Puck's POVPuck was, sadly, quite oblivious to Quinn's empathy for him. Puck had a family life about which no one desired to talk. His dad was a deadbeat, never there for him. Puck raised himself, mostly, and instead of having a father-figure, he idolized those he saw on television or in movies. He modeled himself after all the wrong people and thus, with no positive enforcement to a role model, he turned out to be somewhat of a delinquent. Though he tried to fight it at times, being a bad-ass was better than being a wuss. Finn was always a bit on the soft side, and although he had no father either, somehow he turned out alright, thus bringing Puck to assume that it was hereditary. Finn's dad had been a good guy, he fought for the country and all.
Frustrations like these were bothersome to Puck, though. Quinn had connected with him that night and he hardly forced her to be with him. But he could not help but feel dejected by the fact that the moment she found out, she called him and said, "I need to tell Finn that the baby is his, you understand right?" Sure, he understood that she didn't want him raising her baby, of course. Why would she want otherwise?
It did not make it any easier on him, though.
And he missed it entirely, the thought process of her not having to admit she cheated, especially with him. In Puck's eyes, perhaps, that wasn't a big deal – the pregnancy was. What mattered to him was the end result, who would father the child? He didn't care if Finn hated him for sleeping with his girlfriend; truly, he did not. He cared about Quinn and that tiny baby growing inside of her. But he couldn't admit that out loud, like a fool.
Plus, there was no point in exposing himself to her, when rejection would be all that followed.
Quinn didn't seem enthralled that they were partners, however she did not seem repulsed either. This seemed at least promising. When she spoke about him christening the roof, he laughed and shook his head. "I can behave some days!" he argued, even though that was a moot point at this point. It's not as though she would believe him. Plus he had no reason to surrender the lifestyle he led, so why bother? Why should he surrender pleasure when the one girl who'd make him most pleased was entranced by another man?
The warmth of the sun made his skin tingled and he grinned slightly. He could further his tan this way – and without thought, he was pulling his shirt from over his head. Before she could speak, he stated, "I'm just tryin' to get a tan, relax," while throwing his shirt aside. Listening now as she re-hashed the assignment, he nodded. "Okay, that's cool. We just need to pick a sappy song he'll like and sing it, right? I can do that." He wasn't sure he could, actually, but he was done acting like Finn. No more mushy, I-have-no-balls shit. Sure, singing with emotion was mushy but he would suck it up and take it like a man. He could play both sides of the coin. Sure, she had plenty of emotions as a pregnant female – especially about Finn. Now was the time to prove to her that he had feelings too – and maybe she'd recognize that they're for her.
Suddenly she changed her mind and was bolting, excusing herself to get his guitar. Suspicious yet apathetic, he leaned back against the roof. "Fine, if I'm asleep just wake me up," he commented dryly. While she was gone, he stared up at the clouds and pondered life, fatherhood and what the hell he was going to do about Quinn.
She was gone for what seemed like an eternity. Puck was growing concerned and had sat up, preparing to go after her when suddenly, she returned. Her cheeks were flushed and he ignored her question. "What's wrong?" he demanded, staring at her features. "And don't tell me nothing because your cheeks are pink as though you have sunburn and your mascara is running a little in the corner. What happened down there?" His voice was hurried yet almost gentle as he addressed her, realization dawning on him before she said a word.
"Finn," he muttered quietly. "You offered to go to spy on Finn, didn't you? Or did you go in the hopes to give him one more kiss, just to place claims on him in front of Rachel while making it very clear to me that this is an assignment, that I'm not worth your time?" The accusation was cold and left his lips before he was prepared for it, but at that point there was no holding back. "I bet that's what it was. I'm just so revolting, had to check in on Finn. But he wasn't being such a good boy, was he? I told you that night and I'll tell you again – Finn's not here, Quinn. He doesn't see what I see in you, that's why she distracts him so easily!"
He regretted it immediately, but he let the words linger anyway. What more could he have done? He studied her intently, expecting a backlash… all the while reminding himself that when she left, he'd leave for home and maybe never come back.
High school was not worth this crock of shit. And neither was unrequited love.
