(Puck's point of view)
I was jammin' Tuesday morning to Matchbox 20 'Let's see how far we've come' when I ran into Quinn at her locker. I plucked out one headphone.
"Hey babe!" I said as I came up beside her for a hug.
"What do you want Puck." She said coldly. I stopped short. Ouch.
"Way to wound my Pride Q. Did you miss me?" I said smoothly, hoping that she felt the same way that I felt. All of a sudden, she slammed her locker, and faced me.
"Get this through your egghead right now Puckerman!" She jabbed her finger into my chest and said, "You are not all that! The only reason that happened was because I was drunk thanks to you!" A single tear escaped her eye. My heart was in my throat. She regretted it? I sighed.
"Q, I was just messing with you." I said sincerely.
She turned her back as she whispered, "You're a joke. You'll never be half the man that Finn is."
The hurt that I felt in that instant crippled me. I couldn't speak, or maybe she thought that I did not want to. I bit my lip and waited for her to finish.
"Face it Puck," she turned around and looked me in the eyes.
"I can't raise a baby with you because you're a sex shark! You're a Lima loser!" She half shouted, half whispered. She walked around the corner before I could say anything. I stood there frozen, not even realizing that the song ended. Q's pregnant?
(Santana's point of view)
I was coming out of the rest room when I saw Puck standing near Quinn's locker looking perplexed. When would he learn that she was off limits? I smiled my best smile before approaching him.
"Hey Puck! You look like you've seen a ghost." I tapped his forearm as I walked to stand in from of him.
"Hey- Uhh no I'm just tired." He didn't look at me. He rubbed his neck like he was nervous.
"Puck I can see right through you." He smirked but it didn't reach his eyes. He shrugged and settled for his hands in his pockets. We started walking down the halls of McKinley in silence. Not a minute later, he looked around nervously then grabbed my hand.
We ran to the auditorium. He shut the door and leaned against it for strength, his back to me.
"Hey. Puck it's going to be alright. I can always pull some strings-" I started to rub his back when he says,
"Q's pregnant." He was dry heaving. I froze over but I recovered quickly. I didn't know what to say. A part of me was furious that it was always her over me but a part of me wanted to beat the crap out of her. She didn't deserve him. I sighed but continued to rub his back.
"Jeez Puck! What the hell happened?" My arm dropped to my side as he turned around slowly.
"It wasn't supposed to happen. We never went that far." He looked hurt. Even though I was hurt, I knew that we never committed to each other. I just never thought it would actually hurt me to hear that he had sex with her.
"So what's going on between her and Finn?" I asked resting my hands on my hips.
Puck glanced over to the stage.
"I don't know," He closed his eyes for a minute, I'm guessing to collect his thoughts. Then, he looked at me with those shy eyes and whispered,
"But San I'm not my dad. I can't just abandon my kid." I sighed and turned away from him. He stopped talking, but I knew he wanted to say more.
"And her." I finished, glancing at the stage myself so that I didn't have to see his face. I folded my arms. He didn't answer.
"San-" He caressed my arms, and attempted to hold me, but I walked away from him.
"It's fine Puck. We never committed so you don't have to say anything. I'll always love you in a way." I said facing him once I recovered from his silence. I never usually went mushy on anyone but Puck. He's my best friend. I remember in kinder garden when I pushed him, and he tripped me. We instantly connected. Then, in 4th grade, I moved to his block. We were partners in crime since day one. Not only did we manage to glue the art teacher to her seat, the next year, we got our whole 5th grade class to skip class and have recess all day. It was a goal of ours, and if we completed it, we would be the most feared kids in school. Yea, sure we had recess detention for that year, but we did get bragging rights. I smiled as the memories flooded back to me.
"What's so funny?" Puck asked half serious.
"Remember when you'd climb through my window when I told you that I was upset?" I asked. I took a seat, and he stood near the door.
He chuckled.
"How could I forget?" He said as he took the seat next to me. He took my hand in his.
"I remember when I was mean to you when my dad left us too." He said as he looked at me. I hugged him and asked, "did you forget that I forced you to rest your head on my shoulder that night, and you cried yourself to sleep?" He smiled and pulled me into his lap. He held me tightly in silence. We had a love hate relationship. He's the only one who could see through my attitude. When we reached middle school, I started cheerleading and he joined football. I was co-captain and this guy insulted me. Puck found out and he beat him up for me. It was so sweet. Later that same day, I was on his bed, and he just got his Mohawk that week, so one thing lead to another. He was my first, and I was his, and so we started going out, but it didn't mean we stopped our pranks. He was known as THE badass and I was Satan. When we hit high school, Quinn, Brittany, and I made the Unholy trinity. Somehow along the line, Puck and I just became sex buddies. It was more convenient like that. I mean, he liked Quinn, and Quinn liked Finn, but we never lost our friendship. I think it actually made it better. I think.
"San, you ok?" He asked.
"I'm good. You want to go to our spot and enjoy a few beers after school?" He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Yea. Make it a 12 pack."
DDDIIINNNGGGG!
(Quinn's point of view)
DDDDDIIINNNGGG!
