A/N: Okay so this idea came to me after seeing clips of recent episodes and reading some spoilers. It is pretty clear to me that Quinn will not be brought into the pregnancy story line, which seems odd to me since Rachel considers Quinn a good friend, but you know RIB they tend to (not give Quinn good story lines) and do as they please without thinking about there own cannon. So here is what I think should have happened. It is a one shot right now, but if I get enough reviews and you all think I should continue than let me know. I really hope you enjoy it. Please review I really appreciate the time you put into them and i like reading what you have to say. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Glee belongs to its creators and FOX.

It started with a little blue plus sign on a thin stick I'd peed on. Denial was the first emotion that rippled through my body, there was no way I was…there was just no way that I was going to be another statistic. I was bumped well thrust from denial by reality dressed in the form of one Santana Lopez. She confronted me and there was nothing I could do but cry in response. I was pregnant, she knew it and I knew it. She held me as sobs wracked my body. She told me it would be alright, that I would be okay, I wanted to believe her but I couldn't how could this ever be okay? Anger replaced the denial after that night. The unfairness of it all boiled within me until I exploded and kicked the one person that knew my secret and was supporting me out because she questioned the integrity of the father.

He's gone now, left without a word. Kurt is with Adam on a weekend getaway, and Santana, I don't know where she went. I received a voicemail from Finn. I haven't listened to it I don't know how. I feel so alone, no one checks on me for the whole weekend. An unbearable soul destroying sadness settles in my belly, one may call it depression but I don't think I have met the medical criterion for that though I may not be too far off. It had been years, since the beginning of sophomore year, since I felt so friendless and lost.

"Call her." I am startled when I see Santana standing at the foot of my bed.

"Santana what are you doing here?" I am shocked, why would she come back after I so cruelly kicked her out?

"Lady Hummel called me, said you've been despondent since he got home two days ago."

"Kurt's here?"

She sighs and sits on my bed, "You've been in here for at least four days Rachel. You can't… this isn't good for you or the baby."

I am shocked where had the time gone, how could I miss Kurt coming home. Had he talked to me? I look at my bedside table; four uneaten sandwiches and a bowl of soup sit upon it. I move my gaze back to Santana, her eyes are tracing my face, I don't think I have ever seen her look so worried, so weighted down by life. "I'm sorry I kicked you out."

She waved me off, "It's fine."

"No, it's not. Please come back."

She smiled at me, "Kurtsie already offered. I am cool on my own but I have a feeling you two wouldn't survive much longer without my Latina third eye."

I can't help but laugh a little. Suddenly she becomes serious and hands me my phone, "Call her."

I look at the phone confused, "Call who?"

"The one person who can really help your right now," Santana looked away and when she returned her eyes to me they were lined with tears, "I didn't do right by her, I don't know how to deal with this shit. Rach I care about you, you're family, and I don't want to fail you like I failed her. So just call her, she's the best person for this."

I instantly know who she is talking about, I know she is right, I'd briefly thought about it myself when I first learned of my predicament but quickly dismissed it. I didn't want to drag her hear again for me. "Won't it hurt her?"

Santana shrugged, "Probably but I think it'll hurt more if she finds out that you didn't call her."

I nodded and dial the number for some reason I had memorized despite the few times my fingers had entered it. I am staring into Santana's eyes as I hear her answer.

"Rachel hey how are you?"

I close my eyes at the question, I take a deep breath. "Rach, you there?" She sounds worried.

I open my eyes and Santana gives the slightest of nods. I jump right in. "I'm pregnant."

"I'm on my way."

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I never realized how strong and brave Quinn was until now, until I sat on my couch staring at four piles of pamphlets in front of me. They are split into categories, to my left is abortion, in the middle is adoption subdivide into open and closed, and to my right is the "so you're keeping it" pile. It's daunting and for the first time in my life I don't want to be informed, I don't want a power point presentation of the pros and cons of my options. How did Quinn ever make this decision at sixteen?

I look up and she is sitting across from me, her hazel eyes so unbelievable kind and comforting. I have no clue how she had time to get all of this information as she seemed to apparate Harry Potter style onto my front step in just three hours. I am vaguely away of Santana sitting quietly to my right. She's is there for support nothing more and nothing less.

"You don't have to look at those yet; I just know how you are so I thought I would get them for you." Quinn says quietly. When she first arrived I hesitated unsure if my hug would be welcome in this situation but she crossed the threshold of the door and pulled me into her so fiercely. I cried and cried until I had nothing left. It was time to talk, which is why I called her, right?

"Do you know how far along you are?"

I shrug, "I, I haven't gone to the doctors yet." I have no clue actually but I had my period nearly seven weeks ago so it can't me longer than that.

Quinn nodded, "Okay that is something we need to get done soon. No use fretting if it was a false positive."

I shake my head, "Quinn I'm three weeks late, I am never late."

