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Hello dear readers, thanks for reading and reviewing, welcome to chapter 21

Chapter 21 – Who's the Daddy?

By the time Mike woke up in the morning, Tina was long gone, but a bruise on his thigh remained to keep him company. He ran his finger over the mark with a small smile on his lips, sighing as he relived in his mind how she had drank from him.

Getting out of bed, he stripped off the boxers he had slept in and looked himself over in his full-length mirror. He had more than a few bite marks littering his skin. Most were in places that were easily covered, but the marks resting on his neck were too severe to pass off as love-bites meaning the boy had taken to wearing turtle-necks to hide them from view.

After taking a shower and pulling on some clean underwear, Mike danced about his bedroom. He was light on his feet, passing through his room like a shadow, as swift as the swish of Tina's cloak, his movements strikingly similar to that of a bat.

Fully dressed and being driven to school by his mother, Mike found himself shifting in his seat. He felt restless and he craved to be bitten by Tina again.

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That morning, Kurt was distressed to discover that one of the tyres on his car had been slashed. He ranted to his dad about the situation and while switching a tyre was an easy task for the Hummel men, they didn't have the time to do it.

"Don't worry," Burt told his son. "I'll have your baby sorted before you get home, I promise. Do you want me to give you a ride in?"

"No," Kurt shook his head. "You're already running late. I can walk it."

"Alright," Burt agreed. "But try and get a lift home with one of those Glee friends of yours."

Bidding his dad goodbye, Kurt set off for school feeling bitter about his slashed tyre. He was busy mumbling about the annoyance of it all when the sparse hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end and a sinking feeling made itself known in the pit of his stomach. It was a peculiar sensation with which he had become horribly familiar over the years. Such a sense of unease meant that he was being followed by someone with less than friendly intentions. Normally, these incidences happened in the halls of McKinley when one of the jocks caught him on his own without any useful teachers nearby.

Speeding up his pace, Kurt hurried around a corner, quickly checked that nobody was looking and then stepped through somebody's backyard wall. He cast a quick look up to the house but it didn't seem as though any occupants were alert to his presence in their garden. Still, to be on the safe side he concealed himself behind a bush, mentally cursing what the leaves and twigs were doing to his beloved clothing. Keeping still and silent, he waited for the sound of footsteps. He heard them passing by and carefully poked his head through the wall. He saw Karofsky stalking along and quickly pulled his head back into the garden. He recalled Rachel's warning about Karofsky and glanced down at himself, willing his body to turn invisible. It didn't work right away so he closed his eyes and imagined himself being intimate with Puck.

He imagined the two of them slow-dancing together and sharing gentle kisses as they undressed one another. Then he pictured Puck sweeping him up into his arms before placing him down on a mattress covered in rose-petals. As he thought about Puck's dick, Kurt knew he must be blushing an impressive shade of crimson, but he also suspected he might be invisible now. Glancing down at himself, his suspicions were proved correct and once again the shyness that he felt about anything sexual related had served to turn him invisible.

Stepping back through the wall, he carried on to school, concentrating on staying out of sight and avoiding Karofsky.

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Quinn slammed the door of her locker shut and glared up at Finn with her hands on her hips.

"Whoa, scary Quinn," Finn commented taking a step back and almost cowering under her gaze. "Um, whatever I said wrong I'm sorry ok."

"Lately everything you say is wrong," Quinn informed him. "It might be better for our relationship if you just stopped talking."

"I'm sorry," Finn mumbled. "Let me make it up to you," he offered. "My mum's working late tonight. You could come over and I'll cook for you. I make a mean grilled cheese. Then we could play Xbox and make out a little."

Why am I even dating you? Quinn thought to herself. As Finn leaned up against the locker, peering at her with soft eyes and wearing a dopey smile she felt a gentle fluttering in her stomach. That's why, Quinn remembered as she smiled back at her boyfriend. Because when you look at me like that I'll forgive you for just about anything.

"So, mine tonight?" Finn prompted.

"Sounds fun," Quinn agreed and Finn presented her with his handsome smile before leaning down to kiss her.

