Knocked Up

Chapter 9

For the next two weeks following Puck's beginning of the year party and the 'drunken incident' between Rachel and Quinn, things had gone back to normal. Well as normal as it can be in Lima. Quinn and Rachel seemed to forget about that night, and continued things as if it never happened. They continued their little harmless flirting. Everything was all good.

Quinn was getting ready for basketball season which started in about few weeks. Rachel was preparing songs for glee. Puck was still the badass sex monster he always was. Santana, while still getting tongue tied, tripped over her own two feet, or running into anything and everything every time Brittany was around, still managed to be the same HBIC and Head Cheerio. And Finn was still the a-hole that he always was.

See nothing new. Well that was up until two weeks ago.

A week ago, Rachel started feeling strange. She would feel queasy whenever she smelt certain food. She would be in the bathroom for hours just puking in the mornings at home. Then at school, she'd run to the restroom more than twice in the morning, noon and before school let out. She'd also been really moody lately. She'd be happy one moment, then mad the next, then crying, then laughing after that. It was all so confusing. She would snap at Finn a lot. This of course caused a bunch of fights between them.

None of this seemed to make since to anybody. Everybody just thought that Rachel was stressed. Pre-sectional jitters possibly, even though sectionals weren't for another month and a half. But they all knew how over prepared Rachel always was, especially when it comes to glee.

Today in school was no different. Today in McKinley High School was normal as ever. Kids going to class. Jocks slushying the losers. Rachel Berry running at high speed to the restrooms to puke.

See normal.

After school, Puck walked up to Quinn and Santana standing by Quinn's locker.

"So what's on the agenda for today my fellow lesbros?" Puck asked. "Head back to Q's crib, shoots some hoops, end the day with a little beer and some Halo? The usual."

"Sure why not, I got nothing better to do." Santana says

"Don't you have Cheerio's practice today?" Quinn asked

"Sylvester's giving us a break today. She said something about having better things to do than to watch a sad worthless sorry bunch of worthless wimpy whiney group of worthless girls who call themselves Cheerios or whatever. So she gave us the day off." Santana explained.

"How many you got?" Puck asks. Both Puck and Quinn hold up their hands. "I said 5. Damnit."

"I got 3." Quinn shrugs.

"Q called it." Santana says.

"Damn you're good at this Q." Puck says.

"I know...still not sure how I feel about it. But seriously you know sometimes I'm really glad I'm not on the Cheerios." Quinn said

"Sometimes?" Puck raised an eyebrow.

"And what about the other times?" Santana asked

"I'm sleep." Quinn shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey don't you guys win like every competition you're in?" Puck asked suddenly

"Yeah." Santana answered, confused to where this questioning was going.

"You ever wonder what a group of talented cheerleaders are doing cheering for a bunch of football players who can't even win more than four games a year?" Quinn asked

"It's like practice for us." Santana said

"Wow, way to go all 'Bring It On' on us, S." Puck said