"Okay. What do you want to do? We can go to a clinic now or we can talk about your options or we can turn Santana into a pack mule and have her get us ice cream, movies, and vegan pizza."

"Hey." Santana retort indignantly.

I giggled, these little moments of levity are a god send. The moment passes to soon and importance of the situation settles around us again.

I may not want to be informed but I need to be. "Why did you do it?" I ask her.

She looks confused and raises that infamous eyebrow at me. "Why did you choose to keep Beth even though you knew what was going to happen; that your future was disappearing before your very eyes, that your life was crumbling around you?"

I watch her swallow as she closes her eyes tight at my question. So my wording may have been a little dramatic, but it was still true. Quinn's future was in the air as soon as she decided to keep Beth. "I mean you could have gotten an abortion and no one would have been the wiser."

When her eye lids rolled up again and reveled those gorgeous mesmerizing eyes I was forced to hold in my gasp. They was so much pain behind the hazel, it was heartbreaking to see.

"Why did I go through with the pregnancy when I knew deep down that my family would throw me out, that I would likely never get out of Lima, that my reputation would be tarnished forever, and my status at school would drop faster than the stock market crash?" Her voice was flat and near emotionless.

"Yeah."

"Despite my own personal decision Rachel I believe in a women's right to choose. Everyone is different, their beliefs, their moral, they are all distinct and individual. No one person's life is the same, the right decision for one woman may not be the right one for another. At the end of the day it is the woman's choice. Sure the man should have a say but in the end he isn't the one who's body will be change forever, who cares a growing, moving, living child within them, they are not the one who goes through the most wondrous pain ever to give live to another human being, and they are not the ones who's reputation can be destroyed." Quinn paused and looked down at her hands. I listened intently. Never had I heard Quinn speak like this and a quick glance at Santana who was leaning forward now I knew she hadn't either. I wondered if anyone had. Part of me want to be the first to see this side of Quinn and the other part wanted soak in and learn from what Quinn had to teach me. My future decision and their fore life depended on what I learn here and now.

"With all that being said, I do not believe in abortion, not just because that was what I was taught as a child but because I truly and entirely believe that life begins at conception. It does not matter to me that the child is merely a cluster of cells at that point, it is still alive and growing so it is a person. Abortion to me is murder."

A lump fills my throat at her words. When she first started talking I thought I was getting my pass, if Quinn Fabray, Christian Princess of McKinley, was Prochoice and condoned abortion, than it couldn't be that bad. Now my hope was crushed, Quinn believes abortion was murder. Was it?

"My moral beliefs are only half the reason I went through with my pregnancy. The other reason is that I am a firm believer in taking the consequences of your actions. It was my choice to have sex, no matter how inebriated I was at the time; it was my choice to believe Puck when he said to 'trust' him when I asked about birth control. Those were my mistakes my errors in judgment and I was the one who would have to deal with the consequences. I have made many mistakes in my life and I have learned that the only way to learn from them, to become a better and stronger person is to live through and deal with the consequence no matter what they were. The results of me having sex were a baby, becoming homeless and losing my family and reputation. But I like to think I came out the other side a new and improved Quinn, even if it took me a long time to realize it. So I guess the short answer to your question is that I went through with the pregnancy because I thought it was the right thing to do."

I had never realized it before, but as I listened to Quinn talk about her moral code I realized that she had never made excuses for her actions for her mistakes, for her behavior. Quinn was always the first to admit she wasn't perfect and never once did she complain about how unfair her situation was.

I didn't speak at first allowing Quinn's wash over me. I understood Quinn's views. They made sense to me and if I was being honest I had whole heartily agreed with her, until now. Now I that it was me in this situation, me who had to decide essentially between Broadway and the life of an innocent child I didn't know if I did anymore. Did that make a horrible person that I would choose my dreams, my future, my life over my baby's?

I lightly thumb through the materials that Quinn had brought me, I breezed through the abortion information, not really wanting to entertain that option yet, I instead looked closer at the adoption flyers. There was closed adoption where I would not be able to contact or see my child unless they came looking for me at eighteen or there was open adoption where I could receive anything from yearly pictures and letters to visitation right depending on the family that took my child in.

"Do your regret it?"

Quinn had been sitting in her chair looking at the ceiling when I spoke, she was startled and shook her head, "Regret what? Going through the pregnancy or…" Her gaze falling on the adoption pamphlet in my hand, "giving Beth up for adoption?"

"Both I guess."

"Neither is the short answer. Looking back on everything, if I could go back and do it all again I would, well accept lying to Finn about being the father. I was so scared back then but that doesn't excuse my choices or behavior. What I did to him and by extension Puck was horrible and I will regret that the rest of my life. I should never have put Finn through that type of pain and stress and I should never have prevented Puck from being a father. He is a great father and I was wrong to assume he'd be dead beat. Beth is the best thing to ever happen to me and I would never choose any future that didn't have her in it. As for giving her up for adoption, no I can't and don't regret that either. "

"Did you ever want her?" I was so curious, even though this was so new to me and I was frightened out of my mind, there was part of me that wanted this child.

