The drive back from O'Hara's was in complete silence. Puck was positive Rachel was going to break up with him or yell at him or swear she was never going to have sex with him again. She got really funny whenever he brought her mom up after the incident from a week ago. Though in his mind, this meeting with her mom had gone well.
Rachel was staring straight ahead at the road as she turned into the parking lot outside her dormitory. She found a spot near the door and turned her car off, still not saying anything. Puck was preparing himself for the yelling she was sure to do when they got upstairs. Puck followed her out of the car and into her building. They got on the elevator, still in silence, and took it up to her floor.
Puck followed Rachel into her room and shut the door behind them. He had to admit he actually missed her room, regardless of the fact that they were going to be sharing a twin bed instead of his larger one that he was used to sleeping on with Rachel.
He flopped onto her bed as soon as he got into her room, his head buried in her pink pillows. Even though it had been almost a week since she'd slept here, her pillows still smelled just like she did.
Rachel stood by her shared dresser with Quinn, pulling her heels off and dropping them on the floor. She took off all the jewelry she had on, placing it on her desk before flipping the lights in the room off, walking over and taking a seat on the edge of her bed. She hadn't changed out of her dress and she desperately needed sleep, but before she did anything, she needed to talk to Puck.
Puck sighed as he felt the mattress shift when Rachel took a seat on it. "How much trouble am I in?" he asked, not wanting to look up in case her face showed how angry she was.
"Heaps," Rachel said, though she didn't sound very angry in his opinion. Puck carefully turned his head to the side and saw Rachel had a small smile on her face. "You can stop hiding," she teased as she relaxed on the bed beside him, her arms resting over his back as she nuzzled her head against the side of his neck, "I'm not going to kill you or banish you from my bed," she promised, placing a kiss on the side of his neck.
"You're not?" Puck asked, turning his head to the side so he was looking into her eyes, the tips of their noses grazing against each others. "I thought you'd be furious. I mean, I did go behind your back and talk to your mom."
"I know. If things went differently I'd be really pissed. But it went well. I mean, we're having dinner with the woman so I can't be all that mad at you. I just want to know why you did it?" she asked as Puck placed his arms around her waist, pulling her closer against his body, his left hand running up and down her side as he started speaking.
"Because I love you. You were so upset and I didn't know what to do. I just wanted her to know what a huge mistake she made by telling you to go away and never come back. And then I invited her to see you sing. I didn't think she'd actually show up, but she did."
Rachel smiled, running her thumb across Puck's cheek in the dark, kissing his lips lightly. "Well, I'm not mad. Because of you, I might actually have a mom now. That'd be kind of nice."
"Well, then I'm glad to have helped you," he murmured, his hand moving up to her bare shoulder, starting to pull at the strap of her dress. "You know, I really liked that last song you played," he said as he used his other hand to start pushing the hem of her dress up, kissing down her neck as he did so.
Rachel rolled onto her back while Puck hovered over her, her head turned to the side as he continued kissing all over her face, her dress moving slowly up her body as he worked to get it off her.
"Mm, I'm glad. It was all for you," she mumbled as she worked on the buttons on his shirt, yanking a few open to expose his chest. She ran her hands over his collarbone as he pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down, exposing the white lace of the bra she was wearing. Puck lowered his head down her body and started moving his lips over the exposed areas of her chest, continuing to pull her dress off her body until she was left in her bra and matching thong.
Puck reached down and grasped her leg, hitching it around his waist as he kept his face buried between her breasts. Rachel may not have had the biggest boobs of all the girls he'd been with, but they were definitely his favorite ones. He reached up once again, pulling the straps of her bra off her shoulders and exposing her breasts, beginning to place kisses all over the mounds of flesh resting atop her chest.
Rachel arched her back, pressing herself closer to his mouth as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her close to him as he kept placing wet kisses on her skin. "Yes, like that," Rachel moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist.
