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A/N: A little Quickness...

Puck looked at Quinn, puzzlement and confusion crossed his face. He picked up the package that she'd just tossed to him, it was wrapped in packaging from a very famous lingerie store. "What's this?" he asked before he opened it and looked inside.

"I thought it might be better than boxers, trunks or briefs," Quinn said with a shrug as she breezed on through to the kitchen to make a start on dinner. Puck followed her.

"Better how?" Puck asked, he held up the garment warily, as though it was going to bite him.

"The pants you guys have for Regionals are a bit...snug," Quinn replied after a moment's thought. "I just thought that would be better than seeing lines from your underwear," she finished with a grin and turned back to the fridge.

"Boxers," Puck said with a nod. "Boxers I do, no problem and trunks. Briefs, not so much but ok, if I absolutely have to, at a push. Commando, absolutely, anytime, not a problem, but a freakin' sling shot?" he demanded, aghast, disgusted even, that Quinn would really expect him to wear the bright red, sequin encrusted, sliver of fabric. "I ain't putting my thing in a thong," he insisted and stretched the item between his fingers like a sling shot. "And if I put my thing in this thong, I'd be thinging thoprano for the rest of my freakin' life," he muttered, deliberately lisping on the 's' words.

"I think it's sexy," Quinn murmured as she reached up to kiss his neck. "Maybe you could try it on, model it for me, later," she suggested. Puck didn't reply, he pulled a face out of Quinn's line of sight. No freakin' way was he ever putting that thing on his body. No way, not a chance, who did she think he was, Magic freakin' Mike?


"See," Quinn said, admiration shining in her eyes. "I told you it would look sexy," she murmured and reached out to stroke the sequinned pouch that currently held one of her most favourite parts of his body. Admittedly the fabric was stretched almost to its limits, but it looked cool, it made Quinn squirm anyway.

"I don't like this stuck up my ass," Puck grumbled and plucked at the fabric between his buttocks. "It's like giving yourself a freakin' wedgie."

Quinn grinned and shuffled closer to the end of the bed. "Mmm," she moaned as the fabric stretched just a little bit more. "Oh," she uttered in fake surprise as Puck's stiffening dick popped out to meet her curious gaze when she tugged the pouch down an inch or so. "Well," she murmured as she leaned in to stroke her tongue the length of his erection, "it'd be rude not to," she said with a wink as she settled in to enjoy herself and to make Puck lose it, big time.


"Snd pic ov ur panties," Puck muttered the phrase even as he composed the text under cover of the desk. Quinn replied with a picture message of a humungous pair of granny panties that she'd found online. "V funny," Puck replied and added a laughing emoticon. "History boring," he text again, "need boner to stay awake," he added desperately.

"Fine," Quinn text back and sent a picture of some extremely erotic undies that she'd found on the Victoria's Secret page.

"Wish u in em," Puck responded quickly although he mightily appreciated the picture of the model in the crotchless, scanty panties.

"Noah Puckerman," the teacher called from the front of the class. "Can you tell me what page we're on?" she asked, her eyebrows raised high, her lips pursed.

"I'm not exactly sure we are all on the same page," Puck replied with a sigh and settled down for a philosophical argument in the hope that he could distract the teacher. It didn't work.

"Phone, now," Ms Cardew demanded, her hand held out flat for Puck to place his phone on it. Puck sighed heavily and handed it over. Just before he place it on her hand, he swiped the screen to open it, it was a selfie of him and Quinn, almost naked, in a fairly compromising position. Yeah, get a load of that, bet you have to nip off to the ladies and rub one out, you miserable bitch. Puck looked at her with indolent eyes. Ms Cardew almost growled at him, then blushed when she actually noticed the picture. She swallowed hard then drew herself up to her full height. "You may pick this up at the end of the day," she informed him then flounced back to her desk at the front of the class to continue the lesson.

"Seven, four, six, zero," Puck said just before he left the room at the end of the class. He looked back at Ms Cardew. "Security code, so you can unlock it and check out the other pictures, Quinn always looks awesome," he added then left the room in a bit of a hurry. Puck found Quinn at her locker. "Ms Cardew has my phone," he grumbled, "and she knows the security code," he added, "I wonder if she'll look at the pictures?" he pondered to himself.

"Who gave her the password?" Quinn demanded as she slowly turned to face Puck.

"Me," Puck admitted and screwed his eyes shut. "I know, I know," he sighed, "but she really pissed me off, and I wanted to get to her," he pouted and felt like an idiot for giving the code to the teacher.

