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A/N: Teenagers...alcohol...curiosity...hormones, it can't ever be good, can it?

"Party?" Santana demanded as she sauntered into the choir room. "I heard the word party, did I not?"

"You did," Quinn agreed. "Party at Dudley Road on Saturday night," she confirmed.

"Can I bring someone?" Santana asked, curious as to how 'party' this party was going to get. "It better be better than Berry's party," she grumbled nastily as Rachel walked past.

"I thought you'd be with Brit," Quinn said, with a curious frown on her face, Santana winked and smirked.

"Oh it will be," Puck promised from behind Quinn, at the very same second that she spoke. Puck glanced at Quinn and only just stopped himself from winking at her. They had plans for the party, big plans, beer plans, beer bottle plans. Plans.


"Can't get you out of my head," Quinn enthusiastically sang along with Kylie as she set up the den for the party, late on Saturday afternoon. "Boy, your love is all I think about, I just can't get you, oh," she stopped singing, caught by surprise as Puck grabbed her and spun her round. "Hey," she murmured against his lips, "are the tubs filled with ice?" she asked.

"Mhm," Puck answered with a nod and slipped his hands into her pants, "and beer. I hope you're going to get out of these and into something more accessible before everyone arrives," he said, hope glinting in his eyes.

"Mmmm," Quinn agreed with a smile on her face. "Of course," she replied. "I have a gorgeous, red, lace, dress," she said, between little nipping kisses to Puck's cheeks and chin. "One that requires very little lingerie," she whispered. Puck groaned and brushed his hardening flesh against her. Quinn giggled and pushed back, she felt her blood heat and rush through her veins.

"Shower before everyone arrives?" Puck suggested and squeezed her ass again. Quinn led the way to her bedroom...


"Come in," Puck said in welcome as Artie, Sugar, Tina, Mike and Mercedes all arrived together. "Sam not with you?" he asked, a little surprised to see Mercedes alone, Sam seemed to be stuck to her like glue these days.

"Baby sitting his little brother and sister," Mercedes replied, she tried to stop herself looking pissed off, she was still with great company, all of her friends, but she knew she'd miss Sam. "He's going to try to get over later, if his mom gets home from work at a decent time," she added and pouted again for Quinn's benefit.

"I'm sure he'll come if he gets the chance," Quinn assured Mercedes then nudged Puck as he attempted to stifle a giggle.

Damn right he'll come if he gets the fucking chance, and if he's lucky, he'll get to come more than once. Perv. No I'm not. Ok, maybe I am, but Quinn is too, so I don't give a shit. Ok, Puckerman, stop talking to yourself and get some beers flowing. Fuck, I can see Quinn's nipples through her dress, it must be the light in here, I didn't notice it upstairs. Cool. I wonder if oh yeah, Mike's noticed, and Finn. Keep your eyes in boys, and yes, they do taste as good as they look.

"Hey," Finn murmured to Puck as he handed him a beer. "I see Patches helped you with your shopping," he said with a nod towards the copious amounts of beer and spirits that were available.

"He likes to assist the age afflicted with their...spiritual...needs," Puck replied with a grin and a wink. "Plus it got him a six-pack and a bottle of Jack," he added before clinking his bottle with Finn's. "Cheers," they muttered together and drank the bottles down.


"Dude," Artie sighed happily, a contented look on his face, "I can see Quinn's nipples through the lace on her dress," he whispered to Puck, but loudly, so loudly. "Do you think she knows?" he asked and grinned as he sought them out again.

"Even if she didn't, she does now," Puck replied to Artie as he stood up to join Quinn beside the bar in the den. The second he reached her he nudged one of her nipples with the bottom of his beer bottle, the coldness of the glass made it pout even more. "Nips are on show," he muttered to her with a hidden wink, then drained his bottle. "Santana is almost salivating," he whispered against her ear before his lips trailed across her cheek to her lips. "D'you think people are drunk enough to play?" he asked, and risked a glance behind him to the rest of the group. They all seemed fairly loose, even Sam who had arrived much, much later than anyone else.

"Spin the bottle?" Quinn murmured with a grin and excited eyes.

"Puck's rules," Puck reminded her. They both nodded in agreement. "Spin the bottle," Puck called as he turned to face to room, his now empty beer bottle raised high in the air.

