Puck is told
I don't own Glee or any of its franchise-although, Mark Salling is welcome at my door anytime!
A/N I have way too many stories to finish already, but like so many others i've been bitten by the Glee bug and I'm not ashamed to admit it. That said, this story will be a first for me. I've never written like this before and if it sounds completely non-Puck, I'll try to do better. Let me know. I don't know how my updating schedule is going to be, but I can tell you this - reviews equals more lust to write:) I hope you'll all enjoy this little Glee trip with me:)
Unbetaed but let me know if there's any glaring mistakes.
There are some things in life that I know for certain. One, I'm absolutely awesome. Awesome, there's no denying it. Two; when you least expect it, life will throw you a big ass curveball and everything will be shot to hell.
Which kindda brings me to this next moment.
"Noah, I'm pregnant."
The second the words left her lips, I simply did what any guy would do. Nodded politely and then turned tail and ran for the nearest place that I could be alone. Except, I wasn't really given any privacy. How I even expected that with this chick is really beyond me.
Her tiny physique is all muscle, so when she laced her hand around my wrist and didn't let go, I knew I was screwed.
"Berry, get the fuck off of me." I growled, trying –and judging from her narrowed eyes, failing miserably – to intimidate her.
"Look," Berry whisper-yelled at me, uncaring if there was anyone around. I cast a quick glance and breathed a little easier when I realized we were in fact alone in the parking lot of McKinley high. "I've been battling with this for what seemed like forever. Ever since our little…well, I'm sure even a man with your astounding ability to woo every girl you lay your eyes on, would be able to recollect that unspoken event that happened between the two of us during our brief and subsequently doomed relationship."
I raised my brow, looking into her brown eyes with a matching smirk on my lips, "First of all, I didn't understand half of what you just said. Secondly, I meant it when I told you to let go of me. Thirdly; you didn't finish your point…"
Berry blushed; a blush I knew from personal experience could reach all the way down to her boobs and make them a nice pinkish color. Okay, note to self; do not think about Berry's boobs. Somewhat reluctantly, I tuned back in to listen to her talk.
"My point was simply that I got pregnant during our time together and having spent what seems to me like forever, thinking about what to do, I've decided to tell you. Also, I decided to tell you now in the presence of no one but ourselves, so that you wouldn't lose any of that popularity that you and others of your kind deem so important."
"Hey," I held up my hand to keep her from spewing yet another long winded speech that I really couldn't digest properly at that moment. "All I got from that was 'pregnant'."
Berry actually stomped her foot, directing my frozen mind to her knee socks and that one evening where I'd spent way too much time on removing them from her incredibly soft skin and enjoying every second of it. "You are absolutely infuriating; we need to figure something out! I will expect your call tonight once your intelligence has returned."
And with that, she was gone and I just stood there like a stupid ass. Seriously, I even think my chin was touching the ground, it was that open or whatever.
Somehow, don't ask me how; I ended up back in my own bed in my bedroom, staring up at the ceiling. The only thing going through my head was, shit, shit, shit, I got Crazy Berry pregnant.
If anyone had told me just a few months before that I'd even look twice at Rachel, let alone rock her world and knock her up, I'd have laughed in disbelief and then kicked whoever said it so hard that their head would come tumbling off.
I sighed and grabbed one of my weights and started exercising to clear my head. It always worked in the past. A few minutes later, I threw the damned thing on the floor and settled back down on my bed and muttered morosely, "shit, I got Crazy Berry pregnant..."
I know it sounds really, truly, weird, but at the time it seemed like such a great idea; sexing the admittedly really hot jew up, but to even begin to figure out how I ended up in this situation; you should probably know how it all began in the first place.
So let's turn the clock backwards a bit; it all started when McKinley High School's Spanish teacher took over glee club. Hell, it all started with that stupid glee club…
A/N Well...yeah...Until Next Time:)