Finchel Pregnancy Story

Its true

"NO!!! no! no! no!" I screamed within sobs.

"Shhh..... I know, I know" Santana whispered. She, of all people started to cry too. Se hated to see me like this.

I ran up the stairs into my room and on to my bed, still crying.

Santana followed me into my pink room and sat on my bed. I set my head on her lap. She started stroking my hair in a comforting way.

"Rachel, im so sorry." Santana said as she wiped away her tears. " I hate seeing you like this."

"I have to" I muttered. I couldent get the words out.

"What Rach...."

"Tell....Finn" I wispered.

Then I heared a creeking of my front door. Only one other person has keys.

My dads where home.

Shit.

I stopped crying and looked at San. She knew. She always knew.

I have to tell my dads.

"Where home! Rachel!"

"Ill be right down..." I shouted. "Stay here." Santana shrugged and picked my newist additoin of Broadway Times.

I creep down the stairs and my dads come right for me. Hugging me, and kissing me. This wouldent last long.

"Dads, sit down." They quickley sat in the dining room.

"I have to tell you somthing... but you cant get mad."

"Rachel, tell us." LeRoy stated. Hariem nodded.

"Im pregnant"

My dads stared at me like fish out of water. They blinked and then gave me a look I have never seen before. An 'im disapointed' look.

"Rachel, you are a discrace! You had a future! You could have been a star! On Broadway! I dont want you and that 'mistake' living here!"

"My baby is NOT a mistake!" I stood up and stroked my flat stomach.

"Ill give you 30 minutes if that. Pack up what you need for a week then get out. Come get the rest of your stuff later."

"Daddy! Please NO!"

"Where not your Dads anymore."

I ran upstairs crying hystaricley. Santana had heared the whole convorsation. She got up and hugged me. Then we began to pack my suitcase.

"Im telling Finn tonight. Can you take me?"

"Of corse." Santana really was the best friend ever.

I began to text Finn.

Hey. Can i come over i need to tell you somthing. -Rachel

Of corse u can. ill be outside. - Finn

Thank u. -Rachel

:) -Finn

Santana hopped in the car and I put my suitcase in the trunk. How was I going to tell him? How was he going to react? I kinda felt bad for him, you know, he does have to deal with me and the Devil. Santana pulled out of the driveway, then started to drive down the road. The only thing I looked at during that drive is the window, and Santana. I didnt even know what to think. Im carring his child, and so is Quinn. He would have to make a desision.

Me or Quinn.

That made me shudder. If he chose Quinn, I would have to raise this baby alone, and if he chose me, Quinn would have to raise her baby alone. It was'nt a pretty situation either way. Even if he picked me I would still feel bad for Quinn. All alone.