Author's Note: As the story progresses, the chapters will get longer. Thank you for all of the alerts/reviews. I wish there was more though :( I'm curious to see what direction you want me to take with this story.
I leaned against the door, breathing heavily and my arm clutching my stomach to slow my heart rate. I can't believe he figured it out, I'm not even sure how he did. I jump when I hear knocking behind me, and I tentatively open the door. Puck is standing there, hands in his pockets.
"Can I come in?" His voice is so soft, I'm almost afraid I misheard him.
"Now isn't the best time, Puck. I want to get some rest. I'm exhausted, and I feel a cold coming on, and I'm pretty sure my vocal cords are damaged. Not to mention I feel fat."
He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "So, I can come in then?" I sigh, and lean my forehead against the frame of the door.
"Fine. Make it quick. I'm giving you several minutes and then it's over, you have to leave."
He walks in, glancing around my home. His eyes take everything in, and I want to ask what he thinks, but then I realize he's Puck, and aside from this, this mess we've tangled ourselves into, his opinion is irrelevant.
"Would you like something to drink?" Just because I don't want him here doesn't mean I should be a poor hostess. My dads taught me better than that. Oh god. I can't even begin to comprehend how I'll tell them what happened.
He shakes his head, and he opens and closes his mouth several times.
"Spit it out, Puck. I'm not in the mood for a fight." It comes out harsher than I meant it to, but the words roll off his shoulders.
"A baby, eh?" His eyes meet mine, and I'm trying to decipher his thoughts, failing miserably. He gives no outward display of what he thinks of the situation.
I nod and shrug my shoulders halfheartedly. "I didn't plan for it."
"I know. Nobody really plans a baby from a one night stand." Hearing that terminology provokes another wave of nausea to hit me, and I sit down on the living room chair, holding my stomach. I've never wanted to be that girl, to be in that situation, where I have one night stands. Now, I'm that girl and with a fertilized egg in my stomach.
"How did you know I was pregnant? It could have the stomach flu like I claimed." I attempt to compose myself, and feel myself failing.
He stays silent for several minutes, a pensive expression coloring his features.
"When I saw you in the bathroom, I just knew. You were throwing up, and you had this look in your eyes, like you were scared, and you're usually so in control, and I didn't see that control like I normally do. There's an air about you sometimes. Sometimes, it seems nothing can penetrate your defenses but it was different in there. That's when I figured it must be something serious."
"Oh." I'm at a loss for words, it's difficult to formulate sentences, speech isn't coming easily.
He fidgets on his feet, and I don't know what to make of the situation.
"So, Finn. You told him first." He looks slightly sad at this, sparking pangs of guilt.
"Not exactly. He stopped by and found the tests. He doesn't know who the father is, if that's what you're worried about. I'll keep your secret."
"Tests?"
I throw him a small smile. "I took around nine. I wanted to be sure."
He laughs. "That's cute."
I laugh slightly with him, until the feeling dies in my throat.
"I'm not worried about Finn finding out, you know. I just can't believe you're letting him take responsibility."
"He wanted to. He's being a friend right now."
He looks at me, his gaze sharpening as his eyes narrow. "Just a friend?" I feel slightly chilled at the tone in his voice.
"I don't have feelings for Finn, if that's what you're implying."
"You're letting him take responsibility for a baby that isn't his. What else do you want me to think?"
I begin to feel as though the room is stifling me, and suddenly, I just want him out of my house. Him and this baby that he's left me with.
"I think you should leave." The words come out in a whisper, and I'm afraid to hear the cracks in my voice.
"Leaving doesn't change anything, Berry. There will still be a baby when I walk out, and you'll still be the mother of my child." It just hits me, officially hits me.
"I don't even know if I want to keep the baby. I'm only sixteen. I'm sixteen and I'm pregnant, and I might have a baby I don't want, and the father hates me." I'm overcome by it all, and I burst into tears, cradling my head in my hands.
Halfway through my sobs, I see Puck sit down on the floor in front of me, putting his head on my lap.
"Hey, hey. I don't hate you. Occasionally, you make me want to set myself on fire but that's only occasionally." He tries to be cute, and this only makes me cry harder.
His hands reach up to cusp my face, his thumbs drying off the tears, and I subside into hiccups. I can't put him through this, even if I have to go through it with Finn, or by myself.
"I'm not telling anyone you're the father. I don't want to see your reputation take a hit because of this. Just go, and let's pretend this never happened. It's for the best."
He looks at me, his hurtful expression hits me to my bones, and walks out the door.
Locking the door, I wander upstairs into my room, and curl under the covers. This baby will need all of my energy, while I debate what to do.
