It's my birthday on Thursday... Yay! I'm gonna be 17... I'm going to the AC/DC concert for my birthday... it's going to be EPIC!

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JustAmazing: You haven't reviewed in a while and my heart is breaking so I say... I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me... My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me... (sniff) I miss you... your reviews make me laugh so hard... (read below review)

Karma22: You too! (read above review) Where's the laughter gone? (I'm in a weird mood and wondering where everyone has disappeared to... because I have no life, I expect you all to live the same... Hey, if you keep following my directions, you can be stuck for a while...)

Diva(dot)Divine: I was listening to 'The Open Door' album and couldn't think of a name for another cheerleader... I didn't think people would pick up on it... LoL

Cribellate: Aww... thanks for falling in love on Valentine's Day (even if you didn't, go with it... :D) And... I will take that how I will...

Ncar08: Read!

sugarbomb53086: I will take your word for it because I slept through it and am the only student at my school to fail it, not once, but six times... Oh yeah, I'm good.

Kkcnelson2002: Aw, thanks... my headache is still here... I think its from the humidity... I've got an appointment in two days...

November123: yeah, I think it's cute

Sophiia-x: I can't believe you just found it either... No, I can... I'm not a very boastful young soul, just a crazy one. Thank you for crediting my so-so writing skills and Puck is awesome to write... he's like a cookie. With choc-chips. Cause whilst the cookies taste AWESOME all together, you really look forward to the speckles of choc-chips... but you wouldn't get rid of the rest of the cookie, even if you wanted to... Okay, you know, I'm eating a cookie right so... Yeah... Oh and by the way... I think I got the hint :D yay! (I hope I haven't scared you off)

Mag721: Haven't seen you in a while... (read you... if that makes sense)... yay! He's the next chappie.

Liz: Yes, well... I don't like doctors very much. I cry at the thought of needles and doctors like taking blood. They're evil little critters... plus my doctor likes showing his picture on his website a lot... yes, my doctor has a website... weird bastard man who has a pointy needle in his pocket.

Naley10: you would be correct in thinking that... :) Rachel doesn't know... along with Finn, she's the only one.

Novice242: I do too... my mum takes prescription to get rid of hers and for about half an hour, she hallucinates... its very serious but absolutely hilarious all at the same time... yay! Someone likes my Sad Muse... Fuckleberry Quinn... I love it! if people do that they're sad cause they're probably not gonna get it... LoL

Sweetcaroline1986: Wait till you read the guilt in this chappie...

xSpencer-Rose: It may not end totally... talk later about that... and you think your sad? I spent half an hour piecing it all together... then I spent an another half an hour laughing about it...

Hello(dot)World(dot)Thank(dot)you(dot)World(dot): Firstly, if I write your name any other way, it won't show up... secondly, yeah they do. They don't want to hurt her and... wait till you read the chapter with the whole Mike/Britt stuff.

renonoelle: Updated!

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Lynnicaec: Yeah I know! I take neurofen and it disappears for about an hour or two (if I'm lucky) and then it appears again! On Thursday it was like... humming? I don't, I felt it but not bad... and then this IDIOT in my year group threw a freaking bottle at me, it hit me in the head and my head exploded in pain... stupid S, thinks he's so cool... HE HAS FROSTS!! And not frosts all over... down the middle... But I do feel better... it's gone back to a hum.

Myhiddenlove08: whoever is the 500th review, may get to find out just how Mike and Matt found out, but I just wrote that one chapter they didn't know and the next chapter (when time had passed) they found out behind the scenes...

Chrpangel: oh I don't have a life... I'm just very good at staring at the same page of homework for hours on end and then calling up my brother saying 'let's go out for coffee... we need to discuss our next gig.'

Maggiequeen: Here's next.

Ladybug Jess: I knew you'd be happy... :) I'm wondering how else I can incorporate Karofsky into Gleedom... any ideas? (Cause you'll probably guess them as I come up with them... crazy psychic...)

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NEXT FIVE CHAPTERS...

The next five chapters are sort of a build up to the eventual baby gate...

In the next three weeks that followed, leading up to November, everything was smooth sailing. They came and went from Glee practice, not really panicking too much about the upcoming Regionals that were on the first of March the following year. It was only November anyway.

