She hated his smile, she hated his chocolate brown eyes, she hated those damn argyle sweater's he insisted on wearing, she hated his superior attitude when it came to singing and Glee Club, she hated his voice and she especially hated the effect he had on her.

It came out of the blue - they had Spanish together and they were sat a few seats apart, with him being on the row in front of her. It wasn't like she was staring at him per say, but when she happened to glance up to look at the teacher, she'd always see Ryan in the corner of her eye, scribbling away in his notebook like the A+ student he was.

The way his brown locks were styled delicately, his fringe swooping to brush across one of his eyebrows, the choppy texture - the way some parts of his hair were messy but others so perfectly styled, that didn't look wrong or weird.

He was wearing another one of his hideous argyle sweater's, and although they were frumpy, they clung to his body in all the right areas - thank god she couldn't see the animal that was most probably printed on the front. Yesterday's was an owl. She hated the fact she remembered that, but she just blamed it on the fact that the vision of a knitted owl on an argyle sweater had burnt its way into her retinas.

Then he was stretching back in his seat, working the kinks out of his shoulders from being in a slumped position for so long. When his arms raised high above his head, Quinn instinctively bit her bottom lip, she watched intently as the sleeves of his god awful sweater tensed around his biceps.

"Q, what the hell are you looking at?" Santana hissed beside her, poking her in the cheek with the rubber end of her pencil.

"Nothing," Quinn swatted the pencil away and glared at her second in command, "Just trying to see what horrible sweater Berry has on today," Good save.

"It's fuckin' horrible, how do those sweater's exist? They must be knitted by the queer fairies…or his dad's."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ryan look over his shoulder slightly, brow lowered and a frown on his lips. He knew he was being slandered, he knew his family was being slandered; it was sixth sense with him now. He could be yards away, or even at the end of a busy hallway and know that someone was taking the piss out of him or his 'queer' dad's.

"Now guys," Mr. Schue pulled away from the board and clapped his hands together, "We're going to watch a Spanish TV show now and I want you to put down in your notebooks each and every issue that is brought up."

"Piece o' cake," Santana smirked, leaning back in her seat. Quinn was happy that she was sat next to the only fluent Spanish speaker in the class.

"Now all of you who are sat at the back come forward, take up the unused seats. I don't want you guys pretending to pay attention, especially in the dark."

Everyone moved except for Quinn and Santana, who stayed firmly in their seats. Will rolled his eyes, "Girl's that means you too."

Ryan looked over his shoulder again, and Quinn swore she saw a glint of humour in his eyes when one of the two remaining seats was next to him.

"Mr. Schue, what's the difference in moving a few feet forward than sitting right here?" Quinn looked down to her nails and examined them, "It's not like we're going to plot the destruction of the school."

Will raised an eyebrow, "Girls."

Santana sighed, "Ay dios mio!" She grabbed her notebook and pencil and dragged her feet to the front of the class. She took one glance at the seat next to Ryan and sneered, "Hell to the no," Then plonked herself down beside one of the more quieter students in the class, a rather podgy looking blonde boy.

"Thanks a lot, San," Quinn groaned to herself as she stood up and grabbed her bag. She refused to meet anyone's eye, and especially not Santana's as she sat down beside Ryan and flipped open her notebook again.

Ryan was generally silent during the show, except for when a sigh escaped his lips when he came across a particularly hard word or phrase. She couldn't help but glance at him, and his lips - they were pursed as he concentrated on his notebook, and when his free hand came to rub his rugged chin, she felt herself gasp.

Ryan looked at her questionably, "Are you okay, Quinn?"

"Fine, Berry." She mumbled, training her eyes forward to 'watch' the TV. She made sure not to look again until she felt his eyes finally pull away from her and back to the television.

She tapped her pencil incessantly on her notepad - Ryan usually shaved, actually, he always did. When he was shaved, he looked like a twelve year old, but god when he was unshaved, rugged, he looked like he was eighteen. Quinn refused to acknowledge the throb between her legs.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand over hers and she jumped, the pencil dropping out of her hand, "Sorry, it's just a little distracting." But the hand wasn't pulled back.

