Puck sat down against the wall and pulled the beer he stole from his fridge out of his book bag. He didn't feel like going to his sixth period English class, so he decided to sit outside by the back of the building and drink. As if it would make him feel less pathetic. He opened the can of beer and took a long swig.
Puck felt as though he had hit rock bottom. Every second that he was in glee club he was becoming less of a stud. He hadn't even gotten laid at all this week. And what scared him the most was that his reputation being in the damn toilet or him not getting any action wasn't even what was really bothering him. It was the fact that a certain blonde cheerleader that happened to be his baby mama wasn't giving him the time of day.
He felt his phone vibrate in is pocket. His heart sped up a little bit as he set the beer can down and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "One new message from Santana Lopez." Annoyed, he threw his phone onto the grass, realizing that there was only one person he wanted that text to be from.
What the hell is wrong with you? He thought, chugging half of his beer. Quinn is with Finn. Your best friend. It's bad enough that you got his girl pregnant, now you have to steal her from him. He laughed out loud at his own stupidity, not even caring that if anyone saw him they would think he was insane. Steal him from her? As if she wanted Puck, a Lima Loser who took advantage of her and knocked her up.
As he finished his beer, he crumpled the can and threw it on the grass next to his phone. He was right. Drinking really didn't make him feel any less pathetic. In fact, it made him feel ten times more pathetic than he already did. Noah Puckerman had finally hit rock bottom.
"So the answer for number two would be 17, right?" Finn asked, his brow crinkling in concentration.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Close, it's 42."
"Oh," he mumbled, checking over his work.
They were sitting on Quinn's bed in Finn's guest room. Quinn had been staying at the Hudson's house since she was kicked out of hers a few weeks ago. Their after school homework sessions were almost starting to feel routine.
"Yeah, uhm," Finn looked up at Quinn from his math homework, "I don't get it."
Quinn smiled. Sometimes Finn was just too adorable for his own good. She grabbed the binder from his lap and set it on the floor, dropping her own school supplies beside it. She scooted closer to Finn and kissed him softly on the lips. He placed one of his hands on her neck, and the other on the small of her back as he kissed her back.
She felt like her stomach was doing backflips. She couldn't believe that after all this time, kissing Puck still gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Quinn pulled away quickly. Hold up. She thought. Puck? Did I just imagine I was kissing Puck? She sighed quietly. Of course she imagined she was kissing Puck. She would never admit this out loud, but the only reason she was even pushing the "I love you" thing with Finn was because she was in denial of her feelings for Puck. She felt like an idiot.
Finn interrupted her frenzied thoughts. "Q, can I talk to you about something?" He asked quietly.
Quinn bit her lip, slightly nervous. "What is it, Finn?"
Finn looked down, and then back up at her. "Look, I know you're not crazy about me and Rachel's relationship."
Quinn stiffened at the mention of Rachel's name. "RuPaul's in love with you. What about it?"
Finn looked as if he were about to defend Rachel, but he let it go. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that we talked today, and you have nothing to worry about."
"Why is that?" Quinn asked, pursing her lips.
"Because, she's moved on, I guess. I don't know."
Quinn crossed her arms. She could see that Rachel "moving on" upset Finn, and it pissed her off. "Awesome," she said sourly. "So you're totally over her, too, right?"
"Quinn . . "
Quinn huffed when Finn couldn't immediately answer her question. Finn went on anyways, "Quinn . . I love you."
Her breathed hitched. Finn smiled his crooked smile, obviously feeling proud of himself. Quinn was at a loss for words. "What?" She finally managed to choke out.
Finn's eyes narrowed. "Isn't . . isn't that what you wanted?"
Was it? Was it what she wanted. She thought it was. But as those three little words spilled out of Finn's mouth, she wasn't sure what the hell she wanted. She felt her eyes began to water.
Honestly, his "I love you" was only making her feel like crap. She couldn't stop thinking about how a minute ago she had been thinking about Puck while she kissed Finn. Which made her think of the time that she actually did kiss Puck. The night that her baby was conceived . .
She stopped herself before her thoughts wandered any further. "Yes," she said, trying her best to force a smile. "Of course it's what I want."
Finn nodded and smiled back. "Cool. Because, I do love you. I mean, we've dated for almost a year, you're the mother of my chi - "
"Stop," Quinn ordered, closing her eyes. She couldn't do this to him, she just couldn't. Maybe they weren't in love, but she did care about Finn. She cared about him enough to not want to hurt him. As she opened her eyes, the tears she was holding back began to stream down her cheeks. She could see the concern in Finn's face, but didn't make an effort to stop crying. She felt like an awful person. She couldn't let Finn fall in love with her based on a lie.
She had to tell him that Puck was the father.
"Finn," Quinn said quietly, placing one hand on her stomach. "I need to tell you something."
Note from the author.
Thanks for reading! I know . . unfortunately this chapter was seriously lacking some good ol' Rachel Berry. But you got a taste of the Quick you've been asking for! And Rachel will be back next chapter, of course. Thanks again. Review away :)
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