For this, Puck and Quinn are together, however Beth never happened. It's from a prompt the lovely misschariceluv gave me. There's a slight possibilty that I'll continue this with the other prompts she's given me. It may just end up being a story of closely related one-shots. I'm not completely sure yet. We'll see where things go.
I own nothing. It all belongs to Ryan, Brad and Ian. I own two tickets to Glee Live! in London next year. I'm dragging my friend along, I don't care if she complains. I also have some glee pom-poms that I'm taking with me! Yes, I'm that cool.
I know that they're not in character, but as I mentioned in 'Everybody Needs Somebody', I feel these two have the ability to be completely open with one another and just relax.
And I'm also borrowing the name 'Bee' which Naya has for everyone. It's too cute.
Sitting in the choir room, her pinkie linked with Brittany's, Santana wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to what Mr. Schue was saying. He was probably going on and on about Sectionals or something anyway. Rachel would get the lead so it didn't matter in the slightest to her. She'd just be swaying and singing in the background anyway. Her gazes was on a particular blonde and mohawked boy sitting at the front.
She hated the way his arm rested around her shoulder and he ran his fingers up and down her arm. She was President of the damn Celibacy Club. Puck needed sex and he wasn't getting it from his girlfriend. Santana should know, he'd called her enough over the past few months. Each time it happened, she told herself to stop but she didn't seem to be able to bring herself to do it. It was Puck. She'd always found it impossible to say no to him.
With a sigh, she brought her gaze away from them and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder as she looked at Mr. Schuester. She still wasn't listening, but at least it looked as though she was paying attention. It wasn't until Rachel was up in front that she actually began to pay attention. Who knew why, but she couldn't help it.
"I feel that someone else should take the lead solo at Sectionals. Even though vocally, I'm far superior to the rest of you, I believe that everyone should be given a chance. I have been listening to everyone a lot recently and I have noticed that Santana has progessed the furthest since she joined, so if everyone agrees with me and Santana would like to, she should do the solo."
Alright, what the fuck? Had Berry just offered her the solo? Rachel Berry giving a solo up to Santana Lopez. That was fucked up. She was just staring at the tiny brunette and then she realised it wasn't just Rachel that was looking at her, everyone was. Aside from Brittany who couldn't with the position they were in. Her eyes travelled around the room slowly, locking with Puck for a few seconds longer than everyone else and he just nodded his head slightly. She doubted anyone else would've noticed it, but she saw it.
The tiniest smiles creeped onto her face and she turned her attention back to Rachel who was looking at her expectanly. "Are you actually sure you can cope with giving up a solo, Berry? I don't want you crying yourself to sleep at night or some shit."
"I feel that everyone deserves a chance to be the star."
Santana wasn't sure what it was, but there was something in that tiny brunette's eyes that told her there was more to Rachel's reasoning for suggesting her. "It's up to everyone else." Santana mumbled, letting go of Brittany's pinkie and crossing her arms over her stomach slightly.
Rachel was about to open her mouth again, when Mr. Schuester spoke up, telling everyone to think about Rachel's suggestion and they'd discuss it the next day. Santana slowly lifted her head from Brittany's shoulder who went running over to Artie and the latina rolled her eyes slightly. She didn't move, she just watched Puck picking up Quinn's bag for her and Brittany giggling and sitting on Artie's lap. How did it work out that she was left alone?
She didn't take her eyes off Puck as he took Quinns hand and the two left the room together, she didn't seem to be able to. When did she become that girl who longed after a boys attention? Namely Puck's attention. It was stupid really, she didn't need his attention. She was Santana Lopez, she could get any guy she wanted. Only the one she really wanted was with Quinn Fabray. Of course he fucking was.
"Santana?" The voice brought her back to the moment and she looked over at Rachel. "Are you alright? You've been quiet today."
As much as Santana wanted to tell the girl to shut up and leave her alone, she didn't have the heart to do it. Rachel had been broken by Finn Hudson only two weeks before, so she would have some idea as to how Santana was feeling. Well, kind of, if she knew the full extent of Santana's situation. "Just got stuff on my mind, Berry. Nothing I can't handle."
