Disclaimer: No claim to ownership of the Glee characters or material contained within this fiction is implied. The other stuff is all mine.

A/N: By request, a look at junior year and the Quick we were never shown.

"Hey," Puck said as his call was answered. "I'm out, my mom just picked me up."

"It's so good to hear your voice," she whispered, almost in tears. "Talk to me, just….just talk to me," Quinn waited for him to just speak.

"Talk about what?" he asked, she could hear from his tone that his mouth had turned up at one corner, that half smile that made her melt. "My mom had to go in to work," Puck said, "I have to stay here with the brat. Want to come over? Check out my guns?" his smile grew bigger as he heard her sharp intake of breath. "I heard you've been singing with Ladylips," he said, a little less smile in his voice, "Finn told me. I don't care, I just want to…."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Quinn said in a rush, cutting off what he was going to say. She hung up and rushed to her closet, pulling out a box hidden way in the back. "You are so going to enjoy this," she muttered to herself, inspecting the tiny garments.

Thirty minutes later Quinn pulled up outside the house she used to live in. She sat for a few seconds taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She got out of her car carefully and walked up to the front door. Just as she lifted her hand to knock, the door opened.

"Hey," Puck murmured, taking her hand and pulling her inside, looking around to make sure they hadn't been seen by anyone. "Brat's in her room getting stoked on candy and Mario," he said, pushing Quinn up against the closed door, leaning in to her, feeling her through his entire body. "Oh, God, I have to be inside you. Now," he groaned, parting the edges of her long coat. "Fuck," he breathed. "You drove here like that?" he asked, his eyes wide. "Thank fuck you didn't get in an accident or stopped by the police," he grinned, his lips finding the pulse point in her throat, his hands sliding round to cup her ass and press her further in to him.

Quinn's hands went to the front of his pants. "Here. Now," she insisted, so desperate to feel him filling her. Puck happily obliged.

"Ladylips not giving it to you?" he asked a while later, once they were both sated and could speak again.

"Sam is a really good guy," Quinn insisted.

"But he's not getting into your pants though, is he?" Puck asked. He knew from Quinn's actions and reactions that she hadn't been with anyone in the six weeks that he'd been locked up. And he for sure hadn't. Puck felt himself harden again, still inside her. He looked into her eyes, a smirk forming on his face as he flexed deep, deep inside her. He bent his knees a little and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, still inside her. He climbed the stairs, with a little difficulty, still inside her. He opened his bedroom door and closed it again with a kick of his foot once they were in his room. He was still inside her. He sat down on his bed, Quinn astride him, still inside her. Quinn rose slightly then fell, and again, and again, her hands holding tightly to the back of his neck, and again, their eyes locked together, her breath hitched as she felt him flex inside her again.

Puck took over, his arms still wrapped around her waist, he lifted her and brought her back down in time with his own thrusts. He stood again and turned, laying her on his bed, still buried deep inside her, her coat ruffled up underneath her.

The second time they both lasted a lot longer. Puck collapsed onto Quinn, breathing heavily, his whole body trembling with the effort. They both turned their faces to the door as it opened.

"I'm telling mom," Puck's little sister cried as soon as she spied Quinn. "Mom said you weren't allowed to have anyone over, she said so, I heard her," Sarah chanted, thrilled to get one over on her big, mean brother.

"Go boil your head, Sarah," Puck snarled. He really wanted to yell at her to go fuck herself but even he wouldn't say that to an eight year old. At least she didn't have a clue what he and Quinn had just been doing.

"And I'm telling mom you made another baby with Quinn, mom said you weren't allowed to do that either," Sarah finished triumphantly. She squealed and ran as Puck picked up the clock from his nightstand and hurled it in her direction. "I'm still telling, Noah," Sarah called from the hallway.

"Brat," muttered Puck. "I'm already grounded for a month, if she does tell mom it'll probably be two months," he grumbled.

"My mom would shit a brick if she knew I was here with you," Quinn muttered, covering her eyes with her hands. "And if Sarah tells your mom, she'll call my mom and tell her."

"There's no way they're going to allow us to be together," Puck agreed. "I mean, I know that Ladylips wants to date you, that he tried to kiss you and you wouldn't let him, maybe we can use him to…." Puck shrugged, trying to work out scenarios in his head as he was speaking, trying to think things through, ways to meet.