"There are some really, really edgy pictures on your phone," Quinn muttered with an embarrassed laugh, she looked around to see if anyone was listening. Oh. My. God. He takes naked pictures of me all the time, he takes selfies while he's jerking off just to send them to me, even if I'm in the freakin' bedroom with him, the idiot. God, he's a freakin' idiot, how am I supposed to deal with this?

"She won't look," Puck assured Quinn, "honestly, she won't look," he all but promised. If she looks and she says something I am totally fucked. Well and truly, off the planet, fucked.


"Noah," Ms Cardew said quietly when he went to collect his phone at the end of the school day, "there is material on this phone that could be construed as," she took a breath for a second then carried on, "could be construed as pornographic," she finished in a blushing rush. "I think you should be referred for counselling," she suggested.

"Why?" Puck asked with the hint of a sneer. "Because me and my girlfriend have a healthy sex life? Because we find it easy to express love like that? Not everyone is a repressed, fifty-year-old virgin," he told the teacher dismissively.

"No, Noah," Ms Cardew denied, she ignored his insult, "because sometimes things like this are a cry for help," she said gently. "The help is there, Noah, if you want it." Puck didn't reply, he scoffed and snatched his phone back from the flat of Ms Cardew's hand. "Don't use that in my class in future," the teacher advised as Puck stomped away.


"So you think she really looked?" Quinn asked, her face was buried in Puck's chest, he'd finally told Quinn about his conversation with Ms Cardew, once he'd turned the lights out and they were settling down to sleep. "Like, maybe she only looked at the one that was on the screen already," she suggested nervously. "Oh God, if I have to see her I am going to be so embarrassed," she cried and burrowed further into Puck's chest. "You are, without doubt, the biggest idiot I know," she growled with a scowl on her face.

"I'm sorry," Puck murmured into Quinn's hair, he kissed her head a few times and hugged his arms around her a little tighter.

"Just don't do anything so stupid again, alright?" Quinn said quietly as she leaned her head back to peer at him through the darkness.

"I won't," Puck promised and kissed her again, his lips seeking hers. Puck scooched down a little to kiss Quinn more soundly, romantically, sweetly. "I really am sorry," he whispered against her lips as he climbed over her. "Mmm," he hummed against her and deepened the kiss even more. Quinn gripped him tight around his shoulders and thrust her hips up, Puck thrust his down to meet hers. Grinding his growing erection into her, Puck moaned into Quinn's mouth then moved on to the tender skin of her throat. "Mmmm," he sighed again as he alternately sucked and soothed the sensitive patch below her ear. Quinn shivered involuntarily and shifted beneath him until he was in just the right place.

"Now," Quinn hissed a split second before Puck sank into her, they both groaned with undisguised pleasure. For endless seconds, neither of them moved, they just relished the feeling of fullness, the feeling of enclosure. Quinn was the first one to break, she groaned as she undulated towards Puck, her whole body absorbing the impact as he slammed into her again and again and again.

Puck rolled over taking Quinn with him, she surged upright, her hands planted on his chest to secure her balance as she rode him hard. Puck pushed up too and captured a taut nipple between his teeth. Quinn pulled free sharply, the sensation too great for her to stand. Puck rolled again, forcing Quinn beneath him once more, their heads now well over the edge of the bed.

"If we fall out of bed it will be your fault," Quinn giggled as she grasped onto Puck tightly, even as she felt them slipping.

"Timber," Puck called quietly as gravity won the war. "Oof," he winced as he managed to turn them so that Quinn landed on him and not the other way around. "Falling for me again, babe?" he muttered and tightened his grip on her ass just as the bedroom door opened and his mom turned on the light.

"Oh," Monica cried as she caught sight of her naked son and his girlfriend, wrapped up together on the floor beside the bed, she turned away quickly. "Are you alright? I was just on my way to bed and I heard a bump," she explained.

"Fine," Puck and Quinn replied at the same time, "we slipped," Puck added and pressed Quinn's hips down into his a bit more. He grinned at her red face and flexed his dick inside her. "We're fine," he added and looked back at his mom.

"Well, goodnight then," Monica said as she closed the door behind her.

"Night," they called together just a second before they giggled quietly. Puck rolled again, this time Quinn ended up underneath him on the floor. "Let's hope we don't end up with carpet burn," he whispered into her throat as he rocked on her, the tension immediately building to the same level it had been before.

