Standard disclaimer, I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
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Santana and Brittany couldn't believe what they had just heard. Finn wasn't the father; it was such a shocking revelation to the both of them that it wasn't until Quinn started screaming at him that it broke them from their daze. And when Quinn rushed past them out of the room they were still too stunned to move, trying to process what they had just learned.
It's eerily silent for a few seconds after Quinn had left. Santana takes a quick glance at Finn who looks shaken, he's standing as still as a rock, until he finally manages to stumble over to a chair and collapses onto it, burying his head in his hands. Santana looks away when she feels Brittany tug on her sleeve and motions for them to go after Quinn.
Santana nods her head, but she has no idea what good it will do. This is a giant mess, with seemingly no easy solutions. Quinn is in trouble no matter what she does, but now instead of at least having Finn to help her, they have just found out that they have no idea who the father is and that scares Santana.
She had teased Quinn over the years about being a bit of a prude, but it was only teasing. Quinn had a very serious view on sex and had been adamant that it wouldn't happen till after she was married. Santana didn't agree with that personally, sex was fun, and as long as you were careful it was something to enjoy. But then again Quinn was also way more of a romantic than she was. But to find out that Quinn had done it with some random guy was worrying. Quinn wasn't that kind of person so she must have been in a bad way, and as soon as the thought enters her mind it hits her. When it happened, the day of the assembly, Quinn went off the radar all day that day, and when they had caught up to her she had been in bad shape.
Shit, no wonder she had been so sensitive that day and the days that followed. She had been dealing with this all on her own and Santana couldn't understand why, why didn't Quinn come to her or Brittany? If nothing else either one of them would have been there for her. Answered any questions or just listened. Hell from what she had just heard, they both would have been more than happy to kick some ass as well.
Both girls ran around the school, searching for their friend, when their phones buzz. They had both received the same message from Quinn.
From: Quinn- I don't want to talk right now, I just want to be alone. If you still want to talk to me I'll see you guys tomorrow, if not I understand. I've fucked my life up badly enough, I don't want to hurt you either.
"What are we going to do San?" Brittany asks.
"We're going to ignore her message and go be there for our friend, that's what we're going to do." Santana says with finality.
"But… she said she wanted to be alone, shouldn't we respect that?"
"She's been doing this "alone" for a while now and that doesn't seem to be working out so well. So let's go, we'll wait by her house for her to come home and then… fuck, I don't know, I just know that despite what she might want, she shouldn't be alone right now."
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Quinn leaned against her front door, bent over, gasping for breath. After fleeing from the choir room, and sending the quick text to Santana and Brittany, she had sprinted the entire way home. Her face was red, and sweat was dripping from her brow, as she desperately gasped for air. Her heart was thundering in her chest, said organ leaps into her throat as she jumps in fright when someone calls out to her.
"Impressive time Q, you almost beat us here."
Clutching her chest she looks over and sees Santana and Brittany waiting by Santana's car in front of her house. "What… what are… you doing here?" She gasps out, still trying to catch her breath.
"We're here for you Quinn; you shouldn't be alone right now." Brittany speaks up.
"Look… I appreciate it, but I need to be alone, I need to handle this on my own."
"And how has that been working out for you?" Santana questions her angrily. "The day Finn cheated on you, that's when all of this started and from that point till now you've been keeping everything to yourself. You haven't talked to me or Brittany or fucking anyone and now things are seriously going to hell for you. So seriously, how well has been doing this on your own been going for you? Let us help you, or barring that at least let us be here for you, even if it's so that you can just have someone standing next to you.
"Fuck, I don't know what either Britts or myself can do, but we can at least be here, this lone wolf shit that you've been pulling hasn't been working for you, so for fucks sake let us in."
"I… I…" Quinn stammers.
"I don't know what we can do either, if anything, but please Quinn, Santana is right, let us in, you aren't alone, not if you don't want to be." Brittany pleads.