Once everyone was sat on the floor, girls in the inner circle - excluding Santana but including Kurt - boys in the outer circle - including Santana, excluding Kurt. "Ok, the rules," Puck called and tried hard not to make eye contact with Quinn, he could barely keep his face straight. "First time the bottle lands on you, it's a kiss on the lips, second time it's a kiss with tongues, third time it's some boob action, fourth time it's the heavenly closet for seven minutes in heaven," he explained.

"What? So I might get Quinn first and kiss her, then Mercedes and get tongues too?" Artie asked.

"Nope, like, if you land on Quinn once it's just a kiss, you land on her again it's tongues, third time, etc, etc, ok?" Puck explained, questioning if they all got it.

"So, potentially, we could have seven first kisses?" Sam asked, his interest was both spiked and at the same time, shot back down as he realised that he might actually have to kiss a guy.

"Potentially," Puck replied. "Ok, I am going first, just to see if I get lucky," he announced and leaned in between Brittany and Tina to spin the bottle that was in the centre of the circle.

"Ohhhh," chorused around the circle as the neck of the bottle stopped at a point around about Quinn's knee. "Cheat, cheater," called quite a few voices. Puck snickered with laughter and crawled around to stop behind Quinn, he leaned over her shoulder and pulled her back towards him then joined their lips, slowly, gently, sweetly. "No tongues," Santana called just before Puck forgot his own rules.

"I'm next," Finn called and leaned in to spin the bottle. "Crap," he sighed when the neck pointed past Rachel, more in line with Brittany. "No tongues," he reminded Brit with a grin as they smacked a light kiss on each other.

Puck watched as Santana lined up her spin, it didn't surprise him when the neck just about pointed at Quinn. "No tongues," he whispered as she passed him to crawl around to Quinn. He watched with even deeper interest as Quinn happily complied with the smoochy style of lip-lock that Santana planted on her. Brittany looked just slightly put out, but not too much.

"Sam," Artie called, "show us how to do it," he cried and cheered Sam on. "Quinn, you really are a popular girl," he added as once again, the bottle pointed mostly at Quinn. "Just remember, Puck's bark is just as severe as his bite," he reminded Sam just before Sam's lips touched Quinn's. Sam glanced at Mercedes and saw that she was determinedly smiling and enjoying the party.

"Ah, crap," Mike sighed almost silently among the hoots and hollers as he reached Kurt. "Dude, if you stick your tongue in my mouth, I'll bite the fucker off," he whispered under cover of the continued shouts and applause.

"I'm not really into Asian Fusion," Kurt muttered back and put as little effort into the uncomfortable kiss as Mike did. Both shuddered slightly once it was over.

"Mercedes," Blaine cried happily and reached for her to kiss her, they both giggled through it, Mercedes felt slightly mollified that she hadn't been bypassed altogether, though Tina, Sugar and Rachel looked pissed.

"My go," Artie cried and shuffled over. He looked fairly overjoyed when the bottle stopped at Tina. "Baby, come to me," he demanded with a big grin and really, it was quicker for her to do so. Both Artie and Tina giggled as they remembered kisses from the past, but neither were surprised when it felt like they were kissing their cousin, they were still very good friends. "And Puck," Artie announced.

Puck grinned as the bottle slowed down, he glanced at Quinn and winked from across the circle. When it stopped, pointing in her direction, naturally, Puck was nothing if not thorough, he gave a slight backwards nod of his head, they both took a crawling step towards each other and met in the centre of the circle. "That's twice," he muttered, just loud enough for a couple of the girls to hear, then kissed her again. This time the kiss was harder, much more intense, Puck sat back on his heels, Quinn crawled up into his lap, her legs went around him, her arms went around him, they didn't come up for air, actually, they had no intention of coming up for air, not yet.

"Hey, hey, hey," Santana cried, "I thought third time was boob action," she called and interrupted them enough to end the increasingly passionate kiss. "Finn," she called and handed him the bottle once Puck and Quinn had moved out of the way. "Stiffy?" she muttered to Puck as he sat back down in the outer circle.