"Oh. Alright. If you do ever need someone to talk to, I know we're not friends or anything, but I can listen. I also promise I wouldn't tell a soul." Rachel smiled at Santana once more before turning away and picking up her bag before making her way out of the choir room, leaving a thoughtful cheerio alone.
Santana remained where she was until Mr. Schuester came back in to pick something up and he looked over at the cheerio before speaking. "You alright, Santana?"
"Mmhmm." Santana nodded her head before standing up, grabbing her bag and putting it over her shoulder. "Night, Mr. Schue." She mumbled before heading out of the choir room and towards the entrance to the school. Brittany was long gone, in fact, everyone was.
When she reached her car, she felt her cell phone go off, taking it out she rolled her eyes at the name on her screen. Puck. You free 2nite? Been 2 long, im getting desperate. Fuck him. He couldn't keep doing this.
Busy. You'll need to find someone else. She replied, opening the car door and dropping her bag and cell onto the passenger side.
The fuck? Come on, San. I bet ur wet just thinkin bout my dick.
Fuck off, Puck. Go fuck the ice queen if you're that desperate, or does she have a key to her panties? She replied before starting her car and pulling out the parking lot. She hadn't got far when she saw an all too familiar brunette walking along the sidewalk and she just groaned to herself before pulling over alongside her. "Get in, Berry."
"Uh, it's fine. I can walk."
"Berry, get in the car." Santana snapped, her head falling back against the seat as she waited for Rachel to get into the car. Leave Quinn outta this. I need sex, San!
Use your hand, Puckerman. I'll leave Quinn outta this as long as you leave you dick out of me! You've done enough fucking damage anyway. She replied quickly, handing her phone to Rachel before pulling back out onto the road. "I need a favour. But you've gotta promise to keep it between us." She whispered, not sounding like herself at all.
"You're not alright, are you?" Rachel questioned, her voice laced with concern.
"Promise not to tell a soul, Berry."
"I promise." Rachel replied just as Santana's phone went off again. "It says it's Noah."
"Can you read it?"
"I quote his message completely, 'what the fuck does that mean, Lopez? You gonna come over or not? My hand doesn't do shit compared to you.'" Rachel fell silent and then when she realised what the message meant, she looked up at Santana. "Uh, are you and Noah having sexual relations? You don't need to tell me, I just, uh, well, you know."
Santana laughed and rolled her eyes, pulling into the local Rite-Aid car park. "Never thought I'd see the day where Rachel Berry is speechless."
"I just, he's with Quinn."
"Ice Queen herself." Santana mumbled, turning off her engine and taking her phone from Rachel. Silence fell between the two girls and for a few minutes, which felt like forever, nothing but Santana opening her mouth to speak and then close it again immediately. A minute later the words she was looking for came out. "I'm pregnant."
"Oh." Rachel said softly, unsure of what else to say. Then it clicked and she looked at Santana. "Oh!" It gained a slight laugh from Santana which made Rachel smile slightly. "It's..."
"Puck's, yeah." Santana interuppted. "Despite what's said, he's the only guy I've been with."
"Matt?"
"Arm candy. That's it." She had no idea what she was doing, sitting there talking to Rachel but she found it to be much easier than she had expected. "Don't say shit to anyone, alright? Especially him. I need to work out what the fuck I'm gonna do first."
Rachel nodded her head slowly and then looked towards the store before unbuckling her seatbelt. "I'll be back." She said simply before getting out of the car and heading into Rite-Aid. Great, just what Santana fucking needed. No more than five minutes later, Rachel was getting back into the car, plastic bag in hand. Handing it over to Santana, she smiled softly at the latina before resting her head back. "I thought you might need them. If you didn't want to go home, you're more than welcome to come to mine to see."
For once in her life, Santana was grateful that Rachel was there. She didn't think that anyone else would be quite as understanding as the brunette. It amazed Santana that even despite everything, Rachel was still more than happy to help her out. Santana simply nodded her head, looking down into the bag that Rachel had handed to her. There were three different tests in there and she couldn't help but laugh to herself. "Three?"
