"Accidentally in Love" - Ch. 8: Constant Craving

Summary: Quinn wakes up after the accident and thinks it's sophomore year. She's dating Finn and Rachel's dating Puck. After some coaxing, they play along for the sake of Quinn's mental stability. A Puckleberry Fuinn fic.

Rating: M

Author's Note: Two chapters in one day, what? Okay, this one has a tiny Fuinn reference. A good dose of Pezberry friendship. And a lot more hot Puckleberry. but the next chapter, next chapter is all Fuinn. I promise, chapter 9 = 100% Fuinn.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. If I did Finchel would be Season One news, and we'd have beautiful Puckleberry Fuinn...and lots of Pezberry duets! And Tina would get a song, and maybe even a storyline.


Rachel walked down the stairs 45 minutes later in a much happier and relaxed mood. She looked into the now dark living room and figured Quinn must already be in bed. She peaked her head into the guest room to discover she was correct, and headed for the unoccupied side of the bed.

"That's quite an elaborate ritual," Quinn said as Rachel climbed into the bed.

Rachel laughed, "Yeah I had to take care of a few other things too."

"I bet," Quinn said giggling. Rachel laughed to herself, so this is what it's like to have girl friends. She imagined this was probably actually good exposure so she wasn't shocked when she got to college and had her first roommate.

"So, you awake enough for a little girl talk?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, if by girl talk you mean something other than us talking about my sex life," Rachel said, turning on her side to face Quinn who was now laughing.

"No sex talk," Quinn said and then paused for a minute before continuing, "I know I'm crazy memory loss girl, but I kind of feel like somethings off. Are Finn and I okay?"

Rachel sighed, she was getting really sick of making up answers and stories, "Yes, you guys are like the golden high school couple. What would make you ask that?"

Quinn knew they were the golden couple, that's what they'd always been but that's not what she asked. "Something just seems kind of off, and, well. I don't want to sound jealous, but you have this sparkly promise ring on your finger and when I asked Finn what we're doing next year he seemed to be pulling it out of thin air like we had never talked about it before."

"Quinn," Rachel started, "I think Finn, like the rest of us just feels weird. We're trying to figure what we need to fill you in on while taking it easy with you. But Finn is very much in love with you."

Rachel played with the ring on her finger. "And this shiny thing, not what you think. I think Noah did it because he was afraid he was going to lose me or something," Rachel took a deep breath. "My future plans were panning out and his weren't, so I don't know. He proposed, I talked it down to a promise ring. I mean we're 18, I still don't know where I'm going to college, do we really need to get married?"

Before Rachel could process what she just admitted out loud, Quinn was throwing her for another loop.

"I guess I just never thought he could love me again after he found out I was carrying another man's baby," Quinn said.

"You'll forgive your first love for anything," Rachel answered.

"Yeah, I guess," Quinn replied, still somewhat unsure.

"Quinn," Rachel started, "Last spring, the Muckraker got resurrected and there was this story that led many to believe you were cheating on Finn with Sam. Sam's another Glee Cluber, your families go to the same church. And you were actually just helping his family out during a rough patch. Anyway, he and Santana had this thing going on so she was freaking out and Finn was freaking out. I offered to go on a stake-out with Finn because I figured it was safer than Santana and her rage issues."

Quinn laughed.

"Anyway, Finn and I were talking about you in the truck. I told him he had to know deep down you wouldn't cheat on him again. He talked about how much he loves you. And how you're the only girl he's kissed that makes him feel fireworks, that made him feel alive and whole. He never felt that with Santana. Never felt that with me. Never felt that with any girl he's kissed during Spin-The-Bottle. He only gets that feeling when he kisses Quinn Fabray," Rachel said. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. She was starting to think she'd rather be discussing sex with Puck.

"Rachel, I still think it's kind of crazy we became best friends," Quinn said. "But I'm really glad we are."

Rachel smiled, "Me too." Then she turned on her back and pretended to be going to sleep. In reality, she was just trying very hard to not cry. She had just admitted out loud something that had been nagging at her since Finn proposed, she was still thinking about sex with Puck, her brain was also telling her that Finn should still be in love with Quinn, and her guilt over this whole situation just became a thousand times greater with Quinn's declaration of friendship. This whole thing was the worst idea Sue Sylvester ever had.