"The whole time."

"But you gave her away." I questioned.

Quinn rubbed her face. "The first thing you learn when you decide to keep a child is that your life and your future comes second to them. Your happiness means nothing if it isn't right for your child. I flip-flopped on deciding to keep her through my entire pregnancy. In the beginning I was keeping her, that part of why I did what I did to Finn. I knew my child need a good father, and Finn could be that. After I was kicked out, after Puck continued to be the player he'd been before I got pregnant, after I spend the back half of my pregnancy hopping form home to home, I realized that I was in no place to keep her. I wanted to so much, but it wouldn't be fair to Beth, it wouldn't have been the best life I could provide for her, and as her mother it was job, my duty to give her the best life possible, the best chance at having wonderful and loving family. Even when my mom came back and offered to turn the guest room into a nursery, it wasn't right, it was too late. How could I bring my child into a situation I knew nothing about? My relationship with my mom had been strained at best before I go pregnant and it was shatter to nothing after she let my father kick me out. So much energy would go into rebuilding that relationship and the tension and stress of that type of environment wouldn't be good for a baby to grow up in. I was too young to be a mother and though it pained me to admit I couldn't be the mother Beth deserved and despite what Puck said he couldn't be the father."

Quinn paused again, her hand going to a little silver bracelet on her wrist that I just noticed, there was a small diamond pendant hanging from it. "If I am being completely honest, had Shelby not offered to adopt Beth I may not have gone through with the adoption process. The idea of my child being lost in the foster system was terrifying and I knew that I could give her better than that. But Shelby came into our lives and I am eternally grateful to her for loving my baby girl, for giving her the life I couldn't."

Tears slid down Quinn's cheeks and she gave me a watery smile. "I won't lie Rachel, the pain of giving Beth away is excruciating and I am not sure it will ever go away. There will always be pain when a person loses a child it doesn't matter how, abortion, adoption, or miscarriage and death. There is no way around it. The physical fades quickly but the mental and emotional wounds are too deep and will fester forever."

I felt like crying again, I didn't want to be in pain, not in the pain Quinn clearly was. I didn't want to know the loss of a child. I don't think I am strong enough to endure it.

Quinn took a deep breath and scotched closer to me, her long thing hands folded around mine, "I have one more thing to say and this is important so you listen to me closely Rachel Barbra Berry."

I nodded quietly.

"No matter what you decide, abortion, adoption or keeping the baby I am here for you. You will never be alone in this. I am here for you. Whether it is going to a clinic, going to doctor's appointments, to scream at as you let out your frustration and fear, to make you laugh and forget even for just a moment, I am here, I will be that person for you."

"Why?" Tears streamed down my face.

She smiled and raised a hand from mine, her gentle thumb wiping away my tears. The same hand cupped my face and I leaned into its warmth, "Because I care for you Rachel, you are my friend, you are part of the family that choose to love me, because when I fell you picked me up, and most of all because I wish I had someone like that for me."

I've never felt so grateful and relieved in my life. Quinn would give me what she hadn't had. Sure we had all been there for her in one way or another, offered a little help and support here and there when we felt the need too, but none of us had been that one person, that one person Quinn could have turned to when everything became too much, to be her rock. Quinn had been forced to be her own rock and now she was going to me mine, and I would forever be eternally grateful.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Strong arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight, "Me too, Berry. I am here for you too. When Q can't be here, I will be your shoulder." I turned to Santana and smiled my thanks. I knew she spoke the truth. Santana cared about me she'd already proven that by being my sole confidant and then encouraging me to call Quinn. Part of me knew she was just trying to make up for not being the friend Quinn had needed back in high school but the larger part of it was that Santana was a good and loyal friend who simply wanted to help her friend. I was so blessed to have these two in my life. They'd once been my bullies and now they were my heroes, they were my friends.

"Thank you so much both of you, just thank you."

We held each other a while longer before Santana stood up, "Alright this pack mule is off to get comfort foot. When I get back the tears better be gone and a good movie, no musicals hobbit, better be on."

Quinn and I laughed as Santana sauntered off. Later that night as I sat between my two friends, head resting on Quinn I suddenly felt like everything was going to be okay, that no matter what I chose my friends would help me, and that is when acceptance came to me. I was pregnant and it was scary and overwhelming but it wasn't the end of the world. I would be alright, just as Santana had told me all those nights ago. I was a strong and independent woman and I would survive. If Quinn could go through with a pregnancy at sixteen and still achieve her dreams than I could do the same at nineteen. I'd make it to Broadway. I may not know what I was going to do yet, but it didn't matter, with Santana and Quinn by my side I could do anything.

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