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A/N: You got to fight. For your right. To party.

"What the fuck?" Puck demanded as he stepped back and swiftly pulled the bedroom door closed, leaving Santana and Brittany in the bedroom, him and Quinn on the other side of the door. "Why?" he asked, puzzled. "Why would you do that?" he asked.

"I thought it was like, your fantasy or something," Quinn mumbled, rather upset - and baffled - at Puck's lack of enthusiasm for the staged foursome.

"Maybe a fantasy is best kept as just that," Puck hissed crossly, he scowled at Quinn. Why would she even do that? Put their relationship in jeopardy like that? Didn't she know? These things never ended well.

"But," Quinn began again then spun around, interrupted by her bedroom door opening. "What?" she shouted at Santana, who was wrapped in the sheet from Quinn's bed.

"Are we doing this?" Santana drawled, she sounded bored. "Only, if we aren't, do you mind if Britts and I just hunker down and get some?" she asked and gave an endearing twitch of her nose.

"Have at it," Puck snapped without looking away from Quinn. They both waited till Santana had gone back in the room. "And?" he demanded.

Quinn sighed, she felt like crying, she'd really given this some thought, done some planning. She'd even stashed a heap of condoms on her night stands so that neither Brittany nor Santana had anything to worry about, because Quinn knew, to her cost, just how careless Puck could be when it came to pulling out at the crucial moment. "I thought that you wanted this," she mumbled.

"Well I don't," Puck sighed and pulled Quinn into the circle of his arms. "At least, not like this," he qualified.

"Like how?" Quinn asked with a pout.

"Like, I don't know," Puck shrugged, "like, maybe with someone that you'd never have to see again," he explained. "Like, if this was ever going to actually happen," he said and leaned back far enough to see into her sad eyes, "it would have to be with complete strangers, not someone that we've got history with," he answered. "And not like it would ever actually happen, it never actually happens. Except for in porno movies and even then, it looks awkward," he told her and then pulled her close again. "And why would you want to destroy all the memories we've made in that bed?" he asked. "Why would you want the only thing that you ever think about, ever see in your mind whenever you walk in here, be something sordid, something sleazy?" he asked gently. Quin shrugged, she felt stupid. And a little drunk.

"Want to use one of the guest rooms?" Quinn mumbled against Puck's chest.

"Sure," Puck replied into Quinn's hair, he couldn't help the slight smile that touched his lips. As they turned and walked towards another bedroom, Puck sighed, heavily. Oh. My. God. Are you fucking stupid? Are you serious right now? A fucking four-way? Sex with the three hottest girls in school. At the same fucking time. And you say no? Why? Yes, it's always yes, tell her you've changed your mind, turn around, now, right now, turn. Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn. You asshole. You fucking asswipe, dickhead, fucking moronic asshole. Don't ever complain again that you don't get any because I am never going to let you forget this. When you're old and nearly dead I am going to remind you of the day when you could have had it all and you didn't have the fucking stones to go through with it. Asshole. Yeah, and how much would it have hurt her if we had? Shut up, who asked you?

"I feel like an idiot," Quinn said quietly once they'd settled in the huge bed in the guest room that overlooked the pool.

"Why?" Puck asked and tightened his arms a little more around her. "It was an awesome idea, thank you, for even attempting it, I mean, how many girlfriends would do that for her boyfriend, huh?" he asked with a smile.

"I just thought," Quinn sighed and turned in his arms, "I just...I don't know what I thought," she admitted. "Maybe it was an alcohol thing," she said, mumbling the words into his shoulder. Quinn blushed. "I think I don't make good decisions when alcohol is involved," she added with a self-pitying pout. Puck didn't reply, he grinned, he rolled his eyes, but he didn't answer.

"Hey," Santana whispered from the doorway, she'd checked in three other rooms before she'd tracked them down. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Can I come in?" she added, taking a step into the room.

"Sure," Puck sighed, looking back over his shoulder at the brunette, who was currently tiptoeing round to Quinn's side of the bed. Puck blinked at the underwear that Santana was wearing. Almost wearing. It was very, very brief.

"Move over," Santana urged as she lifted the quilt to get in with them.

"Hey," Puck all but squealed, "naked under here," he informed Santana.

"Oh, chill," Santana scoffed, "I've seen it all before," she reminded him, and glanced at Quinn too, giving a suggestive flick of her eyebrows. "Both of you," she added with a wink.

