Chapter 2:
AN: Hey guys, thanks for the support. This story might still seem like Puckleberry but don't worry, I swear, the Faberry and Brittana stuff will come soon, starting today ;)
Guest: She was fifteen- give her a break! Lol, anyway, hope you still read.
Pris: That will be answered in this chapter.
TJ: Well, you'll find out in his chapter. Hope you still read.
Brittany Pierce leant over her 'friend' Santana Lopez and bit down on the other girl's lip unexpectedly, resulting in a low moan escaping from the Latina's mouth. The blonde pushed her lover down onto the pink duvet covered bed and Santana ran her hands along Brittany's perfect body, stopping on her waist and tightening around it, while Brittany pushed down into her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
"Hey guys," Came a bright bouncy voice as the door burst open. "We bring-" Santana and Brittany pulled apart and both glanced towards the door, where there was a conflicted looking Quinn Fabray, a stunned Rachel Berry, and popcorn all over the floor.
"Did you have to drop it?" Santana groaned, trying to hide her fear as she pushed further away from Brittany, hiding her face from the other girls- Quinn especially.
Brittany just followed her, rolling off of Rachel's bed and picking up the popcorn. "Don't worry, Lord Tubbington taught me a method to make it clean to eat." She put a piece in her mouth, gurgled and then spat it back out into the empty popcorn bowl.
Rachel didn't make a comment, she was still staring at her covers. "Were you two about to have sex on my bed?" Oddly, she didn't sound upset. She sounded kind of... turned on?
"No-" Santana started, only to be interrupted by Brittany.
"We've done it before."
Quinn had looked a little disgusted, now she was stifling laughter.
"We did it on San's kitchen table and in Q's walk-in closet too," At this Quinn's smile dropped right off of her face. "But your bed is our favourite place."
There was absolute silence for a few seconds. Then Santana turned to the other two.
"You guys can't tell anyone."
Rachel nodded. "I accept you for who you are, but if you want to keep it a secret because you're not ready to come to terms with this yet, then I will keep your secret." Santana didn't even make fun of the speech just nodded, which was as close to a thank you as Rachel would get, and turned to Quinn. Naturally, she'd expected Rachel to accept it (seeing as she had two gay parents), but she'd been more worried about Quinn finding out. She and Brittany didn't usually kiss when other people were around, but the blonde had come onto her before she had time to protest.
Quinn still looked conflicted. "It's been hammered into me my whole life that there's only one way with love and that is a commitment to one person of the opposite sex. But I love you guys, and I guess some of the old rules in the Bible aren't relevant now; I mean, if I couldn't cut my hair I'd probably die." Santana let out a relieved laugh that it had all gone down well, and then the four girls sat down to watch a movie. Halfway through when Santana had Brittany pushed down on Rachel's bed and was kissing her as if she was on a timer, Rachel had to protest that just because she and Quinn knew about their friends' relationship, she still didn't want them to have sex on her bed!
"Jealous?" Santana had asked, putting a hand on Brittany's hip.
"No!" Rachel declared, but all three of the other girls noticed her pause.
The next morning, Quinn woke to a yacking sound. She stepped over the other two girls and hurried into the ensuite only to find Rachel throwing up her insides. Quinn quickly took Rachel's hair from the brunette's hands and held it for her so she could grip the sides of the toilet. She stroked her friend's back in a comforting manner and just waited until Rachel's stomach was empty. Rachel waited at the toilet for a minute or so and then stood up and headed back to the bed.
"Um," Quinn muttered. "Aren't you going to tell me what that was about?"
Rachel looked her as if it was obvious. "I threw up. I'm sure you've seen and/or experienced the phenomenon before." Quinn stepped over Brittany and Santana again (both girls were still fast asleep in their sleeping bags) and she clambered back onto Rachel's bed, speaking in whispers.
"Well, yes. But has it been going on for a long time or something? Were you feeling sick last night? You could have cancelled."
"Is this an interrogation?" Rachel asked before flopping back onto the pillows and pulling the duvet cover over so she had it all and Quinn had none.
"I'm just worried about you," Quinn yanked the cover back and turned on her side to sulk until Rachel turned her around.
"Sorry, I've just been feeling a bit emotional recently." She explained and Quinn frowned.
"Shark week or something?"
"Something."
Quinn nodded a little suspiciously. "Do you want me to google your symptoms?" Rachel told her how long she'd been throwing up plus all her other symptoms and so Quinn searched it up and gasped aloud when the only thing that came up was shocking.