"Just warming up for round four," Puck murmured back. Fuck it, I can't really deny it, Puck jr is up there for all to see, not at full sail, but certainly on the 'can you feel me now?' scale. And this is why you're a freakin' pervert. All of your friends are here, and you get the horn, you kiss your girl and you get the fucking horn. What is wrong with you? Jesus will you look at that? Fuck me and I thought Quinn's nipples were stuck out like freaking fire hose nozzles, Jeez, Santana, baby, I forgot how awesome your nipples are. Fuck, I bet you could cut glass with those. Fuck. Crap, Tina's got huge nips too, fuck, I never noticed before. Oh God, she just saw me looking. Shit, Quinn saw me looking too, fuck, Mercedes? What the fuck? How come all the girls have fucking awesome nipples all of a sudden? Ah, crap, who's fucking idea was this? Shit. Seriously? You're going to do this to me? Right now? Fuck, shit, I'm going to sit behind Quinn and blame this on her. Puck crawled round to the back of Quinn and bracketed her with his thighs, he pulled her back against him. "Feel what you do to me," he muttered against her ear as he pressed his erection into her.

"I saw you checking everyone's boobs out," Quinn mumbled her reply into her hand under the guise of stretching to kiss him. "But as long as the only thing you do is look, I can live with that," she added before she gave him a tiny little peck on the cheek. "No, that one doesn't count," she cried and held her hand up to stop Santana's immediate complaint.

Rachel got her first kiss from Finn and also one from Sam that she found surprisingly pleasant. Sugar and Santana lasted longer in their kiss than Puck had thought they would, but the most amusing was Mike's turn when the bottle landed on Kurt once again. "Tongues," Puck, Sam and Finn cried with undisguised laughter. "Be gentle with him," Puck advised Kurt then burst out laughing again. Mike looked pained but took it like a man. It was over very, very quickly.

"Round three," Puck called as he spun the bottle again. He'd quietly told Quinn that this time he was going to deliberately aim away from her to avoid suspicion.

"If this lands at Quinn again," Santana pointed out, "then we'll know you're cheating, oh, Tina, you're about to get 'Pucked'," she grinned with a touch of maliciousness in her eyes.

"No tongues," Quinn whispered as Puck crawled away from her. She was glad that his erection had abated slightly.

"Are you doing it deliberately?" Kurt yelled at Mike when his spin pointed at Kurt once again. Puck, Sam and Finn literally fell about on the floor. "Are you trying to tell us something?" he demanded.

"For fuck's sake, I'm aiming for Tina," Mike yelled back angrily.

"Aim fucking better," Kurt all but screamed. Even Blaine was struck with the giggles, no one was immune, with the exception of Mike and Kurt. Neither of them saw the funny side, they were both getting more and more pissed, Kurt more than anyone. And he hadn't even had a chance to kiss Blaine yet. "There's no boobs to have any action with," he screamed when Mike's hand dropped to his chest. "I swear to God, if I have to go into a closet with you, you'll come out a changed man," he hissed threateningly. Kurt turned and scowled at Blaine who made his very best attempt at holding his laughter in. He failed, of course, it was impossible to stop laughing when everyone else was in stitches.

"Give me those boobs," Puck said with a half-smirk as his fourth spin landed on Quinn for the third time. "Ahhh," he sighed as he curled his tongue around her barely covered nipple. "Mmmm," he groaned as he suckled and pulled her closer. Quinn sighed and draped back over the arm that was wrapped around her, the intensity of Puck's tongue through the lace of her dress was so much that she almost fainted, she felt herself go light-headed. From a distance Quinn could hear Santana and Finn shouting that Puck was cheating, that wasn't the boob action that they'd been expecting. They'd thought he'd kiss her and feel her boobs at the same time. "But I didn't say that, did I?" Puck reminded them all after he'd released the plump nipple. "What I said was, the first time the bottle lands on you, it's a kiss on the lips, second time it's a kiss with tongues, third time it's some boob action, I never said it was a kiss with some boob action," he clarified with a wink. "And I love me some boob action," he growled into Quinn's neck. She giggled and reached back to spike her fingers through his hair, the action made her already hard, visible nipples poke out even more. Puck cupped both of her breasts, his thumb and fore finger nipped each nipple, displaying them to all and sundry. And she didn't care one jot.

