Disclaimer: Not connected with the actual show known as Glee in anyway.
A/N: This is what my dark and depraved mind came up with as an alternative to the scene that was aired. I like my version better.
"Menthol 100's? Really, Skank?" Puck's question came out of the blue.
"This is the girl's bathroom" Quinn replied, pretending indifference that he had followed her in here and carried on fixing her make up. "You're not supposed to be in here"
"I'm always in here, the stalls are cleaner." Puck thought he'd say that rather than letting her think he'd followed her.
"What d'you want?" She sighed, putting down her eyeliner.
"I saw Beth." Puck told her, then sighed, "she's perfect." He searched her face looking for a reaction, he noticed a little flinch. It was a start. "She looks like you." He looked Quinn up and down, a sneer on his face, "well, the old you. You look like a Real Housewife of Reno." he told her dismissively.
"So? We're not parent material. We're never going to be together. I have a boyfriend." She said, her voice breathless, wanting a reaction from Puck.
"Yeah, how's that working out for you?" He asked. "The 40 year old skater boy?" He looked Quinn in the eye. "You must be missing some seriously good fucking Fabray."
"Wh-what d'you mean?" Quinn stammered, wondering how would he know they'd never…..
"Must be hard for him to get it up when he's always so mellowed out," Puck whispered as he leant forward. He stepped into Quinn's body, pressing her back against the counter. He pushed one thigh between hers, forcing her legs apart. Quinn's hands gripped the edge of the counter behind her. Puck's hand slipped up her thigh and under her very, very short skirt, cupping her through her panties.
The door opened, a freshman walked in, they both glared at her, "Get out" they shouted together, the young girl her eyes wide, turned and fled. Puck's fingers found their way inside Quinn's tiny lace panties, her eyes closed, her breath hitched in her throat. He forced two fingers inside her aching body, his thumb pressing on her clit. Quinn couldn't control the tremors that shuddered through her. It didn't take much to send her over the edge.
"Been a really long time for you hasn't it?" he breathed into her ear. Quinn could feel the solid ridge behind his zipper pressing against the hand that still gripped the counter, holding her up. "See, if I was a nicer person I might consider cutting your boyfriend off from his supply of weed, then he might be able to give you the fucking that you're looking for. But I've never claimed to be a nice person. And this," he thrust his fingers further inside her, feeling the moisture from her climax dripping into his palm, "belongs to me. The only guy who is ever going to fuck you Fabray, is me. I don't give a shit how many scumbags and dickshits you try it on with, you're mine. This is mine." He pulled his hand out from under her skirt, putting his fingers to her lips, she opened them with the slightest amount of pressure from him, her tongue lapping the taste of herself from his fingertips. Puck grabbed the back of her head with his free hand and tilted her head slightly, his mouth found hers, his tongue forced its way into her mouth, thrusting in and out, mimicking the action that they both wanted. Quinn's hands moved of their own accord, one going to his waist, the other to the front of his jeans to stroke and rub the hard shape she could feel there.
Puck's mouth left hers, against her lips he whispered, "Unfasten them. Now" demand evident in his tone. Quinn obeyed, staring him in the eye. Her hand went straight inside the open fly of his jeans, she didn't need telling. She freed the length of him, taking a firm hold, the way he'd taught her so long ago. Instinctively she stroked up and down, up and down, the rhythm as old as time. Her eyes never left his. His hand still cupped her head. "On your knees." Puck's voice didn't invite argument. "You know you want this, Skank. Get on your fucking knees." Without saying a word Quinn gave in to the pressure from the hand still tangled in her hair and fell to her knees in front of him. She looked up through her pink fringe as she opened her mouth wide to take as much of him as she could. She remembered the feeling of his cock at the back of her throat, how he liked to fuck her face till she gagged. How he liked to pull out of her mouth just as he was about to come, to watch her face be covered with his juice. And she remembered that she loved it.
Puck drew in a long breath and held it, one hand still at the back of her head, encouraging the rhythm, the other hand holding up his shirt so he could see. He watched as he flexed his hips forwards at the same time as bringing her face in to meet his groin. He watched her eyes start to water, knowing that his cock was touching the back of her throat and that she was starting to gag. He pulled back, pulling his cock free of her mouth. She looked bereft for the briefest moment. "Get up." Puck commanded. "Turn around." Quinn complied, still without a word spoken. She braced her hands on the counter, sure of his next move. Puck thrust his hand back up her skirt and yanked the tiny lace panties so hard that they ripped. He had literally ripped the panties off of her. When he had gone without for a while before, when they were still together, that's how he used to tell her he was desperate for her, "come here so I can rip the panties off you" is what he used to say to her. Puck stroked the curve of her backside, he pushed the short skirt up out of his way and stepped behind her. He guided his cock to her weeping entrance and held it there, teasing her, waiting till she shifted back against him, listening for her whimper. It came. He thrust inside, both hands on her hips, pulling her on to him. Their eyes met in the mirror, she tried to hide the pleasure she was feeling. Impossible. She couldn't stop her eyes from drifting closed, she bit her lip trying to hold in the moan, it still escaped. Puck thrust faster and faster, one hand slipped to the front, his fingers plucked at her clit. Puck thrust harder, feeling the familiar tightening of his balls, "Raw dog Fabray, in or out. Choose now. 5, 4, 3.."
"In" she breathed, knowing the risks then felt his cock pulsing inside her, knowing that he'd come, his sperm racing to find her egg. He held her hips close to his for a few more seconds then pulled out of her.
"Get rid of the Skank gear, ditch the skater boy and tell your mother you won't be home tonight." Puck ordered as he fastened his jeans, he left without looking back.
