The Private Escapades of Puck and Quinn

by BMontague

A series of one-shots focusing on Puck and Quinn's 'private' relationship post-high school and how each encounter helps shape their life together. Rated M for language and lemony goodness.

19. I Know What You Did Freshman Year

A/N: So, it was less than three months in between updates this time, so that's a plus, right? I would like to thank my readers and subscribers yet again for their continued support and for the fact that you're still reading this! I'm truly grateful. I'd also like to thank Guest, A, MaximumFire, QuickFan, JustALittleWallflower, autumn1999, olacindy, Guest, MsJanelle22, Guest, andsoitis, quicksalgron13, and readbetweenthesigns for taking the time to leave me a review, whether it was positive or constructive.

Which brings me to my next thing: I realize after reading the reviews that the last chapter may not have sat well with several people who may have thought I took things a little too far between the two of them. I read back through the chapter and can understand why you thought that, and as much as I wished I could PM you all and ask how you thought I could go back and change a few things to improve the chapter, all of you signed in anonymously (I also liked the 'A' if you were going for a PLL thing there.) I did go back through and change/add a few things; however, I wanted to set the chapter up to reflect how crucial communication is to a marriage, and how breakdowns in said communication and honesty can turn into bigger problems and issues. In no way am I condoning what I believe a lot of you may think I am; my intent was to show how problematic a lack of conversation and communication can be in a marriage, especially when both parties aren't being honest with each other. Quinn wasn't honest with herself when it came to her school work and she wasn't honest and forthright with Puck when it came to other things, just like Puck wasn't honest about how he was feeling like she was neglecting their relationship in general, not just physically, for the sake of her grades. I apologize if that was portrayed poorly in your opinion, and I know how 'A' feels like I made Quinn into the bad guy and Puck the asshole into a savior, but that was not my intention. Marriage is about honesty, communication, and trust, among other thing, and I wanted to highlight the lack there of in the last chapter as a kind of segway into this chapter, which is all about honesty and communication. Once again, I apologize if you did not care for the last chapter and I hope we can get past that.

This chapter contains a lot of lemons. You've been warned.

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I Know What You Did Freshman Year

Quinn yawned as she stretched her arms over her head, reveling in the sated soreness she felt from head to toe and everywhere in between. Last night had felt like a dream, but if the delicious ache in her abs, arms, and thighs were any indication of reality, then she definitely had an incredible night. And judging by the way that Puck was still slumbering away at nine in the morning when he was usually up by five at the latest, he definitely had a good night too.

To say pregnancy suited her would be an understatement. Besides the thankfully brief bout of morning sickness, she was truly enjoying every minute of carrying her second child. She had weathered the storm of law school, graduating in the top of her class, had just taken the Virginia bar exam, and had been offered spots at several top firms around town. However, given the fact that she had to wait a few months to hear back from the board of law examiners about her score and that she was five months along in her pregnancy, Quinn and Puck had decided that it would be best if she just took it easy until the baby was born before she went to work. She had spoken to several firms and they were completely fine with her decision, wishing her all the best and offering her a place when she was ready.

It was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders both professionally and personally, the time off giving her a chance to enjoy being with her husband and to simply enjoy being married for a while before their little one came into the world. After the hell she'd put herself through trying to graduate top of her class from both Yale and Georgetown Law, she had finally come to terms with the fact that she really did need and deserve a break.

And ever since the major baby hormones had kicked in about a month prior, she had seriously been enjoying her break. She knew Puck was exhausted too, keeping him up till all hours of the night and often times into the morning…and afternoon, but if his enthusiasm last night, and almost every night since he came home from field training, was any indication, she knew he was definitely enjoying himself as well.

Rolling over to snuggle with her husband, she found herself unable to look away from his slumbering features. He was a warrior out in the field each and every day, but with her, he was a caring husband and a gentle lover…that is, when she wanted him to be. Even she couldn't deny that she found it extremely hot when he would throw her over his shoulder like a caveman or pin her against the wall, a preference she discovered during a rather heated argument turned naked wrestling match back in her junior year of college.

But last night, he had been the perfect mix of gentle and assertive, passionate and scorchingly erotic, and she still couldn't believe that he was as apt to participate in her little planned rendezvous as he was considering the location was a bit riskier than they were used to.

x-x-x-x-x

Call it a random whim because she was bored or a spontaneous decision resulting from a desire to cross an item off of her bucket list, but after spending the past few days organizing the nursery and rearranging furniture like it was her job, she needed to change it up a bit.

Puck had been particularly busy ever since he got back from field training, and while part of her feared that his schedule was reflecting a preparation to deploy in the near future, he assured her that as a member of an active duty special forces unit, their entire job was to stay prepared just in case but that there was no indication they would deploy anytime soon. She could only hope that was the case too, because even though it was his job, she still hated the idea of him leaving her and the baby to serve in an area of great tumult and violence.

But despite his hectic schedule, Puck still managed to make it home for dinner most nights, something Quinn had missed the past several days as he had to stay late to work on performance reports and training regimens.

And frankly, she had even gone to bed alone the past several nights as well, her cuddle buddy sneaking in after she had fallen asleep only to get to see him for all of fifteen minutes in the morning before he had to take off again. She loved how hard he worked to provide for their family, and appreciated everything he did for her and the baby in his brief days off, but she still missed him. God, she wanted to smack herself for how needy she felt, but at the same time, she had to admit it felt good to need someone as much as she needed her husband. Especially now that she was expecting... And bored.

It was starting to wear on her too. Granted, it had only been a grand total of three nights, but with her hormones raging from crying to horny in two seconds flat and her cravings totally out of control now that Puck hadn't been there to somehow predict just what she'd want at one in the morning, she really missed him. And in her semi-rational pregnant mind, she really needed to see him ASAP too.

Deciding to rectify the situation herself, Quinn set about putting together a light dinner for the two of them, loading up a small bag with a couple of sandwiches, a container of coleslaw, some potato salad, a few crisp dill pickles (pretty much just for her), and a few chocolate brownies (also pretty much just for her).

After packing up their picnic dinner, she ran up to their room to change out of her daily uniform of a t-shirt and yoga pants into something more suitable to visit him on base. After looking through all of her options, she chose to go a little more risqué, going for a cute bra and panty set and a simple black wrap dress, securing the tie loosely on the side and grinning to herself before glancing in the mirror and giving herself a once over.

Searching around her closet, she found a pair of heels Rachel had left over at their house a year or so ago, praising the good Lord above that the so called 'Hobbit' from her past actually ended up having hobbit-like feet, the tiny brunette a half a shoe size larger than Quinn's. Shoving her somewhat swollen feet into said heels, she took another glance at herself in the mirror before deciding to just go for the gusto, untying the wrap dress and hanging it back up to be used another day.

She knew she wouldn't need it tonight.

Pulling on her long, black trench coat and tying it off at the waist, she gave herself one last grin in the mirror before making her way down the stairs, grabbing her purse and their picnic dinner before heading out the door.

Less than twenty minutes later, she was pulling onto base, flashing her military civilian ID card and getting the go-ahead from Puck before following the path to the building that housed his office and his team. After climbing out of her SUV and meeting Puck's teammate Danny at the door, she was shown into his new office space, the place still pretty stark minus Puck's college diploma and his commissioning certificate framed on the wall and exactly two photos on his desk: one of him and Quinn on their wedding day with Beth and the other of the newest ultrasound of the baby they were expecting in less than four months.

"Hey Babe, I wasn't expecting you," Puck commented, setting his pen down on top of the massive stock of paperwork on his desk before signaling for her to come in.

