Don't Say You're Sorry, Just Apologize - Chapter 6
Rating: R - This chapter contains DrizzleBeth's conception and Puck cusses like he gets paid for it. Trufax.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own glee but I do own all the CDs, the DVD and a WHMS hoodie I got on eBay
A/N: Thank you to Leigh who beta'd this baby LIEK WHOA. I appreciate it! Thank you to 2looney and all my Tweeple who rock my mismatched socks off!
Sorry is what you say to the drunk cheerleader you fucked who ends up pregnant.
They actually won their football game for the first time in, well, for fuckin' ever. Of course there's an insanely big party. Mr. and Mrs. Fabray are out of town so Quinn volunteers to have it at their house. When he walks into her house the first thing he sees is her sitting on Hudson's lap with her legs crossed, her Cheerio's uniform on and her tongue down the tall boy's throat. He's doing a keg stand about thirty seconds later and that's twenty nine seconds too late in his opinion.
He decides about an hour later that he needs something to eat so he goes to the kitchen. She's there with her head in their huge, silver refrigerator with her ass sticking out so he smacks it.
"Puck! What is your damage?" she yells at him. She smacks his arm a few times then goes back to investigating her food options.
He pushes the door open a little more to get the wine coolers he brought her off the top shelf. He winks as he twists the cap off one and hands it to her. She's suddenly sweet to him with her batting eyelashes and a peck to his cheek. He grabs the dip out of the fridge and the chips off the kitchen counter. She drinks the cooler slowly as he shoves the food into his mouth. They both can feel the warm pull deep in their bellies as they watch each other. He offers her some chips but she says she can't eat them because she's feeling fat.
He laughs at her. Loudly. "Please. You're practically anorexic as it is!" He take both his palms and rubs them up and down her sides to emphasize her curves. He leaves his hands resting on her hips for a few seconds to hold her still and play with the hem of her Cheerio top.
She reaches over and pulls on his football jersey but won't look him in the eyes. "You know I'm dating Finn. I won't even let him see my bra." she says quietly. "What makes you think I'll let you get into my panties, Puck?"
"Because you want me to, Quinn. That's why. You want me so badly your panties are starting to fall as we speak." He says it because he knows it's true. He can hear her breathing slowly as she tries to calm herself down.
She traces a finger along his hip then looks to see what his reaction is. When he sees her eyes go wide and he licks his lips she knows he wants her. He really wants her and it scares her. He thinks it scares her because she was raised to believe she should wait until marriage but she wants it just as bad as he does.
He knows she's the president of the Celibacy Club so he's got a challenge ahead of him.
She's definitely a challenge he wants to take on. He considers it a personal goal.
"C'mon Fabray. You gonna be a good hostess and show me around your house? I'd hate to think you weren't being a good girl while your parents were gone," he smirks. He grabs a wine cooler and chugs it as he waits for her smartassed remark.
She rolls her eyes at him. "Like you care about manners, Puckerman."
"Ya gonna show me around or not?" He tries to look badass but it only comes off as a pout. "C'mon Quinn! Show me where the head Cheerio rests her dainty head. I bet you have stuffed animals on your bed and a white lacy comforter."
She folds her arms and scowls at him. He stops being an ass.
He grabs the wine cooler case and they walk upstairs to her room away from all the noise. Finn has passed out on the back lawn after a few shots of her Dad's whiskey an hour earlier so there's no chance of him interrupting. He sees the big picture of Jesus over her bed and flinches.
"That picture is creepy as shit Quinn. Can you flip it over or something?" He shudders as its eyes follow him around the room. "No wonder Christians feel so guilty."
She smacks him on the chest. "Don't say that about Him!" She starts to leave and he touches her arm.
"Please, babe," he whispers. He quickly takes off his jersey and throws it to the floor. She watches him sit on her bed and pat the space next to him. He knows she's not supposed to want it but her eyes say she wants to, badly. Her head wobbles a little as she sits. Soon they're kissing, his hands are in her hair. Then they're laying down but his hand is on her leg now.
He tells her he's done this before with Brittany and Santana. He really wants her to quit shaking because he knows what he's doing. She tells him she's the president of the Celibacy Club and he knows. He also knows that Brittany and Santana are still in the club so obviously the rules aren't terribly strict.
"Trust me." He means it. He knows how clumsy and awkward he felt, not that he'll tell her that shit. He reassures her that she's definitely not fat and hands her another wine cooler. He drinks the last bottle then sets it on her bedside table.
"I'm not gonna do anything you don't want, Q. You just tell me 'no' if you don't wanna do something, okay?"
She nods her head slowly as she watches him take his jeans off.
Off goes her skirt and her Cheerios top.
His tank top hits the floor next to his jeans soon after.
Her teeth chatter loudly as they lay down on her bed. He kisses her neck, her ear and then pushes her bra straps down while he quietly reassures her that everything is okay. She moans when he moves his hand back to her thigh. Her teeth stop chattering when he kisses her deeply. They both come up for air and her eyes are wide.
"You ready? I'm gonna go slow, babe."
She nods her head quietly. She pushes her panties down for him and unclasps her bra.
He pushes his boxer briefs down and flicks them on the floor with his foot.
"You are so beautiful. You know that?" he exhales. He adjusts himself then slowly pushes into her. He pushes himself onto his elbows as he finds a rhythm.
She flinches when he first enters her. She tries to move in tandem with his thrusts but it's awkward.
He focuses on her breasts to get her to feel better about how weird things are. She moans loudly when he starts to suckle her nipple. He sees her wicked smile so he does the same to her other breast. She moans again as his movements speed up.
"Damn, Q. I am so close," he grunts out. He collapses on her after he yells her name.
She kisses his chest a few times before she excuses herself to go use the bathroom. She grabs her pile of clothes and slowly shuts the door.
He gets dressed while she's gone then lays back down on her bed.
When she comes back out her hair is perfect, her Cheerios uniform is on and she has a grin on her face. "You know we can't let Finn find out about us. Ever."
For the next month they have polite conversations at school, wicked makeout sessions at his house while they "study", and even figure out how to have sex in her walk in closet. She corners him at school to tell him that she's late.
"I don't mean late for class you moron! I mean I'm late," she hisses.
"What the fuck does that have to do with me? Shouldn't you be telling your boyfriend?"
She stomps away and they don't talk unless they have to. After Babygate hits they argue in the hall. He tells her he'd provide for her and his baby and she gives him reason after reason he can't.
"What do you want me to do? Damn it! I'm sorry!" he yells into his cellphone. He can hear her crying now, big sobs getting louder and louder. He can't take it anymore so he hangs up on her. He stares at his phone for an hour before he types out a text.
I apologize
He doesn't send it, but he means it.
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