"You're probably just bloated from lunch." That's the first thing Santana Lopez said to me. Not, when did you have sex, or, who's the father, or even, what are you going to do, she didn't even seem surprised that I had sex. I'm president of the celibacy club!

I had tears coming down my eyes. I could feel them. I wiped them away. "No, Santana. I'm pregnant. I did thee home pregnancy tests and everything!"

I was at Santana's house. We were supposed to be making posters for the celibacy club but I had to tell her. She's my best friend. She had to know how to help me. Better than Finn anyways. Much better than the other one for sure.

"Wait," Santana replied, "When did you even have sex?"

Well at least she finally caught on. She passed me a Kleenex box and I wiped away the tears yet again, and blew my nose.

"You know when Finn joined Glee Club after I specifically told him not to?" I said between sniffles.

Santana nodded. She came closer and put her arm around me for support.

"I just felt so terrible," I cried, "I hated that he was ruining everything that we had worked so hard for! I thought that if he joined, he would change and not want me anymore. Anyways, he went on that field trip with the other misfits and when he was gone… do you remember who was having a party that weekend?"

"Britney?" Santana offered.

"Yeah, that sounds right. So I was at the party, feeling totally alone, and like a loser, and then I started talking to this guy. He thought Finn was helping his mom recover from prostate surgery or something but I filled him in and he was just as mad. We went to his house, and we drank wine coolers and then I got drunk. I told him all about how my life was ending, how Finn wouldn't love me anymore, and how I had gained six pounds being worried! We started kissing but then he wanted more and I said yes. I was so drunk, and I felt so horrible."

I took a deep breath and let the tears come out even more. I had done enough crying for a long time but I knew that this wasn't the end of my tears. They would be coming back day after day.

Santana pulled me into a big hug. "Do you remember who the guy was honey?"

This is why I knew to tell Santana. She's so sweet and she didn't even judge me for having sex. She just wanted to help me.

I nodded. "Yeah. You're not going to say anything right, especially not to Finn?"

"You know I wouldn't Quinn!"

I took a deep breath so that I could get my sentence out in one breath without bursting into tears. "It was Puck."

Santana immediately let go of me and got up off of my bed. She stood up and backed away. She looked furious.

"My Puck? You had sex with my Puck?" She was screaming.

"You guys had only been dating for five days at that point Santana," I tied to explain, "I didn't think you guys were serious. Plus, don't you remember, I was drunk!"

Santana shook her head. "It doesn't matter Quinn. You were supposed to be my girl. Puck was off limits to you! Now you're having his baby! What do you want me to feel? Happy for you? Do you want me to plan the baby shower?"

I started crying again. I didn't think she would have minded. It was so long ago and they were broken up now. She broke up with him!

"You were supposed to be an example for the girls at our high school Quinn! Now you're just a back-stabbing slut! Have you even told Finn? Have you even told Puck?"

I shook my head. "I told Finn that it's his."

"You two haven't had sex!" Santana shrieked! She was angrier than I had ever seen her before.

"I told him that it happened when he had an incident in the hot tub. Puck's not part of the picture Santana. You don't have to worry about that. I'm just going to stay here in Lima and raise the baby with Finn."

"But you still had sex with Puck when he was boyfriend Quinn! Don't you get that? I never even had sex with him! You made me feel guilty when I even mentioned thinking about it! Now it turns out that you two had already done it!"

"I'm sorry." I said, in a small voice.

Santana said her next words n the most calm, serious tone I had ever heard her use. "I hate you Quinn Fabray. Now, get the hell out of my house."

I grabbed my bag and ran out of the house crying. I got into my car and drove home. My parents asked me why I was crying and just told them that I was having boy problems with Finn. They didn't seem to notice that I was lying.

I had a shower and laid on my bed, trying to go to sleep. I lifted up my shirt and put my hand on my stomach. Inside was a baby. My baby. Puck's baby. How could I have let this happen? Sure, Puck had been sweet that night, and listened to my problems. He had kissed me like he wanted to for years, but I know now that it was all just an act. He just wanted to get back at Finn, like I did. But now I was in over my head.

Puck isn't the one who has to deal with this. The baby, the costs, the humiliation. That's all on me. I'm the one who has to deal with it all and now he's forced me to dump it all on Finn. I've ruined my life. Worse, I've ruined Finn's.

I heard the doorbell rang and looked at the clock. It was ten thirty. It was too late for visitors. I peeked outside of my room and down the staircase as I saw my dad open the door. It was Finn. My dad called me down and said he'd give us privacy as he went upstairs.

"What are you dong here?" I asked, as I led Finn into the living room. He sat down on the couch. I sat down next to him.

"We're having a baby?" He whispered. But this time he said it like a question. Like he didn't know.

"Finn we've been over this." I whispered back.

Finn nods. "I know, I know but I was on the computer tonight when Santana instant messaged me and she was randomly telling me how you can't get pregnant from a hot tub incident if you have your bathing suits on and you're not laying on each other and… are we having a baby Quinn? Or did you make it up to make me quit Glee or something?"

My heart broke. I could not believe Santana did that. All my planning was ruined. I felt helpless. Finn was my only shot at keeping the baby. My only shot at people believing the immaculate conception storyline. He was the only way too save my reputation.

I could just lie and ask him how Santana would know anything. But I looked in his eyes and saw innocence. Purity. I couldn't lie.

I shook my head and the tears came out… once again. "Finn… I'm so sorry. We're not."

Finn wrapped me up into a hug. Huh?

"Don't be sorry Quinn. You didn't have to lie. I love you and we were going strong. Don't make up lies like that again."

Crap. I pulled away from the hug. "You don't understand," I whispered, "I'm pregnant. You're just not the father."

Finn's mouth dropped. I hated that I was the reason for the hurt on his face. Why did I have to be so stupid?

Finn stood up. He looked angry. Like Santana had been. "Well then, who is?" He asked.

Cliffhanger! Hope you guys like it! I'm not quite sure if I want this to be a Quinn/Puck story yet but I'm leaning towards that. Rest assured, there will also be many different characters from Glee in the story as well. I'm also hoping to start writing a Rachel/Finn story soon. Let me know what you think! Review please!