Quinn stares at her two friends and a small smile graces her face, because they are right. They may not be able to do much, but having them here beside her is better than going it alone. She's been trying so hard to handle things alone and it's just not possible anymore.
"Okay." She whispers and both of her friends are by her side in an instant.
"What can we do for you Q?" Santana asks her sincerely.
"Anything you need, anything at all." Brittany confirms.
Quinn bites her lip nervously. "I don't really want to be home tonight. I keep thinking about my parents, how… well how they're going to react to the news…" Quinn hesitates as dark looks cross Brittany and Santana's faces.
"I know it's a school night, but do you think either of your parents would care if I spent the night… just for tonight, while I wrap my head around things?"
"Less people at my place, I'll give my mom a call." Santana says as she quickly pulls out her phone.
"San, please don't… don't tell her anything, okay?" Quinn asks.
"Sure."
While Santana is on the phone calling her mother Brittany leans in and hugs Quinn. "Everything's going to be okay Quinn, you'll see."
Quinn smiles at Brittany's optimism. "I hope so B."
"My mom is cool with it; I just told her it was a study session for a math test tomorrow." Santana says as she hangs up her phone. So let's grab your stuff and get going."
"Thanks Santana."
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Quinn was super grateful for Santana letting her stay the night last night. It was nice to not have to worry, to just sit around and have fun with her friends. Maribel, Santana's mother, made them a seven layer dip, with home-made guacamole. Was it Sue Sylvester approved, no, did it mean that they had to get up an extra 45 minutes early to burn it off, yes. Did they care, not one bit. It had been delicious and had barely lasted half an hour.
Quinn lets out a small giggle at the thought of the looks on everybody's faces if they knew that the three head cheerios were actually quite the little pigs at times. The most important thing about last night for Quinn however is that for the first time since she slept with Puck, she felt somewhat normal. It was just her and her two best friends just being goofy teenagers. And while she still had a lot of things to worry about and decisions to make, she had been given a brief respite and was able to at least partially gather her mind.
Unfortunately any residual good feelings Quinn was having from the sleep over, completely flew out the window, when she saw Puck making his way towards her. Quinn quickly shuts her locker and tries to get away from the boy, but he catches up to her.
"Sup, MILF."
"Leave me alone."
"Hey now," He says soothingly as he pulls her to a secluded part of the hallway. "I heard something interesting from my boy Finn."
She just glares at him. "Are you going somewhere with this, or are you just trying to piss me off?" She wants absolutely nothing to do with him, and wishes he would just hurry up and leave.
"Is it true?" He asks.
"Is what true?"
"Are you pregnant?"
"Yes, now go away and leave me alone." Quinn turns to try and leave, but is stopped by Puck grabbing her arm.
"Wait, hold on a second, is it mine?"
"No." She tells him obstinately, not wanting him anywhere near her, or the child.
"Oh really, cause you were a virgin when we did it, you get it on with a bunch of other guys since then?" He taunts her.
Quinn sees red and starts to shake with rage and she wants to do nothing more than punch that stupid, smug, grin off of his face. Quinn has to consciously force herself to count to ten to calm down a bit. She truly hates Puck right now, and there is literally nobody else in this school that she wouldn't prefer to be the father over him, not even that creepy Ben-Israel kid… okay maybe not him, but its close. Still getting angry at him and causing a scene in the middle of a crowded hallway will do her no good.
"Fine, biologically speaking, the child is yours, whatever, what does it matter to you?" She growls at him.
"Look, my dad ran out on me and my family, but I don't roll like that. I'll take care of you and the baby." He tells her sincerely.
However because of who just said that to her she can't help the harsh laugh that comes out of her. "You!? Seriously? You, and how do you plan on doing that hmm? Aren't you the guy that was fired from Burger Joint for peeing in the fry machine?"
"Hey, I've got my pool cleaning business and I've got plans, I'm no dead beat." Puck says, offended by her attitude.
