So, here's my newest What If. What If the Girls Started a Pact? I started to write this a while ago, but I never really took off with it until I finished What If School of Rock was Glee's Childhood? I'm currently working on two other stories, but I'm going to be working on this one more often until I get it done. Then I'll probably post my St. Fabray What If, and then another parody-type thing, sort of like WISORWGC, but not using School of Rock this time. :)

And since I started to write this some time ago, Kurt is still with New Directions, and Quinn, Santana, and Brittany are still on the Cheerios. I think that's all . . . If there's anything else that seems to be not up-to-date with the show, y'know why.

Anyway, enough of my jabbering. :)

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, why would I be writing a fanfiction?

Quinn Fabray gathered her books from her locker, trying to remember whether or not she had U.S. History next period. As she was about to grab the textbook, Rachel Berry appeared next to her, exclaiming a loud greeting that made Quinn jump, her books tumbling out of her arms. Quinn knelt down and picked up the textbooks and binders. She straightened her back and looked at Rachel, waiting for her to say something.

"I didn't mean to frighten you. I just have a question," Rachel said quietly.

Quinn sighed. "What?"

"How bad is it being pregnant?" Rachel asked. Quinn slowly turned to look at the other girl. Rachel's expression was totally casual, as if she'd just asked Quinn the time. The blond cocked an eyebrow, shifting her books over to one side awkwardly.

"Why do you want to know?" Quinn asked.

Rachel refrained from rolling her eyes. "I thought it might be pretty obvious when I asked the question," she said. "I'm pregnant."

Quinn's eyes widened. "Who's the father?"

Rachel bit her lip. She really didn't want to tell Quinn the truth; the blond girl would surely hate her forever. She folded her arms across her chest and tried to put herself in Quinn's position. If she had already had a baby and the father got her former archenemy pregnant, there was no doubt in Rachel's mind that that certain girl would once again become her nemesis. And she didn't want Quinn to hate her as much as she did about a year ago.

"Well," Rachel started, "it's . . . um . . . it's . . ."

"It's Puck, isn't it?" Quinn asked.

"Yes."

Quinn nodded. "I figured, judging by the way you were so hesitant to tell me. I'm not mad at you. I know how persuasive he can be, and I know all about the fact that he'll do anything to get into someone's pants."

Rachel smiled.

"Hey, girls." Mercedes Jones approached Quinn and Rachel, Tina Cohen-Chang at her side. "What's new?"

"Puckerman got another lucky girl loaded," Quinn explained. Rachel elbowed her in the arm and Quinn bit back a grin.

"Really?" Mercedes smiled; she loved all kinds of gossip.

"Who is it?" Tina asked.

Quinn was about to answer, but Rachel was quick to cover the taller girl's mouth with her hand. "Oh, does it really matter who it is? It really isn't something that the two of you should know in the first place." She shot a glare at Quinn and took her hand away. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Sure, Preggo," Mercedes said to Rachel. "You're the most predictable person in the world. Don't try to hide the fact that, in nine months, your youth is gonna be tossed out the window."

Rachel sighed. "Okay, it's me," she admitted. "In my defense, Noah took me to a party with upperclassmen and got me drunk. I didn't even know it was alcohol when I was drinking it; I thought it was just something that had gone bad and taken on an awfully bitter taste."

"So naïve," Quinn breathed, shaking her head as she closed her locker.

Tina began to blush slightly. "Well, I don't think you should be . . . going this alone, Rachel."

The three other girls all stared at her with strange expressions.

"I mean, shouldn't we do this with her?" Tina suggested. "We're all a family."

Quinn scoffed. "Nobody else decided to get pregnant when Puck impregnated me."

"We didn't really know you. Plus, you were kind of a bitch to all of us," Tina recalled. She stepped slightly behind Mercedes in fear of the strong Cheerio getting into a catfight with her, just like Quinn and Santana had weeks ago.

"We'd have to get Brittany and Santana to agree to this, too," Mercedes said. "Not to mention the guys."

