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so, I actually wanted to give up writing but then this story came into my mind and I decided to give this whole thing another try.
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a little warning: English isn't my first language and there can be mistakes here and there. I'm already sorry for them.
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"So dude, what kind of girls are you into?" Thomas nudged his friend's shoulder, who looked around the club shrugging a little. "I honestly don t know."
He really didn't know, he only knew that he wasn't gay as he has never tried to jump on his friend. Jesse looked around, looking for a girl he might like. After his accident a few weeks ago he couldn't remember a single thing, he wasn't sure if Jesse was his real name. All of his papers burnt in the car, he was the only thing that could have been saved. In hospital the doctors decided to give him a name then and now he was Jesse, living in the middle of nowhere.
Wearing his best shirt and a pair of pants he was at the club now, with some friends, looking for a girl to hook up with. He hadn't had sex in a while and Jesse found out that he needed it like air to breathe, guessing that in his old life he had loved having sex many times a week.
Jesse's eye caught some blonde hair as he was trying to find a girl, a blonde hair he immediately felt attractive to. "I guess I found my girl." Jesse said to his friend, nodding his head in the blonde's direction, Thomas smirking. "Blondes, huh?"
He simply nodded and made his way to the blonde, trying his best to get into the girl's panties.
Jesse tapped on the girl's shoulder carefully, the blonde turning around and her eyes growing wide as she looked at the guy. She couldn't believe who she was standing in front of.
Noah Puckerman.
The guy she fell in love with in high school. The guy she had a baby with. She hadn't seen him in years, didn't know what he was doing but now he was there, looking at her with the silly smirk she had loved since she saw it the first time. Puck's hair had grown out and he looked more mature but still handsome as ever.
"Hey.." Quinn breathed, the guy smiling small at her and holding his hand out to her.
"I'm Jesse." The blonde's jaw dropped, not sure what kind of game he was playing, but deciding to play with him after giving it a second thought. She already knew where this would end, he would be on top of her pounding into her deeply and she would scream his fake name to please him.
"My name's Quinn." She took his hand and shook it slightly, feeling sparkles rush through her body, Puck smiling and feeling the same. The girl felt familiar to him but he didn't know what part she had played in his life.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked the blonde, offering her his best smirk, Quinn grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. She wasn't in the mood for playing games, she hadn't had sex in months and was horny, and she knew Puck's special talents.
Puck was shocked as the blonde crashed her lips to his, still kissing her back and letting his tongue stroke along her lower lip. Quinn opened her mouth a little, Puck pushing his tongue inside and playing with her tongue slowly, the blonde letting out a soft moan.
He loved her kisses and could tell it wasn't the first time they kissed.
Maybe he was dating her back in his old life?
Or they hooked up before?
He didn't know but he liked it and he needed more. More of the pretty blonde with the beautiful hazel eyes.
Puck kissed his way to her ear, nibbling at her earlobe slowly, Quinn giggling softly, she hated and loved it at the same time when he did that. He pressed her against the bar, his body against hers as he kissed and sucked on her neck, Quinn tilting her head and clutching at his hair, pulling him into another kiss.
Quinn thrusted her tongue into his mouth, Puck playing with it roughly and pressing his bulge against her thigh, letting her feel how much he wanted her. If he could he would take her here in front of everybody.
"Do you wanna go home?" Quinn breathed between their heavy kisses, Puck nodding his head and grabbing her hand, pulling her out of the club.
Quinn led the guy to her small apartment around the corner, pushing him into her bedroom and crashing her lips to his, Puck kissing her back, unzipping her dress and dropping it quickly. He looked her up and down, admiring every inch of her body and pulling her on the bed gently.
The blonde pulled Puck on top of her, kissing him deeply and ripping his shirt open, throwing it on the floor and running her hands over his chest and his abs. Puck kissed his way down to her breast, taking her bra off quickly and sucking a pouting nipple into his mouth, Quinn throwing her head back and moaning the name Jesse gently. She played the game with him because she was sure that he would stop if she didn't do it.
