Puck stepped into his house and smiled. His date with Lauren went on without a hitch. He was slowly inching his way into her pants. The downside was he felt like he was forgetting something. Something big and important.

"Hi Noah." His mother, Allison greeted.

"Hey ma." Puck greeted back. He kissed his mother's cheek.

"How was your date with Lauren?" Allison asked.

Puck smiled, "It was great. I just felt distracted throughout the date, though."

"Something you want to talk about?"

Puck shrugged, "I would, but I can't remember." His phone rang. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. Brittany was calling him. "Hey Britt."

"Where are you?" Brittany asked.

"I am in my house, on my way to my bedroom." Puck replied. "Why?"

"Santana is upset with you right now." Brittany told him. "You forgot something."

Suddenly something in Puck's brain snapped. Santana had that doctor's appointment today. "Oh shit. She had that doctor's appointment today."

"She's at my house, crying." Brittany added. "She says you don't care about her."

Puck sighed, "Can I come over and talk to her?"

"She said she doesn't want to see you." Brittany said. "Ever again."

Puck frowned, "Did you go to the doctor with her?"

"Yeah." Brittany answered. "We looked at the baby on a computer and I have no idea on how it got in there. The doctor said it's about 5 weeks old. And we heard it's heartbeat."

"Sounds like I missed out on a lot." Puck replied, glumly.

Brittany nodded, "You did. Even though she acts like she doesn't care, Santana really wanted you to be there."

"Can I at least talk to her?"

"I'll see." Brittany hands her cell phone to Santana.

"Hello?" Santana said. It sounded like she had been crying.

"Santana it's me." Puck told her. Next, all he heard was the dial tone. She hung up on him. Puck sighed and tossed himself onto his bed.

He had majorly fucked up. Like always. He tried to be a good dad when Quinn was pregnant, but all she did was push him away. He felt like he was getting a second chance with Santana, but he lost all chances with her now. He heard someone knock on his door. He looked up and saw Finn.

"Hey." Puck greeted.

"Why do you look so sad?" Finn asked. "You just went on a date with Lauren. Isn't she your dream girl?"

Puck sighed, "I think Santana hates me."

"What did you do now?"

"I can't tell you." Puck said. "I promised I wouldn't."

Finn frowned, "We're bros. We tell each other everything, right?"

"You'll take it to the grave?" Puck questioned. Finn gave him a nod. "Santana is pregnant."

"I didn't know her and Sam were sleeping with each other." Finn said. He smiled, "Go Sam."

Puck sighed, "I'm the dad, stupid."

Finn gave him a blank stare. He just shook his head, "Puck you really need to learn to keep it in your pants. Did you not learn anything from last year?"

"I don't need a lecture from you." Puck snapped. "I could use my best friend at a time like this."

"Sorry."

"Santana said she had a doctor's appointment today." Puck continued. "And I also had a date with Lauren today. I forgot the appointment and now Santana isn't talking to me. Brittany said she was crying. Santana never cries."

"When did you and Santana even become...involved again?" Finn asked.

"About a month and a half ago." Puck replied. "Brittany said she's 5 weeks along."

Finn patted Puck on the shoulder. "Sorry dude. What are you going to do?"

Puck shrugged, "Santana doesn't want it. She told me she wanted to have an abortion."

"Are you ok with that?"

Puck shook his head, "No. I don't know what I want, but I do know that abortion isn't it. Santana and I really just need to talk. I'll try tomorrow."

Finn snorted, "Good luck. Santana is the most stubborn person on Earth."

"She's going to have to talk to me sooner or later."

"Or never." Finn added.

Puck frowned

Puck was walking the the hall the next morning when he spotted Santana by her locker. He walked over to her. "Hi."

Santana looked at him and turned the other way. Puck grabbed her wrist. "Let me go." Santana ordered.

"We need to talk." Puck told her.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you." Santana told him.

"Santana." Puck pleaded. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't mean anything to me." Santana said.

Puck pulls Santana into an empty classroom. "Look, I know I screwed up."

"Where were you at anyway?" Santana asked. "What was more important than coming to my appointment?" Puck just looked down at his hands. "Answer the damn question."

Puck took a deep breath, "I was on a date with Lauren and I forgot."

Santana stayed silent. If she wasn't pregnant she would be kicking his ass right now. "Of course. I come in second to Lauren. I always come in second."

"You're being ridiculous." Puck argued.

Santana scowled, "Really? I come in second to Quinn, Mercedes, football, hell even Lauren." She said Lauren in a disgusted tone. "I've always just accepted it and kept quiet but I'm sick of it."

"I know you hate me right now." Puck started. "But please dont take your anger for me out on our baby."

Santana's expression didn't falter. "I'll talk to you later."

"Santana why won't you talk to me now?" Puck almost yelled. "We're right here."

"I dont want to talk to you right now." Santana answered.

Puck grabbed her hand, "Please."

"I've made my decision." Santana insisted.

"Sleep on it." Puck suggested. "I don't think you're doing the right thing."

"I'm doing the right thing for me."

"Could you drop the bitchy queen bee act and listen to me?" Puck snapped. "I'm the father. Don't I deserve some say in how things go?"

"Bye Puck." Santana said. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the classroom.

Puck sighed. That did not go how he imagined.