The doorbell rang at six o clock on Thursday night. Emma got up off the couch to go answer it. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner. It was one of the only things I did around the house. Emma didn't really want me cleaning, since I was pregnant, but I wasn't going to sit around and not do anything, after all she did for me. My parents raised me right.

I looked down the hall to see who it was. A woman was standing outside the door. I couldn't see her too well from the kitchen, but she looked hysterical. Her face was puffy and I could see from all the way down the hall that her eyes were bloodshot from crying. The poor woman was devastated. I was a little curious as to what she was doing on our doorstep, but I found out soon enough.

"Quinn, could you come in here?"

I was totally confused. What did I have to do with this lady and her problem? The lady pulled herself together enough to form a coherent sentence.

"Hi, honey. I'm Dianna Puckerman, Noah's mother."

Oh. That's what.

"Noah told me everything, I just wanted to tell you that if you ever need anything, just call, and I'll…" She broke off with a sob. I looked at her. Ms. Puckerman had worry lines and bags under her eyes, and looked like she hadn't had a good nights sleep in weeks. I wouldn't be surprised, what with her husband who walked out eight years ago, and Puck's occasional delinquency. Still, she couldn't have been older than like thirty-four or thirty-five. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if she told me that she had been in the same situation sixteen years ago.

The next day, I saw Puck at his locker. I started over there to talk to him about his mom's visit, but he was busy. I looked down a little to see none other than Rachel Berry, going on and on about something the way only she can. And Puck didn't seem annoyed or bored at all. He was looking at her in a way I'd never seen him look at anyone before. Like he just wanted to plant one on her in front of everyone. It was sweet, but at the same time it kind of made me want to hurl my breakfast all over the floor.

And then, oh my God, he did.

Everyone who saw the whole thing was in shock. Most people didn't pay much attention the first time they were together. They kind of figured he'd leave her right after he slept with her just to prove he could. That was kind of Puck's thing. It freaked them the hell out to see him kissing some girl he'd ALREADY broken up with, especially when said girl was Rachel freaking Berry.

When they finally came up for air, she was absolutely glowing with happiness, but she didn't look surprised or anything, indicating that this wasn't the first time they've kissed since they broke up. Again, gross. Puck had a smear of pink lipstick all across his mouth, which was super attractive. Then Rachel saw me and looked all guilty all of the sudden. I guess she felt bad for making out with a guy in front the girl who's having his baby. As if I wanted him. Puck saw me too and waved me over.

"Hey, baby-mama. What's going on?"

"Clearly, my thing is not as important as what's going on here, so… What exactly is going on here?"

"It's just… we… um." Rachel said, blushing furiously.

"Chill, baby." He told her. "Quinn's cool. Yeah, this kind of happened last night."

"Oh, you mean last night after you told your mom that I'm having your baby. Weird, but go on." I responded.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot she went over there. So I was upset cuz I made my mom cry. And I called Berry and she came over and then, well, this happened."

So. Puck likes to make out with his ex-girlfriends to get over the guilt of making his mother cry. Well, I guess it worked for him.

"This didn't just happen, Quinn." Rachel finally said, still bright pink, but much more articulate. "It wasn't like, a booty call or anything. We were just talking at first."

Ohhkay. I had to fight the urge to laugh hysterically at the fact that Rachel just used the term "Booty call". Honestly, it was surprising that such words were polluting her virginal little brain.

"No, it's fine, you don't have to tell me." I said, wanting right now to squish any suspicion that I might be jealous. Maybe a little, the first time they were a couple, but not now. After everything, there was really only one person I could worry about, and that was the baby.

"So." Puck said, changing the subject. "You met my mom…"

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