"'Cedes, you want to go through with this?" Quinn asked in disbelief.

Mercedes shrugged and nodded.

Rachel sighed dramatically. "Guys, I don't want you to do this just because I was reckless one night and let Noah take advantage of me."

"We want to, Rachel," Tina assured the shorter girl.

"I don't. Being pregnant is awful," Quinn sneered. "We're not discussing Glee Club or something. We're talking about taking care of a whole other life for nine grueling months." She glanced at Rachel. "I don't mean to, like, scare you or anything, but I didn't think it would be that bad until I actually went through it. This is a big deal!"

Mercedes took a deep breath. "Quinn, we're going to do this. It's okay if you decide you don't want to, but I'm sure we can convince Santana and Brittany to do it, too. And, with enough persuasion, the guys will help us, too, I'm sure. But you don't have to."

Quinn sighed as the other three began discussing how they'd try to convince the guys. The blonde pondered the whole thought in her mind. What if she did join this pact and get pregnant again? Would her mother kick her out of the house like her father did when she was pregnant with Beth? Would she end up changing her mind halfway through the pregnancy? Who would she want the father to be?

If her mother did kick her out, she'd just stay with whoever the father would be. And if that failed, she'd stay with Mercedes, just like the first time. If she changed her mind during the pregnancy, she could just give the baby up for adoption and not have to deal with it, just like she had with Beth.

Quinn watched as Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina began walking away. Quickly, she caught up with them and jumped in front of them, preventing them from walking any further.

Without thinking of all the pain and agony the next nine months would involve, she announced, "I'm in."

With that, she was whisked through the hallway, enveloped in hugs and giggles and cheers. She was in the choir room then, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the other three girls in front of their fellow Glee Clubbers. Luckily, Mr. Schuester wasn't in the room at the time. The remaining eight members looked wonderingly at the four girls standing before them.

"We have something we want to do," Tina said, "and we're going to need everyone else's help."

"Rachel's pregnant. Puckerman knocked her up," Mercedes declared. Everyone's eyes moved to Puck, whose own eyes widened. Rachel blushed.

"Anyway," Tina continued for Mercedes, "we don't want Rachel to have to go through this alone. So Mercedes, Quinn, and I have decided to go through this with her. We're making a pregnancy pact. We were hoping Santana and Brittany would join us, too."

Quinn added, "Also, the guys' sperm would be of good use."

"All of our babies can grow up together. This way, the club will never be torn apart," Rachel said with an optimistic grin. "We can take care of the kids, they can have playdates, and we can go to each other's houses to help care for the others' babies."

"So, what do you say, everyone?"

"I'll do it," Santana sighed. "I get sex and any kid of mine will be damn awesome."

Brittany nodded. "If Santana's doing it, then I will."

Finn waved his hand in the air. "I guess I will." He turned to his friends. "That is, only if you guys do it, too."

Sam shrugged. "Guess I will, then."

Mike and Artie agreed to help as well. The only two that didn't were Puck and Kurt. Kurt, for obvious reasons. Puck was about to be a father of two at seventeen; he sure as hell didn't want three.

"So, since Rachel's already got one in the oven, there are five girls that need knocking up," Tina observed.

"And there are only four guys," Mercedes added.

"I call Quinn," Sam said suddenly, rising to his feet and approaching Quinn. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. Quinn didn't object. She loved Sam, even if he was only a sophomore.

"Well, one of the guys is going to have to double up," Tina told them.

Artie raised his hand. "I will."

"Artie?" Rachel asked. "Are you sure?"

Artie shrugged. "Why not?"

"I guess I'll take Finnocence," Santana sighed, looking at her nails.

Finn swallowed hard, his eyes widening just a bit.

"Come on, Hudson. You and I have already done it together, so it'll probably be less nerve-racking for you." Santana cocked an eyebrow as she folded her arms across her chest. "Maybe this time you won't keep apologizing every five seconds for putting your hands somewhere awkward, and I'll know to prepare myself for your slightly disturbing orgasm face."