There wasn't a lot of conversation from that point forward, just Puck's clothes being tossed to the floor before the bed started creaking and Rachel and Puck began moaning.
It was close to three by the time they finally stopped, both cuddled under the blankets of Rachel's bed, breathing heavily as they waited for their hearts to stop beating so fast. Rachel leaned her head against his shoulder, placing a soft kiss there. "That was wonderful," she murmured as Puck reached a hand over, brushing her hair out of her face.
It hadn't even been a week since she'd lost her virginity but Rachel was already starting to figure out what she liked and didn't like in bed. She was also starting to feel a little more adventurous now that she was gaining some confidence. She had yet to be on top because she was still nervous about that. She wasn't sure how to move right, plus she was sure every little bit of fat on her would jiggle if she was seated on top of Puck and that would be all he would notice.
Puck stretched his arms over and behind his head while Rachel kept her head resting against his chest, listening to his heart beat. The sex was great, but her favorite part was cuddling with him after like she was right now. She felt so close to him, and that was what she loved more than anything else.
Puck leaned his head down, kissing her lips softly. "So I have a favor to ask."
Rachel arched her eyebrows at him. "What?" she asked.
"Saturday I'm heading home for the night to break the news to my folks that I lost my scholarship for beating the hell out of Brody. I know Ma's going to flip her shit when I tell her, so I thought it'd be nice to have some backup there with me."
Rachel sighed, her legs tangled with Puck's under the covers of her bed. "I have rehearsal Saturday and Sunday, remember? We open next week. Tina and Artie aren't going to let me cut just because my boyfriend needs moral support to face his parents."
"I'll get you back in time for rehearsal," he promised. "Please baby. I want you to come with me. I just feel better when you're with me. I don't know if I can face them alone. Just having you there with me, holding my hand when I tell them is going to make all the difference in the world. Please, say you'll come?" he practically begged.
How could she say no to that?
Finn stared at the ceiling in his bedroom in an empty bed, not liking this new feeling. It wasn't excitement or eagerness or even satisfaction. It was embarrassment mixed with shame. Plus a little bit of anger and a lot of humiliation.
It was all Rachel's fault. If she hadn't sang that stupid song at the end of the night, he wouldn't have gotten all turned on and wanted to bring Quinn back to his apartment. But she had, and Quinn had been as much into the idea as he had.
They'd been together officially for a week now, and they were moving fast. They started making out the first night they got together. Quinn gave him a blowjob that weekend and he'd gotten her off the next day. There was no doubt they'd go all the way soon. Really, he'd just been waiting for the right time to kick Puck out of their apartment so he could help Quinn lose her virginity in something a little more comfortable than the shitty dorm mattresses.
Once they'd gotten back to his apartment, there was no doubt to what would happen that night. Quinn didn't bother wasting anytime with talking or even a drink. Instead, she threw her blouse at him as soon as they were through the door and started heading down the hall to his room.
Of course he'd followed her, discarding his clothes as he closed the distance between them. By the time he actually made it into his room, he was down to just his boxers while Quinn was spread out on his bed in red lace lingerie.
Quinn and red lace went way back with him.
She used to wear it all the time in high school, not that he ever actually saw her in it, just a few glimpses here and there. He wasn't sure why she wore red lace bras in the first place. Maybe they made her feel sexy or something. He never knew she even wore it until his sophomore year of high school. He was sneaking back home after finally going all the way with Mary Travers at the fifty yard line on the football field. He'd walked her back to her house before starting on his way back home.
It was late and it was safer to cut through the Fabray's back yard to his house. The backs of their houses faced each other and it was less likely his mom would see him sneaking into his room. He was walking through their yard when he looked up at their house. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, but he did, where he spotted the light in Quinn's room still on.
It had been ages since he hung out with her. They used to do everything together, but as soon as he hit high school, Mr. Fabray decreed that they were getting too old for sleepovers and ended the late night movie marathons they used to have in Quinn's room. However, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, and Finn really did miss the little sister of his best friend.
