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A/N: Teen Parent Camp…how else would you want to spend Spring Break?

"Nice room," Puck said as he followed Quinn through the door. He glanced around, checked out the décor, it was a really nice room.

"Yeah," Quinn agreed and headed for the sliding doors that opened onto a small balcony. "Great view," she called over her shoulder, and it was, it was a beautiful sea view, she could even hear the waves lapping gently on the sand, it was a wonderfully relaxing sound.

Puck dropped their suitcases on the bed, he noted it was a really huge one – one being the operative word - he'd been quite dubious when the guy on reception had asked them to sign for their key cards and he saw they were in the same room. "There's only one bed," he informed Quinn as he too stepped out onto the balcony, just in case she hadn't noticed that for herself when she'd walked past it. "And I know you told the organisers when we agreed to come here that we aren't together," he said and watched a guilty flush colour Quinn's face. "You did tell them, didn't you?" he asked.

"I might not have mentioned that part," Quinn replied – she still had a little hope in her heart that Puck would give her what she so desperately craved.

From an adjoining balcony, Puck and Quinn heard the whoosh of the door sliding open. "I miss him already," a young woman sighed from that direction. Puck and Quinn glanced at each other, they thought they were the first to arrive and everyone else was due to arrive tomorrow morning, they just hadn't wanted to either set off at the crack of dawn or miss the first day's activities by setting off at a more reasonable time. It appeared that at least one other couple had had that same idea. Not that they were a couple, Puck and Quinn, they weren't, they were friends, though, finally. "I'm going to call, make sure he's alright," the woman added decisively.

"Amy," a guy sighed with a hint of tried patience. "John is fine, he's with your dad and my mom, he's fine and it'll only upset him again if his mommy calls and is in tears," he reminded her, "again."

"I know," the young woman – Amy – groaned, "but I miss him so much," she mumbled.

"Look at it like this," the guy said, he sounded so reasonable and nice, "we never did get a honeymoon, this week could be like a honeymoon for us," he added. Puck and Quinn could hear the need – and the romance – in his tone, they crept inside as the sounds on the other balcony turned amorous, the couple were definitely kissing…at the very least!

"Honeymoon?" Puck hissed as he and Quinn tiptoed inside. "A week of therapy with a group of dysfunctional teen parents is a honeymoon for these people? What is wrong with them?" he asked in disbelief, he wasn't entirely sure if he was amused or if he felt really sorry for the guy. "Fuck me," he muttered and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, please," Quinn whispered as she walked by him.

Puck wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly. Did she just say 'yes please'? "Wait, what?" Puck demanded – he suddenly couldn't swallow, his mouth was dry.

"I said, yes, please," Quinn answered confidently, precisely. She turned to face him, looked him straight in the eyes. "You know I want you, I already told you that back at home, and I get that it would be bad to get pregnant again, but the only experience I have is that one time with you, and I really would like to learn more," she explained. Quinn's eyes fell to Puck's chest, to where her fingers were toying with the buttons on his shirt, shyly, as if unsure of her welcome. Quinn pushed one of the buttons through its hole, she paused for a second and then undid another. Puck didn't say a word – he didn't encourage her, but he didn't stop her either.

When Quinn reached the last button, Puck came to his senses, his thoughts had caught up with him. "Only time?" he asked hoarsely, he hadn't been entirely sure his voice would work – his brain sure wasn't firing on all cylinders! "What about Finn?" he asked, his voice trembled slightly. Quinn shook her head and walked her fingers back up to his chest. "Skater boy?" he asked with a dry gulp, again, Quinn shook her head. "And I know you never let me do it again, even when you lived with me and you couldn't get any more pregnant," he muttered - and it wasn't like he hadn't tried, he had, she'd just shot him down every time! Puck swallowed hard and glanced at the huge bed, it seemed to shrink before his very eyes! No way was he going to be able to sleep in that thing every night for a week, with Quinn at his side and not touch her, not a chance! "You really want to do this?" Puck asked – he had to be sure, really, really sure.

"I really want to do this," Quinn replied. "Show me," she sighed as she stood on tiptoe to press her lips against his, "teach me." Puck had no resistance left, no willpower whatsoever. Puck junior was adamant he wanted to come out to play – as Quinn discovered when she pressed herself against Puck. "Hard for me," she murmured against his lips, and then allowed her hands to drop to the top button of his pants.

"I'm always hard for you," Puck groaned. Without any real thought to the consequences, Puck saw no reason not to admit that, to admit that most of his dreams and fantasies involved Quinn in some way, whether she was in her cheerleader's outfit, one of her 'church going' outfits, her skank gear, didn't matter, he fancied the pants off her either way – despite what he'd claimed a couple of months ago. Puck still had no idea why the phrase 'raw dog a beehive' had popped into his brain!