"What do you want?" Puck asked with a huge, put upon sigh.

"I wondered if you two want to party some," Santana murmured as she straightened the quilt across her boobs. "Britts is asleep," she sighed, "and I'm wide awake."

"Not such a good idea," Puck interjected before Santana could say anything else.

"Why?" Santana asked with a shrug. "It's not like I'm going to turn straight and chase you," she told Puck with a suggestive look in his direction. "And I know that Quinn isn't really into girls," she added, then stroked her finger over Quinn's almost exposed nipple. "I mean, she likes a girl to do...certain things," Santana revealed, her eyes were locked with Quinn's, almost daring her to deny it, "but she'd rather not reciprocate," she finished, then bent to kiss Quinn. Puck swallowed hard, he felt his dick snap to attention, spring immediately to full force. He gulped when he saw their tongues touch.

"Oh God," Puck sighed, he couldn't look away, he couldn't tear his eyes from them. He pressed closer up to Quinn, his hands cupped her boobs, he stroked his tongue down the curve of her ear and sucked her lobe into his mouth. He groaned as Quinn and Santana deepened their kiss, he undulated against Quinn's back as Santana finally left her mouth to suckle on the nipples that Puck was teasing. Slowly, Puck guided one nipple into Santana's mouth, watched as her full, pouting lips enclosed the dark pink flesh. He felt Quinn jerk, she snapped back as if she'd been shot, her back pressed right up against him, against his chest.

Puck turned onto his back and took Quinn with him, allowed her to drape over him. He held her steady, Santana rose over her, she continued to suck on Quinn's nipple. Puck's hand stroked down Quinn's stomach, slipped between her thighs. Quinn let her legs fall apart, Puck's fingers sought her clit, teased it, stimulated it, all the while he was sucking on her neck and her ear. Quinn shivered, she was a mess of sensation, she couldn't separate anything, not Puck's hands on her, not Santana's lips, everything felt jumbled together.

"Argh," Quinn shouted out as Puck's two middle fingers penetrated her. She loved it, rejoiced in it. She could feel how hard he was, pressed up into her ass like he was, it must have hurt him to be so hard.

Santana slid down the bed, she climbed across Puck's leg to settle in between his thighs. "Mmm," she sighed as she bent to stroke her tongue over Quinn's smooth lips. She licked all the moisture from Puck's fingers too. Santana looked up at them both, smiled - almost to herself - then pulled his fingers out of her way. Santana moaned happily as she went in for a long, long tongue stroke. Puck grunted and shivered when he felt a hand - not Quinn's, he was holding both of hers - wrap around his dick. Quinn lifted her hips a little, her feet were planted on the mattress, she lifted her hips, Puck's dick sprang upright. He groaned when he felt the stroke of Santana's tongue, from his balls all the way to the gold ring through the end of his dick.

"Ohhh," Puck sighed as Santana inserted his dick into Quinn. Quinn made a sound, a high, high sound, not quite, but almost a scream. Puck relaxed for a second, he allowed himself a moment to adjust, as did Quinn, then they groaned again as Santana licked both him and Quinn. Her hot breath, her talented tongue, her fingers, created so much pleasure for both of them, it was unbelievable. "Here," he growled at Santana even as he thrust and pumped into Quinn, deep inside her. "Come up here," he instructed with a jerk of his head.

Santana pushed up onto her knees and crawled up to the pillows. Quinn sat up, her back to Puck but impaled on him, Santana knew exactly what he was offering her, she straddled him, Puck thrust his tongue up into her, she shouted out, almost screamed. Even when she had been desperately trying to deny her true feelings, back when she still went with guys because she thought that was normal, Puck had always been able to pleasure her, he'd never failed her. If there was one guy she would always miss, it was Puck. But even with how good he could make her feel, it still wasn't quite as good as Brittany could.

Quinn rocked on Puck's dick, her hips, her motions rapid, so, so fast. She choked back a sob, her entire body was coiled ready to explode, she couldn't believe how much more she felt right now. Quinn could hear Santana's moans as Puck ate her out, she could picture it, she could see it in her head, she could feel Santana's back pressed up against hers, their skin rubbed together, they were both undulating. "I'm coming," Quinn cried, her voice so high-pitched, higher than ever before.

