Ok so you would have had a new chapter days ago, but had a pissy fit at me and wouldn't let me upload! So I am sorry for the delay, but it totally wasn't my fault!!!
Yeah, I made Matt in love with Mike, so sue me! And I tried to make the Finn Quinn pregnancy a little more believable.
"Ok is this really happening?" Finn whispered at the three others sitting next to him in the auditorium isles. His equally horrified peers all nodded silently as they stared open mouthed at what they were witnessing in front of them.
"In this video you can see the baby is crowning, now for most women it may take several contractions for the baby's head to completely move through the birth canal, however, contrary to popular myth this portion of the birth is not always the most painful portion. In fact if we fast forward through the birthing of the head," many scared and nauseated students heaved a sigh of relief as the video sped up to skip past the shocking footage, but most turned away again when the video went back to real time. "In this moment you can see the doctors using forceps and twisting the baby, to try and move the shoulders past the pelvis, because the baby has become lodged."
"Clearly the idea here is to scare the female students into insisting on safe sex practices," Rachel reasoned, she was wide eyed and without a doubt as disturbed as all the other girls in the auditorium. Pointing at Noah she added, "And just to scare the males in general."
"Gee thanks for pointing that out," Puck snapped at her, "it's not like you're unaffected," he quipped, the stress of the whole situation making him snarky.
"I didn't say I wasn't," she bit back, "after this I have no intention of ever having sex in my entire life, unless it's with another girl," and even in the terrible situation, both boys showed they were still male by turning to look at her, eyebrows raised and interest peaked.
"Oh, stop," Quinn said, elbowing Finn in the ribs, "I can't believe you've done this to me," she said, terrified, "and you're huge, so you're baby will be huge" she whined, "I'm going to break my hoo haa trying to push your watermelon baby out," she cried frightened, before standing up and running out of the auditorium. Many of the other students watched her go, glad for any distraction from the current presentation.
Finn made a move to follow her, but Rachel stopped him, "I'll go," she told him, standing and making her way out in a slightly calmer fashion, many eyebrows raising as they watched her follow the blonde.
One outside she found Quinn standing under a tree, catching her breath as she tried to calm herself down, "this isn't good," she told Rachel as the smaller girl approached her, "this is obvious, really obvious," she stated morosely.
Rachel knew what she meant, the school and been buzzing with the news of Quinn's pregnancy for a few weeks now and nothing like this had happened, people were going to realise that this meant there was more to the situation. "Maybe they'll all just think it's about you," she tried, fishing for any hope that it may just pass unnoticed.
Quinn shook her head, "It's possible," she admitted hesitantly, "but I doubt it, and people are always looking for fresh gossip." Little did the girls know it was only going to get worse.
"So today I'd like to talk to you about pregnancy risks and STD's," the overly chirpy woman claimed.
"I'm gay," Kurt told her flatly.
"Right," the woman looked down at the note pad in front of her and scrubbed something out, "so just STD's then," and continued smiling.
"Do you know much about contraception?" she asked flashing a set of pearly whites at the snarling Latina.
"Do I look like the kind of girl who can afford not to know about contraception," Santana spat back, indicating to her body "besides, I'm currently dating a girl, sort of."
"Well then, you take care sweetheart," the woman's person didn't falter for a second.
"Have you experienced much sexual activity lately?" she asked the sullen teen boy.
"The girl I have a never ending love for, is seeing someone else," he told her sulkily.
"Well you never know, she may break up with him at some point, and then you'll need to be aware of your bodily urges," the woman went along with the high school obsession.
"The someone else is another girl," he told her, before standing up and angrily leaving the room.
"Is there anyone you're particularly interested in?"
"Yeah, but he's in love with a girl whose in love with another girl, who I used to date, so it's never happening," he rolled his eyes.
"Do you have any questions about the act of sex?" She tried, her enthusiasm starting to wane.
"Yes actually, have you ever had sex with someone in a wheel chair, I mean, not in the wheelchair, I mean someone who's paralysed?" she asked hopefully.
"Well what use are you? I know about everything else, I just need to know the logistics for this particular scenario."
"Are there any…"
"Right, well, do you have any questions about that?" she offered half-heartedly.
"Yeah, like what could possibly induce early labour, say at like, 7 months," she paused, "so I could, you know, like, avoid those things, or something."
