Glee Pregnancy Pact: The Beginning of an Everlasting Friend Group

Chapter 4: Appointments

Quinn's POV:

        It had been two weeks since most of us had discovered we were pregnant, and we were heading to the doctor's office for our appointments. My hands were shaking as I gripped the steering wheel; the thoughts I tried to banish kept coming back taunting me.

        "Quinn, pull over," Santana ordered.

        With a sigh, I pulled over, knowing there was no use in arguing with Santana.

       "What is it?" Tina groaned. "We're going to be late for our appointments!"

        "I. Don't. Care." Santana replied snarkily. "Look, Q, something's been up with you since we took the pregnancy tests and figured out we were all pregnant. What's wrong?"

        "It's Puck's," I broke down crying, covering my face with my hands. "He-he... it..."

        "What?" Santana and Rachel asked in unison. Marley and Kitty looked at each other with bewildered expressions.

        "It's his baby," I continued, wiping away my tears. "He got me drunk off wine coolers a while ago."

        "Oh. My. God." Santana said, smirking. "You two couldn't stop the fire alarm from smoking; I knew there was some... chemistry."

        "Santana!" Rachel exclaimed. "That's not very sensitive at all."

        "As if you could be better, Berry," Santana rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Quinn, I'm sorry. Kinda sucks."

        "Just a bit," I said sarcastically. "He's not exactly the type to be on board with having a child, let alone paying child support. What if he doesn't want to be involved?"

        "Screw him," Kitty called. "We'll be involved."

        "It'll be okay, Quinn," Rachel said, hugging me from the backseat.

        "Don't touch me, Rachel. We're not friends," I said.

        "Jeez, sorry," Rachel pouted, sitting back.

        "Guys, we got into this mess together. Be nice because this is our support system," Marley said, acting more mature than everyone combined in the car.

        "Fine." I crossed my arms. "But no hugging unless I say you can."

        "Getting back to Puck," Santana poked me. "Don't worry about him. I'm happy, no, delighted, to go all Lima Heights on his sorry ass. Believe me."

        "Great. Game plan made." I said.

        "Now, I'm driving because Quinn drives like a frickin' grandmother," Santana said, shoving me out of my seat. "Move, Fabray. I'm taking over."

        "Hey!" I protested. "I do not drive like a grandma."

        "You tell yourself that, Quinn," Kitty said, chuckling.

        With Santana in the driver's seat, driving like a madwoman, we got to the doctor's office in less than 10 minutes. Just in time.

        "Come on, guys! We'll be late if you don't get outta the car!" Rachel yelled, glancing at her watch. Everyone clambered out of the car, and we ran into the building, trying to keep up with Rachel.

        "Hi! I'm Rachel Berry. This is Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Tina Cohen-Chang, Brittany Pierce, Marley Rose, and Kitty Wilde." Rachel listed off the names rapidly, pointing at us as she named us off.