Throwing down another chapter. Thanks for the alerts and favorites. I'd really appreciate some more reviews, just so I know if you guys even like this story. Anyways thanks again and I should probably state that I own nothing related to Glee, although I'd give an arm and a leg for it all. Enjoy :)

After dropping Rachel off, Quinn took advantage of her time with a car. She drove to her favorite spot in the park. Every Saturday she would run to this particular place and rest before making the journey back home. Since she had gotten pregnant, the visits to the park became limited. Quinn saved these trips for when she really needed to clear her head. Sure she had been getting used to living with the Jones' but there was still an unsettled feeling within her.

She never talked to anyone about how much it hurt to have her family abandon her. One night changed everything. The way her dad looked at her, that was the hardest blow. She would always be his little girl, but in his eyes she wasn't even someone he recognized.

One mistake.

One stupid mistake and her whole life was turned upside down. Of course Quinn was only a sophomore in high school, but she felt her future slipping away. Pulling out her phone she sent a text to one person she knew could make her feel better. About ten minutes later a black car pulled up.

"Hey." The mohawked boy step out of the vehicle and approached the blond. She got off the bench and pulled him into an embrace. If you were to tell Quinn she was going to be a mother, she would not believe it. And there was no chance of her ever believing that Noah Puckerman would be the father. This series of unfortunate events brought the two closer than ever before. Knowing that he was going to be a father made Puck grow up a little bit. He knew that Quinn wasn't going to keep the child, but he would do everything he could to be there for her.

"I miss this place," Quinn said returning to her previous position. Puck sat down next to her, grabbing her hand. The action held no intimacy, just two friends who had created a human life. "I remember coming here back in elementary school. Finn and I would tear up the fields with our football games. I was one hell of a receiver."

"You still are."

Puck smiled at Quinn. He loved this girl, but he knew that the chance was gone. Quinn was a free spirit. She had so much potential to get out of this town and make something of herself. On the other hand, he was destined to stay in Lima. It was not something he was proud of, but he accepted it.

Silence engulfed the couple, but it was comfortable.

"How's living with Mercedes?"

"It's really nice. Her mom is really great, but I do miss your nonsensical talks about Super Mario Brothers."

"It's the future!" Puck knocked his shoulder into Quinn, "But I'm glad you're happy."

"For the most part."

Puck frowned. Quinn had always been cold, but since the pregnancy she seemed to let her guard down. He was pissed at how her parents just threw her out. If he ever saw Russel Fabrey on the street, there was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't just pass him by. Interrupting his thoughts Quinn said, "You will never guess what happened today as I was leaving school."

Puck turned his head towards Quinn and listened as she explained the situation with Rachel. "Seriously? I always knew that Jesse kid was trouble. But I have to admit the eggs thing was kind of genius."

"Stop it! I felt so bad for her. She was completely covered. I can't believe Finn just left her like that. He really has to control those jealously issues."

"Well he might have a reason to be insecure," Puck said looking at Quinn's stomach. Now it was her turn to side bump him. "Not funny."

"That was nice of you to help Rachel out," Puck said giving Quinn a look. He knew as much as the next person how badly Quinn had tortured the other girl, but like he already thought, the pregnancy had really changed the old Quinn. "She's not so bad."

Puck smiled at this. He remembered the time he tried to make Rachel his girl friend. Granted it didn't last very long, but he had to agree. The diva was not as bad as she seemed. "I hope Finn comes to his senses."

"I'm sure he will."

At that moment Quinn's phone buzzed.

Hello Quinn, this is Rachel Berry. I was not sure if you had my number. It would be wrong to assume you would, because of our hazy past. Anyways, I wanted to again thank you for helping me out today. Also thank you for the ride home. -R

Puck leaned over and took in the message. "Geeze that girl even makes texting complicated."

