Puck had been so happy that he had been able to spend time with Quinn. He felt that he had made serious progress with her. She even admitted that she wanted to kiss him. He had gone to football practice, and then to Target after school, where he started working. He was a cashier. He smiled politely at the customers, bagged their purchases, and wished them a good day. His mind was preoccupied though with thoughts of Quinn. He was so anxious to receive his first paycheque so he could give her some money. He thought that maybe if he could put money in her hands, it would solidify what he had been saying all along. That he would take care of her and his daughter, and more importantly, he wanted to.

The next day Puck hoped that Quinn would want to eat lunch with him again. If he could make it a daily occurrence, then he would be happier than he had been in a long time. However, when he went down to his locker he saw Quinn and Finn together, laughing, and holding hands.

Puck was confused. Just yesterday he had shared such a meaningful moment with Quinn. He knew that she had felt the connection as well; it wasn't just his imagination running wild. But there she was, looking happier than she had in a long time with Finn. He saw them make their way up to him. Puck groaned. He didn't need to see them rubbing their perfect couple-ness in front of him. He was planning on actually eating his lunch today, not throwing it up.

"Hey dude," Finn greeted him, "You coming to lunch?"

Puck didn't know what to say. He usually ate lunch with the football players, and Finn occasionally joined them if he wasn't eating lunch with Quinn. But why would Quinn be eating with them today? She rarely even did that when she wasn't pregnant. He looked at Quinn, but she wouldn't return his gaze. She kept her eyes looking up at Finn.

Puck nodded. "Yeah. She's eating with us today?" Puck motioned towards Finn.

Finn took it as an insult, rather than a question. Today was the first day in a long time that Quinn and him were getting along really well, so he wasn't going to let some rude comment make Quinn all upset, and then later on when they were alone, bitchy.

"What, you have a problem with the mother of my child?" Finn asked aggressively.

Puck smirked, but then looked at Quinn. She had a stern look on her face, telling him not to say anything funny, or she would make him pay for it. So Puck just replied, "No. Quinn's fine. I was just asking a question."

Finn nodded. He had misunderstood, and was sorry. He had felt that his friendship with Puck was drifting and he didn't want to start any more unnecessary fights to continue it to go that route. Finn remembered the days they would go to Puck's place after school to play X-Box, when they would have jam sessions at his house, or when they would play paintball on weekends. Things had all changed though since Finn had joined Glee. Then everything got even more awkward when Quinn became pregnant. Finn had to be a man and be responsible, while Puck was just moody all the time. Finn missed spending time with his best friend.

They walked down to the cafeteria together and sat down with the rest of the football players. Finn sat beside Matt, and Quinn sat beside Finn. Puck sat across from them, beside Mike Chang. Finn instantly joined the conversation, talking about how they were going to cream the team they were facing on Friday.

Puck however kept his eyes on Quinn, as she delicately extracted a prepared salad from her book bag. She looked up and saw Puck staring at her.

"Stop staring." She whispered.

Puck smiled. "Sorry. Your hair just looks especially nice today."

Quinn blushed, and then took a strand of her and twirled it with her finger. She had curled it loosely today and was also especially proud of it. She had to come back to reality though; she was talking to Puck in public, with her boyfriend sitting right beside her after all. "Finn said that as well this morning."

Finn heard his name and turned to face Quinn. "What did I say today?"

Quinn took Finn's hand and held it. She smiled at him and said, "You said you liked my hair this way."

Quinn leaned up and gave Finn a chaste kiss on the lips. Puck rolled his eyes. He felt like he was about to gag. That's when Finn looked at Puck. "When did you become such an expert on hair?"

Puck wanted to punch him. He had so much aggression rushing through his veins and he knew that one punch to Finn's face would make it all better. But, he couldn't. If anyone should be punching anyone, it was the other way around. Puck had impregnated Finn's girlfriend, and let him believe that the baby was his. It wasn't something he was proud of, but what could he do about it now?

"It was just a compliment dude. My mom told me that pregnant chicks constantly need them when she was knocked up with my little sister."

Finn nodded. It made sense. That was the good thing about Finn. He was so naïve that he always believed that people were telling the truth. He thought about what Puck said and realized that it was true. With all Quinn's insecurities from being pregnant, she really did need all of the compliments she could get.

"Her hair always looks great. You always look great Quinn. What do you say that we go outside and eat lunch today? We'll have a little more privacy." Finn raised his eyebrows when he said the word 'privacy'. Quinn giggled and nodded her head.

They got up and started walking out of the cafeteria. Puck watched them walk away, and when they got to the doors, he saw Quinn look back at him. She gave him an apologetic smile, and then continued walking, hand and hand, with Finn.

Puck went through the rest of his day feeling miserable. How could it be that after he had made such development with Quinn, all it did was make her and Finn become closer than ever? He wanted to find Quinn after school, and talk to her. He wanted to ask her how she could just pretend that there was nothing between them, but Puck knew that Quinn wouldn't answer that. She rarely ever answered his questions.