"Perhaps you should talk to your doctor about the pros and cons of a C-section."
"I did, he said that the scar is more noticeable then any scarring form vaginal tearing, but my boyfriend is a giant, and I don't want my pelvis to break, or become some sort of baby trapper for his enormous offspring."
"Yeah, you defiantly need to talk to your doctor some more, I'm a counsellor, I do feelings."
"Well in that case, my feelings are that you're not very useful," and she stalked out of the room.
Finn and Noah
"Do you have any concerns about your sexual development?"
"Well, I, uh, anything I say here is private, right?" Finn indicated to the walls of Miss Pillsbury's office that was for the time being the office of their visiting psychologist. "Cos I wanted to know if you could give me some advice on umm, how to improve my, umm, performance," he coughed, as if trying to cover the last part.
"Yes, our conversations are completely confidential," she assured him.
"Ok, cool, because, my girlfriend and I have never really, you know, done it," he explained hesitantly, "but this one time we were in her hot tub, and she was, you know, sitting on my lap, and my board shorts were, you know," he leaned forwards to whisper, "open, you know?"
"Yes I do believe I know," she responded, trying her hardest not to sound condescending.
"Right well, I kind of, umm, we were making out, and then I sort of, uhh, well I…"
"HE BLEW HIS LOAD," Noah yelled from out in the hallway, he shrugged as the other teen turned to glare at him. "Dude seriously, hurry up, I don't wanna sit out here anymore, I'm bored, I could be in Miss Carpenters English class right now," he yelled through the glass whilst miming big boobs. His hand snapped up suddenly to point at the other teen, "don't tell Rachel, or I'll tell Quinn about your interesting discussion," he threatened.
"I'm gonna go," Finn told the woman sitting across from him, "thanks for your help," he told her sheepishly when she tried to intervene.
He walked out into the hallway and after a few moments of glaring at the other boy in the hall he disappeared.
"I don't need to talk to you," Puck said as he stuck his head in the door, "I only talk to chicks I wanna score with, or my girlfriend," he looked confused for a moment, "I mean I used to only talk to girls I wanted to score with, now I just talk to my girlfriend."
"So do you have any issues that you want to talk through, anything that's discussed in this office stays in this office," she told the youth dryly.
"Am I the only student you're talking to? Because if I am that's not very subtle," she asked quickly.
"No, you aren't, but seeing as you are here, is there anything you have concerns about, any current predicaments you're in?" She asked, looking down at the form she had in her hand with the word pregnant in bold under the 'medical information' subheading.
"Oh, which other students are you talking too?" Rachel leaned forwards.
"I'm not at liberty to divulge student's names," the woman responded, already aware that she wasn't going to be doing any counselling for this particular student either.
"I don't need names," Rachel assured the woman hopefully, "if you could just tell me if they have anything in common, are they all girls? Oh, are they all in the celibacy club? Because I only ever attended one meeting, and that was before Quinn got pregnant," she assured the woman.
"Not the celibacy club."
"Wait? So it could be a different club?" the cogs in Rachel's brain were turning, "OH MY GOD, I saw Kurt being pulled out of class this morning, is it the Glee club? Because that is even less subtle, I can't believe this!"
She stormed out of the office, past Mercedes and Artie in the hallway and marched down to Principle Figgins office, "these students are impossible, none of them want to discuss any real issues," she told the stunned man.
"But you are a professional, you are supposed to be the best youth counsellor in all of Ohio," he argued.
"Well these kids are, I don't know, they skeeve me out, their all very angry, and over developed for teenagers, I'm done," she said finally before excusing herself and leaving.
"There is no way this is coincidental, I mean the only kids to be interviewed by the sex lady were glee clubbers," Kurt said as he and the girls stood at Tina's locker outside the dark but not deserted choir room.
"I know, I mean really, did they think we wouldn't find it odd? There is no way this is all about Quinn, because I mean hello? She has been getting tubbier for weeks, and the school hasn't said anything,"
Santana gossiped loudly.
"Wait, so someone else is pregnant?" Brittany asked, clueless as usual.
A chorus of, "no," was let out in exasperation, before all the girls suddenly stopped and looked around at each other suspiciously.
