Morning Sickness

1 MONTH PREGNANT

"Babe?," Ana called out to me from the other side of the couch where we were currently doing our homework.

"Yeah?," I answered.

"Do I look pregnant? Or do I just look fat?" I rolled my eyes. It was everyday with this shit.

"You don't look fat, at all. And as for looking pregnant, you are pregnant, stupid."

Ana glared at me, "you're an ass."

"Baby, I'm just playing. You don't even look pregnant. You're as skinny as the day I met you, I don't think it's possible for you to look fat."

"Aw!," Ana said, leaning over to kiss me. "Thank you."

"Hey, what's the square root of 6-," I stopped when I saw the pale look on her face, she begun to grab her stomach and placed her hand over her mouth. "What's wrong?"

"Morning sick-," was all she got out before she had to make a mad dash to the bathroom.

After I heard the door slam shut, the toilet seat being raised and a unmistakable sound of retching, I called out to her, "you okay, honey?"

"Do I sound okay?," she yelled back before letting out another heave.

"Sorry. Do you want me to come in there with you?"

"No!," another heave, "it's disgusting in here!"

I put my math books on the table beside me and ran to the bathroom. "Puck, sit your ass back down!," heave, "I told you not to come in here." I hesitated, waited for another minute until I heard the toilet flush. "Why do they call it morning sickness?," Ana asked while brushing her teeth, "it happens every hour in the god damn day!"

I immediately felt guilty, I was making Ana go through all of this. It wasn't fair to her.

Ana stepped out of the bathroom, her hair strewn about. "You're beautiful," I said, stepping towards her and placing a kiss on her forehead.

"You're a liar."

"No, I'm not!," I claimed.

"Whatever, Casanova, let's just get back to quadratic equations."

To say Ana's life a school was total and complete shit would be an understatement. Everyone knew she was pregnant, even though she really didn't look like it. But, she'd been pushed down to the very, very bottom of the food chain, and everyone just kind of stepped on her. I was doing my best to keep her protected. I'd threaten anyone who even dared to look at her funnily. Sadly, I couldn't always be with her though. She was still pushed around the halls almost daily (which was a total pussy move, who the hell pushes a pregnant girl?).

Luckily for her, the dudes, and girls, in glee were doing their very best to keep her safe. I was glad that Ana had all the glee club's support, but they didn't give a lot to me. Whenever Mercedes or Quinn saw me in the hallway, they'd give me a glare as if I'd just killed their puppies and made them watch. It made absolutely no sense why they were mad at me, I'd done everything right this time: I'd supported Ana, stayed with her, loved her, protected her, what else did they want? But it was whatever, if they wanted to waste their time and energy being pissed at them, that was their problem.

"Ready to go to glee?," I asked, holding out my arm for Ana to hold onto while I picked her up from English.

Ana nodded and smiled. "Thank you, sir," she said, giving me a kiss. Before I even had time to look at the hall way, Azimio had nailed me in the face with a blue slushy, and some hockey-douche threw a red one at Ana. Growling, I grabbed Azimio by his letterman jacket and shoved him into the nearest row of lockers.

"What the fuck, man?," I yelled, ramming Azimio into the lockers. "Throw slushies at me all you want, but when you hit my mother fucking girlfriend, we've got a problem." While I was chewing out Azimio, Karofsky had some how weaseled his way over. He was headed, straight for Ana, who was still wiping the slushy out of her eye. Karofsky 'bumped' into her, his shoulder colliding into hers. He was about twice the size of Ana, probably more, so when he'd hit her, she flew into the nearest group of kids.

This immediately got my attention off of Azimio and onto Karofsky. "What was that all about?," I asked, backing him into the nearest corner.

"Whatever, man, she was in the way," he grumbled, trying to push me out of the way.

I held my ground. "Don't whatever me, Karofsky. Tell her you're sorry."

He rolled his eyes. This dude had some serious balls. "You'd be doing the same thing right now, Puckerman. But you've changed, every since you started dating that piece of trash."

This really got my blood boiling. "What'd you call her?"

"Puck, stop," I heard Ana plead, "he's not worth it."

All I could see was red. "What did you call her?," I repeated, emphasizing every word.

"You heard me," Karofsky spat.

"Puck, please, stop," Ana begged again. "Let's go. Now."

I wanted to punch Karofsky. I wanted to punch him so fucking bad. But some how I buried my anger deep inside, gave Karofsky one last menacing look before following Ana into the nearest girls' bathroom. After she'd slammed the door shut, she asked, "oh my god, baby, are you okay?," before latching herself onto my neck and pressing kisses on my cheek and chest.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, squeezing her. "What about you?," I asked, unhooking her arms from my neck and checking her out. "Are you okay? Is anything hurt?," I motioned to her stomach.

She shook her head no. "C'mon, Puck, let's get you and me cleaned up.

Surprisingly, we were only a half an hour late to glee. Not surprisingly, everyone was pissed at us when we arrived.

"Where the hell have you been, man?," Finn asked the moment we walked into the door. "We were worried sick!"

"Sorry, guys," Ana apologized, "Puck and I just," we exchanged an awkward glance, wondering whether or not we should tell them what'd really happened. After a couple seconds, Ana said, "we just had some business to take care of."

"That's a lie!," Rachel interjected, "you two were making out!" Ana and I looked at her questioningly. "Isn't that what got you into trouble in the first place?," she asked, giving Ana a quick glare.

"Ex-cuse me? Is she being serious right now?," Ana asked me.

"What the hell is your problem, Berry?," I yelled, my arms protectively around my girlfriend.

"I'm tired of you two treating this club like a joke! You can't just waltz in here where ever you please. Some of us take glee seriously, and if you're going to waste our rehearsal time hooking- up in the janitors closet, then you shouldn't be here!," she finished, crossing her arms over her flat chest.

Ana started taking a few menacing steps towards Rachel, and I was about ready to do the same. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was?

"Screw you, Rachel! You don't know as much as you think you do," Ana yelled as she was held back by Mike and Sam.

"You want to know what we were really doing? Fine!," I screamed, throwing my hands in the air. "We both got slushied and Karofsky pushed Ana into a bunch of kids. We were just trying to wash up for the last 30 minutes, if you couldn't tell by our wet hair."

Rachel let out a small, "oh," and sat back down in her seat.

"Enough!," Mr. Schue yelled, silencing the club. "Puck, Ana, please try to let us know when you're going to be late. And Rachel, you need to watch what you say. Your fellow glee clubber is in a bad situation, and the last thing she needs is for you to ridicule her for it."

Ana nodded thankfully to Mr. Schue and sat down in a chair, one on the complete opposite side of the room as Rachel. I sat next to her, placing my arm over her shoulder, attempting to calm her down.

"Are we done now?," Mr. Schue asked, placing his hands on his hips. Everyone nodded their heads yes. "Good."

Some people just didn't get it.