A/N: Hi! It's Sparkelee & Je m'appelle Bodet writing collectively as "Tinkbellandthesexshark"

This is our first story, and obviously, it's all about the Puckleberry! First chapter is co-written and after that, my partner in crime will take all the odd numbered chapters and I will be taking the even numbered ones.

We'd love to hear what you think, so please, review away!

An Unexpected Family

Chapter 1: Reality's a Bitch

Puck glanced at the time on his phone as he made his way to his truck, guitar slung over his back.

5:15. He was exhausted. Glee practice ran late that day. Typically, they were out by 4:00 tops. But not this time. Nope, Rachel needed to express herself and her sorrow, and that cost him an extra hour.

He adjusted his sunglasses as he approached his beat up Chevy pickup. No sooner had he tossed his back pack into the bed of his truck when he heard the very distinct sound of a person upchucking.

Despite his overwhelming fatigue, his curiosity got the better of him. He strode around the back of his vehicle and followed the sound to the dumpsters about 40 feet away.

Puck's eyebrows hit his hairline when he laid eyes on the girl tossing her cookies.

Rachel Berry. The very girl who's existence he'd just been cursing.

He took a hesitant step forward. She still hadn't noticed him yet.

Rachel braced herself up against the dumpster as her stomach rolled again and she bent at the waist and let go of her lunch.

She hated throwing up. Not only was it insanely disgusting but it wasn't good for her throat or her voice. Lately, however, her body hadn't really cared about her ability to sing. All it seemed to care about was relieving her of all of her meals.

The petite brunette pulled in a big gulp of air and shuddered out a sigh. She felt clammy and shaky, which was essentially exactly how she'd been feeling for the past two weeks.

"Berry?"

Rachel felt her skin go cold and she froze in her current position. Well, at least, she tried to freeze.

Apparently she'd eaten more for lunch then she'd realized.

He supposed he could have probably stepped forward, held her hair, maybe patted her back, but well, it was Berry, and he wasn't sure if she wanted him anywhere near her, especially since he'd contributed to the demise of her relationship with Jesse. So instead, he just stood there.

A few agonizing moments later and Rachel was able to right herself. She pulled a bottle of Figi water from her purse, swilled it around in her mouth and spit it out as discreetly and ladylike as possible.

"Noah." She greeted coolly.

He shifted from one foot to the other, eyeing her pale face and dark rimmed eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked at last, not really sure why he even bothered, probably just pure curiosity again.

"Nothing. I'm fine, just a bit under the weather." She replied as she attempted to move around him.

He raised his eyebrows and moved to stop her.

"Dude, you like, never get sick. You tell us that all the time." He pointed out.

She gulped. "I'm FINE Noah. Truly. Just the good old stomach flu, I'm certain of it."

He cocked his head as a thought popped into his mind.

"What're the umm, the symptoms?" He questioned cautiously, wondering if she'd actually tell him.

She shot him an incredulous look. "Since when are you my physician?" She shot back defensively.

"I'm no doctor. I'm just asking. You said you wanted to be friends. And after what's been happening to your crazy ass lately, I figured you could use one." He replied, his tone even and neutral and not at all revealing of his true reason for asking.

She softened. Normally she'd have been more skeptical of his intentions, but he wasn't wrong, she did need friends.

"I throw up a lot," Rachel said softly. "And my skin feels clammy. Sometimes, the smell or taste of something makes my stomach upset," she finally admitted, her voice raspy with emotion.

Puck felt his stomach drop to his feet. Quinn had experienced all of these things, and she was eight months pregnant and carrying his child. Which could only mean….

"Rach," he finally managed to choke out. "Are you a…a v-virgin?"

Rachel turned her fierce gaze to him and her face reddened in anger. "Noah Puckerman, how dare you! I-"

"I think maybe, you might be pregnant," Puck blurted out, interrupting Rachel's tantrum.

Rachel froze for a moment before she sighed and her head dropped in embarrassment. She'd pretty much come to the same realization a few days ago after the vomiting had continued, but kept praying that she was wrong. "I know," she whispered as she felt tears fill her eyes. "I just keep hoping that I'm not, though…that I'm wrong and I'll wake up and everything will be okay."

Puck knew this feeling all too well. When he'd heard Quinn was pregnant, he felt like his one chance to get out of Lima had been taken away. Now, he spent his days trying to convince Quinn to let him keep their baby girl, but that was a different story. "Whose is it?" He wanted to know. He couldn't help himself when he asked, but he was positive he knew whose it was.

She couldn't help it, her emotions were high and she just sort of snapped. "It's Jesse's. Who else's would it be?" She asked bitterly, referring to his situation with Quinn and Finn.

Puck bit back a growl. He knew a personal attack when he heard it.

"Whatever, Berry," he said, turning around to walk away. His attempt to help had turned on him, as it always did. He wasn't going to stick around for round two.

"Noah! Wait, I-"

Puck cut her off for the second time that day. This time, it wasn't because he couldn't hold in his thoughts anymore. It was because he was tired of Rachel Berry turning on the people that were trying to be decent her. He knew she was upset from the realization that she was, in fact, pregnant, but he was tired and he honestly couldn't find it in him to put up with her crazy anymore.

"Fuck this," he snarked, ignoring her pleas as he got into his truck and sped off.

Rachel finally let the tears she'd been holding in slide down her cheeks. She'd managed to throw up everything she'd ever eaten, get the second opinion she hadn't really wanted, but somehow needed to hear before she could accept reality, and piss off the only person that ever bothered to show any real interest in her outside of glee.

Now, Rachel realized she had several things to look forward to. First, she got to experience "morning sickness" (what a cruelly named condition) at all hours of the day, something she was already looking forward to. Then, she got to see Noah at glee practice every day, which made her thank her lucky stars they were such good friends and on great terms. Also, she couldn't wait to tell the father of her child, Jesse St. James, that she was expecting and the baby was his. They'd had a wonderful meeting after he'd gone back to Vocal Adrenaline, which made Rachel think about how much she just loved eggs.

And let's for forget the best part. She had to tell her fathers, who she knew would be overjoyed with the fact that their sixteen year old daughter, who they'd invested massive time and money into over the course of her entire life to ensure her success as an actress, singer, and dancer, was pregnant and was probably going to be stuck in Lima for the rest of her life since she didn't have the heart to give up her child. She knew they'd be so proud of her and couldn't wait for them to welcome the change with open arms and warms hearts.

Yeah, right… And Rachel Berry was Idina Menzel.

A/N: So we'd love to hear your thoughts. Next chapter will be by me, SparkELee. So be on the lookout!