Only You

A/n: Hey! Here is a brand new chapter! Things will happen at McKinley today. Read to find out and then send me a review to let me know what you thought! :)

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Chapter 10: The fake daddy

(Normal P.O.V.)

Rachel and Quinn made their way through the McKinley's front doors and down the hallway. Rachel looked around nervously, feeling the eyes of the people around her staring at her with big, shocked, eyes (she even saw a freshman walk into an open locker because they were staring at her – because of her!). She felt like she was the new kid or something, it was nerve wracking.

Quinn looped their arms together, seeing the nerves escape her body, "Take it easy," she spoke reassuringly.

"I'm trying," she whispered through her clenched teeth, "but everyone is staring at me."

"Well of course they're looking at you," she smirked when she was met with the shocked look upon Rachel's face, "It's because you look great!" She could feel Rachel's tension release as they continued their way down the hall.

"You know what will make you look even better?" The blonde cheerio asked, a hint of deviousness in her tone. Rachel looked to her from the corner of her eye, finally shaking her head when coming up with something failed.

"If you walk down the hallway with confidence," she whispered into her hear for only her to hear before pulling back to smile, "Look, I'll show you," she said before releasing their arms and walking a few feet in front of them.

Rachel watched on as Quinn walked in front of her, her head held high. The students just spilt like the red sea as she just walked. After a few seconds of pure awe, Quinn turned around motioning with her hand to do as she did. The brunette took in a deep breath before straightening her shoulders and lifting her head high. She followed Quinn smiling as the students began parting for her too.

Finally catching up with her, the brunette looped her arm with her blonde best friend, "I can't believe that actually worked!" she whispered excitedly.

"Of course it worked," she rolled her eyes before smirking towards her petite bestie. Quinn looked up at the clock before stopping both of them, "Okay, look, I have to go to cheer practice now, are you going to be okay on your own?" she asked, a sense of concern lacing it.

Rachel smiled faintly, "Yeah sure, but why are you guys practicing so early?" she asked.

Quinn shrugged, a glare at no one in particular crossing her face, "Ms. Sylvester thinks we need it."

Rachel just smiled up towards her, "Oh okay, so I'll see you later then?" she asked adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll call you when I'm done," Quinn called out as she walked away, waving towards Rachel. Rachel watched her turn the corner before taking a deep breath and turned to make her way to her locker.

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Puck was leaning up against some lockers at the end of the hallway, faintly paying attention to the football team around him speaking about nothing in particular, he wasn't there to listen to them he was there waiting on her, and when he was her first walk into the school with Quinn he almost didn't recognize her (seriously, had to do a double-take there). He couldn't take his eyes off the brunette walking down the hall. Rachel.

Her tight, dark blue jeans looked as if they were painted on, and her white tank top and half-vest looked as if they were made for her shape. She didn't look as short with those gladiator heels on either, heck they made her God-sent legs look longer. The earlier longer brown locks were now cut and hung loose onto her shoulders; it was even darker than it was before – almost black. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her smoky eye shadow around her eyes. She was HOT!

Don't get him wrong, she looked good before too, but it is nothing to compared to what she looks like now. Damn. All he had to do was wait for Quinn to disconnect herself from Rachel's hip and then he could go talk to her. It didn't take long – thank God.

He was on his way to her, but stopped when he saw a tall guy with blond hair stop in front of her. He's heard of him before, the new kid, Sam.

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(Sam's P.O.V.)

I entered the hallway, finding Rachel – my fake baby-mama/secret girlfriend) standing at her locker. I smirked before walking up to her, I have to admit: Sister's got some skill on making already hot girl's look even hotter.

I walked up next to her and looked down towards her stomach, I still can't believe there is someone in there. I couldn't help but remember when my sister had explained her master plan for me.

(Flashback)

"Sam, we need to talk to you," Quinn called out before opening my door.

I looked at her confused, wondering what she was up to now, "O-Okay, what's up?"