"Alright…" Quinn says appraisingly.
"You want to be a father, play house? Be my baby daddy?" Quinn asks him enticingly.
"Well yeah." Puck answers truthfully, but he has the distinct feeling he has just walked into a trap.
"So what do you think, what did we make, a boy or a girl?" Quinn steps closer into Puck's personal space seductively, and runs a finger up and down his arm.
"Um…I…" Puck's voice cracks, nobody could pull off seductress like Quinn could, and Puck was getting the feeling that he was about to get lucky. "Ahem, I mean, I don't know, what do you think babe?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe it's a boy, a…" Quinn giggles. "A little Noah Jr. Would you like that, to have a son, a little Noah Jr."
Puck rubs the back of his head, a little embarrassed, because yeah he would like that. "Yeah, that would be pretty cool."
"And would you teach him everything you know?"
Puck nods his head, a smirk on his face, as he places a hand around Quinn waist.
"You would teach him how to be a badass, just like his daddy?"
"Of course, no kid of mine is going to be some geek." Puck scoffs, already picturing a mini version of him standing next to him, torn jeans and a wife beater, with a little Mohawk. His kid was going to rock.
"Of course not, not the Puckasaurous' child, not a chance." Quinn agrees. "And when he gets old enough, are you going to teach him everything about women, about how to please them, every tip and trick that you know?"
"Oh yeah," Puck laughs. "That kids going to get so much tail; he won't know what to do with it all."
"Yeah," Quinn smirks and suddenly her entire demeanor changes, she is no longer smiling and being flirtatious but is looking at Puck like he is something disgusting she stepped in. "Will one of the things that you are going to teach him be how to get a girl drunk enough to sleep with him? Are you going to teach him how to emotionally manipulate a girl into doing something that she will regret for the rest of her life?"
Puck's eyes widen in shock, because this is a complete turn-around from where he thought this was going. "Wait, what are you talking about?" He asks flustered as he and Quinn step apart from each other.
"Oh don't be modest Puck, go ahead and tell me how you are going to teach your son that the only value that a woman has is how well she sexually pleases a man. That it's okay to take an emotionally vulnerable girl and get her drunk and then fuck her."
"Now wait a sec-"
"Oh did I say something wrong? I thought you wanted your son to be a sexual predator, oh wait, I'm sorry, you prefer the term badass. I thought you wanted him to be a "badass" just like you, someone who has perfected that consent- slash- sexual assault line perfectly. Because hey, it doesn't matter how you impair a girl's ability to consent as long as she doesn't say no, right."
"Wait I didn't-"
"And then after you've helped your son perfect his ability to get into a girl's pants, are you going to teach him the best way to get the girl out of his room too?" Quinn mockingly laughs, "My personal favorite is just booting her out and letting her drunkenly stumble home, because hey who cares it's not his problem anymore, he got what he wanted. And if something were to happen to her on the way home, again who cares, because again, it's not his problem, he got what he wanted. And women aren't really worth anything other than what they can do for you in bed anyway."
"Now wait a second, I don't think that!"
"Really!?" Quinn gasps in fake surprise. "Because that's how you treat them. But sure Puck, I believe you. You have nothing but the upmost respect for women." Quinn says, once again mocking the boy.
"Hey I know, let's try out this scenario instead," Quinn says with fake enthusiasm. "Let's say that instead of a son, you have a daughter, you have a little girl. And she thinks that the sun rises and sets with you. You are her hero and when she grows up she wants to marry someone just like you, I mean she just absolutely loves you."
Quinn's eyes harden as she goes in for the kill. "Now let's say that one day, when she's older, she gets her heart broken and some guy sees how vulnerable she is and he comes up to her, and not caring one bit about her or how she's feeling, he has his way with her, and she isn't ready for taking such a step. She's not making good decisions, and the guy preys on that, he says all of the right things to make her feel awful about herself, and he does it, he swipes that V card and she just becomes another notch in a long list of notches on that boys bedpost.
