I don't even know what this is. I wanted angst and smut and it just turned into... love making *shudders* But, in case you all were wondering, I feel like the dirtiest person ever right now. I almost skipped out and backed out of the sex scene (which, to be fair, this is a far more censored version of what I could write) but I love ya guys and it's obvious that I lead up to sexy times. So I hope y'all enjoy! OH! And to the reviewer who said they hadn't really read any Quinn/Will fics like this, there are two over on archiveofourown [dot] org that are BRILLIANT! I suggest you (and everyone else) go check them out (Titles: Teach the World To Sing (In Perfect Harmony) and Every Rule I had).

It's hesitant but backed by so much want and Quinn finds herself underneath him, hands locked behind his neck. His knee is pressed against her and she unconsciously pushes down against it, a small groan being caught between them.

Holly chooses this exact moment to wake up. Quinn pulls away with an evident pout, eyes focused on the small white baby monitor. She can feel Will's hot breath against her face and neck, both of them falling utterly silent after the initial cry. It's silent for a minute, no sound coming from the monitor and Quinn's just about ready to look back at Will with a smile when Holly lets out a high pitched cry. "Seriously? She's been sleeping through the night every other night," Quinn whines, rolling out from underneath her teacher and off the bed.

She readjusts her tank top when she stands up (he doesn't even remember pushing it aside) and glances back at him apologetically before walking out of the room. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as he tries to process what just happened. "Am I fucking stupid," he asks himself quietly as he listens to Quinn and the baby through the monitor.

"It's okay Holly, Momma's here," she says softly and he imagines Quinn picking up her baby girl and holding her close to her chest.

She's not hungry and not wet, he can tell by the sound of her cry (he shouldn't know that about a baby that isn't even his). She's woken up for literally no reason other than to be heard and he's taking this as a sign; he shouldn't have kissed Quinn, shouldn't have touched her, shouldn't have even let her in his bed.

The muffled sounds from the monitor go quiet and he assumes that she's turned off the one in Holly's room. He runs his hand tiredly over his head, sighing roughly. He's such an idiot. What the hell was he thinking? He knows she's been going through a lot which means he has to be the one to keep a level head. He can't indulge her daddy issues right now (no matter how much he'd like to). Right now, he doesn't even think he can look at her.

He lies back down on the bed but realizes he isn't going to go back to bed tonight. His mind is running a mile a minute and he can still hear Quinn moving around in the other room.

He shuts his eyes and relaxes his whole body (he tries to anyway).

She stands in the doorway of his room again, watching him try to sleep. She shouldn't do this to him. She should just back off, go back into the room he's so graciously given her and her daughter, and pretend this didn't happen.

But one thing that Quinn Fabray has learned better than anyone is that shit can't just be swept under the rug and forgotten about. It comes up one way or another and she's decided that she needs to start facing all her issues head on. "Will?" His eyes stay closed but she watches his muscles tense up.

"You need to leave," he whispers and she leans into the doorframe. "I shouldn't have done that."

"We have to talk about this," she says, crossing her arms underneath her chest and he shakes his head, rolling on to his side so that he can open his eyes but won't be able to see her. "We can't just pretend that it didn't happen."

"Yes we can."

She rolls her eyes and walks into the room. "That is not how you should handle any situation. We can't just avoid talking about it…You're whole issue with me is that I'm your student and that I'm underage which is funny because right now I'm the one who is sounding like the adult." She stares down at him from the side of the bed and drums her fingers on her arm.

"Quinn," he starts but she stops him before he can continue.

"I'm going to move out."

"What?" He sits up quickly and looks at her face form a small smile.

"You don't want me to move out. Why's that," she asks and he furrows his brow in confusion and repeats himself. She rolls her eyes and sits down on the edge of the bed, not touching him but she's close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him. "Tell me you wanted to kiss me." She doesn't look at him but instead at the closet across the room, hands folded properly in her lap.

"I'm not going to tell you that." He pushes a few fallen strands of blonde hair behind her ear and she shivers.

"Tell me you want me to stay."

He sits up like her now, their legs dangling off the side of the bed. "I want you to stay." She smiles but still doesn't look at him. She slips one hand into his, fingers lacing together flawlessly.

"Why?" He looks down at their hands and his brain tells him to let go of her hand.

"Because I like having you here." He glances back up at her face and notices her smile get a little wider, her thumb running softly over his knuckles.

"Why?" She's looking at him now and he has to look back down at their hands.

"Quinn…" She drops his hand and shakes her head, standing up quickly. He follows her with his eyes and sighs. "Quinn, please."

"Please what?" Her arms are crossed underneath her chest again and he realizes then how messy her hair is and how her tank top has a bit of a wet stain on the breast and how upset she looks.

He can't say it. "Will, all I want is to hear you say it. Because I know you think that I have issues which is the only reason I want you, which by the way isn't true, but I know you want me despite that. Just please let me in." She's pleading with him and suddenly she's back by him, kneeling in front of him, her hands holding his carefully. She searches his face and when they finally lock eyes he takes in a deep breath. "I'm not going to tell you I love you because I probably don't, at least not right now. But I can tell you with all honesty that I think you could be the one thing I love just as much as Holly."

He smiles softly and she looks relieved, sighing lightly. "I want you to stay because I need, want, you here. Because you and Holly have become the best parts of my day and I haven't felt this happy in a long time." Her smile widens and then she's leaning forward and he's kissing her again and his brain is still telling him that this is wrong.

This is the first time since Terri lied to him that he starts thinking with his heart again.

They're back on the bed again, this time Quinn's shirt is on the ground. She kisses him with urgency, soft pale legs on either side of him. His hands trail up and down her back, unhooking the nursing bra she's wearing. He feels her tense for a moment, pulls away from his lips for a second, and he takes the chance to kiss his way down her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone. "You're getting self-conscious on me now," he murmurs into her skin and she blushes slightly.

Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling his head back so that she can look at his face. "I had a baby recently. It is still kinda gross what's going on with my boobs." He rolls his eyes and returns his head to her chest, biting at her nipple before swirling his tongue around the other. She arches into his mouth and before she knows it, she's on her back, his lips continuing their wet path down her stomach.

When he reaches her leggings, his thumbs hook under the elastic band, grabbing her underwear in the process. He pulls them down slowly and Quinn shifts her hips in assistance, arms coming up to lay on her stomach (she's not ashamed of her post body baby but she's not even close to looking like she did during her Cheerio days).

The rest of her clothes find their way on to the open floor next to her shirt and Will is eye level with her again. He's smiling and it makes her smile too, her arms looping around his neck as she leans up to kiss him.

They stay like that for a long time and it's kinda perfect. Just laying there and kissing each other like they have all the time in the world. But then her hips shift almost impatiently against him, feeling him hard against the inside of her thigh.

Soon his boxers are gone, a condom replacing them and he's slipping inside her and it hurts just like it did the first time. But this time it's a good hurt and she relaxes underneath him, pushing into him when he thrusts forward. He's nothing like Puck and she's nothing like Terri and it seems like hours before he finally jerks forward and she shudders underneath him breathlessly.

He collapses on her, sweat slicked bodies forming together comfortably and her nails dig into his back as she tries to steady her breathing. "Oh my gosh," she mutters and he isn't sure if he should smile against her skin.

She lifts his head from the crook of her neck and smiles widely before she kisses him again.

He smiles against her lips and for the first time in a very long time, they're both happy.