"I'll see you later," Finn said before jogging to catch up to Mr. Schue and ask for an extension on his Spanish homework.

I'm gonna puke, Quinn thought clamping a hand over her mouth and trying to prevent the inevitable.

A comforting arm settled around her waist and she allowed herself to be guided to the nearest toilet. She made it just in time and tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she wretched into the toilet bowl, a comforting hand rubbing her back.

I hate this, she thought as she placed a hand over her stomach. I can feel the baby bump. It's small but it's there. I can't hide this much longer. People are going to find out. They're going to judge me, mock me, and maybe even hate me. I feel so alone.

"You're not alone," Rachel told her in a gentle tone. "Everybody in Glee Club will support you."

"I doubt that," Quinn replied bitterly before spitting into the toilet a few times. "Mr. Schuester will look at me with sad disappointment. Santana will bitch and laugh about me behind my back. And Finn… I don't even know how he's going to react." I don't think I want to know.

"There are more than three people in Glee, Quinn," Rachel pointed out. "I'm going to stand by you through all of this. So will Artie, and Matt, Kurt, Noah, Mercedes, Tina and Mike. Brittany's too sweet to ever be truly mean to anyone," Rachel reasoned.

"She's Santana's best friend, she'll follow her example," Quinn insisted.

"You don't know that," Rachel argued. "Just give Santana the opportunity and she might surprise you. I'm sure Santana and Brittany are better friends to you than you realise right now. Finn might be hurt and angry at first," Rachel admitted. "And given the situation he has a right to be. But give him some time and space then he may come around and support you along with everyone else."

"He wouldn't want to be my boyfriend anymore though would he?" Quinn asked as she continued rubbing her stomach.

"Probably not," Rachel answered honestly. "But can you really blame him?"

"No," Quinn said quietly. "Oh god, I've really messed up," she choked out as she started to cry.

"Hey, ssh, ssh, it's ok," Rachel soothed grabbing some toilet paper to gently wipe the sick away from the corner of Quinn's mouth. "We all make mistakes. It's a part of being human. Look, I know things must seem impossibly bad for you now. You're just a teenager. You're too young to have to deal with a situation like this. I wish I could make this all go away for you but it really isn't in my power to do that. You've made a mistake and now you're facing the consequences. It isn't easy, but then, it shouldn't be easy. Life lessons and learning experiences are difficult, brutal even. But how we cope with them only adds to the person we're supposed to be. You will get through this, Quinn, and things will get better and it may be a long way off, but there will be a time when you'll be glad that this happened to you because this whole situation is just one more thing shaping you into the woman you're destined to become."

"I have to tell Finn, don't I?" Quinn asked.

"He deserves to know the truth," Rachel nodded.

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All through the day, Kurt felt rather on edge. He kept his eyes alert for any sign of Karofsky but had been fortunate enough to avoid his path. He'd also managed to be in the company of at least one person from Glee Club at all times which eased his nerves somewhat. However, after French class he found himself without any of his friends for the first time that day and once again felt that strange feeling that somebody was watching and following him. So really, when two hands came up behind him to cover his eyes, it wasn't his fault that he freaked out a little and elbowed the person in the stomach.

"Oh, sorry," Kurt apologised turning to find Puck rubbing where he'd just been hit.

"Ok, one… ow," Puck complained. "Two… what the hell was that for?"

"I'm sorry," Kurt apologised again. "I thought you were Karofsky."

"Is that asshole bothering you?" Puck asked, the pain in his stomach forgotten and his protective instincts taking over.

"One of the tyres on my car got slashed so I had to walk to school this morning," Kurt explained. "He was following me. I managed to turn invisible and hide and I've avoided him here so far but… I just have this really uneasy feeling. Plus, after the game last Friday, Rachel did warn me about him. I'm probably just being stupid but he's really starting to freak me out."

"That's it, I'm totally gonna kick his ass," Puck said.

"No, you can't," Kurt objected. "I don't want you getting into trouble over me."