He should have learned that on that fateful night…
|F L A S H B A C K|Quinn was angelic, perfectly so, standing there in her tipsiness yet looking so innocent and perfect. Her golden hair was curled slightly due to the moisture from the pool and her slender body was glowing against the pale moonlight. Her eyes were filled with life and yet there was tenderness, simplicity like that of a child, in her gaze. She was so delicate that for a moment, he hesitated. He should not spoil something as pure as newly-fallen snow. Yet his desire for her – his affection for her – was dominating his thoughts. He could not, would not, surrender.
Chuckling softly at her words, he shrugged. "Guess you know me too well," he murmured quietly, giving her a wink. It was almost strange seeing Quinn act in this manner, yet empowering too. She was finally embracing herself rather than pouring her soul unevenly into a mold that her parents had created. He never thought it possible but somehow that night, she was never more beautiful.
Finn's swift replacement of everything in his life with Glee had taken Puck by surprise, because it entirely eliminated his man card. Yet what shocked him most was that Finn was giving up Quinn – so it seemed – and for someone not only homely compared to the blonde beauty, but for someone who was just as virtuous as Quinn. Finn wasn't even getting sex out of the deal, so what was the allure there? He would never understand.
Unsure how she would react, he was stunned when her head tilted backward, permitting him to continue trailing kisses along her skin. He was unprepared for this, but took the opportunity as welcome and continued to torture her with gentle kisses that tenderly trailed along the sensitive skin. The larger surprise, however, came when Quinn nodded and surrendered to him. This was where he was supposed to be the gentleman and say, "No, you want to wait, let's wait." But he didn't – could Puck really say no? Instead he lifted her closer to his body and let his lips meet hers again, finally coming to a pause in a grassy knoll just beyond the house, nestled into the darkness of the large property shadowed by the mansion and illuminated only by the moon.
Slowly, he set her down upon the grass and lowered his body with hers, kissing her slowly, tenderly, all the while. He could feel his heart pounding, but he knew – he was ready.
Was she?
A billion thoughts coursed through his mind as his hands slowly kneaded themselves against her skin, fingertips massaging along her sides, trailing downward along the length of her slender torso. Was he really about to mess around with his best friend's girl, even if he did have feelings for her that perhaps went deeper than lust? As his fingertips slowly slid themselves down her hips, rolling the damp bikini bottom with them, he figured he answered his own question. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the night air greeted it, but thankfully the night was warm, despite the darkness. His lips lowered, placing a kiss against the inset of her hipbone, then nibbling it gently before kissing one inch closer to her true warmth.
Another inch, and another; at this point, with anyone else, he would have grown impatient and would be tearing clothing from bodies left and right. Instead he permitted himself to savor the taste of her skin and the gentleness exchanged between them. After all, he was Quinn's first, and he wanted her first time to be heavenly – everyone's first chance should be, after all. A kiss lower, yet directly beneath her belly button, and then again against her tender skin. He inhaled deeply and let his warm sigh exhale against her skin before parting his lips, taking his tongue gently across the most sensitive portion of her body that he can locate from this position.
Eyes drawing closed, he moans softly and tortures her delightfully, praying somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind that she is actually going to enjoy this moment.
Quinn's POVAs soon as Puck pulled his shirt off, Quinn's eyes snapped to his perfectly toned abs. One she realized she was admiring them instead of being repulsed by the fact that he was half naked, her eyebrows furrowed. Yet, before she could say anything he already told her that he was just trying to get a tan. When he suggested to pick a sappy song that Mr. Schuester would like, Quinn nodded her head. "Sounds about right. We'll get more points if it's a Journey song though," she said and allowed herself a laugh or two. Her mind got the best of her and before she knew it she was on her way to the auditorium, nodding at Puck's last statement though she wasn't even sure what he said exactly.
Seeing Rachel and Finn kissing broke her heart. It's not like she didn't deserve it, she knew that she did. She just couldn't believe that Finn, of all people, could ever do something like that to her especially when he actually thought that he was the father. While she ran off to the bathroom to splash her face with some cool water she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes going directly to her large baby bump. It's no wonder why Finn was cheating on her, she was huge and had stretch marks in places she didn't even knew existed. Her perfect abs were replaced by an enormous stomach.