"Don't even think about it," Mercedes warned Sam when his third time of landing on her brought a look of sheer joy to his face. "You get to use your hands on my boobs and you can kiss me with tongues," she instructed him as he bent close to her chest. "Up here," she guided, pointing to her eyes and away from her boobs, but she was laughing all the time, giggling happily. Sam complied with her instructions, but he was slightly disappointed, he'd hoped that the alcohol would have lowered Mercedes' inhibitions enough for her to loosen up a bit. Maybe later.

"Come and give me some sugar, Sugar," Artie cried when his turn came around again. "Baby, come to daddy," he sighed as she crawled into his lap. "What number is this?" he asked. "Ah, fuck it, give me your boobs," he moaned and buried his face between her slight mounds. Sugar squealed in delight and quite happily allowed Artie to burrow into her shirt, she even helped him to nudge aside her bra. Several others watched in fascination as both Artie and Sugar forgot where they were for the moment, and got totally into each other, it took Santana yelling loudly behind Artie to bring them back to the present.

"Here we go," Puck grinned as he spun once more. "Rachel, come 'ere," he called then slipped a wink to Quinn, she knew that by the next turn, they'd be in the closet. Rachel glanced at Finn before she allowed Puck to slip his tongue into her mouth, they both made a fairly big show of the kiss, it was a good one, as Rachel knew all kisses from Puck were, that was something she'd always admitted, Puck seriously knew how to kiss. Finn tried to not look too despondent, he repeated to himself over and over that it was only a game. Quinn caught Puck looking at her through a slitted eyelid, immediately she touched one finger nail to her nipple, Puck pulled back from Rachel in an instant.

Santana claimed Brittany in a mind-blowing - for most of the guys at least - girl on girl lip-lock that involved more boob action than most of them had ever seen in one go. Except for Puck of course, he'd had both Santana and Brittany together before. A long, long time ago, admittedly, but it was an image that was imprinted on his memory. It was actually then that he'd discovered Santana's proclivity towards girls, back in the days before Quinn had succumbed to his particular brand of charm, back in the days of the original spin the bottle games, back when they were still fairly innocent. Well, back when Quinn was.

Finn's turn made Rachel almost scream in frustration. Touch them. Touch them if you dare and I swear to God, Noah will have to fight me to rip your freaking head off. Don't. Don't. Don't. You had to do it, you couldn't just tease about it, you had to go there and make it serious. Quinn, it's always Quinn. Damn you, damn, damn, damn you. It's always you, perfect little white girl princess. Oh. My. God, I am turning into one of those girls. It's a game, it's just a stupid game, it doesn't mean that Finn is interested in Quinn again, they both proved that, over and over, they proved that they don't work together and look at Noah, look at him, if Finn even pretended an interest it would be game over, friendship over. Hmm, not laughing now, are you Noah? Ok, enough with the boobs already. Maybe it's time I let him do more than touch mine over my dress. I don't suppose it would do much damage if I let him see them, kiss them maybe, I mean, I can't get pregnant if he just touches my boobs, right? Plus, I'll still be a virgin if he just plays with my boobs. Ok, so, next time we're alone at my house, I will let Finn touch my bare boobs. Or maybe not totally bare. Maybe over the bra. Or maybe I'll let him look but not touch, at least, not touch with his lips, oh thank God, that's over with. Just remember who you're dating. Oh, like he can hear you, this is in your head, idiot. He can read my face though, surely after all this time he knows when I'm pissed. Or maybe he's too freakin' dumb. "Finn?" Rachel cried as his time with Quinn didn't seem to be abating very fast, he'd merely turned his head to move in for a better angle.

"Dude," Puck cried and nudged Finn. "Time, ok?" he suggested with a forced smile then made sure that Quinn was settled comfortably against him. There was still a tiny bit of insecurity lurking there.

"So, who's turn is it?" Blaine asked. "Mine, I'm taking a turn," he decided when no one came forward. "Rachel," Blaine cried and reached out for her to kiss her across the centre of the circle. Kurt freaked just a little more than he'd expected, especially when the kiss went on and on and on.

