Never asked to feel your halo (Faberry)

20: 'Til Now I Always Got By On My Own.

"Oh God, are you all stupid," Puck said, rising from his stool and stepping out in front of everyone else; his guitar hanging forgotten by his side. "Isn't it obvious? Quinn's got a bun in the oven."

His words were met with a stunned silence; it lasted until their gossip-fuelled brains had processed the accusation and then came a rush of chatter.

"Oh my God," Kurt gushed. "Of course. How didn't I see it?"

"That does k-kind of make sense," Tina looked around at everyone else for confirmation.

Mercedes frowned, "But who's the baby-daddy?"

"Rachel Manhands." Everyone in the Choir room looked at Brittany. She nodded. "Uh huh, we saw them doing it last night. So obviously she's the daddy."

"Wait, back up," Mercedes insisted, about to burst with this even better development. "You saw Rachel and Quinn doing it last night?"

Santana rolled her eyes; as amusing as this was, she had to put up at least a token defense for her friend. "We didn't see them screwing or anything. They were just on a date."

Tina's eyes were wide. "Really?"

"But they hate each other," Mercedes reminded them all. "Like gale force a thousand hate."

Brittany nodded sagely. "It's the purple line." When everyone looked blank, she added, "Fine, don't believe me, but I still say Rachel Manhands is the baby-daddy."

"You do know that's not actually her name right?" Kurt asked condescendingly. "Her name's Rachel Berry."

"Nuh-uh, why else would we call her Manhands for short?"

"Because she's a tranny," Santana explained before getting back on topic. "So is Q really . . ."

She was cut off by Kurt, "Santana, that's extremely offensive."

"Oh please, you're just offended because you want her to be your boyfriend!"

Kurt went pale. "That's even more offensive!"

"So who is the Daddy?" Mercedes directed her question to Puck.

He shrugged, looking uncomfortable for a second, but before he could answer Rachel breezed into the room.

"Hello, everyone. I'm glad you are all here for my good news."

Mike was the only one who perked up at her entrance. "What good news?"

"I would like to inform you all that I am hereby returning to Glee club. It wasn't an easy decision to make but I feel, as I'm sure all of you do as well, that it is the best one for certain concerned members – meaning all of you, obviously – now . . ."

Her news was met with a stunned silence – which was to be expected, except she didn't seem to be the cause of it.

"I must say I was expecting a little more of a reaction."

"Sorry," Kurt shook his head, not looking in the least bit. "You've caught us at a monumental time. Glee club has just been rocked with its first big scandal."

"What is it?"

"Quinn's pregnant," Mercedes filled in, grinning as much as Kurt.

"And you're the Daddy," Brittany said. "Don't deny it, Santana and I know."

"I . . . what?"

She didn't know what to process first, the fact that Quinn's news was out or Brittany's ridiculous accusation. Obviously Quinn came first.