Finn was giving Quinn a dirty look. "So the whole time I was dating you, you had the hots for Rachel?" Puck and Sam exchanged looks as well, trying to decide whether or not to be upset or turned on.

"Not the whole time just... most of the time." Quinn wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled her knees up under her chin. Rachel was blushing and trying desperately to flatten out her messy hair. Finn turned to the brunette, hurt in his eyes. "Rach?"

"Well it's not like I knew the feelings were there! I guess I did know, subconsciously, but with such a major, life-altering thing like your sexuality it's not uncommon for people to suppress their innermost desires and-"

"Rachel!" The entire glee club shouted at her. Quinn turned to her and said, "Just shut up and let me tell the story, okay?" Rachel nodded and scooted a little closer to the blonde, feeling more comfortable now that everyone knew what had happened between them. Quinn took a deep breath and began.

Quinn stormed up to her two ex-boyfriends and gave them dirty looks. "Quit. Staring. At. Her."

Finn narrowed his eyes. "Staring at who?"

"You know who, you giant idiot! Rachel! She's too good for either of you."

"Aww, Quinn, you really think that?" Rachel smiled sweetly and moved even closer to her.

"Of course I do, but I might change my mind if you interrupt the story again."

Puck took another swig of beer and belched loudly. "Says who?"

"Says me," Quinn replied, her eyes on fire. "I know what you two are up to, but I'm not gonna let you get away with this. Rachel isn't a prize to be won."

Puck was laughing now. "Why do you even care?" he asked, genuinely curious. "You hate Berry."

Quinn's angry gaze faltered. "I- I don't hate her." She visibly began to curl into a defensive ball, trying to hide whatever she was thinking from Finn and Puck.

"Whatever, Blondie." Puck grabbed another beer off the table and popped the tab. "All I know is I'm getting laid tonight, one way or another. If Rachel isn't up for it, I'll find someone else."

"Speaking of which," Puck interjected, "I still don't know who I fucked last night."

Kurt groaned. "It was me, you moron! Why do you think we woke up in the same bed? Why do you think neither of us had pants on?"

Puck's mouth was hanging open. The only words that were able to escape his lips were, "Oh. Oops."

Kurt snarled in indignation. "Oops? OOPS? You are so lucky you're an incredible lay, Puckerman, or I would come over there and slit your-"

"OKAY! We get it! Puck fucked Kurt!" Santana rolled her eyes from her seat next to Brittany, who looked rather frightened. "Now can we please stop with the violence? Not that I mind it, but it's scaring Britt." The blonde nodded and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, silently begging her friends not to fight.

Kurt groaned again and dropped his head to his hands. "Right, sorry. Go ahead, Quinn."

"Well then you better find someone else," Quinn spat, "because you don't stand a chance in hell at getting Rachel."

"What about me?" Finn asked, giving her his signature goofy grin.

She looked at him with loathing. "Shut up." She stomped off, back to her perch on the couch where she could watch Rachel in peace.

"Quinn doesn't know what she's talking about," Puck slurred. "I could get in Rachel's granny-panties faster than you can say... uhh... I don't know, some really long word that takes a minute to say." Finn stared at the floor and tried to figure out what Puck just said while his friend approached Rachel.

"Hey, sexy." He ran a hand down her tan arm. "I'd love to see you dance away from all these people."

Rachel turned to face him and giggled. "Really?"

"Yeah. How about giving me a private show in one of the guest bedrooms?" Rachel cocked her hip to the side and thought for a moment. Puck, being the impatient boy that he is, planted a wet kiss on her neck to help speed up her thinking process. Rachel gasped at the sudden contact and moaned, a sound that rattled between Finn's ears and made him clench his fists in anger. He ran over to Puck and shoved him out of the way, pulling Rachel into his own arms.

"Hey, Rach. Wanna dance?"

"Finn? Is that you?" Rachel was staring at his chest, and it took her a minute before she thought to look up and meet his eyes. "Oh, there you are. I'd love to dance with you, but-"

"Finn!" Kurt stepped out from behind Rachel and poked his brother in the chest. "You're a terrible dancer! You'll step on her toes!" Kurt pulled her away, leaving both Finn and Puck in the dust. Quinn snickered from her seat on the couch. Puck heard her and flicked her off.

"I'd like to see you do much better, Fabray."

The blonde smiled with eagerness. "With pleasure." She walked right up to Rachel and tapped her on the shoulder. As soon as the brunette turned around, Quinn grabbed her by the chin and leaned in to press their lips together. At first Rachel yelped in shock, but the high pitched squeal was soon replaced by a low moan. When Quinn pulled away, she left Rachel whining for more. Kurt merely stood off to the side and stared at them in bewilderment.

"Take me somewhere," Rachel begged suddenly. "Somewhere we can be alone." Quinn nodded and took Rachel's hand. The two stumbled down the hall together, laughing and pressing into one another to lean against a wall and kiss as they searched for a room. They entered the first one that was already partially opened and Quinn threw Rachel inside, locking the door behind them.

"It smells like sweat in here," Rachel commented. She sat down on the messy bedspread, not realizing at the time that it was the same bedroom Santana and Brittany had been fooling around in earlier. Quinn walked up to Rachel again, pressing the girl into the mattress and climbing on top of her.

"And the rest," Quinn said, finishing her part of the story, "is absolutely none of your business."

"It's kind of my business," Santana replied. "You did, after all, lick Rachel's lady bits in my bedroom."

Quinn turned scarlet. "Sorry, San."

Santana shrugged. "It's okay, whatever I can do to help a fellow lesbian out is fine by me."

If at all possible, Quinn's face turned a shade darker. "I'm not a lesbian."

Santana cackled. "Right," she said through her peeling laughter. "I forgot, you're a pressed lemon. Whatever, same difference."

Quinn was about to argue, but someone who had been relatively quiet this whole time piped up instead. "What I wanna know," Lauren began slowly, "is what happened between Kurt and Puckerman." The other teenagers seemed to mutter in agreement. Kurt laughed, but Puck scratched at his mohawk awkwardly. It seemed to be his turn to tell the story.