The next morning Santana thankfully arrived while Quinn was still getting ready.

"Should we set-up in the living room?" Santana asked, putting her bag of goodies down on the sofa.

"Actually, I need a favor, or two," Rachel replied.

"What do you want Berry?" Santana asked, just knowing whatever was about to come out of Rachel's mouth would probably annoy her.

"One, can you do this whole memories thing this morning by yourself? I forgot to cancel my voice lesson and, well, I really need to get out of here," Rachel said. "And then tonight, Finn's coming over and they're going to do take-out and a movie or something. Anyway, I know this is probably the last thing you'd want to do, but I feel like we bonded a little the other day. And, well, will you hang out with me tonight and get my mind off of all of this craziness?"

Santana bit her lip, she was totally going to regret this. "Yeah, sure, fine. But, on one condition."

"Yes?" Rachel asked hesitantly.

Santana smirked, "Tell me which boyfriend gave you that hickey on your neck. Personally, I'm thinking it looks like a Puckerman creation."

Rachel face went to complete shock, before she ran to the closest mirror. "Oh my god! How do I get rid of it?"

Santana laughed, "You've never had a hickey before?"

"No!" Rachel said. "Finn and Jesse were both warned that I have a no marking me policy. My policy is of course in preparation for one day when I'm being stalked by the paparazzi and then a photo of it would end up enlarged on the cover of US Weekly."

"Has anyone ever told you you're totally paranoid?" Santana asked.

"Santana!" Rachel pleaded.

"Fine, go grab a piece of ice and meet me in your bathroom," Santana said.

Upstairs Santana worked her magic with Rachel's love bite while Rachel spilled about what had happened the night before. There was a voice in her head that said telling Santana Lopez these details was not a good idea but she decided to ignore it.

"That sounds totally hot," Santana said when Rachel finished her story, "And I'm not even into guys anymore."

"Yeah, but totally wrong too. It'd kill Finn if he found out," Rachel said.

"Do you ask for a play-by-play of him and Quinn?" Rachel shook her head and Santana continued, "Exactly. So he doesn't need one either. Like I said before, think of this as a very bizarre free pass before a life of misery being married to Finn Hudson."

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Besides, Quinn is right. You haven't had a proper orgasm until you've slept with Puck. And considering the crazy chemistry and mountains of sexual frustration you two have between you, it's bound to be an earth shattering one," Santana said with a smirk. It was about time someone called it like it was. She wasn't the biggest fan of Rachel, but even she could admit that the two had fantastic chemistry

"We bicker all the time, how is that chemistry?" Rachel asked.

"Bickering is how sexual frustration manifests. Don't you watch soap operas?" Sanatana asked as she added the last dab of concealer. "Okay, you're all set and hickey-free! Have fun at your voice lesson!"

"Thank you, for all of this," Rachel said sliding off the counter. "I'll see you tonight!"

Santana nodded. She already had the perfect idea cooking in her head.


Rachel went to her voice lesson, then spent the afternoon shopping. At six o'clock she found herself somewhere she never thought she'd be, Santana's bedroom.

"So, the whole memory thing seemed to kind of actually work today," Santana yelled from the closet.

"Really?" Rachel asked without looking up from the magazine she was thumbing through.

"Yeah, Quinn said most it gave her a sense of familiarity like something she should remember but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Your dad, the one with the glasses, said that's what we were aiming for with the first jolt," Santana said, walking out her closet with a few tops in her hands. "Also I did you a major favor today."

"Really?" Rachel asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, so I was flipping through Cosmopolitan and they have this section for you to rip out and give to your boyfriend. There was an article on lasting longer," Santana said.

"Oh god," Rachel said, wondering what Santana had done now.

"I gave it to Quinn to give to Finn," Santana said, laying her shirts out on her bed and scrutinizing them.

Rachel looked confused, "Um, how is that a favor to me? That seems more like an opening for my fiance to have sex with Quinn."

"No," Santana said, "It's a favor because now Quinn gets to have that awkward conversation with him instead of you. Now when you get him back, it'll be like getting your car back from the mechanic."

"Oh my god," Rachel said, but couldn't help giggling. "I should be mad at you for putting sexual suggestions in her head, but I'm going to just choose to see your evil genius in there."

