A/N: Oh-my-lanta! I am so sorry it has taken forever to update this story! These past few weeks have been a bit crazy, but it is my goal to update this story again here in the next week or so as well as update my other story Be All That You Can Be soon. Sorry again, and I hope you like this chapter!
Mind Your P's & Q's
"Dude, she's driving me fucking crazy!"
Finn chuckled and took another swig of beer, watching as Puck hurled the darts at the board in the corner of the bar, "Well, wasn't it your idea to move in together in the first place?"
"Yeah, but still. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Quinn and all, but the annoying shit she does and the random habits she has is driving me insane! She never did half of that stuff when we were dating. It's like she's a totally different person now."
Mike quirked an eyebrow at his friend before leaning back in his seat, "What do you mean she's different?"
Puck threw his last dart at the board and grabbed his beer, pausing to think it over a bit, "I guess it's just the shit she does that I either never noticed before or has become a new thing for her lately. Like, for example, she leaves the lid off of the toothpaste and leaves the tube just sitting on the counter, which in turn makes a mess. Oh, and don't get me started on how she completely took over the damn bathroom," he sighed exasperatedly, "I am going to lose my shit if any more of her "products" end up on the counter! That woman has more make-up and lotions and crap spread out all over the place to the point where I get maybe a six inch square of space to put my things on the counter and in the cabinet."
Both Finn and Mike shared a knowing look before they burst out laughing at Puck's scowl. Finn stood and took the darts out of the board before clapping Puck on the back, "At least she doesn't steal your razor…every day. It's like hide and seek in the mornings when I need to shave, and of course it smells like girly shaving cream. Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad Rachel shaves her legs…and stuff. I just don't get why they don't buy their own razors."
"Amen to that," Mike replied, raising his almost empty glass.
"Good, looks like I made it just in time," Sam smiled before placing the pitcher of beer he was carrying down on the table, "What did I miss?"
"Well, Puck can't throw darts for shit when he's mad, meaning Finn and I are currently winning," Mike replied, earning yet another scowl from Puck.
"What's wrong, champ?" Sam asked, taking a seat next to his partner.
Puck just scowled again and refilled his glass, earning another chuckle from Finn and Mike.
"Women," they both replied in unison.
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"Oh my God! He is driving me up the freaking wall!"
Santana snorted into her wine glass before looking back up at her friend, "It's Puck! You're just now figuring that out?"
"Yeah girl, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you're a senior in college and he's officially been your man for the last three years, longer if you ask me but you're just now seeing how annoying he is?" Mercedes asked as she uncorked another bottle.
"I mean yeah I love him and everything, but things were different before we started living together."
"How so?" Tina asked as she followed Rachel into the living room before depositing the finger foods onto the table.
"Like, he's ten-times cruder now than he used to be. Our apartment smells like stinky boy no matter what I do or how much I clean and he throws his crap everywhere when he comes home from class or work or the gym. Oh, and don't get me started on how much it annoys me that he throws his wet towels from the shower onto the bed. Wet sheets and a wet comforter? Gross!"
Santana cackled again before setting her glass to the side, "And now you know why I prefer the company of women."
Rachel and Mercedes laughed while Britney leaned over and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. Rachel took a bite of a carrot before looking up at Quinn, "I mean, it makes sense now that he's in the reserves and gone back to school and all, it's like the next step and what not. But besides the fact that you two lived together for a while when you were pregnant, didn't you both practically live together before you officially moved in together?"
"I can answer that," Santana stated, holding her hand up, "And yes, he did. He was always at the apartment if he wasn't on base or deployed last year."
"I know," Quinn groaned, rolling her eyes at her friends, "It just seems like all of the little, annoying things he does he saved up until we moved in together and now he just doesn't care anymore. He used to be sweet and attentive until we started living with one another and now it's like he's lost that desire to be sweet or romantic like he used to be."
"Puck? Romantic?" Mercedes chuckled, "Who would have thought?"
"If it makes you feel any better Quinn, when Mike and I moved in together, it took a little while to get used to everything. You're kind of on your best behavior when you're still just dating and staying over at each other's places, but now that you live with one another, you share the same space and there really isn't a place of your own that you can go to get away from things. I totally understand what you're going through, but it's normal. It'll go away," Tina replied, smiling at Quinn from across the coffee table.
"I just – I don't know," Quinn stammered, "I guess I feel like he's going to get sick of me now that we're together almost all of the time."
