A/N: Please enjoy and please leave a review...not sure if I'm going in the right direction with this...also it's kinda a shorter chapter (had to break it into two parts...)

Disclaimer: I certainly do own glee, oh you mean the show and not the emotion...oh then I "feel" glee but you just took that away from me.

Steamy

Chapter Seven: Life's A Bitch, Even On A Sunday

As soon as he had gotten up this morning, Puck was going to dread today. Nothing special had been planned. It was supposed to be like any given lazy Sunday, but today, something, somewhere in the universe was off, and it was planing on bitting someone in the ass.

Puck barely finished his breakfast before it started, the first phone call that let everything tumble down from there.

"I'm freaking out." Were the first words out of the callers mouth as soon as Puck answered the phone. "I'm just about to get to your house." With that the phone was slammed shut from the other end and the caller immediately charged into Puck's house. "Dude!" Noah's best-friend was hyperventilating in his living room and it was only 10:30 a.m. "This is it! My life is now over!"

Puck, slowly trying to process this information while trying to swallow his food, was somewhat perplexed at that moment. Two more bites and he'd be able to finish, but fate, in other words Finn, had other plans for those two precious bites. Pushing the plate away from Puck, Finn's clouded and troubled face brought Puck's mind up to speed, if ever so slightly. "What's the trouble man?"

"My. Life. Is. Over." Finn punctuated each word by shaking Noah by the shoulders. "I am seriously freaking out, I can not believe this is happening to me right now. Actually I can't believe this is happening at all."

"Damage report," Puck demanded while pushing his bro's hands off of his shoulders. "No, you know what, first of all get a hold of yourself, then tell me what's eating your ass at 10:30 in the morning on a freaking Sunday."

Plopping down on the chair nearest to him, Finn let out a long tired breath. "Quinn's late."

"Late for wha- Ah, shit." No explanation needed, just wide eyes now stared at the star quarterback. "W-what are you guys going to do? Did she actually take a test, any test?"

"Not yet," Finn replied with a shaky breath. "It's weird. I swear we've always been super cautious, I just don't know how this could have happened." The brunet placed a hand over his face, for being as 'manly' as he is, Finn just wanted to cry. Even worst the only thought was 'how could he have done this to Quinn?'.

Noah wanted to reach out a hand and comfort his friend, but the mo-hawked Jew wasn't sure how his best-friend would react in this situation. "Where's Q right now?"

"With Kurt, they're trying to find a place that won't spread this information like wild fire." Finn cautioned. "No one knows. Only Quinn, Kurt, me and now you. I just...I don't get how this could happen, why would it happen?"

Fuckin' universe. Puck, shrugged. "Seriously man, I don't know. Just because she's late doesn't mean shit, I mean doesn't this happen all the time or something?"

"It's been almost two weeks." Finn deadpanned.

"Oh," Puck ran a hand over his mo-hawk, "damn. What..." Puck didn't want to ask it but it had to be asked. "What if she's pregnant? What are you going to do, what are both of you going to do?"

Finn stood up quickly and began pacing. "That's the thing, I-Qui-we have absolutely no clue. I don't even want to think about it until I know for sure. I had to get away, Quinn's been crying and I just can't see her cry anymore."

Suddenly the Jew smacked his best friend across the back of the head, "what's the matter with you! Why the hell are you here! You should be with your girl whether or not she's full of waterworks."

"My girl wanted her best friends with her! So stop hitting me!" Finn said in his defence, putting his hands up as well.

"What the hell are we waiting for? Q's waiting on us." Noah's breakfast forgotten so easily as he sprinted up the stairs to get a few of the things he'd need.

As Puck got his things together, Finn sighed. The loving and devoted boyfriend didn't want to admit it, but he seriously needed space to breath. That type of information wasn't just a slap in the face; it was if a truck had ran him over several times. Not to mention he couldn't bare to see Quinn going through something that he had done to her, whether it was his fault or not. Shaking his head, Finn cleared those thoughts from his head. Puck was right, the football player needed to suck up his pride and be there for his girl. Finn stood up quickly and charged to the stairs, yelling up them for Puck to hurry his ass up.

Soon enough both jocks were sprinting down the street back to the Hudson household. Luckily, for everyone in the house, Kurt had convinced his dad to take Finn's mom out for some fancy breakfast just the two of them. They walked up the stairs and saw Kurt pacing in the tiny hallway.

"About time! She's been in there for over fifteen minutes. She refuses to come out and I can't take anymore of it, I was just about to curse the door down," Kurt said while failing his arms about; clearly, the day has had him frazzled as well.

