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Three
Puck was blindsided when he walked into the choir room a few weeks later.
'You bastard! Were there no other girls you hadn't slept with?' Finn yelled, standing over Puck, who was sprawled on the floor, nursing a sore jaw.
Everyone flocked to Finn and Quinn as Kurt went to Puck.
He ignored the incredulous and stares from his glee-mates and began to inspect the bruise.
'Before you all get so high and mighty about Puck taking advantage of Quinn, you should remember that she could've said no,' Kurt stated, not looking up from his inspection.
'I did,' Quinn protested weakly, burying herself in Finn's side.
'No, you didn't. I wouldn't ever do anything like that to anyone and I certainly wouldn't sleep with my best friend's girlfriend. Not voluntarily anyways,' Puck snarled before he stormed from the room before anyone could recover.
Kurt suddenly found himself with an armful of sobbing Brittany. She may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but Brittany was far more attuned to them then they realized.
'What did he mean?' Rachel asked, almost afraid of the answer.
'That's not for me to tell,' Kurt replied coldly, even as he tried to sooth Brittany, who was still clinging to him.
'He took advantage of me! Why are you defending him?' Quinn suddenly screeched.
'Because I know what it's like to say no, and not have anyone listen,' he replied, before he pulled Brittany from the room.
Not wanting to think about what Kurt had implied, everyone rounded on Quinn for answers. Quinn rounded on Rachel.
'You stupid slut!' she went to slap Rachel but surprisingly Santana stopped her.
'She's not the slut Fabray,' she said, eerily calm. Puck was – she cared about him, she really did and no one hurt Puck without having to deal with her. As much as she wanted to make sure that Brittany was okay, she knew that the blonde was with Kurt.
And well someone had to deal with Barbie.
'What's going on Quinn?' Finn asked with a mixture of confusion and anger.
Ripping her hand out of Santana's hand, she gave everyone a look of pure anguish.
'Puck, he took advantage of me. I said no, but he just kept pushing,' a large tear spilled over her lashes.
'She's like an anime character,' Matt whispered to Mike, and Artie and Tina, who were in front of them, nodded in agreement.
'Finn, you have to believe me. I didn't want to have sex with Puck!' she pleaded.
'That's not what you said,' Puck stated from door, Kurt and Brittany behind him. 'You're the one who kept giving me beer laced with roofies. You're the one that wanted to have sex. I said no, I said we shouldn't because of Finn, but you didn't care.'
'You got hard, and you obviously enjoyed it!' she yelled back, running her hand over her small belly.
'He's 16, looking at linoleum makes him hard,' Kurt blurted angrily.
'Shut up, fag!' Quinn snarled, swinging at him.
Kurt easily dodged the flying hand, his eyes narrowed in anger.
'I always knew this pretty, sweet packaging hid a bitter filling,' he shot back.
Before she could retort, Finn stepped in, placing a hand on Puck's shoulder. 'Did she really do that to you?' he asked, looking to Puck like a lost puppy.
Puck nodded, 'I just wanted to forget it ever happened.' He couldn't quite meet Finn's eyes.
'You can't tell me you believe him?' Quinn demanded angrily.
'Why wouldn't I?' Finn replied, his anger finally coming through, 'I've known Puck a lot longer than I've known you.'
'I'm your girlfriend!'
'And he's my brother!'
'This is your fault!' Quinn spun on Rachel so fast that no one could stop her before she slapped her.
Finn was pulled Quinn away as she flailed about, as Kurt and Puck rushed to Rachel, who looked genuinely contrite.
'I'm sorry, I had no idea this was going to be so huge… I just… I'm sorry,' she repeated, looking at Puck, 'I didn't realize the magnitude of what happened. I didn't really think it through, I just thought it was unfair that everyone knew but Finn, and no was going to tell him.'
'This has nothing to do-' Kurt began, but Puck cut him off with a look.
'I appreciate you telling me, Rachel,' Finn offered, with a pointed look at every one and a glare for Quinn.h
'I'm the victim! I'm the one who's pregnant! I don't even want this… this… thing inside me!' Quinn yelled, as she started to hit her own stomach, startling everyone.
'Quinn, stop!' Mercedes was suddenly there, grabbing Quinn's hands and managing to subdue her.
'This is your own fault,' she stated, much calmer than anyone else. 'You decided to have sex with Puck. You decided not to listen to him. You decided to not use a condom. You! Not Puck. You made your own damn decisions and now you get to live with them,' she hissed, surprising everyone as she defended Puck.
She and Quinn had been growing closer, or at least everyone had thought they'd been.
Quinn gave a bellow of rage before she ran from the room. Everyone too shocked to go after her.
'I'm sorry I didn't ask what happened, dude,' Finn offered.
Puck shrugged, 'she is your girl.'
'Yeah, but bro's before ho's,' Finn retorted.
Puck blinked furiously, as he silently, and weakly, cursed the emotion exercise that the group had done two weeks ago. Ever since he'd become a weepy bastard.
Suddenly all their phones were going off, a cacophony of ring tones polluting the air.
Everyone gasped in surprise as they read the group text.
Quinn Fabray just tripped and fell down the front steps!