A/N: My first serious dive into writing Glee! This idea has been plaguing my life lately and I had to write it before I went crazy. I've written up to Chapter 7 already, so there will be regular updates providing I'm getting a regular chance to write and stay ahead! Enjoy!
Reminder: This story is rated M for a reason and features Puck/Santana/Quinn scenes.
Chapter One:
Quinn Fabray had been feeling fat all day and it certainly hadn't helped when her best friend Santana Lopez had jokingly told her that she needed to lay off the fries at lunch. She had glanced at her reflection every chance she got throughout the day, wondering how long her stomach had looked so big in her cheerio's uniform, and since when her thighs had looked so large. Now here she was, laying on her bed after school, Noah Puckerman hovering over her, their mouths sharing a series of hot, messy kisses as his hand gripped her thigh tightly.
Quinn was meant to be tutoring Puck, but Puck had brought some wine coolers with him, and after drinking a few of them, Quinn had forgotten about the tutoring, intent on feeling skinny again, and kissing Puck was helping immensely with that. Puck was a known ladies man, thinking far more with his penis than he did with his brain, and Quinn had a boyfriend, she was president of the celibacy club, this wasn't something she usually did. But Quinn had always secretly had a crush on Puck, since Freshman Year and lately she had spent a lot of time around him since she had started dating Finn and they were best friends. It was during this time that Quinn's crush had become less about Puck's physical features and more about the kind-hearted boy she had seen, instead of the usual bad-ass appearance that she had grown used to.
As Puck's hand moved to grab Quinn's waist she had pushed him away slightly.
"I can't do this," she breathed but Puck wasn't deterred.
"Yes you can," he argued, reaching over to the nightstand. "Have another wine cooler."
As Puck held out the beverage, Quinn spoke again.
"I'm president of the celibacy club, I took a vow," Quinn reminded him but Puck just shrugged.
"So did Santana and Brittany, and I did them," Puck told her and Quinn sighed loudly, knowing that the vow she had taken had meant nothing to her.
"What about Finn? He's your best friend."
"Come on, we're in high school," Puck argued. "You think either one of us is going to give a damn about Finn in three years?"
Quinn knew her arguments were weak, her breathing was rapid, her eyes focused on Puck's lips as he spoke, his words barely getting into her brain as Puck slid his hand further up under her cheerio's skirt.
"Life is just a bunch of experiences you know, you don't get a medal at the finish line for being good. You just get dead."
"Okay but you can't tell anybody, okay?" Quinn's voice was husky as she let her hormones take over her brain. "I'll lose my rep."
"Our secret, baby," Puck promised as their lips met again briefly before Quinn's hand pushed him away again.
"What about protection?" Quinn was still a sensible girl, despite the fact that she was about to sleep with the biggest man-whore at school.
"I got it," Puck grinned. "Trust me. This isn't just another hook up for me."
With those words Quinn let Puck lower himself back down to her mouth again where he kissed her quickly before moving his lips to kiss down her neck, making her body crave him even more than she ever felt possible.
"Tell me one more time," Quinn asked breathily, gripping tightly onto Puck's shoulder.
"You're not fat," Puck promised, punctuating his sentence with a nip to Quinn's neck, making her let out a soft moan.
Puck continued his attack on the smooth skin, feeling Quinn's arms wrap tighter around his upper body, her left leg hooking over his leg to pull their lower bodies closer together.
Quinn could feel every inch of Puck's body against her own, his hips were pressing tightly against her, and she let out a groan as he started to rock lightly into her.
In no time at all the pair's clothes were pilled on the floor, dropped carelessly as lips and hands explored newly exposed flesh. Puck had quickly found a few spots that made Quinn gasp or moan, and Quinn was enjoying Puck's soft curses as she slowly pumped her hand around his hard flesh.
"Faster," Puck begged, his head buried in Quinn's shoulder, his hot breath heavy in her ear as she complied, moving her hand faster, tightening her grip ever so slightly.
Puck soon realised he was going to end far too early if Quinn kept her actions up so he wrapped his hand around her own, stilling her before removing her hand, pinning it up by her head as he kissed her feverishly until they were panting.
Quinn threw her head back as Puck's mouth moved south, over the tingling skin of her neck and down further until he caught a nipple between his lips, drawing the tight bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, taking a few moments before he repeated his actions on the other nipple.
As Puck peppered Quinn's breasts with quick kisses, his hand slid further down, pleased that Quinn was obviously aroused from their activity. He rubbed through her folds for a few seconds before he slipped one finger slowly inside her, drawing his head up to watch her face as he entered her.
