I uploaded this like last week and then forgot about it. Sorry :D

"Oh my gosh, I'm already becoming a walrus!" Quinn silently murmured to herself as she closely examined her growing stomach. It wasn't that noticeable yet, it just looked like she had had a big lunch. And since she was no longer on the Cheerios, there was no need to wear the uniform every day. Thank God. What would sue Sylvester do if Quinn had gotten pregnant before Nationals? Ironically the night after the Cheerios won Nationals was also the night Puck won a major prize. But Quinn would have much rather preferred a trophy for that instead of a baby. So would her body.

"Sup MILF?" A voice startled her.

"Oh my God!" She jerked as she let go of her shirt, letting it fall back down, and put a hand to her racing heart, "You scared the begeezus out of me, Puck!"

"Sorry."

"What are you doing here? How'd you get in?"

"I let myself in, the front door was open. I hope you don't mind," he said.

"What do you want? To insult me some more?" Quinn said as she crossed her arms.

"No, I wanted to apologize," Puck shrugged as he held his head low and his hands in his pockets. He was clearly uncomfortable. Noah Puckerman wasn't one that often apologized.

"For what?" Quinn provoked him.

"For being a total douche to you. This is my fault, too," he said as he stepped closer, being almost face-to-face with Quinn.

"Well that's grand that you've finally realized that, but it doesn't help me at all."

"Hey, my dad's a deadbeat, but I don't roll that way. I'm gonna help you do this," Puck took her hand and put a stack of money in her hand.

"What's this?"

"It's from my pool cleaning money. I know you'll need money. For our kid."

"For my kid," Quinn stated. She had no idea where this sudden change of heart had come for him, but he couldn't just walk in and take over the situation.

"Our kid," Puck corrected, "I've had some time to think. I know we broke up, bu-"

"You mean you broke up with me."

"Yeah, sorry about that. But we can totally do this!"

"Puck, I'm going off to Yale next month," Quinn shook her head, letting herself imagine what it would be like if they could actually do this. Yale was too big of a dream to give up.

"I'll come with you!"

"No, no, you can't do that. You can't leave Lima for me," Quinn said as she sat down on her bed.

"The hell I can't. We're having a baby!" Puck sat next to her.

"You think I'm going to keep it?" Quinn asked, startling Puck.

"What do you mean? You're having an abor-"

"No! Don't even say that word. I mean, you think I'm going to raise this child? I'm going to one of the most prestige universities in the country, I can't raise a baby! I've seen Teen Mom, okay?"

"So what, then?"

"I don't know!" Quinn cried in frustration, putting her head in her hands.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Puck said as he pulled her in, stroking her head softly, "I got ambition, you know. I'd get us a house, some stuff, furniture... We could be a family."

Quinn rose her head and looked into Puck's eyes. She had looked in them so many times before but she'd never seen this look before. He looked as genuine and caring. Maybe this baby was going to change him. Maybe they could do this.

"But what about Yale?"

"People go to college and raise kids all the time."

"Puck, Yale isn't some community college, it's intense. People have to actually study."

"I'll get a job and we'll get a sitter. Quinn, I'm telling you, we can do this!"

"But what if I don't want to be a teenage mom?" Quinn cried with tears in her eyes.

Puck didn't speak for a minute or so. For some reason he hadn't considered this, which now seems kind of stupid, because of course she doesn't want to be a teen mom.

"So what do you want then?" Puck finally asked.

"I want out of this whole situation!"

Puck took Quinn's hand in his, "But we're in this together, babe. And we have to deal with this. We still have time to figure this out. Doesn't being pregnant last like 6 months?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and was secretly wondering if she had chosen the right guy to have a baby with.

June 16th.

Had to miss the Tony awards, but family comes first. Daddy's been having a tough time with the chemo, so it's good that I'm here. And I wasn't even nominated, so no biggie. Had a blast watching it on TV with Jesse and Quinn last night. Jesse and I have started to spend a lot of time together, he's a ton of fun. At first it seemed a bit strange hanging out with him, but now I've kind of gotten used to it. Quinn at first also seemed to be baffled by the idea but then she saw it was purely platonic and had no objections. We just have so much in common, it's astonishing. Also, I have this strange feeling Jesse has a crush on me. It could be I'm just imagining things, because these types of things always are imagined - just like the time I called the NYPD and tried to get a restraining order against the man that was stalking me. Except it turned out he just lived in my building. So I don't want to call Jesse out on anything. And why would I think he has a crush on me in the first place? Could it be because I have a crush on him, too? True, I had a crush on him when I was younger, but he was Quinn's dreamy older brother I'd never admit to anyone I dreamt of marrying. Now that we're both adults the situation is much more different. At least it feels like it should be. If Jesse and I did in fact like each other (hypothetically, of course) what would be the next step? He's been giving subtle hints, but they were truly subtle. Ok, some of them weren't. At all. But still, what am I to do? How on earth would Quinn react if I ever told her I liked her brother? It would be too awkward to talk to her about it. And wait a second, this hypothesis has gotten way too deep into detail. Besides, I nev

Rachel was cut off by her phone buzzing. She put the pen down on her diary and opened the newly received message. Speak of the devil...