"And then he kicks her out, and she feels ashamed and disgusted and confused, and so she stumbles home to you, crying, and she tells you what happened. Are you going to take her aside and tell her well that's just how some guys are, that some men are," Quinn pauses here, relishing the look of shock and hurt on Pucks face and she decides to twist the knife a bit, throwing his words back in his face. "Sex sharks. That's what you call guys like that right, sex sharks? I hope I'm using the term correctly."
Quinn feels a vindictive pleasure when she sees Puck's eyes are starting to look a little watery, and that his lip is slightly quivering. "Are you going to explain to her that some guys are sex sharks and that they need to feed, and that if you don't let them feed they will go hunting, that she was just a victim of his efforts to meet a basic need, and that she just needs to get over it. That as a woman all she is good for is lying on her back and spreading her legs… Well I guess on the plus side she can take comfort in the fact that she'll have just gotten her wish, she will have met a guy who was just like her father."
Quinn sneers at Puck, "Let's get some things straight between you and I. I hate you, I despise you, for what you did, but I can't blame you completely for this. I have to take some responsibility as well. I knew exactly what kind of guy you were when I went with you. And I was the one who made the mistake of trusting you to, for once in your entire life, be a decent human being. I foolishly thought for one minute that you were going to be a good person and not take advantage of someone else. I mistakenly believed that you were actually capable of caring about someone other than yourself, and now I'm paying the price for that.
"The fact that you are biologically this child's father is an outside influence that I have no control over. But I want you to know that I consider the fact that the baby will share your DNA as a genetic defect, it isn't the child's fault and it can be overcome, it's just a fact of life that I can't control. But what I can control, and what I do have a say over, is how involved you will be with this kid, and I'll tell you right now, whether I keep it or not, I would die before I let you anywhere near them. You are a parasite Puck, and you only know how to care about yourself, and I won't let you poison this kid's life." Quinn tells him harshly, she stops speaking when a group of freshman cheerios walk by, looking at him and giggling between themselves. When they pass, Quinn sneers at Puck.
"Hey look…" Quinn pauses for dramatic effect, "fresh meat, happy hunting sex shark." And with that Quinn shoulders past a shaken Puck, not even sparing him a second glance.
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The rest of the week passed tensely. Quinn refused to say who the father was, no matter how hard Santana or Brittany pushed. Her final word on the matter was that it only happened once and it was never going to happen again. Yes he knew about the baby, but she didn't want him involved and he wasn't the kind of guy you could rely on anyway and that she and the baby would both be better off without him. She didn't want to talk about it and she had more important things to worry about. As frustrating as it was, both Santana and Brittany dropped it for the moment. They had a hard enough time lately getting Quinn to open up; there was no point in forcing the issue and possibly causing her to close up again.
Things in glee club were tense as well. Nobody knew the whole story but everyone could feel the tension between Quinn and Finn. They sat as far from each other as possible and wouldn't talk to each other under any circumstance. Well Quinn wouldn't talk to Finn or even look at him, whereas Finn would stare a Quinn with a pensive look on his face, that fell somewhere between guilt and anger. But he would never actually speak to her or even try to speak with her either.
About the only good thing to happen that week in glee club was Kurt joining the football team. It was definitely an experience to behold. At first Santana had scoffed at the idea, when you thought about football, Kurt Hummel was the last person that came to mind. However he had proven to everyone that he had what it took to get the job done, scoring the winning field goal, and securing the only victory of the football team this year. Plus the entire football team dancing to Beyoncé's "All the Single Ladies" had been a sight to behold.
They were now sitting in the choir room waiting for Mr. Schuester who was unusually late even for him. The club was quietly talking amongst themselves when she notices Rachel hesitantly make her way over.
The girl bites her lip nervously and slightly fidgets with her hands in front of her. "Um, Quinn? May… may I speak to you in private for a moment?"