Quinn looked at him, and he was staring straight back at her. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest, and at first she thought she was going to faint or quite possibly die when a gentle smile curled at his lips. He was actually beautiful - none of that fancy crap - he was just beautiful.

"Okay guys, one by one I want one issue that the program introduced." Will turned on the lights and switched off the TV before turning his attention back to the class, "Quinn? One issue, please."

Her head snapped back to the teacher, and she knew that Santana was glaring at her something fierce, but when her mouth opened and closed as she tried to formulate some form of answer, she heard a cough and Ryan's notebook sliding gently across his desk.

"Jen was facing bullying at school and she didn't know how to deal with it without making the whole situation worse."

Mr. Schue raised an eyebrow, "Thank you, Quinn." His eyes snapped to Ryan, "Ryan?"

"Doug has a crush on his friend and he's afraid to tell her in case she doesn't feel the same way. But later on in the program, his friend explains that she isn't looking for a relationship in a general conversation so he feels as if he can't tell her his-,"

"Thank you, Mr. Berry."

Quinn tried not to laugh when Ryan huffed - if only he didn't go on so much he wouldn't be interrupted all the time.

The rest of the class went quickly, and Quinn purposely took her time packing up her bag while Ryan spoke to Mr. Schue.

"Coming, Q?" Santana asked, hanging off of the door frame with one hand.

"I'll meet you there, I have to speak to Mr. Schue about extra credit."

Santana just shrugged and walked off.

"Did you need me, Quinn?" Will asked as he gathered the massacre of strewn paper's on his desk, "I'm in a rush for my next class."

"It can wait," She smiled, but she had no intention to actually speak to him about extra credit.

The teacher nodded and patted Ryan on the shoulder, "See you in Glee, Ryan."

Ryan nodded, watching as Mr. Schue left the classroom before walking up to the door and shutting it. He turned around and leaned against it, ankles crossed and hands behind his back, "I take it you want to talk to me?"

How could someone's voice be bother husky and gentle at the same time? It made her feel funny.

"Who said I want to talk to you, Berry?"

He smiled sadly and shrugged, "I wouldn't like to believe I'm the only one that has these feelings," He glanced back up again, looking at her through his lashes, "I've noticed the way you look at me in class, Quinn. Although you like to make me believe you hate me, I don't think you really do."

"You're delusional."

"And you're in denial," He shot back twice as fast, pushing away from the door, "Quinn, I like you, more than I probably should - especially when you've made my life hell since freshman year."

"I could make your life hell for the rest of High School too if you come any closer to me." Quinn warned, pointing her finger at him, making sure he was more than arm length's away from her.

"What's the difference?" He reached out and grabbed her extended hand, gently lowering it back down again, "Don't you want to give me a chance?"

"You're incredibly presumptuous."

"I know how to read people." He paused and chanced a step closer, "And you, Quinn Fabray, I know exactly how to read."

"You're full of it," She scoffed, but didn't step back although he loomed seemingly closer.

"Quinn,"

"Ryan, don't bother."

He chuckled gently, "You called me by my name. I might die of shock."

"Won't happen again, Berry."

The singer smiled and finally stopped right in front of her, his lips only a breath away from Quinn's lips. Instinctively she licked her lips, and tried not to smirk when Ryan gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing gently in his throat.

"Do you want me, Berry?"

"I thought that much was obvious."

Quinn paused and looked down at his increasingly inviting lips, wondering what the hell she was doing, "Then what are you waiting for…?"

He didn't need asking twice. Ryan leaned forward and captured Quinn's lips in his own, resting his hands gently on her hips, pulling her closer to his strong body. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck to pull him down closer to her.

The urge to have him closer was so overwhelming and the way his lips massaged hers so tenderly but forcefully made her body feel as if it was burning up.

