Chapter 2

A/N: I don't own Glee

I'm sorry this has taken so long. I'm rushing to get this out because this nor'easter is pounding the hell out of us here in Norfolk, Va. I wanted to get this out now in case i lose power. Ahh...life as a Navy wife is never dull but that's getting off point. I just want to say thanks to everyone that has read and reviewed the first chapter. I just finished my last story and now I can focus on this one. I hope you guys enjoy this. I really do appreciate all of the support I've gotten. Thanks again.

PucksPOV:

Pregnant? Pregnant!! I stand looking around the hallway and everyone is just looking at me. "What the fuck are you guys staring at?!!" I growl lowly and everyone just stands aside as I push through the crowd. She can't be pregnant? I used a condom. At least I think I did. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not how this was supposed to work out. We were just suppose to make out a little but no she had to smell so good, taste so good, and fuck she felt so warm and soft.

Now I sound like a bitch. I head to the auditorium because she is so damn predictable. I know she'll be there probably singing her heart out like she always does. Why do I even care? Oh right…because I don't wanna be like my good for nothing deadbeat father.

I walk in the auditorium and she's there but not singing. She crying and now I feel even more shitier than before. I walk slowly up to the stage trying to figure out what to say to her. "Hey." Is all I can come up with. She sniffles louder but doesn't say anything. Great, fucking great I don't know how to deal with crying women. A crying Berry is even scarier.

I walk up onto the stage and take a seat next to her. She has her knees pulled to her chest and arms wrapped tightly around them. He cheek is pressed to her knees and her eyes are closed. She just keeps crying. I can deal with a drunken Berry and even the crazy 'I need to get every solo' Berry in glee but this crying Berry is freaking me out. She's almost human.

"I…I…umm can take care of it…and you. I have my pool cleaning business. I do all right." I say staring at the back of her head. She just snorts in disgust. "Look Berry I'm not going to be like my father. I won't leave you to deal with this alone." I say and her head snaps up. She's looking at me intensely as if she's trying to see if I'm telling the truth.

I take a good look at her. Her eyes are red and puffy and her face is a little pale and flushed. She looks tired and her shoulders are sagging as if the weight of the world is pressing down on her. "How…how do you know it's yours?" She says curtly. "It doesn't take a real genius to figure out that you were a virgin. I mean you were good at all the kissing and other stuff but I could tell I was your first." I say cringing inwardly at how stupid I was.

It was just a game, a way to get under her skin. I really didn't have any intention of doing the deed with her. In fact I had plans to bump pelvises with Santana that night. But somehow Rachel Fucking Berry changed that. She smelled exotic like mangos and flowers. She even tasted better than she smelled. Sweet and salty like chocolate covered pretzels.

Her soft curves felt amazing under my fingertips and I'm getting a little excited just thinking about that night. I adjust myself a little trying to hide my growing bulge. I don't think it's really appropriate to get hard while talking to the girl you knocked up during a drunken one night stand.

"Berry I meant what I said. I'll take care of you. I'm not saying we have to be together but we can at least try and be friends, even if it's just for the baby." I say and she just bites her bottom lip. She looks so vulnerable and scared. It's a little weird seeing her this way. She's always like a crazy determined diva midget but now she seems like a real person.

"Ok." She says in a small voice. "So how is this going to work? Have you decided anything?" I ask my stomach clenching painfully of the thought that she might want an abortion or to give the baby away. She takes a deep breath and wipes her cheeks dry and sniffles a little. "Well I do fully support a woman's right to choose, I just don't feel that I could do something like that." She says her large espresso eyes filling with tear.

Shit, why does she have to keep crying? "Ok, I don't think I would want you to do that either." I say and she gives me a watery smile. At least the tears are easing up. "I'm not completely sure about adoption yet. We're so young Puck and I... I'm not entirely sure if I could be a good mother." She says the tears threatening to come back.

"It's ok Berry. I get it. We don't have to decide everything right now. Let's just take this one step at a time. I know that sounds corny but I think that's what's best." I say and for some odd reason I take her small warm hand in mine. She gives me a little smile and squeezes my hand tightly. "Ok. Umm…Puck my fathers know but they don't know who the father is. I really don't want to tell them that it was just some one night stand." She says her eyes pleading with me to understand.

I swallow hard. Her fathers know. Great, at least I hope they don't own a gun. I've never been good around parents. Mothers are easy to charm but fathers are a whole other story. "I get it Berry. I guess we can pretend that we've been seeing each other secretly. It's the least I could do for you. My reputation isn't all that great but I don't want to tarnish yours more than it will be." I say and she surprises me by sliding into my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck in a tight hug.

"Thank you." She says softly. I reluctantly return the hug and for some strange reason it's not entirely bad. Her tiny form fits nicely against mine and it freaks me out how much I don't want to let her go. I stand up quickly and drag her up with me and grab her hand. "Well I guess if we want everyone to think we are together we might as well start acting like a couple." I say and get ready to walk off the stage.

Rachel hesitates for a moment. "What?" I ask. "If we are going to pretend we are a couple I think there should be some kind of ground rules." She says reverting back to her diva self. "Fire away Berry." I say trying not to get irritated with her. "First no sex. It just obviously complicates everything. Also only kissing and touching when necessary. "She says and I just nod my head."Oh and please call me Rachel." She says with a small smile.

"Alright Ber…Rachel. I have a few conditions myself. We stay together for a few months then have a public breakup. We'll just say the stress of the baby caused us to end things. Then we can say we'll be friends for the sake of the baby. How's that sound?" I say watching her think for a moment. "That seems very reasonable Noah." She says softly. "Noah?" I say shocked. No one and I mean no one other than my mother calls me Noah.

"I mean if you call me Rachel, I can call you Noah. Or I could use some other form of endearment. Maybe darling, or sweetheart." She says with a small smirk. "No. Noah is fine." I say and suddenly realize that I'm still holding her hand and that it feels kind of ok. She smooths out her skirt with her other hand and we head for the exit.

We both take a deep breath and let it out. The bell rings again as I push open the door. I hadn't noticed we were in there for that long. We step out into the hall hand in hand everyone seems to be doing a double take. Rachel looks like a deer caught in headlights but I tug her along down the hallway. I can already hear the whispers about us. Rachel looks up at me and I just shrug my shoulder. What the hell I might as well give them a show. I lean down and peck her quickly on the lips.

She looks shocked but at least she didn't slap me. I can hear several gasp and I can't help but smirk. I pull her along with me not really caring what anyone else thinks. It's just another day at William McKinley High.

A/N: Please Review. Next up the beginning of a beautiful friendship, well maybe.