{Quinn never dated Finn or Sam in Season 2. Puck never dated Lauren. Quinn lived with Puck and they were dating, even though they gave up Beth.}
No. It couldn't be. Not again. Not in her Senior Year. Why..why did it happen to her again?
Quinn Fabray was pregnant. For the second time. Yes, Quinn Freaking Fabray was pregnant as a teenager again. And her baby had the same father. Oh god. What was she going to do? Not break. She couldn't. She was stronger then that.
Quinn stared up at her bathroom mirror, tears glistening in her eyes. She stared at her reflection for a minute. She didn't look any different to what she did earlier that day. A strappy blue summer dress that cascaded past her stomach like nothing was even there. She dropped the test into the bin, covering it with several tissues, before her hand reached for the small basin. Twisting the cold tap gently, she let the cold water flow over her hands before she nudged the tap off with her elbow, reach. Quinn reached for the small pastel blue towel, hanging near the sink and she rubbed her hands dry, before she grabbed her cardigan off the side of the bathroom counter. Slipping the white cardigan over her shoulder loosely, she wiped at her eyes carefully, Quinn stepped out of the bathroom, dropping the tissue into the bin on the way out. She bumped into Puck, and he smirked down at her. "Hey." He spoke, and she beamed at him, fakely. "Hi Puck." She nodded before sliding around him and carefully making her way over to her bedroom. Opening the door, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her. Slipping her flats off, she sauntered over to her small bed in the corner of the room and plopped down onto it. Even though it was the middle of the day, she started to fall asleep, half sitting up. Eventually, she fell asleep, several tears falling down her face as she absentmindly cradled her stomach.
Quinn only woke up, when she felt someone shake her gently. "Five more minutes." Quinn moaned, shifting in the bed. "Babe, it's seven thirty. You need to wake up and eat." Puck muttered, and Quinn's eyes slowly flew open. She eyed Puck, sleepily, her eyebrows quirking a little bit. "What's for dinner?' She asked as she slowly sat up. "Pasta or some shit." He shrugged. "What's up?" Puck asked and Quinn frowned. "What do you mean?" She asked softly. "Babe, I found you in here, asleep and crying and with your hands on your stomach." Puck sighed. "It's okay, your allowed to be upset about what happened." Puck murmured, stroking her hair gently. "It's not that." Quinn's eyes flickered away from his face. "Talk." Puck urged. "No. I'm fine. Just a bit sleepy and hormonal." Quinn muttered, attempting a smile. "That's shit Fabray. Pure shit. Tell me what the hell is going on." Puck growled. Quinn's eyes flickered back to him, the attempted smile falling off her face rather quickly as she stared up at him, her eyes growing wider as she studied his face, trying to distract herself. "Come and eat. Mom said you'll really like the pasta or whatever. She made it the way you like. We can talk afterwards." Puck held his hand out and Quinn reluctantly took it, letting him pull her off the bed. "Cheer up, blondie. You know Katelyn's gonna attack you." Puck murmured, referring to his younger sister, and Quinn cracked a weak smile. "She's cute so that's fine with me." She nodded. "Cute? Are you freaking kidding me Fabray? She's such a brat." Puck groaned. "Not to me." Quinn pecked him on the lips and pulled him downstairs.
Quinn had dropped his hand halfway down the stairs and hurried down the rest of the stairs, arriving in the kitchen before Puck. Puck's mother was getting a few glasses out of the cupboard, and Katelyn was sitting at the table already, fidgeting impatiently. "Mom! When can we eat?" The nine year old whined. "When Quinn and Puck are here and when we are all sitting at the table, we can eat." Mrs Puckerman replied, harshly, right before she noticed Quinn. "Quinn, I haven't seen you since breakfast this morning, is everything all right?" Mrs Puckerman asked, as she stood there, hands full of glasses. "I'm fine." Quinn beamed at Mrs Puckerman, just as Puck appeared behind her, his eyes narrowing at her back. "I just had a really long nap." Quinn said, sweetly, walking closer to the older woman to take the glasses from her hands, heading over to the table and setting them out properly, before turning to Katelyn. "She's not fine." Puck hissed at his mother. "I didn't think so." Mrs Puckerman replied. "Don't ask because I don't know what it is yet." Puck added, before taking a seat at the table. "Can Quinnie sit next to me?" Katelyn begged Puck. "Sure, sure. But she's all mine later." Puck smirked and Quinn rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to Katelyn. "Alright, Katelyn, you can eat now." Mrs Puckerman said and she chuckled softly as Katelyn started eating, eagerly. Quinn picked up her fork and started to twirl the pasta around it. "Good stuff mom." Puck spoke through mouthfuls, shovelling the creamy sauce and pasta into his mouth. At this point, Quinn was the only one not eating, she just continued twirling the strands around her fork. "You need to eat." Puck sighed, staring at the blonde. "Not hungry." Quinn barely muttered, dropping her fork onto the side of the plate. "Katelyn, can you please help your brother with the dishes? Put the leftovers in the fridge." At her words, Puck stood up, shooting Quinn a worried glance before he started to clean up. "I need some help with the laundry. Want to help Quinn?" Mrs Puckerman asked. "Sure." Quinn stood up and let Mrs Puckerman lead her out of the room.