Quinn fought her way up again, pushed up until Puck rolled again, this time she sat up astride him, rocked her hips back and forth, forced the issue until Puck exploded deep, deep inside her. "Fuck it, let's stay here," Puck murmured and stretched to drag the quilt from the bed, tugged it over them.


They slept surprisingly well even though they were on the floor. Monica went to wake them when it appeared that no one was going to turn the alarm clock off. She rolled her eyes when she opened the bedroom door and saw her son spooned up behind Quinn, their legs intertwined, he had one arm under her head and his other hand between her thighs, the quilt was long gone, pushed to the side. "Time to wake up," she called and shut the door firmly, she hoped it was enough to wake them, she didn't particularly want to go in there again.

Puck jerked slightly as he woke. "Hey," he whispered into Quinn's ear and nudged her back with his chest. "Wake up," he urged.

"Mmmm, what?" Quinn mumbled as she stretched, her body arching away from him, her ass pressing further into him.

"Ahhh," Puck sighed, winced. "Oh, oh," he sucked in a breath, "I can't believe I've been inside you all night," he muttered as he felt his dick grow even more, lodged as it was inside her. Puck's arms wrapped around her stomach, Quinn threw her leg over his hip. It was quick, it was very quick, but extremely satisfying. "Morning," Puck sighed with a smile into the skin below her ear as his release pulsed inside her. "Cool way to start the day," he added as he stood up and stretched, "all apart from my mom coming in and seeing us here on the floor, naked," he muttered and walked into the bathroom. Quinn didn't speak, she just blushed and covered her face.


"A party?" Santana asked, barely hiding the sneer. "Sure, if there's booze involved. Is there booze involved?" she asked and looked around the various faces in the choir room. No way could Santana Lopez even consider attending a lame party at the home of Rachel Berry unless copious amounts of alcohol passed her lips.

"Saturday night, at my house," Rachel all but growled, giving Santana an evil stare. "My dads will be out of town, it will just be us," she stated and felt a heady rush of pleasure rip through her. And fear, she suddenly felt quite fearful too.


"Two wine coolers?" Puck demanded as he picked up the dainty bottle. "Even Quinn needs more than two wine coolers to get her juiced, and she's a freakin' lightweight," he mocked.

"Hey, I can drink more than two wine coolers," Quinn called from the other side of the room, she was chatting with Mercedes and Tina but she'd half overheard Puck's grumble.

"Not without falling over," Puck called back and lifted the bottle in salute. He downed one in seconds. "That is not going to last and no one is going to get buzzed," he informed Rachel. "How about you turn the other way while someone with superior skills opens your dads' liquor cabinet?" he suggested.

Rachel looked worried and glanced at Finn for reassurance. She chewed her lip and considered everything that could possibly go wrong. "Fine, but don't damage anything," she agreed and stormed away, angry with herself for thinking too small. Puck was right, if Rachel wanted this party to be epic, the booze had to flow and two wine coolers each wasn't even a trickle.


"I love you, hic," Quinn muttered drunkenly to Puck as they slow danced in the middle of the basement room where Rachel's party was hitting new lows. Quinn hiccupped some more, her eyes drifted almost closed. "I want to have great sex with you right now," she whispered extremely loudly.

Finn glanced at Puck and grinned when Puck sent a satisfied look his way. "We always have great sex, babe, but right now, we're at Rachel's party," he reminded her. "We'll get to the sex part when we get home," he reassured her.

"Fine," Quinn pouted and hiccupped again. "I'm tired," she sighed and wobbled her way to the couch to sit down for a while. Puck followed Quinn and sat beside her, he stroked her leg as she drifted off to sleep.

"How the hell can she sleep through all this noise?" Finn asked Puck. Puck shrugged and smiled indulgently at Quinn, actually, he knew that she was quite a deep sleeper, she could sleep through world war three. He looked over at her again when she snored, he didn't know how, but she sure looked cute with her face all scrunched up in the cushions and drool coming out at the corner of her mouth, he wondered if he dare take a picture of her.


"Hey," Quinn murmured as she stretched and opened her eyes.

"Hey," Puck replied and offered his hand for Quinn to pull herself up closer to him. "Feel a bit better?" he asked close to her lips.

"Mmm," Quinn agreed, she did feel better, still a bit fuzzy, but not like she was on a carousel. "Kiss me," she breathed. Puck smiled and obliged, his tongue breached her lips in an instant. Quinn groaned and shifted slightly to allow her panties to rub a little. "I am so horny," she whispered.

"Climb aboard," Puck instructed, his voice was very low, husky, sexy.

