Chapter Seven: 8 Weeks

"A singer in a smoky room," Puck's strong voice filled the choir room. He had joined Glee after the football team's dance, and Mr Shue had asked him and Quinn if they wanted to sing together, since Rachel was still absent from the club.

"A smell of wine and cheap perfume," Quinn's voice wavered slightly, nervous at singing a solo in front of the others, but pleased that Mr Shue had believed she could do it.

"For a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on..." Their voices blended together perfectly, Quinn feeling more confident as Puck smiled down at her.

The rest of the Glee Club carried on with the background singing, but Puck could instantly tell that Quinn was going to be sick, seconds before she ran from the room, her hand cupped over her mouth.

"Quinn are you okay?" Mr Shue asked, and Puck shot a worried look to Santana.

"I think she just had a bad breakfast burrito," Puck offered quickly.

When Mr Shue had told everyone to take a five minute break, he called Puck over to him.

"Is everything okay with Quinn?" He asked quietly, knowing quite well that Quinn was probably pregnant, but wondering if Puck would admit it to him.

"You're a smart man, Mr Shue, I'm sure you can figure it out," Puck shrugged, not wanting to admit to the teacher, but glad an uninvolved adult was now aware.

"Has she told her parents?" Mr Shue queried and Puck let out a harsh laugh.

"Have you seen her face?"

"Please tell me she isn't still at home," Mr Shue pleaded, and Puck glanced over at Santana who was watching the pair closely.

"She's staying with Santana," Puck informed the teacher. "Mr Shue, we'd rather word didn't get out about this, okay?"

"You can always talk to me okay, Puck?" Mr Shue told the teenager, deciding there was something more to the story, but not being able to figure out what Puck was holding back on saying. "And Quinn too."

"Thanks Mr Shue," Puck smiled. "I'm just going to check on Quinn."

Puck left the choir room, gesturing to Santana to leave as well, and once she had permission from a suspicious Mr Shue, she met Puck out in the hallway.

"He guessed?" Santana asked Puck, he and Mr Shue had been talking so quietly but she was able to work out what the conversation was about.

"I guess throwing up at school all the time was bound to become noticed at some point," Puck shrugged. "Besides, I think if anyone here has to know, it's a good thing it's Mr Shue."

Santana nodded, turning the corner to head towards the nearest bathroom where they knew they would find Quinn. "I feel bad that I've stopped throwing up and Quinn still can't keep any food in her stomach."

"I'm glad I don't have to worry quite so much about you now," Puck admitted, brushing his fingers against Santana's hand as they reached the bathroom and entered it.

Quinn emerged from the cubicle, her face pale as she shot the pair a feeble smile, reminding Santana so much of the day she had first found Quinn throwing up in the cubicle next to her.

"You alright, Princess?" Puck asked, worry filling his eyes, even after Quinn nodded.

"I don't think this little one likes anything I eat," Quinn grumbled.

"So uh, Mr Shue kinda guessed that you were preggers," Santana offered, deciding it was best to tell the blonde girl right away.

Quinn paused for a second, her eyes looking up into the mirror and meeting with the dark browns that belonged to Santana. Shrugging, Quinn continued to wash her hands as she spoke.

"I trust him," Quinn decided. "If someone had to know, I'm glad it's him. Did he let the two of you out to check on me?"

"He let me come, but was a little suspicious when this one here suddenly had to pee the second I left the room," Puck teased.

"Hey!" Santana argued. "You were the one who tilted your head, telling me to come with."

"I had a kink in my neck!" Puck lied with a grin, making Santana reach out and slap his arm. "Ouch!"

"Play nicely," Quinn warned the two of them, unable to help the smile that spread across her face at how easily the three of them were able to get along and tease each other. "Now come on, we better get back to rehearsal before someone gets suspicious."

The next day, Mr Shue brought along Rachel's replacement, a middle aged woman named April Rhodes, who impressed them all with her rendition of "Maybe This Time", despite her being so much older than the rest of the Glee Club.

After Glee, Cheerios practice and football practice, Santana, Quinn and Puck headed back to Santana and Quinn's house, dumping their school bags upstairs before going back to the kitchen where Santana and Quinn tried to find food that would satisfy their cravings.

"I really want ice cream," Quinn muttered as she dug around in the freezer. "Vanilla with chocolate sauce."

"I need cookies," Santana answered, her head in the pantry as she searched for the flavour she felt like. "Ooh here they are!"

Puck only shook his head and laughed, knowing that having two pregnant girlfriends was never going to be easy, and glad that this time they had both found what they were craving, as he was already doing food runs to satisfy various cravings.

The three sat at the table with their snacks and homework, though as usual Quinn was the only one who was doing any studying.

"What did you think of April?" Santana questioned and Puck grinned.

"She's smoking for an old lady."

"Dude, keep it in your pants!" Santana exclaimed. "You have two smoking ladies right here, who are not like 50 years old."

"I said for an old lady!" Puck defended. "Quinn!"