Puck kissed her stomach gently, his hand squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples slowly, the girl's familiar body arching for him, wanting him. He wanted her too, pulling her thong off with his teeth, the blonde watching with dark eyes as he slowly licked her folds, moaning loudly.
She bucked her hips, Puck pressing her back into the bed, sucking her clit hard and pushing two of his fingers inside her, smirking against her centre, feeling how wet and ready she was for him. He fucked her slowly, Quinn arched her back and grabbed the sheets hard, crying out his fake name.
Puck crooked his fingers, feeling her walls tighten and flicking his tongue around her clit, Quinn coming around his fingers hard. He pulled his fingers out proudly and licked them clean, the blonde trying to control her breath and pulling him into a kiss, tasting herself on him.
Quinn unfasted his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down, wrapping her small hand around his cock and stroking slowly, Puck biting her lip softly and moaning into her mouth.
"I want you." Quinn mumbled against his lips, Puck nodding his head and slapping her hand away gently. He entered her quickly, both moaning in pleasure and kissing hard as he thrusted into her.
Puck slammed into her hard and fast, Quinn grinding against him and moaning loudly as he hit her spot perfectly, Puck rubbing her clit hard and feeling her walls clenching around him tightly.
"Puck!" Quinn screamed as she came around him, scratching his back deeply.
Puck.
Who the fuck was Puck? He wondered for a second before shooting his load inside her and collapsing on top of her, both panting hard...
Puck and Quinn joined together a few more times, the blonde feeling familiar to him more and more every time he thrusted into her but he still had no clue who the blonde really was...
The next day Puck woke up and saw that the other side of the bed of empty, frowning a little and getting up. He put on his boxers and pants but he wasn't able to find his shirt.
Walking around the apartment he saw the blonde wearing his shirt, only his shirt and cooking in the kitchen.
"Good Morning." Puck walked up to the blonde, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist carfully, Quinn startling a little.
"Puck! You scared me to death!" The blonde squealed a little, Puck frowning and pulling away quickly.
"Why do you call me Puck all the time?! My name is Jesse!"
Quinn turned around to look at the guy. "Puck, it's time to stop playing this game. It was fun when we were at the club but now it's just stupid! I know you aren't Jesse! Your fucking name is Noah Puckerman!"
Puck's eyes grew wide at the girl's words. She knew who he was. His name was obviously Noah Puckerman. "You... you know me?"
The blonde frowned, she was sick of his game. "Of course I do. You knocked me up in high school, remember?!"
"We what?!" Puck stared at her mouth opened, he was a father and the most beautiful girl he has ever seen was the mother.
Quinn looked at Puck, realising that he wasn't playing a game, realising that he had no idea who she was and it broke her heart. It broke her heart into a million pieces that the guy she still loved had no idea who she was or who Beth was.
"Sit down Puck. I guess we need to talk." Puck sat down at the table, Quinn putting breakfast on the table and sitting down opposite Puck.
"Okay, what has happened to you, Puck?" Quinn looked at Puck who ate a little of the waffles she had made for him.
"I had an accident a few weeks ago." Puck mumbled, ashamed of not remembering the girl he had a child with. "A truck hit my car and it exploded. My body was basically the only thing that has survived. The doctors at the hospital down the street told me I had an amnesia and they weren't sure if I'd ever get my memories back..." Puck looked at his plate sadly and sighed loudly, Quinn taking his hand and squeezing it gently, whispering a 'sorry'.
Puck looked into her eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes and mumbled. "I just wish I knew who I was. But now I'm lucky I've met you. Can you maybe... uh help me? Tell me about myself? Show me where I used to live?"
He wanted to know everything about his past, wanted to know about their child, about his family and friends, about his dreams.
He wanted to know everything, he needed to know it.
Quinn nodded her head a little. "I'll help you." She offered him a small smile.
She knew it would be a bad idea to help him as she still loved him. But she can't let him down. He needed her.