"He's not going to get sick of you, Q. You're gorgeous and you know that man loves you," Rachel replied.
"Then why haven't we had sex in almost three weeks? We have been living together for a month and already he doesn't want to sleep with me!"
Mercedes and Rachel creased their brows in confusion as the girls all stared at Quinn. The blonde hung her head as she clutched her wine glass.
"Maybe something is going on with him right now? Maybe he's stressed out with school or work or something?" Rachel suggested.
"Or maybe he thinks the move was a bad idea," Quinn sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Nah, for being the biggest idiot I know, Puck is actually a pretty smart guy. He wouldn't let a girl like you get away. He digs you too much," Santana said before topping off Quinn's glass.
Rachel sat back and watched Quinn rim the glass with her fingertips, her head bowed in dejected contemplation before deciding she should do something. She took her phone out of her purse and flipped through her contacts before typing out a quick message to her boyfriend and pressing send.
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Finn grabbed his phone after he felt it vibrate in his pocket, not really wanting to check a text from his girlfriend during Guys Night, but he figured it may be important as Rachel was equally as protective of the sanctity of her Girls Night as well.
Do you know what is going on with Quinn and Puck? Finn frowned before typing a quick reply back: All he's said is that it's been strange getting used to her 'girly stuff' all over the place. Why?
A few moments later, a new message from Rachel flashed across the screen: Quinn's convinced he's going to get sick of her…and they haven't been, ahem, intimate in over three weeks! That's not normal for them! Normally they're like friggin' rabbits.
Finn rolled his eyes, not wanting to really get involved with his friends' sex lives but knew that Rachel kind of had a point. He typed a quick message back: K, I'll ask about it, but it's probably nothing. Try not to meddle too much.
He shoved his phone back into his pocket before grabbing his darts and making his way back to the board, "So, besides the bathroom take-over and the other annoying stuff, is everything ok between you and Quinn?"
Puck thought about it before taking a big swig, "I don't know, man. It's like now that we're together all the time, she doesn't seem to want me as much anymore. When I would be gone for long stretches of time, she always made a point to want to be together and spend time with one another. Now, it's almost like we just tolerate one another."
"That doesn't sound good," Sam agreed, throwing his last dart, "Have you told her that?"
"No," Puck replied, "and that kinda sounded worse than I meant it to. It's just a strange feeling I get when I'm around her. You know, like she's indifferent to the whole thing."
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"It just seems like he's totally disinterested in me anymore. Like he's indifferent or something. I don't really know how to explain it."
"Girl, it's probably just a phase," Mercedes offered, "You know, cuz everything is so new and all. He'll get over it."
"Have you tried lingerie? That usually works for Mike," Tina suggested.
"Not really, I guess we kind of just stopped trying so hard after the first week or so. And I caught him checking out our waitress the other night when we went out to dinner," Quinn replied, swirling her glass.
"Ok, hold up a second," Santana cut in, "First of all, he's a dude, he's gonna check other chicks out. Hell, even I check other chicks out. But it is totally a "I can look, but I can't touch" basis and I know that. So does Puck. He doesn't want anyone else. And second, you mean to tell me that you think that he's not interested anymore when you just admitted that you both stopped trying? Q, girl, you've got to take the reins on this one. If he's checking other chicks out and that pisses you off, turn the tables a bit on him."
"What are you suggesting?"
"I'm saying that you should do something that would make Puck snap out of his dumb-shit stupor and see you for the hot, desirable chola that you are. Show him what he might be missing," she replied. When she looked around the circle and saw a bunch of blank stares or looks of confusion staring back at her, Santana rolled her eyes and continued, "Check other guys out! Make him jealous! Not to the point where he starts a bar fight or anything but go out and socialize a bit. Get the hell out of your apartment and go somewhere as a couple, like a bar or a club or something. After seeing all of the dudes wanting to approach that fine white-girl ass of yours, he'll practically drag you out of there so he can ravage you all night long."
"Are you serious?" Quinn asked skeptically, "That sounds like a recipe for disaster. This is Puck we're talking about. He'd probably get arrested or something."
"Well at least that would be more excitement and make-up sex than you've had in a while, Chief!"
"Quinn, this might not be such a good idea," Rachel tried to reason, but the more Quinn thought about it, the better it was sounding.
