A/N Hey :) I tried to get this out as fast as I could, but, I'm sorry to say that all the Puck/Rachel/Jesse/Finn/Quinn/Shelby drama isn't resolved in this chapter. But, really? What would be the fun in that? Lol, I'd also like to point out that it is 105 FUCKING DEGREES! outside, in stupid Tennessee, and that just holding my laptop on my lap right now is taxing for my health...so without further ado...

Mercedes sat with her mouth hanging open, along with the rest of glee club, as Rachel Berry was officially coronated the drama queen of Mckinley high.

It wasn't that Rachel overreacted, hell, Mercedes would be laying into Puck all Madea style by now, just that it was Rachel all the juicy stuff happened to.

As soon as Rachel's form began to slump to the floor, Puck was by her side. In a motion so fast it belied his large form, He caught her from behind before she managed to injure herself...again.

"Kurt!"

Mr. Schuester's unusually authoritative voice rang out loudly.

"Go get the nurse."

Kurt flashed a look towards Mercedes that told her she was to carefully document everything he missed in order to repeat it to him much later, in detail. Mercedes flashed him a subtle wink before he offered Mr. Schu a quick nod and ran out the door.

After checking Rachel's pulse to make sure that everything was running smoothly, Puck glanced up, and for the first time that day, Mercedes really looked at him.

He looked paler than usual, the dark rings underneath his eyes matched those of both Quinn (for whom she had little simpathy at the moment,) and Finn (who was probably the one who got the most screwed over in all of this shit). After making sure Rachel was alive and all that, Mr. Schu called out,

"Finn, Quinn, Puck! In my office. Now!"

Finn and Quinn shuffled stiffly from opposite sides of the room, Finn having been standing over Rachel with a concerned, strained expression, that belied the intense discomfort he felt by simply being near Puck. Honestly, Mercedes didn't blame the poor boy. Both Quinn and Finn were trying awkwardly, to follow Mr. Schuester's request without actually coming within 3 feet of the other. Puck on the other hand, looked immovable, and only a slight shake of his head gave any inclination that he had heard Mr. Schu's command at all.

"Puck!"

With obvious effort, Puck tore his intense gaze away from the unconscious Rachel in his arms, and up towards Mr. Schu. The stubborn set of his jaw and the hard glaze over his mossy eyes, told Mercedes that this boy wasn't going anywhere.

Hmm, Good. Boy owes her at least that much after knocking up Quinn.

Mercedes wasn't the first one to speak out however, it was Tina.

"P-Puck, why would you do that to R-Rachel? O-or Finn?"

The shy asian's innocently phrased question only put voice to what the entire class was thinking at that moment. Puck's head shot back up, his face looking vicious and ready to deal out a verbal lashing. But when he absorbed just what the girl was saying, he didn't have anything to say, because in reality, there wasn't any good answer to that question. Instead, he lowered his head into his hands, groaning, and wishing for the ump-teenth time that he hadn't come to school at all that day.

"Guys I- I didn't plan on keeping it from Rachel...and Finn,"

He paused, recieving no assuring glances from any of his fellow glee club members, all of whom were feeling more partiality towards Rachel than they ever had before, only beginning to realize just what she meant to them personally, and not just as part of the group.

"I don't have an excuse for what I did to Finn. Quinn and I, we made a mistake."

As soon as the words were out his mouth, Mercedes had already started in on the perfunctory rant that was expected of her, considering as how the glee club's resident drama queen was indesposed at the moment.

"Listen here white boy,"

Mercedes knew that Puck was Jewish, same as Rachel, but that was still whiter than her. And her chocolate thunder wasn't just gonna sit here and listen to him make bullshit excuses about something that could affect - even essentially ruin - their glee club.

"What you did with Quinn, that was jacked-up."

She wished Kurt was behind her to throw in the expected ' uhh huh ' But Mike Chang filled in for him, only slightly less sassy and with a smidge more asian thrown in, Mercedes continued,

"But then...you went after Rachel?"

Mercedes's voice was incredulous, and becomming more affected by her attidude and general sassiness.

"That was just downright wrong."

She felt the agreement of the class behind her, even if no one was speaking up about it.

"I mean, what can you possible have to say for yourself?"

There was a tense silence as Puck absored her blunt words, and it grew even more tense as he failed to reply. This was understandabe, considering that at that particular moment, it was as if someone had shoved a handfull of dog biscuts past his lips, causing all of the moisture in his mouth and his ability to open and close his jaw to fail simultaneously.

He simply sat, regret and grief coloring his speckled, dusky, emerald eyes, as he cradled the unconscious girl in his arms.

Suprisingly, the next club member to speak, was Santana.

"Ok, it's my turn to throw a stone."

The usual sarcasym in her tone took on a biting tone as she addressed the glee club's resident baby daddy. And every eye in the room was on the fiesty latina as she, of all people, started to deal out judgement on Puck.

"Now I don't give a shit you knocked up Quinn, I mean, she should know by now to use protection. But really? This had to have been while we were fucking dating?"

The glee club let out a unanimous sigh as Santana's usual self absorbtion, but was further suprised at her next words.

"But Berry? Really? Of all people Puck? I mean you were with me, then 16 and pregnant over there,"

She motioned toward Mr. Schu's office, where Quinn and Finn could be viewed sitting awkardly, obviously in an uncomfortable discussion with both him, and Miss Pillsbury, and Santana continued.

"But she's like the most stuck up, goody two shoes, virgin mary, there is at the school!"

