Puck's POV

Watching Quinn's long, elegant strides as she moved beside Finn did two things: made the world see how bumbling and awkward Finn truly was, and further exalted the royal nature that overpowered Quinn. Puck tried to look away, but it was impossible. How could he? She was there, stunning even while pregnant - pregnant with his child. He hated that Finn was in his limelight - the good father-to-be. Why couldn't people revere him? He had done his share for Quinn, and would continue.

She had chosen. Selecting Finn over Puck made it easier for her, in a plethora of ways. She didn't have to admit to the world that she cheated, let along that she lose her innocence to Puck. Also, she felt that her best option was Finn - slow, dopey Finn who would do anything to be with her. Virgin Finn who thought sperm traveled faster in hot tub water. If anything, she should feel lucky that her child wouldn't have those genes.

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Quinn stood out like a sore thumb at the party; that much, he remembered. She was the Queen and was far too proper to celebrate immaturity with her peers. Yet she had been at the party that night, drunk and lonely. Puck didn't grasp why Finn would join this Glee Club thing, even for his Spanish grade. What did Schu have on his friend? But he knew he'd never get a straight answer, so he didn't bother. The only satisfaction was seeing Quinn here, and now. Obviously it was taking a toll on her.

She was obviously a bit inebriated, her body using the wall for support. As her large eyes rolled upward, he smirked. "So soon? Party only just started. Plus, Finn's at Glee something geek-fest tonight so why leave? To sit at home, alone, when your friends are all here?" Trying to spin her to face him, he failed as she pried herself from his grip, slapping him. It was now his turn to roll his eyes, chuckling. "You can't hurt me," he taunted, "unless you keep rejecting me."

A pause. "Yet, that's the key word. But hey, really, you okay?" He tried to mask his true concern with sarcasm, but he was genuinely a little worried. She wasn't a partier, if she drank too much someone had to watch her. And she was his best friend's girl. So...even if it was mainly for his own sexual fantasies' enjoyment, why not watch over her tonight? Why not play hero for the day rather than the villian? "You gonna go home unable to stand?" he pointed out, knowing Mr. Fabray would never have that. "Bad idea. Stay with me a bit. Here at the party. When you're sober I will take you home," he encouraged, smiling in an almost welcoming manner. "Come on Quinny, I'm fun when I'm drunk," he added, winking.

Quinn's POV

Quinn and Finn finally made it to their usual lunch table and Quinn took a seat. She looked up at Finn who was still standing, a smile playing on his face. "So what does my baby girl want to eat for lunch today?" He asked and rubbed Quinn's large baby bump over her maternity clothes. It was moments like these that she felt so guilty for lying to him about being the father of her child. However, she felt guiltier for giving it up to his best friend. Sometimes, she couldn't even look Finn in the eye because she felt like such a horrible person for what happened that night. All she could do now was cover it up with a smile.

"I've been craving macaroni and cheese all day," Quinn answered with a smile on her face. "Coming right up," Finn answered. "Oh, and a diet coke, caffeine free to drink right?" Quinn just smiled and nodded her head. He knew her so well. He smiled back and then kissed her lips, lingering there for a second. "I'll be right back," he promised before walking to the cafeteria line. Quinn watched him go, smiling at her chosen baby's father. She knew she had picked the right guy to raise a baby with, even though Finn did have his dull moments from time to time. She did love him, that was the truth.

Her eyes went down to her stomach as she let out a large sigh. Quinn missed being a Cheerio. She missed being in control, she missed being popular, she missed the comfort of her uniform. All of that was gone now. Her eyes slowly shifted upwards to nowhere in particular until she caught Puck's glance. Her heart jumped a bit and she just gave him a very small, weak smile.

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As he smiled down at her, all she could do was look up at him. She couldn't even stand on her own, hence why she was using the wall for support. It was at that very moment that she swore she would never do anything like this again. Obviously, it was too late now. She continued trying to make her way towards the door but he wasn't going to give up, or so it seemed. He had struck a chord when he reminded her that Finn was at Glee practice rehearsing and if she went home she would only be sitting alone by herself since all of her friends were, in fact there.

She paused once he made his point but once she felt his hands on her, she couldn't help but react. It didn't help that he was talking so loud about her being drunk. Oh well, the slap in the arm served him right. She rolled her eyes at his comment and snapped, "Well then I'll make sure to keep rejecting you." She sighed and just laughed a little, "You really don't give up do you?" He caught her off guard when he asked if she was okay. Although, she was drunk she could tell that he did seem like he cared… kind of, at least. She just shrugged her shoulders, "I'm fine. Really, I just want to go home." With those words, she turned from him and started making her way towards the door in yet another failed attempt. She lost her balance and held onto the wall again for support.

His question rang through her ears and made her stop moving. He was right. Going home like this was a bad idea. Her father would sure enough disown her and kick her out on the streets while her mother just stood idly by and watched. She really had no other option than to stay. Hearing his option, she couldn't help but be a little pleased with it. Sure, word was that he was a womanizer. But at least she wouldn't have to be lonely for the night, as selfish as that sounded. He did offer to take her home once she was sober, after all. So why not?

She finally turned back around to face him and sighed a defeated sigh. "Fine, but no funny business. And as soon as I'm sober and can stand without having the room spin at the same time then you have to promise to take me home. Oh, and no mentioning this to Finn either. He's got enough on his mind and if he finds out that I came to this party without him and got drunk, I'm not sure how he'll take it. So if you can agree to my terms then I'll stay," she crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him waiting for an answer.

A large mirror beside the door caught her eye, her reflection not being so kind to her. She didn't know whether it was because she was drunk, but she looked like she had gained a couple of pounds. She was starting to regret all the chips, pretzels and other finger foods she had eaten earlier in the kitchen. She felt so unattractive and just grimaced at her reflection. Tomorrow she would be sure to hit the gym for at least three hours to work off what she had eaten tonight.