Name: Triple Threat
Author: TheUltimateGleek123 (The one and only!)
Summary: Quinn Fabray is pregnant again. She visits the guidance counselor daily to help her get through it. Quinn's biggest problem? The baby has three possible fathers, and Quinn isn't sure which one is the true baby daddy.
Rating: T for language, and also a few "suggestive flashbacks," I guess you could say.
Pairings: Quick [Quinn/Puck], Fuinn [Quinn/Finn], Quill [Quinn/Will], Wemma [Will/Emma].

Author's Note: I know I haven't yet finished Highway to Hell; I'm getting there! I'm not going to stop writing that one, but I thought I could try something else. If you don't like it, I'll just go right back to Highway to Hell, though it doesn't seem like many people are reading that, anyway.

This first chapter is really short; it's kind of introducing everything.

Enjoy and review! :D


"Miss Pillsbury?"

The guidance counselor looked up when I said her name. She stared at me with wide, honey brown eyes. Her red-orange hair was fixed in its perky bob, as it always was. She wore a yellow-and-pink flowered skirt and a bright yellow blouse with a large bow across the chest. She motioned for me to come into her room. I did just that, and I closed the door behind me. I sat down on one of the chairs in front of Miss Pillsbury's desk and smoothed out my short red-and-white polyester skirt.

After I had Beth and the new school year started, Miss Sylvester had been in need of new Cheerios. As soon as I'd walked in, she told me to get out, but after a little bit of persuasion and an amazing tryout, she agreed to let me back on the squad. I was so close to becoming head Cheerio again, but Santana wasn't far behind.

I wasn't going to be a Cheerio for much longer, though.

"What can I help you with, Quinn?" Miss Pillsbury smiled, folding her hands atop her desk.

I took a deep breath. "Basically, I need some guidance."

"Well, you've come to the right place, then," Miss Pillsbury said, still smiling.

I nodded slowly. "You see, I've been feeling really sick lately, and I started gaining a few pounds. I've had this happen before and I got really curious. So I took a pregnancy test, and it came out positive."

Miss Pillsbury's smile faded.

"I don't believe in abortion," I said quickly, "so that's not an option. I'm leaning toward adoption, just like I was with Beth, but I might want to keep it. I have a lot of time to think about that, though. I came here because . . . there's a slight problem with this whole pregnancy."

Miss Pillsbury swallowed hard. "And what would that be?"

"I'm not sure who the father is."

I watched as the guidance counselor fidgeted in her seat, tugging at the hem of her skirt. She looked down and cleared her throat, pushing her hair behind her ears. She was blatantly uncomfortable, no doubt. I was, too, but I'd been through so much; it barely even bothered me anymore. My elbows rested on the armrests on either side of me. I crossed my ankles and my fingers intertwined as I waited for Miss Pillsbury to say something.

"Well, do you know who the possible fathers could be?" she asked suddenly.

I gulped.