Quinn let out a soft gasp as Puck's longer finger slid inside her, her muscles tightening around the intrusion as her hips bucked up in pleasure. Quinn was no stranger to exploring her own body, but she knew that her own fingers had never felt half as good as Puck's did, especially when he started to slowly move in and out, adding another finger and twisting his wrist every couple of strokes.
It didn't take long before Puck's thumb was rubbing quick little circles against her clit and Quinn was calling out his name as her body crashed over the edge, but far from leaving her satisfied, Quinn needed more.
And so it happened, the pair so caught up in their need and hunger for the other they forgot one small, but significant detail. Protection.
As they lay sprawled out on their backs a while later, their breaths coming in exhausted pants, the thought went through Puck's might that they had forgotten a condom but he shrugged the thought away. This was the first time he had ever forgotten, and he knew it was the first time Quinn had ever had sex, they couldn't be that unlucky that anything would happen.
But as it turned out, luck really wasn't on Puck's side that week, two days later he was in another girl's bed, this time it was his casual hook up, Santana Lopez, Quinn's best friend and fellow cheerleader. Puck and Santana had been sleeping together for the past two years, using each other to "scratch an itch" whenever it was needed. They had promised to end things if either of them was ever starting to develop feelings for each other, but when it had come to that and each of them had realised what the other was becoming to mean to them, both Puck and Santana were too afraid to let these feelings show for fear of losing the other.
"Where were you on Monday night?" Santana asked as Puck kissed down her neck. "I got your voicemail and then you never called me back. I had to take care of myself."
Puck's eyes darkened at what Santana was implying, and he shot his gaze up to the smirking Latina girl.
"I was with Quinn," Puck said between kisses, keeping his eyes fixed on Santana as he mentioned her best friend and let her come to the conclusion.
"No way! Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes did not let you into her pants!" Santana exclaimed after a look passed over her face that Puck couldn't place. "Well could your sweet little church girl do this?"
Santana flipped their bodies, quickly bending down to take Puck into her mouth, quickly setting a rapid pace as she worked on getting more and more of the hardened length into her mouth.
Puck soon forgot about sleeping with Quinn - and the look that had passed across Santana's face - as he and Santana worked each other's bodies until they were both exhausted and satisfied. Neither of them could have possibly noticed the tiny hole in the condom, it was almost too small for the naked eye to see, but it was certainly big enough to change their lives forever.
Six Weeks Later...
To Quinn, it felt like all that her and Finn had done over the past few weeks was fight. She hadn't been feeling well all week, and then when Finn told her he had joined Glee Club, Quinn was furious.
The only reason she was dating Finn was because he was the football captain and she was the head cheerleader, it was practically a written rule that they had to date, and Quinn was determined to be popular, so she put up Finn, even if they had nothing in common and she definitely wasn't in love with him, or even close to it.
Quinn was used to getting her own way, especially with boys, and so when Finn wasn't listening to her reasoning on why he could quit Glee, Quinn decided she had to pull out all the stops to get him to listen to her.
"Okay, let's compromise," Quinn couldn't believe she was resorting to this, but she knew Finn had been trying to get further with her, physically, and she was willing to let him, as long as she got what she wanted out of it. "If you quit the club, I'll let you touch my breast."
"Under the shirt?" Finn's desperate voice made Quinn's voice change from her sickly-sweet voice she used to manipulate people to her no-nonsense-bitch voice.
"Over the bra," Quinn suddenly felt repulsed at the thought of Finn touching her, her thoughts starting to cloud over with memories of her night with Puck until Finn spoke again.
"No, no, I can't," Finn mumbled. "I wanna do Glee, I'm happy when I'm performing."
Quinn scoffed, her anger building. "People think you're gay now, Finn, and do you know what that makes me? Your Big. Gay. Beard."
"Look, I gotta go to class," Finn said quickly. "Okay, just relax, everything is going to work out."
Quinn seethed as the tall boy hurried away from her, her emotions had been so up and down lately, she was finding herself getting angry at every little thing and as she looked up her green eyes spotted Rachel Berry, one of the girls from Glee club who was watching Finn walk away, a besotted look on her face.
"Eavesdrop much?" Quinn's voice pulsed with anger now as she took the few steps towards the brunette girl. "Time for some girl-talk, man hands. You can dance with him. You can sing with him." Quinn took a small step forward, her body almost touching Rachel's. "But you will never have him."
"I saw your man and the Hobbit in the hallway today," Santana mentioned to Quinn as they sat waiting for Celibacy Club to start and their eyes met.
"I swear if she tries to make a move on Finn I am going to kick her ass," Quinn seethed and Santana laughed at her best friend.