"Follow us," she said motioning for me to follow her. I got up following her to her room where I saw Rachel sitting uncomfortably on Quinn's bed. Quinn closed the door behind me and locked it before walking to stand in between Rach and me.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" I said placing my hands on my hips, "because you guys are freaking me out here!" I demanded.

"Rachel's pregnant."

I looked towards Quinn after she blurted out the giant elephant in the room. My eyes lodged out of my head and I snapped my attention to Rachel. (Well… that ruins that chance with her.) I felt kind of sorry for her. She was only seventeen and is about to have a kid? Well on the plus side, she'll be one hot MILF. I shook my head clearing my thoughts before turning back to Quinn.

"Okay, and you're telling me this because?" I asked.

"Rachel hasn't told her parent's yet, or the father," Quinn explained.

"So what do you want me to do? Keep quiet? Because our parents can't find out about this either you know," I said, "because they'll kick her out."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know that," she said taking a deep breath, "So you're going to help us cover it up until her parents come back."

I just stood there looking at her, "Okay," I said looking back at Rachel, "Why haven't you told the father yet?" Rachel looked up at me with sad, crushed eyes before speaking.

"Because I'm not ready, I don't even like the guy – it was just a drunken mistake," she mumbled.

I sighed before stuffing my hands into the pockets of my shorts, "Okay, well I'm not going to say anything… but don't you think he'll notice when you start to get bigger? The only way not to let him know is if you told him that is was someone else's…." I stopped as it all started to come together, the two girls looking away from me kind of helped too.

"Wait, hold up," I said placing my hands up in front of me, "You want me to pretend that Rachel's baby is mine?" I looked between the two girls and when they didn't say anything back I took that as a yes. "Is that why you wanted to talk to me?"

"You aren't as dumb as you look," Quinn said walking up to me and patting my cheek.

"B-but… why me?" I said pointing to myself, "Couldn't you have asked someone else? Like one of your boyfriend Finn's friends, Q?" I asked… pleaded.

"Well, because you will be the easiest to convince and Finn's friends have girlfriends and are man-whores, so I picked you."

"And how do you know I will do it?" I asked crossing my arms in front of me.

"Please Sam," Rachel weakly begged, my attention turning to her, "I know this is a lot to ask, and you have every right to say no – I mean you don't even know me," she rambled away (how can she fit so many words into one sentence?). "But it is just until I know what I am going to do and until I'm ready to tell the father…"

I tried to talk, but of course she kept talking.

"I can pay you!" she blurted out, a look of desperation on her face, "You just… please help me."

And with those words she had me under he spell. I couldn't walk away when she just begged me with that broken look in her eyes. So I took a deep breath and turned to Quinn.

"I'm in, but we are going to have to discuss the price and I am thinking $200."

"What! Are you nuts?" Quinn shrieked.

"Hey, I am going to live in celibacy for about nine months, so yeah, I think I am being reasonable."

The girls looked at each other before Quinn made her way over to the bed. They sat there whispering back and fourth before Quinn turned to me.

"Fine, you got yourself a deal, bro," Quinn agreed before continuing to explain how things were going to be. Basically: Rachel and I had been with each other at another party a week after the party she had slept with Puck (yeah, I wasn't surprised when I heard that one after the run down of his reputation. It was only a matter of time before he knocked someone up) and they had been secretly dating for about a month now.

(End of Flashback)

"Hey Rach," I said smiling at her.

"Hello Sam."

I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"I'm quite fine actually," she said before placing her lip between her teeth. She wanted to say something… so why didn't she just say it? Oh, I guess I could ask…

"What is it?" I asked softly.

"Well, uhm, are you sure you are okay with this?" she asked in hush tones.

"Psh, yeah I'm fine. I told you that already," I answered smirking at her, "But Rachel, just so you know… that Puckerman dude is staring at me… It's kind of weird…"

Rachel turned her head to meet his gaze for a split second before returning mine, "Well, we haven't really spoken much, so I don't really know what he would possibly want with you," she whispered.