She just wanted to get some sort of reaction out of him. If it backfired, then maybe they weren't meant to be living together just yet, but if what Santana was saying worked, she could already feel the tingle in her lady loins at the possibility of hot, sweaty make-up sex.
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"If you think she's feeling indifferent, do something to make her want you again. That's how I won Mercedes back from that tool, Shane," Sam suggested, taking a bite out of a chicken wing, "Make her jealous. See what she's missing."
"Um, have you met Quinn? The temper on that girl is hot, but she can go from zero to ballistic in about two seconds," Puck replied.
"I'm just saying, it may work. If not, then you may have your answer as to whether the move was a good idea."
Puck thought about it as he tipped his beer mug higher and emptied the remainder of its contents into his mouth. If he tried to make her jealous, that would really piss her off…but then again, pissed off Quinn has always turned out to be a hellcat in the sack, and angry make-up sex was starting to sound like a better idea after all.
"Babe, are you ready to go yet?" Puck called from the living room, "It can't honestly take you an hour and a half to put on a damn dress."
Quinn rounded the corner in a stunning royal blue cocktail dress and black heels, rolling her eyes as she passed him and grabbed her purse, "You're a jackass sometimes you know that? Did you really have to say it that way?"
Puck grabbed his keys and opened the door, "What the fuck else was I supposed to say? You were taking forever."
"A please would have been nice. Preferably followed by a 'wow, hun you look nice tonight!' But heaven forbid a compliment would ever leave your mouth."
Puck groaned as he shut the door and locked it, following Quinn out to his truck. This night wasn't exactly starting off they way he had hoped.
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"College Hill Tavern? What is this place, Q?" Puck asked as they pulled up in front of the bar.
"San, Brit and I used to come here quite a bit to hang out my freshman year. I haven't been here in forever!"
"Maybe there was a good reason you haven't been here in a while," Puck added, eyeing the small dive bar on the edge of town, nestled near the tree-line near the woods.
"Yeah, you happened," she sighed and rolled her eyes, quickly deciding to change her attitude and be positive about the situation, "You know what, maybe it will be fun. We haven't done anything fun in a while and Santana thinks it could add some excitement back into our lives. We're apparently becoming "too domestic.""
"Santana. Figures."
"Whatever. I know for a fact that Sam and Finn have been here before so just shut it and suck it up, Marine," Quinn chided as she climbed out of the truck.
She walked briskly toward the front door, remembering that same walk all too well.
She and her ex-boyfriend Jason used to come here quite often her freshman year as it was the only bar in town who didn't mind sneaking a few underage kids, athletes mostly, into the establishment. Usually they just had a few drinks and played some pool but there were a few nights where it may have led to something more. It was always fun hanging out with the crew but she had never brought Puck, mainly because of the memories this place elicited.…dammit Santana for suggesting this bar! And dammit Quinn for listening to her!
Puck followed closely behind, pulling out his ID and handing it to the bouncer, trailing behind Quinn as they made their way to a table near the bar. As soon as they sat down, a buxom blonde waitress sidled up next to him and asked the couple what they wanted to drink, never taking her eyes off of Puck even when Quinn ordered.
The waitress slid her hand up his arm to his shoulder, and Quinn could barely believe how shameless this woman was, pulling this kind of stunt while he was obviously here with his girlfriend. Quinn set her jaw and cleared her throat, the woman glancing over at her briefly and seeing Quinn's glare before removing her hand and telling them she would be back with their drinks soon.
Puck glanced back over at his girlfriend, rolling his eyes as Quinn's glare continued to bore into the retreating waitress. "Really babe? She's not even my type," he joked, chuckling slightly.
"Oh, so blondes aren't your type any more, eh?" she asked sarcastically, gesturing to her hair, "Good to know."
"I was just joking, but if you want the truth, she's not my type. You are," he replied quietly before the waitress set their drinks on the table and walked off quickly, "What is your deal lately anyways?"
"What's my deal?" she scoffed before taking a few deep drinks of her cocktail, "What's your deal lately? Ever since we moved in together, it seemed like you've stopped caring."
Puck drank his beer down about halfway before almost choking, "I've stopped caring? That's bullshit, you've just been so damn moody lately and all we do is either fight or ignore each other."
Quinn ran her tongue across her front teeth and sank back into her chair, staring him down for a moment. Puck ran a hand over his shaved head in frustration, "Quinn, you know I love you, but when you go into crazy mode, it's a lot to take."