"Wow, you guys really need to upgrade your colors from completely depressing to somewhat drab. Pretty sure this office tops even Bed, Bath, and Beyond's seventh circle of neutral-colored hell. We should paint you an accent wall," Quinn sighed, looking around his office.

"I'm glad we agree on our feelings about Bed, Bath, and Beyond," he snickered.

"I'm more of a Crate and Barrel kind of girl," she admitted, "But at least you've got your own space now."

"True, but I've got a hell of a lot more paperwork and bullshit to wade through these days."

Smiling back at him before setting her purse down on a chair, Quinn sidled up to him and sat gingerly atop his desk, pulling him close and placing a gentle kiss against his lips, "But you look oh so sexy doing it."

"Is that so?

"Mmm hmm."

"Well then, please regale me of more of my sexiness," Puck replied, trailing his lips from hers down her neck, allowing his fingers to run a path from her ankles up to her knees.

Quinn grinned into his kiss before he attacked her neck, the sensation of his lips against her sweet spot causing a moan to escape her throat and a flood of heat to course down her body and pool at her core.

But she had come up with a plan on her drive over…and any more of his ministrations may derail her from executing said plan. Sliding her hands down to meet his, she slowly slid them back, away from the hem of her jacket, biting her lip and winking as he pulled back from her neck.

Pushing his chair back slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him, Puck's eyes going wide as he watched her unbuckle his belt and unsnap his camo pants.

"Q – my office –" he uttered semi-incoherently as she took him in her hand and laved her tongue up his shaft, perking him up almost instantly.

"All part of my plan, Love," Quinn simpered, rolling her tongue around the head of his dick.

Grinning to herself, she took him in fully, bobbing her head up and down a few times while using her tongue to create an added sensation. Glancing up at him, Quinn reveled in the look of sheer pleasure on her husband's face, his head lolled back and his mouth open wide.

"God, that feels so good, Baby," Puck groaned, gripping the armrests of his chair until his knuckles turned white, forcing himself not to tangle his fingers in her hair and push her down further, knowing how much Quinn hated that.

He had been trying really hard to take things at her pace, letting her set the tempo for their intimacy after his massive screw-up a few months prior. He knew he took things too far in their kitchen that night, he knew he pushed too hard, and he felt really out of line. It had taken a while, but the two of them took the time to talk through their thoughts and feelings on everything from that night to her law school and career to everything in between. And they were finally in a good place too, Puck swearing he'd be damned if he ever messed that up again.

Opening her throat and breathing as best as she could from her nose, Quinn bobbed down on him even further, feeling him bump up against the back of her throat as she swallowed hard, wrenching a groan out of his mouth. She continued bobbing up and down, using her hand to help her pump in sync with her mouth as she worked him over.

However, a knock at the door caused her to pause her movements, Quinn pulling away quickly as she heard the door of his office swing open.

"Lieutenant Puckerman?" she heard a voice mumble, her husband's hands wrapping around her shoulders and holding her under his desk as Quinn finally took a moment to glance around at where she was.

"Lance Corporal Andersen," Puck replied, his fingers frantically grasping for the zipper on his pants, "What can I do for you?"

Thankful she was hidden by Puck's desk and praying that nothing like her purse or shoes were sticking out to give away her position, she decided to continue her original plan, taking him in her hand once again. Pumping his shaft up and down, she swatted away his hands as he tried to force her to stop, leaning her head forward once again and licking away the fluid from his tip.

"Are you ok, Sir?" the other voice asked tentatively, "I thought I heard a – noise – in here."

"I banged my knee into the desk. Thank you for your concern," Puck answered quickly, trying to hold his shit together as his wife continued to work her magic under his desk, "Is that all?"

"Umm, yes Sir. I'm the last to leave," the man explained, "Would you like me to secure the building?"

"No, I'll take care of it after I finish this file," Puck replied, finally letting go of Quinn's shoulder to grab the stack of papers on his desk, "You're excused, Andersen. Enjoy your night."

"Thank you, Sir," the man replied before turning to exit.

"Oh, and Andersen?" Puck called out, "Close the hatch on your way out, please."

Hearing the door swing shut, Quinn moaned as she took him as deep as she could again, quickening her assault on his erection as she suckled hard, Puck groaning out loud once again as his legs began to tremble.

Grinning against his skin, she pulled back once more, licking him from base to tip like an ice cream cone and glancing back up at him, making eye contact as he moaned once more. Quinn took the opportunity to wink up at her husband, gently licking the tip before bobbing down once more.

Between the incredible sensation of his wife's mouth and the fact that she was here in his office and on her knees, he couldn't hold on any longer, finally exploding into the back of her throat. Sweating under his collar and breathing heavily, he glanced back down at Quinn, the blonde kissing his tip softly before licking her lips seductively as she stood back up in front of him.

"Holy shit, Quinn. You're killing me!" he sighed, rolling his chair closer, "What the hell was that?"

"Did you like it?"

"Is that even a question? That was amazing," he murmured, pulling her down for a kiss, "I didn't think you'd ever be up for something like that."

"Seriously?" Quinn asked, looking a bit flummoxed, "I'm adventurous! Would you like me to make a list? Your truck, camping during spring break my sophomore year, the golf course, the gym at the country club, the airplane on the way to our honeymoon, our honeymoon… do I need to get the handcuffs out again?"

"Ok, ok, you win. I admit you're pretty adventurous," he replied, holding his hands up in surrender, "Though I've gotta say, I wouldn't mind if you whipped out the 'cuffs again."

"Mmm, that was fun, wasn't it," Quinn murmured, kissing him again.

"It was. I'd absolutely be up for a repeat, whenever you'd like."

"I'll keep it in mind," Quinn straddled one of his legs before leaning forward and kissing him once again, "But I hope Puck Jr. and the boys have recovered, because I have something else for you."

Puck would've been lying if he said he didn't like where this was heading, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. "Oh really? What would that be?"

"I'm not sure I should give it to you," she teased, biting her tongue between her teeth before cocking her head to the side, "Have you been a good boy?"

"Oh, I'm not a boy, Sweetheart. All man here," he replied, raising his eyebrow in challenge, he puckered his lips in thought as he stared at his wife, decked out in an oddly out-of-season trench coat and a pair of stiletto heels, his mind racing a mile a minute as he took her in, "But in response to your question, that all depends… what kind of boy are you looking for?"

"Hmm," Quinn murmured, pretending to ponder his comment before noticing his recently flaccid member had perked back to life, jerking slightly as if it couldn't control itself. Her mouth watered again as she felt another wave of moisture rush to her core watching his manhood as it reacted to her words alone, anxious to see what her next move was going to do him.

"Not gonna lie. Tonight, I'm thinking I want more of a bad boy instead," she husked, slowly untying the knot holding her coat together. Pulling open the lapels, she ran her hands down her sides before pushing the fabric aside completely, placing her hands on her hips as stared back down at her husband, her small baby bump on display in between a skimpy, matching black and pink bra and panty set.

If it was even possible for Puck's jaw to drop any further than it had while she was on her knees, it happened in that moment, taking in the woman standing in front of him. Quickly remembering where they were, he glanced around to make sure everyone had left the surrounding offices before looking her up and down, unable to contain his grin at his good fortune, "And I thought I was the bad one here. Who are you and what have you done with my prim and proper wife?"

"Well, you know what they say?" Quinn asked, shrugging the jacket off of her shoulders and letting it drop down her arms, the blonde finally pushing the garment off completely, never once breaking eye contact with her husband, "A good wife that will be bad is the best kind of wife you can have."

"I don't know who said that, but they're fucking geniuses," he murmured, reaching forward and grasping the back of her thighs before gently drawing her toward him and kissing her baby bump softly before trailing his lips lower.