"Use him like a cover, you mean?" Quinn asked, thinking things through herself. "That could work. It'd mean spending time with him outside of school too though," she said slowly, going through the possibilities. She looked at Puck, her hands smoothing over his cheeks. "Are you sure you could handle that? Seeing me with another guy?" she asked, needing to be sure.

"Can you handle seeing me with another girl?" Puck countered. "I mean, if this is going to look real it'd be better if I was with someone, look like I'm getting it from somewhere," he shrugged.

"Who though?" Quinn asked, thinking through the girls who might want to date Puck. Unfortunately, there were far too many possibilities.

"Santana?" Puck asked. "I mean, we're just friends now and she's got something going with someone she wants to keep secret, maybe we could keep each others' secrets," he pondered.

"Santana?" Quinn questioned, her voice suddenly hard. "I'd rather she didn't know any secret of mine. Maybe you could tell her something that doesn't involve me, I don't know, tell her being locked up made you look at life differently but you don't want to spread that around or something?" Quinn asked, trying to come up with ideas.

"We'll work it out," Puck said, "but right now," he smiled and bent to kiss her, "I am so ready to go again," he whispered, moving slightly, rocking in to her, creating delicious friction. "You are so full of my lo…shit, birth control," he realised suddenly, having poured himself into her twice already.

"Not a problem," Quinn smiled, "I never stopped taking the pill even when you got locked up," she admitted. "I thought it might be a wise move, I knew it was only a matter of time till we were here again."

"Good move, Fabray," Puck said huskily, dipping to taste her lips once more, his tongue seeking permission to enter her mouth.

More than an hour later Puck ran out to Quinn's car to pick up her bag from the back seat. Back in his room he tossed it on the bed. He joined Quinn in the shower. "I brought your bag in," he told her. "I hope it has a lot more underwear in it, like the stuff you arrived in," he said against the wet skin of her shoulder.

"No, it's got my clothes in it," Quinn said with a little laugh, nudging him with her hip. "And I think you've had enough for today, I bet there's nothing left in you to come with. I mean, I know you've been saving it up for six weeks but…." she laughed harder.

"Who was saving it up?" Puck asked. "Why do you think my guns are this big? It wasn't from lifting weights, you know," he teased with a sly grin, showing her the age old hand movement. "I had to keep myself sane somehow," he winked.

"You are such a perv," Quinn whispered over her shoulder just before she kissed him again.

Puck turned the water off. "Fuck," he breathed, "was that the front door?" he asked. "Shit. What time is it?" he said, getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel round his waist.

"Don't ask me, you threw your clock at Sarah," Quinn reminded him.

Puck went to look out of the window. "Crap," he muttered. "My mom's home. Get dressed quick," he instructed, throwing her bag at her. Puck picked up Quinn's discarded, exceptionally sexy, luscious red lingerie and hid it under his bed. He straightened up the bedclothes and dragged on his pants and a shirt. "I can hear her on the stairs, hurry the fuck up," he whispered, desperately willing Quinn to be magically dressed. In just a few steps his mom would open his bedroom door and catch him in a predicament that she had expressly forbidden.

Quinn sat, composed and looking elegantly dressed - despite being without any underwear - on the side of the bed furthest from the door, the side that she used to occupy, her legs crossed daintily at the ankle, her hands clasped lightly together in her lap, looking the absolute essence of innocence and virtue. From the bottom of the bag Quinn had produced several schoolbooks and had them open at various pages. She'd also placed a few pages of work that she had stolen from this bedroom when she left to go and stay with Mercedes. Puck glanced and saw his handwriting on the pages. He gave Quinn a questioning look, his eyes narrowed, wondering how she had managed that.

"Noah, I told you," Mrs Puckerman said as she opened the bedroom door without knocking. "No visitors. You are already grounded for one month, minimum. You will be home every afternoon straight after school. You will go to temple twice a week. You will mow the lawn and do the yard work. You will wash my car and you will not have a girl in your room," she finished as she looked at Quinn. "Hello Quinn, how are you?" she asked, still in the same 'shouty' tone that she'd just told Puck off in.

"I'm fine, thanks," Quinn replied, almost shyly. "I just thought that Noah could use a little tutoring, maybe a little coaching, especially with his spelling," Quinn grinned, "and after everything that happened in the past, I thought it was the least I could do," she said, smiling at Puck's mom.

Mrs Puckerman looked round the room suspiciously, trying to detect anything untoward, out of the ordinary. Noah couldn't look angelic if he tried but Quinn looked genuine. Mrs Puckerman nodded. "Fine. As long as that's all that's going on in here," she said, her questioning gaze falling on her son.