"Q?" Puck questioned as he rapped his knuckles on the door of the bathroom. "It's Noah, Finn brought me up to speed..." Suddenly the Jew was at a loss for words.

"Babe, can you please open up the door for us? I've got to see your beautiful face, it's killing me not being in there with you," Finn pleaded, resting his head against the door frame.

All three high schoolers crowded around the door of the bathroom waiting for a sound, any sound to come out of the very quiet washroom. Finn turned his eyes to Kurt, Finn was suddenly unable to form a full sentence, "did she...were you...the test..."

Kurt shook his head vigorously, "Quinn didn't want to take it alone. I offered to be with her, but I think she just doesn't want to find out."

"Quinn, can you please let me in? At least say something, anything," Finn, still leaning on the door, begging to be let in.

Puck rubbed at his mo-hawk, thinking to himself, 'God, couldn't you just give us all a little break? It's the Sabbath after all!'

"Darling, if you do not open this door in the next minute I'm going to do something that you will definitely regret." Kurt tried, crossing his arms over his tiny chest. "Do not make me start counting young lady," the flamboyant teen pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the closed door, willing it to open or to vanish before his eyes. Yet, no such luck. Damn wooden door.

With his face against the door, Finn whispered to the guys at his back, "could you just give us a second. We kind of really need to talk about something."

Kurt bit his lower lip, and Puck was suddenly on defence, but reluctantly they nodded his heads and disappeared down the stairs. As soon as they reach the living room, Kurt wrapped his arms around his body and began pacing like the mother hen he was. Although these two teenagers would never be caught dead in the same room by themselves, it was all irrelevant in the circumstances they faced. Puck glanced over at the worried Kurt, it was weird, seeing someone other than himself and Finn pacing themselves into the ground because of Quinn Fabray.

"You two must be really close by now," Puck commented offhandedly. "I mean, with Quinn that is."

"Uh-" Kurt was stunned, Noah Puckerman was willingly talking to him. "Yea, we are. I don't know, we just instantly clicked; there is something about Quinn that's just unexplainable. Also, I get why you and Quinn, and to an extent Finn, put up a front at school. I just want to let you know that I don't care and I don't judge."

Nodding, Puck was finally getting to understand this kid. "You aren't so bad Hummel. This front I've got, it doesn't step foot in this house. I can simply be me and if I find out that you start to spread some shit around at school you're a dead man because that front is what makes no one mess with me." His intense eyes closed in on Kurt.

Blinking rapidly, the pattern covered male replied, "oh of course, no worries here. Besides who would believe a gay kid over the tackler person on the football team." Kurt tried to joke.

"Tackler person?" Puck actually laugh out loud, "It's actually left field tackler dude. I'm also a running back. Damn you seriously have no clue about sports do you?"

"I know that in football, two teams run at each other and collide, there is also throwing the ball, or kicking the ball into the net, or goal thing. My dad tried to teach me, but as it turns out I'm way better with fashion than with throwing." Kurt sighed, almost contently as he glanced down at his attire.

Puck gave him a strange look, "Uh sure whatever." Then Puck suddenly realized something which made him oddly enough start to turn pink. "Yea...so man, I kinda just wanna say that it was totally uncool that I was totally throwing you-"

Putting up a hand, Kurt stopped Noah from completing his thoughts, "say no more. I was the gay kid that everyone picked on and you were doing what apparent 'cool' kids do. Besides you did let me save a few of my belongings before simply picking me up and tossing me in, for that I will be ever so thankful. Although, it was awfully hard to get out mystery Tuesday surprise out of my ensembles."

"You're just going to forgive me like that?" Puck questioned, eyebrows raised high on his forehead. The Jew just couldn't believe that someone would easily forgive someone, just like that; especially since Puck was throwing that someone into a garbage bin.

"Yes, and only because I found out something very interesting about you." Kurt said calmly, with a smirk on his face.

Hesitantly, Noah looked into Kurt's face, wondering what Quinn was saying about him. Since he knew Queen Q so well, he knew it couldn't be anything good. Kurt was examining his nails in a nonchalant manor, all to calm for Puck's liking. Before the football player could find out what Kurt knew, a shout from upstairs startled them. They both raced up the stairs and to the bathroom.

There stood Finn and Quinn, staring down at the pregnancy test, both having unreadable expressions on their faces.

A/N 2: AH cliffhanger! Yea didn't expect that did you? Now please tell me what you'd like the test results to be...unless you don't want to answer that question ever...(yes I may have just make a non-posting threat...and I hope you take it seriously!)