He climbed up the lattice on the side of the house and knocked on Quinn's window. She had been busy getting ready for bed when she spotted him, dressed in just boxers and her bra for the day, though he didn't know why she wore one. She really didn't have much to work with.
Quinn opened her window before grabbing a tank top, pulling it on. "Finn!" she hissed, pulling him into her room. "What are you doing here? My dad's going to kill you if he finds you in here."
"Well then, we'll just have to make sure he doesn't find me here. I was walking home and saw your light on. Thought I'd stop in for a chat."
"You were walking home after 11 at night?" she asked skeptically.
"I snuck out, okay? Mom doesn't know, and it'd be great if you didn't tell her I was out when you see her tomorrow at breakfast. Anyways, what are you still doing up?"
"I was going to watch a movie," she said, holding up a DVD case that had been sitting on her bed. "It's a weekend. You're supposed to stay up late when you don't have school the next day. It's a rule for being a kid or something," she giggled, walking over to her TV to put the movie in.
Finn ended up staying there until 3 in the morning, watching movies and talking to Quinn like old times. He snuck back into his house, still unable to get the image of Quinn walking towards him in just her bra out of his head. There was a special place in hell dedicated to guys messed with their best friend's little sisters, and he was sure to go there if he let things with Quinn go further than friends.
That didn't mean he wanted to see her messing around with every guy in school. The next day, he told Puck how they needed to protect Quinn from the guys at school when she was a freshman in the fall. They knew how guys thought, after all. They needed to protect her virtue, he just failed to mention he was protecting it for himself when he was finally ready to man up and grow a pair.
Just because he was helping protect her virtue didn't mean they couldn't still hang out, though. Saturday night movies became a ritual, Finn sneaking in through her window while they laid on her bed and watched bad movie after bad movie, Finn always sneaking glances of the red bra she had on underneath her white tank top.
He knew his glances, which grew longer and more lustful as she older, were not very brotherly, but he always restrained himself from doing something Puck would kill him for the next day. Besides, he was never going to go from another girl's bed to Quinn's in one night. She deserved better than that.
Yes, he and Quinn in red lace went way back, and it was those nights he thought about as he walked over to her sprawled out on his bed, a considerable tent in his boxers. She sat up, leaning back as he climbed on the bed and hovered over her. She wasted no time, shoving her hand down the front of his boxers as she grabbed him.
Finn came almost instantly.
They had laid in his bed while Finn apologized over and over, not knowing what had happened. He never came like that from jut a girl touching him. Quinn was clearly disappointed, having had big plans for this night. Finn was embarrassed, but determined to make it up to her.
After about half an hour, they were making out and Finn felt himself starting to get more and more aroused, his arousal pressing into Quinn's inner thigh. She started moving her hand down towards him again while he started kissing down her neck, pulling her bra straps off her shoulder.
Unfortunately, she grabbed him just as he caught a glimpse of her in the lace lingerie she'd worn that night, and he finished even faster than the first attempt.
That led to Quinn storming out of his bedroom and disappearing to who knew where. Finn just laid there in his bed, still feeling humiliated. That had never happened before, and he didn't know why. He also didn't know what to say to Quinn when he finally manned up to talk to her.
After an hour, he finally decided to find her, figuring he owed her some kind of apology. He found her in the living room, sitting on the couch and watching House Hunters with a quilt draped over her. More than angry, she looked hurt.
Finn took a seat on the other side of the couch, glancing over at her. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I don't know what happened back there. I guess I just got overexcited," he chuckled.
Quinn didn't laugh.
"Please, talk to me?" he asked, reaching over to take her hand in his.
Quinn sighed, turning so she was resting on the side of her hip to look at him. "Look, I've dreamed about this for forever. You and me together, I mean. I've been in love with you for so long, and now that it's finally happened, it's not even close to what I imagined. Maybe...maybe we're just not sexually compatible, Finn," she said, looking down.