"Well I don't want you getting hurt," Puck replied setting his hands at Kurt's waist.

"Um, Noah, you shouldn't touch me like that," Kurt warned gently moving Puck's hands off of him. "Anyone could see."

"Like I give a fuck," Puck shrugged before stepping closer and taking Kurt's face in his hands. "Don't worry about Karofsky, I'm never gonna let him hurt you." He pressed his lips to Kurt's, regardless of anyone who might be watching them and he felt Kurt relax into the kiss. "Come on, I'll walk you to your next class," Puck said wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

Halfway down the corridor, an enraged Karofsky had witnessed the exchange and a dark expression passed over his face as he moved towards them, gripping his hockey stick threateningly.

Before he could take two steps, a hand had curled around the back of his neck and a set of sharp nails were piercing his skin, drawing blood.

"Go on," Tina encouraged. "Try and hurt my friends. I dare you," she challenged aggressively.

Wisely, Karofsky let the hockey stick drop to the floor and held his hands up in surrender.

"You're smarter than you look," Tina told him releasing her hold on his neck. "Tread carefully," she advised. "I'll be watching you," she warned before sweeping away.

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By lunch time, Mike just couldn't handle it anymore. He needed Tina, yearned for her, desperately. Almost as if she could sense his aching need, Tina appeared before him and Mike dropped to his knees before her.

"Please," he begged in a breathless whisper.

"Stand," Tina commanded and Mike jumped to his feet to please her. "Follow me," she instructed gripping his hand in her own before leading him through the school halls, Mike having to practically run to keep up with her quick and graceful strides. "Off," Tina requested tugging at Mike's turtle-neck once she had led them into the Choir Room.

Hastening to obey, Mike pulled the garment off over his head and carelessly let it drop to the floor.

"Good boy," Tina praised petting his hair and the boy practically whimpered.

"Bite me, please," Mike begged.

Tina raked her eyes over his torso before sinking her fangs into his abs. She moaned at the taste of his blood and Mike moaned along with her.

"More, harder," Mike pleaded and Tina made a fresh bite at his hip. "More," Mike asked weakly, his eyes blown with lust.

"You're too weak," Tina pointed out licking the blood from her lips. "You need rest."

"No, I can take it," he insisted. "Bite me, please," he reached out to her but he was so weak he could barely stand.

Lifting the boy into her arms, Tina placed him on top of the piano. She grabbed his turtleneck off the floor and redressed him in it before carrying him to the nurse's office so he could rest.

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"So?" Puck asked as he and Kurt were the first to arrive in the Choir Room for Glee Club. "Where are you planning to take me for our next date?"

"It's a surprise," Kurt told him mischievously.

"Any chance this surprise is you giving me a striptease because that would be awesome," Puck grinned.

"In your dreams," Kurt retorted.

"Trust me, my dreams about you get a lot kinkier than that," Puck winked.

"He's not lying," Rachel announced as she entered hand-in-hand with Artie. "Trust me, I know."

"Hey, the four of us should do a double date sometime," Artie suggested.

"That could be fun, I'm in," Puck agreed.

We should totally take them with us to the sing-a-long Sound of Music, Kurt thought to Rachel who burst out laughing.

"A double date sounds delightful," Rachel said. "Kurt and I will take care of the planning arrangements."

Shit, Puck thought.

Just as Tina was strutting into the Choir Room, Rachel's head started to pound before a blinding pain shot through her and she screamed before falling to the floor and writhing on the ground.

"Rachel?" Artie asked in a panic, instantly at her side and trying to soothe her.

"Stop it, please stop it!" Rachel cried out sounding spookily like Quinn rather than herself.

Her hands and legs were flaying everywhere to the point that she was actually slapping and punching herself. In one quick movement, Tina pinned Rachel's hands to the floor to prevent her from injuring herself.

"It's not Puck's!" Rachel screamed, still sounding eerily like Quinn.

"Rach, Rach, come on," Artie pleaded as Rachel continued to scream and writhe in pain.

"What's going on?" Kurt asked.

