This is my second fanfic, its going to be lots of chapters either 9 or more than that, im not sure yet, hope you guys like it, reviews are welcome because i'd love to know what you think :)
He did it again
I woke up feeling extremely sick; I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, I heard my mom say
"Quinnie are you okay?"
I didn't know if I was or not, the sudden urge to throw up a lot wasn't normal, but maybe I just had a bug or something, I wasn't sure. My mom came into the bathroom
"Aww Quinnie, sweetie, are you ill? You better get to bed"
I thought that maybe I was, I hoped at least, either that or I was pregnant again, and I really didn't want to go through that again, but I had slept with Puck a few weeks ago, I hoped I wasn't, but with my luck, I tried not to think about it and continued chucking up the entire contents of my stomach, my mom held up my hair for me despite her hating the smell and the look of sick, she stood next to me patting my back and comforting me until I had finished throwing up.
I went to lie down, as my mom had said that I needed too, she had called the school and said that I was sick so I didn't have to go in and I could have some rest and run to the bathroom again if I needed to chuck up. I looked up at the ceiling, and I put my hands on my belly, I was kneading it gently just to see if it was bigger than usual, there was a possibility I did sleep with Puck after all, and it wasn't an accident this time, not drinks no nothing, we started making out on his bed, and then…it turned into that.
I just lay in bed for the rest of the day, I didn't throw up anymore which was a relief, but I thought I'd better take a test just incase. I went into the bathroom and took the test, a few minutes later; I was sitting on the floor, holding a pregnancy test in my hands, 2 little pink lines had appeared on it, tears had started rolling down my face, my mom knocked on the door
"Quinnie, are you okay? Are you being sick again?"
She pushed the door, but I had locked it so she couldn't open it
"Let me in Quinnie, or at least tell me if you are okay"
I couldn't speak, I just sat on the floor crying, and my mom kept trying to open the door but not succeeding, I think she eventually went away, because there was no more knocking on the door after about 5 minutes, I sat there for about 15 minutes, unable to move, unable to speak. I finally got up and walked out of the bathroom, my eyes were red from the crying, I went back to my bedroom and laid down again, staring at my belly that soon would be the size of a beach ball, I picked up my phone, I had learnt from my mistakes, this time I was going to tell Puck straight away, even though I was so nervous as to how he would react, I dialled his number, my heart was pounding like a drum, he picked up
"Hey babe, sup?"
Puck said though the phone, I couldn't speak again, but I tried really hard, and all that came out was
"p-p-p-pregnant"
But I didn't have to say anymore, Puck understood, he stuttered
"Your p-p-p-pregnant? Again?"
Then he hit something, im not sure what, but I heard a thumping sound and then he spoke again, but he was shouting now
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, IM ALWAYS KNOCKING THE HOT GIRLS UP"
I tried to calm him down
"Puck, calm down, its no big deal, we did it once before, we can do it again"
I wasn't too sure about what I had just said, but I needed to calm Puck down, that seemed to do the trick, he didn't sound angry anymore
"Okay…okay…we can do this, so…are you gonna keep it this time?"
I really wasn't sure about that yet, I had only just found out I was pregnant
"I don't know…I want to…but can we do it?"
If Puck and his parents and my mom would support us, and Puck would always be there, and we had money, I think we would be able to cope, I said to Puck
"Im gonna think about that, will you come to my house to help me tell my mom? Please? I really don't think I can tell her on my own, I don't know how she will react"
Puck hung up, and a minute later the door bell rang, I answered it, it was Puck, he was all wet with sweat and his face was all red, it looked like he'd ran all the way here, I hugged him
"Thanks so much for coming, my mom is in the dinning room, setting the table for dinner"
We walked to the dinning room holding hands; I was squeezing Pucks hand really tight, my mom saw us walk in and greeted us with a smile
"Hello Noah, nice to see you, are you okay now Quinnie?"
I squeezed Puck's hand even tighter
"Mom, I have something to tell you"
She looked up at me and smiled
"What's up sweetie?"
She said with a curious expression on her face, but she looked slightly confused, I stuttered
"I-I-I-im p-p-p-pregnant m-m-mom, that's why I have been throwing up, I took a test and it was p-p-p-positive"
My mom ran over to me and hugged me really tight
"Aww Quinnie, its gonna be okay, we will turn the guest room into a nursery, and I will pay for all the doctors bill's and other things that you need, I will be with you 100% of the way"
And then she sat down on the sofa and cried for about 1 hour, Puck stayed for dinner and we had eaten ours as soon as the cook had placed it on the table, we were starving, but mom didn't touch hers, she just sat and cried, I know how overwhelming it must have been for her, now a single mom of a pregnant 18 year old, I went over to her and patted her shoulder
"Mom, its gonna be okay, I have done this once before, I can do it again…well I think so at least, I don't really want to, but I have no choice, its happening and I am going to have to deal with it"
She seemed fine after the initial shock had worn off. Puck went home, and I went to bed, I needed sleep, I was SO tired.
That week was awful, morning sickness had kicked in causing me to throw up everyday sometimes more than once, some days every 15 minutes, I had vowed to myself last time this happened that I would never sleep with Puck again, but I had and now this had happened…again. My belly was still flat, it hadn't got any bigger yet, I was so happy about that, because then people in school didn't have to know quite yet, I didn't really want them to know at all, Mr Schue was wondering what was wrong with me, when I ran out of glee club twice to throw up, soon he was going to figure it out, soon the whole club would, and if Rachel found out she would tell the world, blabbermouth Berry, haha that's a good nickname for her, she cannot keep secrets, you tell her something, she will tell everyone in the world what it is.
On the Monday of the next week, I was in glee club and Mr Schue came up to me, I had already run out 3 times to be sick, he looked really concerned
"Quinn, are you okay? You've been throwing up an awful lot, do you need to go home?"
I sighed in relief that he hadn't figured out yet, I just attempted a smile and said
"Im fine, just feeling sick a lot"
He looked at me in disbelief, I knew he knew I was lying; I put my head on his shoulder and stuttered
"Im p-p-p-pregnant a-a-again"
And then I burst into floods of tears all over his jumper, everyone else looked at me weirdly because I had suddenly burst into tears, but no one seemed to really care
"Im sorry for getting your jumper wet Mr Schue, please don't tell anyone else"
He patted me on the back and said
"Its okay, who's the father? Does he know? Why don't you tell the rest of the club, we are all here to support you, I promise I wont tell anyone if you don't want me to, does your mom know?"
That was a lot of questions; they took a while to process through my brain, I said nothing for a few minutes, then I muttered
"Puck, yes he does know, I told him last week as soon as I found out, I don't want to tell the rest of the club because I don't trust Santana not to tell the whole school, also Rachel will tell the world, she always does"
I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my cardigan and sniffed, Mr Schue said
"I will get Rachel and Santana to promise not to tell anyone, I don't know about Santana, but Rachel always keeps her promises"
I knew Santana wouldn't keep that promise, she would be off telling everyone, the first person she would tell would be Ms. Sylvester who would make my life a complete misery, even though im not on the cheerios anymore, it wouldn't matter is she told Brittany because Brittany probably wouldn't understand and if she did she wouldn't remember to tell people. I hate my life sometimes.
"That won't make any difference with Santana, thanks anyway Mr Schue"
I got up and headed home.
The rest of that month was gloomy, and by the end, I wished I would never be sick ever again because I was really fed up with it, last time the morning sickness had gone by the 3rd month, so I only had 1 more month to wait until I could get rid of it, that was such a relief, I lay in bed thinking about lots of things, and eventually drifted of to sleep, it was gonna be a long 9 months.