"Because you're so hopelessly in love with Frankenteen, right?" Santana rolled her eyes.
"No," Quinn bit back. "Because we're going to rule this school together, if it's the last thing I do, and I cannot let That Thing ruin my best chance at being the most popular girl at this school."
The other girls filled the room and Quinn's eyes darkened as Rachel entered the room with them, looking hopelessly around the room for Finn.
Quinn's eyes kept darting over to Rachel throughout the start of the meeting, none of the girls there were serious about celibacy, almost all of them were having sex regularly, but it was a good excuse to spend more time fooling around with the football boys.
When the boys joined them again, Quinn quickly pulled Finn over near her, introducing Rachel to a geeky boy called Jacob who drooled over any girl and Quinn knew he would keep Rachel close to him for the rest of the meeting.
As the group paired up with balloons between each pair, Quinn shot Finn a big grin, so wide it almost hurt, but she was determined to show Rachel how happy they were together.
Quinn could hear Puck and Santana over the noise of the room and as she looked over she saw Puck thrusting against the balloon, grinding his hips against the latex as he held firmly onto Santana's hips and a burst of jealously shot through her.
Though Quinn fully knew that Santana and Puck slept together often, she wasn't sure what it was about seeing them mucking around together that made her wish she was paired with someone other than Finn, especially as the balloon that was between them popped and everyone turned to look at them.
"Finn!" Quinn cried out.
"It must have hit my zipper," Finn answered quickly, and Quinn shot him a dirty look.
As Rachel started to talk, Quinn noticed her eyes kept going back to look at Finn, and this made the blonde's blood boil.
"Don't you dare mention the 'c' word," Quinn fumed, her teeth clenching together as she realised that Rachel wasn't going to stop her bid to get Finn, especially as Rachel and Finn were now locked in a deep gaze. Rachel confessed girls wanted sex as much as guys did, before she turned and stalked out of the room, leaving Quinn almost shaking with anger.
The meeting ended quickly after that, Finn tried to apologise to Quinn once everyone else had left, but the blonde cheerleader was suddenly feeling sick. Quinn ignored Finn as she left the room, almost breaking into a run in her haste to reach the bathroom in time.
As Quinn emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl, she heard the rushing of feet and the slamming of the cubicle door next to her, followed by the unmistakable sound of the girl in the next cubicle throwing up also, which set Quinn off again.
Quinn wiped her mouth, hearing the toilet next to her flush and she stood on shaky feet, curious about the other girl.
Santana finished throwing up, hearing the girl in the other occupied cubicle continue to throw up, which made her stomach turn a little and she fought to keep from being sick again. This was the third time she had thrown up that day and Santana wondered if she had a stomach bug.
As Santana stood at the bathroom mirror, washing her hands and re-applying her lip-glass, Quinn emerged from the other stall, her face a deathly shade of white and Santana shot her a feeble smile.
"I think we've caught the same bug," the darker girl commented to her friend and Quinn nodded weakly.
"I've felt seedy all day," Quinn confessed. "Hopefully this is the only time I throw up, it's so gross."
"This is my third time," Santana rolled her eyes, and Quinn smirked as their eyes connected in the mirror.
"You're probably pregnant, you whore," Quinn teased, and Santana scoffed.
"Why didn't you know, Q, I'm in the celibacy club," Santana joked, though fear had suddenly gripped her stomach, wondering if there was any truth to Quinn's teasing remark.
The two girls linked arms as they left the bathroom, fake smiles plastered on their clammy faces as the walked down the hallway together.
The next afternoon Quinn, Santana and the friend Brittany stood in the choir room, dressed in their cheerio's uniform, asking Mr Schuester to let them join the Glee club.
Quinn had decided that it was going to take a lot more to keep Rachel away from Finn, and she knew if she could join the club, she would be able to stop them from spending all that time together without her around. She convinced Santana and Brittany to join with her too, because she needed back up and they were her best friends. Quinn was a little surprised when Santana didn't take much to convince, she knew that Brittany would go with her, no questions asked, but Quinn thought Santana would take a lot more work to agree.
The three girls were all obviously good dancers, they were part of a national-championship cheerleading squad, and they all had amazing voices, so they knew Mr Schue would let them in. Santana and Brittany were only too keen to help Quinn out, both having a secret passion for singing, dancing and performing, but never having had an outlet to express themselves in their passions before.
What they hadn't counted on was Sue Sylvester, the Cheerio's coach pulling the three of them into her office to talk to them about joining the Glee club three days later. Coach Sylvester was tough, there was no doubt about that, and she wasn't at all pleased that the girls were joining a club she had such hatred for.
