A/N- Well, here's Chapter 10! It's set during Bad Reputation. Thank you for all of the reviews for the last chapter! All the love for this story is much appreciated. I truly hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review! - Sash

Ever since her fall from grace, Quinn had never seen a worse week. It was as if every bully had saved up their cruelty, and all kinds of little things were bothering her.

It started out small, with a sudden craving for bacon plaguing her, turning into an argument between herself and Puck.

"You know my mom likes to keep the house kosher,"

"Damn it Puck, grow a pair and just get it. I won't eat it when she's around," Puck sighed but before he could speak, Quinn carried on, "If you want to be a dad, you'll have to start making decisions by yourself, without your mom's guidance. Otherwise, I don't know if we can make it happen,"

On top of this, she had found that her bump had popped out farther, meaning she was officially out of her regular pants and while she liked wearing dresses, she wanted the choice and it only added to her frustration.

These were just petty issues, but when compounded by the behaviour of the neanderthals at school and when Quinn's hormones were thrown into the mix, it made for a bad week.

Quinn started each day that week with either a slushie in the face, or her books on the floor. She seemed to be the favourite target of Azimio and Karofsky that week. Her heart sank the moment she heard footsteps accompanied by a call of "Hey Juno," or some variation of that, always referring to her current condition. She had managed to get away with just two slushie facials, on Monday and Thursday, but the other days were riddled with other incidents.

"Hey, MTV called yet?" Karofsky chortled as he purposefully walked into Quinn, his shoulder ramming hers, resulting in her books flying loose.

Quinn had closed her eyes in preparation once she knew he was going to make contact with her, and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from an outburst. She knew she shouldn't stoop to his level, nor was it good for her, so she froze momentarily and tried to collect herself before gathering her books. When she opened her eyes, Quinn found Artie in front of her, with her notebooks and textbook in his hands, which he then offered up to her.

"Thanks Artie," her voice was so soft, it almost cracked.

"Anytime," Artie smiled. "So, where you off to? 112 right?"

Quinn was surprised, "Yeah, 112"

"Come on, I'll walk ya there," Artie swiveled his chair in the right direction and gestured for Quinn to walk alongside him. While she was grateful for Artie's kindness, it couldn't makeup for the way she was being treated by most of the student body; ignored, ostracized, hurt.

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Early the next Monday morning, Quinn went to the library and logged in using the generic Glee club login. She had been thinking about what she could do about the way people were treating her, all weekend and finally landed on what she thought was a relatively harmless option, a list ranking the Glee members by sexual promiscuity. Hopefully it would raise her profile, and knock a few people down a peg. She opened up a blank document in a word processing software and typed up a list of most Glee members, with various numbers beside them. A smirk on her lips, she put her name first, with a +45 alongside it. Afterwards, she ranked everyone fairly honestly. Santana came next, although in reality, Quinn thought, she should be first. After Santana, she put Puck; even though he and Quinn knew his manwhore days had ended his reputation was still important. At the very bottom she put Rachel and smugly added a -5 beside her name. Quinn decided to leave some people out, because she had no intention of dragging them into this and wouldn't want to hurt them if they took their ratings badly. Some of ratings she guessed and that done, printed off 100 copies, tucked them into her bag and headed to first period.

Half an hour into her first class, Quinn figured the halls would be empty. She raised her hand.

"Yes Quinn?" Mrs. Lance, her algebra teacher looked up.

"May I be excused?" she asked primly.

The teacher nodded in response and Quinn slipped out. The halls were dead, so Quinn scattered copies of her Glee list, or "Glist" she thought wryly. Some went on bulletin boards, others were taped to walls, and a few were simply strewn on the floor. It took Quinn just five minutes to complete her task, about 30 seconds of which were taken up by the need to check over her shoulder. She wasn't as quick and stealthy as she would be if she weren't pregnant, but she was satisfied nonetheless. Once done, she went back to her algebra class and continued working on her assignment.

