AN: So I am a huge Samcedes fan but I gotta admit Puckcedes is pretty darn awesome too. I own nothing, FOX and its affiliates own Puck, Mercedes, and everything associated with Glee. I will take credit for the story. New to writing Glee so please cut me a little slack. Enjoy.

Prologue:

"Mercedes, eat your dinner."

Mercedes heard her mother say as she picked at the baked chicken breast smothered in gravy, with a side of rice and broccoli. "Not hungry." She pushed the plate away from her.

Mrs. Jones suspiciously stared at her daughter. For the past week Mercedes hasn't been hungry. The only thing she ever did eat was saltines and carrots. "Mercy, are you starving yourself again? Because if you are…"

"No mom. I'm not starving myself, I'm just not hungry ok." Mercedes firmly said, making eye contact with the older version of herself. When she saw the hurt look in her mother's eye, Mercedes gave a small sigh. "I'm sorry Ma, for jumping hot at you. I'll take a bite."

Pulling the plate back to her, Mercedes tore a small piece of the chicken off the bone with her fork. The look of it made her sick to her stomach, but she put it in her mouth anyway. After swallowing it, she managed to smile. "That was good mom, but really I can't eat anymore."

Sighing, Mrs. Jones felt Mercedes forehead with the back of her hand. "You don't have a fever."

Mercedes was getting frustrated and she wasn't feeling well. "I have homework that I need to finish. May I be excused?" She asked as nicely as she could.

Her mother slowly nodded her head and watched as Mercy stood up from the table and dumped the contents of her plate down the garbage disposal. Her once vibrant and happy go lucky daughter was now enclosed inside an invisible shell. She noticed that Mercedes was always tired and took naps quite frequently now. Maybe she was depressed? She knew that she had gotten closer to a guy named Noah or Puck as he was so called, before he broke her heart by kissing Rachel. Not to mention that her father no longer lived in the same house with them any longer.

Before walking up the stairs, Mercedes kissed her mother on the cheek. "I love you ma. Thanks for dinner."

Mrs. Jones smiled at her pride and joy. "And I love you too, Mercy."Mercedes turned away and jogged up the stairs to her room, while her mother sat at the table and finished her dinner alone.

Once in her room, Mercedes closed the door before turning on the stereo that stood on her desk. "No One" by Alicia Keys began to play. She happily hummed along before reaching in her book bag for her English book. In the process a folded up piece of paper slipped out of the bag. "What is this?" She silently whispered to her herself before unfolding it. It was a note from Puck:

Lil Mama

What's been up with you lately?

I've tried calling, texting, and talking to you at school

But you aren't anywhere to be found.

Look I know what you saw between me and Rachel, but just know

It's not what it seems like, baby.

She kissed me, and you walked in before I could push her off.

Please Cedes, give me a call or text. I miss you like crazy, Ma.

-Puck

Before she knew it tears were falling down her face. "Lie, they're lies." She said balling up the note and throwing it in the trash bin next to her desk. She knows what she saw, and Puck was in no hurry to pull that skinny tramp off of him. Like Kurt said: "Once a man-whore, always a man-whore. Watch yourself Cedes." He warned when she told him that she and Puck were going steady. She rolled her eyes at him, before replying "Puck changed, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me." Boy was she ever wrong.

Mercedes turned off her radio and grabbed her iPhone from its charger and dialed the number to her best friend. He picked up on the second ring. "What's up Baby Boom?" He greeted.

"Kurt, are you busy?" She sniffled.

"No Lovie, not for you. Cedes what's wrong hun."

"Him. I miss him." She sobbed. She then told him about the note he must've slipped inside her book bag during rehearsal.

She heard Kurt tsk before he exhaled inside the receiver. "He isn't worth your precious tears, my dear. Noah the jerk Puckerman is not worthy of you. I would kick him where the sun don't shine, but he's bigger than me and I'm not crazy. I love you, but not enough for Puckerman to kill me. Rachel I think we can take her."