"Well, I'm new, and I'm talking to the hottest chick in the school, so it's not wonder he's looking at me like he wants to kill me," I chuckled, smiling when she cracked a smile herself.

"Noah doesn't see me in that way," she said turning back to her locker and messing with things in it.

"Are you sure about that?" I said and raising one brow before glancing at him from the corner of my eye, "Because he's on his way over here." Rachel scoffed continuing whatever girls do in their locker, then I tapped her on the shoulder, "Like now."

Rachel snapped her head towards Puck as he made his way towards them.

(Noah's P.O.V.)

I was watching as that Sam dude talked to Rachel. I didn't like the way he was looking at her. I met his eyes as he looked towards me before he smirked and said something else into Rachel's ear. That was it. I've had enough. I decided I'm going up to him.

"Hey Rach," I said, ignoring Sam.

"Hello Noah," she said keeping her eyes on me only for a second before she turned back to her locker.

"Hey, I'm Sam." Oh right, he's here too. I looked towards him as he stuck his hand out between us. I looked down at it before back up with him, my hands staying still in my pockets.

"Puck," I said, turning back towards Rachel, once again ignoring his existence, shooting a smile her way. When she didn't turn around I took a deep breath, "Hey Rach, can we talk for a minute?" I asked nicely. I know, right, I'm turning into Puckelle.

"I don't know Noah, class is about to start and-"

"It'll only take a minute," I blurted out, that alone shocking her enough to get her to turn around and looking at me. Yeah, she looked extremely irritated. See, there are three things you never wanna do with Rachel. Talk about religion, talk about politics, and interrupt her.

"Fine. What do you want?" she snapped.

"Can we talk in private?" I asked, sending a face-eatting glare at Sam, as if "Fuck off" was written across my face.

"It's cool," Sam said putting his hands up, "I'll see you later Rach," he said before placing a kiss on her cheek. And you guessed it, I wanted to rip the guy's head off. He gave me a smirk before walking away, and it took all my strength not to jump him so I just glares at him until Rachel's voice broke my concentration.

"Noah, you wanted to talk, so talk," she said after closing her locker and sliding down to the floor. I smiled at her before leaning up against the lockers and following suit beside her.

"You look hot Berry, Q give you a make over?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"Yeah, so was there something else that you wanted besides telling me how I obviously look?" she irritably asked before looking at me annoyingly.

"Yeah… I wanted to talk to you…" I paused trying to pick the right words before continuing, "I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry for what I said this weekend. For how I acted and you know… for leaving you that night and-"

"Noah, stop…" Rachel spoke and I shut my mouth and just looked at her, "I was hurt for what you did, yes, but I am okay. I have friends and I have found a wonderful guy, so I accept your apology," she said smiling sadly to me. I cracked a smile but then I relished what she said.

"Wait, what? You're dating that douche?" I sneered.

"He is not a… a douche!" she snapped, blushing from saying a simple word, "I can't believe the nerve you have! You have no right to tell me who I can and can't date, Noah Puckerman!" She rose up to step in front of me, the halls already empty from the warning bell ring. "We had one night. One! And it will never happen again – you made sure that day that it didn't mean anything, so just get over it and leave me alone!" she snapped before stalking off towards… wherever.

I watched her turn the corner, fumes in her wake, before I slammed my fist into her locker, "Fuck!"

I can't do one thing right, and instead of making it better, I made everything worse.

A/n: Okay, so this is what you get this time. I didn't get everything I wanted and said would be in this chapter in this chapter, but you will eventually get to see an actual conversation between Puck and Sam.

In the next chapter I'm jumping a few weeks forward, and Puck will have his talk with Sam and Santana is going to talk to Rachel.

Let me know what you thought of the chapter and I want to thank my beta xKaishisxMoonx, even though she feels horrible for not being able to get this to me in a while, she is doing a great job! :)