No one figured out that Puck and Rachel were still going out and in week two, Rachel and Matt 'broke-up' and were on 'good-terms'. Puck and Rachel got to 'hate' each other during class and school and make out in the auditorium before and after Glee (never during. Puck tried once during and he got shot the biggest death glare and wasn't allowed to touch her for TWENTY-FOUR WHOLE HOURS! He hadn't tried again since). Sometimes they even made out during lunch and once or twice at Rachel's house while her dad's were away. Never had they done anything but the chaste kissing at Finn's house, cause that'd be plain weird but he'd managed to get her shirt off again a few nights previous and that was just awesome. (Rachel hadn't minded that Puck's shirt had come of every make out session in addition to that one)**

They weren't perfect together.

Actually they argued more together than they ever had apart. And they'd only been going out for three weeks. Whether it was homework or mode of transport, they disagreed on most things that had the letters a-z in them. But they kind of liked it because that meant the few things they did agree on (Grape Slushies, Puck's truck being the best mode of transport, Finn's ability to ruin the two-step...) was just that much more special... Well, Puck didn't see it like that. He just thought the arguing made her hotter.

It made Rachel harder to get and well... Puck had never had to fight for a girl before (bar Santana but that wasn't nice fighting... it usually involved imaginative forms of emotional pain) and it was kind of... fun. The hunt? The chase? Whatever the douches called it, Puck liked it.

But out of all of this 'un-perfect-ness' the two were truly happy. Well, not with other aspects of their lives...

(Rachel still got text messages from those horrible basketball boys which were becoming harder and harder to hide from Noah as they were spending so much time together and she was still suffering from nightmares. Horrible ones, where she couldn't save Noah, or herself, from falling deep within the lake or ones where she was being chased by the basketball team and she had to keep Noah away at the same time. Worst part was, (in the original dream) Finn was still there, singing with her and Rachel couldn't understand what that meant because... she didn't like him anymore. Truly, she didn't. Noah was the new leading man in her life. So how come he always appeared, in every dream? Oh yes, and it was approaching holiday season so she knew he dads were going to get called away for work more and more which meant the basketball team would be at home less and less and usually, hanging around hers)

(Puck had an abusive dad in town, was living on his friend's spare bed with his little sister whilst trying to figure out if and how he should tell said friend he fathered his child-to-be and trying to pretend to hate the girl he just wanted to grab and make out furiously with every god damn minute of the day. That was probably the hardest part...)

But together they were the happy. When Rachel was dragging Puck's groaning ass to see some dumb chick-flick or when Puck was rubbing his hand up and down her thigh as she tried to swat him away during said movie, his hand moving higher and higher each time.

On Thanksgiving, which was spent at Mike's house with Rachel's parents (her dad happened to work for Mike's dad), Puck and Isla, Puck had managed to steal Rachel away for an hour (three) and he took her back to her house where he finally got let into 'The Holy Land'. (Mike went to Brittany's while the parents decided to go... random... bowling)

It wasn't the full deed, just some 'heavy petting' as Rachel liked to put it. (Puck could've sworn that she got that line from one of her musical songs, but didn't say anything because Rachel had tried something particularly interesting with her hands and her mouth on his earlobe at that precise moment).

Nearing to Christmas, almost the second week of December, was when things started getting interesting in Glee again.

School was being let off within the week and Finn started thinking about the next Christmas. The one NEXT year. Because, if he had his way, the next Christmas he'd have his little daughter with him. He really did want little Drizzle to be with him and not some strangers and he was slowly getting Quinn to see his way. Slowly... sometimes, when she didn't think about it, he'd caught her out saying things like 'when the baby comes...' and 'imagine when she...' and once, when Finn threatened to beat up some eight year old who was hitting on Isla (according to Puck and Finn... Finn thought about bashing the eight year old. Puck went to the eight year olds fifteen year old brother and beat him up, warning him to stay away from his sister), Quinn had said, 'Imagine when Drizz starts dating.'

So he'd put in a lot of thought to little Drizz (and he'd started nicknaming her) and the idea of what he'd do if she was around. When Finn's father had first passed away, Finn's godfather, Chuck, had taken him to church on Christmas day with his family, saying it was his role as a godfather to do so. He had a godmother too, but she hadn't done that for him as much. She was kind of like an Aunt who spoiled him. It was his godfather who Finn had looked up to at admired. (Until he figured Church every Sunday morning... sucked... then his godfather just became a sort of... guidance person for him).

Finn kind of liked that thought, of his kid having a godparent to look up to. So, mindlessly, he walked around the school, trying to figure out who would be a good godfather. Because he figured, he could pick the godfather and Quinn could pick the godmother. That way, they'd be even.