Her eyebrows shot straight up, "So you're saying I'm crazy now?"
"Stop fucking jumping to conclusions! I just said you go into crazy modes at times. Calm down!"
"You know, we were supposed to come out tonight to get out of the apartment for a while and to enjoy a nice evening, and now my boyfriend is telling me to calm down after he just called me crazy. Awesome!" she replied, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Quinn, you know that's not what I meant."
"You know what Puck? It's fine," she replied evenly, downing the rest of her drink before grabbing her purse and standing.
"What the hell, Q? You're just gonna up and leave? It was a fucking disagreement, just sit –"
"I'm actually going to the ladies room, if you don't mind," Quinn interrupted, glaring at him, "I'm just going to take a moment to cool down before I say something I don't mean. That is, unless you would like to come with and babysit me while I'm in there."
Puck looked down at his glass as Quinn walked off, rolling his eyes and polishing off the rest of his beer before flagging down the male bartender this time and ordering another.
This was going to be a long night…
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After fiddling with her hair a bit and re-applying her lip-gloss, Quinn made her way out of the bathroom. Maybe Puck was right and she was being too sensitive and crazy right now. She should probably just go out there and apologize and see if they could start their evening over again. Clean slate.
…That was until she caught sight of that same damn waitress standing next to their table chatting with Puck. Another one of her friends had joined them and Puck clearly looked like he was enjoying the attention, flirting with the two girls and flashing them that smug grin he uses when he's trying to impress people. One of the girls even had the audacity to grip his bicep and gawk at him, Quinn imagining her saying something lame along the lines of "Oh wow, you're so strong. You must work out." She couldn't help cringe at the fake, girly voices she imagined the girls having while they flirted with her boyfriend.
Truth be told, she really kind of wanted to punch both of them and drag Puck out of the bar, but what perturbed her even more was the fact that Puck had done nothing to fend them off or tell them he wasn't interested and that he had a girlfriend.
Asshole.
She was just about to walk out of the door when she was struck by the thought of what Santana had suggested a few nights earlier. So she decided to go for it, re-adjusting her cleavage and walking up to the bar, smiling at the tall, dark and handsome bartender before ordering another cocktail.
If Puck wants to play that game, I can play too, she thought, grinning as he brought her drink back and placed it in front of her before informing her that it was "on the house."
She thanked him and struck up a small conversation, fighting off the urge to glance over to her right where Puck was seated with those bimbos. The bartender continued to flirt with her for a few more minutes, asking Quinn questions about herself and telling silly jokes before he was summoned by another patron and excused himself for a moment, telling her he would be right back.
As soon as he walked off, she felt her phone buzz in her purse, searching for the device before pulling it out and reading the new text message.
Hot dress, Chica! Didn't know you had that hiding in your closet! P.S. You're way hotter than those girls and your boyfriend is a douche... xo Santana
Quinn looked around quickly before spotting San and Britney in the far corner of the bar most likely schooling some yuppie grad students at pool.
1) Quit staring at my ass, Hoochie ;) 2) Puck is pissing me off, but I'm going to try taking your advice on this one for once; & 3) Try not to embarrass those boys too badly. 3 Q
She smiled and before quickly pressing send as she saw the cute bartender return with her refill. They chatted for a bit longer before a familiar voice from the past had her spinning around so quickly that she probably spilled half of her drink on the floor in the process.
"Well now, what's a beautiful woman like yourself doing in a bar like this?" the man drawled, his thick accent still incredibly sexy after all these years.
"Jason?" Quinn asked, a look of surprise on her face as she took in the devastatingly handsome and chiseled features of her ex-boyfriend, "What a surprise! What are you doing here?"
"My, my Quinn, it's certainly been a while," he replied, giving her an obvious once-over before taking her hand and gently kissing the back, "And I always come to this place. Best pub in town. I think the better question is what are you doing here? Last time I remember you coming here was three years ago, right after Spring Formal. But ah, I don't think we stayed too terribly long, if I remember correctly," he grinned and winked.
Quinn blushed hard, the memory of that particular night (and their activities after they left the bar) hitting her hard as she glanced down at the floor quickly before catching his gaze again. Those deep, crystal blue eyes still seeming like they could see right through her….or at least right through her clothes.