Once everyone was done, Puck leaned over Quinn to prepare to spin the bottle. "Now?" he asked quietly, Quinn nodded, just slightly, just once, but he knew, it was time to get people into the closet. "Oh, baby, seven minutes in heaven with you," he groaned loudly as the bottle stopped, pointed straight at Quinn. "I hope you remembered to put plenty of condoms in there," he said, only just loud enough for a few people to hear, not that they needed them or ever used them anymore, he just wanted it out there that they were going into the closet and they were going to make it count.

"Of course," Quinn replied and bit her lip. "It would be so disappointing to get in there, get all worked up and have to stop because there wasn't any available contraception," she said with assumed innocence. "But, I suppose, there's always other things, I mean, a blow job, some serious finger work, a hand job, but anyway, oh," she cried as Puck pulled her close inside the roomy closet. He couldn't help but snicker into her hair.

"Did you see their faces?" Puck whispered. "I mean, if we are going to get some tonight, it's not going to be in here, we'll be in your room, in your bed, we don't need to do it in a closet," he assured Quinn. "But if you want to do that, oh, baby," he groaned a little louder than he'd expected or wanted to, when Quinn fell to her knees and kissed the bulge in his pants. Puck groaned even more when she tugged the button open and his zipper down, and allowed his erection to fall free. "Oh, God," he sighed loudly, "ah, Quinn," he cried as she sucked him to the back of her throat. "Yes, take it, take it, oh, baby," he grunted, his body shivered, quivered, as sensation after sensation tore through him. There was the unbelievable feel of his dick hitting the back of Quinn's throat, something that he always loved. There was the knowledge that they were definitely being overheard, he knew that for certain because he could hear people shushing other people so that they could hear them better. There was the feeling that this was just slightly surreal, that there was some type of dreamlike quality to the whole encounter, bathed as it was in alcohol and excitement.

"Six minutes," Finn called through the closed door.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Puck cried as Quinn gave his balls a tug and a squeeze, a gesture that, as usual, hurried Puck on his way, especially as the end of his dick was planted in her throat. "Ohhh," he sighed as he spurted straight down her throat, he pulled back so that Quinn got at least some on her tongue. "Fucking awesome," he panted against her lips when she stood.

Quinn, very daintily touched her lips as they emerged from the closet, made several little movements of the tip of her finger across her bottom lip, ostensibly to make sure that she wasn't sporting any evidence, in reality, to confirm in her friends' minds that yes, she had just done that. Puck exited behind her, still re-fastening his pants as he walked. Puck caught Finns eye and winked. Yep, we really did, there wasn't any pretending or acting involved, she really did just suck me off and as fucking usual, it was magnificent, she has a tongue and throat like no other, at least, no other that I've ever come across and let me remind you, I have come across a few, pun entirely intended. Ha, ha, ha, I crack myself up. And yes, I am spinning for Quinn again and when we go in the closet again I am going to eat her pussy till she screams. And then I'm going to eat it some more, fuck seven minutes, seven minutes isn't long enough, seven minutes is for amateurs. Finn? No fucking way. I tell you now, touch anything more than her boobs and you will be swallowing your fucking teeth. Closet? No. No, no, fucking no. Quinn? What the fuck? Shit. Who's stupid rules are these? Yeah, I know, fucking mine. Ha, it'll be funny if Mike has to go in with Kurt. Hurry up, that's got to be fucking fifteen minutes by now. Or maybe two. Fuck, how long is this?

"I am not doing anything with you," Quinn whispered inside the closet. "And I seriously doubt that you'd want to kiss these lips if you actually thought about what was on them just a few minutes ago," she advised when Finn bent as though he was going to kiss her.

Finn pulled up sharply and gagged. He was quite thankful that Quinn had told him that, he had no wish to, however inadvertently, be kissing anything that had just been wrapped around Puck's dick. No thank you. Rachel's brand of celibacy was looking all the more inviting all the time. He knew, for absolute fact, that if Rachel was to be in this closet with him, Puck, or anyone else, she wouldn't have to excuse herself at all. She wouldn't have to say what Quinn had just said. "You used to be such a sweet girl too," Finn sighed as he took a perch on the lowest shelf. "I remember when you would only allow me to touch your boobs on a Thursday evening, over the bra, obviously," he added, mocking both himself and her, "because you went to confession on Friday, so Thursday was ok, you didn't have to worry about your sin all week," he reminded her.