"Just to be sure."
"Thanks. I'll pay you back."
"Don't worry about it. I just want you to be sure before you tell him."
Santana nodded slowly, feeling her phone vibrate again, she looked down at the latest text message. Come on, bee. Please. Mom and Nat are out, it'll just be us. ;)
No. How many times do I have to say that word until it fucking sinks in? I've got plans anyway, so just drop it. Watch one of those movies you have in your closet and use your hand. The moment she replied to the text, she handed her cell and the bag back to Rachel before pulling out of the parking lot and making her way towards Rachels.
Fifteen minutes later and she was sitting in Rachel's bedroom, the three different pregnancy tests sitting in Rachel's bathroom. She had no idea what she was going to do. Fuck, she wasn't sure why she'd even bothered with the tests, she'd already done two when she realised she was late. She just had this feeling that she was pregnant before. Now, there were three more tests and in another 40 seconds she could see what they said.
She never expected to be clutching onto Rachel's hand for dear life, she wished it was Puck's, but this would have to do. Letting her head rest on Rachel's shoulder like she had been with Brittany earlier in the choir room, Santana sighed to herself. Fuck her life. Seriosuly, she was gonna get kicked out of her house, that was for sure. Her Dad wouldn't stand having a baby in the house, he hated her being there as it was, let alone her baby. She wouldn't be able to stay at Puck's, because he wouldn't have it, he wouldn't break up with Quinn for her. He loved Quinn, right? She was just his fuck buddy.
"Santana." Rachel whispered softly, giving the girls hand a squeeze.
"I don't wanna look. I know what it'll say, but I don't want to look."
Rachel simply nodded her head before stnading up, letting go of Santana's hand and walking into the bathroom. She looked down at the three tests and Santana was right, she was pregnant. Picking up the three tests, she walked back into the room and smiled weakly at the girl sitting there looking up at her, nodding her head slowly. "Three positives."
Santana nodded her head slightly, holding out her hand towards the tests which Rachel placed in them. As she looked at them, she knew that all five of the tests she had taken couldn't be lying. These three were exceptionally clear. She was pregnant with Noah Puckermans child. "I guess I need to tell him, huh?"
"You don't have to do it tonight, you know?"
"I do. I need to do it." Standing up, she kept the three tests in her hand as she stepped closer towards the brunette, wrapping her arms around her. "Thank you." It was a rare thing, Santana thanking someone for something and generally being this way around someone. She felt vulnerable, weak. She dind't feel like herself at all and she hated it.
"You're welcome, Santana. Anytime." Rachel whispered back, hugging the cheerio. "If you need to come back once you've spoken to him, you can."
Pulling away from the hug, Santana shook her head slightly in response to Rachels question. "I'll be alright. I'll see you tomorrow." After hearing Rachel say 'goodbye', she made her way downstairs and back outside to the car. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she had no idea what to do. He wouldn't be interested, she knew that much and it killed her. Quinn Fabray was the one that got everything, Santana was pretty sure Rachel would agree with that.
Somewhat reluctantly, Santana pulled out of Rachel's driveway and made her way to the Puckerman house, she was dreading it, but it had to be done. She needed him. She needed him to help decide what the fuck she should do. When she pulled up outside, she looked at the house and a small smile crept upon her face. She loved this house, she always had done. Ever since she was five and the two 'got married' and celebrated in his tree house with his Mom's cupcakes, making such a mess. It had been their safe haven. Her safe haven.
Santana turned the engine off and put the pregnancy tests in her glove compartment before getting out and making her way up to the Puckerman's front door. What she hadn't expected was his Mom to answer the door, she thought that Sarah was meant to be at work or out somewhere.
"He's out sweetheart," Sarah said softly to the cheerio before Santana had a chance to speak. "At Quinns, I think. He didn't seem in a very good mood when he left."
"Oh. It's alright. It can wait. I just needed to talk to him about something." Santana said quietly, smiling up at the woman she'd thought of as her Mom for so many years. Sarah Puckerman was the closest thing Santana had to a Mother growing up and she adored the woman. "Can you let him know I came by?"