She had been attracted to him the moment they met at the gym, his dark hair, beautiful smile and entrancing gaze catching her attention immediately. He seemed a bit arrogant but as they got to talking and eventually started dating, she realized it was really just his inner confidence that made him come off that way, not unlike Puck in that sense. In fact, some of the similarities in personality were what kept her coming back for those eight months they dated their freshman year of college.
The two of them took a seat at the bar, Jason ordering another round while they caught up and chatted more about school and their future plans, eventually segueing into reminiscing about the past and telling stories and inside jokes. It had always been easy between the two of them and there was never an awkward silence or moment of tension throughout their entire conversation.
However, the same couldn't be said for Puck. Yeah, the girls he was talking to were hot but they were definitely not the brightest bulbs in the tanning bed and the conversation got boring after while. They continued to fawn all over him and he felt like his scheme to make Quinn jealous was working, especially once she got up to use the restroom, but she hadn't been back in a while and he was starting to worry that she decided to leave him there.
He continued to flirt lightly with the girls while casually scanning the room to see if he could find Quinn. He finally spotted her sitting at the bar, but the sight of her flirting and giggling with a tall, good-looking and athletic dude made his blood boil.
He figured it could just be some random guy who was buying her a drink, but as he continued to watch her and the man for a few more minutes, it became very obvious that they knew each other well and Puck definitely didn't like the way they were clearly flirting with one another.
"Did you hear what I just said?" one of the blondes asked, squeezing Puck's arm.
He turned his head quickly to face the girls, "Um no, sorry. Uh, it's been nice talking to you both, but I need to go speak with my girlfriend. Excuse me," he replied as he stood and walked toward where Quinn and the man were talking, leaving the blonde girls to complain about him as he made his way toward the bar.
He walked up behind Quinn just in time to hear her giggle and gently touch the man's knee in familiarity. Puck rested his hand against the back of her chair and cleared his throat.
"May I ask what's so funny? And who's your friend, Quinn?"
Quinn's eyes shot open in surprise for the second time that night. She turned to look at Puck before giving him a bright smile, "Hey, we were just catching up," she replied, signaling between her and the man next to her.
Puck set his jaw hard before sticking out a hand in greeting, "I'm Puck. Quinn's boyfriend. Who are you?"
"Oye, good to finally meet ya, mate. Jason Alexander," the man replied in his thick Australian accent, taking Puck's hand and shaking it firmly.
Puck tightened his grip on Jason's hand a bit before speaking again, "Wait, you're Jason? As in baseball ex-boyfriend Jason?" he asked, turning to look at Quinn.
She bit her lip and nodded while he continued to grip Jason's hand, "He's fucking Australian?" Puck glanced back at Jason, "You're fucking Australian?"
Jason just stared at him. "Um, yeah man, I'm from Caves Beach, near Sydney. So uh, I'm gonna need that hand back," he replied, Puck finally releasing his hand, "Thanks."
"Well, Jay-son," Puck replied, sarcastically drawing out his name in a mock accent, "It was nice meeting you but I think we need to get going. Say goodbye, Quinn."
Puck took her hand and pulled, Quinn saying a quick goodbye before following Puck through the crowd and out of the bar. He pushed the door to the parking lot wide open before storming through, Quinn trailing quietly behind.
"Are you fucking serious right now, Quinn?" he said, his voice full of accusation.
"Um, is there a problem?" Jason asked, obviously having followed them outside, "I don't like the way you're talking to the lady here."
Puck dropped Quinn's hand and turned toward Jason, his eyes ablaze with irritation, "You know what, pretty boy, you stay the fuck out of this. This is between me and my girl so back off."
"Well mate, she was once my girl and frankly I would never treat a woman like that. Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?" Jason challenged, taking another step toward Puck.
Puck clenched his fists and lowered his eyes in return, almost anticipating a fight, "You know what, you Australian prick, my mother did teach me a thing or two. One of which was to fight for the people I love, so if you even think about making another play at my girlfriend, the one I have been dating for the last three years and is the mother of our child mind you, I will mess up that pretty little mug of yours. Got it?"
"Is that a threat, you Seppo bastard?"
"No sir, that is a promise," Puck replied, readying himself for the impending altercation.
His whole body was rigid and his muscles were tight in anticipation of a fight when he felt a small, soft hand wrap itself around his left fist, the fingers weaving their way in between his.
"Thanks Jason, but everything is fine," Quinn murmured, running her other hand soothingly up and down Puck's arm, "It was nice to see you again but Puck and I needed to head out anyway. I think it would be best if we all just parted ways to cool down."