By lunch, all people were talking about was the Glist. Puck marched up to Quinn with a copy of it in hand, looking furious. "Have you seen this?" he exclaimed.

Quinn nodded, "Yeah, it's no big deal,"

"They're basically calling you a slut! How are you not more upset about this?"

"I've been called that, and a lot of other names in the past few months. I guess I'm over it," Quinn shrugged.

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The teachers had found out about the Glist, and were apparently furious. Part of Quinn was anxious that she might be caught, but she felt confident that she would elude them. She had been taught, from birth, the art of lying and masking emotion. As a result, she wasn't too worried when she was given a slip excusing her from class because Mr Schue wanted to meet with her. When she arrived at his office, she found Puck and Kurt standing outside the door.

"Hi babe, Schue's interrogating everyone about that Glist," Puck pulled her into a hug.

"I figured,"

Artie emerged from the office, shaking his head. "He's losing it. Your turn Quinn," he told them before continuing down the hall.

Quinn headed in and took the seat across from the desk.

"Hi Quinn. I'm going to cut to the chase," Mr Schue sighed. "Did you make the Glist?"

"Like I have the energy to devote to making it considering what my life is now," she responded, carefully using a tone that she hoped would buy some sympathy.

Mr Schue contemplated this, but pressed on. "It's just that you are first on the list,"

A thought suddenly came to Quinn. "Rachel did it." Time to be frank, Quinn thought. "Think about it, I stole the guy she's in love with, then I stole the guy she dated to get over the guy she's in love with. And I'm kind of a bitch to her,"

"I don't know…it just doesn't sound like something Rachel would do,"

"She's gone behind your back before. And I mean, who's to say that there's only one culprit?" Quinn responded.

Mr Schue looked defeated, "You can go. Could you send Kurt in after you?"

Quinn exited and found Puck and Kurt still standing there. "Kurt?" The boy went in. "Still waiting?" she asked her boyfriend.

"Naw, I've been in already. Just taking advantage of my excusal," Puck admitted.

"Sounds nice. It's lunch next, you wanna cut out early?"

Puck feigned shock, "Quinn Fabray? Not going back to class?"

"I need to get outta here," she took his arm and led him to the doors by the parking lot.

Puck knew Quinn well enough by now that he knew where to take her. They got into his vehicle and drove without a word until Puck pulled off to the side of the road that ran along the park. As he helped Quinn out, she gave him a kiss directly on the lips. "How did you know?"

"I just did," he grinned and put his arm around her. They quietly meandered along the path that wove through the park. For a weekday at noon, it was surprisingly busy; joggers, kids and parents. Eventually, they settled on a bench that was situated across from a play structure. "Can you believe it? Just over 2 months until she's here,"

Quinn ran her fingers lightly over her bump, "I know. It's crazy. That said, I'm kinda done with being pregnant,"

Puck's hand joined hers. He always marveled at the fact that his daughter was being housed in Quinn's belly; that she was so close to them, but not really with them yet. Quinn's head was resting on his shoulder, his other arm around her and the sun was shining down on them.

"Can we just stay like this?" Quinn mumbled, eyes shut.

"Anything babe,"

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Rachel had been embarrassed by her placement on the Glist, which Quinn initially deemed a success. However, Quinn hadn't considered the fact that this was Rachel, and inevitably she would make a big deal out of things.

"Babe, is it okay if I help Rachel with something? She's got some video thing that she wants to do, 'cause as she put it, she's tired of people thinking she's got as much sex appeal as Barney," Puck asked Quinn a couple days after the Glist was posted. He winced as he asked and awaited her reply, hoping this didn't dissolve into a fight.

"Yeah sure. I trust you. I might not entirely trust her, but you'll do the right thing,"

That evening, Puck went to Rachel's. "So what are you doing?" he asked her, giving an awkward nod of acknowledgment to Sandy Ryerson.

