Hey guys! First Glee Fic, and I'm super psyched! I've had this idea for a while but I have a very strict "One story at a time" policy so I've just sat on it for a while, but I've decided to scrap that rule because I want to upload this. This starts out in the scene from Goodbye where Quinn and Puck are in her bedroom and goes on from there. Anyway I don't own glee, but I kinda wish I did. R&R Enjoy!

I'm outta here," Puck said, standing up and walking toward Quinn bed to grab his bag, "Don't worry, you still get your brownie patch for trying to help a loser learn something." Quinn sighed, walking over to stand in front of him, blocking his exit.

"I'm not here for a patch, I'm here because I love you," Quinn said, Puck looked up, the surprise evident in his face, "You're my first." Quinn said quickly, covering up what she almost let slip. Puck sighed deeply, putting down his bag and sitting down on her bed. The same bed where he took her virginity all those years ago...

"I kinda screwed up that experience, huh?" Puck asked.

"No regrets," Quinn answered, sitting down next to him.

"Cool," Puck replied, trying not to look at the gorgeous girl sitting only inches away from him, "Because I always felt kinda bad about it. I feel bad about a lot of things but..." He trailed off, "I was an ass for most of high school." Quinn shifted slightly, scooting even closer to him.

"I really care about you Puck," Quinn said, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "I know that after Beth was born, we weren't really close, but when two people go through what we've been through, you're bonded for life." Puck turned to face her completely, looking into her gorgeous green eyes.

"If you ever need me you know where to find me," He said, "Right here in Lima, repeating my senior year forever."

"I would have never given my virginity to this guy," Quinn said with a small laugh, "The Puck I fell in love with had swagger. And you know what questions Mrs. Dusenbury is gonna ask you, so you just need to get your confidence back so you can get all that stuff out of the roach motel."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Puck asked doubtfully.

"Like this," Quinn answered, leaning in to kiss him. Puck almost let her, but he couldn't. He couldn't tie her down to him.

"No, wait," Puck said, "I'm not worth it. Save it for some Yale guy, who deserves you."

"Nobody deserves it more," Quinn answered, "You just have to remember the guy you were when we first met. You're the guy, who caught the winning touchdown at the only game the football team won sophomore year, you're the guy that ate that pepper on a dare."

"Didn't even puke," Puck said proudly.

"Now you let me kiss you," Quinn demanded.

"I guess it would be kinda rude if I refuse," Puck said cockily.

"You know what Puckerman," Quinn said, leaning towards him as her voice dropped to a whisper, "You got this."

And then she kissed him.

And in that moment, that glorious moment when her soft, sweet lips met his, all his doubt vanished, leaving him with a crystal clear perspective. This girl, no, this woman, made him feel complete. Her lips on his was the greatest sensation in the world, her touch, her lips, her hands, her body, it's what he'd been craving for his whole life. This kiss wasn't clouded by alcohol, or temporary insanity. No ulterior motive for the action they were performing. This was pure. This was honest. Her hand moved up to cup his face, positioning her head to deepen the kiss, permitting his tongue entrance into her sweet mouth. He wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing the other to entangle itself in her hair. He gently pushed her down to lay on the bed beneath him, breaking their lip lock and causing her to open her eyes and look at him. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by his mouth reattaching to hers. She ran her hands through his mohawk, tugging slightly and arching against him. He put his hand on her knee, slowly sliding it up her thigh and under her skirt. Quinn moaned softly, a heavenly sound Puck had dreamt about for two years. Quinn felt his hand slide higher, her skin tingling from the contact. This was so... not good. Quinn sat up, pushing him off her and pulling her skirt down.

"I can't do this," She said standing up and fixing her hair.

"Quinn-" Puck started.

"No," Quinn said, whirling around to look at him, almost relenting when she saw his saddened expression, but she held her ground, "I can't do this again. I can't let myself-" She cut off, brushing away tears that built up in her eyes.

"Let yourself what?" Puck asked standing up and moving towards her. Quinn stepped back, not allowing him to touch her.

"I can't let myself fall for you again," Quinn said. A tear escaped her eye, but she didn't bother brushing it away, she let it cascade down her cheek, "I'm going to Yale. I'm leaving Lima behind. I can't do this all over again."

"Quinn-" Puck began, reaching out to touch her arm. She shook it off stepping away and turning to face the wall to hide her tears, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please Puck. Just go."

He didn't know that it was possible for a guy's heart to break, certainly not the Puckasaraus. He had been with countless girls numerous times. But all it took was Quinn Fabray for him to literally feel his heart break into a million pieces. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, stopping in the doorway to look at her shaking form.

"Goodbye Quinn."

She didn't answer.

I know it's short, but I wanted to set the stage. Reviews would be lovely. If I get ten by tomorrow evening I'll update tomorrow, how's that? Until next time!