A/N: Ok, so just in case the description of the story wasn't clear, basically Quinn is dating Finn, but later starts secretly hooking up with Puck behind his back. There's no pregnancy for now, but maybe in a later chapter I might add it in. I love feedback, so please rate and comment!
Quinn groaned in pain as the sunlight from the window streaked in and rested on her face. She had a massive headache from the night before, and even the slightest sound of a bird chirping made her ears ring. What happened? She tried to ignore the spinning sensation in her head, and instead began piecing together what she could remember of last night.
Ok it was Santana's party... or maybe Brittney's? Oh what did it matter, either one would have been the same thing. Lots of drinks, loud music and a hangover as your goody-bag. But she remembered that she had been upset about something bad that happened. Bad enough to make her want to drink anyway... Quinn closed her eyes in thought, but opened them when she recalled why she was so annoyed at the party. Finn.
The memories of Finn and that Glee Club skank, Rachel came flooding back into her mind, only worsening her nausea. It wasn't like Finn was her whole life, but he could be so thick-headed sometimes. Truthfully she had never wanted to date him in the first place. She only led him on because of her status. Finn was the Quarterback on the football team, and she was the head cheerleader, so they belonged together. All of her friends said that they would make the perfect couple, and she believed them. But after she had seen Finn and that girl singing on stage... well let's just say there was no way Rachel Berry was getting away with her boyfriend. She cringed at the thought, and made a mental note to take care of that later.
So she was upset, and then.... who had she been hanging out with? She vaguely remembered talking to someone. They were having a good time... Laughing, dancing... drinking. Drinking, a lot. Now that she thought about it, drinking was almost all they were doing. She hadn't realized that she'd drank so much, until well past midnight, at which point it was too late to drive home by herself. Especially at her level of drunk. Which means that she wasn't sleeping in her bed.
But who was it that she had been talking too? He must have been a friend, because she didn't remember feeling awkward or out of place talking to him. Although she did remember feeling a little pissed at whoever it was, but she couldn't remember why...
She rolled over in thought, and almost screamed when she wound up face to face with Puck. His eyelids fluttered momentarily at the movement, but they remained closed to her relief. At first her heart skipped a few beats in shock, and then it finally registered. Her mind was suddenly bombarded with images of her and Puck from last night. She had been so upset about Finn, and Puck was so sweet to her...
Whoa, no. Quinn shook the thought out of her head. This was completely unacceptable. She was Quinn Fabray for crying out loud! President of the freaking Celibacy club... Oh crap. How could she be in the Club after this? This was the exact opposite of Celibate. Her quiet breakdown was making her stomach churn uneasily, so she decided to try and sneak out before anyone realized what had happened (including her). She slowly eased her way away from Puck, who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed. She blushed inadvertently, and tried to cover herself up before realizing that there was no one looking. She scanned the room for her clothes but saw none anywhere, except for Puck's shirt in one corner of the room. Out of fear that someone might be outside, she quickly grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head before peering out the door. The place was a mess. There were people passed out in the hallway, empty drinks scattered everywhere, and the dank smell of b.o. hanging in the midst. The smell made Quinn want to vomit, so she sped up the search for her clothes. They were nowhere in the hallway, and suddenly she started to panic at where they might have been taken off. She tried to retrace her steps again, and then remembered how Puck had her pinned up against the railing while he started to... deflower her.
She walked over to the stairs and saw her dress crumpled in the corner of one of the steps. As she went to grab it, a familiar voice caught her ear.
"Yea but there was no way Quinn could have done anything more with Puck, I mean she's like the poster-child for abstinence. She was probably just upset about Finn, so she decided to get back at him by making out with his best friend. Besides, they were so drunk, I bet they're just passed out in a room somewhere."
Santana was only a few feet away, as Quinn snatched her dress and bolted upstairs and back to her room. Thank God that Santana hadn't stuck around to catch the finale, Quinn thought to herself. She quickly shut the door and locked it behind her, leaning her head against the door. This was just pathetic. Before she had time to figure out an exit-strategy, she felt big strong arms wrap around her waist, causing her to gasp in shock. Puck buried a kiss in her disheveled blonde hair.