"I need an image change, so I have chosen to create a video for the song Run Joey Run. Of course, I'll be the tragic object of your affection, and then Mr Ryerson will play my dad, who kills me. And you will be the eponymous Joey," Rachel beamed.

"Err, okay. This won't affect me will it? I have a good thing going with Quinn."

Rachel shook her head, "I assure you, you'll be playing opposite me, but you won't be required to film any potentially compromising scenes." The doorbell rang. "Ah, that will be Artie and his AV friends. Shall we get started?"

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"All right, guys, listen up. Another week has almost passed. If a list goes up again later today, this issue is out of my hands, and it becomes Principal Figgins' jurisdiction." Mr Schue told the class.

"Seriously, Mr. Shue, whoever made that list is not gonna come forward. We might as well just bend over and take whatever's coming." Finn spoke up.

"Well, then, uh, let's get to it. Rachel, how about you show us your bad reputation project?" Mr Schue moved on.

"I'd like to say a few words first. Though I understand that a motion picture should stand on its own, I do realize that some of you are not well-versed in the complex vocabulary of the filmic arts. I expect that this video will go over some of the heads of our less-cultured teammates. So let me just say I hope you enjoy" Rachel rambled on.

It had taken about 3 hours for Puck to get his part taped. Rachel had assured him that she would use his best parts combined with other scenes. She had Puck act out the whole video, so when he saw the finished product, he was shocked. Rachel must have had Finn and Jesse do the same and then cut and spliced parts together. Puck had been completely honest with Quinn about what his role was, and she didn't seem to have any problem with it. Needless to say, Puck, Finn and Jesse were furious about having to share the limelight in Rachel's failed attempt to make herself look better.

Quinn didn't mind Puck playing Rachel's other half in the video, but she didn't think it'd do his image any good. The video was high quality, but the premise and acting was incredibly cheesy and cringeworthy. She was surprised he even stuck around to film it.

The room sat in silent disbelief through the video, several people with their mouths open. When it finally came to an end, Rachel broke out into applause, for herself, and Finn, Jesse and Puck were fuming.

"Well, why don't we just, um, take a moment to really absorb what we've just watched." Rachel spoke up.

"This is garbage!" Finn exclaimed.

"No, he's right. First of all, I need to trust my instincts more because I had a feeling when we were shooting that, that it was not going to be good." Puck added

The guys continued to point out Rachel's mistake in making the video. Jesse gave Rachel a look of distaste and when he had said his piece, left.

Rachel chased after him, "Jesse, wait!"

"Er, I think its best if I call an end to today's meeting," Mr Schue told the remaining group. "See you guys later,"

"Why are you so upset?" Quinn hustled after Puck who was striding down the hall.

"No one wants to share the limelight!" he fumed. "She said I would be the male lead," he howled

"I'm not sure if I should be offended, that you are upset that you didn't look like Berry's one and only, or laugh at you for sounding like a child," Quinn rolled her eyes.

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Quinn was at her locker getting her books for her last class. She re-entered the hall traffic, but it was as if she were invisible. People didn't seem to notice she was there, and a couple of them walked into her. She cringed as she felt the contact to her shoulders and took a deep breath before continuing. Mr Schue approached her and her heart plummeted, she wondered if he had cottoned on.

"Hi Quinn, can I talk to you in the music room?"

Quinn didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and followed him. She took the offered seat and awaited what he had to say.

"I know you're behind the Glist."

She froze for a moment. "You have no proof. I can't believe that you're going to pin this on me. I'll be expelled. I mean, it makes sense. Everything else has been taken from me– my popularity, my body. Might as well throw away my education." Quinn retaliated.

Mr Schue shook his head, "You know when I realized that you did it? The moment I felt what it was like to walk in your shoes. I mean, it takes years to build a good reputation, but only seconds to destroy it. A couple bad choices, and you go from the top to the bottom." He knelt in front of the dejected girl. You have lost so much, Quinn. Which means you had the most to gain from the Glist," he said gently.

