"I'm pregnant."

It was the second time in his life Noah "Puck" Puckerman had heard that sentence. And this time as well, it made his heart skip a beat before pounding a mile a minute. How could this have happened? She was on birth control and he had used a condom, a habit he picked up after Baby-gate. He told his friends he got a vasectomy just to make it sound like he'd rather get operated than use condoms but he was to afraid of needles and operations and anything involving a hospital to follow through with such an thing. He looked at her, the new girl. Sally. Green eyes, black hair and shy as hell but a tiger in bed. She'd do all sorts of freaky stuff Puck asked for, even if it took him a while of nagging, begging and a romantic gesture. God... They only had been dating for four months and a half.

"H- how?" he staggered, his voice cracking.

"I forgot to take my pill and the condom must've torn or something... I don't know..." she started to sob and fell into Puck's arms. He tried to comfort her. It was like with Quinn all over again, minus the cheating part. She sobbed violently against his broad chest, her hands gripping his shirt. He noticed she was still wearing the leather bracelet he gave her. He had worn it since first year of High School. It was a gift from his gran for her "bubala". After she heard that his gran called him bubala, she insisted on calling him that. He had begged her not to and eventually they met in the middle, meaning she'd only call him bubala in private.

"D- do you wanna go to miss Pilsbury? She can help?" Puck suggested carefully. Sally simply sobbed. Puck pulled her in for a tighter embrace when suddenly a camera was shoved in his face and Jacob-BenIsrael's nasally voice narrated:

"Our next hot item is this: Puck has knocked up a second girl! Is it because he couldn't keep his first "love child" or maybe he's following in his dad's footste-" Jacob was abruptly interrupted by Puck shoving him up against a locker.

"Listen up, Jewfro. You keep your mouth shut or I'll make

sure you'll never talk again. Understood? And I'm not like my dad!" Puck shouted, his face coloring red. His dad had been a lousy deadbeat of a man, walking away of a loving family without a reasonable explanation. Puck had vowed never to become like his old man. He had seen how bad his mother had reacted and he had struggled months with his fathers departure but then he realized he was the man of the family and he'd take over his dad's responsibilities.

"And you aren't going to post that video on that retarded blog of yours, capiche?!"

The nervous boy nodded, scared. After Puck let him go, he and the cameraman scurried off like mice. Puck turned his attention back to Sally, who was huddled up against the lockers. Puck sat down besides her, wrapping his arms around the sobbing girl.

"My mom will kill me. She'll kick me out... I'm not ready to have a baby..." Sally cried. Puck held her close.

"If she kicks you out, you can move in with me. I'll take care of you and the baby." Puck said, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. His mom almost had a nervous breakdown with hearing he knocked up Quinn. If he told her about Sally now, she'd surely lose it.

Kurt didn't mean to eavesdrop, it just happened. He also didn't hear the full conversation but he did hear the words "pregnant" and "baby" and seeing Sally and Puck's reaction said enough. Kurt sighed as he opened his locker.

"Great... Babygate, the sequel." He mumbled grabbing his math books.

"Hey, white boy."

Kurts head snapped up in Mercedes' direction.

"How long have you been standing there?" Kurt nervously asked. Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him.

"Were you doing something I wasn't supposed to see?" she asked curiously. "Or do you know a secret. C'mon, spill it!"

Kurt nervously shifted on his feet.

"I can't tell. Not even you. I'm really sorry 'Cedes. But something tells me you'll know it soon enough." Kurt said resisting the urge to look at Puck.

"What? Why are you talking in riddles? C'mon white boy. I wanna know."

Kurt got really nervous.

"Eh,... Well,... Pu-"

Kurt was interrupted by a bully slamming him into a locker. Kurt never thought he'd be relieved to be shoved against a locker by Azimio. Mercedes was already yelling at the jock who merely flipped her off. She then hurried off to her best friend.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she got to the contra tenor.

Kurt nodded and looked at his watch.

"I gotta run. I'll see you in Glee?"

Mercedes nodded before heading towards her class.

Puck just couldn't focus. His eyes lingered on Sally in the front row of the classroom, her eyes gazing out the window. Puck chewed on the inside of his cheek, soon tasting blood.

He stopped and his gaze turned instinctively to Sally's stomach. Of course it wasn't obvious yet that she was pregnant, but pretty soon it would be and then people would start talking and harassing her, calling her names like "slut" and "whore". His eyes welled up with tears again. Why the fuck was this happening to him again? He was, yet again, gonna be a father. And he didn't even know if Sally would keep it or not. Maybe she'd even get...

Puck couldn't even think about it. The mere idea of Sally ridding of the little tiny human in her womb that he helped creating, though not on purpose, made it hard for him to breathe. It felt like someone was chocking him. He looked down, fighting the urge to cry. He couldn't. Not here.

Kurt's eyes darted around the room. He had English now together with Puck and Sally. He looked at the mohawked teen he had his eyes transfixed on Sally's stomach. Puck found himself looking at it too. There was no visible sign of her pregnancy yet. It also worked in her favor that she was a bit curvier so it wouldn't be too obvious the first couple of months. Kurt turned back to look at Puck. He had his head hung low and it seemed like he was about to cry. Kurt couldn't blame him. He was in a real pickle now,.. Again.

Kurt shook his head lightly before looking down on his paper, copying notes from the blackboard. He could clearly remember the drama when Quinn had one in the oven. All the yelling and fighting when Finn found out Puck was the father, Quinn being kicked out, her morning sickness, her mood swings and fights with Puck over money and giving the baby up for adoption,...

Nibbling on the end of his pen, he looked at Sally again. Poor girl...

Only 17 and already a parent... She was one year away from graduation. One year away from going to college and getting a job she'd love before finding a nice guy, not a self-proclaimed badass like Puck, get married and have kids. Now she had one on the way and if she decided to keep it, chances of her going to college were slim.

Kurt eventually just tried to ignore it for now. He had other things to worry about. Like his moisturizer being almost gone and what he'd wear tomorrow, for example.

Classes were over and Puck walked besides Sally towards Glee club. He held her hand tightly as they walked, a question he still had to ask on his lips.

"A- are you going to keep it?" Puck said softly.

It stayed silent for a while. Puck could feel his insides twist and turn. He silently hoped that she'd keep it. That he would get a second chance since Beth was given away. He had tried to seduce Shelby to get to his little blond angel but that hadn't gone as planned.

"I think I'll keep it. It was our fault so we gotta take responsibility for it."

Puck nodded and almost felt happy as he heard she'd keep the baby. He chewed on the inside of his cheek again.

"Noah? Can you do me a favor?" Sally suddenly asked. Puck nodded as he looked at her.

"Tell me what and I'll do it." he said, letting go of Sally's hand and wrapping an arm around her.

"I'm going to tell my parents tonight. Can you tell your mom? I'll call you once I'm done."

Puck's stomach felt like it did summersaults. Tell his mom... God...

"Noah..?"

Puck looked at her and nodded.

"I'll do it. I'll tell her. But when will we tell our friends?" Puck said gesturing to the entrance of the choir room.

"I dunno... We'll see..." Sally said before faking a smile and walking into the room.