"What?" Rachel asked loudly, waking up Santana and Brittany. "Do I have cancer or something?" She clutched at Quinn. "How long do I have to live?" She screamed dramatically, thankfully her dads were on a business trip otherwise they would have wondered what on earth was going on!
"No," Quinn muttered. She'd refreshed the page a few times but the same results kept coming up. "The only result is that you're pregnant." Rachel took in a breath. "But that can't be possible- we promised each other last year that we would wait together. That we would wait until after high school."
Santana's face suddenly appeared at the bottom of the bed, her voice sleepy. "She didn't." Quinn's mouth dropped and Rachel sent an outraged look Santana's way, which Quinn caught.
"So it's true?" The blonde girl said, turning to face Rachel, who just frowned at Santana and then nodded reluctantly.
"Oh my god," Quinn tried to process this news in as Rachel rambled. She wasn't listening and so she interrupted her best friend mid-sentence. "With Puck?" Rachel nodded. "Rachel," Quinn moaned. "What is wrong with you?" At the upset look Rachel gave her, Quinn paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that! I just meant that he's a bad guy and do you really want to have a mini-Puck on your hands? I just can't believe that he's the one you gave your virginity to." It was obvious to her own voice, the slight tint of jealousy. Of who? Quinn herself wasn't even sure. Rachel started to get out of the bed. "Rachel, where are you going?" Quinn asked.
Rachel looked over her shoulder at Quinn, her face angrier than Quinn had ever seen it, except in third grade when Puck made fun of Quinn. "Somewhere where you aren't."
Quinn stopped her again as she tried to get past. "Look, Rachel, I'm really sorry."
"No, you look!" Rachel practically screamed. "I made a mistake but not the one you think I made! I shouldn't have had sex so soon, but I don't regret Noah being my first boyfriend. If you don't like that, then I'm sorry, but I'm not finishing it with him just because Quinn Fabray doesn't like him."
"That's not what I meant," Quinn interrupted.
"If I am," She gulped. "Pregnant, with his baby, I would never give him or her up, just because you don't like the father."
"Rachel, I'm so sorry!" Quinn flung herself on her best friend. "I got carried away and I didn't mean it! Please forgive me."
Rachel really didn't want to forgive her that quickly, but she couldn't resist Quinn's puppy dog face. "Fine, but just stop insulting him or I swear..." Quinn nodded. Suddenly, the brunette looked over to the mattress with the other two girls' sleeping bags on and did a double take. The two girls were pressed down against the mattress, kissing passionately. "What time is it?" She asked Quinn, who glanced at her phone.
"Four AM. Why?"
"I am not going to be able to get back to sleep. Let's go get some breakfast." Rachel took Quinn's hand and pulled her out of the bedroom door and down the stairs.
Despite the head cheerleader's protests, Quinn managed to drag her down to the convenience store, along with a reluctant Santana (Brittany's mom had picked her up around 6am- saying something about an incident involving a dog and a baby biting it). Rachel was obsessively checking her reflection in her phone camera. Quinn found this odd, until she noticed Rachel also glancing behind herself frequently and realised what she was doing. "No-one's following you," Quinn told her. "It's 7am on a Saturday morning." Rachel didn't seem convinced.
Rachel's face blushed beetroot as Santana discussed which pregnancy test was the best at an ear-splitting volume, explaining that she herself had needed one many a time, but Quinn had been right- no-one else seemed to be up. They ended up buying four different one pack brands for accuracy, which Rachel paid for in a hurry, keeping her head down to avoid the owner's judgemental look that she knew without looking would be there. She quickly slipped them in her bag and then Quinn took one of her arms in hers and Santana took the other. The three girls hurried back to Rachel's house, where Santana and Quinn waited in Rachel's room while their friend was doing the tests in the bathroom. She came out a moment later with the pretence of wanting to help them clear up the spilled popcorn that they'd never finished clearing up, really just trying to distract herself. But she couldn't any more, not when there was a loud beeping noise coming from the bathroom. For a moment the three friends exchanged a look, then Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and yanked her into the bathroom, Santana following behind them.
"Um," Quinn said. "Do you want to… or should we?"
"Can you guys do it?" Rachel asked and Quinn nodded. Rachel had put them around the room so she got the one on the toilet first, it had a pink plus sign on it. Quinn read it aloud with a slight stutter and Rachel didn't say anything, she just bit her lip and Quinn could see her trying not to cry. Santana got the next test off of the sink.
"Positive." Rachel let out a sort of strangled sob. Santana quickly grabbed the other one off of the shelf. "Positive," She said again.