"You set yourself up for that one," Quinn shook her head, somehow whenever Puck and Santana were trying to tease the other, one of them dragged her into it, trying to get her to take their side.

"You're no fair," Puck complained. "Either of you."

"Guess you can just go home and then when Quinn is finished her homework I'll have her all to myself," Santana shrugged, her voice teasing. So far it was working out perfectly between the three, though Santana loved to tease Puck about the fact that she and Quinn lived together, and shared a bed every night, while Puck was only allowed to sleep over on Friday and Saturday nights. However Quinn had shared with Puck that every night the two girls complained how much they wished Puck was there with them as they lay in bed, making the boy feel much better when Santana tried to tease him about it.

"Or you can stop being mean and when Quinn is finished her homework we can share her," Puck suggested, winking at Quinn as she looked up from her homework, her cheeks flushing red at the suggestion.

"Mmm, good idea," Santana purred, reaching her hand across the table to try and hold Quinn's hand, but the blonde snatched her hand away.

"I'm finishing my homework," Quinn responded, without looking up from her book. "You two can go and entertain yourselves if you'd like, or you can do your homework too and we can all have some fun when we're finished."

Santana grumbled, opening her math book and picking up a pencil, watching Puck as he did the same, both of them knowing they would have much more fun waiting for Quinn to join them, even if it did mean they had to do homework while they waited.

Over the past few weeks the three teenagers had developed their physical relationship greatly, enjoying the freedom that Santana's parents gave them, since it wasn't like either of the girls could get pregnant. Santana and Quinn's hormones were going crazy now they were nearing the end of their first trimester and Puck was only too glad to help them out whenever he could, and enjoyed the thought of what went on between the two of them when he wasn't around.

Quinn had quickly gotten over her embarrassment of only ever having been with Puck, figuring out that things just came naturally between the three of them, each taking turns to explore the others' bodies until their make-out sessions turned into amazing sex that just seemed to work with the three of them together.

As soon as Quinn had finished her homework Santana tugged her upstairs with Puck following quickly after. Before long Quinn lay on the bed, kissing Puck, her hand tangled in the small strip of his hair, tugging harder as Santana's lips brushed against the quivering skin of Quinn's bare stomach.

Santana had made quick work of getting rid of everyone's clothes not long after they entered the room and now both the girls were down to their bras and underwear, and Puck wore just his boxers, his hard length pressing into Quinn's hip as their tongues danced together.

Puck pulled back from the kiss, tilting his head to watch Santana kissing her way up Quinn's body, and he ducked his head to kiss along the exposed part of Quinn's right breast, just as Santana's mouth started to kiss along the left breast.

Quinn's head pushed back into the pillows, the different sensations from Puck's light kisses and Santana's teasing nips had heat pooling low in her stomach, her hips bucking up desperate for friction.

As Santana slipped a hand behind Quinn's back to undo her bra, the blonde brought her own hands around Santana's back to remove her bra as well, and just as Santana went to return her attention to Quinn's breasts, Quinn tugged the brunette up until she could capture a hardened nipple in her mouth, feeling Puck giving her own breasts the same treatment, making her moan around Santana's nipple.

Santana's hand found Quinn's other breast, her thumb and finger teasing Quinn's nipple until it was as hard as the one Puck was paying attention to. Santana looked up at Puck, and he moved to capture Santana's lips in his own, kissing her desperately as Quinn watched, swapping to Santana's other breast to lavish it with attention.

Within in a few minutes, the three were naked, Santana settled between Quinn's spread legs with Puck kneeling behind her, pushing into her slowly as Santana ran her flattened tongue up Quinn's slit.

"Oh god," Quinn moaned, her fingers of one hand tangling in Santana's locks as she reached out desperately for Puck's hand, their fingers tangling tightly as Quinn squeezed his fingers every time Santana made her gasp or moan.

Santana was in sensory overload, the feel of Quinn's fingers tugging on her hair, Puck's hand grasping her hip as he thrust into her quickly and hitting that spot deep inside her with every move, the scent of Quinn's arousal and her delicious taste on Santana's tongue, the sound of Quinn's gasps, Puck's grunts and Santana's own breathy moans only added to the feelings, and Santana could feel herself quickly approaching the edge.

"More, San, more!" Quinn begged, and Santana plunged two fingers into Quinn, matching Puck's pace as she pumped the digits in and out of the blonde, feeling her muscles clamp down as she got what she needed to push her into oblivion.

Puck's hand left Santana's hip, sliding around to rub tight little circles on her bundle of nerves, making Santana cry out against Quinn as she reached her breaking point. With a few more thrusts Puck filled Santana, his eyes locking with the deep green of Quinn's eyes as he groaned out both the girl's names, his body shaking through the last few seconds of orgasm.

The three teenagers couldn't move for a second, but Puck eventually pulled out from Santana, letting the brunette collapse lightly on top of Quinn, their bodies tangling together, their eyes closed in the bliss that still consumed their bodies. Puck slid down next to Quinn, cuddling into her side and kissing her on the side of the head.

