A/N: Sorry I didn't update for a while. I'm just busy with other writing projects and school. Sorry! I'll try to write some more.

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The streetlights in Manhattan were glowing in the dark, leaving yellow circles on the pavement. Although it was dark, it didn't mean it was less busy in this part of town. Long cars made their still down the street along with yellow cabs and only a few people walking on the pavement. Quinn was one of those people walking. Of course she could have taken their car, but ever since the big revelation she tried to be invisible as possible home. There still wasn't an solution for her problem and rumors were spreading fast. So she had left a note for her parents that she went to see a friend – which wasn't even a lie, because her parents thought she and Santana were still friends – and had left quietly, avoiding problems with her parents.

Today had been an awful day anyway. She had been able to deny the pregnancy for a few weeks now by avoiding Finn. But last week she gave in and made an appointment with the doctor. She and Finn had been on better terms since then, but the appointment today was awful. According to the doctor everything was fine, but that didn't change how she felt afterwards. She hadn't seen the echo, but still seeing the doctor had made her pregnancy real. Denial was harder and harder. Not only the echo, but her clothes also grew tighter everyday. She had bought new, loose ones to cover up, but the realization that she was really expecting a child was growing.

She tried to shake off the thoughts about the baby and focused on the building she was standing in front of. She had been here so many times and she had always felt at home, but now it felt like she was here for the first time. The doorman opened the door for her and smiled. Either he hadn't heard about the scandal or he decided to be nice to her anyway. "Good evening, Miss Fabray. It's cold outside, isn't it?"

Quinn forced herself to smile back and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Winter is coming." He said with a chuckle, which Quinn didn't really understand, but she assumed it was something British. "Are you here to visit miss Lopez?"

Quinn gave a nod again. "Is she home?"

"I think so. I haven't seen her leave this evening."

That didn't mean anything, because Santana knew more than one way to get out of the building without passing the doorman. Quinn had seen her use them enough times. Still she couldn't imagine that Santana would leave like that on a Tuesday night. Even Santana Lopez knew she had to work for school in order to please her demanding mother.

"Thank you." She said and she entered the elevator to take her to the third floor where the apartment of the Lopez family was. Usually Quinn thought that the elevator was too slow, but now everything went so fast that she didn't even have the time to go through her plan again in her head. Before she knew it a small 'ding!' announced that she had arrived at the right floor. From the elevator she walked towards the Lopez's 'front door' and rang. In these kind of apartments there often wasn't a front door. You had the doorman to ward off the uninvited guests. But the Lopez family didn't like surprises at all, so they had another door you had to get through to enter their home. Quinn had never given her much thought, but now she realized that it also scared off people. Two obstacles were harder than one. Still Quinn had nothing to lose, so she was ready to take the second obstacle. She rang the doorbell.

Maribel Lopez opened the door and as soon as she saw Quinn, the bright, white teeth smile she always had, faded. It was obvious she knew her daughter and Quinn weren't friends anymore. "Hello Quinn." She said as cold as Santana could be and that sudden resemblance surprised Quinn. She had always thought of Maribel as warm and welcoming, but apparently Santana didn't get that façade from a stranger. "How can I help you?"

Quinn swallowed. "I'd like to talk to Santana."

"She is busy with homework." Maribel looked like she was ready to slam the door in Quinn's face, but the appearence of hospitality seemed to stop her.

"I know. I have a very urgent question about school, but Santana didn't answer her phone, so I thought I'd stop by."

Maribel narrowed her eyes as if she wasn't sure Quinn was speaking the truth, and stared at her for a moment. Then she sighed. "Fine, but not too long and if I catch you talking about anything else, I'll kick you out."

"Of course." Quinn agreed when Maribel stepped away from the door the let Quinn in. Quinn walked straight to the room she had been so many times, but the welcoming feeling she usually had, was missing. She didn't knock, because she never did and she didn't want to give Santana the chance to kick her out herself.

Santana was sitting at her desk with her back towards the door. Beyonce was playing and she hummed quietly along. As Quinn entered, Santana said. "I swear if you enter one more time without knocking, I'll kill you, mom."

Quinn crooked a smile. Santana thought she was her mother. For a moment she wanted to keep it that way, but then she remembered that she had a mission and said: "Then I'm glad I'm not your mother."

Santana turned her head around, her eyes wide and her mouth a little bit open. She stared at Quinn and sneered: "What are you doing here, Fabray?"

