Chapter 2: A Night Of Regret

"I really shouldn't be doing this with you...again," Quinn said, though she was thoroughly enjoying the guy kissing on her neck at the moment.

"Why not? We're so good at this," Puck replied in between kisses. Quinn wanted to resist him but she couldn't, pulling his head up to her and kissing him hard. He climbed on top of her, starting to feel under her blouse, their tongues now fighting for dominance as they kissed intensely. She wanted so desperately to continue, but at that moment she pulled away, and moved away from him.

"Because," she started, laying back on the bed and breathing hard, "I'm with Sam now, and I really...really like him."

"Do you love him?"

"I..." She didn't know how to finish her sentence. Did she love him? They'd been together for a while now, and he certainly seemed to love her...but she didn't know if it was a feeling she could reciprocate just yet.

"I...I'm getting there," she finally said, sighing as she did. Why was she having this conversation with Puck, of all people?

"So then why are you here?" Puck asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Did something happen between you and Sam? Or do you just like fooling around with me when you're in a relationship...?"

"No, nothing happened..."

"So...then why are you here?"

"I like hooking up with you...we have good chemistry," Quinn said thoughtfully, toying with a bracelet on her wrist. She knew that wasn't the reason...entirely. But that was all she could say for now.

"So I'm good enough to fool around with but not good enough to date, is that it?" Puck was starting to get a little angry. Why was he never considered the dateable type?

"Noah, it isn't like that..."

"I HATE when you call me that!" Puck yelled, getting up and storming out of the room. Quinn angrily threw herself back against the pillow on the bed and got lost in her thoughts. Why WAS she here? Things were going great with Sam, she had no reason to be here, to be cheating on him. Hadn't she learned her lesson? She cheated on Finn with Puck and now Finn was with...her. Not that she cared, but she obviously screwed up a perfectly good relationship by cheating, and she wasn't sure it was worth it this time around.

But she knew exactly why she was here. She had a thing for Puck, she always had. That's why she cheated on Finn with him, why she snuck looks at him during glee rehearsal, and why she was here, right now, in his bed. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to BE with him exclusively...he didn't exactly seem like the faithful boyfriend type. And yet...Sam was, and she was betraying him right now. Maybe I should leave before I let things get too far, she thought.

Before Quinn had time to get up and grab her things to go, Puck reappeared with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I'm sorry I yelled, but nothing a little wine can't fix, right?" Damn it. She had forgotten he knew her weakness, and boy was she weak when it came to wine. She rolled her eyes and motioned for him to join her on the bed, reaching her hand out for a glass.

"Are you planning on getting me drunk so I'll have sex with you?" she questioned as he poured wine into her glass.

"Quinn, you and I both know if I wanted to have sex with you, I could do it right now, before you even get to take a sip of that wine." At this, Quinn smirked a little, and set her glass on the night stand beside the bed.

"Well," she said, getting closer to Puck, "I guess if you really wanted to have sex with me...I might allow it."

"Might? And why might?" Puck asked, inching closer to her to the point where their lips were nearly touching.

"You need to make it the best I've ever had. Completely blow my mind," she whispered in his ear. He got shivers down his spine. "Think you can handle doing that?"

"Your wish is my command."

"Come and get it then."

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Text from Sam: Hey babe! Are we still on for tonight?

"Shit."

"What?"

Quinn dropped the phone back in her bag on the floor and sat up, scanning the room for the clothes that had gone flying about 2 hours prior. Puck had been right, he was able to have sex with her without even getting a drop of wine into her system. Remembering the glass was still on the night stand, she grabbed it hastily and downed it in one shot.

"Damn girl relax, there's still a whole bottle right here-"

"Help me find me clothes, please."

Puck looked at her puzzled, then shrugged and rolled out of bed to retrieve the scattered items of clothing. He put on his boxers and tossed a blue bra and matching underwear to her. She put them on quickly and found her skirt and blouse, slipping them on as he zipped up his jeans.

"Quinn?"

"What?" she practically screamed, a crazed look on her face.

"Woah...okay calm down."

"No, I-I can't."

"Are you okay?" he asked timidly, pulling a shirt over his head.

"Do I look okay to you?" she said, her voice still a little loud, but more calm than before. She took the bottle of wine and drank at least half the bottle before setting it down.

"Look, did I do something wrong?" Puck asked, wondering if maybe fooling around with her wasn't such a good idea.

"No, I just...I have to go. I'm sorry," Quinn said quickly, putting on her shoes and grabbing her bag. "I'll text you later, bye." And with that, she closed the bedroom door behind her, sprinting for the front door and slamming it as she left. Never again, she told herself, never again.