It was kind of stupid really, because he knew who he wanted to be godfather straight away. Same dude who would be his best man and who had been, pretty much, his brother his entire life. Puck.

Only thing was, he didn't know if it was right cause... Well Puck was Jewish. But he figured he could at least ask. So, during lunch while Puck and him were walking to the gym, Finn asked him. "Youwannabedrizzesgodfather?"

Puck stopped mid-step, unsure as to whether or not he completely understood what Finn had said. Because it sounded like he was asked to be a dog's father... which really didn't sound right... either that or he was being asked to drizz? the flowers... he really wasn't too sure. "What?"

Finn stopped, slowed down, and started again. "Do you want to be Drizzle's godfather?"

"Who the fuck is Drizzle?" But Puck was scared that he already knew.

Finn rolled his eyes. "My daughter."

So his gut did that twisty sick feeling that he so wasn't accustomed to yet... maybe because it was wrong and vile and guilt ridden. Things Puck didn't feel often... or feel the necessity to feel often... But since befriending Rachel, and then starting to date her, he'd started to deal with... feelings? It hadn't started because of her (that was his jerkfaced dad's fault) but she... encouraged it.

So yeah, the whole, 'eating-at-your-gut' feeling he had now was really, really weird. "Ugh... I'm Jewish." he said uncomfortably. "Ain't that like... against Jesus or something?"
"I don't think so..." Finn shrugged. "Doesn't matter anyway... Quinn's not married so like... while we're screwing up..."

"Strike while the hammers hot." Puck said and Finn gave him a confused look. "Fuck up as badly as you can while they're mad... so they're not mad later again."

"Who's mad?" he asked.

Puck waved his hand. "Doesn't matter but like... dude, I don't think I could do that."

"Sure you can man... you don't have to actually do anything, just be there for her..."

Gut. Twist. Guilt. Pain. It made Puck want to squish his fists up and fall to the ground in pain and tears. But he wouldn't for two reasons. One, he was only a total pussy when alone and in front of Rachel... and even then he was badass. Second was, Finn's not bright but he's not completely stupid either... he could eventually figure out that Puck's her dad by watching them interact. The girl will be a Puckerman. There are certain eye colours and personality traits that come with the name (namely the anger issues)

"I- Have you asked Quinn?" Puck knew the answer was 'No' because Quinn wouldn't have let him ask. Either that, or Finn was undeniably stupid.

Well, then again...

"No I haven't yet but that's just because, I don't know if she still wants to keep the baby." Finn shrugged his shoulders. "We don't talk about that much... mainly just her desires for weird foods and... well dude she's like really aggressive lately."

"Huh?" Puck frowned.

Finn nodded insistently, "Like dude... we're making out. And then like, all of a sudden she just grabs the back of my head and shoves my head closer and closer and sometimes she rips hairs out and... it hurts dude."

Puck thought about what Finn just said for a moment, then shook his head. "Okay, look. Ignoring that completely, I don't think it's a good idea I be... the baby's godfather." He'd almost said 'your child' but he couldn't do it.

"Aw, dude..." Finn smiled. "Please? You've got to do it... seriously, there's no one else I'd ask. There's no one else I'd want to be my kids godfather. Seriously..."

"Ugh..." Puck rolled his eyes back and wondered when this got so fucked. Oh yeah... when Quinn and I decided to fuck. "Sure man, whatever. I'll dunk the kid in some holy water and we can all watch whatever god that's up there smite me."

"Awesome dude." Finn clapped Puck's back. "You're the best."

No I'm not.

But Puck didn't say anything, he just followed after Finn.

~*~

Rachel and Mike had hung out most of the time since Puck roamed the school drunk, almost two months previous. In fact, if Rachel wasn't with Puck and Finn, she was usually with either Mike and Matt or Tina and Artie. Usually though, it was Mike and Matt because she had most classes in common with them.

This period, Mike and Rachel had, had a free and Mike insisted that Rachel teach him some of that ballet stuff in private so he could use it in one of his routines. He had an image in his mind of some dance he really wanted to do, but it incorporated some ballet steps that he didn't know how to perfect yet.

So, Rachel had been teaching Mike, privately in the dance studios, some of the more basic steps of ballet. Something which, neither one told anybody else out of a mutual silent agreement. Well, no that was a lie. Everyone knew Rachel and Mike were teaching each other dance, however they didn't know it was ballet.

