Chapter 4:
AN: Not going to respond to all reviews anymore because I'm fed up everyone saying 'Puck is disgusting. I thought this is supposed to be Faberry! I hate Brittana. That baby needs to die' and stuff like that because it's horrible. I like nice comments and constructive criticism but not hate. Thank you to those of you who HAVE supported this story. I appreciate each and every one of you xx
Last Time:"Can we help you three?" Mr Schue asked.
"Yes actually," Puck said politely. "We'd like to join the Glee Club."
Rachel grabbed her boyfriend Puck's shirt and dragged him to the other side of the room. "What are you doing?"
He smiled charmingly. "Trying out for Glee Club."
"Well that's obvious," Rachel pointed out. "I MEANT, why are you trying out for Glee? You hate singing, dancing, the people here-"
"I don't hate YOU though," Puck said, he kissed her and she rolled her eyes.
"I still think you have some evil scheme up your sleeve," Rachel said but let him take her arm and pull her back to the others. She noticed Quinn looking at them with pursed lips. Rachel remembered from her summer psychology class that pursed lips was a symbol of trying to hold something back- but what? When Matt and Mike had done their dance audition together and Puck was up doing his song, she leant over to her best friend and whispered into her ear, "Are you okay? You looked like you were sucking on lemons back then."
"Back when?" Quinn asked with her head turned the other way.
"When I was talking to Noah," She frowned. "Why are you mad at me? If anything, I should be mad at YOU. I've had a horrible week what with," She gestured to her stomach when she was sure no-one was looking. "Plus you taking over the Cheerio's, trying to hide 'this' from everyone especially Noah with Jacob Ben Israel continually pestering me about 'this'…"
Quinn turned around at that. "He's still asking you about that?" Rachel nodded and Quinn grabbed Santana's arm and pulled her up and out the door before anyone could react, just as Puck finished performing and Mr Schue announced that all three boys were in.
"What was with Quinn?" Puck asked, sitting down next to her.
"She needed to go to the bathroom," Rachel lied and kissed him on the cheek quickly. "You were great by the way."
Puck raised an eyebrow. "She needed to take Santana with her to the bathroom?"
"It's what girls do," Rachel explained not untruthfully.
Puck leant a little closer to her and whispered so that only she could hear. "There's been a rumour going around that the head cheerleader's pregnant." Rachel took a sharp intake of breath. "And I thought they meant you but since you got…demoted" He said carefully, knowing Rachel was still very upset about it. "Maybe they meant Quinn. I normally don't listen to crap like this, but Quinn has been acting suspicious lately. You don't think she is pregnant, do you?"
"No," Rachel said quickly. "Quinn isn't idiotic enough to get pregnant," But I am, she finished just in her mind. "Don't listen to stupid rumours like that."
Rachel stared at herself in the mirror that lunch after the boys' auditions. She was starting to show. She badly needed to do something about this. She and Brittany were in the bathroom waiting for Quinn and Santana who had texted and said to meet here. They had checked that the stalls were all empty and were now stood in front of the mirrors. Brittany suddenly turned to Rachel and asked her when the stork was going to deliver her baby! Rachel's eyes widened both from horror that Brittany said that in a public place and also horror that Brittany didn't know how babies were made. Well, she was not in the mood to give the talk! Thankfully, Quinn and Santana entered at that moment.
"Oh my god," Rachel screamed at seeing her best friend's beautiful face bruised. "Quinn are you alright? What happened?"
"I'm here too!" Santana said and Brittany raced over and hugged her love.
"Well, we beat up that pervert Jacob for harassing you but turns out he's been taking karate lessons." Quinn didn't even look as the door opened just snapped her finger and ordered, "Out." Being head cheerleader had it's privileges
Rachel held onto Quinn until she saw the blood and then she hurried into a stall, grabbed some toilet paper and wet it under the cold tap and after giving a piece to Brittany, she used it to wipe the blood away from Quinn's cut. She opened her bag and got out the tiny first aid kit she always carried in case of emergencies and put a plaster on Santana's cut and a bandage around Quinn's bigger one. "I took First Aid," She explained. When she had finished she kissed Quinn quickly on the cheek. Quinn turned around to look at her in confusion, but then the bell went just and they grabbed their things to go.