"It's another vision," Puck stated just as Mercedes entered with Santana and Brittany.

"Holy crap," Santana exclaimed as her eyes landed on Rachel.

The screams finally stopped and Rachel gasped and panted for a few moments. Satisfied the vision was over Tina released her grip on Rachel's wrists and helped her to sit up.

"Fight," Rachel gasped out. "Finn… Puck… Quinn."

Kurt shot a confused look to Puck who just shrugged in response.

"When's this fight going to happen?" Artie asked.

"Today," Rachel answered. "Ow, my head," she whimpered.

"Here, you can have my chocolate bar," Brittany offered. "Chocolate always makes me and Lord Tubbington feel better."

"You do look drained, eating something should help," Mercedes advised.

"Thank you," Rachel accepted the chocolate bar and nibbled it down just as Finn and Quinn entered with Matt and Mike behind them. "Oh no," Rachel said.

"Wait… what did you just say?" Finn asked looking at Quinn in a mixture of confused horror.

"Finn, I'm pregnant," Quinn told him.

"What… how… I… you… we never even had sex," Finn babbled.

"I know," Quinn said finding herself unable to make eye-contact with her boyfriend. Instead she concentrated on a spot on the wall just behind Puck's head. "The baby isn't yours," she admitted. "Finn, I'm so sorry," she tried to say but Finn wasn't listening.

He had followed Quinn's eye-line and his own gaze settled angrily on Puck.

"It's you," he pointed at Puck accusingly. "You fucked my girlfriend."

"Oh fuck," Puck groaned as he realised why Rachel's vision had included him. "Ok, Finnessa, just calm down and listen," Puck tried to placate as he stood up only for Finn to run at him and tackle him to the ground.

"You son of a bitch," Finn shouted throwing his fists into every part of Puck's body he could reach. "You can have any girl you want but you have to screw mine!"

"Stop it, please stop it!" Quinn cried out making to move towards the brawling boys but Matt gently pulled her back.

"You backstabbing asshole!" Finn swore.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, man!" Puck yelled back thumping Finn back as hard as he could and reversing their positions so he was on top. "I never touched your girl," he stood up and kicked at Finn's shin before spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

"You're lying!" Finn roared scrambling to his feet and taking a swing at Puck.

They grappled with one another before Puck had Finn slammed against the piano.

"Finn, it's not Puck's!" Quinn shouted out.

"Hey, what is going on in here?" Mr. Schue demanded to know as he entered the room and forcibly separated Finn and Puck from one another.

"They're lying to me!" Finn yelled as he kicked a chair over.

"Ok, everybody just calm down," Mr. Schue ordered. "Now tell me, what is going on in here?"

"Quinn's pregnant," Finn sneered.

"Quinn?" Mr. Schue asked looking to her with sad disappointment in his eyes. "Is that true?"

"It's true," Quinn nodded as a stray tear flowed down her cheek.

"And it's his," Finn added glaring at Puck.

"No it's not," Puck replied.

"Puck, come on, be honest," Mr. Schue told him and Puck glared back.

"It's not mine," Puck said through clenched teeth and Kurt lightly placed a hand on his arm.

"Calm down," he whispered.

"Quinn?" Mr. Schue asked. "Who's the father?"

"Does it really matter?" Quinn asked. "It's not Finn's and it's not Puck's. Can we just leave it at that?"

"She's fucking lying," Finn insisted.

"I don't think she is and watch your language," Mr. Schue told him. "Quinn, this is important. Tell us who the father is."

"If Quinn would like to keep that information private then that's her decision," Rachel said moving to stand by Quinn's side defensively.

"No, that's not fair, I need to know," Finn complained. "Tell me, just tell me."

"It doesn't matter," Quinn said quietly and everyone but Tina and Artie flinched as Finn kicked another chair over.

"It's mine," Matt declared and shocked looks were sent in the quiet boy's direction.

"What?" Finn asked.

"Totally didn't see that coming," Santana whispered to Brittany.

"It's mine," Matt repeated. "I got Quinn pregnant and she's having my baby."

To Be Continued…

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