Ok so after watching many clips of my favorite shows, I changed my mind on the new glee story. I am somewhat basing this story off of Teen Mom 2 and Raising Hope. Please comment, if you like it or if you don't, or have some ideas.

I do not own glee at all. And this is in Puck's POV:

"Hey Noah, can we talk?" A very pregnant Quinn Fabray asked me.

She never EVER used my real name unless I was in major trouble or something was horribly wrong. I started to panic, "Are you ok? Is the baby ok? The baby didn't die did it? Oh my God your not having a still birth? Are you have twins? Or triplets? Or sextuplets? My dad is dead? Emily is dead? Oh God is my Ma dead?"

"Noah!" Quinn said, "Everything is fine. I found something out yesterday and I want to tell you."

"The baby has cancer? You have cancer? My dad got hit by a car?"

"Would you let me finish?" She asked. I could her hormones were kicking in and this could go from bad to catastrophic really fast. So I shut my mouth and let her finish. "I'm having a girl."

"A-a girl?" That's what my brain came up with.

"Yes! When I found out, I called Shelby. I told her that I couldn't let her adopt the baby. She understood and wished me luck. I'm keeping her!"

My jaw hit the floor. I never thought this would happen. "Ca-can I help you raise her?"

"Yes!" I picked Quinn up and spun her around. She laughed and so did I. I guess I wasn't so much of a dick anymore. Mercedes can walking over with Kurt.

Kurt looked at me funny, "Are you ok?"

"Better then ok!" I said and nearly skipped down the hallway to math.

I heard Mercedes behind me, "What the hell is wrong with Puck?"

I walked Quinn to her car after school. "I was thinking. When the baby comes, maybe we should get our own place. I really don't think you want my mom crawling up your ass about the baby. We could get a small apartment. Nothing to big. We could make our own family."

Quinn looked at me and smiled, "I would really like that Puck. My dad left me a trust fund. I could get him to give it to me. Maybe my mom would help me."

"How much?"

"About a million." My eyes almost fell out of my head. Quinn said it like it was nothing. She looked at me, "What? I have lots of family."

"You could say that again," I mumbled.

"Do you have anything really important tomorrow?"

"No why?"

"How about we skip school and go house hunting?"

I laughed, "Is goody-two shoes Quinn Fabray suggesting we skip school? Looks like some of my badass-ness is rubbing off on you!"

"Shut it Puckerman!" Quinn rolled her eyes and we both laughed. "Come by Mercedes place later, we can go through the for sale adds tonight."

I kissed her forehead, "Deal, I'll see you later." I made sure she got down the street before heading to the field for football practice.

Pete, one of my teammates, and Finn walked over to me. Pete spoke first, "Dude what the fuck is wrong with you today? After Fabray talked to you before math, you have been acting like a faggot."

"First I'm not a fag. Second, nothing. Now walk away before I punch you in the face for using faggot," I shot back. Since joining glee club and seeing how much bull Kurt got for being gay, I stopped using some of those words.

Pete walked away grumbling. Finn smiled his stupid grin, "Your in love."

"Am not!" I protested.

"Are too!" Finn said back.

"Fine I am. After Quinn told me she is having a girl, THEN said that she was keeping her and THEN said I could help raise the baby, I realized I still have feeling for her."

Finn slapped me on my back, "Congrats dude. That girl is going to be the most evil kid on this planet."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Finn laughed, "Think about it. You are her father; you don't take crap from anyone. You are as tuff nails and you will run someone over if they get in your way. And Quinn was head Sylvester-clone since last year. She does what she wants when she wants and is able to with stand Brittany and the fact she has no brain and Santana who is a complete ass." I guess Finn was right, because he never talked like that.

"She might even take over the world some day," I said with a small laugh.

"PUCKERMAN AND HUDSON! GET YOUR ASSES MOVING!" Coach yelled at us.