"Of course. You could text him, you know?"
"I need to do this in person. I can't do it in a text." Santana felt her throat dry up at the words, her eyes avoiding Sarah's. It was stupid really, because as she glanced up at the woman Santana knew she knew. Was she fucking psychic or some shit?
"Oh sweetheart. Come here." Sarah said, holding her arms out for Santana who willingly accepted the older womans offer. She had her arms around Sarah, clutching onto her for dear life. This time she didn't care about the tears, she just let them flow freely. She was pregnant with Noah Puckermans child and she had no idea what to do. "How far?"
Pulling away from her, Santana shrugged her shoulders and made her way inside with Sarah. "Eight weeks? I need to go to the doctors about it." Sitting down at the kitchen table, Santana watched as Sarah got everything ready to make tea. It had been their thing for years, whenever Santana needed to talk, they'd have tea together.
"Have you eaten? There's some lasagne left over, if you'd like that? Natalie and I ate out."
"That'd be good, thanks." Santana nodded, her eyes not leaving Sarah until she heard a familiar voice. Looking at Natalie, Santana smiled and reached out towards the nine year old. "Hey, Nat."
"Santana!" Natalie said, running to the latina, her arms wrapping around her neck. "He's gone to see her, you know?"
"I know, kiddo." She replied, pulling Natalie up onto her lap, holding her close. "How's school?"
As she sat there talking to the youngest in the Puckerman clan, Santana actually felt happy. She kept on glancing over at Sarah who would just smile sympathetically at her as she heated up the dinner for Santana. When she put the plate down in front of her, she just looked at the food and at Santana, words being said without being spoken.
"You mind getting me a sweater from your brothers room, Nat?"
"You know it's disgusting in there, right? I'm only going in because you asked me to."
"I know. It's why I love you."
Santana smiled as Natalie jumped off her lap and got up to go and get the sweater that Santana had asked for. She knew that Natalie went in her brothers room more than he knew, she'd told Santana quite a few things she found in there. Many of which she didn't think were appropriate for a nine year old to find.
"She misses having you around, you know? I do too." Sarah said honestly, taking a sip of her tea as Santana began to eat the lasange.
"I miss you both too. I don't like being around him with her," she said quietly, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I miss my best friend, you know?"
"He means well, sweetheart. He's just not the smartest a lot of the time. He does care though, he cares about you a lot. He has pictures of you two in his room and I've heard him and Quinn fight so many times about it and he refuses to take them down."
Santana went to reply, but stopped when she saw Natalie clutching onto a pair of shorts and Santana's favorite hoodie. "Thanks. I'll change after I've eaten and if your Mom says it's alright and you've done your homework, we can watch a movie together afterwards."
"Can we Mom?"
"Like San said, homework. Go do that while we talk."
"Awesome. You two are the best." With that, Natalie ran off again after handing the clothes to her Mom to hold onto for Santana.
"She still doing alright?"
"She's a star. Keeps her brother in line because you're not around. But I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of you, huh?"
"Hopefully, yeah. What do you think I should do?"
"It's not my decision to make. It's yours. But you know even if my son decides to be a moron and not help out, you'll have me and Natalie. That will never change."
"I know, thanks." Santana replied before going back to the plate of food in front of her. Sarah had always been understanding about everything where Santana was concerned. Ever since Santana had shown up on their doorstep two days after her Mothers funeral, Sarah had thought of Santana as a second daughter. She knew when Noah and Santana started sleeping together, because Santana had told her. She'd been scared. They were always cautious, they were always safe. Apparently one little mistake meant a lifetime of commitment.
They had always used a condom, always. But Santana could remember the ngiht when it happened. He'd got into a fight with Quinn and gone up to the treehouse only to see Santana sitting there, the blanket wrapped around her as she looked through a photo album. The moment they'd looked at each other, it had been different. He moved beside her and wrapped his arm around her as they looked through the photos. There were so many of Santana and her Mom together, which explained the tears.
