"Dirty little secret, don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret."

[justbeingaqueen]

Who: Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray
What: Bitches calling bitches out
Where: Their new shared home
When: About two after Quinn's surprise

The past week had been absolutely crazy for everyone. They had finally found a beach house to move into, perfect size for the five of them to share and still have their personal space. Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn had their own rooms, whilst Blaine and Kurt had nabbed the master bedroom with the en-suite. It was one of the clauses Kurt insisted on with the shared house, just like he had when he had originally moved in with the girls years ago. They had been there officially for four nights now, but things were still in disarray as they got settled. Kurt had ensured he was completely unpacked, even skipping sleep (though Blaine didn't let him skip meals) to get it done because he hadn't been able to settle without things out of place. It was just his condition coming through and they all understood and just left him to it. But not everyone had been as anal as he was and they all still had boxes piled up around the place.

Well, other than Quinn, who had finished hers the evening before. But now, she had just had a complete bitchy meltdown to Kurt and Mercedes because she had kicked her toe on one of Blaine's boxes that were piled in front of Puck's boxes in the hall. And because it was Blaine, for some reason, Quinn had irrationally snapped at Kurt by default. Blaine, who was passed out in their bedroom upstairs with a bad migraine he had woken up in the middle of the night with. Of course, Kurt was never one to just take a bitch-out lying down, and as soon as she had finished her little rant that had even Mercedes stopping mid-sweeping of the floor to plant her hands defensively on her hips, Kurt afforded her an epic bitch glare of his own.

"Did you seriously just call my boyfriend a messy pain in the ass, you bitch?!" he demanded, giving her an angry point. "He's not exactly in any condition to be unpacking any boxes, and Puck has been working nightshift all week! You're going to just have to put up with it until they want to get to it! I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately, but you better get that stick out of your ass ASAP or we'll all be on the phone to our landlord quicker than you can say 'messy hobbit' to get your name off the lease! You have been insufferable for days now and I'd rather tape you inside one of these boxes right now than deal with it!" There was even a sassy gay head wobble to punctuate. It was serious business, and his boyfriend hackles were right up.

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[justbeingaqueen]

It was probably she had added the 'Not Puck' disclaimer before elaborating, because Kurt was pretty sure there was no way he could have handled his boyfriend best friend knocking up his fag hag. Especially not when he knew Rachel's feelings and the fact he couldn't believe how fucking thick and stupid Puck actually was over that whole thing. A blind, deaf toe fungus organism could see that situation more clear than Puck could right now, but hopefully Rachel would finally shed those ties and set herself free going to New York and not just lingering here to be trampled all over by a guy who only wanted to keep her around because he had some deluded notion that his friends should live close to him because he wanted them to. If he wasn't going to dig his head out of his ass and be something special for her, then he didn't deserve to have her around. Not when she was dealing with very old, well-buried painful feelings that had her trapped, isolated, and extremely self-deprecating. Kurt knew what it was like to be trapped by ties like that, and although unrequited love wasn't quite like an eating disorder, deep down where it counted, it was the same sort of thing.

When Quinn apologised, all Kurt did was give her a flat, unimpressed glare in return. If she thought she was just going to backpedal on being a bitch and expect him to bow down and cater to the pouting, she could think again. He was pissed off in Blaine's honour and that wasn't going to dilute easily. But even as she continued and there was the big reveal, all Kurt could do was scrunch up his face with an air of uncertainty. "What is this? High school?" he finally replied with a snort, shaking his head. Just the thought of having a screaming baby anywhere near him was giving him a migraine and he pressed the tips of his fingers to his temple in anticipation. "Why am I surrounded by people who seem to think birth control is optional?"

[gotstarpower]

It took Mercedes a few moments to realise Kurt was referencing Rachel here, which was odd in itself. After the epic fallout with them that let to Kurt pretty much peaking in his ED relapse, they had seemed to forge some usual connection of late. No one knew what they spoke about, they did speak. Mercedes thought it was strange, too, that Rachel was supposed to be BFFs with Blaine and Puck, but she hadn't visited their new place nor seemed to be a presence much at all. How did that even work? Then there was the fact Kurt had referenced Rachel leaving for New York at some point, but Blaine seemed oblivious to it. Kurt was in on something and for a moment, Mercedes wondered if she should be jealous. Not that Kurt would ever replace them as his hags, but still. They had to approve of another joining their ranks, right, and she was still pissed Rachel for telling Kurt he needed to be on RuPaul's Drag Race, though Rachel had extensively apologised for that. Now all of a sudden she was being brought up randomly again, and Kurt seemed less than impressed with Quinn's bombshell here. He would either relent on the bitcheness of Quinn's bad mood, or he would hold her to it for awhile yet, news or not.

Mercedes just gaped at Quinn and then put her hand up. "Hold up, girl. How long exactly have you know this and you didn't think it might be something you should tell us? Who's the baby daddy? Obviously it's someone we know if you think it's gonna be a huge mess. More to the point, are you going to keep it? You got Law School laying out ahead of you, girlfriend! How the hell did you even manage to get into a mess like this when you've been all hooked on Puckerman for awhile there? How did you go from that having some other guy's bun in the oven, or are we completely missing a whole lot more here than meets the eye?"

[woman_or_a_girl]

Quinn couldn't exactly argue with Kurt on this. Having sex without birth control might well have been the number one most stupid thing she had ever done in her entire life. But in her defense, she had very much been drunk at the time and had no idea what she was doing. For Christ sake, she'd woken up pretty sure that she'd fucked Sebastian Smyth, and had never questioned it in the moment where the actual sex was happening, so there was her first sign that things were very much amiss. "I know," she murmured. "I know it was stupid, and I never would've done it in ordinary circumstances, but I was wasted... Like, drunk out of my mind. I didn't even know when I woke up that we hadn't used birth control. Or if we did and just screwed up. Either way, it was just strange, and I didn't... I don't know. It was all a huge mistake, and I didn't know what was coming next. I thought it was... I don't know, I kind of just took off from the whole thing and tried to forget about it, but then I started feeling off, and other things started happening... And I ran into him the day I was going to get a pregnancy test. I don't even..." Shit, she needed to get her thoughts together on all of this before she made it any worse than it already was.

"I've only known for a little while. I suspected earlier, but I didn't know, and I was kind of... in denial about the whole thing. I didn't want it to be happening, and I was planning just to get rid of it and be done with the whole thing, but it all happened so fast, and when I ran into the guy in the market, it all kind of came out to him. He's been a sweetheart, really supportive of however I chose to handle it, but I don't know if I can just... get rid of it. I know I have options. And my career and school to think about, but I just haven't made the call yet." She understood her friends' confusion. They had a right to it, especially considering that she had slept with Puck recently, and for a bit there, thought that there was something special between them. It had been special, and very comforting in the midst of what was a very hard time for them both. But it wasn't meant to be, and in the end, they'd both recognized that and moved on from it as friends. "No, it happened... It was before Puck, but after the last time with Mike." She was beginning to think that she kind of sounded like a slut, and that wasn't what she was going for at all. "That day I came home epically hung over and you saw me on your way out to work and teased me about having too much fun, remember?" she prompted Mercedes. But then it was the moment of truth. She had to tell them who the father was. It was only fair. So she swallowed hard and met her friend's eyes. "It was... Jeremy. Jeremy's the father."