"Tisk, tisk," she murmured, setting about unbuttoning his jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head, "So impatient."

"Babe, if you were sitting where I'm sitting right now and seeing what I'm seeing, you'd be pretty damn impatient too," he replied, pulling her arms down to bring her to eye level, wrapping his hand behind her head and kissing her hard.

Quinn moaned into his kiss, her hands fumbling with his pants as she tried to push them further down his legs, Puck lifting up slightly to help her out as she shoved them down around his knees. Her heart began to race as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding past her teeth to duel with her own as she reached out and grabbed the armrests on his chair to steady herself.

Pulling her onto his lap, he groaned into the kiss the moment her damp core brushed against his raging hard-on, a slight moan leaving her throat as well as she maneuvered herself to sit astride him, both of her legs draped over his as she continued to kiss him.

He traced her swollen stomach with his fingers before venturing further south, running his fingertips down to her knees before trailing them back up the inside of her thighs. He heard her breath hitch and knew that she was getting turned on by his touch, Puck grinning into the kiss as he began to trace her panty-line.

Quinn felt herself getting wetter by the second as his fingers teased close to where she desperately wanted them, her own hand finding his before intertwining their fingers and guiding his hand under the hem of her panties, giving him permission to take over from there.

Puck groaned as he stroked her from end to end, his fingers coating with her wetness as he teased her dripping folds, stopping to circle her clit a few times before continuing his ministrations in a maddening pattern. Four strokes up and down before circling her button five times, starting the whole pattern all over again.

Quinn sat there on his lap completely helpless and entranced by his touch, having completely forgotten that she could be stroking him at the same time, but the magic he was working with his fingers was so distracting she could barely focus on anything else. It was almost hypnotic the way he worked her, plucking, touching, and teasing her, paying extra close attention to her most sensitive spot before changing it up and slipping two fingers inside of her, stealing the very breath from her lungs entirely.

He pumped in and out of her, adding that to his already set pattern, watching Quinn's breasts rise and fall more rapidly as she sat back and spread her legs wider for him, practically begging for more.

"Ungh, God, Puck," she managed to squeak out, her voice breathy as a wave of heat threatened to tip her over the edge.

Knowing she was close, Puck changed up his patterned ministrations, deciding on an all-out assault on her clit as he began to spell out his name with his finger.

"Focus on my touch, Quinn," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending even more tingles down her spine as she writhed in his arms, "Tell me what I'm spelling out…Tell me!"

"N-O-A-H… P-U-C-K-E-R-M-A-Ah – ah – ahhhh!" she screamed, her hips bucking wildly as she came hard against his hand, unable to finish his full name.

Easing his hand away from her clit, he moved south toward her slit, gently running his fingertips along her trembling lips and waiting for her to start coming down from her high. Once she relaxed back a bit, he thrust his fingers back inside of her, his wife crying out in pleasure as her finger nails dug into his arms.

Puck's fingers thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, Quinn gasping for air as her body reacted to his touch. He knew just what drove her crazy, and as soon as he found out she could have more than one orgasm at a time, he had made it his mission to drag as many from her as possible every time they were together.

His fingers felt so good plunging in and out of her, but she still needed more. She needed deeper. She needed fuller. And judging by how hard he felt underneath her ass, he needed her too.

Her voice raspy and full of lust, she managed to husk out the words she had been needing to say for several long minutes, "More… I need more, Puck!"

"More what, Doll?" he murmured, "I want you to tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you," she replied, her voice cracking as his middle finger bumped her g-spot, "In me now!"

"I love it when you're bossy," he sighed, picking her up slightly and spreading her folds with one hand while his other hand pulled her panties to the side, easing her down as she slid onto him with ease.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Quinn dug her nails into Puck's arm even harder, her husband giving her a moment to adjust to his size before kissing her softly in the crook of her neck.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned, pulling out of her slightly before thrusting back in, keeping his movements shallow for a few moments as they adjusted to the position they found themselves in. He'd always fantasized about sex in an office chair, but the fact that his had armrests made it a bit more tricky to navigate.

"Mmmph," Quinn moaned, smashing her lips onto his as she shifted her hips to take him in deeper, "I love you."

"I love you too, baby," Puck replied, kissing her again before letting his lips explore the expanse of her neck and shoulders, one of his hands making its way up her chest to fondle one of her breasts while the other arm braced low across her abdomen, his hand splaying south to tickle and tease her clit even more as increased the tempo of his thrusts.

Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, her legs trembled wildly as she felt Puck's sinful fingers pinch her sweet spot, her voice lost in her throat as she tried to choke out the words, "Hard-er! Fa-as-ter!"

Puck grinned against her skin as he complied, hammering up into her at a breakneck speed as their movements caused his rolling chair to slide across the floor. The duo collided with a filing cabinet as Quinn continued to ride him hard, Puck in sheer awe at how amazingly lusty and sexy his wife was while she was pregnant.

And despite the many times Quinn told him that it wouldn't have happened anyway, he was still kicking himself for missing out on this side of her when she was pregnant the first time with Beth.

Increasing the tempo of both his hips and his fingers, he felt Quinn quiver from within, her internal walls contracting around him and he knew she was close, pulling out all of the stops as he pulled her earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently.

Quinn began to see white spots in the corners of her eyes, her mind swimming as pleasure overtook her body in waves of heat. His fingers were performing magic as he strummed her like his precious guitar and the expert movements of his hips drove her crazy, her body trembling with need. Taking it one step further, she felt him draw her earlobe into his mouth and suckle hard, the sensation rushing like electricity down her spine and straight to her clit, electrifying her body and pushing her over the edge.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come," she wailed, bracing one hand on the armrest while she wound the other up around his neck, leaning back and pulling him into a deep kiss.

His mouth muffled her scream of sheer ecstasy as he slammed up into her a few more times, her body tightening around his shaft milking every last ounce of pleasure from his body as he spilled out inside of her, his body twitching in sync with his heartbeat as the two basked in the heated afterglow.

Collapsing back into the chair, Puck pulled Quinn in close, the couple sitting in sweaty silence as they absorbed the feeling of togetherness, panting as they tried to regain their breath and some semblance of sanity as their minds began to refocus their senses to their surroundings.

"Ho-ly shit!" Puck sighed, kissing his wife's forehead before leaning back once again, "That was fucking amazing."

"You're telling me," Quinn agreed, nestling into her husband's embrace.

"Where did that come from?"

"Just a whim," she answered honestly, "I feel like you've been working so hard lately and deserved a break."

"That was a hell of a break," he laughed, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, "One that I would be more than happy to repeat whenever you feel like it… as long as it's this late after hours, of course. Don't want anyone else seeing you like this," he winked, grinning at Quinn's smile.

"I'd be ok with that," she murmured, "And maybe, next time, I'll have an office we can christen."

"Ooh, I like the way you think!" Puck replied, leaning forward and kissing her again, letting himself linger for a bit before Quinn pulled back slightly.

"I do have a slight confession to make," she whispered, pecking his lips once more before looking up into his eyes.

Noting that she didn't have the usual expression of seriousness that accompanied her larger, more severe confrontations, he figured this couldn't be that bad, settling back instead and smiling, "Hit me."

"So, since you haven't been able to make it home early enough the past few nights, there is a pretty good chance that I packed a picnic dinner for the two of us tonight."

"Really? That was awfully sweet of you," he grinned, glancing toward where she had set her purse before becoming a bit confused, "So, where is it?"

Pulling her lip in between her teeth before looking up at him from behind her eyelashes, "There is also a pretty good chance that I may have eaten it on the way over," she confessed.

Puck couldn't help himself, a loud peel of laughter erupting from deep within his chest as he watched her expression soften, a gentle smack on the chest following as she turned bright red.