She hated going to the doctor because they would make her weigh herself, something that she started dreading once she started to put on all the baby weight. Everyone would always say how cute she looked with the baby bump but no one ever knew how disgusting she felt. Quinn had never felt so ugly in her entire life.
When she returned to Puck and he asked what was wrong, she just ignored him and went to go sit down on her sweater that she had left there earlier. But as soon as he mentioned that her mascara was running in the corner, her hand shot up to her eye and wiped off the corner of it and did the same routine with the other eye. She didn't speak though, she wasn't about to get in this conversation with Puck of all people. Instead she held her head high, ignoring his glance and smoothed out her maternity dress with her hands.
At the mention of Finn's name, she cringed and it felt as though a knife had been pierced through her heart. Her eyebrows furrowed now and she finally looked at him with daggers in her eyes as he said his hurtful words. Every word that came out of Puck's mouth just twisted the knife that was already in Quinn's heart. She felt her eyes fill up with tears and without another thought, she stood up, put her sweater back on and began walking towards the door.
She paused just in front of it, though, and turned her head slightly in Puck's direction. "Not everything is about you, Noah," she said barely above a whisper. "If you take the time to realize that then maybe one day you'll see that you aren't the only one who's hurt," and with that, she slammed the door shut behind her and ran through the school all the way to the parking lot as fast as her pregnant self would allow her to.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her. She didn't exactly know where she was going. She couldn't go home since her parents kicked her out when they found out she was pregnant. And the last thing she wanted to do right now was go to Finn's house, where she was currently residing, because she knew as soon as he got home he'd try and kiss her and nothing repulsed her more.
She didn't even have a car, her parents took that away as well. So, she was stuck in the parking lot crying with nowhere to go. Her hands wrapped around the child growing inside of her stomach. I'll never let this happen to you, she thought to herself in her head. That was when she realized, even if she had any doubt before, that she could never keep this baby. She would find her the perfect family, no matter how long it took. She had never felt so alone in her life.
|F L A S H B A C K|Quinn's heart was pounding like a hammer as she was placed down on the grass and felt Puck's body on top of hers. Her thoughts were rapid everywhere from what was about to happen, how far she just agreed to go, what Finn was doing, if he was with Rachel, if he was being faithful unlike her, and what her parents would say if they ever found about this. Puck's kiss shut her mind up though. She felt like she was going to pass out. Was it normal for someone's heart to pound this quickly? Was she experiencing alcohol poisoning?
His hands tickled her body and she felt herself shiver at his touch. She felt her bikini slide off and before she could feel the coldness, she was warmed by Puck's lips on her hip. She gasped very quietly. She bit her bottom lip once his kisses became more frequent and closer to somewhere she never let anyone get next to.
He was teasing her, and while he was her body was experiencing all different kinds of emotions. Pleasure, fear, and at the very back of her mind was regret. And then came all of the physical changes. Her heart rate was beating even faster now and it felt as though it had gotten about 80 degrees hotter outside. She was so scared but she could also tell that he was being extremely gentle with her, almost as though she was as fragile as glass. She was thankful for that though probably wouldn't remember that detail in the morning.
A small part of her was asking "What am I doing?" but another much larger part of her was enjoying what was happening. She was so afraid that someone was going to walk out of the party and find what the two of them were doing. She could already see it now. With her luck, the one who would find them would be Santana and then she'd have to get in a drunken fist fight with her after she claimed that she was trying to steal 'her' man even though the two weren't even dating. Then, she would go on and make Quinn's life a living hell just holding this secret against her and one day when she least expects it, Santana will tell Finn and all hell will break lose.
Yet, somehow that fear was a turn on for her as well. She had always heard Santana and Brittany talk about the 'thrill of getting caught' and always used to just roll her eyes and think they were both stupid. Why would anyone ever actually want to get caught? She never understood… until now. Of course, she didn't actually want someone to walk in and find her because obviously that's creepy and that would be the end of her climb up the social ladder. But just the thought of it, it was actually kind of… nice?
The thing that worried her the most about all of this, was that she was actually enjoying it. Shouldn't she be pushing him off of her or telling him 'that's enough' or something? For some reason, she didn't want to and she wasn't going to.