At the end of the day Puck saw Finn walking towards him. He had a huge, stupid grin on his face. Puck rolled his eyes. Finn came up to him and asked, "What's up?"

"I've got to go to work." Puck muttered before closing his locker and starting to walk away. Finn followed, walking beside him.

"Oh yeah. Quinn told me that you got a job at Target. How'd you manage that? A week ago they told me they weren't hiring."

Puck couldn't believe that Quinn would tell Finn that. He always thought she was too mad or ashamed at him to even mention his name. Obviously he was wrong. "One of those cougars I was hooking up with pulled some strings for me."

Finn congratulated Puck, and gave him a high-five. Those were the days Puck missed. The days where he would tell Finn about his latest sexual conquest, and Finn would complain about how Quinn Fabray wouldn't put out even if she knew they were both dying in twenty-four hours unless he had put a ring on her finger. Puck had always offered Finn advice, but it apparently never worked. Puck knew from experience however that when Quinn loosened up, she was open to a lot of things.

"Speaking of hooking up… today at lunch, when me and Quinn left you guys, we went to the back of the school and made out. We haven't made out in so long that I can't even remember when it was. And then," Finn's voice dropped to a whisper, "She let me touch her boobs."

Puck wanted to burst out laughing. This was a guy who thought that he had gotten his girlfriend pregnant, and he was still excited at being able to get to second-base with her. Nonetheless, even though it was funny, it also made Puck insanely jealous. Quinn said just yesterday that she wanted to kiss him, and now she was making out with Finn again, and letting him feel her up. It didn't make sense.

To keep up appearances, Puck congratulated Finn, and then quickly told him that he had to go or he'd be late for work.

At that same moment, Quinn was searching the halls of the school for Mercedes. She was now aware that Puck had told her their secret, and she needed to be absolutely sure that Mercedes wouldn't say anything.

Also, you may be curious to why Quinn and Finn had been getting along quite amazingly lately. That was simple. Quinn was faking it.

Quinn had dug herself into a hole, and she desperately wanted to stay there. However, with all the fighting, and the fear that the secret might come out, Quinn was worried that she would soon have to face the music. The biggest worry that she had, was that she was falling for Puck. When they had lunch together, Quinn wanted to do nothing more than have him hold her tight and kiss him with as much passion as she could muster. That scared her. She wasn't supposed to like him. She foolishly had sex with him, and she had regretted it. But now she was beginning to think that maybe it wasn't a mistake. Maybe she liked him.

Well, Quinn Fabray could not like Noah Puckerman, so she had decided to force herself to like her boyfriend again. She was smiling at him more, agreeing with him, offering him lots of hugs and kisses, and just being a more pleasant person overall. But, it wasn't working. She still wasn't truly happy, and she still kept thinking of Puck. So, to solve her problem, she decided to make out with Finn. They hadn't done that in forever. It was fun, but her thoughts kept bouncing back to someone else, so Quinn positioned Finn's hand under her shirt and let him do what she had never let him do before. Still, it wasn't working. Well, it was working for Finn, he thought their relationship was stronger than ever, but for Quinn, she shouldn't shake the feelings that she was feeling for her boyfriend's best friend.

She couldn't bother herself with that right now, as she had to find Mercedes. After walking up and down halls for about eight minutes, she finally found Mercedes Kurt in the auditorium, arguing over one matter or another. Quinn walked in and cleared her throat, making her presence known. Mercedes and Kurt looked up at her.

"Mercedes," Quinn asked, "Could I please speak to you… alone?"

Kurt looked at Mercedes with a confused look on his face. He knew something was up, but he didn't know what was up. He knew it obviously had to be juicy though, and that made him very curious.

Mercedes nodded, and told Kurt that she would be back soon. Quinn and Mercedes walked into an empty classroom, and that's when the interrogation began.

"I know Puck told you," Quinn said nervously, "But you cannot tell anyone. Especially not Finn!"

Mercedes scrunched her brows in confusion. She had been under the impression that Finn had known. When Puck had told her that he was Quinn's baby daddy, she had assumed that when he found out he told Quinn that he didn't want anything to do with her and the baby, and that Finn had stepped in to be the hero. She didn't suspect that Finn was in the dark about the baby's paternity at all.

"What do you mean? You haven't told Finn that he's not the father?" Mercedes put her hands on her hips and tried to pull of her best diva expression, one she frequently practiced in the mirror.

Now it was Quinn's turn to be confused. Why on Earth would Mercedes think that she had already told Finn that he wasn't the father? "Of course I haven't told him! If he knew there's no way he'd still be with me, or still be friends with Puck, or be letting me be living with him! He can never know! It's not a big deal. There are only about 5 more months left, and then I'll be giving the baby away to another family, and our lives will go back to normal." This was the speech that Quinn had been saying to herself everyday lately.

Mercedes frowned at Quinn. That was not going to cut it with her. "Quinn, you cannot let the boy keep thinking he's the father! He got a job for you, and he's always so worried about the baby! You have to tell him."

Quinn quickly shook her head. "Mercedes I can't. And you can't either! You have to promise me that you won't tell him!"