"I couldn't help it! Your child was hungry!"

"I know, I know, it's always my child when it wants to eat anything and everything, no matter how gross," he teased, still not willing to let Quinn live down the fact that she had been craving peanut butter and pickle sandwiches like crazy lately, "But it's ok, Babe. It's the thought that counts."

"I did save you a brownie in the car though," she murmured, shrugging before settling back into his embrace, "It was the least I could do."

"Well, I'm impressed. And glad you managed to save one for me."

"I literally had to put it in the far corner of the backseat to keep away," she replied, smiling back as she nestled her head further into his shoulder.

"I applaud your willpower," he sighed, shifting slightly, still a little turned on that he was still inside of his wife.

Finally realizing just how chilly Puck's office truly was, Quinn let out a involuntary shudder, her body jerking just enough to pull away from her husband. She hadn't even noticed that he hadn't pulled out afterwards, the sensation leaving her feeling a bit empty as shifted in his lap.

"Babe, you're freezing," Puck commented, noting the goosebumps on her skin before running his hands up and down her arms.

"How can you handle it being this cold in here?" she asked, finally standing up and gratefully accepting the jacket her husband held up for her, sliding her arms back into the sleeves and pulling it closed, tying the sash off at the waist once more before picking up her purse.

"I guess you just get used to it." Laughing as he pulled his pants back up and secured the fly, he glanced back up at his wife, admiring her sex-tousled hair and flushed cheeks before easing back into his own shirt and jacket, "But if I had this view to look at every day, I'd be all sorts of hot all day long."

"Well, take a mental picture, because it's not gonna last long," Quinn commented, "Pretty soon here I'm gonna look like a whale."

"That's not true. You're beautiful pregnant," he murmured, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning on his camera app, snapping a quick picture when she looked back up. Quinn shot him a sour look as he admired his photography skills, Puck simply shrugging before offering, "For when it gets cold again."

"You're lucky I love you."

"That I am, Mrs. Puckerman," he replied, grasping her hand as he intertwined their fingers, the duo making their way out of Puck's office before securing the building and heading toward their respective vehicles, "Plus, you know you love the fact that I have a few choice photos of you in my phone. Hell, you even erased a few and demanded I take new ones a couple of times!"

"Yeah, yeah. You better keep that to yourself if you know what's good for you," she grinned, leaning forward to kiss him before climbing into her SUV, "See you at home."

"See ya there, Sweet Cheeks," he murmured, winking before closing her door and climbing into his truck, following her lead as they made their way home, both of their minds on nothing but picking up where they left off in Puck's office…

…And maybe Quinn's mind was also on the brownie in the backseat of her car – the brownie that most likely wouldn't make it home either.

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Oh, the night before had definitely been a dream. A hot, sexy, sweaty, borderline sinful dream at that, and as much as she wanted to shake him awake for another round, she couldn't bear the thought of waking him.

Simply watching him sleep, he looked just like a little boy. And hopefully, if she was predicting the gender correctly, the little boy she was carrying would look just as charming and peaceful as his daddy did when he slept.

"You're staring," Puck murmured, his eyes flittering open as he grinned before cupping her face with his hand, "And drooling?"

Quinn giggled, "I'm not drooling."

"You're totally drooling over me, Quinn Puckerman," he smiled, signaling to his chest, "You know you want a piece of this."

"I thought I had a piece last night."

"Oh, but you know you want some more," Puck murmured, grasping her hand and placing a gentle kiss against her palm, "You've got that look in your eyes. I know that look."

"I can't help it. Nor do I think I really want to either," she replied, leaning forward and capturing his lips, pushing him onto his back before straddling him again.

"Oh, and believe me, I love it," he smiled into her kiss, "But, you're gonna be the death of me if we keep this up. I need to refuel if we're gonna go for round four."

"You want some breakfast?"

"That would be a good start."

Leaning down and kissing him one last time, Quinn rolled off of him before climbing out of bed, "I'm thinking pancakes and bacon."

Puck simply grinned at his wife from his spot on the bed, enjoying the view of her rather nude retreating form as she made her way toward the bathroom, "You cooking?"

"Ha!" she laughed humorlessly, "Try again." Standing in front of their vanity mirror, Puck watched as Quinn turned sideways, checking out the size of her bump against the dry erase marker measurements they had been keeping track of, "I mean, I am carrying your child and all."

"Ooh, the guilt trip again," Puck chuckled, clucking his tongue a few times for good measure before pulling himself out of bed and pulling on his boxers, "Pancakes and bacon it is."

"I love you," she grinned, turning back to the sink to brush her teeth.

"You're lucky I love you too."

"And don't I know it."

Trudging his way down the stairs, Puck pulled everything he needed for blueberry pancakes, bacon, and eggs out of the fridge, setting a large skillet on the stove and heating it up before whipping up the batter and pouring it out in several smaller dollops. Pouring his egg mixture onto the other side of the skillet, he placed the bacon on a sheet pan and stuck it in the oven, knowing how much Quinn liked her bacon crisp.

After about ten minutes and a few flips and scrapes of a spatula, Puck was midway through plating their breakfast when he felt two slender arms wrap around his waist, a tender kiss between his shoulder blades sending chills down his spine.

"Smells good," Quinn murmured, reaching one arm past her husband to snag a piece of bacon from the plate in front of him before chowing down, "And tastes even better."

"So easy to please," Puck laughed, turning around to face her, his eyes going wide and his mouth going dry as he noted she was clad solely in his camo jacket from the day before, the baggy shirt covering just about all of her most intimate parts, the tease almost more than he could take.

Giving him a sly wink, Quinn grabbed a plate and began to load it up with food, digging her fork in and taking a bite before she had even made it to the table. "Mmm, delicious," she moaned, "I've been craving blueberry pancakes for a while."

Quinn had to admit, Puck was an amazing cook and she had to thank God for that. She could hold her own alright, especially in the baking department, but he was even better than she was in the kitchen, and frankly, his pancakes and cheese eggs were absolutely divine.

Puck, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at his wife's cleavage, now on display through the 'v' in her shirt. Granted, he'd had access to play with those glorious globes for the last several years, but now that she was expecting, they'd grown once again, filling out her shirts and bras even more than before when she'd had Beth.

The changes to her body may have had her cringing as she glared at herself and scrutinized every new pound and mark on her body in the mirror, but to him, every little thing about her was absolutely beautiful. She looked healthy, happy, and she practically glowed with vitality now that she was carrying their child, something he hadn't even known that he had missed since their sophomore year of high school. But hot damn, did he love it.

"Yo, Puckerman, my eyes are up here," she teased, finishing the last bite of bacon off of her plate before reaching out and stealing a piece of his, standing to put her plate in the dishwasher.

"Babe, I can't help it," he laughed, "They're too amazing to ignore."

She giggled as she rounded the corner of the counter once again, Puck reaching out and grabbing her hand before gently pulling her down into his lap. Lifting his fork, he offered her a bite of his eggs, Quinn accepting gratefully before divesting him completely of his utensil and helping him finish off the rest of his breakfast.

"Someone's hungry."

"I blame your son," she replied, smiling at him before taking another bite of pancake.

"Still thinking it's a boy, eh?" Puck replied, running his hand down her abdomen as he caressed her small bump.

"What can I say? I'm always right. Besides, he's got an appetite like his daddy" Quinn giggled, before glancing down at Puck's now empty plate, "And speaking of which, sorry I ate the rest of your breakfast."

Puck couldn't help but laugh at the guilty look on her face, "You're the one who needs it more. You've gotta feed the baby-machine. Make sure my daughter grows big and strong in there." Grinning at the slight scowl on her face at the mention of his prediction of a little girl, he ran his hand up her thigh curious to see whether or not she had put anything on underneath the shirt. And much to his delight she had not, a slight moan escaping her throat as he ran two fingers through her already damp folds.