"Mmm," Quinn sighed as she encountered the hardness in Puck's pants, it fit perfectly into the v of her thighs. "Do you think Rachel would notice if we were to sneak upstairs to find a bedroom?" she asked.

"Yep, she's put alarms on the doors apparently," Puck replied and shifted again so that he rocked his hips up into Quinn, she groaned and bit her lip. "But I think everyone is wasted enough that they wouldn't notice," he said in a tight, needful voice. Quinn glanced around over her shoulders, saw that Sam and Mercedes were lip-locked, their hands were wandering around, over the clothes admittedly, but the were still openly touching each other up. She saw that Mike and Tina were sat on a bean bag, Tina was across Mike's lap and again, their lips were locked together and there was some 'under the clothes' feelskis going on. Rachel and Finn were smooching away in a darkened corner, Blaine and Kurt were too, both of them swaying to the music, oblivious to anyone around them. Artie and Sugar were snuggled up in Artie's wheelchair, they hadn't got a clue what was happening around them and Santana and Brittany were so far into each other that the whole basement could have collapsed and they probably wouldn't have noticed.

"Shall I tell you what I dreamed about on the way home from Detroit?" Quinn murmured and slyly reached between them to free Puck's erection from the confines of his pants. "Hm, commando," she muttered with a half grin and a little snort of laughter, "I thought you might have braved the thong," she whispered into his ear as she shifted slightly in order to twitch her own thong aside, leaving the way clear for Puck to enter her without a barrier.

Puck looked down between them, he took hold of his dick, sent a covert glance around the room to make sure that everyone else was still otherwise occupied then pushed into her slowly, he was so glad that her love of dresses afforded them the cover that they needed. Both of them held their breath until he was fully seated inside her, they paused a second, again to make sure that no one noticed them. They hadn't. "Tell me your dream," Puck said, his voice a touch quivery, as she rocked very, very gently on him. His hands slipped to her hips to control how hard and fast she could rock, he didn't want her to give it all she had otherwise everyone and their granny would have known what they were doing, in an instant.

"I dreamed that I stripped naked on the bus," Quinn said quietly, "that I gave you a blow job," she added and bit her lip as her stomach clenched when Puck flexed his dick deep, deep inside her. "Oh-h," she hissed and blew out to control her breathing. Quinn took a moment to compose herself. "I dreamed that you ate my pussy and then you fucked me hard, with everyone watching," she groaned into his ear, her fingers clenched tightly at the back of his head. "I dreamed that everyone around us was doing something sexual too, except for Kurt," she said and winced as Puck's fingers tightened even more on her hips, he pressed her down even harder, pushed even deeper inside her. "Oh, God," she moaned and felt the spasms begin.

"What did Kurt do?" Puck asked, even though he had very little interest, he just wanted her to keep on talking about her dream, he wondered if some of it was more like a fantasy.

"Kurt waited till you pulled out of me, waited till you'd come all over me then licked your sperm off of me," Quinn told him as they both shattered and tried to be quiet about it. "Jesus," she cried almost silently as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

"Fuck," Puck winced, his face screwed up, he looked almost as if he was in agony, "fuck," he repeated as his body began to relax. He had blasted his semen so far up inside Quinn, he thought she might be able to taste it. Puck glanced again over Quinn's shoulder, once his vision had cleared. He looked slightly distrustfully at Sam who was giving him a questioning stare, the one like Quinn did with the eyebrow up. He also saw Santana, looking smug and sexy, even though she had lost her taste for guys, she still drew the attention of them. Puck didn't make any acknowledgement of Santana's sly wink and smirk, he knew better, he'd faced the wrath of Quinn before.


"So," Sam murmured on Monday morning in the locker room as he dropped his bag beside Puck. "You and Quinn. Fucking in the basement, with everyone else there too," he muttered and gave Puck a teasing grin. "You dirty..." he started to say before he was cut off.

"Hey, how do you know that we did?" Puck argued. "Maybe we just cuddled real close," he suggested.

"And maybe Quinn admitted it to Mercedes," Sam countered and danced away when Puck flicked his towel at him. "I don't know how you had the balls to do that with everyone around you," he said, almost in awe. "I don't know how you persuaded Quinn to do it," he added with feeling.

"Maybe it was Quinn's idea," Puck suggested and turned to his locker to hide his self-satisfied smile.


