Author's Note: I finally sat down and read through everything I've written so far and I'm kind of embarrassed by all the typos. I've learned it's very hard to spot them in your own writing, and I probably should be using a beta… So, sorry for that. Maybe tomorrow I'll go through and fix the previous chapters.

P.S. hot against a wall... I saw your review just as I uploaded this... sorry I didn't catch on to this earlier.

Quinn Fabray woke up that morning praying that the events of the past ten weeks had all been one extremely horrifying nightmare. One minute later, when the wave of overwhelming nausea hit her, she ran her hand over her formally flat belly and felt like crying. Turning her head, she saw the Rocky Road stain running down the front of the Cheerios uniform hanging on her closet door, and wondered how she had fallen so far from grace.

She had been born to be the high school "It Girl". Her mother was a former beauty queen, who lived vicariously through her blond, beautiful daughter and her father was a respected member of the community. The city councilman doted on his little girl and stressed the importance of one's reputation constantly. Dance and gymnastics lessons, beauty pageants and Sunday school had been the staples of Quinn's childhood. For sixteen years she had been a dutiful daughter, and done everything to make her parents proud. She was captain of the Cheerios, president of the Celibacy Club and on track to win Homecoming Queen her senior year. She had Finn, who was the ideal boyfriend. He was the quarterback and he was cute, sweet and easily manipulated. Everything had been perfect.

Right up until Rachel Berry and her band of misfit Gleeks had come along.

The mere thought of Rachel Berry set off another wave of nausea. The annoying brunette was so far below Quinn on the social ladder that she should have barely rated Quinn's notice, and yet, somehow she had managed to ruin Quinn's life.

Quinn waited for her stomach to settle before sitting up and reaching for her laptop. Flipping the lid open, she clicked on the internet icon and logged on to her MySpace page. Within minutes her face was bright red with fury. Several of her classmates had commented on the after party she had skipped, and from the various statements, Quinn was able to piece together a rough version of the evening's occurrences. One person had even posted a picture of Puck, with his arm around a girl that looked like a normal version of Rachel. The caption on the photo read "First Finn, now Puck… That Berry chick must have some sweet juice," and there were a multitude of vulgar comments that followed. Quinn snatched her phone off her night stand and sent texts to Santana and Brittany telling them to meet her at her house in thirty minutes. She didn't even bother to wait for a reply.

She managed to shower and dress without vomiting, and waited impatiently for her friends to arrive. Glancing over at her laptop she saw that Puck's picture was still on the screen and slammed the lid shut. Next to Rachel Berry, Noah Puckerman was easily her second least favorite person in the world. Him and his stupid mohawk. Although Puck was a good looking guy, he was a loser and Quinn Fabray didn't date losers. She had been forced to associate with him due to his friendship with Finn, but she had never given him a second thought , at least not until he had cut his hair in that ridiculous stripe. The first day he showed up with it, Santana had nearly tripped over her tongue in the hallway.

"That's sooo… hot! He looks so… dangerous," Santana had said.

Quinn had made fun of him, and she had spent almost three hours convincing Finn that he would look like an idiot when he announced he was going to follow his friend's lead. It was true, of course, there was no way Finn could pull that look off, but Puck… Quinn found herself staring at him when she knew no one looking. Santana had been right, it was hot. Quinn knew that Puck was a jerk, but every once in a while he'd catch her eyeing him, and the looks he gave her in return sent chills down her spine. His cocky grin made her knees weak, and made her think thoughts that she knew Jesus would definitely disapprove of. Still, Quinn had her reputation to think about and there was no place for Puck in her master plan.

Everything would have been fine if Rachel Berry hadn't come along and caused her boyfriend to go retarded.

Finn's behavior regarding Glee and Rachel had made her furious. His actions reflected directly on Quinn, and he was turning her into a laughingstock. Rachel seemed to encourage Finn to think for himself, and that was one quality Quinn did not appreciate in a boyfriend. Suddenly, he was no longer at her beck and call, and Rachel's little speech at the celibacy club meeting had made him question their physical relationship. Quinn was losing control, fast.

She still had to be around Puck, thanks to Santana, and they had commiserated over Finn's behavior. Puck was just as annoyed at his friend, and expressed his disgust over Finn's interest in Rachel.

"Why's he all about the freak, when his girlfriend is every guy's wet dream?" Puck had asked.

Quinn had been flattered and strangely turned on by the obscene compliment, and found herself making excuses to be around Puck. His attention was addictive, and she ate it up. He was everything Finn wasn't, dangerous, unpredictable and dominant. By the time Quinn realized she was in over her head, it was too late. The wine coolers had merely been an excuse for her to act on her impulses, and when it was over, she'd been ashamed of herself. She couldn't trust herself to be around Puck, and had talked Santana into breaking up with him.

Puck had seemed hurt by Quinn's sudden avoidance of him, which had surprised her, but she didn't care. She had joined Glee to get her boyfriend back, and set her world right again. Nothing could stop her from taking her rightful place as Queen of McKinley High. Especially not an annoying little sophomore glee freak with man hands.

Nothing, that is, except for the child growing inside of her. Puck's child.