Puck began to relax as he saw Jason back down a bit, the Australian unclenching his fists before looking directly at Quinn, "It was good seeing you too, Quinn. And if you ever need anything, don't be afraid to call."
He shot a pointed glance at Puck before crossing his arms and waiting, Quinn giving him a soft look of thanks while Puck continued to glare at him. Quinn tugged on Puck's hand and began to lead him to the back of the lot where Puck parked his truck.
As Jason watched the duo walk away, he heard the bar door squeak open and felt the presence of someone walk up next to him.
"Nice work," Santana joked, pulling a $20 out of her bra and handing it over, "I think a little reminder of what he has will do him good."
Jason smirked as he took the $20, "Ya know, I was totally going to make you pay if that dude actually hit me. He was irate. Do you think Quinn'll be ok with him?"
Santana smiled, "While I would have been bummed to have missed you getting decked, I totally would have given you hazard pay for that one. And they'll be fine. They live together, and despite the bitching and bickering, they love each other too much to do anything stupid. Puck would never, you know, if that's what you're getting at."
Jason ran a hand through his tousled locks, "I just hope that guy can appreciate what he has," he said wistfully, "Quinn's definitely a keeper. I would know. She's stunningly beautiful and simply incredible. Can't say that I don't miss her."
"You had a good run, Champ," Santana replied, patting him on the shoulder, "But truthfully, you never stood a chance against Puck. They have history and they've both been in love with one another since sophomore year of high school. Took them long enough to get their shit together but I've got money on them sticking together for the long run."
"You? The gambling type? No!" he replied sarcastically, remembering how badly she'd hustled him in pool, poker, darts, sports betting, and horse races over the years.
"No, never!" she chuckled, "But let's talk about something more important, like how stunning I look tonight," she smiled, turning in a circle to let him admire her fitted red cocktail dress.
"Yeah, stunning all right. Stunning as in stun-gun stunning," he joked, flinching away from the slap he knew was coming before ducking back into the bar.
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Quinn pulled Puck along until they reached his truck, Puck tugging her to a stop as soon as they stood next to his door, "I can't fucking believe you!"
"What?" she asked, her brow etched in confusion, "You can't believe what about me?"
"How shameless you are! Fucking flirting with other guys right in front of my face!"
"Wow! Hey pot, meet kettle!"
"I wasn't flirting with those girls, I was talking to them! You were flirting!"
"Oh, like hell! You were totally flirting with those skanks. Geeze, talk about shameless, those hussies. If you were only having a conversation, then so was I."
"You know what, fine! I was talking to them and maybe flirting a little. The attention was nice since you have been so damn moody lately!"
"Oh, ok great! So now it's my fault that I'm moody and that drives you to go seek the attention of other women! Fucking fantastic, Puck! So glad we took "the next logical step in our relationship" as you put it and moved in together!" she shouted.
He knew she had to be either supremely pissed or very turned on, since she rarely cursed, but he figured it was probably the former. He knew it wasn't the best idea to have a blowout fight in the parking lot of a bar but he couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth, "Oh come on, Q. You know I love you and nothing was going to happen. They were ridiculous and I only wanted to get a rise out of you."
"Well congratu-fucking-lations! You practically ignore me for the past few weeks and NOW you want to get a rise out of me! Is this the rise you were looking to get?"
Puck clenched his jaw again before leaning in toward her, "Yeah, it is. It's better than having you either snap at me or ignore me too! And frankly, my flirting was harmless. You went that extra step and decided to go after your goddamn ex! What the fuck, Quinn? Were you trying to intentionally hurt me, cuz that's just messed up."
Quinn steeled herself a bit as she felt her throat tighten with emotion, "Well, it was kind of nice feeling like someone was genuinely interested and wanted me again," she murmured, defiantly holding his gaze.
Puck felt himself inexplicably drawn toward her at that moment. He should be pissed, but his inner anger was now warring with his desire for her as he stared into those fiery green eyes. He took a few more steps towards her, trapping her up against the truck between his arms.
"You don't think I want you? You don't think I ache for you? Fuck Quinn, even when I'm pissed at you I still want you," he replied, grabbing one of her hands and pulling it toward his groin so she could feel his arousal, "And you are so fucking hot when you're mad."