His thumbs drew small circles on her hips and she melted into the small caress, moaning into his mouth. He took it as an invitation and pushed his tongue into her mouth to massage against hers.

The touch was electric - she felt closer to him than she ever had before. The way he touched her made her feel special, but the way he kissed her made her feel wanted and needed.

She was pushed onto Mr. Schue's desk and before she even realized it was happening, he'd released her lips to place kisses and nips to her jaw and neck. Her back arched into the singer, feeling his hands slowly slide up from her hips to her breasts, teasing them ever so gently through her Cheerio top.

"Ryan," She whispered through a moan, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him against her. She felt the bulge in his pants and almost came at the thought of him being hard because of her, "Oh god, wait…"

He gasped for breath as he pulled back, "W-what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

The singer sounded so unsure of himself all of a sudden and Quinn felt like kissing away his fears, "No…no you're doing everything right." She took a deep breath to try and ease the arousal that coursed through her body.

Was she really going to do this now? Was she really going to have sex with Ryan Berry in the middle of a classroom when anyone could walk in? Could she deal with the ramifications of this being found out - that'd she'd done the deed and lost her virginity with the biggest loser at McKinley?

One look at his swollen lips and lust filled eyes gave her the answer she needed. She slammed her lips against his, biting down on his bottom lip to rid the frustration of over thinking it, "Ow, Quinn!" He mumbled painfully against her lips, but she ignored him.

Her hands rushed down to his jeans and unbuckled his belt, "Do you have a condom?" She whispered, pulling the buckle free and working on the button and zipper.

"Uh…" He sounded confused, like he wasn't all there, but when his hand frantically went to his pocket and pulled out his wallet, she knew he'd realized what she meant, "No…"

"You mean you don't carry one?" She pulled back and raised an eyebrow, "Are you for real? You're a guy."

"It's not everyday I get propositioned for sex, Quinn."

With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed his wallet and threw it to the floor, "Forget it, just pull out." and moved to pull down his jeans.

"But Quinn," He moved his hips back, "That's not very safe - not that I'm saying you have an STI or anything like that, I mean the chances of pregnancy are doubled, tripled even, if I don't use a condom."

"You're ruining the mood, Berry." She groaned, leaning back on her hands.

"I'm sorry but I feel it needs to be addressed; we're both only sixteen and the ramifications of you becoming pregnant would be devastating to the both of us."

She just glared at him with uninterested eyes before running her hand slowly up her thigh - he watched with a cocked eyebrow, wondering what she was doing before slowly her black lace panties were pulled down and kicked the floor.

They both said nothing, but when she saw Ryan gulp she knew she'd done the right thing. She found it unbelievable that she didn't feel uncomfortable around him, but when he just stood and stared for what felt like hours, an overwhelming blush enveloped her cheeks.

"My god, you're so beautiful."

Her head snapped up and she smiled gently at Ryan's warm eyes, "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do…" He leaned forward and kissed her, "You're so unbelievably beautiful, Quinn." His hand slowly crept up her thigh, and her breathing hitched when his fingertips grazed her hot wet centre. "I've wanted to do this to you for so long," His thumb slowly grazed her clit and her hips jumped off the table, "Have you panting beneath me, reading to come, screaming my name…"

Quinn moaned as his finger slowly slid down her slit, the tip of his middle finger gently probing her entrance, "Can I…?"

She just nodded, not trusting herself to talk. Ryan Berry was in the middle of doing sinful things between her legs and she couldn't give two damns. The finger slowly slid inside her and the pain she felt was something she'd never experienced before, but when she heard him whisper "I'm sorry," and kiss her neck gently, the pain seemed to dull.

Slowly his finger began to move, and when she heard him moan against her neck, wetness flooded between her legs and over Ryan's hand, "Oh god, Ryan." She panted, her head pushed back as he pushed another finger inside of her, curling them ever so gently to graze her g-spot.

