Finchel Pregnancy Story

Who do you love?

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Strolling into the choir room always felt natural. Every day I would be with the people I love doing what I love. The only reason I joined the cherrios is so I could get closer to Finn. Which didn't actually work because he is still dating Quinn and im still dating Puck. Sure, Pucks a nice guy if you close your eyes and squnt really hard, but the way i've gotten to know Finn over this past year makes me want to be with him.

Quinn gave me the death stare as she walked into the crouded choir room. Dang it. She caught me stairing again, but I didnt care. The way his deep brown eyes synced with mine was like he had me in some sort of trance. Yet I was still holding hands with Puck.

Mr. Schue walked in the room and went straight for the whitebord, Like always. On it he spelt out the word ballid. "What is a Ballid?" he questioned. "A male duck." Brittany quickley responded. Was that all she could come up with? I secretley rolled my eyes and my hand shot up into the air. "Rachel?" "A ballid is a love song." I informed everyone of the correct answer. "Exactley. This week we all will be picking a ballid to sing to a partner." This lesson, again this week, would be a breeze. " I choose Rachel." Puck announced. "No you dont. I put all of your names in this hat and your partner will be chosen out of fate." Mr. Shue proclamed. Everyone groned. Puck was up first. "Kurt" he stated. He did NOT look happy with that answer. Then Tina chose Sam, Mike chose Quinn, Mercadies chose Matt, but he was out so Mercadies would sing with Mr. Shue, Brittany chose Santana, and Finn chose... Me. Rachel Berry. Was this a Dream?

It was Friday so after the shreeking bell rang, everyone bolted out the door. I finally cought up with Finn. "Hey, so I was thinking, Maybe after school we shoud meet up at my place to pick the ballid? My Dads are on a cruse so they wont be home." Why did I just tell him my Dads wouldent be home? "Um... sure, Ill be there around 7." Finn stated with that smooth voice of his. "Cool. See ya then" I trailed off to my car, thinking about Finn the entire way there, I couldent wait for tonight.

I threw on my blue dress with white spots and brushed through my hair which had a white headband in it. I began to brush my hair a bit more when I hear the doorbell ring. Was he really here? "Coming!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs. I opened the door to see a dark brown haired boy with a grey shirt on. "Hey. Please, come in." Finn walked in and looked around. He looked like a boy in a candy shop. "Wow, you have a really big house."

"My dad is a Lawyer and my father is a plastic surgon." He nodded. "Shall we go upstairs?" "Sure" he nodded as he shrugged. We slowley walked up the stairs and reached my room.

"Wow, you really love Barbra Strizand" He muttered as his eyes widened while stairing at my Barbra Posters.

"Yeah." He slowley nodded.

"So, what where you thinking for the song?"

"Um... Maybe like, Marry Me by Jason Derulo?

"Sure, lets try it."

As we were entering the chorus, he gaised into my eyes and he got up and walked closer. He looked at me and then turned off the boom box. He grabbed my neck and kissed me. Right then, I felt somthing I havent felt before.

Fireworks.

Crashing and lighting up the back of my eyelids. It felt like magic. He looked up at me and he gaised into my brown eyes which where now open.

"You know, ive always really liked you Rachel."

"Really?"

"From the moment I layed my eyes on you."

"I thought you would never say that."

"I know im dating Quinn, but you cant tell her about this. I... I just dont want her to hurt you."

"Ok."

From that moment on I could only think one thing.

We arnt using protection.

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About a week later...

I dont know why, but I feel really weird today. Ive been tired all day and I just cant focus. I walk into the choir room in a daze.

"Are you ok, Rach?" Puck questioned.

"Im fine. Just... tired" I responded

Santana and Brittany went first with thier ballid. As they where singing, I felt this Nauseous feeling. I never get sick. I started to get really dizzy and I was about to throw up. I made a run for the bathroom and I could hear Mr. Shue calling my name faintley. I was just hoping I would make it to the bathroom before I blew up. I finally made it to a stall as I fell to my knees and emptied everything I had eatin that day out of my stomach. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my face.

"Rachel?" I hered a voice echoing through the bathroom.

It was Santana.

"Im in here..." I muttered, feeling very weak.

She opened the stall door and Santana had a worried expression on her face.

"Are you ok? You dont look all that great."

"No... Im not ok. San, if I tell you somthing do you promice not to tell anyone?"

"Rachel, of corse you can tell me. Im your best friend. I promice I wont tell anyone."

"I think im pregnant." I started to bawl. I dident have the slightest idea what im going to do with a baby.

Santana was shocked, but she knew she had to be there for Rachel. "Shhh... Its going to be ok. We will go to the nurse and have you reliesed early and we will both go to the store to get you a pregnancy test. Your dads arnt home so we will take it there. Im here for you, No matter what. Ok?"

Rachel nodded. At least she could count on Santana. They both got up and walked out. They passed the choir room and Santana told everyone that I wasent feeling well and she was taking me to the nurse. Puck looked worried. "Ill take her home." He shouted. "Ill be ok Puck. Santana will take me home." He backed off slightly and sat back down and we walked down the hall.

When we arrived at the nurse Santana made up the excuse that I threw up and needed to go home. The nurse said she would call my parents to pick me up, but Santana told her that my dads where out of town. So the nurse let me go home with her. We where driving to the convinience store when Rachel started to tear up.

"Santana, what if I am pregnant? What then?"

"We tell the baby daddy, which im assuming is Puck, and then I will make a appointment at the OB/GYN for you for tommarrow." Santana really had it planned. I suddenley had a really petrafied look on my face. I knew I had to tell her. "What? Did I say somthing wrong?"

"No, its just... Pucks not the father."