"Alright guys! Take your seats. We're going to get started on a new theme." said as he scanned the room.
"Did anyone see Puck and Santana?" He asked.
"I saw Puck skip math class." Artie offered. The class chuckled. I rolled my eyes. Typical Puck.
"Wait. He wasn't in lunch either. He still owes me a dollar." Sam said confused.
"Maybe they're getting naked behind a dumpster." I accused. The class laughed, but Mr. Shue gave me that look.
"What? We all know that they're together." I couldn't help it. The acid rolled off my tongue with each word. He was with her again. I thought we had feelings for each other, but I guess I was just a distraction.
"Yea, like you and Finn right?" Rachel inserted. The class echoed with "ooohhs," as Finn tensed up, and I gave her the death glare.
"Rachel!" Mr. Shue said. His face reflected the disappointment.
"Exactly, Me and Finn!" I said from my seat in the front. Finn gripped my hand, and Mr. Shue said, "Enough is enough!"
"Keep your comments to yourself man hands!" I roared at Rachel. She glared at me.
"Quinn, stop it!" Mr. Shue yelled, probably interrupting Rachel.
"Guys, focus up!" Finn yelled. He dropped my hand as he stood up.
"We still need to get through our new theme. How are we supposed to do that if we're all distracted, and mad at each other?" Finn said. The room went quiet. Rachel looked down, and I folded my arms, and rolled my eyes. The teen in me didn't like confrontation.
"Go ahead ." He sat down and took my hand in his larger one. I smiled a sad smile. I needed some comfort in my life. For the past 2 weeks, I've been trying to convince myself that I didn't cheat on him with Puck, because he got me drunk. I feel bad, because I know that he'd never do anything with man hands unless she came onto him. Finn wasn't like that. He was the sweet one. He was the awkward 6''2 teenage boy who would confuse the Star-Spangled Banner with his underwear. I love him, and I know that once I tell him, I'll lose him like I lost Puck. Unless…
"Quinn. Are you ok?" Finn whispered with a concerned look on his face. Mr. Shue was going on about "teamwork" and happy stuff that I couldn't even pay attention to. I was breaking on the inside.
A single tear escaped my eye, and he knew my answer. Mr. Shue was writing on the board when I got up to leave, and he followed.
"Quinn!" Finn ran over to me and I hugged him. This is it. Man hands was going to win after all.
"Finn I missed my cycle. I'm never late!" He looked confused.
"It's ok Q." I winced. Puck calls me that.
"Coach Sue will never notice." He smiled.
"Wait, what? No Finn! I'm talking about my period." His eyebrows scrunched up. Then it clicked.
"Quinn are you…pregnant?" A silence hung between us before I nodded. He hugged me and I just cried. I wasn't sure if it was because I wished I were crying on Puck's shoulder, or because of the guilt. I tore my fingers into his back, praying, and after a while, I realized that he didn't break up with me, and he didn't call me a whore for sleeping with his best friend. Wait, he didn't know. He pulled me back to look at him.
"Is it mine?" I looked down when I nodded. I couldn't face him. I was going to change his life.
"We'll figure it out." He kissed my forehead and I cried harder. I cried for my mistakes, and all the pain I'd cause Finn. I was hurt, and it was all because he got me drunk. We didn't even bother going back to glee club. He took my keys and drove me home. Then, after I calmed down, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back to get his truck from school.
(Finn's point of view)
I stumbled on a new station on Pandora. 'Uncomfortable' by Andy Mineo played.
Nobody told me you could die like this, nobody told me you could die from bliss yo, nobody told me, nobody told me, we never ever saw it coming no no, live it up live it up, nobody ever told us we could die like this, live it up, live it up..
I was a block away from Quinn's house when the tears came. It was like a salt waterfall with snot. I was in bad shape, crying like a girl. No wonder Kurt thought that I was gay. I wiped my face with my shirt sleeve. 4 days passed since that day, and it haunts me every night in my dreams. I came to school, but I went through the motions. I fell asleep in English, and twice this week I was sent to the nurse's office. I also took a drug test because I had blood shot eyes since that day. I'm a mess. I keep telling people that it's my dad, but really, it's Quinn. I feel bad though, because her body is changing, and she feels fat in her Cherrios uniform.
Whistle Blows!
And that's when I was sacked. The 4th time in a row.
"That one's for my grandma!" The kid teased. I lay there on my back, just wishing that I could disappear. Coach cursed and called for a sub.
"Hudson!" Coach called out to me. I jumped to my feet, and I sprinted off the field, so that Sam could take my place. We were down 7, but we only had 5 minutes left. Coach ran his hand over his bald spot.
"Listen Hudson! I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to fix it! I'm trying to impress Emma with our season opener, and you're thinking about tonight's dinner!" He smiled, turned around, and waved to Ms. Pillsberry. She gave him awkward thumbs up. His smile dropped once he faced me.
"Hit the showers, you're done for tonight." He left without another word. I sighed as I took my helmet off, and sulked over to the locker room. I peeled my gear away from my body, and I took an ice-cold shower alone in the dark. For the 4th time since that day, I cried in the shower, where no one would question my situation.