Santana smiled, "Good. Trust me, you'll thank me one day! Besides, I doubt they'll sleep together. Sex with one cast on is hard enough, two is just dangerous."

"Okay, subject change please," Rachel pleaded. "What are we doing tonight?"

"We are going to get dinner at Breadstix and then we're coming back here and I'm teaching you how to do tequila shots," Santana said.

"Thanks, but..." Rachel said. She had sworn off alcohol after her disastrous brush with it last year that ended with Brittany puking on her.

"No buts, Berry," Santana said. "You told me to get your mind off of everything so we are going to get drunk and we're going to have fun."

"Santana, I'm glad we're finally trying this whole friends thing," Rachel said.

"Me too, only took us three years," Santana said making them both laugh.

Four hours and three margaritas later, Santana and Rachel were sitting on the kitchen counter and Santana was showing Rachel the three steps to a tequila shot.

"Salt, tequila, lime. Ready?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded then the two girls cheersed and slammed their first shot. Santana poured another when they heard a voice from the entry to the kitchen.

"That'd be so much hotter if you were doing it off each other's bodies," Puck said. Rachel turned to see Puck and Brittany standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, tequila makes me horny so I invited both of us playmates," Santana said. Rachel just rolled her eyes. This shouldn't surprise her, Santana always has a trick up her sleeve.

"Fine, you guys can join us on two conditions. One there is no mention of the Quinn situation, and two, you guys need to catch-up on the drinking," Rachel said, though Brittany was already pouring two margaritas from the pitcher.

Everyone moved over to the kitchen table, and Santana got out a deck of cards to teach Rachel a few drinking games.

An hour later Santana was pulling the last card in their game of Circle of Death.

"Seven, good old 'Never Have I Ever'. Three fingers up everyone," Santana said.

"God, I'm going to lose again," Rachel groaned making everyone laugh. They had mostly been teaming up and reversing their dirty deeds to get her out every time a seven got drawn.

"Okay, never have I ever not had a threesome," Santana said. Rachel put down a finger and silently wondered if the three other people sitting at the table had said threesome together. She almost asked, then decided she didn't really want to know.

"Never have I ever done a body shot," Rachel said, and watched everyone else put down a finger.

"We're so fixing that after this game," Santana said.

Puck was next. "Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex," he said followed by Brittany and Santana putting a finger down.

Santana whispered something in Brittany's ear. Rachel had figured out this was for the best because Brittany didn't completely grasp the concept of this game. "Never have I ever not stripped while drunk!" Rachel found herself once again the only one putting her finger down.

It was Santana's turn again. Rachel knew she should've been worried when Santana smiled before speaking. "Never have I ever, not ever orgasmed from sex!" she said.

"Santana!" Rachel yelled.

Puck looked over at Rachel shocked, and Santana shrugged her shoulders.

"Fine, I lose, again!" Rachel said, before knocking back the rest of her drink.

"Brit, lose your shirt so we can show Berry how to do a body shot," Santana commanded. Brittany stripped off her tank and laid down on the table. Santana demonstrated the art form, and then Rachel took her turn. Santana laid down next and both girls did shots off of her.

"Yeah, that's hot," Puck said, watching the girls. Never did he think he'd see Rachel loosen up this much, especially not under the influence of Santana.

"Want a turn?" Santana asked, licking her lips.

"Yeah," Puck said. "But I want a different body."

Brittany, Santana, and Puck all looked at Rachel.

"What?" she exclaimed. "It's not happening! No!"

"Come on Rach. This is your one night to get totally crazy, let us lick tequila off of you!" Santana begged.

"Fine!" Rachel said, "But I'm not taking off my shirt!" She rolled her shirt up to her bra, and laid down on the table.

"We are so going to have to work on this whole prude thing now that we're friends," Santana said before pouring the first shot. Rachel tried really hard not to squirm and show how incredibly ticklish she is.

Once they each took their turn, Puck handed her a dish towel to clean off her stomach. She sat up and swung her legs off the side of the table, and noticed Brittany and Santana starting to make-out against the counter.

"We're going to go up to my room," Santana said. "Puck knows where the guest bedroom is when you're ready to go to bed!"

Rachel nodded and rolled her eyes, before grabbing a drink from behind her.

"So, crazy night," Puck said, sitting down in the chair next to her.