Quinn stretched again and pressed her lips daintily against his. Puck waited for a second or two, her hand dropped a touch further and brushed against the hardness. Quinn groaned in anticipation, she really couldn't wait to try all the things she'd researched on the internet.


Ricky groaned with pleasure. He watched through narrowed eyes as Amy slowly divested herself of her clothing. He lay back, naked, on the huge bed – it was almost the size of their living room at home! Ricky smiled as Amy dropped her bra to the floor, the memory of a locker room conversation came back to him. "Amy Jurgens, founder member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee," one of the football players mocked – without realising that Ricky was right behind him.

"Yeah, they may be small, but they fed my son," Ricky informed the embarrassed looking guy who'd turned around expecting to laugh with his audience but instead found himself faced with Ricky Underwood. "And it's Underwood, Amy Underwood," he reminded the guy – and the rest of the guys in the locker room. "Do you really want to stand there and brag to me that you stare at my wife's tits?" he asked...

Ricky dragged his mind back to the present. "Amy," he groaned as she crawled, naked, up the bed to drape herself over her ever-ready husband.

"Ricky," Amy sighed, just slightly mockingly as she adjusted her position to allow his rock hard dick to invade her womanhood – just exactly the way she liked it…


Quinn trembled in anticipation, her nervous fingers plucked at Puck's pants till he took pity on her and ripped them apart, the buttons popped through the holes as loud as bullets from a gun! Quinn gulped, she glanced down, commando, as usual, Puck's dick was hard already and appeared to be revelling in the freedom his unfastened pants offered.

Puck stepped closer, his hands moulded Quinn's shoulders as he bent his head to hers. She was an amazing kisser, he'd always thought that, and every time their lips touched, his blood turned to lava in his veins. How had he held back for this long? Why would he even want to? Puck groaned as Quinn's tongue stroked his, he stepped closer to Quinn, urged her to step back…and again…and again till the bed prevented her from retreating anymore and put them in exactly the place that Puck had intended.

Puck stared at Quinn, Quinn stared at Puck, Quinn dropped onto her butt on the bed, and still she didn't blink. Slowly, so very slowly, Puck bent, Quinn leaned back to accommodate him. Within seconds, they were scooting up the bed, Quinn on her butt, Puck on his hands and knees, till they reached the top and he covered her. Quinn's trembling sigh as his weight held her in position made the whole of Puck's body tremble, he couldn't remember the last time he had been this excited…yes he could, it was right before he'd realised he didn't have a condom the last time they were on her bed, making out…just before he told her about sleeping with Shelby! "Shit," Puck sighed and pushed himself up and off of her.

"What's up?" Quinn asked, she leaned up to try to stay connected with Puck.

"I still don't have a condom," Puck admitted. Quinn stared at him, this was a serious attack of déjà vu!

"We don't need them," Quinn groaned, she reached up to join their lips together again.

Puck so desperately wanted that to be true…but he couldn't risk it. "Not being funny, but you said that the last time too," Puck reminded her, "and you were just trying to get pregnant."

"I learned my lesson," Quinn said breathlessly and shifted underneath him, he was still perched across her thighs and she was held captive by the tempting sight of his dick poking out the top of his pants. Puck looked sceptical. "Really, I did," she insisted. "I went to see Dr Wu about the contraceptive implant," she added and nodded her head towards her upper arm.

"Thank God," Puck sighed and fell forwards on top of her. Within moments, Quinn's clothes were history, Puck moaned as each item of clothing revealed yet another delightful piece of her body for him to drool over, to lust after and to love until she cried out…


Amy squeezed her muscles tight, she loved that feeling, that sensation of being full, of being in control, it was just the best.

Ricky paced himself, he rocked up into Amy, his hips thrust high, and then she rocked, hard - just like he knew she would – to make him lose control. It was her favourite thing, to make Ricky lose control, and she was the only one who ever could – no other woman, no other girl, had ever made him lose it like Amy did – not even his first! They cried out together as their bodies clenched against the sensation, as Ricky blasted up into her, filled her with his essence as simultaneously, Amy melted all over him.

Amy fell forwards, she wrapped her arms under his shoulders, her lips were fused with his, the sweat on their bodies was drying fast in the breeze from the open sliding doors.

Ricky's hands slid up and down Amy's back, they pressed on her hips to keep the rocking sensation going, keep the motion alive, the feeling strong. "You know, I could go again if you give me a few minutes," he told her with a slightly cheesy grin.

