About A Month Later

Puck sat at the jock table at lunch, cheerfully telling all about how he'd managed to bone the hottest MILF in Lima to a much more appreciative audience than the Glee table had been. So what if he was getting paid for his high class services and all the ladies of Lima knew about him and it wasn't just a random come hither while he was cleaning the pool like he made it sound. The bonus he'd got from giving her three screamers was almost as sweet as when her husband had gotten home and laid down a cool two grand for a threesome instead of getting pissed and trying to kill him like most guys would. Yeah, sure, maybe his ass was sore from the pounding he'd got while he backdoored her and he hadn't really been expecting to have to blow the dude while his wife bounced on his dick, but two grand was two grand, okay?

He sipped his Coke grinning at the stunned hockey players and fellow footballers sitting around in awe. Damn straight they should be in awe! He was the fucking Puckasaurus! King of the Sex Gods of Mckinley High and freaking Lima, Ohio too! He could do anyone, anywhere, any time and they'd fucking love it too.

He caught a glimpse of Blaine making his way over his direction and his grin widened, expecting the resumption of their regular Tuesday afternoon fuck sessions. Not that he minded skipping class on Wednesday mornings instead. Fucking hell that was the hottest thing he'd done in a while. And watching Will's face as he tried to figure out how his chair got all wet in Glee was freaking priceless on top of everything. He was expecting him to want to talk to him in private like it was some big secret he wanted Puck's cock, so when Blaine got closer, he got up and started heading out of the cafeteria towards the bathrooms. Who knew? Maybe he'd get lucky and manage to talk him into a quickie in one of the stalls. Or at least a blowjob. It'd been weeks after all!

He was pretty surprised then when Blaine stopped him before he left the cafeteria and slapped a white paper bag like you got from the drugstore against his chest. "What the hell?"

"We need to talk," Blaine said, Puck only just noticing how pale he looked as he jerked his head towards the bag. "About what's in there."

Rolling his eyes, Puck took a sip of his Coke as he worked the bag open with one hand and pulled out a white stick. Staring at it in confusion for a moment, he shrugged and turned his attention back to Blaine. "Okay. It's a stick. With a little plus on it. So?"

Blaine took a deep breath, settling a hand over his stomach as he licked his lips and said, "So...you're going to be a dad, Daddy."

Caught mid sip, Puck sprayed Coke across the room, his jaw hanging slack as he stared at Blaine in utter shock. "I'm gonna be a WHAT?!"

The End

A/N: Yes, I'm evil, I know. But I wanted to end it on a point that might inspire other prompts. Hope y'all enjoyed!

A/N the Second: Just to remind anyone who thinks otherwise, vasectomies are not guaranteed 100% effective at preventing birth. Yes, believe it or not, but it really is possible for a man who got a vasectomy to make a person capable of becoming pregnant just that for a variety of possible reasons. So, yep, Puck could have knocked Blaine up. Or Blaine could just be fucking with him. Up to y'all. ;)