"But now that you mention it, I am pretty hungry," he grinned, watching her wiggle on his lap before lifting her off of him and setting her down on the table.

Quinn braced her hands behind her as Puck eased her knees apart, biting her lip as she watched Puck dip his head and place a tender kiss against the inside of her ankle. Continuing his ascent up her calves, she found herself unable to contain the sounds that were coming out of her as he made his way further up the insides of her thighs.

His warm breath against her center made her legs shake, the anticipation building as he continued to plant kisses around her most sensitive area while avoiding the spot she wanted him to kiss the most. It was pure torture, Quinn practically whining for release before he finally gave her what she wanted, his tongue running the length of her slit to tease her clit.

The moan that ripped out of her throat was a thing of pure beauty, her head lolling against her shoulders and her back arching high off of the table as Puck continued to lick and suckle, grinning to himself that he was obviously doing a pretty damn good job considering how tightly her thighs were wrapped around his head. She had one hand gripping the edge of the table while the fingers on the other hand grasped for his hair and shoulders, her hips moving in tandem with his mouth as he did his best to pull every ounce of pleasure out of her.

Inserting one finger first, then adding another, Puck increased his assault on her core, reveling in her mewls and moans. He felt her inner walls fluttering tightly and knew she was close, crooking his two fingers up inside of her and suckling hard on her clit, knowing it would be enough to take her over the edge.

Quinn felt him raise a hand up underneath the shirt she wore to tease one of her breasts, his fingers pinching one nipple while the fingers on the other hand continued to work their magic inside of her. And his incredibly talented mouth… it was too much.

She couldn't hold on any longer, the pleasure radiating out from her core as her entire body shook and spasmed under his ministrations. She relaxed her shoulders as her head rolled back against the table, her hair fanned out in every direction as her breath came in ragged pants.

Puck finally pulled away just enough to glance up at her face, the look of sheer contentment enough to make him want to see if he could get another orgasm out of her. Slowly drawing his fingers in and out of her, he leaned forward and caught her lower lips in between his, taking his time teasing her once again.

Watching her body writhe on the table as his actions began to build her back up to a second climax, Puck's own body began to rebel, his legs quaking as the straining erection between his legs begged to be taken care of. And frankly, any additional sexcapades that would be taking place after he was done pleasuring his wife with his mouth would be rather short lived if he didn't take the edge off now.

Running his right hand down Quinn's abdomen and leg, he slipped it into his boxers and wrapped it around himself, moving it up and down his erection as his own fluids supplied the lubrication. His mind went straight to hell as the sweet taste of her against his lips and the sight of her breasts rising and falling rapidly with every frantic breath she took had him completely distracted from anything else around him.

He sped up his ministrations as he pumped himself faster, focusing on how wet and ready she was for him and how he couldn't wait to plunge into her. Her muscles tightened around his fingers once again, the two of them trembling as they neared their climaxes.

Quinn screamed as he increased his tempo, his lips attaching firmly to her clit as he suckled hard, plunging his fingers in even deeper. Her vision became blurry as her entire body shook, the need to find her release more pressing than her need for oxygen as her hips ground against his mouth, desperately seeking something only Puck could give her.

Puck felt himself pulse in his hand and knew the both of them were close, his desire to finish inside of his wife too great to deny. Standing, he pushed his boxers down as he drew his fingers out of his wife, suckling a few more times before taking her over the edge, Quinn screeching out her release as her nails dug into his shoulders.

He pumped himself a few more times as his mouth drew another moan out of her, teasing her clit for a bit longer before the slamming of a door and a cry not belonging to his wife broke the two of them out of the lust-induced haze they trapped themselves in.

"Aye Dios Mio! My eyes," Santana yelled, holding a hand over her face.

Quinn screeched in surprise as Puck tried to yank his boxers back up, quickly leaning over his wife in an attempt to protect her modesty.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Santana?" Puck yelled back, trying to hide his erection behind one of Quinn's legs.

"Quinn and I have a nail appointment at ten-thirty, and we were going to grab coffee beforehand."

"Shit, I forgot about that," Quinn murmured, banging her head against the table before turning her head back toward her best friend, "Have you at least ever heard of knocking?"

"I did knock. Twice. Even rang the bell too, but apparently you were too busy to hear. I heard voices, so I tried the door and it was unlocked. Great security system, by the way," Santana shot back, finally chancing a peek between her fingers, "You know, despite probably being scarred for life by what I just saw, I've gotta admit, it was kinda hot. I knew Quinn had volume control issues, but it's been a while since I've experienced it myself. Nice work, Puckerman."

Quinn's eyes shot open wide as she glared at Santana, hoping and praying that Puck hadn't heard the little slip at the end of her last comment. Not that she condoned lying to one's spouse, but there were some things that were better left in the past… and private.

"Normally, I'd thank you and think of some shitty remark to say back to you, but you're kind of intruding on a private moment, so it'd be awesome if you just left," Puck shot back, glaring as best as he could at Santana as Quinn finished buttoning the shirt back up.

"Private moment? I'd say," Santana snarked, turning into their kitchen before routing through their kitchen and pulling a coffee mug from their cabinet, "Way to contain these 'private moments' to your bedroom, by the way. You're gonna end up giving the neighborhood a show if you're not careful," she murmured, nodding toward the window near the front door, the curtains wide open to the front yard providing a perfect view to their kitchen table.

Quinn felt a wave of relief settle over her, beyond thankful in that moment that San hadn't divulged their little secret. However, she also knew Santana well enough to know that she didn't give a shit whether or not she or her husband were practically naked at the kitchen table, instead deciding to just guide her toward what she was looking for instead of having the Latina tear through her entire kitchen looking for the coffee, "The Keurig cups are in the middle drawer to your left. Half and half is on the top shelf in the fridge."

"You know me so well, Q-Tip," Santana commented, pouring herself a cup of coffee and helping herself to the creamer in the fridge, "Ooh, you've gotten fancy on me! Hazelnut creamer? Look at you!"

"Ok, seriously San, get the fuck out," Puck commented, still trying to adjust himself behind the now seated Quinn, beyond pissed off and literally painfully aware that they were interrupted before he could get off.

"Wow, what a great host," San said, grabbing a fork of her own out of the drawer before tucking into the remaining eggs in the pan on the stove, "These are delicious, by the way."

"I know, right?" Quinn quipped, wishing she had polished off the rest of the eggs instead of leaving them as fair game.

"Q! Not helping," Puck groaned, rubbing his temples as he felt a strong tension headache coming on.

"What? It's the truth!"

"Yeah, listen to your wife! It is the truth," Santana agreed, "I don't give you compliments often. Take this one as a win."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"No, you've got to be kidding me! You didn't save me any pancakes, Q? I'm a little hurt."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," Quinn replied, shrugging before settling back into a chair, "Carbs are my weakness, and this baby is a pancake fiend."

"Balls," San cursed, glancing at the spot at the table where she originally planned to sit before thinking otherwise, taking a spot at the counter, "Literally, as I'm not sure where your balls have been on that table, Puckerman. Not gonna lie, Thanksgiving here is gonna be a little weird this year."

Quinn just rolled her eyes, but Puck was full of fire, not wanting to let Santana's intrusion and subsequent ability to make herself at home without issue. "San, I'm gonna start sounding like a broken record here, but what the fuck?"

"I'm here because Q and I had a nail appointment scheduled this morning, numb nuts," she responded, staring him down, "I figured I'd come over to pick her up like we agreed. It's not like I planned on walking in on you eating something other than breakfast."