"I mean, no one is?" Mercedes didn't know whether to finish the question, "right?" she added, making sure.
Another chorus of, "no," and "I'm not," was let out before all the girls smiled again in relief.
"OH MY GOD," Kurt suddenly let out, "RACHEL," he said.
"Really? I know that she and Puck have been sort of together for a while, but this is Rachel we're talking about," Tina reasoned.
"She has been spending a lot of time with Quinn though," Mercedes pointed out, "maybe they're like, baby buddies or something," she said, face alight with new hope of scandal.
Inside the dark choir room a glaring Noah had a hyperventilating Rachel pulled into his chest, distracted from a light make out session by the discussion outside they had stood and listened as the others guessed their secret. Knowing that even without proof the school would be crawling with the rumour by the next day.
He didn't meet her at her locker after school like he usually did, she waited an extra ten minutes before finally deciding to go outside and check if he'd left without her, after their day, she wouldn't be shocked if he'd been distracted and forgotten about her.
She made her way out into the parking lot and spotted his truck where he'd parked it that morning, as she approached the vehicle she could see him sitting in the truck, looking distracted. He turned to look at her when she opened the door and hoisted herself up into the cab, "sorry I took so long," she told him delicately, "I wasn't sure if I should wait for you like usual," she explained.
"Yeah," he said, shaking his head as if to wake himself up a bit, "sorry about that," he told her as he leaned over to plant a kiss on her cheek.
"It's ok," she assured him, "are you?" she asked, "ok I mean?"
He waited a while to answer her, "I have to tell my mom," he told her finally, not giving her a chance to ask why he went on, "she has a PTA fundraiser meeting on Saturday morning, some nosey kid is gonna tell their mom, and then one of those prying bitches will ask her something about the pregnancy, and I'd rather tell her myself," he told her.
"You could just tell her it's a rumour, no truth to it," she tried to think of a way to get him out of this.
He smiled at her appreciatively, "she won't believe me, c'mon Rach, this is me, my mom knows me pretty well." He rubbed a hand over his face, "really, I mean, she might not even be that shocked," he sounded almost hopeful, "but even if she is, I'd rather get to explain it to her properly," her reasoned.
"I'm sorry that you have to go through all of this for me, I mean your mom was never supposed to know," she said apologetically.
"Berry, you have to stop, this isn't for you," he said exasperatedly, "we," he indicated to the two of them, "are doing this for Finn and Quinn, so stop stressing, I'll bite the bullet, and in seven weeks it'll be over."
She nodded acceptingly, "do you want me to be there too?" she offered, "I know I would have felt better if I'd had someone with me when my dad's found out," she insisted.
"Yeah ok," he nodded, not needing as much convincing as she expected, "besides, if you cry a lot, she might not yell as much," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled back at him, "manipulator," she chided.
"Bleeding heart," he shot back, chuckling "you want me to take you out to dinner?" he offered.
She gave him a confused glance, "I thought we were telling your mom?" she asked.
"Nah," he shook his head as he put the truck into gear and began to back out of the space, "she has to work an early shift tomorrow, so she has to go to bed early, tonight isn't a good night, I'll tell her tomorrow," he explained. "It's going to suck having to go home and act all normal, she can always tell when I'm hiding something, so dinner?" he offered again.
She considered it for a moment, before giving him a sly look, "I have a better idea, why don't you have dinner at my place, and I might even be able to convince my dad's to let you stay over," she offered. "That way you won't have to see her at all until tomorrow after school," she elaborated.
He considered it, "sure, I mean, you don't think your dads will have another inquisition waiting, do you?" he clarified.
She paused to think about it, "I don't think so, I think it'll be fine if because we haven't given them any preparation time."
"Ok, I guess it can't be too bad," he agreed.
"You realise you'll probably end up sleeping in the spare room though right?" she said it casually as if she'd prefer it the other way, but honestly, if her dads insisted she probably wouldn't fight them on it. The first time he'd stayed over, they hadn't been involved with each other and sex wasn't an issue, but now that they were, it was. She knew from her own experience and from general gossip that 'taking it slow' was not his style and she knew he'd been quite respectful so far, but he was a guy, and she didn't know him well enough to be able to read his true intentions.
"Or I could leave, and then sneak back in," he winked at her before turning back to the road.