Quinn didn't see a point in reading the last one, if it said negative it was likely inaccurate. But Rachel gestured with the hand that wasn't covering her face to grab it. So Quinn picked up the final test off of the bath, stared at the second line that had appeared to the left of the control line, and whispered, "Positive".
Rachel turned her face into Quinn's shoulder and let out a heart-breaking sob. Quinn wrapped her arms around her and did her best to sooth her but nothing worked. She just held her best friend until Rachel ran out of tears. Then she took her to her bed and got her to lie down, tucking the cover up for her and kissing her forehead like Quinn's mom used to do for her when she was kid.
Then she hurried downstairs where she met Santana, making hot chocolate for Rachel and Quinn, and pouring wine for herself.
"Wan' sum?" The Latina asked at Quinn's stare. Quinn shook her head, reasoning that Rachel's fathers probably wouldn't even notice the stolen liquor, and leant back against the table. Santana gulped down the liquid in her glass and then poured another. At her third, Quinn took it away from her, telling Santana to head home and relax herself. "Arrr you sure yur gun' be 'k?" A drunken Santana asked, clearly having had a few glasses before Quinn got down.
"I'm sure we'll be just fine." Quinn helped Santana get her jacket on and paused. She should really drive Santana home- the girl could hardly walk in a straight line in this state- but she just couldn't leave Rachel. "Rach," Quinn shouted up the stairs. "I have to take San home. Are you going to be okay, or do you want to come with us?" There was a pause for a few minutes and then Rachel stumbled down the stairs, in her pyjamas, wrapped in a blanket, with a tear-stained face and tissues stuck in her hair.
"I'll stay here," Rachel said before blowing her nose and letting out a sound like that of a dying animal.
"Are you sure?" Quinn asked cautiously.
"'Es!" Rachel snapped and then threw up on the floor. Feeling like a mother herself, Quinn got Santana to take her shoes and jacket off and sat her and Rachel down on the sofa to watch some cartoons on TV while she herself cleaned up the vomit, Rachel constantly apologising and Santana sobbing something about the coyote 'never getting a fair chance' before throwing up herself. By the end of that ordeal Quinn felt like she was doing well not to murder the both of them.
She got Rachel to get changed and then she helped Santana gather her stuff. At last, she drove Santana home and told Santana's mother that they had gone to a party and that the punch was spiked.
Quinn suggested to Rachel that they get some take-out as it was by now getting quite late, so they headed back to Rachel's. The brunette ordered while Quinn texted her mom to tell her that she'd decided to stay another night at Rachel's- not that the woman would care. She hardly noticed whether Quinn was in or out with all the guests she had every night and if there were no guests she was too drunk to tell the difference between her youngest daughter and the salt shaker.
Almost as soon as Quinn had sent her mom the text she got a call, Finn.
"Hey, babe." She said, glancing behind her to check Rachel's stomach was behaving itself, which it seemed to be.
"Are you running late or something?" Finn asked, a tinge of annoyance to his usually kind tone.
"What?" Quinn suddenly remembered. "Oh, damn it! Finn, I'm so sorry I forgot! It's just been a really busy day and-"
"Well, busy doesn't really excuse forgetting our one year anniversary." Finn said. "I've been sat here looking like an idiot, for forty minutes, waiting for you. I rented a limo, I bought you flowers- which are starting to wilt- I spent some much money and time and thought and effort on this."
"Finn, I'm sorry!"
"No," His voice sounded broken. "I am."
"Finn!" Quinn shouted down the line, but it was no use, he'd hung up. She turned around and saw Rachel looking at her pitifully. Quinn wandered over to the sofa and sat down as she snuggled into Rachel's side and cried while her friend put her arm around her and comforted her the way Quinn had done earlier that day.
"He doesn't deserve you," Rachel whispered. "You're beautiful, inside and out." At the doorbell, Rachel stood up but felt dizzy and asked Quinn to go get it, saying it would just be the Chinese food delivery guy.
Quinn thanked the guy, took the food and headed back into the TV room, but before she even got there Rachel was shrieking "eurgh!"
"What is it?" Quinn asked as she hurried into the room, still holding the take-out.
"THAT" Rachel pointed at it and covered her nose. "Stinks!" Quinn remembered the symptoms page she'd looked at that morning, which felt like a lifetime ago. 'You may experience food cravings, or food aversions.' "Why did it have to be Chinese?" Rachel cried as she dramatically flopped in the other direction and covered her nose with a pillow.