Hi, what are you up to? It's a gorgeous night outside. Wanna go for a walk? I need some fresh air.

Jesse always made the obnoxious excuse that he simply needed to do something. He needed to go see Avatar in 3D at the movie theater again. He needed Rachel to listen to him practice a new audition song and evaluate him. He needed to test out his spaghetti skills on someone not blood related. He sure was a needy person.

Do I have a choice?

There's always a choice, Berry. But I strongly advise not to fight this.

Rachel smirked at this statement. He was so cocky, but with good reason. Who could resist the St. James charm?

You live too far away, my little legs aren't walking that far.

Rachel Berry, that's who.

How about we both meet at the park?

The park didn't seem that far away. And Rachel had been sitting at home all day, maybe she should get out of the house for a while.

Fine. I'll be there in 15.

Try and make it 10. I'm already waiting.

Rachel couldn't fight the huge grin that was gracing her face, she shook her head and let out a little chuckle. How the hell did he always know how to play his cards right? She quickly reapplied some make-up, fixed her hair and was off to the park. Thankfully her dads had already gone to bed, so she wouldn't have to worry about explaining where she was going.

"Seems to me you've already gotten your fair share of fresh air, what do you need me for?" Rachel said as she headed toward Jesse, who was sitting on the bench in the park.

"You can never have too much fresh air, Rachel. I know this is a foreign concept in New York, but it's good for you."

"You know, I think I read that in a magazine once," she laughed.

"No!" Jesse gasped, "Shallow fashion magazines advertise something that is actually free? I don't believe it!"

Rachel laughed and gave him a light punch on the shoulder, "Seriously, though, why did you drag me out in the middle of the night?"

"It's 10 o'clock Rachel, not the middle of the night. Stop being so dramatic. As I said, it's a gorgeous night outside and there's no reason for anyone not be enjoy it," Jesse stated, as he looked up to the starry sky.

"It is rather lovely," Rachel agreed and also looked up as well.

They stood there for a while, examining the sky, until Jesse finally spoke, "Don't you just love stars? They're millions of miles away, and yet they shine so bright that we can still see them from here."

"To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest."

Jesse looked away from the sky to Rachel, "What was that?"

"Just a little quote I have in my repertoire," she smiled back at him, "It's kind of my mantra."

"Whose quote is it?"

"Oh, I don't know, I just Googled star and that's what I came up with," Rachel said as they both laughed.

"Well, I like it. It fits you well."

Rachel felt a blush creeping up so she looked away, "Jesse, I need to ask you something." She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but she knew it had to be done.

Jesse crossed his arms and nodded.

"It might sound kind of stupid. But we've been spending a lot of time together," Rachel suddenly felt like a giddy school girl as she was looking at the ground and playing with her fingers, "and I just wanted to ask you if there's an alternate motive behind it."

"Like what?"

"I-I don't know. It just seems lik-"

"Rachel, I like you. You're good company. You're interesting. That's it. But we can stop hanging out if you have some objection," Jesse tried to do some damage control. Once he heard the words coming out of Rachel's mouth it hit him that this seemed wrong. He had gotten carried away with all this, and it was obviously making Rachel feel uncomfortable. He was being so stupid, thinking Rachel would ever get involved with him. But she was just so darn cute!

"No, no, it's okay. I was just checking," she replied, a little embarrassed. Of course he wasn't interested in her like that, it was stupid to even consider such a thing. How would she play this off now? Ah, yes! "It's kind of nice to spend time with someone who doesn't have his own agenda," Rachel confessed.

"Oh, I have an agenda alright. I'll be asking for many favors back in New York, in exchange for all those dinners at Breadstix," he joked. Being all serious with Rachel seemed weird. He much rather kept to the teasing and kidding around.

"That's sounds fair," Rachel laughed. Maybe she could be just friends with Jesse. Hang out in New York and go see shows a bunch together. This could work.

