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A/N: First came the Hunger Games, now it's the turn of the Sex Games...
In a world where money and property have no value, there are two things that have become more sought after than gold, more cherished than diamonds, and there are very few people left who are blessed with them. The elite wish to posses these commodities and the only way they can do so, is vicariously via the masses. The only way the masses can progress to the elite is to drag themselves from the depths of drudgery by getting a college education. Unfortunately, a college education cannot be bought, it can only be earned and the only way to do that is by taking part in The Sex Games.
Contestants and their partners have to perform certain sexual tasks that have been nominated by the elite and broadcast live to the nation. Each task is worth a different amount of points and points are amassed to exchange for semesters at any college of the qualifying contestant's choice. Quinn has chosen Yale and Puck is going to help her to get there, any way he can.
"Isn't there any other way?" Rachel asked, desperately worried for her friend. How had Quinn agreed to this? Why had she? "Quinn, please, you can't do this," she begged.
"I have to Rachel," Quinn replied sadly. "It's the only way," she added and took a deep breath to calm herself. "I've had the tests, I've already been accepted," she announced, "and under the terms and conditions, I'm not allowed to back out now that I've signed the pre-contract contract."
"Wh-who are you doing it with?" Rachel asked and gulped down a bubble of nausea. "Please don't say Finn, please don't say Finn," she begged silently.
"Puck. Puck has offered his services, he passed the tests too," Quinn answered and blushed wildly. "Oh God, can she tell, can she see?" she thought to herself. "Will they all know? Will they all know that I was praying it would be Puck?"
"Noah Puckerman?" Rachel choked out, shocked, amazed. "But-but, why?"
"The deal is that he gets to come to New Haven with me," Quinn explained, "he gets out of Lima too," she said with a shrug. It was a deal that Quinn had been willing to make. More than willing.
"You cannot be serious," Finn Hudson exclaimed to his best friend, Noah Puckerman. "You are going to be Quinn Fabray's partner?" he demanded, so absolutely incredulous. Finn felt sick. The most popular girl, the best cheerleader, girl most likely to...whatever, and she was going to partner up with Puck? Why? Why hadn't she asked him? He would have tried out, if she'd asked him to, sure, Rachel might have been a little pissed if she had, but fuck! Puck? Why?
"She knows it's probably the quickest way," Puck replied. "If you read the small print on the pre-contract contracts, it tells you all the short cuts, all the ways to get through it quicker, Quinn just probably realised that if she was going to get it done in record time, she'd need somebody with previous experience and no offence, dude, but that's something you don't have and I do. A lot," he explained.
Finn all but growled at Puck. "You just better not..." he broke off what he was going to say to Puck as Rachel and several of the other girls walked into the choir room. "We'll talk about this later," he hissed in Puck's direction.
Puck turned away from Finn and watched as Quinn walked into the room, she came over to him, to speak quietly to him. "I've told Rachel, give it an hour and the whole school will know," she murmured.
"The whole of fucking Lima will know," Puck corrected her with a half grin. "I told Finn, he's pissed," he muttered under the guise of picking up some sheet music from the top of the piano. "I think he's jealous," he added and glanced over his shoulder in Finn's direction to see him glaring, scowling at the pair of them.
"He has no reason to be," Quinn replied coldly. "Finn and I dated way back in sophomore year, but that was just a childish thing, nothing of any importance, it was for appearances only, this is going to be the real thing," she assured Puck. "It has to look exactly like the real thing, we have to follow all the rules, all the directives to advance to the next level," she reminded him. "And we will advance," she promised, there was no room for compromise in her voice. She had to advance, she had to make it, all the way to Yale, there was no other option for her, how else was she going to save her sister? Quinn pushed that thought aside, she couldn't allow anyone to know her ulterior motive, if anyone found out, they could - and probably would - use that against her.
"Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman, please make your way to Principal Sylvester's office," a disembodied voice called from the ceiling. "Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman."
Puck and Quinn looked at each other, both a little more nervous than they would ever admit to being. "This is it," Puck whispered and took Quinn's hand in his. Neither of them turned to their classmates, neither of them wanted to explain anything, they just both wanted to get the first stage over with. As they left the choir room and entered the hall, they could both hear the whispers that followed them, they took a minute amount of comfort from each others' hand. Quinn was relieved to feel the slight tremble from Puck, he wasn't as unaffected, as self-assured as he was pretending to be, he was as nervous as her.