"You're such a bitch," he groaned, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his temples as he felt a headache coming on already, and Santana had only been there for five minutes.

"Thank you," she grinned, taking another bite of egg, "And if it weren't for these eggs, I would have actually apologized for interrupting your moment. So, sorry I'm not sorry."

Beyond frustrated at the fact that she couldn't seem to take a hint, Puck crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the Latina, "Santana, what are you still doing here? Don't you have anything better to do than to sit in my kitchen, eat my food, and annoy the fuck out of me?"

"So testy this morning," Santana mocked, "I would have thought that you would have been in a better mood from all the ass you got last night. At least your wife seems pretty content sitting there rocking the severe sex hair."

Quinn just rolled her eyes at her best friend, standing and getting herself a cup of tea before fixing a cup of coffee for Puck as well, making her way back to the table and retaking her seat. Puck, however, did not find this as amusing, his glare still honed in on the woman standing at his counter.

"Our sex life or what we did last night is none of your fucking business."

"Yeah, yeah. You obviously don't know much about female relationships, seeing as how we pretty much tell each other everything," San replied, "Ev-ery-thing."

A bit taken back by this piece of information, Puck shifted his attention back to his wife, the blonde crossing her legs underneath her before simply shrugging in response, "What? She and Britt are my best friends. We – talk."

"About everything?"

"About a lot," Quinn admitted, taking a sip of her tea, "Oh come on, you know how much San and I talk. Are you honestly surprised that we talk about some more, um – intimate – things?"

"Kinda," he replied, taking a sip of his own coffee and balking at the bitterness, making his way back to the kitchen and pouring some sweetener and milk into the dark roast, "Is privacy not a thing anymore?"

"That's pretty rich coming from the guy who was a little bit of an exhibitionist in the past. You used to have no problem getting it on in public," Santana murmured, "Maybe try locking your door next time, too."

"Look, I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable that we talk about stuff like that," Quinn replied, cutting off any retort Puck was going to throw back at Santana, "But sometimes I just need a female perspective on things. Sometimes, I need a little advice – in that department."

"You need a little advice in that department? From Santana?" Puck balked, laughing as he glanced back and forth at the two women, "Babe, she's a lesbian. She and Britt like different parts. What would you ask her for advice about? I mean, it's not like you need advice on how to go down on another girl or anything."

"Ha," Santana snorted, "She didn't need any advice when it came to that. Trust me, she was a natural."

Quinn shot her best friend a panicked look, shaking her head in a silent plea for her to not divulge anything further. However, Santana didn't seem to notice, polishing off the rest of the eggs and placing the pan in the sink.

It took Puck a few moments, but Santana's comment finally sunk in a bit. "What?" he replied, glancing at the Latina first before noticing his wife shaking her head at her friend, her eyes wide and her mouth was set in a tight line, the expression on her face telling him something was up. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that she didn't need advice from me about that. She was quite talented as it was," Santana laughed, finally turning back around to face the couple before stopping dead in her tracks at the look Quinn was shooting her, "Ohh. Oops."

"Oops what?" Puck shot back, glancing back at his wife as she sunk into her chair, covering her mouth with a hand , "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Quinn shot out quickly, "She's just screwing with you, Puck."

"Oh is that what we're calling it these days?" Santana egged her on, "It's been several years, Q. You still haven't told him?"

"Told me what?"

"He knows," Quinn murmured uncomfortably, "I told him a while back."

"Told me WHAT?"

"About us? Freshman year of college at Mr. Schue's wedding?" Santana smirked.

"Mr. Schue's wedding?" Puck began, glancing back up at his wife, "But I thought this – thing – happened when she visited you at Yale? You got a little drunk, and things got a little handsy?"

"A little handsy, Quinn? Really? That was the best you could do?" Santana snorted, shaking her head as she set about making herself another cup of coffee, "You know, I'm not gonna lie, pregnancy suits you. I mean, it's been a while since I've seen what's under the jacket, but hot damn, Mamacita."

Quinn knew San was just messing with her and Puck, the woman a professional when it came to making people as uncomfortable as humanly possible, but her mind began to race a mile a minute as she tried to think of a way to explain everything to her husband while attempting to save a little face.

However, given the look on his face at the moment, that was going to be easier said than done.

"Under the jacket? She's just talking about, like, the locker room after cheerleading, right?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for answers as he stared her down.

She had sworn that she was telling the truth after they played 'never have I ever' their junior year of college, but she hadn't been entirely honest about what had actually happened between her and Santana, and it was time to come clean.

"No," Quinn breathed heavily, swallowing hard as she avoided his gaze at all cost, "She's talking about the night we spent together at Mr. Schue's wedding."

"I'm sorry, spent the night together? What does that mean?"

"What do you think it means?" Santana replied, shutting up and sipping her coffee upon receiving another death glare from Quinn.

"Santana and I split a hotel room for Mr. Schue's wedding. We both had just gotten out of crappy relationships and got a little drunk and things happened," Quinn explained, focusing on fiddling with her fingers in front of her, "In my defense, you were at basic training and you and I were not a thing at all at that point."

"Things happened?" Puck replied slowly, trying to wrap his head around this major confession his wife and her friend just divulged, "What – what things?"

"We, um – we slept together," Quinn replied, "It was only a one-time thing though, honest."

"Two time thing," Santana corrected her.

"It was only a two time thing," Quinn repeated, "But just one night."

Finally gathering the courage to look back up at her husband, she wasn't sure what she should expect, but the look of shock and slight awe on his face was not exactly it.

"You slept together?" Puck asked, wanting to make sure he understood just what she was saying, "As in had sex with one another?"

"Yes," Quinn replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her face flooded a bright red as she sat there, feeling like she was under a spotlight now that the truth was out there.

"You, Quinn Puckerman, had sex with Santana Lopez," Puck replied, his eyes going wide as he took in his wife before glancing at the woman now sitting on his counter, "You had sex with my wife?"

"Ok, first of all, she wasn't your wife at the time. Hell, she wasn't even your girlfriend at that point," Santana clarified, "And second, don't look so shocked. Everyone experiments a little in college."

"You – you had sex – with Quinn? Freshman year of college, you two actually had full-blown sex with one another?" he asked once again, his mind reeling from both the truth and the fact that now it was flooding with so many mental pictures he had fantasized about in high school that he could barely handle it.

"Oh Jesus, you need to get your hearing checked? Yes, for the third time, Quinn and I had sex freshman year of college," Santana cried, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "It was a one-night fling, we were both intoxicated and lonely and one thing led to another. That's it. It's over now, it hasn't happened again, and we've moved past it. You should too. It's not that big of a deal."

"Not – not that big of a deal," Puck shot back, the shock finally settling in, "You slept with my wife!"

"Before she was your wife! Ok, you wanna play that game?" Santana yelled back, "You slept with my wife too!"

"That was in high school!"

"Same thing!"

Tired of the pointless bickering, Quinn slammed her hands on the table, stealing the attention back from the two people in front of her, "Oh my God, the two of you have slept with each other before! I don't know why this is such an issue!"

"Shots fired! I like it!" Grinning from ear to ear, Santana quirked her eyebrow at her best friend, "You know, now that you put it that way, our friendship circle was a little incestuous in the past, huh? That's fucking weird."

"You're telling me," Quinn agreed, feeling a little weirded out that essentially, the only two people that hadn't slept with each other between the two couples were Quinn and Britt.

"You don't – you don't know why this is an issue, Quinn?" Puck shot back.