Quinn was surprised at how hard he already was but the hungry look in his dark eyes had lust pooling low in her stomach. She cupped him and squeezed, Puck letting out a low groan before his hand attached itself to the back of her neck and pulled her forward, his lips attacking hers feverously.
She continued to rub him through his pants while her other hand snaked around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues dueled for dominance. Puck pressed her up against the truck, his body flush against hers as he reached up and palmed her breast, the luscious globe fitting perfectly in his hand.
"Oh God," he murmured into her ear as he broke away and suckled the hot spot just below her earlobe, "And I forgot to mention how fucking amazing you look tonight. That dress will look even hotter when it's lying on the floor."
He ran his thumb over her nipple and she shuddered and moaned at the contact, her grip tightening a bit as she continued to massage him through the fabric. Puck groaned and knew he needed more, pulling Quinn away from the door just enough to open it. He hoisted her legs up around his waist before he lifted both of them into the back seat of the truck.
Quinn immediately began attacking the buttons on his shirt, quickly unfastening them and pushing it off of his shoulders and out of the way before going after his belt and slacks. While she worked on freeing him from the tight confines of his trousers, Puck went to work on her dress, yanking the zipper down and lifting the material over her hips and head, tossing it into the front seat before leaning in and kissing her hard.
One of his hands found its way up to her bra, his fingers sliding the cup to the side before taking the hard peak and rolling it in between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand ventured south to cup her center, stroking her through her panties before sliding them to the side and teasing her slick folds with his deft digits.
Quinn moaned appreciatively into his mouth, quickly unbuttoning his fly and shoving his pants down around his thighs before reaching around and unsnapping her bra. He smiled against her lips before swiftly tearing the lace panties away from her body, earning a slight yelp in the process.
Quinn pulled back a bit and ran her tongue slowly along the crease of her lips, her eyes smoldering as she repositioned her legs around his waist, parting wide in invitation. Puck rifled through his wallet and found the condom he kept stored in there for spontaneous occasions like this, quickly sheathing himself before covering her body with his and easily sliding into her.
As he thrust in and out at a maddening pace, Quinn squirmed underneath him, exhaling in breathy moans as she fought him for dominance in their little game. Puck's hands found hers and pinned them to the seat above her head, his hips continuing to slam into her as he groaned into the crook of her neck.
Quinn continued to struggle under him, desperate to control the tempo of his hips and help him find her sweet spot deep inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back off of the seat, pushing Puck away momentarily as she shoved him up into a sitting position and straddled his lap, resuming the thrusting movement as she continued to rock into him and moan in delight at the new angle.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and dipped her head to kiss him hard, Puck's hands gripping her hips as he plunged up into her faster and faster, the whole truck rocking with their movements. She heard Puck's breathing hitch and she knew he was close, the coiling in her abdomen tightening as his movements became more and more erratic.
He surged hard a few more times, creating just the right friction to send Quinn tumbling over the edge. She held her breath, the liquid heat searing through her as her whole body shook with her climax. Her internal muscles contracted hard, milking Puck through his orgasm as he held her close and groaned into her chest, his head coming to rest in the valley between her breasts.
Quinn let out a throaty, contented moan as she collapsed against him, Puck gently easing them both down to lay on the seat again. As their heart rates began to slow again and their breathing began to return to normal, Quinn turned her head and kissed his shoulder, "I'm sorry about Jason. I wasn't expecting to see him there and we started talking and I should have known it would have upset you."
"I shouldn't have started talking to those girls in the first place. That wasn't cool, especially when you and I were supposed to be out enjoying ourselves instead of making each other jealous," Puck replied, nuzzling her neck, "But at the same time, I was about thisclose to punching that tool in the face."
"He's actually a decent guy once you get to know him," she teased, earning a grumble and a love bite from Puck in the process, "But don't worry, I like you best."
"You better," he chuckled, "But maybe we should fight more often if this is the kind of angry sex we get afterwards."
"Hmm, I think that was make-up sex, and you know that make-up sex is always fantastic."
Puck leaned down and kissed her again, the two of them languidly enjoying the afterglow.
All of a sudden there was a blinding light shining in their faces followed by a loud knock on the window.
"Police. Open up," a deep voice called, the light disappearing quickly.
"Oh fuck," Puck exclaimed as Quinn shot out from under him.
He quickly yanked his pants back up and grabbed his shirt, trying to cover Quinn's body with his and the garment. Once he was satisfied that they were sufficiently decent, Puck rolled the window down a crack to talk to the cop.
