Chapter 4: I Can't Help Myself

What have I done? Quinn had been repeating this to herself in the mirror since she got home from Puck's. She should've been getting ready, since Sam would be there any second, but she was too distraught, too angry at herself. She had done it again, she had done it again with the SAME person. Once a cheater, always a cheater? She heard her phone buzzing, and she fished around in her bag looking for it. The minute she saw the name, she wanted to throw up, or chuck the phone at the wall.

Incoming call from: Puck

Ugh, not now, she thought as she hit the ignore button. Fifteen seconds later his name was flashing on her phone, and she hit ignore again, getting up from her vanity set and heading towards her closet. She picked out a skirt she loved, but had no time to pick out a shirt before her phone started buzzing again. Relentlessly, she walked over and picked it up, hitting the accept button.

"Can I help you with something?" she asked, an attitude apparent in her voice.

"What is your problem? I don't deserve this, and I really didn't deserve the way you just walked out on me without any sort of explanation, OR the way you left me standing in the middle of the street" Puck said, obviously annoyed with her.

"You aren't my boyfriend, I don't owe you any explanations," she snapped, getting slightly more annoyed.

"Maybe I should tell your boyfriend what happened. Would he deserve an explanation as to why his so called amazing girlfriend was riding me earlier? Or why she was begging me not to stop?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Quinn screamed into her voice, her blood boiling. He had no right to tell Sam what happened, absolutely no right. She wouldn't let him.

"Calm down, I wouldn't actually tell him. Sneaking around when you have a boyfriend is way more fun than hooking up with you when you're single. You're boring when you're single."

"I'm not sneaking around with you anymore."

"Yeah, right. That's a funny one Quinn," Puck said, laughing at her.

"I'm serious. It's not fair to Sam," Quinn replied, walking back to her closet to find a matching blouse.

"Yeah? You weren't saying that when you were screaming my name today," Puck said in a sing-song voice. Quinn wanted to punch him square in the face right now.

"I don't want to do this with you anymore. So just leave me alone." After she said that, she hung up the phone, throwing it on her bed. Tears streamed down her face as she got into her skirt and blouse, thinking that maybe it was rude of her to just hang up on him like that. No, she told herself, he's an ass and you shouldn't even be talking to him.

The sound of the door bell broke her thoughts, and she quickly wiped her face clear of tears and put cover up to hide the red puffiness under her eyes. When she finally opened the door, there was Sam, so naive, clueless, and sporting a cute smile.

"Hey babe!" he said excitedly, giving her a sweet kiss, a kiss she knew she didn't deserve. He pulled her in for a hug, and she sank into his warm, familiar body, engulfed in his familiar scent.

"Hi," she said, squeezing him. "I missed you today." No you didn't, she told herself. You were too busy getting it on with Puck to miss him.

"Well," he said, lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes, "we have some time before Finn and Rachel get here. Maybe we should get a little cozy? I missed you too."

A tinge of guilt hit Quinn hard, but she managed to put on a smile and lead him inside. The moment they got to her room he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed where he gently placed her. She blushed as he laid down next to her, putting his arm out and motioning for her to come and be held.

"I love this," he said, holding her close and tight. Quinn loved this too, but she wanted to run far away and never face him again, because the guilt was eating her alive.

"And I love you." Wait. WHAT? She couldn't believe she just said that, but it just...it slipped out! Maybe that's the way it was supposed to be. Maybe it was supposed to just come out when it felt ready to...or maybe it was because of the talk she had had earlier with Puck. Either way, she couldn't take it back now...but she realized she didn't want to.

"I...I love you too Quinn," Sam replied, appearing to be a little choked up. He hugged her even tighter and kissed her tenderly, her face in his hands. They continued kissing like this, and eventually Sam's hand started to travel underneath her shirt. Although she knew she shouldn't let this happen, this WAS her boyfriend, and she did want this, so she began to unbutton her blouse while still kissing him. He helped her out of it and undid the clasp on her bra so he could kiss her bare chest. She quickly removed his shirt and now he was on top of her, their tongues swirling around as they kissed hard, their bodies moving in sync. Sam reached under her skirt to feel just how wet she was, which made him harden, fast. Quinn could feel this happening on her thigh, and she started to wiggle out of her skirt. Sam undid the buttons on his pants and both articles of clothing got tossed aside. They kissed harder now, her hips gyrating underneath him as he gripped onto her. Just when Quinn thought she was about to go 2-for-2 in one day, she heard the bell ring.

"Damn it, I guess I'll just have to come back after our date," Sam said, still breathing heavily. Quinn pouted, but Sam laughed and kissed her forehead.

"C'mon, it's gonna be fun. Now put your clothes back on, this is only for my eyes," he said as he winked

Oh how she wished that was still true.