Like always, one thing led to another and they were having sex. It wasn't a quick fuck like it was so often, it meant something. Santana felt something she'd never felt before, which was why those three words escaped her lips. She knew she'd ruined something, she knew it was stupid to say it, but it hadn't stopped her.
Once Santana had eaten her dinner, she cleared her own plate, putting it in the dishwasher despite the protests from Sarah. They both knew that Santana wasn't going to listen, she was too stubborn to listen to anyone. It surprised Sarah that her son and Santana got along so well, they were so alike she expected them to clash. They didn't though, not as much as she thought. "Go and watch a movie with her, I'll tidy up." Sarah said softly as she stood up and handed the clothes to Santana who took them from her gratefully.
"Are you sure?"
"Just make sure she's done her homework first."
Santana nodded before walking out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom to get changed into Puck's clothes. "I know, thanks."
It was three hours before Puck came home, Santana was asleep on the couch, Natalie was in bed and Sarah was in the kitchen reading the paper. Looking up as her son walked into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and hanging on the back of the chair. "Hey Ma. You eat the rest of that lasagne?"
"No, sleeping beauty did."
"Squirt?" He asked, sitting down at the table opposite his Mom.
"Your best friend."
"Bee?"
Sarah nodded her head slightly and watched as her son looked around before back to her. "She's fallen asleep on the couch, I didn't have the heart to wake her. Let her sleep in your bed tonight, alright? I mean sleep."
"What's wrong with her?"
"It's not my place to say, Noah. She wants to talk to you, but wait until she's ready."
"I was an asshole to her earlier, Ma." Sarah nodded her head and smiled softly at her son. "We've had a chat. Just take care of her, alright?"
Puck nodded his head and stood up, kissing his Mom on the cheek before walking into the living room to see Santana asleep on the couch. He could tell she was wearing his clothes, the blanket wrapped tightly around her slender frame. Hell, he didn't want to wake her, she looked that peaceful. But he was going to listen to his Mom and let her sleep in his bed. "Ma, I'll be back in a minute, I'm gonna get ready for bed so I don't make loadsa noise when I take her up."
Sarah just nodded her head in response to her son, watching him leave the room and head upstairs to his own. Five minutes later and he was back downstairs and in the kitchen. "She's not alright, is she?"
"She just needs you, Noah. That's why she's here because she needs you. Don't push her away like you have been doing. Just because you're with Quinn that doesn't mean you can just bail out on your friends. I don't care whether Quinn likes her or not, she's your best friend." Sarah stood up and walked towards her son, stopping in front of him. "When she's ready to talk, listen to her. I have no problem with you both taking the day off tomorrow."
"Mom?" His voice was laced with concern and Sarah knew that he worried about Santana more than he let on.
"It's not me you need to worry about, it's her. Just be patient." With that said, she kissed her song goodnight before making her way out of the kitchen and up to bed.
Puck had no idea what she was going on about, but he knew that his Mom meant business, which probably meant it was bad. Standing up, he went back into the living room and sat down on the floor by the couch, his eyes on Santana as she slept. His fingers ran through her hair, every so often his fingertips brushing over her cheek. When he felt her grab his arm, he felt afraid, but then she just hugged it to herself and he let out a tiny sigh of relief.
He sat there for another ten minutes, just watching her as she slept before gently pulling his arm out of her grip and standing up. He really didn't want to move her, because she looked so peaceful, his Mom was right though, she shouldn't sleep on the couch. Bending down, he slipped his arms underneath her and lifted her up, and he felt her arms wrap around his neck tightly.
Puck carried her upstairs to his room and carefully laid her down in his bed, making sure she was covered up with his sheets completely before getting into bed beside her. Rolling onto his side to face her, he propped his head on his hand, leaning on his elbow as he looked at the sleeping girl beside him. She looked tiny in his clothes, she always did but she refused to wear anything but his clothes in bed. She'd stolen countless t-shirts from him to wear at home when he wasn't around and it didn't bother him.