"Can we help you, officer?"
"Um, yeah," the policeman replied, being careful to avoid looking at the half-naked woman next to Puck, "I was called about a domestic dispute outside of the bar. Someone said you two headed back to your vehicle and pointed me toward this truck."
"Oh I'm sorry sir. That was just a little bit of a misunderstanding. We're fine now," Puck replied, motioning between himself and Quinn.
"Obviously," the policeman chuckled, "But you do know that engaging in sexual acts in a vehicle constitutes public indecency, right?"
Quinn's cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment as she glanced back toward the bar, noticing several people standing out there and watching what was going on. A few of the bystanders were even chuckling as they looked on, most likely having seen the entire show she and Puck had put on. Quinn covered her face and bowed her head, "Oh my God, we're getting arrested. We're getting arrested! For having sex in a parking lot no less! Could this night get any worse?"
Puck wrapped an arm around her shoulders and the cop chuckled more before clearing his throat, "I'm not going to arrest you. In fact, judging by how embarrassed you both look right now, I would say that's punishment enough. So, I'm going to let you off with a warning."
"Thank you sir!" Puck replied, releasing a deep sigh of relief, "It'll never happen again. I swear."
"I hope not. Now, are you planning on driving home? Because it smells like you both have been drinking."
"No sir," Puck answered quickly, "We don't live too far away from here so we're just going to walk."
The cop eyeballed him for a moment before speaking again, "Ok, that's fine. As long as you make sure that the lady makes it home ok."
"I will, officer. She's my girlfriend and we uh, we actually live together so we'll make it home alright."
The cop looked the young couple over again, realizing that this wasn't just some random bar hook up and they looked like they were in a rather serious relationship as Puck held his embarrassed girlfriend in a protective embrace.
"Look, I was once your age too and I get it," he sympathized, "But try to keep your sexploits contained to the privacy of your own home next time. The Midwest can be a little stuffy sometimes and next time you may not be so lucky."
"Yes sir. Understood sir," Puck replied before the cop nodded and walked off, waving as he climbed back into his cruiser.
As soon as the officer drove away, Puck burst into a fit of laughter at the turn of events that evening. Quinn smacking him hard on the arm, her face still flushed with embarrassment as she searched for the remainder of her clothes. She quickly yanked her dress over her head, deciding to forego her lost undergarments for the moment as she scrambled to put her shoes back on.
Puck refastened his pants and pulled his shirt on, still chuckling at the fact that they totally just got caught having sex in a parking lot, when he heard Quinn's phone buzz from where it dropped out of her purse onto the floor.
"Will you hand that to me please and zip me up while you're at it?" she asked, turning her back toward him.
He handed her the phone before brushing her hair over her shoulder and placing a gentle kiss in between her shoulder blades and another one at the base of neck, easing the zipper back up into place. Quinn shivered slightly at his touch, the brazen side of her wanting to take him again right here in the back seat of his truck while the practical side of her didn't want to spend the night in jail for failing to heed the officer's warning.
She turned around to face him, kissing him softly before pushing him away, "Maybe when we get home."
He frowned like a petulant child and went back to buttoning his shirt while Quinn checked the new text message in her inbox.
Fucking in the backseat of a truck? Classy, Quinn. That sounds like something I would do... you learn well, young grasshopper! Get some! xo Santana
"Oh shit," Quinn groaned, "We're never going to live this down."
She showed the message to Puck who rolled his eyes before opening the car door and taking her hand, helping her out of the truck. They were met by a small applause from the few bystanders still standing out front and Puck chuckled, bowing slightly at the crowd. Quinn blushed furiously again and yanked his hand toward the road, Puck trailing after her as they walked.
"Well, this has been quite the evening. Maybe we should do it again sometime. You know, keep things hot," he joked as they walked hand and hand back toward their apartment.
Quinn just shook her head and laughed, the ridiculousness of the situation finally seeming funny, "Yeah, I think I've had enough excitement for a while, so I wouldn't get your hopes up if I were you." She smiled coyly and bit her lip before continuing, "But I'm all for keeping things hot. I say, from here on out, we just talk about what's bothering us and have make-up sex instead of trying to keep things interesting by making each other jealous."
"Deal."
Puck smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist as they continued to walk home…to their home, finally feeling like they could handle whatever life threw at them from here on out, annoying habits and all. Together.
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