She tried not to wince visibly, she'd hoped he wouldn't think of that option, "Yeah I guess."
Sensing her hesitation he quickly offered, "Or I could just sleep in the guest room."
"What?" she asked, confused by his random offer.
"You know, if you don't want me in your room," he explained, he was a stud, he understood that she might be scared she wouldn't be able to control herself around him.
She blushed, "no it's not that…" she tried to explain.
"So you do want me in your bed?" he knew it wasn't nice to play on her insecurities, but sometimes it was too easy, and he had every intention of making it up to her later, besides, she was cute when she squirmed.
"I guess… I don't know… it's sort of" now she was rambling, "umm, I mean you can if you want, I guess that makes more sense, seeing as you already have."
He laughed a little, "Is there a reason you don't want me to sleep in your bed?" he asked her.
"What?" her head snapped around, "I just said you could," she tried her hardest not to sound as panicked as she felt.
"Yeah, but you don't want me to," he opposed.
"I didn't say… its fine, you can sleep in my bed."
"What do you mean no? You just asked to," now she was really confused.
"But you don't want me to," he was getting exasperated.
As was she, "I didn't SAY that though."
"Why don't you want me to sleep in your bed?" he asked her again.
"I didn't SAY I didn't want you to…" he interrupted her.
"Yeah you said that already, but you don't want me to, which is fine, I just wanna know why?" he told her calmly.
She gave up, "I don't know," she said lamely.
"Yeah I don't buy that," he teased her, "you're Rachel Berry, you know everything."
"I do not," she argued back incredulously.
"Yeah you do," this was going to turn into a child's conversation.
"No I don't."
"Yeah you do."
"Ughhh, you can be so, incommodious," she spat at him, and his eyebrows shot up.
He laughed, hard, and it seemed to piss her off because she huffed and turned to look out the window, "you know you use bigger words when you're agitated?"
"Yeah, my daddy says it's a stress reaction," she told him matter of factly.
"You wanna hear my theory's?" he asked suddenly.
"About my big words?" she turned back to look at him.
"No, about why you don't want me to sleep in your bed," he offered.
She huffed, "fine," she finally conceded.
"Ok, it's either that you're still worried about making your dads madder, or you're worried I'll make a move and you won't be able to resist my incredible charms," he told her smugly.
"Do you ever listen to yourself talk? You're possibly the most obnoxious person that I know!" she told him.
"Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad," he laughed when she turned and scoffed at him, "it's all joking Berry, you know that, I am well aware that you'll tell me to stop if you want me to, you do it all the time," he pointed out.
She blushed, she thought she'd been getting more comfortable with him, letting him touch her more, apparently not, if he thought she was blocking him all the time, "sorry," she offered.
"Huh?" he asked, it was his turn to be confused.
"About stopping you," she elaborated.
"Why?" he asked, still not understanding why she'd apologise for something like that.
"Doesn't it bother you?" she asked him meekly, the whole topic made her quite uncomfortable, and even though she knew she didn't have to, she felt a little guilty for not giving him what he wanted.
"What?" he was so casual about the topic, "not having sex?"
He could see her blushing more, "yeah," she confirmed.
"I dunno, sort of," he told her honestly, she couldn't hide that it annoyed her a bit, when she turned to face him he could see she was a bit shocked by the answer. "I mean, I like sex, and I'm good at sex but I don't wanna make you do it if you don't want to, that's just an asshole thing to do," he explained, "besides I can take care of myself for a while," he told her with a smirk.
"What is that supposed to..." and then she got what he was talking about, "eww, that's, gross," she said, not being able to come up with a better explanation.
He laughed heartily, "seriously? You know all guys do it, right?" she made a sound of disgust, and it was just too funny to pass up, "you know Jacob Ben Israel probably thinks of you every time."
"OH MY GOD STOP," she yelled, having a hard time not gagging just at the thought, he couldn't help but laugh harder.
When he'd finally calmed down he turned to her again, "so if I don't groap you too much, can I sleep in your bed?" he asked.
"Sure I guess, if my dad's agree," she compromised.
"But I could just sneak out and come back…"
"No, no more lying, I'll ask them, they might say yes," she told him decidedly.
"No lying?" he asked her, "you have noticed that you're dads think your pregnant right?"
"I said no more lying," she pointed out.