Within two minutes, Quinn sitting Mrs Puckerman's bed. "Where's the laundry?" Quinn asked, quietly. 'I did it this afternoon. I need to talk to you." Mrs Puckerman sighed, quietly, sitting next to the petite blonde. "What's going on?" She asked. "Something is wrong and you know I don't tolerate lying." His mom murmured and Quinn's bottom lip started to quiver. "No, honey, don't cry." His mother rubbed her arm, gently. "Your going to be disappointed with Puck again. I've ruined it again. I've ruined your family..I've ruined Puck's last year of high school." Quinn whispered. "Quinn, you need to tell me what's wrong." Mrs Puckerman soothed. "I'm such a slut." Quinn's voice broke on the last word, and tears started dribbling down her cheeks."I'm pregnant." Quinn whispered, and she practically broke. She started sobbing and Mrs Puckerman wrapped her arms around the small shaking blonde. "Oh honey, it's alright. I'm not disappointed in him..well..I am a little bit..but that doesn't matter. Your more grown up now. You'll make the right choices. You're a different Quinn now. He's..a different Noah." The older woman soothed. "I thought I was close to getting my mommy back." Quinn sobbed, childishly. "Now I'm never gonna get her back." She wailed, as Mrs Puckerman pulled her closer. "I'll take care of you, I promise." Mrs Puckerman soothed. Quinn just sat there, sobbing. Eventually, her sobs died down and Mrs Puckerman glanced down. The small teenager had fallen asleep in her arms, tear streaks down her cheeks. Mrs Puckerman sat there for about twenty minutes, stroking the girl's hair gently.
A knock on the door startled Mrs Puckerman from staring at the sleeping girl. "Come in. And quietly, please." Mrs Puckerman said, as Puck appeared. "How was la-." He cut himself off, hurrying up to the bed. "Is she alright?" Puck asked, concerned. "She'll get there." His mom nodded. "What's up?" Puck's brow furrowed. "She might not want me to tell you..but you need to know. And I don't want her crying anymore. She's already cried herself to sleep, she's exhausted." Mrs Puckerman started. "She's pregnant." Mrs Puckerman pursed her lips. Puck gaped. "Shit. Mom. You've got to be kidding." He muttered. "No. And don't act like that, she'll just get more upset." Mrs Puckerman murmured "…I won't. We just have to make sure she actually is. I'll take her to the doctors really soon." Puck nodded. "That's my son. And another thing..she thought she was getting really close to getting her 'mommy' back. So..this just makes the whole thing even worse..so be careful." She murmured. "You might want to carry her to her bed, she's exhausted." Puck frowned before he nodded, gently scooping the blonde up into his arms. "She needs to eat tomorrow. If she doesn't, force her. She needs too." Mrs Puckerman whispered as Puck nodded, leaving the room.
As soon as Puck carefully slid her cardigan off and placed her in her bed, pulling the covers up. He kissed her forehead gently, and she started to stir. "Puck?" She mumbled. "Yeah?" Puck asked. "Please don't leave." She begged, sleepily. "I wont." He promised and he got onto the bed next to her. "Puck?" Quinn asked again. "Yes babe?" He asked. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "No, it's okay, mom talked to me. We will be okay. But you need rest." He rested his hand on her stomach. "Good night, Quinn." He whispered, and when Quinn didn't reply, he frowned. He pushed the hair away from her face, and smiled softly when he saw her asleep.