Hi guys! I'm back with a new story. For those of you who were reading Manhattan From The Sky, I've had a major writers block with that. But in the meantime, please let me know what you think about this story!

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"I'm sorry!"

"Oh you're sorry What are you sorry for? Are you sorry for sleeping with him?"

"Noah please let me expl-"

"Are you sorry you got caught?"

"Just let me-"

"You know what? I hope he was worth it. I hope the sex was unbelievable. Coz you and me? Yeah, we're done."

"No, I love you! Please!"

"You want me to say it? Fine. You broke my heart. I loved you Rachel. I chose you over everything and you chose him over me!"

Puck turned to walk out the door when a muscular arm grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. He opened his eyes in anger to see Sam Evans standing there, wearing only a towel, slung over his lean hips. Puck pulled his arm back and punched Sam square in the eye, knocking him to the ground.

"Ouch! Fuck! I know I deserved that but just-"

"If either of you come near me in school, it will be at your own peril. I'm done with both of you!"

"Noah!" Rachel screamed.

"What?" Puck screamed back.

"I'm pregnant." She whispered.

"Bullshit."

"It's true man."

"Fuck you Evans!"

"I'm pregnant Noah. And it's yours." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"No. There's no way that I'm the father. As far as I'm concerned, you and I never happened. At all." He turned to the door once again and stood on the doorstep. He didn't face them again but kept his back to them as he calmly said "I hope you love the joys of fatherhood Evans." And with that, he slammed the door, leaving his former best friend sitting on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on his eye and his former girlriend, the love of his life, gripping the coffee table for support, tears cascading down her cheeks, regretting her actions over the past month.

Santana walked into Glee on Monday and stopped just in the door, unsure if what she was seeing was really happening. Noah 'Puck' Puckerman was sitting up the back on the far left hand side, anger all over his face as he glared at Rachel, red-rimmed eyes and pale face, clutching onto Sam Evans' hand. And did Sam have a black eye? What the hell happened on the weekend? This is why she doesn't like going away for the weekend. She misses all the drama that her best friend always seems to involve herself in. The other gleeks were scattered around the room, some sitting around Puck, clearly they were supporting Puck in the break up of the golden couple, while a few were sat in the middle of the room, unsure of what was happening. The remaining Gleeks were in a circle around Sam and Rachel, with one chair right next to Rachel, clearly reserved for her, trying to comfort her. Santana quickly went to sit on Rachel's right, grabbing her other hand, showing her support and silently letting the Jewish girl that she was there for her. Rachel looked over at Santana and gave her a watery smile before turning away and once again leaning her head on Sam's shoulder.

Mr Schue walked into Glee and stopped briefly as he took in the scene.

"Good morning everyone! Today's lesson - Emotions! I want each of you to sing a song that expresses your strongest emotion this week. Songs will be sung over the course of Thursday and Friday's lessons. You can brainstorm by yourself or in groups. I will be in my office if anyone has any questions. Good luck."

With that, he turned and scuttled into his office and shut the door.

Santana pulled Rachel up by her hand and dragged her out the door.

"Santana, we can't leave!"

"Like hell we can't. Mr Schue didn't specify we had to stay in the choir room. Now, start talking!"

"There's nothing to say."

"Really? So, you're all cuddled up to Sam coz you're so in love with him and Puck looks like he wants to cause the guy some seroius harm because of nothing?"

"San!" Rachel started to cry again.

"In here." Santana pulled her into a nearby empty classroom and slammed the door. She pushed her into an empty chair and spun another chair around to face her. "Ok, Go."

"Noah found out about Sam."

"You told me you were doing with trouty mouth."

"I was. And then I walked past the boys locker room, and Sam was shirtless. And all these feelings, these urges rose up in me. And one thing led to another. I felt so guilty afterward. I was sick to my stomach. I was lying to you. And Noah. He hates me!" Rachel felt the tears rise again.

"He doesn't hate you."

"You didn't see his face San. He was so devastated. Like maybe this was a bad dream. And his mind was playing tricks on him. Maybe this is a bad dream. Pinch me!" Rachel held her arm out to the Cheerio.

"No. Put your arm down. This isn't the end of the world. I know Puck loves you. Give him space. He'll take you back in time."

"No he won't." Her jaw trembled.

"Please bitch. It's not like you're pregnant."

Rachel's eyes shot up to Santana's face and Santana could read the truth all over her best friend's face.

"You're not! Oh my God! I sat you down and showed you all the different forms of contraception. You were there that day in my room, weren't you?"

Rachel nodded her head.

"So how did this happen?"

"Well, when a girl and a boy love each other completely and-"

"Don't try to be smart. We both know I'm the biggest bitch around here. Is it Puck's?"

"Santana!" Rachel said rather angrily.

"Well sorry. You're bumping uglies with two of the hottest guys in school. I just wanted to make sure who Berry Junior's Daddy was."

"Sorry. Yes. Noah is the father of my unborn child."

"And what's with hanging all over Sam?"

"He's just my friend at this point. We never had any feelings for each other, nor will we ever. He knows how much I love Noah."

"And you want Puck back?"

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I do! I need him. And more than that, this baby needs it's Daddy around." Rachel placed a hand at her side, careful not to place it on her stomach incase anyone saw. She didn't need this getting out just yet.

"Good to know. Ok. Enough of this misery. We're going shopping."

"Why exactly?"

"You need an outfit for the song you're singing tomorrow."

"I haven't decided what song I'm singing though."

"Yeah, but I have. Come on. Keep up."

Rachel felt a smile tug at her lips for the first time since the weekend as she followed her best friend out the front doors of William McKinley High School.

So what song do you think Rachel should sing? Also please let me know what you think, good or bad, I need to know how to improve my writing. Review!