A/N: So the inspiration for this story comes from -cue the snickering- Secret Life of the American Teenager. But it's alright, because the storyline is fantastic -though it's going to get very bumpy and emotional [fairwarning!]- and I'm really looking forward to writing it. Next chapter? Well you'll get a wedding and a surprise you may actually be expecting :P
Hope you like it!
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Chapter 1-

"Do we have to go to school today? I mean, we are getting married tonight." Santana smirked from where she was still lying in bed.

Puck grinned, though his back was turned to her where he sat at the edge of the bed and she couldn't see it, "Babe, we've been through this. The honeymoon happens after the wedding."

"Oh believe me Puckerman, you ain't getting any honeymoon. Or did you miss the giant bulge in my stomach, what which is your fault, by the way." The latina mumbled, running her hand subconsciously over her baby belly.

It'd been near eight months now since Santana had found out she was pregnant. A year and a half before, when her dad had finally been arrested for domestic violence against her, she'd moved in to the small, one bedroom apartment she and Puck now shared. He'd always promised to take care of her, starting way back when they were both six years old. He'd kept his promise even up until now. As soon as her dad had been taken away, he had offered to take her in. He was already living on his own, and he knew that she wouldn't be able to handle living by herself in the house that her father's tirade had taken place in. Pregnancy hadn't even crossed her mind the numerous amounts of times they'd hooked up since moving in together. How many times had they had sex with each other even before living under the same roof? At first they weren't even dating. It was after about two months of the on again, off again sex routines that Puck finally decided he wanted to have a relationship with her. Again. Since it wasn't technically the first time they'd dated.

Although they sometimes fought –Santana had been pretty sure on more than one occasion that he was totally going to end up throwing her out of the house- somehow things just worked with them. Maybe it was the fact that he'd always been there for her from the very beginning, and vice versa. When she'd been three weeks late for her period, she told herself it was only stress. Finals for the end of the semester were coming up, Cheerios had a big competition, Sectionals for Glee were around the corner and she had a big solo. She totally passed it for stress, until she really thought about it. Her latex allergy meant they didn't use condoms. She'd forgotten to take her pill for a couple days before hand. The timing fit for her to be pregnant, but she still refused to believe she actually was. She was a junior in high school, she was only seventeen, she couldn't be pregnant, it wasn't a possibility for her.

It wasn't until Puck woke up to find her on the bathroom floor of their apartment, throwing up, that he'd finally told her she needed to get a test. Six different tests showing her the little pink plus sign seemed to do the trick. There was obviously no avoiding the fact that she was pregnant when that many tests told her she was. At first they'd had no idea what they were going to do. Neither one of them was ready to have a baby, and yet neither one of them wanted to give up a baby that was theirs either. After a lot of arguing and 'what if's, they'd decided that they'd make it work somehow, keeping the baby. With that thought in mind, five months into her pregnancy, Puck had proposed to Santana. It was a little different, being real and not with a ring pop in the sandbox at the playground, but even then when it wasn't a candy ring being put on her finger, she'd accepted.

Puck turned to look at Santana –his fiancé- as he finished tying his shoe, his grin still in place. Even eight months pregnant, out of that short-skirted Cheerios uniform, she was still hot. Maybe that was just his biased opinion of her, but the fact of the matter was, even everyday as she got lazy to do her make-up, or just wanted to wear sweats to school, he didn't get tired of looking at her.

"I like the bulge in your stomach." He said, leaning closer to her to kiss her gently on the lips. "And I love you." He said, then moved down to kiss her stomach, "And you, you little girl inside there, I love you too."

Santana laughed and shook her head as she playfully pushed him away from her. She rested her hands on top of her stomach and smiled.

"She's moving around a lot today, I feel like she's excited. It's like she knows we're getting married tonight." She said.

"Or she's ready to get out of there. I can't imagine it's as cozy as it was when she was the size of a quarter." Puck joked.

Santana rolled her eyes and hauled herself up into a sitting position. She really didn't want to go to school. While she'd grown used to the way everyone's eyes focused on her in the hallways –not even just because of her pregnant waddle now, but because everyone knew she was getting married on top of keeping a baby at seventeen- she really didn't feel like dealing with it today. Today was supposed to be a good day, a happy day. It wasn't the traditional wedding with the white dress and tux or any of that, but when had anything she and Puck done ever been traditional. Puck leaned up to give her one last kiss before standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"I'm going to safely assume you won't be leaving that bed until you absolutely have to." He said, a small smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth.

"You'd assume correct." She answered matter of factly. "I'll take a Bridal prep day."

"Well I have to go to school, so I will see you this evening, right before we go to the courthouse to tie the knot." He winked.

Santana grinned coyly, "Can't wait."

With one last kiss goodbye for the day, Puck left the apartment to head for school. Most days even when she didn't want to go, she went only because she didn't like to be left alone. Even now she could feel the absence of Puck in the house, though he'd only just left. She placed her hands on either side of her stomach and looked down at it.

"Now you miss thing, no making Mommy super hormonal tonight okay? I don't want to cry. It'll give your daddy something to hold over me the rest of my life."

At first, she'd been really uncomfortable with the idea of talking to her stomach, of thinking there was a baby in there at all. It was the first time she'd seen Puck eyeing the growing bulge a couple months into the pregnancy that she'd decided maybe talking to it wasn't such a bad idea. Then when the appointment had come that they'd found out the baby was a girl, it became even easier.