"You really are becoming 'Puck-ified' aren't you?" Santana murmured to Quinn as they both fixed their make up in the girls' bathroom nearest to the choir room on Monday morning. "You're like the Martini girl," she smirked. "Any time, any place," she said with a roll of her eyes when Quinn looked blank.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Santana," Quinn replied with a huge sigh as she mussed her hair and then smoothed it with her hands. Quinn turned away to leave the bathroom.

"I may openly be a lesbian now," Santana said, staring at Quinn's stilled reflection, "but I still know what Puckerman's face looks like when he's fucking someone," she announced loud enough for other girls to hear.

Quinn spun on her heel, very slowly, she faced Santana and gave her a heavy-lidded stare, a Puckerman stare almost. "So you think you know what Puck's face looks like when he has sex?" she asked silkily and sauntered back to stand right in front of Santana, her heels gave her a nice height advantage over the cheerleader. "See, he used to fuck you, Santana, because that's all you were worth, but that's something he's never done with me," she explained and stepped a touch closer, their chests almost touching. "He never fucks me because we have something far greater between us," she whispered, a pretty smile on her face.

"Don't tell me," Santana mocked, "love?" she said and pretended to gag.

"Mmm," Quinn nodded. "Yes, love," she agreed, "see, when two people go through what we've been through, you're bonded for life," she explained, "that plus the fact that he can't go more than half a day without touching me in some way, loving me till we both can't take any more," she said, her voice low and husky, "and don't forget that you had your fingers in Brit at the same time," she whispered next to Santana's ear, "and I know you got her off while you were watching us and don't tell me you didn't," she hissed. "And I bet you've had more dreams about that since Saturday night than you have about anything else and it is still never going to happen," she insisted, her voice much harsher now. "We both know you've never completely accepted that I knocked you back after we did that in New York," she reminded the fuming Latina, "but seriously, I tried it once and I didn't like it, I prefer sausage to taco, girls are not my thing," she reminded her. "And if you ever tell anyone about that," she said, "I will deny it to my dying day." Quinn swept out of the bathroom without another glance in Santana's direction, she felt rather proud of herself for standing up to the most vicious tongued person that she'd ever known.


"Hey," Puck sighed unhappily when Quinn took the seat next to him in the choir room. "You're looking pretty chipper," he grumbled.

"I just came from a showdown with Santana," Quinn admitted and gave Puck a happy smile. "She knows about Saturday night by the way," she whispered behind her hand as Mr Schue started to talk.

"So does Sam," Puck whispered back, "because you told Mercedes," he added when Quinn frowned at Puck, like she blamed him for the secret getting out.

"Sorry," Quinn replied and pulled a really over the top apologetic face, "but she asked me about it and I blushed, she said that Sam got really turned on, watching us," she muttered then stopped as Mr Schue frowned at them for talking through his lesson. "We'll talk about this later," she mouthed at him, Puck nodded.


"Can we talk now?" Puck asked as he leaned back against the bedroom door.

"Yes," Quinn replied with a grin, she was sat cross-legged on the bed doing her homework. She put her pen down and closed her book. "Talk away," she offered and looked at Puck as though he was about to impart something mind boggling.

"I loved having sex with you in a roomful of other people," Puck admitted. "But I know we're taking risks, getting too daring," he sighed. "I still like other people knowing what we're doing," he said and rolled his eyes at himself, at his understatement, "but I think we have to cool it," he decided with an even bigger sigh.

"I agree," Quinn responded immediately. "And there's something that I have to confess to, too," she said and chewed her lip until she got up the nerve to actually say the words out loud. "Ok," she said and took a deep breath, "you know the night we did it in the elevator in New York?" she asked, Puck nodded, getting ever so slightly worried about what she was going to say. "Well, when I got back to the girls' room, Santana and I were alone and one thing led to another and we..." she stopped abruptly, she struggled to find the words.

"You and Santana?" Puck asked, as close to dumbstruck as he'd ever been. Quinn nodded unhappily. "You? And Santana?" he repeated. Quinn nodded again. "Oh. My. God," he breathed and gulped hard. "You and Santana, seriously?" he demanded joyfully. Quinn gulped and nodded yet again. "What I wouldn't give to have been a fly on the wall that night," he sighed. "That has been my fantasy since the first day I ever met you," he told Quinn with a faraway look in his eyes. "The first girl I ever had and the last girl I will ever have, together," he sighed. "I don't suppose you'd do it again for me, would you?" he asked then dodged as Quinn attacked him with a pillow. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Puck shouted, laughing as he disarmed Quinn and beat her with the offending soft furnishing. "But seriously, you and Santana? That must have been fucking awesome," he sighed. "There's no wonder she's been like a bitch with a bee stung ass for months," he grinned, Quinn gave him a quizzical look, Puck sighed and shook his head. "She has lusted after you since orientation in freshman year, she might have thought that she was hiding her true feelings but she couldn't fool me, I know jealousy when I see it," he told Quinn rather proudly. "Plus, almost every thing she ever said was about you, it always has been, she's so in love with you," he sang that, it was almost the line from The Power of Love.