"I know," Quinn sighed and took a seat next to Finn. "I'm sorry about that," she apologised. "But remember the parties we used to go to? Way back in freshman year, sophomore year, before everything fell apart?" she asked and nudged gently at Finn's shoulder. Finn nodded. "And we used to play this game?" she added, again hoping that Finn would just get it rather than her having to explain it. "And Puck used to instigate the game of spin the bottle?" she said, giving Finn another nudge.

"Oh," Finn cried as he finally got it, as it finally sunk in. For a second or two he looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing as though he was gasping for air. "Even then?" he demanded, fairly loudly, Quinn nodded, a touch shame-faced. "You and him? Even then?" he demanded again. Quinn nodded, fairly sure that the silence in the den meant that everyone was listening.

"Time's up," Puck called and pushed the door open. "Are we cool?" he asked Finn warily, he looked at his friend as if trying to weigh up his emotions.

"We're cool," Finn agreed and hugged Puck. "We didn't do anything," he whispered into Puck's ear so that no one else overheard. Puck didn't reply, he just nodded and winked at Quinn over Finn's shoulder. Like she'd have ever let you. You're not exactly built like Puck, you certainly don't have as much equipment as Puck, yes, I went there, I looked, in the showers at school, all the guys looked, and he fucking knows it. He has to have everything, the beautiful girl...the beautiful girl, ok, so I can only think of that, I mean, his dad's an asshole, his mom blames him for everything that ever went wrong in the world, his sister is...ok, so I like his sister, she's sweet, at least, she is to me. So school could be better for him and yeah, he has had it rough, growing up without a dad, but he always got the girls, the girls that would and I never did. In fact, that time with Santana is the only time ever. Still. My dick thinks it's going to get my fucking hand pregnant, and I'm not even convinced that Santana and I really did it anyway. I wonder if I should go down to...no, I'm not going to pay for it, Rachel will come around one day. Maybe, if I get her in here, maybe if I can...yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, fucking yes, there is a God. Get in there, baby come to me, let my put my arms around, oh fucking lame song. Someone stop the clock, seven minutes is not going to be enough.

"How did he manage to get another turn?" Artie asked, slightly confused as to why Finn had suddenly spun the bottle again and had disappeared into the closet with Rachel.

"Because maybe we cheated," Puck whispered. "Maybe this whole game was an effort to get Finn in there with Rachel, maybe this whole thing was to get Rachel to lighten up and give him something at least, I mean, the poor guy, his balls are about to explode," he whispered. Artie gave a nodding grin to Puck, a conspiratorial grin, an 'all guys together' grin. "And if you want to get it on with Sugar, there are condoms in all the rooms, Quinn made sure of that," he advised with a sly wink.

"Sugar is definitely less inhibited than Rachel," Artie murmured to Puck, his meaning quite clear, he and Sugar were already active in that area. "But I certainly will take you up on that," he said. Puck nodded the way towards the study, they'd thought that might be the best option for Artie as he could just wheel himself in there without any issue and the cloakroom was a decent enough size to accommodate his wheelchair too. He watched as Quinn skipped on out of the den and made her way to the stairs.

"Please," Finn almost begged as his hand hovered over Rachel's clothes. "Please, can I just touch for a second? Just one?" he pleaded.

Rachel swallowed down her doubts, her fears. She gulped and looked at Finn with her huge, dark eyes. Slowly she slipped the buttons on the front of her shirt free of their holes. Finn gulped too, his eyes almost popped out on stalks as her smooth, creamy flesh came into view. Rachel felt slightly sick, but as she saw how grateful Finn looked, she felt empowered. I can make him look like this. Me. Not Quinn. Me. Look at him, he's almost salivating. Oh. Oh, oh, I...I...I like, I think I like...oh, oh my God, that feels, oh...yes, yes, yes, yes, oh yes. Kiss me. Shit, he can't hear me in my head. "Kiss me," Rachel demanded and drew Finn's mouth away from her damp, pouting nipple. Finn replaced his lips with his fingers. He pressed against her, allowed her to feel the full force of his desire for her, his need for her, and God, how he needed her. Rachel dragged her mouth free and pushed Finn's head back towards her chest, he wasn't slow on the uptake.

