Wow, I'm actually updating in the morning! This is going to be some Artie/Tina in a way that ties into the St. Berry storyline, but also some Puck/Quinn/Quinn's dad angst.

Tina's POV

"We're bad children," said Artie with mock shame.

"Yes, we are bad children. Very bad children because you're at my house and my parents aren't home," I agreed.

My dad had to work late tonight and my mom had the night shift at the hospital, so I invited Artie over because school had just ended and I wanted to have somebody to celebrate with. I was going to invite Quinn and Rachel, but Quinn was sick and Rachel fell asleep on Jesse's shoulder during free period, so I figured they both needed to rest.

"I know I've seen her before, but it seems like every time I see Mini-Quinn, she gets even cuter," said Artie.

"I know. She's so adorable, but generally, babies are that way."

"Yeah, but one bundle of joy is good enough for our glee club. Let's pray that there are not anymore."

Artie's words caused me to choke on the soda I was drinking. After a minute of coughing, I caught my breath.

"Wow, Tina. Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just swallowed the wrong way or something."

"Oh- wait. Are you hiding something from me, Tina?"

"Well-

"B-but, we never… IS IT PUCK'S?"

"NO! I'm not pregnant, Artie. Calm down."

"Then… is someone else in the glee club pregnant?"

"Maybe…"

"WHO?"

"I can't tell you, Artie."

"Oh, come on! Please?"

"No. I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone else."

"Anyone else? Who'd you tell? If you can tell them, you can tell me. My lips will be sealed. You know I'm good at keeping secrets."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am. When have I ever told someone's secret?"

"Last week."

"Tina, telling Kurt your bra size because he's now in charge of costumes isn't telling a secret."

"Wait, WHAT? You told him my bra size? What in the world could he make- oh yeah, he's Kurt. But, still! You told him that? Ugh. I was actually referring to you telling Jesse what I'm getting Rachel for her birthday!"

"Jesse won't tell Rachel."

"I sure hope not, or else you're in even more trouble!"

"OK, then, but who's pregnant?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"I'm not supposed to."

"Tina-

"No means no."

"You know, that whole feminism thing is kind of sexy."

"Wow, that's not demeaning at all. Still, not telling you."

"OK. I'm going to guess who and be able to tell by your face."

"Try me, Arthur."

"I will later."

"EW! Did Puck teach you that?"

"No…"

"I'm going to shave his mohawk when it fully grows back."

"I bet his mom will beat you to the punch."

"Then I'll just have to do something else to him."

"That's what she said."

"ARTIE!"

"Sorry!"

"It's a good thing you're cute."

"So, is it Santana?"

"Maybe."

"No, it's not. I can read you pretty well. Brittany?"

"Yes."

"No, you can't lie to me. Hmm… I don't think it's possible for Quinn to be pregnant again, unless-

"Don't finish that sentence."

"Got it. It's definitely not Rachel…"

I had to turn away for a second to hide my expression from him.

"And it's not you… so that leaves… Mercedes. But I thought Kurt was gay!"

"Maybe it is Mercedes, maybe it's not. Perhaps my lying worked, Mr. I-can-read-Tina."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Is it RACHEL?"

"NO!"

"Oh my gosh it's Rachel's! Is the baby Finn's?"

"Why does everyone think that?"

"So she IS pregnant!"

"Damn! She's going to kill me for that. I mean, I also was the person to tell Jesse."

"It's Jesse's! I get it now!"

"Curse myself and my big mouth!"

"I actually happen to like your mouth."

"Only because you love gossip."

"And, I love it because-

"Don't anger me any further."

"Got it. So, I'm going to text Rachel and tell her that I know."
"NO!"

"Why not?"

"You are going to pretend like you don't know."

"I can't do that! This is too big of a secret!"

"Since when did you become a gossip girl?"

"HA! That's stereotypical and sexist!"

"No! I mean, yeah, it kind of was. I'm so ashamed. First, I tell another person that Rachel's pregnant, and then I end up being corrected about being stereotypical and sexist by my ignorant boyfriend!"

"Ignorant?"

"Yes, ignorant. Rachel really is going to murder me."

"She'll forgive you."

"Do you really think so?"

"I do. It was an accident. You didn't mean to tell me."

"But I still did."

"Aww… it's OK, Tina. You're not a bad person."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"YES!"

"We all make mistakes, Tina."

"But I've made like, twelve billion or something."

"You're a good person, and you didn't make twelve billion mistakes or do anything that would make you a bad person. You're probably the nicest person I know, Tina."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Thanks, Artie. Just please, let me be the one to tell Rachel that you know."

"Sure thing."

(Time leap three days forward)

Quinn's POV

I don't know how long I had been in Puck's arms crying, but it seemed like it had been for hours. I was a mess ever since we got back from the police station. After Puck called the police, I was called in to tell my story and show them the cut on my arm. I saw my mom in another questioning room, probably being asked the same questions that I was. It was so hard to talk about it again. When the interview was over, an officer came over to tell me that I would have to testify in court, but since my mom and I's stories matched, it would be a short trial and most likely an easy win for my mom and I. There was no reason to believe that my dad hadn't hurt us.

When we got home, I sat down on the couch, and Puck sat down next to me. He asked me if I wanted to talk about it, and the "yes" got hitched in my throat, prompting the start of my tears. I was amazed that Puck was still with me, patient and caring as ever. I was amazed that he stood by me through this whole ordeal of me being pathetic, both emotionally from the attack, and physically from the repercussions.

"It's OK, Quinn. You're safe now. Nothing like that is ever going to happen to you again. Nobody's going to hurt you."

"Puck?" I asked after calming myself enough to speak.

"Yes, Quinn?"

"Am I really worth all of this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been so perfect and nice and c-caring to m-me, but I've been so broken. I've been in the hospital and now I'm an emotional wreck, but you're still here. Even though I wasn't good enough for my f-father to accept me. I-I mean-

"Quinn, I'm going to stop you right there. You need to listen to me, OK? What happened has nothing to do with you not being good enough. You in no shape or form deserved any of what has been going on lately. This was all your dad. Quinn, you are amazing. You're so beautiful, in every sense of the word. I love you. So many people care about you. So, I need you to stop thinking that this is your fault for not being good enough. Believe me, Quinn, you are so much more than 'good enough.' Don't blame yourself for this. And I'm here for you, so don't start thinking that I'm wasting my time on you."

"B-but if I didn't disappoint him…"

"He had no right to do anything to you. Please don't think that you deserved it. You are the most wonderful person I've ever met, and I'm damn glad I met you. None of this is your fault, and I'm going to be by your side no matter what happens. A lot of stuff happened to you, and I know it was hard, so you need time to recover. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"W-Why are y-you crying?"

"Because I love you."

"I-I love you, too."

"It's going to be OK, Quinn. We're going to be OK."

This chapter was originally going to be longer, but I changed it so that the Rachel finding out that Artie knows will be in the next chapter, because I feel like Tina would put off telling Rachel, and after writing the Puck/Quinn part, I thought it would be best to just end the chapter there. Review please :)