You're In My Veins

Everything Will Break

Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all,

If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby..

Quinn let out a shaky breath as she heard the front door close, knowing that Puck was home, knowing she would have to say the two words out loud. She didn't want to say it, to admit out loud that she was pregnant again. If she said it, it made it real and if it was real, that meant something bad could happen to the baby, that she could lose it. Part of her, the selfish part, wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret until she actually gave birth, but she knew she couldn't do that. It wasn't fair to Puck. He deserved to know and she couldn't keep this from him, couldn't keep on hiding things from him. Eventually she would have to tell him about what she did with the condoms, even if there was so way she could possibly have conceived so soon from that. She wasn't the old Quinn anymore, the Quinn that lied and kept secrets. She had to tell him, wanted to tell him.

She looked down again at the positive tests and bit her lip, picking them up from the counter and stepping out into their bedroom as she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. This was it, the moment things became real for them and for the child she was carrying.

"Q, babe, are you up here?" Puck asked, peering into the bedroom, a happy smile lighting up his face at the sight of his blonde fiancé stood by the bathroom door. He was pretty sure he would never get sick of coming home to her, to the love of his life. It made him smile every time he thought about it, that the girl he had fallen for at fourteen years old was soon to be his wife. "Hey, are you feeling any better? I brought you the sandwich," he grinned, setting the box down on the bed covers and taking off his shoes. He felt pretty damn good for standing up to his father.

"Yes, a little. We need to talk," Quinn breathed, biting her lip nervously. She wasn't really sure how to tell him that she was pregnant, as last time, Finn had done that for her. How was she supposed to tell him she was growing their child inside her this very moment?

"That's never good," he joked, frowning a little at the seriousness of her tone, sitting down on the bed. Was this it? Was this the day he had been dreading ever since they got back together? Did she regret what they had done together? Had she met someone else? Was she still in love with her ex, Jason? God, this was going to drive him insane.

"I hope its good. Its good for me," she offered, sighing a little and rocking on her heels for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. She could see in his eyes that he was a little fearful of what she wanted to talk to him about and she prayed he would be happy about the baby. "I'm pregnant," she blurted, getting the words out as fast as she could, closing her eyes for a second before opening them to see his reaction.

"Pregnant?" he asked, blinking a few times, trying to slowly comprehend what it was she was saying to him. Those had been the last words he could have imagined her to say to him, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice shaking a little as he got to his feet, seeing in her eyes that yes, she was sure. He was going to be a father again, a father to the baby that was growing inside of his fiancé right now.

"I took five tests, to be certain that it wasn't a faulty positive. They're all positive, Puck. I'm pregnant," she whispered, holding the tests out to him in case he wanted visual proof of the fact that they were indeed pregnant again. His smile did a little to calm the nerves, but not much. She needed him to say something, anything. "Say something. Please."

Puck was silent for a moment as he studied the tests, his smile growing wider and wider with every positive stick that he set down on the bedside table. "You're pregnant," he mumbled, quietly at first, lifting his eyes to her nervous, tear filled ones. "You're pregnant," he repeated, louder this time, Quinn nodding her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she picked up on the happiness in his voice. "You're pregnant!" he laughed, pulling her close and twirling her around, his whole body filling with pure happiness and joy, his smile spreading from ear to ear. Quinn was carrying their baby, the baby they would get to keep and raise as their own, the baby that would be the first of many for them, for their family.