Puck laughed aloud. Sam, Mike, and Mercedes chuckled under their breath. Quinn bit her lip to keep from letting out a laugh.

Santana headed toward the choir room door. "Let's get it done, quarterback."

Finn stood slowly. "Wait, right now?" he asked. "But we'll miss rehearsal. Mr. Schuester will be wondering where we are. And where, exactly, are we doing this?"

"Janitor's closet. Yo, Q, cover for me and Frankenteen if Schue asks," the Latina called over her shoulder, her dark, curly ponytail bouncing as she sashayed into the hall.

"Got it." Quinn stepped forward and placed her hand on Finn's arm. "Good luck, Finn."

The tall boy shot his ex-girlfriend a terrified glance. Sure, he'd done it with Santana before, but now they were taking absolutely no precautions in pregnancy; in fact, they were doing exactly the opposite. They were trying to get pregnant. The thought scared Finn.

"It'll all work out in the end," Quinn promised, giving him a reassuring smile. "Trust me."

Finn nodded, grinned at her, took a deep breath, and followed Santana's tracks out the door. The room fell silent then; everyone was trying to picture Santana suddenly leaning out of a janitor's closet and pulling a confused Finn into the second time of his life.

Mercedes broke the sudden silence. "So Britt gets Artie, since they're dating," she said.

"You and I can get together, too, 'Cedes." Artie made sure Brittany was daydreaming and not paying any attention before he said, "I really don't think Britt will care much."

"Really?" Mercedes asked. She shrugged. "All right, then. Britt and I will take Artie. There's our double."

The wheelchair-bound footballer smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Works for me."

"So that leaves Mike and me." Tina took Mike's hand.

"Fantastic!" Rachel beamed.

Mr. Schuester entered the choir room then. "Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late."

As the kids headed to their seats, Sam stealthily murmured in Quinn's ear, "Parents are out tonight. My place; seven o'clock." His voice sent shivers down Quinn's spine as the two sat and shared a smile.

"Where are Finn and Santana?"

"Santana started to get sick," Quinn lied, "so Finn volunteered to take her home."

"Oh. Well, that's okay." Mr. Schuester smiled. "Today's lesson is on a singer I'm sure all of you know. One of her songs, a very personal favorite of mine, Disturbia—"

"Disturbia, like Finn's orgasm face?" Brittany asked. Without even making an effort to stop himself, Puck burst out laughing. Rachel sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. Mercedes closed her eyes and muttered "Oh, God" under her breath. Artie twisted around in his wheelchair to look at Brittany, shaking his head gently to tell her that she was wrong.

Mr. Schuester's brow puckered. "Uh . . . what was that, Brittany?"

"Disturbia. That's what Finn's orgasm face is. Isn't that what Santana—"

"No, Brittany," Sam exclaimed, cutting Brittany off.

"Santana said disturbing, not Disturbia," Tina clarified.

Puck had stopped laughing, and it fell silent in the choir room. Mr. Schuester looked out at all of the kids, and they stared back at him.

"So, let me get this straight. Santana said that Finn's"—Mr. Schuester shifted a little—"orgasm face is disturbing?"

Quinn shrugged. "Pretty much."

The teacher sighed. "Santana didn't get sick, did she?"

"They're in the janitor's closet," Mike admitted. The rest of the club nodded in agreement. Out of the blue, Mercedes started giggling softly. Everybody turned to her. She continued to laugh quietly, biting her lip in an attempt to stop. After a moment or two, Mike started to laugh with her. Puck joined in, followed by Quinn, Artie, and then Sam. Rachel, Tina, and Kurt smiled but laughed on the inside. Brittany just smiled, but she wasn't sure if everybody was laughing at her misunderstanding.

Mr. Schuester was blushing. He'd just been told that two of his students were having sex in a janitor's closet. Which was pretty funny. He smiled, shaking his head. "All right, guys. Back to our lesson. Let's forget about Disturbia. I was talking about Rihanna."

"But I bet that face really is wicked creepy."

"Moving on, Puck!"