Summary: "Deleted" or "missing" Quick scenes from every episode of Glee starting from Episode 1.01 – "Pilot" and continuing onward. Sometimes there will be a few "scenes" and other times, there will be one per chapter/"episode."
Rating: M for a few adult situations, and likely some potty mouth from Puck.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. I am merely borrowing them for my stories. That is all.

A/N - Sorry for the long wait! School and writers' block got to me! I hope that you are all still down for sticking around!

Episode 1.03 – "Acafellas"

Quinn was pretty sure that she was pregnant.

And by "pretty sure," she meant "pretty positive"…and that was without taking a test.

She was a week and a half late (she's never late) and puking every hour on the hour, all day long (she never gets sick).

She had a pregnancy test in her back pack that she bought four days ago, but she wasn't even the slightest bit inclined to take it. A positive pregnancy test would only serve to ruin the perfect life that Quinn Fabray had worked so damn hard to build for herself, and why would she be in a hurry to do that?

No. She would take her time. She would put it off for as long as possible because that was really the only thing that she had control over at the moment. Well… that and her ability to make Finn and that Broadway freak Rachel Berry squirm, which was exactly what she was planning on doing to distract herself.

After learning that it was essential not just for her relationship with Finn, but for the Cheerios that she destroyed the glee club, Quinn put all of her time and energy into carrying out the plan that she was given. And even though that plan ended up taking a turn for the weird and emotional when the crazy short dude was overthrown by the club, Quinn was at least glad to have had a distraction for a while.

She spoken to Puck in a few days, which was exactly what she (hadn't) wanted. He was the type of guy who bragged about being a "hit it and quit it" kind of guy, so she was surprised he'd pursued her for as long as he did. She shuddered (hopefully imperceptively) at the thought.

She'd seen him making out with Santana at the end of the hallway a few days before, and though she really had no room to be upset, it did bother her to know that she could easily be just another notch in his belt.

Taking a deep, calming breath at the thought of Puck off screwing Santana and whoever else, Quinn reached for Finn's hand with a small smile. At least she could count on him.

Sure, their relationship wasn't all fire, ice, angst and passion like her… whatever that was… with Puck, but Finn did love her, and despite the fact that he seemed to be obsessed with Rachel Berry lately, he was good to her. With him, she had a sure thing. There were no questions in her mind about whether he would run off with some other cheerio or screw some random girl behind the bleachers at the football stadium. While she was pretty sure that Puck might drop all of that for her (especially if he knew she were pregnant), she couldn't be completely sure… and Quinn Fabray didn't settle for "might" or "maybe." She settled for safe… and the popularity that came from her relationship with Finn wasn't a terrible perk either.

And who knew? Maybe Finn wouldn't mind so much when he found out that she was pregnant. Maybe she could even convince him that he was the father. He was certainly dumb enough to buy it.

XOXOXOXOXO

Singing 90s music and shaking his booty wasn't exactly how Puck wanted to be spending his free time, but he needed a huge fucking distraction.

Sure, the fact that Santana dumped him in a crowded hallway was a bruise to his ego, but she was still down to get him off a few times a week, so that didn't bother him so much. What bothered him was the fact that Quinn was able to walk around the school with a giant stupid smile on her face to go along with her giant stupid boyfriend (no offense to Finn), while Puck was bored and fucking alone.

That wasn't fair, and he wasn't about to act like a love sick puppy in her presence (at least not anymore). In fact, if he could stay out of her presence altogether, that would be completely fine by him.

(Yeah, he was pissed. So what?)

So if showing off his sweet voice and sexy dance moves was the best way of distracting himself from all of that, Puck was totally willing to do it.

Listening to Finn whine and complain about the fact that he couldn't choose between staying with Quinn or ditching her for Rachel Berry wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but who cares? Maybe Puck could put a good word in for the slushy magnet, and Quinn could end up single and looking (hopefully for a boyfriend with a mohawk).

"I mean… I don't really want to break up with Quinn, but Rachel is just so…," Finn paused, searching for the right word to describe the tiny brunette. "Rachel." How original. "I really care about her."

Puck shrugged his shoulders, and grabbed his water bottle before taking a long pull from it. "So go be with Rachel. Sure, it'll suck the life out of your frickin' social status, but didn't joining glee club kinda already do that for you?"

"I guess," Finn said with a nod. "Plus, Quinn is kind of a prude. And that kiss with Rachel in the auditorium was awesome."

Puck nodded his head, feeling a stab of anger at the thought of Finn cheating on Quinn and being so nonchalant about it. He didn't really have room to feel that way, though. "So I've heard."

"But… I'm not a complete outcast yet, and dating Quinn kinda helps with that," Finn said, moving back into his dancing position. "I guess I'll just wait it out a little longer and see where this whole thing goes."

Puck didn't say anything in return. He just moved back into his dancing position and glowered at the floor. Fuck… this is exactly why he never wanted to actually like a chick.

XOXOXOXO

Quinn's eyes were still wide at the news that Puck was part of that stupid Acafellas group. She couldn't believe it.

In fact, she'd called Finn a liar when he'd said it.

Sure, Puck could sing – he'd shown off his skills a little bit during their…thing together… but she'd never pegged him for the type to join a singing group.

Deciding that she had to see for herself, Quinn took a long detour home after hanging out at Santana's house and stopped by the place where the Acafellas were set to perform. She did want to make her relationship with Finn work, after all, and what kind of girlfriend would she be not to at least see one of his performances?

Slipping into the back row of the performance hall, she chuckled at her own stupidity. Why was she here? She'd been so adamant about not running into Puck anymore, so why the hell was she here?

Before she had time to answer her own question, however, the music started, the lights came on and one by one, the Acafellas turned around and sure enough… there he was.

Quinn found herself smiling, captivated by the cockiness of his dance moves and the smoothness of his voice. He was the best one out there by far.

She snapped out of her trance quickly, catching herself giggling at his pelvic thrust from the floor. Telling herself that she'd only come in to catch a glance of him, she stood up and quickly left through the back exit.

She didn't catch the eyes of the mohawked boy who found her retreating back from the stage or the smile her being there had brought to his face.

XOXOXOXO

She couldn't play stupid anymore.

Waking up every morning with a nauseas feeling that made her run straight to the bathroom wasn't something that she could ignore.

The fact that her last period was moving further and further away from what was supposed to be her next one didn't help either.

Heading to school super early, Quinn locked herself in a stall in the deserted girls bathroom on the third floor and pulled the pink box from her backpack with a calming breath. She couldn't believe her life had come to this.

She read the directions and then went about fulfilling them quickly, trying her best not to talk herself out of it.

Then it was time to wait.

She didn't make a show about turning the test upside down and waiting the directed three minutes.

No.

Quinn Fabray was the type of person who liked to face her problems head on (at least, she'd like to be that type of person), so she watched with baited breath as one pink line appeared on the little stick in her hand… and then a second slowly followed.

By the end of those three minutes, her face was soaked with tears, and her chest felt like an elephant had sat down on it.

Pregnant.

What the hell was she going to do?