After a bit of silence he decided to drum up some conversation, "you know girls do it too," he changed the subject back.
"Wha...? Oh, right, well sure, I suppose some do," she agreed.
"Do you?" he asked, knowing full well the question would fluster her.
She turned bright red, "we weren't talking about me," she responded.
His eyebrows shot up to his non-existent hairline, "was that a confession?" he asked.
"What?" she stuttered, "nooo," but she only went a brighter red.
"Oh THAT is a lie, I can tell when you're lying," he teased her, and she turned to look out the window again, "you just said no lying Rach, c'mon, fess up," he baited her.
"I was talking about lying to my dads," she grumbled without turning to look at him.
"Yeah well, if they ask, you probably should lie about that, poor guys don't need to know what their baby girl is doing in her spare time," he chuckled.
"Ughh, you're mean," she told him as she turned and hit him in the arm. When they pulled up at the next red light, he leaned across and placed a kiss on her cheek, still beaming like an idiot, "what was that for?" she asked him.
He shrugged casually, "cos I like you," he said simply, and it made her smile, "and cos you're way hotter now," he smirked, and she rolled her eyes, whist trying her hardest not to smile at the pseudo compliment.
It wasn't until 10:00 that evening that the issues of their sleeping arrangement came up again, when they'd gotten home from school, she'd insisted they do homework, before they had dinner, which had gone much more smoothly then it had the other night. Her dads had made a couple of comments about how it would have been nice to have gotten some advance warning, but aside from that it had been a fairly pleasant evening, albeit a little uncomfortable. After dinner she'd insisted he watch some horrible movie with singing, and he'd done it cos she sat nestled between his legs on the couch, and he could see down her shirt the whole time. Also maybe a little bit because he knew it would make her happy, though he'd never tell anyone that, but when the movie was finished and it was time to go to bed, he had to give her a bit of a shove to get her to ask.
"Um, Daddy?" she asked when she walked into the kitchen, even though they were both there, she asked the father who seemed to have warmed to Noah the best. "Would it be ok if Noah stayed the night?" she asked, quickly adding a reason, "we're telling his mom tomorrow and he's kind of nervous about it," she tried to appeal to their emotions.
Both her father's looked at each other for a moment, "yeah I guess, you know where the spare linen is, you can make up the guest bed," her daddy offered and then turned back to the wok he'd been washing when she came in.
She glanced back at Noah, who looked a bit disappointed but shrugged and turned to walk towards the hallway where all the bedrooms were, he didn't turn back around until he heard her speak again. "I'd really like it if he could sleep in my room," she wasn't whiney, or pleading, she was just honest, and she hoped that they'd see some of the maturity they'd told her she'd need to have a baby.
All eyes were on her again, Puck stood in the background trying not to look too hopeful, and both her father's considered her carefully. "In future were not going to have sleepovers on school nights," her dad warned her, and she nodded in agreement, "but tonight, if you want him to sleep in your room that's up to you," he allowed.
She smiled in appreciation, "thanks dad," she told him, "good night," she said to both before kissing each of them on the cheek and walking across the room to where Noah stood.
"Goodnight, umm, thanks for dinner and everything," Puck offered and both her father's nodded as if to accept the thanks.
When she'd brushed her teeth and gotten changed and told him that he had to sleep in a t-shirt as well as his boxers, they'd finally settled into bed. "Thanks for letting me stay here tonight," he told her quietly, rolling over to wrap an arm around her body and pull her closer.
"That's ok, I like the company," she admitted.
"Me too," he agreed, "plus, your bed is more comfortable than mine, although not quieter," he commented before wriggling around so that the wooden slats under her mattress groaned in protest.
"Stop that," she hissed while he laughed, she hoped her father's wouldn't hear the noise, "just go to sleep will you," and he did, it only took him about 15 minutes and he had drifted off. She on the other hand lay awake, watching him sleep, and feeling guilty (no matter how many times he'd told her not to) that tomorrow was going to be one of the worst days he'd ever had, she took comfort though, in the fact, that she would be able to be there for him like he had been for her.
As she finally fell asleep, she let her mind wander over their past couple of weeks together, so much had happened and so much had changed, and even though a lot of things sucked for the moment, she was glad that she had gotten to know the softer side of him, because he made it worth it.
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