Her hips matched the rhythm of his thrusts and just when she felt the tightening in her abs, the white hot feeling of her impending orgasm, he pulled his fingers free and shoved down his jeans and boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked again, looking her right in the eyes.

"Ryan I swear, if you don't make me come right now I'll make sure you can't use that'," She pointed to his crotch, "Again."

"I'd ask if you were always this forceful, but I'm afraid of the answer."

At her raised brow and glare he moved forward again, "Maybe we should do this somewhere else, I mean, it's not very appropriate - a classroom, I mean."

He choked on his words as he felt Quinn's warm hand envelope his cock and pump slowly, "The longer we're here, the higher the possibility we get caught, Berry. Do you really want to get caught?"

He just shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut when she pumped particularly hard, then suddenly, her lips were close against his, "Do you want to be inside me, Ryan?"

"Y-Yes."

"Say my name."

"Quinn…please," He wasn't short of whining or getting down on his knees and begging, so when she let go of him and leaned back on her hands again, he took control, "Ready?"

She just nodded, a sudden panic enveloping her body, what if she wasn't good enough? What if she couldn't make him come? Sure, she was confident but she'd never done this before.

Then suddenly he was inside her, filling her and she felt as if she was finally in heaven. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his neck and waist as he finally settled inside her, allowing her to stretch comfortably around him.

She couldn't help but kiss him when he asked her if she was okay again.

Then suddenly he was moving, thrusting deep inside her and she felt like screaming. She met each of his thrusts with her hips, pushing him deeper, urging him to quicken his thrusts. The feeling of his cock deep inside her made her want to come, and when his hand moved down to rub at her clit, she pushed her head back and screamed. Her clit throbbed beneath his fingers and her pussy throbbed around him, then suddenly she was coming - a white hot orgasm around Ryan Berry's cock.

"Oh fuck, Ryan!" Her nails dragged down his back, but Ryan wasn't finished. He kept going, slamming hard and deep inside her, both his hands now on her hips, holding up her Cheerio's skirt so he could watch himself disappear inside her.

She felt another orgasm coming on.

She ripped his hideous sweater over his head and discarded it beside her on the desk before letting her nails drag down his strong chest and abs. He wasn't built like Puck, but he certainly had the strength there.

"Quinn," He ground out between his teeth, lowering his head to concentrate on his thrusts, "Oh fuck Quinn, you feel so damn tight."

"Ryan…" She whined, wrapping her arms around his lower torso, kissing and biting his chest, "God, make me come again."

Then she was on her back, on her teacher's desk and Ryan Berry was pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. He pinned her hips to the desk, watching her chest heave through her top as she gasped for breath. Ryan was deep inside her now, milking her for all she was worth and she loved every fucking second of it.

The bell went off somewhere in the distance, but they didn't bother heeding it's warning. He just thrust faster and Quinn laid there and took it, screaming out the name of a man she knew she shouldn't really have the urge to fuck.

"F-fuck, Quinn!" Quinn screamed in her release, and before she even realized, Ryan was pulling out, and she was on her knees, her mouth sucking on the tip of his cock before lowering her head down on him. Then he was coming in her mouth and she swallowed all of it like her life depended on it.

She pulled back, still resting on her knees as she gasped for breath, "I…can't believe I just did that,"

Ryan slowly lowered to his knees and kissed her gently on the forehead, "Do you regret it?" He asked gently.

She looked up, and when she saw his dark brown eyes look back at her, almost worshiping her, she just smiled and shook her head. "Surprisingly, no."

He beamed and picked the Cheerio up, her legs automatically went around his waist as he held her without even trying, "You know, you have a fantastic vocal range, you could join Glee."

She just stared at him and he coughed to ease the awkward silence.

"So…we could do this again?"

She pretended to ponder, "I suppose we could,"

"So…we're uh…dating?" He asked uncomfortably.

Quinn opened her mouth to respond when,

"Q? What the actual fuck?

Santana.