Here's chapter 7. I'm not happy with it but I guess I'll never be happy with anything I write.
Anyway, it's a long chapter and I hope you enjoy it.
I don't own Glee and all mistakes are my own.
The Puckerman household was packed. The wedding was today, so there were lots of people working on the last minute arrangements. Quinn watched people coming and going, but was stuck in place. The conversation she had with Kurt earlier, through the phone, replaying on her head:
"So, a guy answered your phone yesterday."
"Yes, that was Noah, the client I told you about."
"You mean the idiot that kept you away from us on your birthday."
"He's not an idiot, he's very nice, actually." Said the blonde, sheepishly.
"Oh no, I know that tone."
"I slept with him." She blurted out.
"Isn't that your job?"
"He just hired me to come to the wedding with him, there would be no sex involved. I slept with him because I wanted to, and now I'm freaking out because it was really good."
"I see... I'm sure you've had great sex before."
"Yes, but I don't do this with clients. I don't have sex with them unless they pay, I don't talk about my parents or my personal life, I don't let them call me by my real name, I don't think they smell really nice and look sexy when they wake up. See where I'm going here?"
"Q, I think your freaking out for nothing."
"For nothing? I actually like this guy, Kurt! If I had a different life, that's the kind of guy I'd like to be with."
"Hun, you don't even know him. I guarantee you he has a lot of flaws too. There's no such a thing as perfect. Besides, you're leaving soon. You like to spend time with the guy? That's ok. Enjoy your time over there, you're coming back to real life soon and you won't have to see this guy ever again. Your crush will go away. You worry too much."
"I hope you're right."
"I'm always right."
Kurt indeed was right. Quinn decided she would do just that, enjoy her time with Puck and then go back home and get over it.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by Ruth:
"Quinn, are you ok? You look deep in thought."
"I'm fine, just spaced out a bit. Do you need help with anything?"
"No, we've got it. We should start getting ready, the wedding is in a few hours."
Quinn smiled and went back to Puck's room, were he was working. The two of them woke up late and went out for brunch. Unfortunately, when they were half through it, Puck's boss called and said they had an emergency and he had work to do. They went back to the house and Quinn decided to give him some privacy, so he could solve everything faster.
She opened the door and was greeted by Puck's toothy grin.
"Are you done?" Asked the blonde, sheepishly.
"Almost. What time is it?"
"4 p.m. We should start to get ready. You need to be there earlier, since you're walking your sister down the aisle, right?"
"Yeah. But you go ahead, I'll be done soon."
As Quinn got inside the bathroom to shower, she couldn't help but smile at how comfortable she was around Puck. It felt like they've been around each other for longer than they really had.
Sarah's wedding reception was full of their friends and family. Everything ran smoothly on the ceremony and people were still getting to the place where the celebration was being held.
All of Puck's childhood friends were there, since they all saw Sarah growing up and even babysat her at some point, becoming close with all the Puckermans.
As soon as they got there, Puck introduced Quinn to all of his friends before a still very emotional Ruth whisked her away to take some pictures. The older woman cried all the time during the ceremony and her cheeks were still tearstained. Quinn followed her and Puck was left alone with Santana, Finn, Mercedes and Sam.
They watched Quinn leave, her smooth, toned leg peeking out of her high slit dark green dress as she walked. Finn cleared his throat.
"I guess I slept with the wrong girlfriend. Should've waited a little longer."
Mercedes tensed for a bit, thinking it would never be ok joke about that, but she relaxed as soon as she heard Puck laughing.
"Yeah, you made your choice. Don't even think about going there with Quinn." If only Finn knew that he could have Quinn if he paid a fee for it... The thought made
his skin crawl. He didn't want to think about any of his friends touching her.
"She seems to be lovely, Puck. I don't know how you managed to find someone apparently normal in such a short notice." Said Mercedes.
"Yeah, and she's hot. How did you managed to convince her to go out with you? Are you paying her to be here?" Asked Santana.
If she only knew...
"Of course not. She's here because I'm hot and she was totally attracted to my guns. And my sex appeal, of course."
Puck was glad everything was working according to plan. Everyone bought that they were a couple and people seemed impressed.
He looked around the room and saw Quinn again, chatting with his mother and uncle. Did she had any clue how fucking beautiful she was? She probably did. Look beautiful and make people attracted to her was part of her job, wasn't it? It were skills that could be learned, right? Or maybe, she was just a people's magnet. His family barely know her and already, are entranced by her.
Puck was pulled back to the conversation by Santana.
"Come on, Puckerman, tell lady lips that he couldn't satisfy a woman even if she was spelling the Kama Sutra out loud to him."
Finn stifled a laugh.
"You're not any better, man boobs. Every time you'd go down on me, there was so much saliva there I thought you were trying to drown my pussy. I've slept with both of you and you're clueless when it comes to a woman's body."
Puck had no idea how the conversation got to this point. But, well, Santana being Santana, plus the reception having an open bar, he couldn't expect anything different. It was good to be home.
Puck finally decided to rescue Quinn from his family. He didn't think she'd have fun if she spent the whole time chatting with them.
They made a bee line to the bar and when Puck offered a drink, she declined.
"I'm not supposed to drink while I'm working." Said the blonde, in a teasing tone.
"You're supposed to drink here. People will get suspicious if you don't. Especially my mom, who'll think you're pregnant. You don't want that to happen."