The truth was they were both so deep in denial, who knew what it would take to make them see the light.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Santana exclaimed as Puck entered his own room.

"I was out," he replied, not being surprised she was in his room.

"Well, I hope you're ready for some anger sex, cuz' mama's be's mad now," Santana said as she pulled her top over her head and grabbed at Puck's shirt.

"Santana, stop," Puck stepped away.

"I'm sorry? Did you just say the forbidden word?"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Did someone hit you on the head or something?" Santana asked, crossing her arms in confusion.

"No, I'm fine, I just don't feel like fucking you tonight, alright?" Puck let out as a growl.

"I'm a little lost. Because unless you've gone gay, that doesn't make any sense," she said, waving her hands in the air, "No, actually, even if you'd be gay you'd still totally tap this."

"Quinn and I are back together. Well, at least I think we are," Puck said.

Santana rolled her eyes, "Of course you are. That bitch keeps stealing my men, doesn't she get tired of it?"

"Hey, don't call her that! And I'm not your man."

"Whatever, screw this," she rolled her eyes again, "I'm out. This is bullshit." Santana knew Puck would always chose Quinn over her. She and Puck were just fuck buddies, but Puck was in love with Quinn, even if he had broken up with her. He didn't know the first thing about what it meant to be in a relationship, which usually worked to Santana's advantage. But she was getting tired of sharing him with Quinn.

"Santana, don't be like this."

"The fuck I won't. When Quinn dumps you again, don't bother calling me."

Puck stood there in silence as Santana put her shirt back on and left. That was one of the hardest things he had ever done, because Santana Lopez was one of the hottest girls in Ohio and he was a dude. He had needs. But it was time to grow up and move on. Puck was going to be a dad. A father.

"Good morning!" a chipper Rachel said as she entered the kitchen and gave each of her dads a peck on the cheek.

"Morning, honey. You're up late," Leroy noted, as it was already past 10 o'clock in the morning. Rachel usually got up at 8, at the latest.

"Yeah, I thought I'd sleep in today. I haven't done that in a while," Rachel replied. Truth was she had been out with Jesse till about 2 o'clock in the morning. She had quietly sneaked back inside and was thankful no one noticed. Nothing happened with Jesse, they had a great time just sitting in the park and talking. There was a little singing, too. Okay, actually a lot. And before they knew it, it was already over 2 o'clock.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I'm off to work, I have a meeting at 11:00. Love you two," Leroy said as he picked up his briefcase.

"Have a nice day!" Hiram called out.

"Love you, too," Rachel added and then turned to Hiram, "So, what are we up to today?"

"Oh, I was thinking we could do some head shining for a few hours, but nothing too ridiculous," her dad answered sarcastically.

"Oh my gosh, that's exactly what I was thinking!" Rachel laughed, "How are you feeling today?"

"A little nauseous, so if you feel like baking anything today, I'd rather you not."

"Okay, I can deal with that," Rachel smirked, "How about we watch some Modern Family? We still haven't finished season 1."

"Sure," Hiram replied as Rachel got up to look through the DVD's, "Will Jesse be joining us?"

"What?" Rachel jerked. What the hell was that? Did he know where she had been last night?

"And Quinn? You three seem to be doing everything together lately."

"Oh," Rachel sighed, "No, I think they're busy today."

"How long is Jesse back in town, anyway?" Hiram asked as he sat himself down on the couch.

"Uhm, he's not completely sure yet," Rachel replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable and noticeably avoiding eye contact with her father for some reason.

"You've seemed to be talking about him a lot recently."

"I have?" Rachel acted surprised as she put the disc in the DVD player.

"Well, you always talk a lot, but you've spoken an exceptional amount more of him than anyone else."

"Huh... I don't know, I guess we just have a lot in common. He's on Broadway, too, you know."

"I think it's nice you're close with that family again. Brings back old memories."

"Like?"

"You two girls would always blame Jesse for mischievous acts you committed. Like the time you made that "mud bath" in the backyard, and ended up just throwing a bunch of mud in the pool? I'm surprised he even still talks to you," he chuckled.

"Oh, well, we've grown up now, Daddy," Rachel smiled, as she took a spot next to him on the couch. She didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable talking about Jesse this time with her dad, but she did. She talked about him before with no problem. In fact, she knew what this was. But she also knew this couldn't be happening.

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy! Don't forget that by leaving a review you become 10 times more awesome in life :)

I know I promised more St. Berry in this chapter. I totally suck, I know. I just got a little carried away with Puck. Anyway, I promise the next chapter will be at least 80% St. Berry/Jesse/Rachel.