I know I left you in suspense last time! But here's the next chapter so have no fear! Hopefully some of your questions will be answered! Enjoy (:

His car pulled into our driveway hurriedly. I was still sitting at the dining room table, wondering what he had to do with the conversation I'd just had with my mother. Mom paced the dining room until she saw his car. As soon as it pulled up, she rushed to open the front door. He walked in and sat down next to me at the table. My mother sat across from us, looking more worried than I'd ever seen her, aside from when she was acting on stage.

"I really don't know how to say this…" my mom paused. She rested her head in her hands and shook her head.

"Shelby, what's going on?" Mr. Schuester said.

"Yeah, Mom, seriously, what's this about?" I said. If this was some kind of intervention about my breakdown, I would be pissed.

"Maybe it would be easier if I just told you both the whole story."

It was the Thanksgiving party of 1993. The biggest party in our high school was going on and Will and I were there together. All of our friends were having a good time, maybe drinking a little more of the Thanksgiving wine than they should have. We were alone and, being seventeen, of course we were making out. We'd both had a little to drink too, but not enough to do anything crazy. Until, well, a few articles of clothing came off, one thing led to another, and we'd…hooked up. A couple months later I started feeling a little sick, but it was February so I shrugged it off. That's when I got a call from my agent saying I'd landed an audition in my first Broadway production. I left for New York the next day, had Rachel six months later, and never thought about that Thanksgiving again. Until now.

"Wow." Mr. Schuester said.

"Yeah, I don't know that there's really anything else you can say after that. Do you have any questions? I know it's a lot to take in." Mom said. I was still in shock. I didn't even want to say anything to her right now.

"Why?" Mr. Schuester interrupted my thought process. "You had my address; you knew my phone number, why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Oh, Will, come on, what would I have said? 'I'm a successful actress far away from where you are now and, oh yeah, we have a kid! See you when the show's done!' You know you wouldn't have wanted to hear it that way."
"SOMETHING, ANYTHING would have been nice!"

"I tried to tell you the night before I left, but you didn't even want to say goodbye!"

"If you had said that you were pregnant, I would have been there right away! I'd move to New York with you! I would have wanted to be there for my kid! OUR kid!"

"STOP!" I finally intervened. "Stop yelling, and arguing, and talking about me like I'm not even here!" My breath started to get heavy and I could swear tears started forming but I didn't want to cry in front of Mr. Schuester (…Will? DAD?) again.

"Rachel, I'm…we're sorry. This is a lot for you to take in too." Mom said.

"God, we didn't even think of you. In the heat of the moment, we just…"

"You just what?" I interrupted. "Forgot about me, about the consequences? Again? I'll be in my room if anyone cares. Or maybe not, you never know! Maybe I'll just leave my family and my home too!" I stood up, ran up the stairs, and slammed my bedroom door shut. I paced back and forth, not knowing what else to do. I wanted to cry and scream but somehow nothing could come out. Finally, I threw myself onto my bed and fell asleep.

The last thing I could think before falling asleep was that already we'd caused so much drama, and it hadn't even been a week in Ohio. What a mess we were making already.