At this point, Quinn began to cry. She couldn't help it. "I never meant to hurt anybody. I… I was captain of the cheerleading squad, president of the Celibacy Club. I had Finn. People would part like the Red Sea when I walked down the hallway. Now I'm invisible.

"And you think being seen as a cheap tramp is better?" Mr Schue raised an eyebrow.

"A bad reputation is better than no reputation at all."

Mr Schue sighed, "Look, I know that high school feels like your whole life right now, but it's going to end. You are going to go on to do amazing things, Quinn."

"You really think that I can get it all back one day?

Mr Schue twisted his lips, "No, I think you'll get something better. You're Quinn Fabray! Those people didn't part when you walked down the halls; you moved them with your attitude."

Quinn managed a weak smile, "Thanks, Mr. Shue. You're a really good teacher– even if everybody is calling you a man-whore."

"They are huh?" Mr Schue said wryly.

Just then, Principal Figgins walked in and Quinn was fearful when she saw him. He asked Mr Schue about finding who made the Glist, and what Mr Schue said next surprised her. "No one copped to making the Glist,"

The principal was dissatisfied by this answer. "That's poppycock, Will,"

"There haven't been anymore of them, so why don't we just call it a victory and move on?" Mr Schue told him.

Figgins suspiciously eyed Quinn, who tried to discreetly dab at her eyes. "Fine," he responded. "I'm still praying for you Will," he turned and left

"Thank you," Quinn mouthed.

Mr Schue smiled sadly, "Of course. Just remember Quinn, you're a special girl. And no matter what you decide to do, you'll be great,"

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Rachel sang Total Eclipse of the Heart that afternoon in Glee, with a little input from Finn, Jesse and Puck. The performance symbolized the end of her relationship with Jesse, for which, Quinn did feel a little bad. Annoying as Rachel is, without the Glist, she probably wouldn't have felt compelled to make the video. As Puck led Quinn out of the room after the song, his purposefully ignored Rachel, and Quinn knew it was time to tell him what she'd done.

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It was late in the evening. Mr Schue had finally dragged the truth about the Glist from Quinn and she felt guilty that Puck was still in the dark about her responsibility for it. "Noah, can you come here and sit down? I need to tell you something," Quinn called him from their bed.

Puck replied from the bathroom across the hall, "Oh geez, it must be serious if you're calling me Noah," he smirked but dropped it when he went into their room and saw Quinn's solemn face. "Judging by the look on your face, you really are serious," he sat on the desk chair. "What is it?"

Quinn simply cut to the chase and told him, "The Glist. I wrote it,"

They fell silent. Quinn watched Puck, trying to gauge his response. He was trying to process what he had just heard. Had he in fact heard correctly? Quinn had written the list that had caused crises among their peers? "Why'd you do it? What did you think you'd gain from it?" Puck's eyes were hard. "Look how much trouble that list caused. Us guys getting embarrassed, Rachel and Jesse breaking up, and others nearly getting into trouble,"

Puck's body language indicated that he wasn't pleased and subconsciously, Quinn shrank away from him. Tears welled up and spilled down her face. She looked down, running her hand over the place that the baby was kicking,

The moment the first tear rolled down Quinn's cheek, the tension in Puck's body dissipated. He suddenly felt bad for upsetting her, both because he didn't like to see her upset, and because he didn't think letting her get wound up was good for the baby. Puck steadied his voice and softened it, "Relax, just relax," He saw her shoulders drop but nothing else changed. Puck tried again, gently this time, "Really Quinn, why?"

"There's nothing I can say to justify it. It'll just make me seem more pathetic," Quinn's voice trembled.

