glee love

Chapter 43

Rachel's POV:

I wake up in the middle of the night, not being able to sleep. I look down at my stomach. Most people say that they can't notice it, but I already feel like a whale. 

"C'mon baby. Only about 7 months left." I whisper to the child that's growing inside of me. 

I lie my head down again, and look over at my clock. 

4:30 am

I close my eyes again, waiting for sleep to consume my body again. I have school in the morning, and need to sleep. My body really needs to rest more. Especially now that there's a baby in me.

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Beep

Beep

Bee-

I hit my alarm with the side of my hand, making it shut up. I pull myself out of bed, and pull the clothes next to my bed onto my growing body. I brush my teeth, making sure to hit each of the right places. The shinier and whiter the teeth, the better. Right?

I apply my makeup perfectly, and brush my hair out just the right way. I smile at my reflection, loving my self confidence. 

People say that having self confidence is a bad thing, but I disagree. I think having self confidence is one way to completely block out hate. Especially if I'm going to become famous, I need to have a lot of self confidence. 

I walk down the stairs, and see LeRoy drinking coffee at the table. 

"Hi!" I say as I put a coffee mug in the Keurig machine. I turn it on, and walk back to the table.

He slides a letter over to me without looking up from his newspaper.

I turn the letter over, and freeze.

"NYADA." I whisper, and feel my heartbeat increase. 

I quickly pull out my phone and open the group text with Finn and Kurt.

'I got my letter. Bring your letters from NYADA to school today. We have to open them together.'

I text them, and turn off my phone. I put the letter in my bag, ignoring the temptation to open it.

"Well?" My dad asks, and I shake my head.

"I'll open it later." I tell him, and he sighs. 

Beep beep beep beep. The Keurig machine beeps, and I take my coffee out. I take a sip and smile. 

I have a feeling this day is going to work out perfectly. Grabbing toast from the cabinet, I take a bite. 

7:25 am

"Daddy, could you drive me to school today?" I ask, using my signature puppy dog eyes, which always work.

"Sure honey. Lemme just grab my shoes." He says and walks out of the kitchen. I smile proudly, and look in the mirror. I fix my hair, making sure that I look good. I slide on my black boots, grab my jacket from the hook, and wait for LeRoy.

He walks back over, and I open the door. We get in the car, and I throw my bag into the back seat. 

"So how's the baby treating you?" He asks, and I shrug.

"It's been fine. I haven't really felt anything abnormal, so that's good. I guess I'm just nervous though. But I'll be fine." 

"I'm so proud of you." He says, getting emotional. I laugh, and squeeze his hand.