~Author's Note~ This is an AU story of Quinn's pregnancy from Season 1. Some events may be the same and some may not. I do not own Glee, just the idea for this story and my OC characters.

"She wasn't exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way." - Nicholas Sparks

Chapter 1: Trouble is Imminent

Quinn's POV

As I saw him walking towards me, this nervous feeling began to overwhelm me and I prayed that he'd take the news well. Once he was close enough, he pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss. I wished time would freeze, keeping us like this forever, but I couldn't keep this a secret anymore. I broke the kiss and said, "Babe, stop. We really need to talk."He let out a sigh as he pulled away in frustration and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. This type of reaction was so typical of him, never satisfied with anything if he's "sexually frustrated." Come to think of it, it's probably the reason we're in this mess. Judging by his facial expressions, he was beginning to lose whatever patience he had. My heart began to race and I started to rethink my decision. I shook my head slightly, strengthening my resolve. No more chickening out, I had to tell him. "Puck, I don't know how to say this so, I'm just going to blurt it out. Okay?" I said nervously.

"Whatever it is just say it already."He said bluntly.

"I'm pregnant," I said quietly.

"You're what?!" He said, a slight quiver in his voice.

"I'm pregnant!" I repeated, this time a little louder.

God, just as I expected, the uncomfortable silence began. He could barely speak, let alone look at me. Finally, after about ten minutes he acknowledged my presence.

"How could you do this to me?" He exclaimed angrily.

"What do you mean by that?!" I said irritably.

"You had to get pregnant with my child!"

"You think I asked for this to happen?!" I screamed furiously. He didn't reply, so I kept going. "Why is this all my fault? It takes two people to have sex, Puck! Weren't you the one who refused to wear the damn condom?"

"I didn't think it was necessary! You were supposed to be on the pill," He snapped back.

"I am on the pill! Stop yelling, or my family will hear you! I haven't exactly told them yet." I countered, my voice shaking slightly.

"You know what, I hope they do hear! I'd love to see your father's reaction." He sneered, his eyes burning with rage.

"I can't believe you just said that to me!" I said, tears burning at the back of my eyes.

"Well believe it, bitch. You ruined my life. As of now you and I are over," he said as he walked away.

At that moment, it felt as though a part of me was torn to pieces. How stupid was I to believe that anyone could love me? Not even my father loved me. My god; my father was going to kill me! Trying to collect my thoughts, I could see my father standing in the front of my doorway. Well, I guess now is as good a time as any. Before I could even get a word out, his fist collided with every inch of my body. The pain was coursing through me, but all I could think of was my baby. I screamed for him to stop, but it was as if he didn't hear me. My body was screaming in pain, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. His beating went on for a good ten minutes before ceasing.

I could feel the blood dripping not just from my face but from other parts of my body as well. Bruises were starting to form and my body was so beaten, I could barely move. All I can manage to say was, "Why?"

His eyes narrowed in anger, "Because you're a pregnant whore. I always knew you'd be a worthless bitch, just like your mother." He paused to readjust his tie in the mirror. "I'm feeling charitable today, so this is what's going to happen." He cleared his throat before turning back to face me. "I'll give you 30 min to pack whatever you want to take with you, but once those 30 min is up, I want you to get the fuck out of this house and never come back."

I slowly got to my feet and in a weak voice said, "Daddy, I know this must be hard for you and I'm sorry. But I just need my daddy to hold me and tell me everything's going to be okay."

He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "You are not my daughter. I want you OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"

Fine by me. I refused to stay another minute. I mustered up all the strength I had, packed whatever I could gather and made my way over to Santana's house. Thank God it wasn't too far.

~Author's Note~: So, if you can't tell, Puck isn't a good dude and he'll most likely remain that way for the entirety of this story. Apologies to any Puck fans out there. I also apologize for the short chapter, but I promise to have the next chapter out soon!