Losing her mom at nine years old had never been easy for Santana. How was she supposed to get through her teenage years without her mom? That was where Puck had really stepped in to be there for her. The nights she'd been afraid of her dad's alcoholic and violent tendencies, it was Puck's house she ran to. And he'd always been there to take care of her. As much as she always wished that he mom could have been around through everything, to see her accomplish the things that she had, she knew –as much as she hated the stupid phrase in the first place- that everything happened for a reason. She knew that Puck would never in a million years do anything to their daughter like her father had done to her, and she also knew that she had to be the best mother she could be for this little girl she was carrying, because she knew it was what her mom would want, having not been able to be there for her daughter.

Tana sighed and tapped her fingers gently on her bump for a moment before turning to the side of the bed, hanging her legs off the side of it. She looked down at herself. A month from now, and she'd be having a baby. She and Puck would be parents, and there'd be a baby girl for them to love and take care of. Her brown eyes moved to the small crib in the corner of the room that they'd deemed the 'nursery' for now since they didn't have another room for her just yet. Someday though. Someday they'd make things even more perfect than she already felt they were, but for now, the little family they had going would be enough for her.

School was entirely way too lame without having Santana to shoot flirty glances at in the hallways during passing periods. He was glad she was taking the day off, even though he missed having her at school with him. She was looking a lot more tired these days. Sure, being pregnant had gotten her off the Cheerios, and she didn't do a whole lot of dancing in Glee club because standing for long periods of time at this point made her back hurt, but something always had her looking exhausted. He had no idea what being pregnant was like –obviously- and he'd almost had the thought to ask Quinn what it'd been like for her in the last stages of her pregnancy, but much like his pregnant fiancé, he didn't like dwelling on the fact that that incident sophomore year had actually occurred. Yeah, he and Quinn were all fine and dandy and friends now, but the whole situation that went down between them was better left as a 'let's pretend that never happened' kind of scenario.

When lunchtime rolled around, Puck was half tempted to go off campus to go home and check on Santana, maybe even bring her some food, but he knew that if he went home now, he wouldn't end up coming back for his last two classes. Since when had he actually started caring about missing classes at school? He did need to graduate though, to get a job and being able to support his family not, he'd definitely need more than just a pool cleaning business. Graduating high school was a step toward something better than that. He was standing at his locker, phone in hand ready to send a simple 'I love you, hope your day is going alright' text to Santana when a certain blonde couple friends of his came up to him.

"Where's Santana? Is she okay? Is everything okay with the baby? How come she's not here?" Quinn asked in a rush.

"Whoa there, calm down Blondie, just because she's not here doesn't mean anything's wrong. She just didn't want to come to school today. She called it, uhh, Bridal preparation day or something like that." Puck replied, hitting send on the typed out message.

Sam laughed lightly, "She's been freaking out all morning, thinking something happened."

Quinn elbowed Sam gently before turning a frown on Puck, "I still can't believe you're getting married without people there. I mean, especially us."

"It's what we want. We just need it to be legal, we don't need to make some big showcase out of it." Puck shrugged, "Besides, San didn't want to wear a dress, she said it'd make her feel too… big."

"Well did you tell her it wouldn't make her look big?" Sam asked, clearly having taken a lesson that Quinn must have taught him.

"Look dude, even if I did that, she probably would have slapped me. She knows when I'm lying to her. She'd rather me tell her she looks like a whale than she's not fat."

"Sounds like Santana." Quinn noted.

Puck ignored the quiet chatter that Sam and Quinn were having in front of him as he checked his phone when it vibrated. 'Its going great. We're taking a bubble bath.' He smirked just slightly to himself, continuing to ignore the conversation at hand, though the words baby shower stuck out for just an instant. 'As if I wasn't tempted enough to come home already.' He hit send and looked back up at Sam.

"Does she ever just, you know, calm the hell down?" he laughed lightly, motioning toward Quinn.

Sam chuckled and scratched the back of his head, "Well…"

Quinn scowled, giving both of them her signature Quinn Fabray glare before taking off down the hallway. Puck raised his eyebrows.

"And here I thought Santana was easily upset."

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's up with Quinn. I think she's just really excited." Sam shrugged.

"Sure has a weird way of showing it." Puck mumbled, checking his phone as he got another message.

'Nuh uh. Groom's not allowed to see the bride before the wedding. You left the house, now that rule's in place.' Puck rolled his eyes. Of course she would say that. They always were the two that tried to hold things over each other's heads, even the smallest of things. 'Tease.' He hit send and looked back up at Sam. Sam gave him a half smile.

It was kind of strange, how close of friends he and Sam had ended up. For the longest time he and Finn had been best friends. Of course that had all kind of changed when the unmentionable of all unmentionables happened, but they'd both more or less worked through their issues. They were on okay terms. They were still in football and glee club together and talked every now and again, but it was different. Now it was Sam who Puck always referred to as 'my boy' when getting defensive about something. 'Sam's my boy, he's got my back.' Sam hadn't really expected their friendship to skyrocket the way that it had either, they really were kind of opposites. Puck being the stud and the 'bad boy', Sam being the nerdy guy who was secretly really romantic too.

"You know, I'm really happy for you and Santana, getting married and having a baby and all." Sam shrugged, "I know, that's kind of a chick thing to say, but it's exciting for you."

"Believe me, I get the excitement. At first it was all nerves, but then I got over it. Now all I can think about is she's gonna be my wife, and the mother of my baby." He replied.

"So you're all ready for the wedding tonight? Totally stoked?"

Puck didn't answer right away, only because his phone went off in his hand and he looked down to check the message. 'But you love me.' He smiled –a real smile, not the cocky grin or the sensual smirk, an actual smile- and texted back the same answer that he gave Sam out loud.

"Definitely."