Quinn laughed, "I find it endearing to put that much thought into a message. Besides it's a nice break from everyone else's chat speak." Quinn began typing out another message, aware of Puck looking over her shoulder. "You mind?"

He scooted over and turned his back, "Sorry Miss Privacy." Quinn scoffed.

Hey Rachel. You're welcome to everything. Did you get the yolk out of your clothing? -Q

"Finished," Quinn smiled at the boy's antics. They feel into comfortable conversation about school and glee. Her phone went off a couple more times, but she ignored it, not wanting to interrupt this rare one on one time with Puck. Her ring eventually went off so Quinn picked up her phone.

"Hey Mercedes….Oh yes I am okay….Yeah sorry I stopped by the park….Okay I'll be home soon….See you then."

"Guess that's our cue to leave."

"Lead the way Puckassaurus," Quinn smiled and laughed. Puck walked to Quinn's car with her and gave her one more hug. "See you tomorrow."

She watched Puck pull out and leave the parking lot, and then checked her phone.

My dads won't be pleased, but their combined efforts should do the trick. -R

I'm glad your argyle can be saved. -Q

Are you being facetious? -R

Are you using SAT words in a text? -Q

Touche. -R

Quinn started up her car and headed 'home'.

The next day she returned to the same monotony that could be found within the halls of William McKinley High School. Quinn felt different today. Maybe it had to do with her talk with Puck, but she was actually feeling happy for once.

"Hey Quinn," the blond spun around and was met with Rachel's smaller frame, "How are you today?"

"So far so good. I'm sorry I never texted you back. It was movie night." Quinn was still getting used to the Jones' regimented night time activities. Mercedes said it started back when her father died. Her mom wanted to make sure that Mercedes didn't stray away. If anything, Quinn thought this would make Mercedes want to leave, but it seemed to be working.

The two girls walked into the only class they shared, taking seats on opposite sides of the room. The rest of day passed slowly, but Quinn couldn't complain because it was Friday. "Hey Q, any plans tonight?"

Santana approached Quinn at her locker, throwing the blond off a bit. She considered Santana to be her best friend, but recently they had not been as close. "Britt and I were feeling some Breadstixs and thought you would like to join us."

Quinn had been craving Italian food and Breadstixs was the closest you could get in this town, so she agreed to accompany her two best friends.

Quinn had gotten used to being pregnant, but she would never get used to the stares. As she walked into the restaurant she could feel heads turning to look at the high school pregnant girl. Lima was a small town, but a story like this never got old. Ducking into the booth, she sighed.

"Want me to lay some beat downs?" Santana asked, fully ready to go all Lima Heights on everyone in Breadstix.

"That won't be necessary San, but thanks for having my back."

The girls ordered and feel into normal conversation. Quinn enjoyed being out with her friends. It felt like nothing had changed. "I know this dinner may seem really random, but Britt and I want to apologize."

"Apologize?"

"For this year. You needed us and all we did was sit back and laugh. I, we, feel terrible about it."

"Yeah Quinn, we miss you on Cheerios."

Quinn was happy to see her friends finally apologizing. It had been a hard year and an even harder one without them. "Thank you. It means so much."

All three girls felt their bond being restored and the friendship renewed. It wasn't too late for anything. "I have to ask, what's the deal with Berry?" Quinn again replayed the story of the parking lot with Jesse. Santana tried to hold back a laugh and Brittany looked sad.

"Those poor baby duckies," Santana cut in, "They aren't re-oh never mind. That's hilarious but I want to punch Jesse in the face." Quinn agreed.

"Hey Quinn do you want to sleep over? Lord Tubbington started smoking again and you were always the best with interventions." Quinn almost spit out her water, "Of course Britt. I'd love to put my counseling to work again."

Santana smiled at her two best friends. She missed Quinn. She would never admit it, but the entire year she wanted to act differently. She wanted to be there for Quinn. Now was her chance. They paid the bill and headed to Brittany's house for a much needed reunion slumber party