Because I Loved You

Holding him… wasn't so bad I'd decided. Sure he was fat and he wasn't putting out but… no, no, this wasn't bad, this was… good…

He sighed miserably and closed his eyes.

"What is it?" I muttered.

"Nothing…" he muttered back bending his head further away from me.

I forced his head back and made him look at me. "What is it?" I growled.

He sighed and sat up. "Puck what're we DOING?"

"In bed?" I asked. "Because we're definitely not having sex…"

"Puck…" he groaned. “Come on…"

"When did you get so serious dude?" I asked.

"Hmm," he mused. "About seven and a half months ago…"

I groaned. "Finn please tell me you're not gonna turn into one of those annoying, irritating baby- daddies!"

"Shut up!" he yelled. "I can't stand you!"

I held up my hands. "I don't even know why you're here!"

"Because I had a rough day, home sucks, and I needed some comfort!"

"And you thought you could find it here?!" I roared.

His eyes narrowed, an expression I really hated to see. It… worried me…

"I guess not," he said icily. He then started hefting himself out of my bed.

"Finn! Finn!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm and not really knowing why.

"What is it Puck?" he grumbled.

"I'm…"

"Yes…?" he asked, his eyebrows rising.

"I'm sorry… you're in a shitty mood!" I cried.

His jaw dropped. "You're unbelievable…"

"That's not the first time I've been called unbelievable," I said with a smirk.

He snorted and pushed himself up from the bed.

"Wait!" I shouted, grabbing his arm back a little too fast. He tumbled back onto my bed on his back.

"Puck!" he screamed. "Be careful!" I started to laugh as I looked down at him. "I'm pregnant!"

I was slightly shocked. "Is that the first time you've said it?" I asked.

"Said what?" he snarled.

"That word…?" I asked quietly.

"Pregnant?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah…"

The smallest smile went across my lips and I leaned down to spontaneously kiss him… I didn't know why…

When I came back up Finn was smiling at me in the dreamiest, freakiest way I've ever seen him smile.

"Dude!" I yelled punching his arm.

"What?!" he cried. "You kissed me!"

"On accident!" I protested.

"Whatever man," he said grumpily. "Screw you…"

I sighed because I wished he wouldn't have said that…
I hadn't had sex with anyone in four and a half months… Girls just weren't interested anymore after the entire school had found out I'd been "sleeping" with Finn… Some of them encouraged me to make him my boyfriend, others had laughed in my face when I tried to flirt with them. Overall I'd gotten plenty of action during the summer though when I went away to a few colleges known for throwing a good party… or two… When school started up again and I went home, everything began to change…
First, Finn would ignore me in the halls. That didn't bother me that much! If he never talked to me again for the rest of his life I wouldn’t have cared! It was his fault everyone in school "found out" about "us"! He told Kurt who told Mercedes who was overhead by Brittany and Santana telling some other glee club nerd! I discovered this when a week into the school year random people were shouting at slurs at me down the hallway. I beat a couple of them up and that was the end of it but then I noticed something else… People were harassing Finn. Finn?! The golden boy, quarterback that everybody loves, Finn?! That was perplexing.
After that when Glee started up again a few weeks later Finn started running out of the room every five seconds in the middle of songs and Schuster wouldn't even say anything to him when he came back! So unfair! If I or anyone else would have done that they would have been cut from the team!
Then he quit the football team, he stopped showing up at parties, and he got fat. I mean like seriously fat. He gained like twenty pounds in two months! It was… freaky… and then everyone seemed to know what was going on with him except me!

"I wasn't gonna tell you if you hadn't have asked…" he said.

I frowned. "What?"

"I wasn't gonna tell you I was pregnant," he said sadly. "I wasn't gonna tell you at all but then you asked what was wrong with me and…"

"Well you were getting fat as hell Finn," I growled. "I thought you had a glandular problem or some shit."

"A glandular problem?!" he cried.

"Yeah like Oprah…" I said defensively.

"Dude, Oprah?" he asked raising his one of his eyebrows.

"My mom watches her…" I grumbled. He rolled his eyes. "You know if you hadn't have asked me why we were… doing what we were doing then we wouldn't have started arguing!" I yelled.

"What, snuggling?!" he cried.

I gagged rudely in my throat. "Snuggling?!" I hissed. "I was not snuggling you!"

"Oh that's right!" he shouted. "You were snuggling with me!"

I was about to punch his face in when my bedroom door suddenly flew open!

"NOAH PUCKERMAN what the heck are you doing to him?!" It was my mom…

"Nothing Ma…" I grumbled getting off of Finn. "He's fine…"

"And he'd better stay fine Mister!" she cried rushing over to us. "Are you okay darling?" she asked Finn like she was talking to an injured child.
Darling… I hadn't gotten a DARLING out of her since I was THREE!

"Come on hon," she said grabbing Finn's hands and pulling him up off my bed. His fat stomach stuck out way in front of him. "Let's go downstairs and get you something to eat, kay? You must be hungry?"

"Yeah, I am," Finn said meekly. "Thanks Mrs. Puckerman…"

"Call me Mom baby," she said sweetly. "Hrmph!" my mom snorted pulling Finn away. "Bring him over here and not feed him! I will have a talk with him later! What is wrong with him?!"

She walked away dragging my now pregnant ex- best friend/ ex- lover away. I really didn't know what to call Finn now… And why was she screaming at me?! What did I do?! Why was everything coming down on me?! …Oh yeah… it was Finn who'd gotten pregnant…
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