"Ms Fabray, Mr Puckerman," the jovial tones of a strangely dressed man greeted them the instant they were ushered into the office. "Now, we just need to go over some final details, get some signatures, dot the t's, cross the i's," he added, with forced and unnecessary humour. "Number one," he began in a much firmer tone, "you will have your ear implants in just a few minutes, from then on you will be contactable at all times," he instructed. "Number two, when you are given instructions via the implant, you will follow them to the letter, is that understood?" he demanded. "Your feelings do not come into this at all, the purpose of the games is to provide satisfaction at a much higher level than you mere mortals will ever hope to achieve," he told them with absolute disdain. "Number three, you will also be fitted with a number of microdot body cameras," he said, reading from the list. "These will be imperceptible to you, they will not affect your daily life, they will only enhance the viewing pleasure for our sponsors and their needs are paramount so deal with it," he added and gave both Puck and Quinn such a look of disgust that Quinn wanted to walk out. "Number four, the drones will be your constant companions, they are mapped to your DNA, you cannot outrun them, you cannot hide from them and finally, number five, you will not indulge in any type of sexual contact with anyone, apart from each other, unless you are instructed to do so, until the term of the contract expires," he finished then handed the contracts to the lawyer, who was sat waiting for them, to read them through once more, before advising where to sign. "Oh, one last thing," he said brightly, "you signed to say that you are a virgin, Ms Fabray," he announced bluntly and with something approaching glee on his face. Quinn nodded, she couldn't speak at all. "If that is proven, it's worth a bonus of two semesters for you," he advised. "Good luck," he trilled merrily and swept out of the office.
"Are you ok?" Puck whispered to Quinn, she gulped and nodded, she still couldn't speak.
"Q, I have no idea why you're doing this," Sue Sylvester said gruffly, she was scared for her former head cheerleader, something had been different about her this last year, "but I hope it's for the right reasons," she finished and leaned over to give Quinn a hug of support.
"It is," Quinn managed to reply, though her lips trembled and her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
"Ok, so if I could just ask you both to read this clause, initial it, sign it there," the lawyer said, he sounded disinterested, bored, "and sign there too. Thank you, now if I could just ask you to witness it," he added and pushed the papers towards Principal Sylvester. "Thank you," he said again and gathered all of his paperwork together. "Good day," he said before leaving then turned and gave Puck a huge wink and a smile, "you're one hell of a lucky guy," he told Puck as he looked Quinn up and down yet again. Puck barely managed to stop himself from growling at the predatory look in the guy's eyes.
"So now what?" Quinn asked as the room cleared and she found herself alone with Puck.
"We wait," Puck advised with a shrug. "We wait till we're called for the ear things and the body cam things, what the fuck is that about anyway?" he asked in disgust. "They can't just make a freakin' call?" he demanded.
"And don't forget there will be the drones following our every move," Quinn reminded him as she checked out yet another clause that she hadn't read before signing. "Oh, crap, did you see this bit before?" she asked.
"What bit?" Puck replied.
"The part that states we have to live in the same house for the duration," Quinn said, pointing out the clause.
"Crap," Puck sighed and perched himself on the edge of Principal Sylvester's desk. "Your place or mine?" he asked.
"Does your family know you're doing this?" Quinn asked.
"My mom does, my sister doesn't, she's too young," Puck responded.
"My family don't know yet," Quinn said, her voice shaking with nerves.
"Don't you think you ought to tell them?" Puck asked. "They might get a bit of a shock when you and I are plastered all over the news and the web, naked and going at it like porn stars on steroids," he commented, a tad worried about Quinn's state of mind.
"There's only my sister," Quinn replied. "I suppose I better tell you," she said, deciding to come clean. "She's in a persistent vegetative state," she explained, "so Frannie wouldn't even know if we were going at it on the bed beside her," she added bitterly. "I need this, I have to make it to college, I have to get into medical school, I have to become a doctor, I have to fix her," she said then broke down and cried, sobbed for the months of carrying the burden alone and for the relief of finally opening up and telling someone.
"What about your parents?" Puck asked. Where the hell were they?
"They've been gone about a year," Quinn replied and sniffed some more. "They were in the first wave of refugees to be evacuated," she added sadly.
"Oh my God, they weren't," Puck began to ask, then paused, Quinn nodded. "They were in the ship that exploded?" he asked, again Quinn nodded. "Ah, crap," he sighed and brought her into the circle of his arms. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked gently.
"I couldn't," Quinn cried. "It was hard enough to keep things going for me and Frannie," she hissed. "If the authorities knew my parents were gone they'd have taken the house from us," she ground out and she was quite right, the authorities would have done that.
"So are we better off at your house or at my house?" Puck asked.
"My house," Quinn replied. "I have a helper who is with my sister, she used to be the housekeeper before the world went to shit," she muttered miserably and sniffed again, "but she didn't have anywhere else to go either, so she stayed with me and Frannie, she takes care of her for me whenever I'm not there and she knows about this," she said with a bit more strength to her voice, her famous Fabray control returning to her body.
