A/N: I'm so so so so so so sorry I haven't updated in a long time! I've been really busy with midterms. But hopefully this chapter will make up for it. Oh, and by the way this is where Puck and Brittany's relationship really starts to begin. Enjoy!

Puck's P.O.V:

I missed Brittany. I really, truly did. I missed her voice, her laugh, her smile. She never smiled anymore. Which was really sad; her smile could light up the room. But now, because of me, she never showed it. I was so caught up in feeling bad about Brittany, that it took me almost five minutes to realize that she was standing right behind me.

"Um ,Puck?" I heard her say in almost a whisper.

I broke out of my trance and turned away from my locker to face her. "Yea?" She stared down at her feet, then handed me a piece of paper. "What's this?"

"I-It's a doctor's bill. I…I can't…I'm sorry." I saw the wet tears roll down her cheeks as she began to run away.

"Wait." I grabbed her shoulder, as gently as I could. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because," She said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "I got pregnant. And now…I'm dumping all these bills on you. This is all my fault."

I shook my head. "No, it's really not. It's my fault. And I'm gonna pay these bills for you, I promise."

"Thanks." She sniffled.

I nodded and rocked on my heals for a moment, trying to think of what to say. "Soooo… do you know what you're gonna do with the baby… after it's born?"

She shook her head. "No. I want to keep it…but I can't take care of it on my own… my mom kicked me out of the house."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You… you can stay at my house… if you want."

As she looked up at me, I saw a small smile tug at her lips. "Well, right now, I'm staying at Quinn's. Her mom's really cool about it. I guess it's because of the incident last year." I nodded. "Puck?"

"Yea?"

"Do you remember when we were little, and we were best friends?"

I smiled. "Yea."

She sighed. "I miss that."

I nodded. "So do I."

She thought for a moment, as if she were debating on telling me something." Puck, if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Her facial expression was extremely serious.

"Of course. What is it?"

She took a big, deep breath. "Santana isn't a good friend. She's actually really mean. She always tells me what to do."

I felt so bad. All along, I thought that Santana was helping Brittany, giving her guidance; she was just taking advantage of the fact that Britt was really naïve. I mean, I knew that Santana was probably the biggest bitch on the planet to most people… but to Brittany? Brittany was nothing but nice to her. "Okay, first of all we all know that Santana's a bitch. Second, why do you still hang out with her? She's so horrible to you! You deserve better, Brittany. Much better. I think that you should start hanging around people who treat you right. People who treat you with respect. People who actually deserve to be in your presence."

Brittany smiled a big, genuine smile. A smile I hadn't seen in a while. "Thank you so much, Puck. That really does mean a lot. And I'm trying to start hanging out with different people. I've been hanging out with Quinn and Rachel a lot, lately. They're really, really nice. I wonder why Santana is always saying mean things about them."

I sighed in irritation. "You wanna know why Santana bad mouths them?" She nodded. "It's because she's a bitch."

She nodded, thoughtfully. "You're right." Brittany looked around the hallway as the bell rang. "Shouldn't we get to class?"

"We could. Or we could go for a drive. I think we both need to just… clear our heads."

Brittany smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Santana's P.O.V:

Okay, so I don't know why, but my dad makes me come with him to his job like, once a week. He says that we need to spend some 'quality time' because I'm 'emotionally distant'. Whatever the fuck that means.

"Santana, I'm going to need you to bring this prescription downstairs for me."

I looked at him, confused. "Wait, doesn't that baby doctor work downstairs?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Then why the hell do you have a prescription for him?"

"Language, mija."

"Sorry, Papi."

"This is just the doctor's allergy medicine."

I nodded and made my way down to the baby doctor's office. When I walked into the waiting room, I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw Quinn and Brittany sitting in two chairs, whispering amongst themselves. This was why Brittany was acting so weird! This was her secret! Quinn was pregnant, again!" I marched right up to them. "What's up, preggers? Looks like you're at it again."

"Santana?"

"That's right. And now that you're pregnant again, coach Sylvester will kick you off the cheerios, and I'll earn my rightful place as head cheerio."

"Wait, Santana!" Brittany exclaimed.

"No, Britt, you don't have to-"

"Quinn's not pregnant. I am."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant."

I stormed out the door. I felt betrayed. I wasn't going to tell Coach Sylvester. Well, at least not yet. I had to wait for just the right moment.

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