"No!" Finn said a little too quickly, causing Quinn to jump a little. "I swear that's not the case."
"Then are you even into me? Because I would think most guys who are into their girlfriends don't lose their shit before the actual sex even starts."
"It's your bra," he blurted out, causing Quinn to look confused. Finn started explaining about the red lace from when they were younger, and to his chagrin, Quinn started laughing. "It's not funny!" he protested.
"Actually, it's very funny," she teased, letting the blanket drop to the floor as she rose onto her knees. "Maybe it would be better without these then?" she asked, reaching to her waist and yanking her underwear off, tossing them to the floor. She started crawling over towards Finn, reaching into the shirt she was wearing and unlatching her bra, letting it fall off her body. "Probably better without this too." She crawled into Finn's lap, straddling him wearing only his white tee shirt.
Finn looked up at her, wrapping his arms around her. "Yes, much better," he said as she leaned her head down to place a kiss on his lips. Quinn placed a hand on his shoulders while she reached down, feeling around in his lap before pulling him out of his boxers, sliding her hand up and down him for a moment. He figured she was testing him, making sure they weren't going for a hat trick. Thankfully, they weren't.
Finn couldn't deny how turned on he was, seeing Quinn taking charge like this. He was used to girls expecting him to make all the first moves, him to be in control. But Quinn wasn't. She was the one running things now, and he had to admit that he really liked that.
Quinn spread her legs wide and slid herself onto him, letting out a gasp and a moan as she did so. Okay, so it did kind of hurt like this, but the pain was already starting to subside as she adjusted to Finn being inside of her.
Finn wrapped his arms tighter around her as he prepared to lift her up and carry her to his room, but Quinn pushed his shoulders forcefully against the couch and shook her head. "No," she ordered, starting to move her hips which cause Finn to ball his hands in the shirt she was still wearing. "Right here. I want to do it right here."
"Whatever you want," he promised, burying his face against the side of her neck as she continued moving up and down on top of him. He could see her breasts bouncing underneath the shirt, but the fact that she was riding him while wearing it seemed to make everything even hotter.
Finn moved his hands down to her hips but allowed her to continue to control her movements, jutting his hips up as she came down on top of him to push himself inside her even more which caused Quinn to let out a loud moan when it happened each time.
He reached a hand down to her, starting to circle his thumb in the spot he knew she was most sensitive, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his bare skin.
Eventually, Quinn started to feel a sensation in her which slowly began building until it exploded, pleasure coursing throughout her body as she kept moving on top of Finn, crying out his name as she did so. It didn't take Finn much longer to finish, and the two collapsed back onto the couch, breathing heavily with small beads of sweat dripping down their faces.
"See, I told you I was into you," Finn finally said when he managed to catch his breath, his arms still wrapped tightly around Quinn. She had her head resting on his shoulder, slowly kissing over his neck as she relaxed in his arms.
"Yes, I can see that," she mumbled.
"Who would have guessed Quinn Fabray was so wild?" he teased. "I mean, losing your virginity cowgirl style?" He let out a low whistle. "I'm impressed."
Quinn scoffed. "Just because I was a virgin doesn't mean I'm completely clueless. I read Cosmo, you know. They give great advice, like '10 Best Ways to Please Your Man' or '8 Tips for the Best Blowjob Ever'." Finn stared at her, his jaw on the floor. "What, did you think I was reading Seventeen magazine all these years? I'm a woman, Finn. I needed to know those things for when I did finally have sex. Obviously they came in handy."
"Obviously," he agreed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Quinn got up, shaking her hair out. "I feel gross now and really need to shower." Finn nodded his head at her, watching as she pulled the shirt off and threw it at his chest. "And it's probably a good idea not to waste water," she purred, winking at him as she sauntered down the hall, adding a swivel to her hips.
Finn got up, starting to follow her, his boxers laying forgotten on the couch. He really couldn't argue with that logic.