"Mom," Puck cried, "like either of us wants to go through that again."

Quinn watched Puck shake his head in disgust. "School stuff is all that's going on in here, Mrs Puckerman, trust me," Quinn smiled.

Mrs Puckerman nodded, acknowledging Quinn's words, trusting her, more than a little sliver of relief shooting through her. Sarah had got it wrong when she said Quinn and Noah were up here making another baby, but at eight years old, she probably thought that kissing made babies.

Puck turned to Quinn once his mom had closed the door behind her. "School stuff?" he asked, smiling.

"We've always managed to find time and places to have sex at school," Quinn replied, her smile just verging on teasing. "I see no reason for that to stop. Do you?" she asked.

"Nuh uh," Puck replied, watching Quinn saunter round to his side of the bed. The second Quinn reached him his hands went to her hips, holding her close to him again. "Secret lovers?" Puck whispered to Quinn against her lips feeling her smile at his words.

"Secret lovers," she agreed, kissing him for all she was worth. "I have to go, my mom will be home from work soon too. Text me later," Quinn said, hoping that she didn't sound too desperate.

"Skype?" Puck suggested, as much as he loved sexting, especially with Quinn, he loved the freedom that Skype gave them, more.

"Text me when you log on," Quinn told him, leaning in for one last kiss before pulling her coat back on.

Puck walked Quinn to her car. "Thanks for helping me with that work, I need to get my grades up otherwise my probation officer will be on my case," he said, not quite quietly, knowing his mom was lurking near the front door. "See you at school," he said with a wave and a wink, his back still to the door.

"Santana, come on, please?" Puck pleaded quietly. "I know you have something going with Ellie, I just want a cover story," he said.

"Why?" Santana asked. "You've fucked nearly every girl in the school, ask one of them," she said, not willing to give up all of her secrets in exchange for what Puck wanted. Not that she had figured out yet what Puck wanted. But she would.

"Call it a revelation," Puck sighed, "call it an epiphany, call it what you want but I have to concentrate on school work, I'm so far behind already and if I'm 'dating' you then I won't be expected to be chasing girls and missing even more school work. See? Its win-win for both of us," he smiled endearingly, even though she couldn't see him.

"Fine," sighed Santana, seeing that for the moment it would be to her advantage. "But if anyone ever finds out about me, you're a dead man," she ground out.

"It's cool," Puck replied, "each to their own, but if you ever want to invite me over to watch….." he said with a smile.

"No thanks Puckerman," Santana replied with a grin. "You just keep giving me the loving looks and the odd grope while you stare longingly at Quinn's boobs, don't even try to deny it," she advised, "you've always had trouble keeping your eyes off her boobs and ass. And your hands," she said gleefully. "Better watch it though, I think she's with Sam now and he's not as useless as Finn. He might actually take your head off if you start messing with her again."

"I won't start anything with Quinn again, I promise," Puck replied quite honestly. Well, it was true. He wouldn't be starting anything again because it had never ended. Everyone just thought it had when she moved to Mercedes' house then moved back home with her mom and hardly seeing anything of each other through the summer. They just decided to keep it to themselves that they were still to all intents and purposes a couple.

"Alright guys, let's get down to business," Mr Schue said as Tina and Kurt walked through the choir room door. "First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman," he said with a smile then watched Puck behave like his usual macho asshole self. "Puck, I hope your time in juvie has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong," he said, nodding.

"Are you kidding me?" Puck replied, "I ruled that place, all I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day," he said with a sneer.

From her seat in the back row, as far from Puck as she could be, Quinn took her cue. "Wow, what a catch, I can't believe I ever let you go," she said sarcastically.

The class moved on to sectionals information and Mr Schue's latest attempt at forming lasting team bonds. As they moved seats to separate into boy/girl teams Puck caught Quinn's eye. Quinn saw the slightest, slightest hint of a wink and replied to it as they had for the last year, the tip of her tongue poking out at the left side of her mouth. Puck countered with a tug on his right ear. Quinn twirled her left hand through her ponytail. Message received and understood.

"I knew you wouldn't have forgotten the code," Puck breathed into Quinn's throat, his hand sliding up her thigh under her Cheerios uniform.

"How could I have forgotten it?" she asked, her hands roaming his shoulders, pulling him close, "I invented it," she reminded him. Wink of left eye, meet me at lunchtime. Tongue at left side of mouth, where. Tug of right ear, janitor's closet. Left hand through hair, got it. There were hundreds of other combinations but they were the signs they'd used most often, easiest to remember. It worked, they were there, together, unseen.