Despite the tears running down her face, she let out a laugh. "Boy, what does Blaine do with you?"

"Nothing, I just let him do him." Blaine answered.

Dang, Kurt had her on speaker. "Hey Blaine." She said, hoping she sounded somewhat ecstatic.

"Hey sweetie, sorry to hear about that loser. Like Kurt said, he is not worthy of you Diva." She suddenly heard clapping that had to come from none other than Kurt.

"Well thanks for cheering me up guys; I better get to my homework. Love you both." Mercedes declared.

"And we love you back. Muah." She heard Kurt say.

"Muah." She kissed back hanging up the phone. Kurt and Blaine were right; Noah Puckerman didn't deserve her tears. She grabbed a tissue from her purse and dried her eyes. Opening her English book she felt really sick to her stomach. Feeling the nausea work its way up, Mercedes scrambled to her feet down the hall to the bathroom.

Head in the toilet, Mercedes retched and coughed up whatever was in her stomach from lunch earlier. Which were crackers and cheese, and the small piece of chicken from dinner. When she was finished, she heard footsteps approaching at the door. Flushing the toilet, she quickly turned on the shower.

"Mercy, are you ok in there?" Mrs. Jones called from the hallway.

"Yeah mom, I'm about to get in the shower." Mercedes yelled back.

"Ok, I thought I heard you throwing up. Just checking on you. Do you want to talk?"

"I'm fine mom, really. Thanks though."

Mrs. Jones sighed. She wanted whatever bothering Mercy to go away so that she could have her daughter that randomly busted into singing songs back. But she didn't want to pressure her daughter. "Well, I'm going to bed sweetheart. Good night."

"Nighty night." Mercedes responded back. When she heard the door to her mother's room close, she sighed with relief. She didn't want to talk about the fact that she still loves Puck or that her parents are a stitch away from divorcing. The stress was killing her and already began making her sick. Stepping out of her purple dress she was wearing and underwear, she hopped into the shower.

After a much needed shower, Mercedes looked around her room in search of something to sleep in. Her mom apparently didn't do laundry so she searched her drawer for a tank top. Mercedes hands game in contact with a black t-shirt. She pulled the shirt out and realized that it was one Puck had left over… that night he took, no she gave him her virginity.

Pressing it to her nose, it still smelled of his cologne mixed with something distinctly Puck. Without really caring that it had been worn, Mercedes slipped the shirt over her head. Immediately, she saw what a week of not eating anything solid could do.

Pulling the covers back she slipped inside her nice, warm bed. The same bed where Puck had showed her pleasurable pain. He was so sweet and gentle with her, whispering sweet nothings in ear. Taking his time, and he had nothing but time since her parents were away visiting distant family. Cuddling with her and making her feel good.

Shaking her head from the thoughts, she sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. Then it dawned on her. Not only did they have amazing sex, they had unprotected sex. No condom, no Pill. He didn't even pull out.

Sitting up, Mercedes reached over and grabbed a pamphlet from her night table that the nurse from school passed out earlier this week. The one that had all the symptoms of pregnancy in it. Her eyes widened as she read through all the bulletins.

Nausea. Check. No appetite. Check. Vomiting. Check. Tiredness. Check. All her "stress" symptoms, or what she thought was stress turns out to be pregnancy symptoms.

A wave of panic now traveled through her body, making her shiver. "No, I can't be." She whispered into the dark room, slumping back onto her pillow.

In her heart she knew she could very well be pregnant with Puck's baby, but there was only way to find out. She decided that after school tomorrow, she was buying a pregnancy test. Sighing she closed her eyes trying to blink back tears. "I just can't be pregnant…"

AN: Hope you somewhat liked. This is just the intro. The story itself will have more info on how Puck and Mercedes get together (for real this time), Rachel and Puck getting caught kissing, Mercedes dealing with her parents of a separation, and of course if Cedes is carrying Puck's pride and joy. Sorry for any typos or misspellings.