Finn sucked the same nipple back into his mouth, suckled on it, followed his instincts. A second later he slipped his lips over to the other one, copied the same movements, he only just stopped himself from chewing on it. He took a step forwards and pressed Rachel right up against the wall. He used his superior height to lift her off her feet. In a second he had her perched on a shelf, her feet dangling towards the ground. Finn nudged Rachel's knees apart and stepped between them. "Please," he groaned as the look started to descend once again. "Please, I won't hurt you, I promise," he vowed against her lips. Rachel nodded and allowed her thighs to fall apart another inch or so. "Thank you," Finn sighed as his hands slid up her thighs to meet in the centre, to touch her pure, white, cotton panties. "Please?" Finn gulped, he was so close, so, so close. Rachel nodded, she hadn't drawn in a breath in forever, she felt like she was going to pass out, her head was buzzing, her vision was blurred. "Thank you," Finn sighed. Slowly, as their lips touched, their tongues touched, Finn slid one long, slender finger into Rachel's panties. "Oh," he sighed, as he felt her heat, her moisture. Finn looked down as he used both hands, one to hold the panties aside, one to stroke her, to excite her. At least, he hoped it would excite her.

Rachel sucked in a breath and tilted her hips forwards, caught off guard by the sensation. It had never felt this way for her before, never, certainly never when she had, on rare occasions, had to take matters into her own hands. Ok, so not exactly rare. Hey, girls have needs too, you know. It's healthy for girls to masturbate. Perhaps not with a dildo the size of mine, but hey, I like it. Ok, so it's not a fear of something being inside me that's stopped me before, it's a pathological fear of getting pregnant that's stopped me, so maybe I'm only technically a virgin. Hey, condoms. Cool. Ohhh. "Finn," Rachel sighed, an instant before his fingers breached her for the very, very first time. "Finn, wait," she sighed into his shoulder. "Not here, not in a closet," she whispered, a touch sadly. "I don't want our first time to be in a closet while all of our friends wait outside," she explained. "My dads are out," she offered with a shy smile. "I really think that tonight we should cement our relationship," she told Finn with a joy and love shining in her eyes that almost lit up the darkened closet. "Let's go," she whispered before she jumped down from the shelf and led the way out into the den. "Thanks for the party, but," she called with a shy smile on her face, "we're going to continue this on our own, g'night guys," she called as she headed out towards the front door, Finn trailed behind her, his hand firmly clasped in hers. Finn turned to Puck and gave him the biggest, cheesiest wink ever.

"Where did Artie and Sugar go?" Quinn asked when she returned from the bathroom.

"Study," Puck answered and pulled Quinn down onto his lap on the comfortable old couch.

"Are they still in there?" Quinn asked with a toss of her head towards the closet.

"Nope," Puck replied with a grin, "Rachel took him home. I think, by the looks of both of them, they are going to do it tonight, I think Rachel is seriously going to have her way with him," he snickered.

"Where's Mike and Tina? Sam and Mercedes? Kurt and Blaine?" Quinn asked with a pout.

"Gone, gone and gone," Puck sighed and scooched further down on the couch. Puck held in the groan as he rocked up into Quinn, she was in exactly the right place to feel just how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.

"So a good night was had by all?" Quinn asked as she bent to kiss him.

"Mhmm," Puck murmured, his tongue touched hers and he sighed again, even deeper, more resonant. "I think we should take this upstairs," he suggested and pushed his hips into her to demonstrate just how hard he was, just how ready.

"I like your thinking," Quinn groaned and rocked on the bulge to relieve a little of her need. "Carry me up," she ordered with an exaggerated pout. Puck did so, without complaint, without question. He stood her on her own two feet, just outside her bedroom door, and devoured her mouth, stole her breath. "Mmmmm," Quinn sighed as she pulled away slightly, her hand behind her on the door handle. "Let's go to bed," she murmured and pulled Puck in with her. Puck glanced over Quinn's shoulder at her bed, at Brittany and Santana, already naked, already touching each other, already kissing each other, Quinn gave Puck the look, that shy, innocent look, and then she spoke. "So, do you think you can handle all three of us?"