"I love fucking you on this bench," Puck murmured. "I know the janitor eats his lunch off this bench," he grinned.

"You're just a perv," Quinn replied, pulling her panties aside to allow him entry. "Hurry, we don't have much time," she urged.

"Dude, where did you disappear to at lunchtime?" Finn asked. "We wanted to give you a 'welcome back' lunch," he told him.

"I er I had to call my probie officer," Puck replied, inventing the lie as he went.

"Well, anyway," Sam said, standing up and holding out his hand to Puck. "No hard feelings that Quinn's with me now?" he asked.

Puck shook the outstretched hand and gave a smile that he'd been practicing for just this exact moment. Inside he was saying 'enjoy it while you can Ladylips, you still aren't getting into her pants'. "No sweat," he shrugged. "I'm with Santana now, at least I won't need a buzz kill like you losers," he grinned maliciously. Both Sam and Finn envied him that.

Puck spent less time with his usual band of friends and started spending time with Artie. He gave Artie lessons in breaking the rules, Artie gave Puck lessons in geometry. Puck really enjoyed spending time with Artie, not that he'd admit that to anyone, well, anyone except Quinn.

"He's really funny, you know," Puck said, his finger tracing patterns in the palm of her hand as they lay together on his bed. "He knows all sorts of stuff too, makes it easy to remember when he puts stuff to music," he sounded really impressed.

"I'm pleased that you and Artie are getting along and that he's helping you," Quinn replied, a frown on her face, "but do you really have to take Santana to Breadstix?" she asked.

"Yeah," Puck shrugged. "Artie wants to get back with Brittany, Brittany won't go without Santana, Santana's my cover. I'm sorry, I'll be thinking of you the whole time, I promise."

"Make sure you do," Quinn replied, kissing the very corner of his mouth. "I have a date with Sam tomorrow night anyway," she sighed.

"That makes me feel a whole lot better," Puck grumbled. Even though he'd agreed to it, it was killing him to see Quinn with Sam. He literally wanted to punch Sam's lights out, rip his massive lips off, especially when they were anywhere near Quinn's lips. "How far do you actually let him get anyway?" Puck asked, torturing himself even further. "Do you let him do this?" he asked, sliding his hand up under Quinn's pretty, flowery cropped top stopping just short of her breast.

"No," Quinn smiled, "he doesn't even get to do that over my clothes, never mind under them."

Puck smiled just a little. "So he definitely doesn't get to do this?" he asked, bending to stroke his tongue over her nipple through her top. Quinn shook her head, "or this?" he asked, teasing even more. Puck pulled the top down exposing her bra, his nimble fingers quickly uncovering her nipple. "Or this?" he asked, his tongue flicking over it rapidly. Quinn sucked in a breath and shook her head again. "Cool," Puck murmured, his mouth closing over the sensitive peak. He shifted over her, his mouth never leaving her nipple. Quinn parted her legs automatically to allow him to lie between her thighs, felt against her thigh how hard he was already. "My mom's at my Nana's with Sarah, they'll be back soon," he whispered against her breast, his hand venturing lower to the zip of her jeans.

"We can be Quick," Quinn said with a smile, "I love being Quick," she sighed as his fingers entered her.

"Me too," Puck replied against her throat, feeling her undulate underneath him. Very soon they were joined together in the way they loved best. "Oh God," moaned Puck, "I'm…huh," he shouted as his body exploded inside of Quinn. Quinn trembled, her muscles shivered then relaxed. She felt boneless.

A few days later, they were rocked by another thunderbolt. Puck was in danger of having to go back to juvie to finish out his sentence. Apparently giving Artie advice about pulling girls, making money and stuff like that didn't actually count as community service. Quinn was furious that Puck hadn't discussed it with her. She would have got him doing yard work for free for some of the elderly people in the area, surely that would have been a better option. Puck lost his temper when the probation officer visited school to give him a warning. He even thought about running away. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of never seeing Quinn again.

Puck and Artie made a deal. They still hung together, Artie tutored Puck, Puck improved his grades and did yard work for the elderly in the area for free. Mrs Puckerman was pleased with the improvement in her son. There was one little thing that niggled at her though. She couldn't quite see why Noah needed to spend so much time with Quinn if Artie was tutoring him and Santana was dating him. That was something she'd have to keep her eye on.