With music in her hand, Rachel rolled her eyes at Mike who was, once again, trying to explain to her the point of Dragon Ball Z. "Look, Rach, they're aliens..."

"But they appear human."

"Yeah but like... they've got monkey tails when they're little so it's not like they're completely human."

"Why monkey tails?"

"Cause during the full moon they grow really big and turn into giant apes..."

"Apes and monkeys are different however."

Mike froze, shaking his head. "Listen, Rachel... just listen to me. They're wicked cool aliens who know all types of martial arts and who can use their chi, which is their natural energy, to blast big fiery balls out of their hands to fight and protect the world from bad guys."

"Why is it called Dragon Ball then?"

"Because they usually come up against some big bad guy that kills a lot of people, so they have to find seven mystical balls that are spread across the world that conjure up some big badass dragon named Shenron to grant them a wish. Usually it's something like, they wish the dead to come back to life kind of thing..."

"So why do they need to fight? Why can't they just keep wishing for things to be good?"

"The dragon balls only give you one wish at a time before disappearing again."

"Then why not wish for universal peace with your one wish."

Mike just stopped, staring at her. "It's just not how it works Rachel."

Rachel sighed as she placed her hand on the door into dance studio. "What I don't understand about that silly show Mike, is that in the midsts of battle, the two opponents are usually simply standing there, staring at one another whilst heavily breathing. It's just unrealistic... as well as the whole flying thing. And one cannot sit on a cloud, it's physically impossible. Also..."

Mike's jaw hung lower and lower as she went on about how much of a bad show Dragon Ball Z is until he couldn't take it any longer. His arm darted out as he covered her mouth his hand and he grabbed the back of her head with the other to keep her mouth clamped. "Rachel. There are dudes who beat other dudes up and hot anime chicks who wield guns. To top it off, it's set in the future where you can chuck a little itty bitty pill on the ground and it will explode into a car. Or better yet... an airplane. So, do not doubt me when I say it is the coolest cartoon series ever, only beating Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles, the original series with April in a yellow jumpsuit, but a few points. Do you understand?"

Rachel saw the deadly serious look in Mike's eye and just decided to nod. "Good. Now, let us go in and dance." He let go of her mouth, grabbed the door handle, pushed it down and opened the door.

Rachel turned to look inside and her mouth dropped in horror and confusion and she stumbled back into Mike who was staring with equal confused and doubled horror. "B-Brittany?!"

~*~

Quinn was over Finn's house after school that afternoon and Finn ducked out to get something for his mum, leaving Quinn and Puck alone. Quinn had tried to leave but Finn insisted the drive would only take five minutes and that he really wanted to hang out.

"Just the three of us." Finn had smiled goofily. "It'll be like old times."

Puck and Quinn looked awkwardly away at that and just agreed with him, to keep him happy. Then Puck disappeared into his/Finn's room and Quinn sat downstairs in the living room watching TV with Isla.

Puck laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about calling Rachel, but she had 'dance practice' with Mike. Puck rolled his eyes. He knew they were doing ballet. Rachel had confessed to him but made him swear he'd never tell another living soul. (So basically, the only people who knew were the rest of Glee club... and Karofsky... and Marcia Karofsky)

Why are you being such a pussy? You told yourself one month ago you were gonna talk to Quinn. Why ain't you talking to Quinn??

Puck manned up and rolled up and out of his bed and went downstairs to see Quinn plaiting Isla's hair as they watched afternoon cartoons together. It was Friday and they didn't really have plans, bar the fact that Finn wanted to 'hang out'. But for now... "Hey Squirt. Get lost." he said, falling onto the couch beside Isla, leaning down behind her so he could wrap his arms around her. He kissed her forehead and then slapped her lightly. "Move it. I need to talk to Quinn."

Isla looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Noah..."

"No puppy dog eyes." he said, covering his hand over her face, his whole palm engulfing her head. "Now go or else we're not going to the movies tonight."

Isla's jaw dropped. "Would you be so cruel?"

He chuckled. "Oh yeah."

Isla hugged Quinn and kissed her on the cheek. "Got to go." And within two seconds she was upstairs in her room, the door slamming shut just to prove a point.

Puck, being Puck, rested his head on Quinn's lap and kept staring at the TV. Quinn was sitting there, frozen in her spot, her hand in midair. "Behind the ears, babe." Puck said eventually, not tearing his gaze away from the TV. He figured, if he was going to do this, he was going to do it true Puck fashion.