"'Morning, beautiful." He murmured into her ear, sending chills down her back. He gently pulled back her hair and began laying kisses on her neck. Quinn panicked. If she didn't stop this soon there would be a repeat of last night, only worse because she would remember every second of it. She let out the breath she had been holding in, and tried to steel her emotions.
"Puck, stop..." She thought it sounded like a convincing protest, but obviously it didn't work because he continued leaving a sucking kiss at the base of her neck, only slowing her train of thought down even more.
"Why?" He complained softly, his warm breath crawling over her skin. She quickly pushed out of his grip, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Come on, you know why." She slammed the bathroom door shut, and started rushing to change out of Puck's t-shirt and into her dress. "Last night was a mistake."
Even through the door, Quinn could hear Puck scoff.
"Are you kidding? Last night was a wake-up call." He said confidently. Quinn opened the door and Puck was standing right outside. "You don't belong with Finn." His low voice was penetrating, and Quinn found herself trying to avoid his gaze.
"That's not true." She said, equally as confident as Puck but somehow it came off less firm. She handed him his shirt, and then searched for her high heels. The bedroom was a mess, and Quinn finally found her shoes laying under the bed . She grabbed them and then turned towards the door, but was blocked by Puck. Quinn rolled her eyes, but Puck gently tilted her head up to face him.
"You're really going to tell me last night didn't mean anything to you." Quinn forced her eyes to meet his, and saw genuine concern there. She did nothing to hide the confusion on her face. There were so many things wrong with this picture that it wasn't even funny.
Her mouth was open slightly, as she struggled to find the answer. If there even was one...
"I can barely remember last night..." She answered, only partially lying. He looked a little upset at first, but then a grin slowly crept onto his face.
"Stay here another few hours and we can fix that." He leaned in and kissed her, but she pushed away before he could continue.
"Puck seriously, stop. I have to go; Finn is meeting me in an hour."
Puck seemed actually jealous, which made Quinn even more confused. This was Noah Puckerman, right? The football playing, sleep-with-anything-with-a-pulse, bully from Lima High School... why was he acting like this? Quinn had been sure that he would pretend like last night never happened. In fact, she had been relying on it.
"Come on, you don't really wanna spend all afternoon with Hudson. He'll bore you to death."
Puck's eyes were burning a hole through her, so she quickly looked away. "I can't stay here." She said, more to herself than Puck. He looked like he was about to protest, so Quinn turned before he could say anything and left. She tip-toed down the stairs and quietly slipped out the front door before Santana or any of the other hung-over partiers could see her there. Her car was parked right where she left it, a few houses down. She practically ran to it, dying to get out of this place as fast as possible. The door was open to her relief, and she scrambled into the driver's seat throwing her shoes into the back.
Quinn reached for the keys, and then realized she had left them inside the house.
"Crap." She leaned her head back against the headrest, and closed her eyes. This had to be the worst getaway Quinn had ever even attempted, let alone failed miserably.
Before she could haul herself out of the car to go get her keys, she heard a knock on the window. Puck was standing outside her car, holding her keys up. Quinn opened the door and stepped out, keeping one foot inside the car.
"Looking for these?" Puck asked with a smirk on his face. Quinn reached for them, but Puck pulled back in time for her to miss.
"Just give them to me." She said, annoyed. Puck clearly wanted something, and Quinn didn't have the time or patience to find out what it was.
"On one condition..." He leaned over the door of her car. "Can I see you again?"
Quinn gave him a fake smile. "Sure." She said politely, before snatching the keys from his grip.
"At school, like usual." Puck gave her a flat look, and she rolled her eyes before re-entering her car and closing the door. Luckily he took a few steps back before Quinn sped out of there.
She glanced one last time into the rear-view mirror, and saw Puck skulking back to the house. Quinn let out an exasperated sigh before pushing harder on the gas pedal.