"No! I don't!" Quinn murmured, her baby hormones kicking into overdrive as her eyes began to water, her emotions getting the best of her, "I'm not ashamed of what we did and I wouldn't take it back either. As a result, our relationship is closer now because I got a glimpse of what it is like in her world." She sniffled, wiping away a tear in the process, "Santana is one of my best friends, and I love her like a sister, but that's it. I just don't know why you're so mad at me right now."

"Thanks, Toots," Santana replied, handing her a tissue, "I love you, too."

"Quinn, I'm not mad. Seriously," Puck offered, his voice still a bit stern as he spoke. "I am a little peeved though. I really don't care that you slept with Santana at some point in the past," he paused, "In fact, that's actually kind of hot."

"You would think that," San quipped, only to be silenced by the look Puck shot her, taking another pull from her coffee mug instead of continuing that thought.

"Anyway… I'm not mad that you hooked up with Santana," he explained, reaching across the table and grasping his wife's hand, "I'm a little upset because you lied to me."

"I didn't lie," Quinn whimpered, her lip quivering, "I just – didn't tell the whole truth."

Puck quirked an eyebrow at his wife as she chewed her lip, "You kinda lied."

"I didn't –"

"Babe, I remember that conversation vividly, believe me. You told me about you and Santana making out and getting handsy, and I asked if things went any further between the two of you," Puck commented, grinning at the fact that he finally caught her in a fib when it was usually the other way around, "And you told me no."

Quinn sighed, slumping her shoulders, "Ok fine. Yes, I lied a little."

If it were even possible, Puck's grin got even wider, the man almost giddy at his wife's admission.

"You know, for someone who was as mad as you were a few minutes ago, you sure don't look all that upset now," Santana smirked, biting into an apple she found in a basket on the counter.

"Like I said, I'm not mad. A little disappointed in the fact that the truth was withheld for so long..."

"So, you're not mad?" Quinn asked, gnawing roughly on her lower lip.

"No, I'm not mad," Puck replied, smiling back at his wife.

"Such a perv," Santana murmured, calling him out.

"Shut it, Lopez."

"Yeah, whatever." Snorting as she hopped off the counter, Santana made her way back to where she had set her purse down and checked her phone, "Well, as much fun as this has been, we missed our appointment for today, Blondie. Wanna reschedule for next week?"

"Saturday morning ok with you?"

"Um, let's make it Saturday afternoon," Santana replied, winking back at her friend, "I'd rather not walk in on another – breakfast."

"You're fucking hilarious," Quinn murmured, rolling her eyes, "Send Britt my love."

"Will do," she called over her shoulder, making her way toward the front door.

"Hey San," Puck called out, wanting to get one last shot in before she left, "Just curious. Between you and Britt, who wears the pants in your relationship?"

"Give me a break, Puckerman," Santana turned back around and merely grinned, refusing to let him win this round, "We all know relationships work better when nobody is wearing pants."

"Ooh, Touche!" Quinn smiled, holding up her hand for a high-five, as Puck merely snickered in the corner.

Looking down at his state of undress, he had to admit Santana may be right about that one, shaking his head back at the Latina, "Valid point."

"Ok really, I know you're sad to see me go, but I've got a date with a hot blonde ballerina," Santana called out, making her way out the door, "Adiós!"

"She really is something else," Quinn commented, "I feel like they should name a hurricane after her or something with the way she can blow in and out of a room and leave a trail of destruction in her wake in a matter of minutes."

"Ain't that the truth," Puck couldn't help it, smirking at his wife as he nodded in agreement, "You know, speaking of blowing, I kind of feel like you owe me one."

"I owe you? How?"

"You lied. I caught you in a lie," he explained, "The last time you caught me in a lie, I believe the 'payback' led to you sitting on my face. I'm just saying…"

Breathing in deeply, Quinn puckered her lips as she stared ahead at her husband, "Even though you just got one last night?"

"Hey, they're good anytime of the day, any day of the week."

"Alright," Quinn agreed, realizing the deal was pretty fair considering the last time she caught him in a lie, she definitely had her payback. Twice, in fact. "Would you like to collect now?"

"Hmm, I don't think so just yet," he replied, pretending to look contemplative while in actuality, he took the opportunity to stare down her shirt, "I think I may save it for later tonight."

"Fine," she sighed, fiddling with the sleeves before standing and making her way back toward the microwave, reheating her tea.

"You make it sound like such a chore," he commented, tracing the handle of his own mug with his fingers.

Glancing up, she realized that was not the reaction she should have let off, "Hon, it's not a chore. Promise," she explained, "I actually kinda like it. Makes me feel powerful to know that I can make you have that kind of reaction."

"Then why the face?"

"Because I'm not used to this."

"Not used to what?" Puck asked, "Losing an argument?"

Shrugging, she agreed, "Yeah, it feels weird to be wrong for once."

"For once?" he snorted, sipping his coffee again.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep the rest of that thought to yourself."

Puck laughed, holding his hands up in surrender, "I don't have a death wish, Babe."

After a few moments of silence, Quinn finally broke the tension, her voice soft as she spoke, "So you're not mad at me?"

"Like I said, I'm not mad. Disappointed a bit that you didn't think you could tell me that though."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry," he replied, "But after all of the discussions about communication and stuff from a few weeks ago, I would like us to be honest from here on out."

"I can respect that," she agreed.

"And I want to know all about you and Santana," he added quickly, glancing sideways at her.

Realizing what he was getting at, Quinn scoffed at the request, "She's right, you are a perv!"

"Hey, I asked about it several years ago, and you were not very forthcoming. I feel like I deserve a little honesty there," he replied defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

She took a few moments to stare back at her husband, narrowing her eyes at him momentarily as she watched his body language and posture, realizing something was a bit off.

"Wait a second, are you insecure? Over Santana?" she asked, watching his face blanch a bit at the accusation, "You are, aren't you?"

"No – I'm just –" he started, watching Quinn shoot him a knowing look before finally admitting, "Ok fine, maybe a little."

Pushing away from the counter and making her way around the table, she took a seat on his lap once again, "I tell you what, for the sake of honesty, tonight before bed, you can ask me any question about Santana and me and I'll answer. Does that work?"

"Um, yes."

"I figured that would make you happy," she murmured, leaning forward and kissing him softly, "But that doesn't mean you're any less of a perv."

"Yes, but I'm your perv," he replied, kissing her again.

"That you are. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way," she responded sweetly, "So, what do we have on the agenda for the day?"

"I mean, I can think of a few things we could do," he mumbled, nudging the collar of the shirt aside to plant a kiss on her collarbone.

"Yeah, that moment has kinda passed," Quinn laughed, standing up and offering him a hand before the two of them made their way back up the stairs to get ready for the day, "But maybe later."

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After a long day of yardwork and a barbeque with a few of their neighbors, Puck was beyond anxious to get to bed that night, the promise of a little 'story time' from his wife almost too hard to resist. In fact, several times throughout the day, he had wanted to throw caution to the wind and ask some question or another that happened to pop into his head, but he knew that wouldn't go over well, choosing instead to literally write it down in his phone to remember it for later.

And finally, at last, the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived, the man practically shucking all of his clothes and diving into bed the minute they stepped foot into their bedroom.

"Hold your horses there, Champ," Quinn admonished.

"Do you know how hard it's been to 'hold my horses' all day?"

"Judging by the look on your face for most of the day, I could tell."

"Come on, could you really blame me?" he replied, following her into the bathroom and pulling out his toothbrush, "After hearing something that juicy?"

"You're just about as bad as Rachel was in high school when the issue of picking songs for competition came up," Quinn joked, "It's like you've turned into a giddy sixteen year old girl."

"Call me what you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you promised to tell me," Puck remarked, his mouth full of foaming toothpaste, "I can't help the fact that you just confirmed that one of my greatest fantasies in high school actually happened."