Quinn had nothing of his. Not a single t-shirt. Santana practically had a whole wardrobe. Quinn didn't know his secrets, or everything about his Dad leaving his family. Santana knew every detail. Quinn didn't make him smile just by looking at him. Santana did. Quinn didn't make him want to scream all the damn time. Santana did, but in a good way, where they'd yell at each other and always end up apologising (usually it was him doing the apologising). Quinn's body didn't have the same warmth as what Santana's did.
Quinn wasn't the girl for him, he knew that. He'd known it all along. He wasn't even sure why they were dating a lot of the time. It's not like he liked her really. Sure, she was attractive, but so was half of the female population of McKinley. But she wasn't the kind of attractive that actually took his breath away. He remembered seeing her when they done the mash-ups, the smile she shot his way. He was meant to find her beautiful in the dress she was wearing. But Santana always took his breath away. He loved it the most when she was wearing his clothes like she was then.
His family didn't like Quinn, they made it clear. Natalie more so than his Mom. She would constantly ask after Santana, especially when Quinn was over. It would cause a fight, but he wasn't going to just give up on his best friend. Santana was the only person he took care with when they were having sex. The only one. He knew that she hadn't been with anyone besides him, despite what everyone thought. She knew that he was never like that with anyone but her. They had their times when it would get to much and it would just be a quick fuck to get each other off, but they both knew it was more than that.
Puck must have been laying there for about fifteen minutes when he saw her eyes open, he hadn't take his eyes off her face, he couldn't bring himself to do it. "Hey you." He whispered softly, bringing his hand up to her cheek and brushing his thumb across it.
"We're not having sex, if that's what you're thinking." Santana mumbled, moving closer to his body for warmth as she buried her head against his chest.
"I figured that much out from earlier." He replied, a small smirk on his face, running his hand down her arm to take her hand. "Time of the month?"
Santana groaned and rolled her eyes as she laced her fingers with his. "Fuck off, Puck. You know it's not." Looking up at him, she couldn't hide the smile that spread across her face. She was pretty sure that Quinn didn't have moments like this with him. "How's your girlfriend?"
"Fine. Dunno why you're asking, not like you actually give a shit." He replied, shifting so that he could see her a little better. "You alright, bee? I didn't expect to see you here when I got back."
"We need to talk." She whispered, closing her eyes as she done so.
"You wanna talk now?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders as best as she could before sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. When Puck moved beside her, she let her head rest on his shoulder, pulling the sheets up over them both. "I guess if we do it now, you can't yell." Instinctively, she reached for his hand and she felt him squeeze it gently. "You can't leave me alone either, alright?"
"Bee, talk to me. You're fucking scaring me."
Taking a deep breath, she gripped his hand tightly. "I'm pregnant."
Silence fell between them and she didn't dare to look at him, she didn't want to see his face. He was still there, he hadn't dropped her hand and moved away from her, he wasn't yelling. They sat like that for what felt like forever, but it was only a couple of minutes.
"Say something."
"When did you find out?" He whispered, his thumb brushing on the back of her hand.
Santana gripped his hand tightly, and slowly brought her gaze up to meet his. "I had a feeling a couple of weeks ago. I done two tests on Tuesday and three more today."
"Five tests?" He smiled weakly at her and kissed the top of her head softly. "Doctors?"
"I was only going to do one today, but Rachel went into the store and came out with three. I need to make an appointment."
"Rachel? Rachel Berry?" Puck questioned, letting go of her hand and moving his arm around her waist to hold her close. "I'm coming with you to the docs, alright?"
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"Because you have Quinn." Puck couldn't help but laugh slightly and he tightened his grip around her, slipping his hand underneath the hoodie she was wearing, letting it rest on her belly. "Don't worry about her. You're my girl, Bee. You've always been my girl."
I'm leaving it at that, because I do intend on continuing this. Now I've actually written it, I'm going to continue. I'm not going to commit myself and say that this will be a multi-chapter thing. Two, maybe three. We'll see.
I'm also not entirely sure whether I'm happy with this, but it's something.
I have ideas to continue, I also have ideas for other one-shots. Sit tight, I'll hopefully have something else up soon.
Reviews are amazing. Please?