It was like they had never been friends and she was just another loser from school, Quinn thought sadly. All those years of friendship apparently meant nothing. Still she didn't show any of her disappointment. "I wanted to talk to you."

Santana had turned around completely now so she was facing Quinn, her dark eyes sparkling dangerously. "About what? I'm sorry, Q, I can't help you with pregnancy tips or baby clothes."

Quinn wanted to slap her in the face so bad, but she kept her distance so she wouldn't lose herself in that tendency. She had to keep calm, because it was very important that her plan would work. Instead of hitting her former best friend, she sat down on Santana's bed. Maybe Spencer had sat on this exact spot, suddenly flashed through her head. It was weird looking at Santana and realizing she had a thing with or for a girl.

"Oh, I wasn't going to ask you anything about that. I wanted to talk about something else. Or rather someone else. Spencer Rinehart. I think you know her."

A smirk crossed Quinn's face quickly when she saw Santana freeze. Her eyes grew a little bit wider and lost their sarcastic sparkle. She straightened her back and held her breath until an answer was expected from her. It was very subtle, but Quinn noticed it, because she had been waiting for it. It confirmed her suspicions. Santana really had an affair with a girl.

"Well?" She asked again when Santana didn't answer. "Do you know her?"

"Yes of course I do. She's the...the captain of the debating club, right?" Santana answered irritated, but her small stutter gave her away. She wasn't irritated because Quinn asked stupid questions, she was scared because Quinn asked the right ones.

"Indeed and she also keeps sending me messages on Facebook and let's say they're not nice." That wasn't true, but Spencer did glare at her when she saw her and unfortunately she wasn't an exception at Constance.

"And what has that to do with me?"

"Well, I thought, since you know her well, you might help me with a way to tell her off."

"W-what?" The cracks in Santana's mask became more visible with the second. Her voice trembled and although she looked angry on first sight, Quinn could see the fear in her eyes. "I barely know her."

"Your phone begs to differ."

"My what?" Santana asked shocked and in a reflex her hand shot to the phone safe on her desk. "H-how...?"

Now Quinn smirked widely. "You should keep an eye on your belongings."

Santana's jaw dropped and she got a murderous stare in her eyes. "You fucking..."

"Of course I've screenshots to prove it." Quinn continued, "So if I want, I can make your relationship or whatever you two have, public with a single click. Which I won't do, because even though you treat me like crap, I still consider you my friend. So I have a proposition for you: You let me back on the Unholy Trinity and I will delete my screenshots."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Like you'll ever delete that."

Quinn smiled even though Santana had seen through it. That girl knew her way too well. "Fine, I won't send them to Gossip Girl or anyone else."

Now Santana was quiet for a moment and stared at Quinn. Quinn suspected she tried to figure a way out like she had tried when Rachel had blackmailed her, but except for coming out herself there was no other way. When she had come up with the plan, she had been afraid that Santana would tell the world herself that she liked a girl, but right now Quinn could read from Santana's face that she wouldn't do that. "I guess I don't have a choice."

Quinn shrugged. "You always have a choice."

"That's easy to say when you're at the bottom of the food chain. Lions have reputation to protect."

"Does that mean we have a deal?" Quinn asked.

Santana looked her right in the eye and crooked a smile. "I guess we have."

"For the next assignment you can work in pairs." The math teacher announced as she handed out their assignment for today. She put one on Artie's table and the next on Puck's table behind him, commenting: "Put your cellphone away, Mr. Puckerman and focus on mathematics, please. You don't want to fail this class. Again."

Artie could hear Puck sighing and the ruffling of his bag as he did as the teacher ordered him to. Meanwhile Artie tried to focus on his math assignment which was hard, because a wonderful and beautiful Asian girl named Tina kept disturbing all his math related thoughts. Every time he tried to figure out how calculate the unknown angle in the diagram, a sentence Tina had said or a smile she had given him crossed his mind. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear it the first time when Puck said his name.

"Hey Abrahams, are you deaf now too?"

Artie woke up from his thoughts and surprised he turned around. "No, being in a wheelchair is enough for me."

Puck didn't react to that but asked: "Do you want to be my partner for this? I don't get it."

That surprised Artie even more. He had expected to work on his own as usual. Puck usually didn't even greet him, let alone ask him to be partners. "Uh...okay."

"Great." Puck moved his chair so it was in front of Artie's table. "So where do we start?"

