Author's Note: Grrr… this chapter has been driving me nuts. I'm still not entirely pleased with it, but I'm posting it anyway so I can move on.

Oh, and though I'd love to take credit for inventing Puckleberry, I can't. I saw it first on a forum post shortly after Preggars. The topic was baby names, and someone suggested Puckleberry Finn, and I fell in love with it.

Thanks again for all the love, your reviews are what get me through chapters like this.

Quinn leaned forward, cradling her head in her hands and waited for the wave of nausea to pass. She wished she could attribute the queasiness to her pregnancy, but she knew it was the result of Santana playing that stupid video over and over. Like everyone else, she had gotten a text from one of the other Cheerios telling her about Jacob's blog, and they had quickly pulled it up. After reading it, Santana had started stalking around the room, gesturing wildly.

"I just don't get it, what could he possibly see in Rachel Berry?" Santana whined.

"Chill, San…" Quinn said. "Why are you so worried about Puck does? You dumped him remember?"

"Only because you told me I should. I actually liked him you know, I even let him get to third base."

"It was for the best, San, Puck is a loser. You deserve better."

"Better than what? He's the best looking guy in school. Have you seen his abs? They're perfection!"

Quinn lifted her head and rolled her eyes."Really? You'd judge a guy on solely on his abs?"

"Not solely, I take into consideration his face and arms too…"

"My, how generous of you."

Santana glared at Quinn. "I would think you'd be more upset by this whole development. Did you read the part about Finn? I've seen the way he looks at Berry, and if I were you, I'd be worried."

Quinn groaned as the bile threatened to rise in to her throat.

Distracted by the noise, Santana furrowed her brow. "Q, you okay?"

"No."

"Is it, umm… is it the baby?

Quinn knew that her pregnancy was no longer a secret among the Glee club members, but this was the first time Santana had openly admitted she knew about it.

"Yeah, I think so."

"So, it's really true then? You're knocked up?"

Quinn nodded miserably.

"And Finn… he's the father?"

Staring at her bedspread, Quinn nodded again.

"When did you, uh… you know, when did you and Finn…"

Quinn sighed heavily. She knew her friend wouldn't buy the hot tub story."It's a long story San."

"I've got all day."

"Look, it's… complicated. We didn't exactly… I mean it wasn't…"

"Wasn't what?"

"It's really hard to explain."

"How hard can it be? There aren't that many ways to make a baby, Q"

"Right, I know that…"

"So did you, or did you not have sex with Finn?"

Quinn lowered her eyes and picked at an imaginary piece of lint. "No, not exactly."

Santana cocked her head to one side and studied Quinn carefully.

"How far along are you?"

"About eight weeks, I think."

She could almost see the gears in Santana's head turning, trying to calculate the dates. Her friend's eyes narrowed.

"So… right about when Finn joined Glee?"

"I guess…"

Santana remained silent for a full minute, and when she spoke her voice was cold.

"How… interesting."

Quinn arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing…" she said. She shook her head abruptly and forced a concerned look on her face. "Never mind. Are you keeping it?"

"I…I'm not sure yet."

They sat in uncomfortable silence until Santana finally glanced at her watch.

"Crap, sorry Q. I've got to go."

"I thought you had all day."

"Yeah, well… I just remembered. I have to, umm… I have something I need to do."

"Well then, don't let me keep you," Quinn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Santana bounced off the bed, and practically ran for the door.

"I'll call you later," she called over her shoulder.

"You do that," Quinn muttered.

Alone yet again, Quinn lay on her side and curled up into the fetal position. Tears slipped silently down her checks, as she pressed her hand to the small but firm spot where a new life was growing inside her. It seemed impossible to love something so much, and at the same time, wish it didn't exist.

Santana probably hadn't figured everything out yet, but she was suspicious and eventually she'd find out the truth. Once she realized why Quinn had made her break up with Puck, she'd never agree to keep the secret. Quinn knew Finn would hate her, and she doubted Puck would be there for her after the way she'd treated him. One stupid, selfish night had left her whole world in ruins.

After several minutes of wallowing in self pity, Quinn sat up. Picking up her phone, she saw it had been over two hours since she had sent her message to Puck, and he still hadn't replied. Irritated, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Who did he think he was? Pregnant or not, she was still Quinn Fabray, Queen of McKinley High School, not some pathetic loser he could disregard. She looked over and studied a photograph on the nightstand. It was a snapshot of her, standing atop a pyramid of people, head held high, with her arms raised in a V. That was where she belonged, and she hadn't gotten there by feeling sorry for herself. Granted, the baby was a curveball, but that just meant she'd have to fight harder for what was rightfully hers.

Quinn changed her shirt, ran a brush through her hair, and grabbed her keys. If Noah Puckerman thought he could get away with ignoring her, she'd just have to show him how wrong he was.