"What do you want Berry?" Quinn asks briskly.
"It's… it's about…" Rachel doesn't finish her sentence but her eyes darting to Quinn's stomach are more than enough to let the three cheerio's know what she wants to talk about.
Quinn's eyes flash angrily and she stands up immediately, grabbing Rachel by the arm and dragging her from the choir room and out into the hall. Santana and Brittany go to follow but Quinn just shakes her head at them, motioning them to stay put. Santana moves to argue but is stopped by Brittany who leans in and tells her to let Quinn handle this.
"We can step in later if we need to."
The rest of the club watches with puzzlement and concern as the two girls leave the room.
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Quinn was terrified as she dragged Rachel from the room. Her situation was precarious enough as it was, and this girl could possible make things much worse. She had to find out what the tiny brunette knew and what she wanted. So she drags Rachel to a nearby abandoned classroom and slams the door behind them, and then locks it.
"What do you want?" She snarls at the girl, her eyes flashing with rage.
Rachel squeaks and takes a step back. "I… I overheard what you said to F… Finn the other day." She nervously stammers.
Quinn's rage is replaced by fear as her eyes widen. "What do you want? Please, you can't say anything, please!" She begs the girl. This was it, this was the moment where Rachel Berry got her back for every mean thing she had ever done to her. All of the cruel MySpace posts, the names, the slushies. It was payback time and there was nothing Quinn could do to stop it.
"I just…" Rachel takes a second to gather her courage. "I just wanted to say that if you need anything… please feel free to ask. I know we aren't friends, but you are going to be going through a very rough time soon and you'll need friends and… well… since we're both member of the glee club, I just thought that… well… if you need anything, I would like to help. And, and I promise… I won't tell a soul." Rachel says sincerely.
Quinn is stunned. She can't believe what she is hearing, if their situations were reversed, Quinn is ashamed to admit that she would have been horrible to the girl. She had been horrible to her, and yet here Rachel was, offering her kindness and sympathy and she just couldn't understand it.
A part of her wanted to just tear into the girl. Throw her kindness right back in her face and try her very best to make this girl feel even a fraction of how awful she felt. She was not so bad off that she needed kindness or sympathy from the likes of Rachel Berry. This girl had been a part of the problem in the first place, how dare she come up and act all friendly and compassionate.
But another, larger part of Quinn pushed her pride aside and just marveled at the girl before her. Here was a girl who had more reasons than most to enjoy the situation that Quinn had found herself in. Yet here she was, offering to help her and Quinn decided to just let go. To let go of her anger and her hatred of the girl. Her and Finn were over, Rachel had never done anything to her to cause this kind of hatred, and the girl was right. She was going through a hard time right now and things were only going to get worse, and she was going to need all of the help she could get.
Quinn sighs and rubs her eyes with her thumb and forefinger, before looking at the other girl who is watching her anxiously for her reaction. "Thank you Rachel."
The other girl's eyes widen in shock, she had obviously not been expecting a good reaction from the blond. 'Yet she still tried anyway.' Quinn thinks a smile on her face. "There isn't anything you can do, but I appreciate the offer. Just please don't tell anyone."
"Of course not Quinn, I would never do that… and I'm sorry and I hope that maybe we can be friends." The girl looks at her hopefully.
"Let's work on not being enemies first." Quinn says kindly, not wanting to hurt the girl's feelings, but also wanting to be honest.
Rachel looks a little disappointed but agrees. "Okay, I guess that works too." She then holds out her hand. "Not enemies?"
Quinn laughs and shakes the girl's hand. "Not enemies." She agrees.
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When Quinn and Rachel return every eye is on them as they retake their seats. Rachel next to Finn and Quinn between Santana and Brittany.
"Everything okay with you and Berry?" Santana asks her.
"Yeah, everything's good." A small smile playing on Quinn's lips.
Santana just arches her brow and looks at her weirdly before shaking her head and leaning back in her chair, getting more impatient by the second, waiting for Mr. Schuester to finally show up.