"Let's read it carefully." Artie proposed. He had already done that, but he wasn't planning on doing all the work if he had a partner. So he read the assignment again expecting Puck to do the same, but when he looked up from his piece of paper, he saw that Puck was looking on this phone. "It isn't going to work if you keep looking at your phone instead of your assignment."

"What?" Puck said confused without taking his eyes off the phone.

"I'm not working with you if you do nothing."

Now Puck was able to tear his glance away and put his phone away. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Where were we?"

Before Artie could answer that, Puck's phone buzzed in his bag and within two second he had it in his hand again. "I'm sorry, Artie, but I have to know if..."

He groaned and let his phone fall back in his school bag. "Why doesn't she fucking text back?" He mumbled frustrated.

Artie raised an eyebrow, wondering who Puck was talking about. Still he didn't ask. A few years ago, when they were close friends, he probably would have said something about it, but now it felt like it wasn't his business. So he focused on math. "I think we should use the sines to calculate the first angle. What do you think?"

"Huh?" Puck didn't seem to pay attention at all. "We should use what?"

"The sines of the first angle. If we divide the length of the opposite by the hypotenuse, we find the sines of that angle and we can calculate how many degrees it is."

Puck sighed and nodded absent mindedly. "Yeah, that sounds good. Sorry for being a little distracted. I'm just trying to talk some sense into Quinn."

A little confused Artie looked at his partner. "I thought Quinn was doing better. I saw her with Santana and Brittany yesterday. And Finn said that he's talking to her again, too."

Puck snorted. "Yeah, she's back with the gang, but that doesn't make her not pregnant all of the sudden."

"I know! I just..."

"She probably does too." Puck interrupted bitterly. "She probably thinks everything will be fine because she's sort of popular again, but that doesn't mean she had to ignore me or the fact that she's still going to be a mother in six months. And it's not like I'm asking her to go shopping for baby clothes and stuff, but she needs to make a doctor's appointment."

"But she went to the doctor's, didn't she?" Artie asked surprised, "Finn said something about that."

Puck rolled his eyes. "She only went to that one because she wanted to shut up Finn. She's still in denial and thinking that her fake friendship with Santana will fix it, but she needs to fucking man up and do it."

"Do what?"

"Make another appointment without Finn or order a damn test or something... She..." Suddenly Puck shut his mouth like he had said too much. "I mean...one appointment isn't enough of course."

He added it quickly, but Artie somehow felt that there was more to it. He didn't know how he knew it. Maybe it was because he had known Puck for all these years and even though they hadn't talked a lot the last years, he still had the same quirks as before. The tendency to run his hand through his hair or his mohawk, he had gotten the first year of high school, when he was lying for example. And that was exactly what he did, when he added that last sentence.

Puck was lying, but Artie wasn't sure if he should question it. It was Puck's problem and not his. He shouldn't care. But he did. He wanted to know the secrets that was hidden within the closest circle of Upper East Side, like he had known before his accident. He never thought he would want to get back in that world again after the start of this school year. He had thought that Tina had filled the gap they had left. She had, but there were things even she couldn't still. One of them was that burning desire to be part of the elite again. A stupid wish. Something he should be able to live without, but in that moment he just wanted to know the secret Puck was hiding.

"What kind of test?"

Puck's wide eyes stared at him and he didn't seem able to talk himself out of this. "I...uh..." He stammered.

"Is something wrong with the baby or with Quinn?"

"No, no..." Puck sighed and glanced at their neighbours to make sure they were occupied with their assignment, as Puck and Artie should be. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

"I mean it." Puck hissed and he leaned over the table, the volume of his voice dropping, "This is life of dead. Well, not that, but very serious."

"I'll keep the secret." Artie said. He felt guilty, because this was none of his business and he shouldn't want this, but he did. He wanted to know the secret so bad now, that he'd probably say anything. God, he was as pathetic as the rest of them.

Instead of whispering the secretive words to him, Puck started typing on his cellphone and pushed his phone across the table towards Artie, careful that no one else saw it.

F might not be the father. There were only six words on the screen, but the shock was huge. Artie had read stories about Quinn flirting with guys during the holidays on Gossip Girl, but he had thought they were all rumors. Half of the things Gossip Girl wrote wasn't even true. He couldn't imagine Quinn cheating on Finn. On Finn of all people, the nicest guy she could have. How could she do that?