The girl smiled and accepted the drink Puck gave her. He took her free hand and they walked back to where his friends were. He smiled at their joined hands. It felt so natural, to act like a couple with Quinn. It didn't feel like pretending. In moments like this, he wished he had someone. Don't get him wrong, he loved single life. He was free to do as he pleased, and he was never lonely. But he's been having fun in the past few days. Specially last night, that was really fun. Not only the part when they had sex (but that was still Puck's favorite part). Quinn was a great company, and he was enjoying her presence. Maybe, it wasn't about having a girlfriend, maybe it was about her.
They reached his friends again and they all started talking, Mercedes and Sam telling Quinn how they were all together in Glee club, during high school, and that he used to have a Mohawk. Quinn smiled at him, waiting for the boy to confirm the story. When he nodded, she giggled and told him that he'd have to show her pictures.
Sam and Mercedes kept sharing the Glee club stories with Quinn for a while. Puck watched as the blonde smiled, amused by the things he used to do. He was nodding when appropriate and made small comments here and there, but the truth was that, as much as he loved his friends, he didn't want to share Quinn with them right now. They would leave tomorrow and then he'd probably never see her again, so he wanted to spend some time with her. He decided to ask her to dance.
Quinn smiled and took his hand, as he walked her to the dance floor. A slow song was playing, and she slid her arms around his neck as he held her, around her waist. Her face was close to his neck, and he could feel her breathing.
"You really tried to steal an ATM?"
Puck nodded, with a proud smile on his face. "I like to live dangerously."
"Yeah? What dangerous things you've been doing lately?"
"I've lied to my mother about us dating. That's as dangerous as it gets when you're 30."
The blonde laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I can think of a few more dangerous things than that, but I'll take your word for it."
He closed his eyes and, after a pause, he said: "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
She blushed and thanked him for the compliment. Then she got on her toes and whispered in his ear, her lips grazing his earlobe. "You do too. In fact, the way you look is making me think of a few more dangerous things for someone who's 30 to do."
He slid his hands down her back, letting it rest really close to her backside. He held her closer, squeezing their bodies together in a way he could feel every part of her body. Quinn took the chance to grind into his crotch forcefully.
"Let's get out of here?"
"It's your sister's wedding, it's up to you."
"No one will miss us."
They left without saying goodbye.
Puck drove really fast, they were home in less than 5 minutes. As soon as he opened the door, Quinn walked into the living room, pulling him inside by his tie. She stopped next to the couch, taking of his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, trailing kisses down his neck and chest, her hands sprawling on his abs.
He enjoyed how in control she was right now. If the bulge in his pants wasn't enough proof of it, he kept responding to her actions, caressing her hair and moaning when he felt her tongue against his skin.
Quinn took his shirt off and kept trailing kisses, down his abs until the edge of his pants, her nails scratching his skin until her hands reached the buckle of his belt.
Puck moaned at her actions, encouraging her to keep going. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants, sliding it down his legs. She got to her feet, pecked Puck and pushed him on the couch, getting down again to take of his shoes and pants.
He watched her with a grin on his face. He saw her stand up again and get rid of her own shoes. She leaned into him and started to take off his boxers, Puck lifting his hips so she could get him rid of it.
Quinn sank to her knees, on the floor, and started to stroke his hardness, giving him a few pumps before engulfing him in her mouth. Puck grunted, throwing back his head as she bobbed up and down on his member. With his eyes closed, Puck's hands went to Quinn's hair, holding it away from her face.
She accelerated her pace and Puck moaned louder. As much as he was enjoying this, he wouldn't last much longer if she kept doing it. He helped her up and slid his hands inside her dress, through the high slit, cupping her over her panties.
"You're so wet!"
She smiled, murmuring in his ear: "should we head to the bedroom?"
He shook his head, as he hooked his fingers on the sides of her thong, pulling it down her legs.
"No, we're fine here."
"Noah, someone might come in"
"The thrill just adds to it."
"This is our mother's house! Having sex in her couch is just wrong."
"I used to live here. Is my couch too." He smirked, as he found the zipper of her dress, opening it. "Besides, we're not exactly having sex on the couch."
Quinn looked at him confused, while he took her dress of. As soon as the fabric pooled at her feet, he took her hand and led her towards the arm of the couch, where he bent her over, earning him a yelp, followed by a giggle.
He positioned himself behind her, his hand finding her clit and stroking it, before inserting a finger inside.
"I'm more than ready, just go ahead." Said the blonde from her position.
He thrust into her and both moaned at the sensation. Only a few more thrusts were necessary until Quinn felt the familiar built of heat in her gut. She bit her lower lip as she felt the tingling through her body, squirming and whimpering as she clenched her muscles. Puck kept thrusting her through her orgasm, which led him to his. He came grunting and collapsed on top of her.
He breathed deeply, and could help but smile as he smelt her hair. Quinn giggled, trying to get up from her place on the couch while Puck's weight was keeping her from it.
"Get up! We should go to the bedroom, someone might come in any minute now."
Puck sighed, moving from his position. He started picking up the clothes scattered around the living room, and motioned with his head for Quinn to follow him.
They got to the bedroom and laid down, sleeping right away. They were both exhausted and had a long trip ahead of them on the next day. Neither of them wanted Sunday to come, but their time together was coming to an end.
Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear what your thoughts on this chapter.