Santana flew off of Puck's face, she crawled back down the bed and got in between his thighs again. She waited for a second and then nudged Quinn's fingers out of the way, she attacked Quinn's clit with her own fingers, rubbed it a little roughly, watched Quinn hold her breath as her end came.

Puck shifted a little, he managed to pull out of Quinn, his hand jacked his dick once, twice, three times. "Ohhhh," he cried as he began to shoot stream after stream of semen, he didn't know where it landed, on Quinn, on Santana, on the bed, he really didn't care. "Ohhhhhh," he sighed as he slowed down, as his dick stopped pulsing. "Fuck," he sighed. "Ohhh," he cried as he felt hot, plump lips wrap around the end of his dick. "San, fuck, oh," he cried. Quinn fell back against him, her head on his shoulder, they were both panting. "Oh, God," he whispered as he looked down and watched Santana cleaning both him and Quinn, her tongue slurping up every bit of his release, every bit of Quinn's. "Fuck."

"Indeed," Santana grinned as she sat up. "Thanks," she said quietly, glancing between both of their eyes. "I miss the taste of your come," she told Puck. "You still do the cinnamon thing," she said with a smile. "Nice," she muttered and stroked her tongue across her lip. "And you, you taste awesome," she whispered as she leaned over to kiss Quinn on the lips. Puck groaned again when he saw Quinn's tongue breach Santana's lips, he could hardly bear to watch. "But we aren't going to repeat this and we aren't going to tell Britts," she informed them. "As far as I'm concerned, it never happened," she said as she climbed off the bed and adjusted her underwear. "Night," she trilled and hurried to the door.

Puck and Quinn watched Santana leave. "Well, that was..." he began to say and was interrupted by Quinn.

"Awesome," Quinn sighed. "But you're right, you were right, it was weird," she admitted. "And I don't think I ever want to do that again," she decided and shifted so that she was laid stomach to stomach with him. "I don't think Brittany would remember it's something that should stay a secret, either," she said, pondering aloud the wisdom of her earlier plans. "I'm glad that you didn't fuck her," she said quietly, looking Puck in the eye. "But I know that I'm going to taste her on you," she said and pushed up closer to him, "when I kiss you," she added a millisecond before her lips touched his. "Mmm, you taste of her," she sighed and kissed him harder, stroked her tongue across his lips. Quinn kissed Puck until just about every trace of Santana was gone from his face. She liked it, she couldn't say why, but she did.

"That is so fucking hot," Puck sighed into her mouth as he turned her over again. "I am so hard for you, just you," he groaned as he pushed into her again. Puck knelt up between Quinn's thighs, he was pressed tight into her, so deep inside her. They were slow, so very slow. Each and every thrust inside her went oh so deep, touched her soul. "I love you," Puck told Quinn, his eyes locked with hers, staring at her intently.

"I love you," Quinn sighed then reached up to kiss him, to check again if he still carried a taste of her friend on his lips. It was there. Just. Puck took them to a higher level, their movements remained steady, intense, unhurried. But the end, when it came, it was supreme. Amazing. Hotter than either of them had ever felt before. Or probably would ever again.

"That was some party on Saturday," Finn sighed with a contented, satisfied look on his face, when the guys were together in the locker room on Monday morning. "Thanks for the condoms, by the way," he added in a hushed voice, he glanced around hoping that no one had heard him. He'd taken a handful of condoms with him when he and Rachel had left the party.

"Cool," Puck replied with an approving nod. "So Rachel caved when you got her home?" he fished, hoping for a few salacious details.

"Not completely," Finn admitted, his face screwed up as he recalled the sudden stop from Rachel when he'd been just about there, almost ready to breach the last virgin frontier. "But I got further than she's ever let me go before," he said with a fair degree of excitement. Plus he hoped this was the start of better things to come. Finn hoped that Rachel would find confidence in her sexuality, realise that he would continue to love her, he wouldn't just hump her and dump her, he wasn't like that, he never had been, he wasn't Puck. "So what did you guys do once everyone had left?" he asked.

Puck was quite pleased that Finn was too busy searching in his bag to see the look on his face. He thought for a second before formulating his reply. "Oh, not much, cleaned up some, went to bed, the usual," he muttered with a catch in his voice. The usual? Yeah right. How often do you get two girls in your bed at the same time? Savour it numbnuts, remember every second of it, because I can guaran-damn-tee you it will never happen again. Not in this life.