Quinn Fabray's first time was supposed to be on the night of her wedding. Ever since she was old enough to figure out what exactly that meant she'd had an image in her mind of how it was going to go. Not the whole act, obviously, but everything leading up to it.
It'd be in hotel room and Quinn and her perfect groom would run up there after the cake and toasts and dancing of the wedding reception. She figured she'd be pretty tired from the whole day, but she'd be really happy, and maybe a little drunk- off happiness and champagne- and when her perfect groom stripped off her white dress Quinn was sure she'd feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
Quinn's first time was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to be on a big feather bed in some ritzy hotel. It was supposed to be with a good Christian man (it was supposed to be his first time too). She was supposed to be in her twenties. She was supposed to have finished high school, and college, and maybe even graduate school and have a steady job (ditto for her perfect Christian groom). Quinn's first time was supposed to be perfect. But of course that wasn't how it worked out.
It wasn't the night of her wedding. It wasn't even at night- it was just some random afternoon. It wasn't on a big feather bed in a nice hotel room that was for sure. It was on the couch in Noah Puckerman's basement, the least ritzy place Quinn could ever have imagined, except for maybe somewhere in Finn's house. She wasn't really happy either- it hadn't been the amazing, unforgettable day it should've been. It was just a day to remind Quinn of every roll on her stomach and every bit of cellulite on her legs. She hadn't even known she'd had cellulite until Santana had pointed it out, and she still couldn't really see it but its not like Santana had any reason to lie to her about it.
Quinn' first time was most definitely not with her perfect Christian groom either. Puck was rude, callous, and Jewish.
What Quinn was was drunk. Drunk off the wine coolers from the case- had it really been full when she got her? How come there were none left? - that had sat on Puck's coffee table while they'd watched TV and talked about football and the Cheerios and laughed at Rachel Berry's newest myspace video and bitched about school and their parents and even Finn.
Quinn wasn't in her twenties. She wasn't even out of high school. She sure as hell wasn't married.
But despite all that, despite everything that was wrong with the situation and how un-perfect it all was, the look in Puck's (very drunk) eyes as he peeled off her Cheerios uniform still made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.