Chapter 1

A/N: I don't own anything Glee related.

My entry into Kiss Me Pink's Baby Mama Drama challenge. This is a little a/u and the characters are probably going to be a little ooc.

RPOV:

"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this." I hiss at Kurt and Mercedes. "Rachel we're high school kids and this is what high school kids do." Mercedes snaps at me. I can't believe I let them talk me into coming to an after football game party. It was pretty nice of Puck to invite us since we are in glee together even though I had no intention of coming.

I huff a little and look around the crowded room. There were too many people shoved into every room of Puck's small house making it unbearably warm. The smell of stale beer and sweat making my stomach turn with each breath. Suddenly I feel a heavy weight fall on my shoulders. I look up and see Puck leering down at me. His heavily fringed hazel eyes staring intensely at me. I shrug his arm off and step back. "Sorry Berry, didn't mean to get all up in your personal space." He says with a smirk. He very well knows how much I hate that but he insist on pushing my limits every chance he gets.

"What do you want Puck." I sneer at him. He flashes me a wicked grin then hands me a red plastic cup. I take the cup and hold it up to my nose. The sickly sweet and alcohol smell turns me off. "What is it?" I ask eying him carefully. I can see the mischievous glint in his hazel eyes and for some reason my insides start to tingle. "It's a peace offering Berry so just drink up." He says waiting expectantly for me to take a drink.

Puck and I have come to truce since working on a duet together for Mr. Shue. We're not friends in the conventional sense but more like hostages that come to depend on each other during a traumatic situation. At least that's how I look at it. It also helps that we both understand the desire for someone that doesn't return our feelings.

"Come on Berry I don't have all night." He says goading me. He knows I never back down from a challenge. I shrug my shoulders. "What the hell. I need some real life experience to draw from if I were to ever play a rebellious teen." I say and chug the lime green concoction. The taste is not entirely too bad, a little too sweet but with a bite.

"Yes…that was fucking awesome Berry. Come on lets go get you another one." Puck says grabbing my hand sending a thrill through my body. "Go head girl. Get your party on." Mercedes yells to me then downs her own drink. We head to the kitchen and Puck swiftly picks me up and places me surprisingly gently on the granite island.

"Alright Berry we are going to move on to shots." Puck says flashing me another sexy smirk. Since when did his smirks become sexy? "Ok." Is all I say. He shakes his head and sets up four shot glasses. "This is peach and soco. It's pretty dam good at getting you fucked up." He says handing me a shot glass and picking one up for himself. "Bottoms up." He says cocking an eyebrow at me before downing his shot. I do the same and oddly enjoy the slight burning sensation in my throat. He quickly hands me the other shot and we down them again.

"You know Berry you aren't so bad when you act halfway normal." He says grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the living room where the speakers are blaring some hip hop music. Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and even Arty are dancing around all with red shiny plastic cups in their hands. I can feel the alcohol start to warm my cheeks and I feel strangely light and giddy. I guess this is what being buzzed feels like.

I join in and dance around not caring what I look like. I let myself get lost into the rhythm of the music. I spin around my short skirt flaring out around me giving everyone a nice flash of my virginal white boyshorts. I barely notice two warm hands on my hips. Puck pulls my back flush to his chest and we both start to move to the beat. The heat rolling off his body warms my back making me feel deliciously tingly. He leans down his soft moist lips brushing my earlobe. "You have no idea how much I want you right now." He breathes in my ear.

The coil in my lower belly tightens at his words. It's been far too long since I had some male attention and my body is starved for it. What can I say? I'm not a complete angel. What happens at music camp stays at music camp.

I turn around and his hazel eyes have darkened and I can clearly see the lust burning in them. I squeeze my legs tight together needing to find some relief from the warmth that is spreading from my stomach down to my toes. "Do you want to go make out?" He says huskily. His scrumptious smell of oranges and rain invading all my senses makes me bite my bottom lip.

"Yeah." I breathe not being able to form a coherent thought. His plump lips spread into a sexy smile and he rushes me up the stairs and into his room. He locks the door behind him and I swallow loudly as he stalks closer to me like a hungry wolf. Before I can second guess myself I launch myself at him pulling his lips to mine. He pulls me closer and it's like nothing I ever felt before.

