Author's Note: Hello guys! This is my first Glee fanfic, so I hope all goes well. I've previously (oops) left off in the middle of a Criminal Minds fanfic because I got really busy with school. School ends for me on Thursday, so all the work has died down. I will FINALLY continue my Criminal Minds story, Responses Are Key, in a few days, but this idea just popped into my head and I am currently feeling an extreme need to write this story out. Finally, I do not own Glee nor its characters, even though they are at the top of my wish list. Enjoy!

Rachel Berry isn't the kind of girl who should be planning out ways to convince one of her glee club members to buy her a pregnancy test at CVS. Nor is she the kind of girl who should be worrying about any teenage pregnancy but Quinn Fabray's. Rachel Berry should most definitely not be worrying about being pregnant at the age of 16, but she is, and therefore would greatly appreciate a pregnancy test to prove to her that she is NOT pregnant, because stars do NOT get pregnant before they are married, which is never before a few standing ovations on Broadway. Currently, she is lying on her bed, thinking about just who she could badger into making a midnight trip to CVS.

She couldn't ask Brittany, because even if she did make the effort, she would come back with a completely irrelevant item. She couldn't ask Santana, because she would just cuss her out. Mercedes was out of the question due to her tendency to tell anyone anything interesting. That left Quinn and Tina. (Picking any of the boys would be a horrible mistake.) Quinn was already showing, so unless the checkout person was as oblivious as Howard Bamboo at Sheets & Things, Quinn would not only be judged to be a slut, but a complete idiot. Who takes a pregnancy test when they are clearly pregnant? But Tina was way too shy, she could never do it, unless somebody went with her…

Quinn's POV

"Puck, PLEASE go buy me some bacon!" I whined.

"Quinn, have you forgotten my badass Jewish-ness? Bacon is a sin for me, babe," Puck replied, much to my frustration.

Fighting back the urge to comment on a how much of good, pure, Jew he was, I decided to be sinful myself and say, "I'll let you get up on this."

"What kind of bacon do you like?"

Before I could answer, my cell phone rang. Who could possibly have the nerve to call a pregnant women, specifically one like myself, Quinn Fabray the Ice Princess, at midnight? I groaned, opened up my phone to see who was calling, and nearly growled when I saw who it was. Trying to appease God for the sin I was going to commit with Puck later tonight, I answered the phone, all the while gritting my teeth.

"This better be good, man-hands, or else there will be a slushie in your bra tomorrow that is the same flavor as your last name," I seethed.

"Quinn, I know we've never exactly been friends, but I'm begging you to cooperate with me on the basis of empathy. Just please try to not give away any details of this conversation to anyone who may be listening to you respond. Tell Puck I say hi."

"How do you know-

"I have a sixth sense. Anyways, do you comply to the terms of the conversation?"

"Yes, your honor, I solemnly swear to give nothing away and to be a bitch to you this entire conversation."

"Good, this will help if you're in character. You see, Quinn, I almost never make mistakes, but as shocking as it may be, I occasionally do. It's part of being a human, which by the way, is extremely limiting. Anyways, I may be pregnant."

"WHAT? You're pr-

"QUINN! DO NOT GIVE ANYTHING AWAY!"

"You're telling me that you are pr-pr-prAYING and you want me to join in? I'm Christian, Man-Hands!"

Rachel chuckled on the other end of the line, and I found myself burying my head in a pillow to keep Puck from hearing my laughter, as I was supposed to be irritated. Puck was leaning towards me to try and strain and hear our conversation. Puck couldn't resist a good old fight between Rachel and his pregnant, blonde girlfriend. If only our conversation was about what my he thought it was about!

"Nice save Quinn, you should join the improv team. That is, after you give birth to your unborn child. The theatre sports are very intense and physical, and I would hate for you to get hurt at this stage in your pregnancy."

At that, I couldn't help from hysterically cracking up. Puck kept shaking me and trying to get him to fill him in on what he perceived to be a dramatic twist in our conversation. I just told him that Rachel had read me an original prayer she wrote.

"Okay, okay. So back to your… "problem." What do you need help with? If you say the a word (meaning abortion) I will cuss you out, hang up, and then cuss you out tomorrow!"

"Quinn, I just need a pregnancy test."

"That's great and all, but one, it's midnight. And two, I'm eight months pregnant. I'd look like a complete idiot! Why would I buy a pr-eg-PRAYER t-BOOK if I'm CLEARLY PREGNANT?"

"You don't have to buy the test yourself, Quinn. You just need to help someone we know, who is very shy, buy the test for me."

"Why don't you just buy it tomorrow?"

"I can't wait much longer, and also, both my dads' cars are antique noise machines that would wake them up. Please Quinn, I'm begging you. Do it from the hypothetical goodness in your heart?"

"Alright, what do I do?"

"Meet Tina at the CVS as soon as possible."

"Bye, Berry."

I shut off my phone, quickly told Puck that we were both of the hook (he didn't have to get bacon and I was no longer obligated to "have fun" with him), and then ran out the door muttering that I had to go buy Rachel a prayer book.

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