"Rach," Quinn said as she lay on her stomach on Rachel's bed the next afternoon. The two of them were lying on the bed in opposite directions in a comfortable silence. The brunette was lying on her back with a hand subconciously on her stomach. Rachel looked over her shoulder for Quinn to continue. "When are you going to tell Puck about… you know what?"
"Hello ladies," Rachel glanced towards the door at her father's voice. "Need anything?"
"We're fine thanks Dad," Rachel said in the voice that Hiram knew meant that she wanted to talk to Quinn and not him- she used it a lot.
"I get it," Hiram said, putting a hand out dramatically as if offended. "I'm intruding on girl time."
"YES!" Rachel snapped and slammed the door leaving her father feeling confused.
Quinn raise an eyebrow but said nothing. "So…"
"So?" Rachel asked with a huff as she sat down at her dressing table and began to brush her hair.
"Rachel," Quinn came over to the dressing table and took the brush off of Rachel. She began to brush through Rachel's soft hair. Quinn took a part of Rachel's hair and slower than necessary began to twist it into a plait, loving the feel of it.
"I wish you could, but you cannot hide this from Puck much longer. Or your dads." Rachel turned around and Quinn let go of her hair.
"I thought that you're supposed to be my best friend!" Rachel snapped. "Would you stop pressuring me into telling them? It's okay for you, Quinn Fabray! Miss Perfect. Nothing ever goes wrong for you. Me, I was the idiot that hooked up with a guy when I knew I was in love with someone else." Quinn froze. "Argh!" Rachel suddenly raced to her ensuite but threw up just as she entered the door. Quinn followed behind and held up her hair, stroking her back, whispering comforting words to her. When Rachel had finished she turned around and Quinn spotted her tears. The two girls embraced. "I'm sorry!" Rachel sobbed. "I didn't mean any of that. You are the best friend I could ever wish for. The only true thing about what I said was that I'm an idiot. Both then for doing 'it', and now for not realising that you are the best thing to happen to me in my whole life."
"So you're not in love with someone else?" Quinn asked, needing to know if that had just been a lie.
Rachel's pause was all Quinn needed to know, it was her tell. "No."
Quinn was sat on Rachel's bed inspecting a necklace as Rachel paced back and forth silently going over what she wanted to say. "Are you sure you want to tell them together?" Quinn asked. Rachel just kept pacing as if she couldn't even hear her. As the doorbell rung Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand and gently pulled her down the stairs.
Sat on one sofa were Rachel's two fathers, on the other was Puck, with the coffee table between them. It was absolutely silent in the room and incredibly awkward. Quinn knew that Rachel's fathers had never liked Puck either, thinking of him as too reckless and dangerous for their precious only daughter. They also didn't understand why someone should choose to do that to their hair! Puck on the other hand, thought that Rachel's dads were annoying and uptight.
"Hi babe," The boy with the Mohawk gave Rachel a quick kiss while Quinn bit down on her lip and felt the blood pool into her mouth. "So what did you want to talk about with me…and your parents?"
Rachel let go of his hand and came back in front of the coffee table beside Quinn. "Dad, Daddy, Noah, I asked you all to meet here because I love all three of you and I've done something wrong, but I don't want you to hate me for it!" All three men protested and Rachel nodded as Quinn took a step closer and held the brunette's hand. "Well, um, I think. No, I am sure. No, I'm- I'm pregnant." She glanced at Puck. "And it's yours." There was absolute silence for a moment, then LeRoy leapt up as if he was going to stake Puck, Hiram tried to restrain him, and both Quinn and Rachel heard Puck mutter, "WEIRD. No protection works for me ninety-nine percent of the time!"
Rachel stared and then erupted. "YOU TOLD ME YOU WORE A CONDOM!" She screeched. Quinn grabbed her and tried to pull her back but Rachel was far too angry for that. "I can't believe you Noah! You are nowhere near responsible enough to be a father and I won't have you anywhere near my child. We're done."
"Rach-"
"GET OUT!" Quinn shouted, enjoying finally getting to yell at Puck.