"Ok, I'll let my mom know," Puck agreed without argument. "We'll live at your house," he informed her casually. They both looked up at the ceiling as the disembodied voice ordered them to go to the school nurse's office.
"This won't hurt a bit," the nurse informed Puck and Quinn with pleasure. Not that she could actually say that with any sort of authority, she herself had never had a permanent ear implant injected. Quinn winced and jumped as the connection was made between the implant and her cochlea. Puck held his breath as his turn came, he couldn't help the slight jerk of his body as the implant gripped into place. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" the nurse asked brightly. "Now, if you both just drink this," she said, offering them each a sealed carton of something that looked suspiciously noxious. "These are the microdot cameras, they're programmed to distribute to the right places in your bodies, they know where to go," she assured them both happily. What did she care, she was getting a huge food parcel bonus for this gig. Hallelujah, they'd finally found someone at McKinley High with functioning ovaries and someone with viable sperm. Terri Schuester prayed for many, many more such discoveries.
"Quinn Fabray, from now on you are to be known as 'mother'," a robotic voice in Quinn's head informed her. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," Quinn whispered her reply, she was in the middle of her English Literature class, and she knew that people would wonder who the hell she was talking to.
"Mother, you are to leave this room immediately and wait in the choir room for further instructions, do you understand?" the voice asked.
"Yes," Quinn whispered again and stood to gather her belongings. As she walked towards the door of the classroom, her teacher said nothing, neither did any of her classmates, but they all watched the small drone that flew above Quinn's head, they watched as it followed her out of the room.
"Noah Puckerman, from now on you are to be known as 'father'," a robotic voice deep inside Puck's head told him. "Do you understand?"
"Yep," Puck sighed as he chewed the end of his pen, he was done even pretending to concentrate in his American History class. The only thing on Puck's mind was how the hell was he going to make sure that Quinn could prove her virginity, how could he make sure they had the proof that he'd taken it, when he eventually did get to take it. And oh crap, was he going to be walking around with a permanent boner, ready to fuck at any given moment?
"Father, you are to leave this room immediately and wait in the choir room for further instructions, do you understand?" the voice asked.
"No problem," Puck replied, almost to himself then stood and walked out without a word to his teacher or to anyone else, his assigned drone followed him overhead.
"Hey," Puck said quietly to Quinn and immediately drew her close into his arms, hugged her tightly to him, he hoped that she took comfort from him because that's what he was intending to give to her, comfort, nothing more. Not yet, anyway.
Suddenly both drones touched together, their joined wings made a screen. "Mother, father," the weird guy from Sue's office said to gain their attention. "You may address me as Altman," he told them then looked down at the desk in front of him. "All the cameras have now been distributed throughout your bodies correctly, are all in position and are functioning," he told them. "The first task, for you mother, is to allow father to take your virginity, we shall expect some...slight...proof," he said delicately, his eyes down towards his desk as though embarrassed, then he looked straight at them. "Blood, we expect blood," he said much more crudely. "You have two hours to complete your task, I would suggest, for your first performance though, that you retire to somewhere more private than here," he added, with a lot more feeling for the young couple than he usually felt. As quickly as he had appeared, he disappeared and the two drones separated.
"Your place?" Puck murmured into Quinn's hair as he held her tight to his chest, he felt her shiver intermittently, he knew she was beyond nervous.
Quinn nodded and trembled even more, even as she was locked up tight within Puck's welcome, warm embrace, she was quite literally freaking out. Why the hell had she agreed to this? Yale. For Yale. She was doing this for Yale. And for Frannie. "Let's go," she whispered hoarsely.
The drones followed the young couple the whole of the way to Quinn's house. Each time they passed someone, the first thing that person did was to look up at the drones, glance at the screens that littered the city, held high on the walls of buildings and grinned at themselves as they saw themselves on screen. Puck heard a few crude suggestions called out to him from some building workers as they passed, but he chose to ignore them, he hoped that Quinn was naive enough that she didn't understand what had been said.
"I'm not sure the cameras were deployed to my ass," Quinn murmured without looking at Puck, she looked down at their joined hands and gulped.
"They probably were," Puck countered, "they'll probably want to see that at least once before the deed is done," he informed her. Puck knew, from reading the contracts this morning, that this wasn't going to end with a confirmed pregnancy like all the other Sex Games couples had done and if Quinn had checked the small print a bit more thoroughly, she might have realised that they were now contracted to provide a minimum of three infants before they could walk away from each other, if in fact they would ever be able to walk away from each other. There was one get out clause though, Puck wondered if Quinn was aware of that one, he certainly was and it wouldn't take a great deal of persuading for him to invoke it...