Her voice rose in pitch, and her train of thought was starting to confuse Mercedes, who couldn't understand what was getting the bitchy cheerleader so riled up. It wasn't like she had any particular affection for Rachel, so she really didn't have any reason to play the girl's advocate. But Santana wasn't done yet.

"I mean, you could have started fucking any skank in the whole school! But you just had to go and fuck up the one chick who happened to be a perfect angel?"

Angel?

Mercedes thought...was that Jealousy in Santana's voice? Was she jealous...of Rachel?

"What kind of person are you?"

By this time Santana was standing, and her voice had become increasingly accented with her anger and she practically shouted out her last words.

There wasn't a soul in the room, barring Rachel of course, whose eyes weren't trained, wide with shock, on the unexpected outburst from the unlikely accuser in their midst. Then, without warning, a small voice said in a wavery tone, answering that angry girl's previous question.

"A father."

It was Rachel! Every eye swung back towards the previously unconscious girl, and Puck's grip visibly tightened, probably an automatic response, but Rachel winced none the less. He loosened his hold, eyes wide with panic as he stared down at the girl who was already looking up towards him.

Her eyes filled with tears. Real. Tears. And any and all resentment Mercedes had ever felt towards the girl she had always regaurded as her biggest competition in this club melted away, and it was almost palpable that the rest of the club was having the same reaction, as they watched the pitifull sight of the small girl, weakly pushing away from an obviously crushed Puck, and standing uncertainly to face them all.

"He's a father. That's what kind of person he is. And it doesn't matter how it got that way, but only that it is that way."

The dignity in her posture, humbled as she was, was certainly something you had to be there to truly understand. Because the heartache she was inevitibly feeling was evident in every muscle , every barely restrained sob she had tapered down, every unshed tear collecting at the edge of her liquid brown eyes. And yet, she managed out one last thing before Kurt arrived with a very lazy, and very irritated nurse, that he had managed to pry away from her lunch time soap opera.

"Please you guys...if you're going to blame Noah, or be mad at him...don't let it be on my account. Let it be for Finn...or Quinn even."

Mercedes rolled her eyes at that ridiculous thought. Her...be angry for Quinn...like Hell.

Rachel exchanged one last look at Puck, and it was like they had an entire conversation in that moment. It almost felt like the class was intruding on a private moment, and the intensity of both their looks sobered the already tense atmosphere in the choir room, before Rachel turned back to the class and delieverd her final stantment.

"It's my own damn fault."

Her voice was firm, with only the tiniest hint of a waver at the end betraying her actual emotional state, which must have be a wreck all things considered.

Just then, Kurt arrived, practically dragging Mrs. Schuester's new replacement as the new nurse. She gave the room a quick one over, her eyes narrowing in on a very bedraggled looking Rachel, with her unkempt hair and leftover cast.

As soon as the nurse arrived, it seemed, Rachel was already following her out the door. Kurt trailing close behind, his hand on the small of her back, as if to steady her. And the clases attention turned back to Puck, only to find that he had exited through the other door.

*Buzz Buzz*

Jesse felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and reached down eagerly, smiling at the name on the front of the screen, hoping for good news in regaurde to plan B, which Shelby had devised as a method to reach Rachel. Jesse , however, had other intentions towards his choir director's daughter, containing plans of revenge against a certain over-muscled jew who was turning out to me more trouble that he was worth.

Jacob Ben-Israel

He had enlisted the help of the geeky perv from Rachel's school as a means of keeping tabs on the developments of New Directions, and Rachel's love life of course.

As he eagerly scanned over the text, his already smug grin widened into a smile of exhaultation, as he barked out a laugh.

The fates were on his side, in this situation at least, because it seemed that Rachel and Puckerman were no more, and to make it even better, it was on account of Puckerman having knocked up one particular Quinn Fabray, current (or not so current) girlfriend of Finn, who may or may not have been one of Rachel's old crushes.

Taking into account his ex (though not for long) girlfriend's flair for the dramatic, Jesse was assuming that at this moment, Rachel was holed up somewhere with doens of broadway classic dvds and a boatload of expensive vegan ice cream. She was undoubtely heartbroken, and in direct relation to that, vulnerable.

Jesse felt a slight pang of guilt thinking of how much of a vulture he was turning out to be, but until recently, he had begun to think he would never meet his match, never find someone who was his equal in both talent and drive, that was, until he had met Rachel.

Unfortunately, the circumstances surrounding their meeting, weren't exactly kosher (no pun intended), and he knew that if he was going to get her back, he was definitely going to have to pull out his secret weapon.

Shelby.

Because if there was anything a heartbroken teenage girl like Rachel needed more that the affore mentioned movies and disgusting non-dairy frozen treats...it was a mother.

And a mother happened to be the one thing that Jesse could offer, that no one else could.

He found himself humming the Jackson 5's I want you back, nearly laughing in glee at his own cleverness, and the hope that his plan to recapture the affections of Rachel Berry, were beginning to fall back into place.

Although, unbeknownst to him, his gleefull chuckle came out sounding more like a madman's cackle, as he effectively planned the greatest con of his life.

Don't worry! Don't worry! I give you my solemn promise that Rachel's not gonna be an idiot and fall for Jesse again, and I PROMISE that my least favorite couple in glee is Quinn/Puck, so I promise that they are NOT staying together. But I didn't want to make things to easy, because then I'd have to wrap this story up to fast, and to be honest, I have nothing else to do this summer lol :)

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