Brittany however is beaming at her, a few seconds pass and every time Quinn glances at her friend, she is still looking at her and smiling.
Finally Quinn can't hold it in anymore. "What?" She asks laughing.
"You and Rachel are friends now." Brittany says quietly.
"No we aren't."
"Yes you are." Brittany sing-song's.
"No, but I am done with fighting with her." Quinn concedes to the girl.
"Oh God." Santana groans.
Just then Mr. Schuester comes bounding into the room, "Alright guys, great news!" He claps his hands together as his smile grows.
"You were the beauty salon's millionth customer and now you get free perms for life?" Santana guesses.
"Uh… no…. anyway" Mr. Schuester says awkwardly, unsure how to take that comment and deciding he was better off ignoring it. "Thanks in part to Kurt's efforts in bridging the gap between football and glee club," Here the club cheers for the blushing boy as he waves at them all. "We now have three new members for our glee club, come on in guys."
Everyone is surprised, but pleased at the news. The first person to enter the room is Matt Rutherford, running back if Quinn recalls correctly. He's just on the cusp of being popular, but he's not quite there yet. He's a nice enough guy though and so he gets along pretty well with everyone. Quinn had no idea that he would be into something like glee club, but then again they don't exactly run with the same exact crowd. His girlfriend is… Quinn rack's her brain for the girls name… Allison Miller, that's who it is, she's the captain of the girls soccer team.
The next person to enter is Mike Chang. Wide receiver and like Matt, not quite one of the popular kids, but not on the bottom of the totem pole by any stretch of the imagination. Again, another nice guy, he's also pretty quiet and usually keeps to himself, but he does make the occasional appearance at parties. He doesn't have a girlfriend to Quinn's recollection, although she hasn't exactly kept up on the local school gossip lately.
The final person to enter the room causes Quinn to stiffen. There is no way in hell that he would join glee club, it's just not possible. There is absolutely no way in hell that Noah Puckerman would ever be caught dead in glee club. Quinn focuses hard on trying to stay calm, but it's hard especially when he catches her eye as he gazes at her dolefully. 'Oh God, no way, there is no possible way that he is actually going to join!' Quinn thinks in a panic.
Santana is surprised to see three members of the football team enter the choir room. Okay, well she's surprised to see Puck there. She doesn't know Matt or Mike well enough to say if it's weird for them to be here, well, no more weird than it is for any of them to be there. She may enjoy it but Santana would be the first to say that this club was still pretty lame. Still everyone is entitled to their guilty pleasures. Puck being here is weird though, by any standard you set, however.
Santana turns to make a comment to Quinn and stops short when she sees the tension in her friend's body. She's gone into her super ice queen mode, which is only reserved for especially difficult situations or when you have pissed her off to the point of no return, her face is blank, there is a slight, cruel, curl on her lip and her eyes are set to an icy glare. But why the hell would those three being in glee club make her friend so upset, and then it hits her like a ton of bricks, one of those three is the father, and Santana is pretty sure it's not Matt or Mike.
She leans back and catches Brittany's eye, who looks at her in confusion. Santana quietly motions to Quinn and then down to Puck and the back to Quinn. Brittany looks puzzled for a moment, but then her eyes widen as it slowly dawns on her. She silently mouths, 'No way.'
Both Santana and Brittany completely ignore Mr. Schuester as he introduces the new members of the club. Both of their gazes are fixed on Quinn whose glare never wavers from Puck. They haven't confirmed it, but both of them are pretty sure that they now know who the father is. But it's unbelievable, Quinn hates Puck, she can't stand him and Santana can't think of a single scenario where Quinn would be willing to sleep with the boy. It's just not possible.
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So there you have it, finally, FINALLY, Santana and Brittany know who the father is. Next up will begin the fallout of this discovery. Thank you for reading and the next chapter will be up on Friday.