"Maybe Quinn is lactose intolerant?" Kurt suggested, and Puck rolled his eyes. Mr Shue was running late with getting to Glee Club and so it seemed Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina were using the time trying to work out what was up with Quinn.

"That doesn't explain all the crying," Artie pointed out, making Kurt nod his head.

"Maybe she just doesn't like the group?" Tina asked and Puck shook his head. He knew Quinn was happiest when she was in Glee Club, even if she had burst into tears a little regularly lately.

Puck looked over at Santana who was sitting with Brittany, and rolled his eyes at her, making the brunette smile at the dramatics of their fellow Glee Clubbers and their terrible sleuthing skills.

"Maybe she's knocked up?" Mercedes finally said, and the others all looked at her with wide, shocked eyes.

"That would make sense," Artie agreed.

"But who's the baby's Daddy?" Mercedes asked. "I would have said Finn, but he's been too wrapped up in Rachel lately, he wouldn't do that to Quinn if she was pregnant with his kid."

Artie wheeled around to face Puck, pointing at the mohawked boy. "But you have been awfully close to Quinn lately, going after her when she starts to cry or needs to throw up."

Puck shrugged his shoulders. "Just a nice guy I guess."

Puck turned and left the room, hoping to catch Quinn alone before she entered the room, letting her know that the Glee Kids were suspicious.

"Hey you," he smiled as the blonde approached him in the emptying hallway. "Had a nice day?"

"Only threw up twice, not bad at all," Quinn teased, resisting the urge to reach out and touch Puck. "Why aren't you in the choir room already?"

"I was in there, but our fellow Gleeks were trying to work out what was your issue and they have narrowed it down to you either hate the group, or you're pregnant," Puck explained carefully. "They tried to question me because they've noticed me going after you when you leave to cry or throw up, but I brushed them off and came to let you know."

"I guess I should tell them," Quinn sighed. "Before they start the rumour mill going, maybe we can just get it kept to our group for the time being."

"It's your call," Puck reminded her. "But if you tell them, I'm there with you, okay?"

Quinn nodded, reaching out to take Puck's hand as she nodded towards the choir room door.

"Let's get this over with."

Quinn and Puck entered the choir room and all eyes fell on them as the room went silent.

"Puck told me you guys were trying to work out why I have been so weird lately, and well you guessed the truth, I'm knocked up," Quinn tried to keep her voice level as she confessed to the other teenagers.

"Who's the Daddy?" Mercedes asked again. "Finn?"

Just as Mercedes mentioned the tall boy's name, Rachel entered the room.

"What's this about Finn?" She questioned and Mercedes turned to her to answer the question.

"Quinn is knocked up, I asked if Finn is the Daddy."

Quinn noticed Rachel's face pale, but she shook her head.

"Puck's the father," she corrected them. "I'm almost 3 months along."

The room was silent for a second before Santana spoke up.

"Me too."

Everyone's eyes turned to the Latina, including Puck and Quinn who had certainly not been expecting Santana to share her news also.

"Oh don't all looked so shocked!" Santana exclaimed, getting up from her seat to stand with Quinn and Puck. "Seriously you looked less shocked when Quinn admitted it!"

"So who's your baby Daddy?" Mercedes asked, a little excited at the drama escalating so quickly within their little group.

"Puck."

A collective gasp went through the room and Santana rolled her eyes dramatically.

"This stays right here in this room, okay?" The brunette half-begged, half-warned the others. "You have until Mr Shue gets here to ask questions, and then it's never spoken about outside of these walls."

"Did you sleep with Puck together?" Mercedes was curious to know.

"Not when we got pregnant, no," Santana answered, knowing that was going to cause more questions than answers.

"Now?"

"I'm dating Quinn and Puck, at the same time, together, whatever you want to call it," Santana was bored of being the centre of this drama now, not that she regretted telling the other Glee Kids, but she wished Mr Shue would hurry up and arrive.

"Quinn, how did you get all those bruises?" Kurt asked, wondering if this had something to do with it. "Please tell me that wasn't from fighting with Santana."

"My Dad didn't take the news very well," Quinn said quietly, her grip on Puck's hand tightening. "I'm living at Santana's now."

Santana moved to stand on Quinn's other side, her arm wrapping protectively around her girlfriend's waist, seeing the tears appearing in the blonde's eyes at the mention of that night.

"Look you just have to know the situation isn't ideal, but we're dealing with it the best that we can, we have my Mom's support and the support of Santana's parents, and we hope that we have your support too," Puck addressed the group, pleased when they all nodded and positive murmurs filled the room.

"Alright team!" Mr Shue walked in the door. "Sorry I'm late. Woah, what's going on in here?"

"Quinn and Santana are pregnant!" Kurt shared with the teacher.

"And Puck is the Daddy," Mercedes chimed in.

"Times two," Puck muttered.