Mercedes sighed. This was hard for her. She wished that she hadn't gotten involved. "I promise that I won't tell Finn. But you have to Quinn, and you have to tell him soon. If you don't, well I won't tell Finn, but I will tell Rachel. We both know that you'd be better off telling Finn yourself, rather than Rachel telling him."

With that, Mercedes left the classroom. Quinn couldn't believe this. She was now being forced to tell Finn! She should've just let well enough alone and never spoken to Mercedes, but now that she had, she knew that if she didn't tell Finn quickly, that Mercedes would follow through on her promise and tell Rachel.

That night Quinn was tired early, so she left Finn and Ms. Hudson in the living room watching The Biggest Loser, while she retreated to Finn's bedroom to go to sleep. She wasn't even in the bed for five minutes when she heard Finn coming in. He laid down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She had to admit, it felt nice.

"Did I wake you?" Finn whispered into her ear.

Quinn shook her head. "No. I wasn't asleep yet." She was attempting to signal Finn to leave her alone so that she actually could go to sleep, and maybe not be so tired the next day. But, Finn was never the best at taking hints.

"Good," He said softly, "Because… well it was really nice today at lunch, and I was wondering if you wanted to pick up where we left off?" He started massaging Quinn's shoulders, and she involuntarily moaned.

Quinn didn't want to pick up where they left off though; she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. So she said, "I was actually hoping to just go to sleep Finn."

Finn turned Quinn around so that she was now facing him. He pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, and then gave her a peck on the lips. She smiled. You see, Quinn took that as a good night kiss, and thought that he was going to leave her alone now. But Finn didn't mean it that way, and that smile had only encouraged him.

So Finn kissed her again, but this time he wanted more. He opened his mouth, and attempted to get Quinn to open hers, but she was not having any of it. She pushed Finn back and pouted.

"What's wrong with you Finn? I told you that I wanted to go to sleep!"

Finn got angry and sat up. "What's wrong with you Quinn? I mean, you're totally nice to me all day, and you make out with me and more during lunch, but not you're too tired? You know, I'm probably the only guy in all of Ohio who got his girlfriend pregnant without even having sex with her! You'd think you could make it up to me sometimes."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "So now you're trying to pressure me into sex?"

Finn shook his head. That was not what he had meant at all. "No, Quinn I swear that's not what I meant. All I'm saying is that we didn't even have sex and now we both have to deal with this, so it'd be nice if once and a while we could you know, even just make out."

Quinn sighed. "We did that today. I let you touch my breasts. That should be enough. So please Finn… just go, and let me sleep."

Finn realized that anything he said wouldn't make a difference so he just left the room, and offered a quick apology. Quinn turned to her other side and drifted off to sleep.

That same night, Puck was in his room strumming on his guitar when his cell phone started ringing. He stopped playing and walked over to answer it. His caller I.D. said that it was Rachel Berry. For a second he wondered how she had gotten his number, but then he realized that they had a thing for a short moment in time.

He picked up the phone. "What is the matter that you had to call me after school Berry?" His voice was annoyed. Rachel was grating, and if they weren't making out, Puck didn't see a real use for her.

Rachel's voice on the other hand, was cheery and perky, like usual. "They're so happy! They're happy together! They were smiling at each other, and laughing, and just being such a stereotypically perfect couple!"

Puck rolled his eyes. She had called him to discuss how great Quinn and Finn's relationship was. This was probably number 3 on his top ten things he didn't want to talk about ever list.

"Who cares?"

Rachel could not understand why Puck did not get how important it was for Quinn and Finn to get along. Sometimes she thought that maybe he would prefer it if the Glee Club was destroyed. "Well, how do you think they got to be so happy?"

"I tried kissing her yesterday."

Rachel's jaw dropped. She was in shock. But very quickly, her shock turned into pure anger. "You what? I told you to make her happy!"

Puck smirked. "Yeah, and I thought that kissing her would defiantly make her happy."

Rachel did not appreciate his smugness. "We need them to be happy together, not trying to break them up!"

Puck sighed. "Yeah, well now they're happy! So whatever me trying to kiss her did to her, it obviously worked because now they're acting all couple-y again. It's not like she let me kiss her."

"Don't try anything like that ever again Noah! I am officially asking you to forget me requesting you to help me out with this. I'll recruit someone else to make Quinn happy. You stay away from her."

With that, Rachel hung up the phone. Puck groaned. He didn't need Rachel yelling at him. Enough people did that to him on a daily basis. For instance, just an hour ago, his mom had got on his case again complaining that he wasn't dating a nice Jewish girl. He had no idea how his mom would react if she knew that if he was having a baby with a Christian girl.

So Puck went back to playing his guitar and Quinn went to sleep. The second before Quinn went to sleep she felt a fluttering inside of her, and realized that it was the baby. She smiled, even though she had all of this drama surrounding her, she still loved her daughter. She always would.

Hope you all liked the chapter! It was a lot of fun writing! I'm really anxious to start writing Puck/Quinn romance, but they can't just jump into things. It's a slow progression. But I promise it won't be too slow!

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