"Try me,"

"I've lost everything; I just wanted my reputation back, in any form. I didn't think of the effect it would have on anyone else, I was only thinking about myself,"

Puck sighed, "You're always thinking about what you've lost. How about what you've gained? And what does is matter, what people in high school think of you?"

"You get accustomed to being worshipped, and when it's gone, it makes the time you spend there difficult. I just want to get through these few years as easily as possible," Quinn paused, sighed and continued, "It was just spur of the moment desperation. I have been moving on, but this was a bad week,"

"I... I'll be back later," Puck stood abruptly and left before Quinn could process what was going on. Stunned, she turned onto her side and curled up on the bed, unsure of her next move.

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Puck pulled into the grocery store parking lot and went into the store. He knew exactly what he was looking for and went around, putting things into his basket before going to the drinks aisle. He stood there, looking longingly at the shelves, before turning away and running into a man in a suit. "Oh, sorry," Puck muttered.

"Its fine," came the gruff reply, and then they made eye contact. "Puckerman,"

Puck was momentarily taken aback. "Mr Fabray," he responded coolly.

"I've heard that you are responsible for Quinn's condition," Russell held tight to a bottle of whiskey.

"Yes sir," Puck wondered what his angle was.

"So she lied. She's nothing more than a sinner, and a liar. And with someone like you," Russell muttered angrily, loud enough for Puck to hear and his grip on the bottle tightened to the point Puck was sure it would shatter.

Puck grew angry at this. "She was scared! She's still scared! But she's strong, and I'm not going to abandon her, or my daughter," he vowed furiously. "I'm taking care of her, and she's found it in her heart to let me," With this, he walked away. He paid for his items and drove towards home, feeling like someone had lit a fire under him.

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The house was dark when Puck arrived home. It was only 10pm, so he hoped Quinn was still awake. Slim chance though, she was tired a lot of the time now. He felt bad about the way he had reacted to her confession, considering what she had done had nothing on some of the stuff he had done in the past. He stopped in the kitchen before going up to his room. The light was still on, and Quinn was turned to the wall, so he couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep. "Quinn? You awake?" he whispered loudly.

"How could I sleep? You're mad at me," she responded.

Puck sighed. "I'm not mad at you Quinnie. I feel terrible about the way I reacted. Can you forgive me? I know you've had a hard time, and I just wish I could do more, to stop those assholes,"

Quinn rolled over to face him. "Where did you go?" she asked softly.

"To get you this," he held up a grocery bag. "I felt bad,"

Puck had hoped that Quinn would have perked up at this, but she simply said, "And what is this?"

Puck pulled out a tub of ice cream and a couple bags. "Rocky road, ketchup chips and bacon?" he said hopefully.

"What would your mom say if she knew you'd brought bacon into the house?" Quinn pulled herself into a sitting position.

Puck shrugged, "She'd probably not be happy about it, but who cares. You were right, sometimes I have to man up and take responsibility. And part of that is making sure you're happy."

"I really am sorry about everything, especially the way I talked to you last week. I shouldn't use the baby to get my way,"

"It's fine babe. Now, mom's working the night shift, so if you still want that bacon…" Puck grinned.

"Yes, your daughter would like some bacon," Quinn responded cheekily.

"Ha! My daughter?"

"Mmhm,"

Puck smirked, "I think you've got it wrong, cause my daughter's a Jew, and we don't eat bacon. So you can blame the Rocky Road cravings on me, but the bacon is all on you,"

"Nope, it's on you,"

They went to the kitchen, where Puck put the ice cream in the freezer and bacon in a pan. "I'm sorry about everything,"

"It's not your fault; you can't control other people,"

Puck shook his head, "Still, I used to be one of those guys. I guess I never realized how what I did was hurting people, until it hurt the person I love most,"

"Can we say we're both sorry and put this all behind us? Can we be happy, like we were in the park?" Quinn looked up.

Puck placed a plate of bacon in front of her, "Of course. Eat this, so we can head to bed and have something else," he winked.