After Puck left, Hiram and LeRoy had a long conversation with Rachel as Quinn stood close by. Rachel's fathers weren't happy, but they were reasonable and understood that she was fifteen when it happened, and that teenagers make mistakes. They weren't willing to forgive Puck though, which was good, because Rachel wasn't either. She couldn't believe he hadn't even tried to stop the inevitable. Suddenly, she felt the morning sickness coming back and raced up to her room and ensuite, not quite making it in time and throwing up all over her bed. Rachel slammed the door shut and locked it. She heard pounding but just headed to the toilet before sorting out the sheets and finally answering Quinn's calls. "I'm fine," She said, though her voice was shaking and croaky.
"Rachel!" Quinn shouted. "Let me in!" Rachel turned the key and Quinn, who had evidently been leaning against the door, fell. Rachel helped her best friend up, but then she sat down on the mattress. Quinn glanced at the blankets.
"Did you have an accident?" She asked jokingly and Rachel let out a burst of laughter before she remembered why she was upset and started to cry again. She mopped her face with a hand towel to get away the sick and gestured for Quinn to grab the lip gloss, which the blonde did. As Rachel put on the lip gloss she felt Quinn's eyes on her lips and looked up, about to ask what was wrong but then Quinn stood up, turned away from Rachel and took in a huge breath, as if working up the nerve to do something.
Rachel's phone buzzed and she glanced at it, seeing Puck's picture. Oh god. She couldn't raise a baby alone! But she couldn't stand to give it up, she was attached already. Rachel suddenly started to sob. Her future. College, broadway, she could feel it all slipping away!
"Rachel…" Quinn's voice was distant and distorted. "Rachel…calm down…relax…it will be okay." Quinn bent down and pressed her lips against Rachel's. The pressure was intense but amazing. She didn't understand how Quinn, whose lips were soft, unchapped and smelt heavenly, could kiss Rachel, who still had sick on her breath, and yet, Quinn did. It was brief, but it snapped her out of her panic attack. Quinn jumped back. "I'm so sorry."
"No. Thank you," Rachel said quietly. "It was nice."
Quinn was breathing heavily though. She felt all of her thoughts collapse in on her and then she ran out of the door, hearing Rachel shout her name but ignoring it. Why had she done that? She was such an idiot. She had ruined her friendship with Rachel. She had done something she had sworn never to do after her sister slapped her for accidently revealing that she harboured feelings for the brunette. She had disgraced herself and her family, her parents would say. Quinn had made Rachel most definitely hate her.
She made it into her car, which was outside the Berry house, and then Quinn collapsed into her seat against the steering wheel as the rain pounded against her car like a drum. The way it had been pounded into her by her parents that the only way to love was one person of the opposite sex. Words leapt out from her past as she sobbed for what felt like eternity. Sin, disgusting, horrific, wrong, Hell.
"Quinn!" Quinn looked up breathlessly at the shout that reached her ears through the pouring rain. Rachel was on the other side of her car, banging against the window, her arms around her naked arms to keep them warm as she was only wearing leggings and a shirt, her baby bump showing slightly if you were looking for it. "Let me in!" Just ten minutes ago, Quinn had told Rachel to do the exact same thing, odd how it had suddenly flipped.
Quinn reached over and unlocked the door. Rachel readily jumped in, slamming the door behind her. She grabbed a blanket from the back of Quinn's car and wrapped it around herself as she sat down in the passenger seat, Quinn spotting that she wasn't wearing shoes either.
Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand. Quinn tried to rip it away, thinking she wasn't worthy enough for sympathy, but Rachel wouldn't let that happen and she clung on.
When Quinn had run out of tears, she looked over at Rachel, mascara running down her face pitifully, and the brunette leant over and kissed her. Quinn was shocked that Rachel was kissing her at all, let alone in this state, but she took what she could get and pressed back gently. It was a soft, comforting kiss, not a passionate one like the first had been, but this felt just as nice in the moment as the first one had. What it felt like after the moment was a whole other story.
"Did you just do that because you felt sorry for me?" Quinn asked, knowing that was the only reason someone so beautiful as Rachel would do that, but Rachel shook her head.
"Of course not."
"But I look horrible, and anyway, you don't like me that way." Quinn pointed out.
Rachel leant back over and fiddled with Quinn's hair. "You are the most beautiful human I have ever met, but you're even more beautiful inside, and that's why I do like you that way." Quinn let herself half smile as Rachel took a strand of Quinn's blonde locks in her hand gently before cupping Quinn's face in her hands. "Beautiful," She said again.