Quinn pleaded her case, willing herself to build up tears to try and sway the Coach, glad when Sue's temper settled and she announced the girls were going to spy on the Glee Club, which meant they had her permission to be both Cheerios and in the Glee club.
As Sue talked, Quinn felt her stomach lurching again, she had been throwing up several times a day since the time in the bathroom with Santana, and she was starting to get worried, though she was trying her hardest to distract herself with the Glee club and keeping Rachel away from her boyfriend.
When Sue finally dismissed them, Quinn rushed to the closest bathroom, not seeing the concerned look on Santana's face as she told Brittany should would see her later. Santana followed the blonde girl into the bathroom, hearing Quinn throwing up again only made her own stomach turn at the sound, though she had thrown up herself less than an hour ago.
Santana struggled to keep her stomach settled as she listened to Quinn, considering leaving the bathroom but she knew her and Quinn had to talk, and the bathroom was a lot more private than the hallways where anyone could be listening.
Quinn emerged from the cubicle, her body trembling, but she stiffened when she saw Santana standing there, her arms followed across her chest.
"Some bug, eh?" Quinn's voice was raspy and Santana crossed the room to stand in front of the blonde.
"We both know you don't have a bug, Q," Santana said softly, her voice shaking as she spoke. "Have you taken a test?"
Quinn furiously shook her head. "No, I can't be."
Santana reached a hand out to rest on Quinn's arm, the simple touch making her want to pull the trembling girl into a tight embrace.
"I have one if you want to take it," Santana suggested and Quinn's eyes turned curious.
"Why are you carrying around pregnancy tests, San?"
Santana shifted nervously, her hand dropping from Quinn's arm as she struggled to find the words.
"I took one yesterday," Santana finally confessed. "Well, I took three, and I decided not to waste the fourth one because well, I'm sure the other three weren't all faulty."
"You're pregnant?" Quinn was in disbelief, she knew that Santana had sex often, but girls like them didn't get pregnant at 16, they were cheerleaders, beautiful and sexy, not the kind of girls who got knocked up at high school.
Santana nodded, "And face it Q, you think you are too."
Quinn suddenly felt her eyes filling with tears that threatened to spill over.
"What am I going to tell Finn?"
"You must think I'm stupid if you think I believe you've slept with Frankenteen," Santana pointed out, deciding that she might as well let Quinn know that Puck had spilled the beans about the two of them sleeping together, after all, the only person who could have gotten Santana pregnant, was also Puck. "Puck told me."
"Fuck him," Quinn seethed and Santana reached out for Quinn's arm again, stopping her from storming out of the bathroom in search of the mohawked-boy.
"Q," Santana's voice soothed Quinn's anger away, bringing the tears back to the forefront of her emotions. "Take the test, then we can talk about what the hell we are going to do about this."
Five minutes later and the two girls were looking down at a obviously positive test, the result had showed up in minutes, far faster than any of Santana's had the day before.
Quinn felt like she was going to be sick again, though this time it was through nerves and worry.
"Come here," Santana reached out to wrap Quinn in a tight hug, relishing in the feel of the trembling girl in her arms. Though Santana slept with a lot of boys, she had known from the day she laid eyes on Quinn Fabray that there was something special about the blonde, and her feeling had only grown ever since and seeing Quinn so upset made Santana's heart just about explode with the need to comfort her.
"Why are you being so nice?" Quinn sobbed into Santana's shoulder. "I slept with your boyfriend."
Santana let out a soft laugh. "You know my relationship with Puck is about as serious as your relationship with Finn." Santana knew this was a lie, but in that moment, she was more worried about Quinn than herself, and if she admitted it to herself, the idea of Puck and Quinn together, turned her on more than a little bit.
"So Puck isn't the Father?" Quinn's sobs were lessening the longer she spent in Santana's arms.
"He is," Santana confessed with a sigh and Quinn wrapped her arms tighter around the brunette's neck, deciding if Santana's touch was comforting her, then maybe her own touch would do the same for her best friend. "God this is so fucked up."
At the statement, Quinn couldn't help but giggle, which started Santana up as well. As the giggling continued Quinn moved her face from Santana's neck, dark brown eyes instantly settling upon her own green ones and the giggling faded away as eyes darted down towards lips, then back to questioning eyes until both girls leant in until lips met in a soft, chaste kiss.
Quinn was the first to pull back, and when Santana opened her eyes she could see the blonde biting on her bottom lip, a sure sign that Quinn was nervous. Wanting to settle the apprehension she could see written all over her friend's face, Santana slowly leant in again, brushing her lips against Quinn's once, twice, three times before Quinn reacted, kissing her back once again.