Quinn caught and growled, shoving him lightly. "You're such a... dog." But she agreed and started rubbing his head behind his ears. "Is there a reason your head is invading my lap.... and DON'T turn that dirty."

"Didn't have to." Puck smirked, then rolled from his side onto his back so he was looking up at Quinn. "We need to talk and we've got about ten minutes to do so because Finn gets confused between all the lines at the store and then he recounts everything twice just to make sure he can get into the 'less than twelve items' line."

Quinn sighed, "We've already talked Puck. Remember? After you and San decided to 'sext' each other."

"Okay, my natural charm aside..."

"Your natural charm or sexist issues?"

"Hey, San messaged me first!"

"That's not the point Puck. As much as you've changed, I still don't believe you have stopped thinking about other girls flexibilities when you should be thinking about your child."

Puck narrowed his eyes at her. "If you just listen to me for one second, Barbie, you'd know that, that's exactly what I want to talk to you about. But of course, nothing can orbit out of the Quinnesphere."

"I had no doubt that you were going to talk about..."

"Shut up!" Puck darted up. "Fuck, this is hard enough already, just shut up for a second, will you?"

Quinn's mouth clamped shut and she just stared at him as he sat next to her on the couch, his face buried in his hands. "Look, I get it okay? I'm a looser and I'd probably be a shit dad. Finn's better, nicer, more patient... the dude makes you freaking peanut butter and avocado sandwiches which, by the way, is disgusting." Quinn opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again, thinking better of it. "Okay, I get all of this which is why..." he breathed in deeply and then looked straight at Quinn.

"Whatever you want, need, blah, blah, etcetera, I will give and get you. I will be there if you need me, for the kid but..." he swallowed and rubbed his face before looking back up at Quinn, trying to stare her dead in the eye. "I give up my rights as a father to the kid, to Finn. Because Finn would be a better dad and is better person full stop. I've got no example of a great dad and I come from a shitty family, but Finn's got support from his mum and he had an awesome dad to tell stories about to our little girl."

Quinn stared at Puck, her jaw almost on the ground. "I... I..."

"Don't." Puck put his hand up weakly. "That was probably the hardest thing I had to say in my life, I don't want to repeat it, I don't want to think about it. I just realised that, I'd probably end up being like my dad so..."

Quinn launched herself at Puck, wrapping her arms around him and almost sitting on his lap. Puck caught her, wrapping his arms around her, still, slender waist, and sat there awkwardly. "Uh..."

"You're wrong. You would be a great father. I know because, I see the way you treat Isla and you're not a Lima looser... you're a looser full stop. You're an amazing, great and, surprisingly, unselfish person... when you want to be. You're just a total nightmare the rest of the time." Quinn let out a strangled laugh because she was crying as she spoke.

Puck gave a small smile and relaxed in Quinn's grip, closing his eyes. "You need to smile more." Quinn whispered in his ear, and Puck had no idea what she meant because he thought he smiled enough.

Before he could question it, the front door opened to reveal Rachel and a sobbing Mike. Rachel looked between Quinn and Puck and the two leapt back from each other, staring at Rachel in shock. "How'd you get in?" Puck asked.

Rachel waved a door key, still in silent shock. "Under the mat. Finn told me last week. Remember?"

"Uh, yeah." Puck nodded quickly.

There was an awkward silence before Mike wailed, "She's a lesbian!" and then all their attentions were diverted.

**I wouldn't mind that... I'm sure a lot of straight guys wouldn't mind either... Those well toned abs... LMAO

In relation to the whole godfather thing... my mother is a godmother and she's Muslim and my godparents are arseholes, so I have a fairy godmother and two fairy godfathers (my mum's best friends)... My thing with 'godparents' are they are there, not to spiritually guide you as much as guide you and be that 'parent-figure-who-isn't-really-a-parent'. Which is why I totally think it's cool to have godparents when you're not necessarily religious...

Woot!

500th REVIEWER

a) Matt: Will she break? Won't she break? Is Santana on Rachel's side or Puck's... is Santana on his own side?

b) Isla: My big brother is awesome because...

c) Karofsky & Kurt: "So dude, this facial stuff... is it gonna like... hurt?" "Not at all. Well... except for the exfoliation." "Ex-holy-what-now?"

d) Mike: All I know so far, UPDATED (which includes 'how Matt and Mike found out')