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A/N: This is what could have happened at Rachel's party...
"Let's play spin the bottle," Rachel shouted, looking right into Finn's face, searching for a reaction from him, hoping to see a hint of jealousy. "Spin the bottle," she repeated before she stepped off the small stage.
Everyone was sat on the floor, in a circle, the drinks were still flowing. Weird combinations of kissing had already happened, Santana and Brittany didn't seem to mind when they had to kiss, Sam and Artie point-blank refused to kiss each other so they took a forfeit, a shot of JD each. Rachel spun the bottle and it ended up pointed at Sam, they kissed slowly, both of them trying not to laugh. Quinn took a turn and the bottle stopped, pointing at Mercedes, they laughingly shared a quick peck on the lips to much booing and jeering from the guys, they'd have preferred to see the much more interesting version of girl lips on girl lips that Santana and Brittany had already treated them to. Finn reached over and spun the bottle, it landed at Quinn, she stretched over and planted her mouth on his, Rachel counted how many seconds their lips stayed locked together, nobody noticed the scowl on Puck's face.
Puck made sure that it was his turn next, he spun the bottle carefully, he knew exactly who he wanted to kiss. Hallelulia, he'd judged it just right. "Come to Puckasaurus, Fabray, get your sweet ass over here," Puck called out, smiling widely. Quinn giggled drunkenly as she crawled round the outside of the circle and climbed astride Puck's lap. She ran her hands over his mohawk and down his face before lowering her mouth to his. Puck, who had been leaning back on his hands, sat up straighter, he gripped her hips and pulled her in tighter, his fingers clenching and unclenching on her ass in time with her slight rise and fall, he loved that she was grinding on him. Neither Puck nor Quinn even heard the whistles, the cheers, the mocking applause, the hoots, the hollers and the catcalls of their friends as they sat watching, all of them almost mesmerised by the steamy scene unfolding in front of them. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours later when their lips finally parted although their eyes stayed locked together. When they finally became aware of their friends around them, both Quinn and even Puck blushed a little, both of them were quite breathless. "Wow," Quinn breathed, she was still rocking slightly into him, as though she couldn't help it, Quinn was totally aware of his reaction to their super hot kiss and she could not deny that she was enjoying the pressure at the juncture of her thighs that she was getting in return.
"Is there some unfinished business there, man?" Artie asked Puck, totally unnecessarily, Puck thought.
Puck smiled as he watched Quinn crawl back to her place, his eyes stayed locked onto her ass, he really enjoyed that view, especially when she glanced back over her shoulder and winked at him. In his mind he was planning how and where to get her alone to continue what they had just started. Puck carefully raised one knee to try to hide his physical reaction to their make out session from his friends. He didn't mind them all knowing that he enjoyed sex but he didn't really want them to see his raging boner.
Later, while Rachel and Blaine were singing a credible rendition of The Human League's Don't You Want Me, Finn glanced round the basement room, he rather enjoyed seeing all of his friends enjoying themselves, all of them joining in the song, singing and dancing around. Artie, Brittany, Sam, Santana, Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Kurt…where the hell had Puck and Quinn disappeared to?