"Purge the soul," Quinn mumbled, adding the next line. "So you're not mad at me?" she asked nervously.

"Why would I be mad at you?" Puck asked, confused.

"Because I cheated on you," Quinn admitted and plucked at her yoga pants, she didn't want to look at Puck.

"Technically we weren't together then so did you actually cheat?" Puck asked, trying to play devil's advocate.

"Come on," Quinn said with a sad smile, "we can try to fool ourselves as much as we want, but we both know that we've been together since the first time we kissed," she insisted.

"Yeah," Puck agreed with a snort of laughter, "that was some first kiss," he muttered and leaned close to Quinn as though to replay it. "Did you ever wonder who suggested spin the bottle?" he asked, remembering the game that they'd played in Santana's darkened den one Saturday night, way back in freshman year. Quinn shook her head, her breath caught in her throat at the look in Puck's eyes. "Me," he admitted and swooped in to claim another kiss from her luscious, plump lips.


"You have no idea how much I had practiced spinning an empty beer bottle to get just the right amount of force for it to stop where I wanted," Puck admitted lazily an hour or so later, once they had their breath back. Quinn moved in his embrace slightly. "I must have spun about a million times to work out the right amount of force," he said, thinking back with fond memories. "And then you kept changing freakin' places," he grumbled and looked down at her. "There I was, showing off all my mad skills, trying like hell to get to kiss you and you kept jumping up to snuggle with freakin' Finn," he accused. "I was getting really pissed off, I kept getting Santana and Brittany and every other fucking cheerleader. Except the one I really wanted," he said.

"Till I sat back in the circle," Quinn muttered with a smile as she remembered the night. She pressed her body closer to his side. "Tell me what happened next, how you remember it," she begged huskily.

"Well, it was all girls in the circle if you remember, just a handful of us guys on the outside, we were the ones spinning the bottle and we got to kiss the girl that the bottle pointed to," Puck said and cuddle Quinn closer. "If it was the first time the bottle landed, it was a kiss on the lips, second time was with tongues, third time was with some boob action, fourth time was a trip to the closet and seven minutes in heaven," he added, he remembered the rules well, he'd made them up. "It took forever to get four stops on you," he grumbled, "but the trip to the closet was so worth it," he growled against her throat and rolled over on top of her. "Do you think that Finn ever suspected anything?" he asked suddenly.

"No," Quinn refuted the question with a frown. No, Finn had never suspected the attraction that had sprung up between his best friend and his girlfriend during that heavenly time in the closet. Or at least she hoped he hadn't.

"I think I fell in love with you in Santana's closet," Puck murmured and sucked at the skin below her ear, the part that always made her shiver.

Quinn leaned back and looked at Puck with wonderment in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, disbelief evident in her voice and her face.

"Really," Puck laughed and nodded.

"I fell in love with you in that closet too," Quinn admitted.

"I know that you did," Puck replied.

"Hey," Quinn cried and slapped at Puck's bare chest, "how can you be so sure?" she demanded.

"Because you let me touch you," Puck answered and dropped a sweet little kiss on her nose, "you let me do things that you never, ever let Finn do," he reminded her when she blushed and looked down to avoid his eyes. "Because I heard, for almost a full year of the two of you dating, what Finn would love to do if he ever got the chance," he told her, "and I know it because every time we went to the same party, you insisted on playing Puck rules spin the bottle," he explained, "and you always made sure that I played too," he added with another deeper kiss.

"Busted," Quinn murmured against Puck lips.

"Do you think we should admit it all to Finn?" Puck asked. "You know, let him know that it wasn't anything he was doing wrong that drove you to me," he explained, "because he does still worry about that," he informed Quinn. "That and the fact that Rachel still won't let him get any," he muttered the last part out of pity and a promise to keep that information quiet.

"Maybe we should have another party," Quinn suggested and looked at Puck with a determined frown.

"Why?" Puck asked, more than a little worried at Quinn's determination.

"Teach Finn how to play Puck rules spin the bottle," Quinn suggested, "and leave the rest to me."