"I could too," Amy replied with a giggle. Ricky started to roll over, Amy squealed and held on, her legs gripped to him, her arms around his neck. "One more time with feeling," she whispered…


Puck looked – and probably felt - as uncomfortable as the other guys in the group. He looked around and made snap judgements. They all appeared to be of a similar age to himself, they all looked like they were the cockiest badasses around...just like him. "So, why are we all here?" Puck asked.

"I think we're supposed to introduce ourselves," the guy to Puck's left replied.

Puck recognised the voice, it was the guy in the room next to him and Quinn. Automatically Puck glanced at the guy's left hand, sure enough, he wore a gold wedding band - maybe this really was their honeymoon! "Who wants to go first?" Puck asked.

"You're the one with all the questions, why don't you go first?" the guy said in a slightly belligerent tone.

"Fine," Puck sighed. "Noah Puckerman, but everyone calls me Puck," he said as an introduction. "This is about teen parents right?" he asked, the rest of the guys nodded. "Ok, so I knocked up my best friend's girlfriend and then we lied to him about it for months before he finally found out he wasn't the daddy and kicked her out of his house, her parents had already kicked her out so she was living with him," he said, giving a very brief potted history, "so she came to live with me even though we haven't ever been together as a couple," he explained. "When the baby was born we gave her up for adoption and then Quinn went home to her mom," he finished with a sigh, he still regretted that decision – every single day.

"How old were you?" an older voice asked. Puck turned and finally noticed the man he thought must be the counsellor.

"Sixteen," Puck replied, "we were sixteen," he made sure they knew both he and Quinn were old enough.

"Who's next?" the counsellor asked, no one looked like they were going to divulge their information. "Well, my name is Paul and when I was fifteen I had sex for the first time, my girlfriend was fifteen too," he said. "And when we found out that she was pregnant we had no idea what to do," he added and looked around at the young men in the group, every single one of them nodded, they knew exactly where he was coming from. One by one the guys introduced themselves, they went around the circle until the last person, the guy on Puck's left, was the only one left.

"Ricky Underwood," Ricky told them his name, "and it wasn't exactly like that for me," he added. "See, I was a player, I had sex with so many girls it was ridiculous but I always used a condom, like, no harm, no foul, you know?" he said quietly and shrugged. "And then, this one time, at band camp the summer before my sophomore year, I met this girl and she was like no one else on the planet, I didn't really know what hit me, but, we had sex, without a condom, and bam, she was pregnant," he announced with a pained grin. "She was fifteen, I was sixteen," he admitted, but he wasn't the only one to have had sex with an underage girl, there was a few of them who'd admitted that, so he wasn't worried. "Amy didn't tell me at first, and when school started, I'd already moved on, I was with another girl, Amy had met another guy, so we weren't together at all throughout the pregnancy," he explained. "I mean, I tried to be there but she didn't want me to be involved, her family were supportive, they were there for her," he added, he didn't want anyone to think that Amy was a poor unfortunate victim left without support. Ricky paused for a moment to clear his mind.

"So, what happened to the baby?" Paul asked as the pause seemed to be endless.

"John," Ricky stated with pride, "my son, John, he's almost three," he said with a smile. "He's at home right now, and while we're here he's being cared for by Amy's dad and my mom, my birth mom," he explained. "My adoptive mom and Amy's mom will look in on them and supervise if they need any help," he muttered, more to himself than to the group. "The day he was born, it was amazing, it was the thing that opened my eyes to the possibility of family," he said quietly. "The first time I held him, I was filled with such an awesome rush of love, I can't explain," he sighed and shook his head, the memory of that day was imprinted on him.

"First time I held Beth, it was just like that," Puck said, the soft, faraway look in his eyes betrayed his feelings. "I hoped that Quinn would keep her, that she would agree we could keep her, but she wouldn't so we gave her up," he repeated what he'd said earlier. "I was like you," he admitted, "I'd been with so many girls, women, but yeah, Quinn was special, from the first time I saw her when she was trying out for the cheerios, man," Puck sighed, he shook his head, he hadn't thought of that in a long while.

"Obviously, you're still in touch otherwise you wouldn't be here," Ricky stated, he nodded at the other guys, they all nodded too. "Actually, I'm a bit confused," he said."I thought this program was for teen parents, like teen couples who are parents," he stated, "not teens who knocked up a random girl, gave the baby away and then had nothing more to do with each other," he mocked.

"Actually, it goes a little bit deeper than that," Paul revealed and prepared himself to speak – as he always had to. "My introduction should have been qualified by the words 'of my own choice'," he admitted and looked around at the suddenly shy teenage boys who were looking at anyone, anything, anywhere but at him. "The first time I had sex that was of my own choice, I was fifteen," he stated his new opening introduction. "The first time I was involved in any sort of sexual act, I was five," he said quietly and saw the gulps and the light dawning on every head. "Next door neighbour," he explained with a slight lift of one shoulder.