His lips are smooth and soft and his tongue is so delectable. I can't help but moan at the taste of him. Sweet like warm brown sugar. I can't stand him but this feels too good to want to stop. His large warm hands are all over me sending sparks throughout my body. He pulls away both of us out of breath. I glare at him for making me this crazy. One minute I hate him the next I want nothing more than for him to have his way with me. I blame this all on the alcohol.

"If I don't stop now I don't think I'll be able to control myself." He says his voice thick with lust. A part of me wants him to lose control. The horny teenage part does. My rational side seems to be at a loss for words right now. His eyes are dark and the hungry wolf stare is making my lower belly tighten feeling like a coil being wound too tight. It's a blissful mix of pain and pleasure.

He slowly leans in and kisses me softly this time. His hot tongue runs along my lip begging for entrance. I comply letting my body be in control while my mind takes a backseat with this moment. He slowly pushes his tongue in my mouth tasting me and making me groan in pleasure. My god he's making me so hot. He picks me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me gently down on his bed so his hands can roam my body again. I know I should stop this but it just feels to dam good.

I can feel how hard he is and I can't help but feel a little smug knowing that I can do that to him. He unzips my sweater then puts his large hand under my shirt cupping my breast. He kneads it softly and runs his thumb over my painfully hard peak causing me to grid my hips creating a blissful friction. He groans softly while kissing my neck. "If you keep doing that I won't last very long." He says breathlessly. I have to stop this. I need to stop this. I just don't want to stop this.

We make fast work of our clothes and the feel of his hard muscles under his silky smooth skin sends chills down my spine. He settles between my thighs and in one forceful thrust he is sheathed to the hilt filling me so completely that we both scream out in pleasure. "Fuck!!" He groans. After a few moments he begins to thrust in a slow rhythm. He picks up the pace and I can feel the tightening in my lower belly. It's almost too much for me to bear. I hold on tighter to him feeling myself begin to come undone.

"God Rach you feel so good." He says between moans. I can tell he's getting close. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched. His thrusts are coming faster and faster making me moan louder and louder. "Uhh…I'm so close Noah!!" I groan. He reaches between us and rubs my already swollen bundle making my walls clench down and release my warm juices all over his rock hard member. "Fuck Rach." He growls while spilling his warm seed in me.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me till I'm half lying on top of him. I rest my head on his broad chest and listen to the thumping of his heart. His intoxicating smell of oranges and rain lull me to sleep.

Two and half months later….

I rush to the bathroom yet again today. The morning sickness is a bitch. I still haven't said anything to anyone. Not even Puck. I just confirmed my worst fears at the OBGYN's office two days ago. Every hope and dream I had for my future is out the window. My dad's are disappointed to say the least. They demand to know who the father is but I have yet to find the courage to admit what really happened.

It's bad enough I'm a statistic now but to have them find out I had a one night drunken stand with the high schools resident bad boy cougar chaser would just add salt to the wound. I leave the stall and head to the sink. I rinse my mouth with some mouthwash I've started carrying with me for moments like these and splash my face with some cool water. I stand up straight and stare at myself in the mirror for a moment.

I place a hand delicately on my lower abdomen. I've been doing that a lot lately wondering what I'll look like when I start to show. The opening of the bathroom door and the chatter of a few freshmen bring me from my thoughts. I smooth out my shirt and skirt head out the door and smack right into the last person I wanted to see. Puck.

"What's been going on with you? You look like shit." He says eying me like he's never seen me before. "Well as wonderful as that comment was I need to..umm…" I start to say but another wave of nausea hits me. "Hey are you ok?" He asks suddenly sounding so concerned. I take a deep breath and nod my head. The concern in his eyes making me angry for some reason.

Who is he to be all nice and caring right now? We've been avoiding each other since that night. Speaking and touching when only necessary during glee practice. "Since when do you care?" I snap my raging hormones getting the best of me. "What's that suppose to fucking mean? Mr. Shue asked me to see if you were ok after you ran out of glee." He snaps right back at me.

"Right because Noah Puckerman couldn't possibly give a dam about anyone else's' feeling unless asked to." I practically yell and push past him. He grabs my hand to stop me. The bell rings adding to my frustration. "Rachel…are you ok?" He asks again his hazel eyes locking me in place. "I'm not ok I'm PREGNANT." I yell effectively stopping everyone in their tracks. He drops my hand like it burned him and just stares at me blankly.

I take off running and go hide in the auditorium. This is not how I wanted to tell him, especially not yelling it in front of the whole student body. Dam hormones.

A/N: Please Review. Next up Puck's reaction.