Together // Finchel

10

'Rachel Barbra Berry! We raised you better than this!' my dad screamed furiously. Daddy just sat there, his head in his hands.

'Please dad! It was an accident, I was drunk, I couldn't control it!' I could barely talk through my tears. These were my parents, they're supposed to love me no matter what, right?

'You know what Rachel, I can't believe this day would come. Get out of my house.' I sobbed and ran up to my room. I put down a sonogram picture, maybe they'll find it.

'Hiram, you're being ridiculous! She's out daughter!' I heard daddy say through the walls. At least daddy loves me.

I couldn't bare to be in this house any more, so I shoved any clothes, toiletries and anything else I needed into what bags and suitcases I could find. Mercedes came inside to help me put some bags in my car.

'Thanks again Mercedes. I'm so glad you helped me, you're such an amazing person, I love you,' I say. She pulls me into a hug.

'Its okay, Rach,' Mercedes says in her soothing voice. If you have no where to stay, you can live with me.'

I shake my head. 'No, it's alright. You've done so much Mercedes,' then there's an awkward pause. 'I should go finish telling people. Its only 5:30 and I've got a few more people to see. Here's the picture, I thought you might want it,'

'Bye, honey. Text me if you need anything!' Mercedes calls as she gets into her car. After she's driven away, I decide to head to Santana's.

I took a deep breath before knocking on Santana's door. She immediately pulled me into a hug when she saw my distraught face. She took me over to the living room couch.

'Okay, Rachie. Tell me what's wrong,' Santana asked. I sniffled, not saying a word. 'It's nearly 6 on a Thursday night. When you turn up unexpectedly and in tears, something's wrong.'

'Santana, promise me that what I'm about to tell won't change our friendship,' I plead.

'Of course not Rach! Please, you're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong.'

'Okay, okay. I can do this. San, I- I'm pregnant and my dads kicked me out.' I cried into her shoulder as she rubbed my back.

'Shh, shh. You're going to stay here. It's gonna be alright. My parents love you as their own daughter, it'll be okay.' Oh, thank god for Santana. Without her, I'd be homeless. 'In fact, let's tell them now.'

We walk to her kitchen and sit at her dining table. 'Hi, Rachel!' Says Mrs Lopez. I call her parents Mama and Papa. 'What brings you here?'

'I-I'm pregnant.' I manage to stutter.

'Mama, Papa, Rachel's dads kicked her out, can she stay with us?' Santana asks.

'Of course! We have a guest room you can stay in,' Mama says with a smile. Santana and I quickly ascend the stairs and go to the guest room.

As we get my belongings from my car, I tell her the details. Finn's the father, it happened at that party, things like that. We stick the sonogram picture on the fridge. Doing simple gestures like that make me feel like I belong. I love the Lopez family. They accept me when my own family don't.

'Mama, Papa, we're going to tell the Finn about the baby. Well me back soon!' Santana called out.

We drive over to Hudson-Hummel household. Carole answers the door. 'Hi Rachel! Long time no see!'

'Hi Carole, its great to see you!' I smile warmly. 'I was just wondering if I could tell Finn something?'

'Oh, of couse, dear! He's in his room.'

I thank her and head up the stairs. Luckily, I asked Santana to stay in the car, she would probably kick his ass. When I reach the top of the stairs, I knock on his door.

'Come in!' He yelled through the door. Finn was lying on his bed watching a sports game, probably football. 'Oh, hey Rach.'

'Hey Finn,' I say softly. 'Er, Finn, this is kinda serious. Can you turn off the TV?'

'Sure,' the TV shut off. He sat up, patting the spot next to him, encouraging me to sit next to him. I got comfortable next to him. It made me feel comfortable, it made what I was about tell him easier.

'Finn, remember that party a little over a month ago? Right before sectionals?' Finn slowly nodded, not sure where I was going with this. 'Remember what we did?'

This time he smirked at me.

'Finn,' I whisper. 'I'm pregnant.'