Puck's heart sank, he'd always known he would have to own it one day, but he thought he'd have been in control of when that was, not this guy here! Puck sucked it up, he might as well just get it out there. "Five, uncle," Puck mumbled, he crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive move, he sat back in his chair, slouched, he looked as sullen as he possibly could, the usual way he withdrew from shit he didn't want to get into. "Thank you, Ms freakin' Pilsbury," he muttered under his breath.

"School counsellor?" Ricky asked quietly beside Puck, Puck nodded. "Yeah, feeling a little pissed at my old school counsellor right now, too, she's the one who put us forward for this," he muttered. "Three, and it was my dad," Ricky said to the group without making eye contact with anyone.

"Seven, family friend," another guy stated.

"Six, babysitter," a younger boy across the circle said.

"Eight, grandfather," yet another guy said and on it went, around the circle until every last one of them had revealed their age when the abuse began and the identity of their abuser – not the personal identity, just the role within the family. Puck noted that not one of them had said a stranger had been their abuser, every single one of them knew the person who had hurt them. Puck didn't know if he found that comforting – to know he wasn't alone – or if he found it discomforting, to know that there were so many families that had abusive people in them!


"Do we have to go eat with the group?" Quinn murmured, she looked at Puck through her lashes and bit her lip.

"Not if you don't want to," Puck replied quietly, he felt like taking a long, long shower – possibly for the rest of the week!

"There's something I want to try," Quinn whispered as she stepped closer to Puck.

"Oh, yeah?" Puck asked, there was something in Quinn's voice, a flirty, tempting shyness that sparked Puck's interest. He glanced at her with one eyebrow raised. "And what would that be?"

"Can't I just show you?" Quinn suggested, she swayed side to side, 'little girl lost' style, her shyness was sweet, endearing.

"So, show me," Puck whispered as Quinn leaned into him, he bent his head to touch his lips to hers, Quinn lifted up onto her toes to reach him, she placed a soft kiss on his lips and then sank to her knees. Puck sucked in a deep breath as Quinn taught herself something new. Manfully, he waited until she had learned his shape and taste in minute detail, and then he took over and bought undeniable pleasure to them both…and a little something more to Quinn - or at least, that's what she hoped!


"Do you mind if we give the group dinner a miss tonight?" Ricky asked as soon as he walked into their room. Amy glanced up from the magazine she was reading, she looked concerned, worried. "I mean, I know it's the first one and it's fine if you want to go, but it's been a tiring sort of session," he sighed and dropped down onto the end of the bed. Ricky blew out a breath as he fell back, his arm landed over his eyes – he kept it there, just to be safe.

"If you don't want to go, we'll order a pizza or something," Amy suggested, she put her magazine down and walked towards him. "We could eat it out there, on the balcony," she added flirtily. "Make a night of it," she murmured as she placed one knee beside his hip.

Ricky drew in a calming breath as he felt Amy's other knee next to his other hip, he could feel her heat over his groin and it made him hard, straight away, it made him hard. Amy felt the movement in the front of Ricky's pants, she rocked slightly to encourage more of it. "Amy, I don't know how much control I have right now," Ricky growled, he felt so unsure of himself, he felt exposed, he felt close to how he used to feel when he went out deliberately to pick up a random girl to fuck.

"I don't want you to have any control," Amy claimed huskily, "I want you to lose control. Totally lose control," she challenged - there were times when Amy thought Ricky was too restrained, too considerate of her, and she wished, just for once, that he would lose it.

"Fuck, Amy, I mean it," Ricky hissed, he knew he was seconds away from ripping her panties off and ramming himself into her, he had to have her now, right now, he had to make her body the only one he could think about, he had to cleanse himself with her. He had to have her. Now. "Argh," he grunted as his grasp on his control snapped.

Amy found herself winded, flat on her back, her panties yanked so hard that they ripped, actually ripped. Ricky's hot breath on her face as he thrust inside her both excited her and scared her at the same time. Ricky's eyes were frantic, his body was just as frantic, his movements rapid, uncontrolled.

Amy gripped on tight, she bucked under him, her movements uncoordinated, as frenetic as Ricky's. She wanted to cry out, she wanted to slam upwards and knock him off, she wanted to slide over him and ride him hard, but she didn't know if he was aware enough of her, he was like the Ricky of old, the Ricky he was before John melted his heart. "Ricky," she sighed, when she just couldn't hold it in anymore, when her body shattered into a million pieces…and her heart into a billion more!