Puck pulled back the phone as soon as he saw Artie's expression changing into a horrified one and erased the twenty letters. Then he met Artie's eyes again. Artie just stared at him, but in Puck's glance lied a message. Keep your mouth shut about this. Without saying a word Artie nodded as he kept staring. How could Quinn do something like this? What kind of mess had she gotten herself in? And how was he supposed to keep this from Finn?

His racing thoughts were only interrupted by their teacher. "Mr. Puckerman, hand in that cellphone. Now."

Puck fell back in his usual role and sighed as he gave the teacher his phone. Artie blinked several times before he felt like he could act normal again too. He looked down at their assignment, still blank.

The teacher noticed it too and tilted her head. "And shouldn't you two get some work done?"

"Kurt, I need to tell you something."

Usually those words didn't mean much good for a teenager, but for Kurt Hummel they were horrifying. And even more when Burt Hummel was the one who said them. Eight years ago Burt had used those exact words to tell his son that his mother had died. Ever since Kurt associated those words with terrible things. When Artie had his accident or when Burt had shrunk his favorite sweater in the washing machine, his father had used those words. Burt kept forgetting how much they terrified his son and kept saying them even though nothing bad had happened. Like tonight.

"Kurt, I need to tell you something."

"I heard you the first time." Kurt said a little nervous as he put his pen down. He had been doing homework in the living room before his father sat down opposite him. He avoided his father's eyes, because if it was bad news – and at that point Kurt assumed it was – then he wanted to procrastinate as long as possible.

"I...I'm not sure how to tell you this, but...uh..."

It only made it worse and worst case scenarios flashed through Kurt's head. His father was sick, he was going to die, he would be an orphan. Feelings he had had when his mother was in the hospital, fighting for her life, came suddenly back until his father finally revealed the big secret.

"I'm dating someone."

Two seconds long Kurt stared at his father, not being able to process what he just had said. Then he sighed of relief and cursed his father silently for almost giving him a heart attack. And after that a smile broke through. It started weakly, but grew bigger when he realized that he probably knew who his father was dating. He wasn't going to tell his dad that, so he asked innocently: "Dating? Who?"

"Remember that party you dragged me too? Well, uh, I met someone there and uh..."

"But who is it?" Kurt was actually already celebrating, but he tried to keep up his appearance.

Burt sighed. "Well, that's the somewhat difficult part. The woman who organized it all, Carole, that's the woman I'm dating. But as you also know, she's Finn's mother. I know that makes things complicated, but I hope you will give it a chance."

A big grin lit up Kurt's face as he met Burt's eyes. "Of course I'll give it a chance! I mean Finn and I are friends and Carole seems nice from what I've heard from him, so I don't see why not."

Now Burt smiled too. It seemed like he really had been worried that his son wouldn't accept the fact that he was dating someone. He didn't even notice that Kurt was a little bit too happy for him or that he hadn't looked surprised at all. He just smiled, chatted a little with his son about his first date and then turned on the TV.

Kurt watched as his father put his feet on the coffee table and changed the channel to some kind of football game. His plan had worked! His father was dating Carole Ellison. They were going to get close and she was going to see how fashionable he was and she was going to help him get an internship at Vogue. Okay, maybe that went a little too fast, but Kurt was one step closer to fulfilling his dream.

He couldn't concentrate on this homework anymore so he decided to call his best friend to tell her the good news.

"Hello?"

"Mercedes! You wouldn't believe what my dad just told me!"

"What is it?" She asked as enthusiastic as he was.

"He's dating Carole! Carole Ellison! Remember my plan?" He dropped the volume of his voice even though he was in his own bedroom now and his father couldn't hear him.

"Yeah..."

"It's working! They met on that party Carole threw and she gave him her number and then he called her a few times and asked her on a date. They have had three dates now and my dad thinks they're going to be serious. He did ask me not to tell everyone, because they only know each other for a month or so. So it could easily go wrong, but this is a good sign! My plan is going to work!"

He was filled with so much glee, he didn't even notice that Mercedes didn't sound as enthusiastic as she did before. "That's great, Kurt."

"I wonder if Carole has told Finn about them. I guess she has, because otherwise I'd accidentally tell him. Can you believe that if they would marry, I'd almost be royalty. I'd be a real Upper East Sider next to the Changs and the Fabrays and the Puckerman. The Hummels. That doesn't sound too bad..."

Kurt kept talking about his father, Carole, his dreams and becoming real friends with people as Finn and Santana, but Mercedes didn't say much. She let him do all the talking which he was grateful for. He just needed to express all his excitement to someone. His plan worked. He was in control and he was reaching his goal.