Disclaimer:I own none of the character's used in this piece. It's a work of fiction and I am only using the characters of Glee for my own entertainment.

Author's Note:Another little moment in the world of Puckleberry Finn, a future moment taking place after Slip In. Hope up all enjoy it. Just a little comment, though I love seeing my inbox filled with story alerts/favorites/author favs, I'd love a review or two. Those make me so happy.

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Berry-Freak Out

- A Fuckleberry Piece -

When he came home, he was expecting a nice diner to be waiting. Or, you know, Rachel dressed up in a cute lacy thing to make up for the time she and Puck had fun with out him. That would have just been amazing. What he didn't expect was to find the house a mess or to hear her loud dramatic cries coming from the bathroom.

Scared, Finn slowly approached the door. This wasn't something he was used to. Puck usually dealt with Rachel when she got into moods like this. He was at a loss to what he could do. Opening the bathroom door, they all lost the meaning of knocking with Puck constantly walking in with a care, and immediately regretted it.

Rachel sat on the toilet sit with her face in her hands, her head turned to him the second he opened the door. She gave a strangled cry and next thing he knew, she had thrown some bottle of body wash at him. He quickly closed the door before it could hit him. He stared at the closed door and blinked at the sounds of random object hitting the wood followed by some Spanish curse that he's more than sure she learned from Santana. He's going to have to tell Puck they aren't allowed to leave Rachel alone with her anymore.

Finn flinched as something else is thrown making another loud smack and he reaches his cell phone and immediately calling for reinforcement.

He doesn't give Puck a chance to really greet him before he's talking, "Where are you?"

"Um," Puck sounds confused, "I just got of work."

"Great, come home."

"I have plans with the guys."

Finn starts pacing the hallway and shakes his head, "You can't. I need you come home right now," there's about smack and Puck's asking what's wrong, "Just get here soon."

He hang up with out waiting for any type of reply and gave the bathroom door one more glance. Another set of Spanish curses and another thrown object later, Finn had distanced himself from the door and waited for Puck in the living room.

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Twenty minutes, Finn felt relieved the moment he hard something jingling near the door. He was up and had opened the door before Puck had put the key in.

Puck stumbled back slightly as Finn hugged him tight with his much taller frame, "Thank god you're here! I don't know what to do"

Puck frowned before pushing his way pass Finn and dropping his keys on the counter, "where's Rachel?"

Finn frowned nodding towards the now silent bathroom, "Dude, your girlfriend's flipping out."

"Flipping out?" Puck repeated as he followed Finn, "I don't hear anything."

"She's silent know, but she's been throwing this at the bathroom door since I tried to check in on her," he motioned Puck forward.

Puck rolled his eyes and twisted the doorknob, ducking just in time as a hairbrush sailed over his head. Rachel reached for the hairdryer, Puck's eyes widening before he slammed the door shut.

"What the hell's wrong with her?" he jumped back from the door as, what he assumed, the hairdryer hit the door.

Finn threw up his hands, "Like I know! She hasn't said a word to me since I got in. She's been cursing in Spanish though," his brows knotted together, "I don't think we should let her hang out with Santana anymore. Between the cursing and the throwing, yeah, no more of that."

Puck glared at him, "so not the time." He waited a moment listening for that string of Spanish. "Okay I think I got an idea."

Finn crossed his arms over his chest as Puck simply shrugged and whispered in his ear. A goofy smile appeared on his lips as he nodded along to Puck's plan. It just might work.

Puck counted to three with his hand before he opened the door, an empty water bottle hitting Finn's forehand as he grabbed Rachel's wrist so Puck could quickly slip behind to wrap his arms around her waist and pinning her arms to her petite body.

"What is the meaning of this?" Rachel shrieked, "Noah, unhand me this instant!"

Once he was sure she was secured, Finn released her wrists and Puck held her close, so he could ease her out of the bathroom. She yelled and kicked as the two men made their way to the bedroom. Finn closed and locked the door, leaning against it to prevent any sort of escape. Puck dropped the woman on the bed, causing her to bounce slightly. Rachel glared at the men.

"How dare you." She added a curse in Spanish, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Alright babe apparently something's bothering you and has Franken-Finn all uptight and worried. So what's wrong?"

Finn glared at the man, Puck always had to get to point and insulting everyone along the way. Rachel's frown deepened, her head turned away from them as she glared at the wall. Finn softened at the sight while Puck rolled his eyes.

"Come on Rach, don't be such a drama queen," Puck stated, climbing into bed with her. She immediately pushed him away the moment he reached for her and stood to her feet, arms wrapped around herself.

"I hate you both," she mumbled, giving them each a glare.

Finn took a chance and approached the scary diva, "Please Rach, we can't fix it if we have no idea what we did wrong."

He carefully wrapped his arms around her tiny body, though she tried to push him away, she didn't put up much of a fight. He hugged her close, hoping she'd talk to them.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he heard her whisper.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "then what is it?"

"You're pregnant?" Puck's voice rang from the bedroom door. Finn glanced up in confusion. He hadn't even heard the door open, let alone hear Puck sneak out of the room. The man stood with a stupefied expression, staring down at the test in his hand.

Rachel sniffled, "I'm sorry."

Finn tightened his arms around her, "Don't be, this is awesome news! Right Puck?"

They both stared at the other man. Puck continued to stare at the test before his legs finally gave way and he slid to the ground. "We're pregnant," he repeated. Rachel gently shrugged her way out of his arms and made her way to Puck. He opened his arms in time for Rachel to tuck herself into his embrace. She motioned for Finn and he quickly obliged. Finn moved forward and wrapped the pair in his arms.

Rachel took their hands and placed them of her stomach, "We're pregnant,"

The goofy grin appeared on Finn's lips once more as a slow smile appear on Puck's. It slowly faded as Puck turned to glare at Finn."

"Hold up Hudson, why is she my girlfriend when she acting batshit crazy, but your girlfriend when we're having sex?"

Finn shrugged, chuckling deep as Rachel smacking the both of them upside the head.

"The two of you are despicable. Is that all I am to the two of you? Some sex toy?"

Puck opened his mouth to reply but Finn quickly elbowed him and tossed a grin between them.

"So which of us is the daddy?"

Who would have thought his simply question nearly brought World War III to their home.