"Yeah, this whole Santana friendship thing is surreal. It's like I'm getting a glimpse of what life would've been like if I hadn't been so Broadway determined freshmen year and had used my dance skills to try out for Cheerios instead," Rachel said making them both laugh.

"Just can't see that," Puck admitted. The two sat in silence sipping their drinks for a few minutes.

"Why'd you sleep with Shelby?" Rachel asked. As soon as the words had escaped her lips she realized she probably should've prefaced that question with a lead-in because Puck looked completely shocked.

"I thought your rule was us forgetting everything tonight," Puck said before reaching across the table to grab the bottle of tequila. If Rachel was going to make him answer that, he needed a little more to drink.

"I know, but, I, I just need to know," Rachel said looking down at her lap.

"Rachel, let's not do this now. We were having fun," Puck said.

Rachel looked at him, "Please Noah, I just need to hear why."

"Fine," he said before taking long swig from the bottle. "She was just the right combination of all my vices: cougars, Quinn, and you."

"Me? I'm a vice of yours?" Rachel asked.

Puck chose not to directly answer that question yet. "I was drawn to her because she's Beth's mom. Quinn didn't want me to be a part of Beth's life but Shelby was okay with it. Really the only thing the two have in common besides Beth is that they're both batshit crazy," Puck said before taking another long swig. "But I fell for her because she reminded me of this girl I've have a major thing for for two years, a girl who I lost any and all chances with. I realized that a few weeks prior when my best friend cornered me in the locker room for condom advice for his plans to sleep with that girl."

Rachel swallowed hard as it all started making sense in her head. It was what she suspected somewhere, deep down. She just needed to hear him say the words.

Puck continued, "But then I slept with Shelby and I realized it was a huge mistake. She wasn't going to let me fully in her life to be Beth's dad, and most of all, she wasn't you."

Rachel downed the rest of her drink. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

Puck looked up at her, so he was looking right in her eyes, "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Rachel turned away a second, and then looked back, "I know."

They sat in silence for a minute, and then Puck reached up and pulled Rachel into his lap. "What do you say we refill our margaritas and get back to this drinking fun business?"

Rachel reached over to grab the pitcher off the counter and refilled both of their cups. She blinked back her tears and lifted her cup up, "Cheers to that!"

Thirty minutes later Puck was carrying a giggling Rachel into the guest room. He dropped her on the bed, but she pulled him down on top of her before he could get away.

"Hello there," he said, giving her lips a quick peck.

"What do you say we pick up where we left off last night?" she whispered in his ear before crashing her lips on his.

"I believe I had you pinned against a wall, not the mattress," he replied in her ear after breaking away from her mouth to trail his lips down her neck.

"Mattress, wall, same difference," Rachel said before letting out a moan. She flipped them over so she was on top, straddling his waist. She reached down to pull off his shirt, before stripping her own off.

Puck looked up in amazement. Rachel had barely let his hand graze her boob when they were dating, now she was shirtless. She leaned down to kiss him, making sure her breast grazed his nipple ring.

Puck flipped them back over, pinning Rachel underneath him. He kissed down her neck, biting at her collar bone before speaking, "I'm not sleeping with you Rachel."

"What?" she cried out.

Puck looked her right in the eyes again, "I'm not sleeping with you until you're mine."

Rachel swallowed hard before protesting, "But last night, you said..."

"That was before you acknowledged that there's more here," Puck said. It was taking everything in him to make this stand. He had a half-naked Rachel Berry underneath him, practically begging for it. But he knew what he wanted.

Rachel was silent in response.

"Tell me I'm wrong, that you feel nothing, and we'll have the meaningless escape sex I offered last night," Puck said.

Rachel shook her head, "Noah, it's not that easy. I love Finn."

Puck let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, "I know, and I'll wait for you to figure all that out. Hell, I've been waiting for two years for you to give me another chance."

Rachel smiled, "So, are we just going to go to sleep then?"

Puck leaned down and kissed her, "Oh no, we can still totally make-out. I'm just not having sex with you."

Rachel laughed then brought his lips back down to hers.

He trailed kisses to her ear where he whispered, "Don't worry, I'll still get you off." Before nibbling on her sweet spot.

"Oh, thank god," Rachel breathed out.