"Hey, Fatty! It's your turn to bake. My girl Britts was in there for an extra ten minutes, just cause your pregnant ass is too lazy to show up on time!" Santana shouted out to me when she passed me in the halls.
"Sorry I took so long. My big ass pregnant stomach was slowing me down!" I apologized sarcastically.
"I'm serious, Fabitch! Brittany put a bottle of soda in the oven, because she didn't know where the baking soda was! You needz to get in there!"
I rolled my eyes and obeyed. Mr. Schuester was making us have a bake sale to raise money for the special bus we needed to take Artie to sectionals. "This is so stupid," I grumbled.
"Don't speak so soon, missy! You'll be in a wheelchair one day!" I snapped.
Puck walked in a few seconds after me. "Let's put the buns in the oven!" he joked.
I glared at him. "Don't talk to me. It's bad enough that I had to have the same shift as you."
"Quinn, would you just give me a chance?"
"Why should I?" I asked while measuring the flour.
He pulled a stack of bills out of his pocket. "This is the money I've saved for the baby. Our baby."
I forcefully dumped the cup of flour into my bowl. "It's not your baby. It's Finn's," I said through gritted teeth.
He slammed a bottle of oil down on the table. "You have to stop denying it! We both did it! It's your fault as much as it is mine!"
"I don't care!" I shouted back. "I don't care if that baby comes out with a Mohawk! I will go to my grave swearing it's Finn's!"
He gave me a cocky smile. "It would be pretty cool if it did."
"Ugh, you egghead!" I took an egg out of the carton and smashed it on his forehead.
Uh, I was pretty sure I sounded more playful when I did that. It seemd like in this version of my life, I'd never warm up to Puck.
"Oh, no you didn't!" Puck scooped a handful of flour up and tossed it at me. I retaliated by dumping a pile of sugar on his head. He picked up some of the batter on his finger and rubbed it on my nose. I picked up a bag of chocolate ships and poured the whole bag on him. I was about to throw another egg when I slipped on the slippery mess we had made and stumbled into his arms. The egg fell to the floor and shattered. He looked down at me and I looked up. There was an angry fire in my eyes, but it was a very sexy anger.
That wasn't the way it went! It was a sweet and gentle moment!
"What the hell!" I quickly pushed him away. Finn was standing in the doorway, looking hurt and confused. "Um..what are you guys doing?"
"Baking, duh!" I pointed to the flour stains all over my shirt. Finn stared at the two of us for a long time.
"Well, I'm gonna go change," Puck said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, me too."
I quickly followed him out the door. He turned around and grabbed my wrists. "We have to tell him!" he begged.
"No, we don't!" I hissed. "He'll never forgive me! And once we break up, my popularity will take a plunge to the sub-basement!"
"Seriously? You cheated on your boyfriend, and your biggest concern is popularity?" I yelled, furious with myself.
"He knows something is up!" Puck complained.
"Finn doesn't know anything! He's the dumbest guy you'll ever meet!"
"I can't keep the secret anymore!"
I suddenly smiled. I scraped off some of the batter on his face and licked it off my finger. "I'll tell you what. You don't say anything, and I'll give you some candy."
No, not another bribe!
I plucked a chocolate chip that landed right under my neck and stuffed it in his mouth.
"I have to get a change of clothes from my car first."
"Great I'll meet you there!" I replied.
"Whoa, car sex. Cool!" he whispered to himself.
My back was shoved against the car door as he wrapped his hands around my face, sucking on various spots on my neck. He leaned against me, trying to reach his lips to my ear, accidentally pushing me against the switch that opened the car window.
"Shit!" we both cursed simultaneously. I quickly pulled up on the switch, closing the window.
We decided to shift positions. He sat in the middle seat, and I straddled him, with my knees against the back of the seat. I kissed right above his lips, then his nose, and his forehead. Then I gradually slid back down to his mouth. The sleeve of my shirt slipped off my shoulder, revealing a lacy strap. Puck noticed, and soon his lips were all over my neck to my shoulder. I reached under his shirt, pressing my hands against his abs. His fingers crept down my spine to my pants. He stretched the waistband and slowly pulled down.
"Are you guys fucking stupid?" I shrieked. "You just got pregnant!" This was killing me!
"Wait." I pushed his hand away and got off his lap. "We shouldn't be doing this."
Well thank you for finally coming to your senses!
"We did it once," he said with a shrug. "We can do it again."
"No, Puck. We did it once, and then I got pregnant!"
"You said you'd give me some candy if I didn't tell Finn!" he whined.
"I know, but I just don't think it's a good idea anymore. Don't tell him." He was still frowning, so I slid my lips in between his and stroked his face gently. "Please?" I asked sweetly after pulling back.
I was getting sick of watching myself manipulate people with sex and kisses.
"Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "But only because your lips taste almost as good as that candy you promised!"