"One of your greatest fantasies?" Quinn chuckled, "In high school?"

"Ok, I'll admit, it wasn't just limited to high school," he replied, watching his wife quirk her eyebrow at him before continuing, "And usually in my fantasy, I got to watch or even participate, but still."

Quinn just continued to laugh as she rubbed lotion on her legs, "You're gonna be absolutely ridiculous about this, aren't you?"

"Not absolutely ridiculous… maybe just a little ridiculous," Puck agreed, rinsing his mouth out, "But nothing about this is ridiculous to me."

"I know, but still. Try not to act like a little boy about this, ok?" she asked, brushing her own teeth before following him back into the bedroom and changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top, "And I've been thinking. Since I agreed to answer whatever you ask, I do have one condition."

Contemplating this new development as he climbed into bed, he weighed his options, knowing that she would still go through with what they agreed to despite this condition. However, he knew how his wife could be when it came to imposing "conditions" on things, so he couldn't help the part of him that was a bit wary of this proposition.

Deciding the payout may be worth it, he agreed, "Ok, what is this condition?"

"The condition is that, once we talk about everything here, you can't mention it again. Especially to Santana. No adding more fuel to the fire," she explained, crawling into bed next to him.

"Are you serious?" he cried, "I can't talk about this ever again? Why not?"

"Um, because you're an adult, not a teenage boy bragging about a conquest," she replied, "And if you respect me and my privacy, you will respect Santana's as well. What happened, happened, and if you can't be mature about it and just live with the knowledge instead of sharing it with everyone, then I'm not sure I can divulge such – private – information."

Scratching the stubble on his chin, he thought about what that could mean. Thinking he could outsmart her, he decided to offer his own thought.

"Counter condition –" he began before Quinn cut him off.

"If this counter condition has anything to do with rubbing anything in Santana's face, no deal."

"So you're admitting I'm better in that department," he replied, leaning back against the headboard with a smug grin.

"I didn't say that."

"But – so she's better in that department?" he asked, the grin disappearing altogether.

"I didn't say that either," Quinn clarified, inching down into bed and finding a comfortable position, "All I said was that if your 'counter condition' had anything to do with you wanting to make a point with Santana on anything I say, it's not gonna happen. No deal. Either accept the fact that you'll have to keep what I tell you to yourself, or I'm not going to answer anything. And if you do not keep it to yourself, you may as well consider moving into a monastery and becoming a monk with how celibate you'll end up being, if you catch my drift."

"You can't be serious?" he replied incredulously, "That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"I'm five months pregnant, hormonal, and uncomfortable for pretty much eighteen out of the twenty four hours a day. And it's bound to get worse too," she warned him, "Do you really want to test me?"

"Ok, ok," he replied, once again holding his hands up in surrender, the feeling becoming all too common around her lately, "I can be mature about this. However, Counter Condition 2.0, if she starts something with me now that she knows I know, I get to at least respond."

Biting her lip as she rolled onto her side, she had to admit he had a legitimate point. "Fair enough," she agreed, "But ONLY if she starts it. No provoking her. I know how you like to prod her, but I'd rather avoid the 'Lima Heights Adjacent' version of Santana." Pausing for a moment, she added, "Plus, honestly, it wouldn't be fair to Britt to bring up the past like that."

Puck hadn't even thought about it like that. Both he and Santana were in devoted relationships with their significant others, and while his knowing about Quinn and Santana was one thing, Britt didn't deserve to be dragged into the situation, even if it was just ribbing between he and the Latina.

"Alright," he nodded, "I agree. I will not say anything to anyone, including Santana. And I'll even try not to say anything back if she does start something."

"Aww, thank you," she replied, leaning forward and kissing him gently, "I'm proud of you for being so mature about this."

"Oh, I'm being mature about the conditions," he replied, grinning, "I'm not sure how mature I can be once I start getting answers."

"Lord, here we go," she groaned, rolling her eyes before propping herself up on her elbow, "Alright, let's get this over with."

"Hey, I'll start off easy," he replied, easing himself down into the pillows, "Ok, first question. Were you honestly both drunk? I mean, let's be real, our first time, you used to say you were drunk but we both know that wasn't the case."

She couldn't help but laugh at how well her husband knew her, shaking her head before answering, "First of all, yes, Santana and I had been drinking quite a bit. You would have been proud too since I rocked my fake ID flawlessly, by the way. But honestly, I'll admit, I was buzzed and all, but not drunk enough to not fully understand what we were doing. And we were both totally coherent for the second go 'round too, to answer that question."

"Second go round, eh? About that," he grinned, "Who initiated the first time and who took the lead on the second? Because I know you don't just accidentally end up in bed with someone."

"Well, ok, I'm gonna preface this by saying that I was a little lonely and buzzed and curious and –"

"You made the first move, didn't you?"

"I may have, yes," she replied, her face turning bright red as she rolled onto her back, "But in my defense, it did just start off as a kiss. I just wanted to see what it was like and to see if she was as good of a kisser as I remembered from the brief encounter we had in high school as a result of a dare, and she was. But I will also say that she was the one who took it a bit further."

"Elaborate, please."

"Ok, she was the one who got a little handsy," she replied, "That I wasn't lying about."

"Handsy how?" he asked, pressing her for more details, leaning back and gesturing to his own body, "Feel free to show me."

"Well, when the kissing got a bit more – heated – she helped me out of my shawl and pulled me in close like this," she replied, turning toward her husband and wrapping her arms around his waist, grabbing his ass and pulling him close.

"Please continue," he smiled, letting her continue showing him how things went down.

"Then, she ran her hands up my back," she murmured, running her hands up his back until she reached in between his shoulder blades, slowly tracing her fingers back down his spine, "And she helped me undo the zipper on my dress." Finishing at the base of his spine, she leaned back up and kissed him again, "And the rest, as they say, is history."

"Oh no, wait a minute, what happened after that?"

"After that, she asked if I would help her out of her dress. I unzipped her and she turned back around, there was a bit of an awkward silence there for a minute until she reached out for me and pulled me in for another kiss," she explained, pulling back slightly before turning bright red again, "And I liked it, so I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her in closer. After a few minutes, she asked if I was ok and wanted more or if I wanted to stop, and needless to say I – didn't want to stop."

"Who uh – who went further first?"

"It was all kind of mutual actually. I mean, I think I ended up naked first, but it wasn't like she was far behind. At first it was all hands," Quinn murmured, tracing the muscles and lines on her husband's chest, "Just mostly exploring every plane and curve until we both were a little too hot and bothered to continue playing that game."

More hot and bothered than he wanted to admit already, Puck shifted slightly turning away a bit to avoid a bit of an embarrassing situation. "So, after all of this happened, what all went down, literally?"

Quinn laughed once again and smacked him lightly in the arm, "You really do want to know everything."

"I told you."

"She uh, she helped me out first and I returned the favor," she explained, her face flushed as she recalled the details of that night, still a tad too embarrassed to fully offer all of the details.

"Were things mostly just hands on or was there some oral action too?" Puck grinned, thoroughly interested in the answer to that particular question.

Rolling back onto her side of the bed, she covered her face with her hands, mumbling out a barely coherent answer, "Both. Primarily just her the first time, but I returned the favor both ways the second time around."

"Was it, uh – was it good?"

"The sex?" Quinn clarified, shrugging slightly before answering, "Honestly, yeah, it really was. She was patient and generous and – quite talented, if I may say so."

"What was your favorite part?"

"My favorite part, hmm," she contemplated, thinking back to that night before smiling again, "I'd have to say the part when she nibbled on my clit... just the perfect amount of pressure to send me over the edge. It was my first time, you know - coming like that. It's just ... memorable."

"That was your first time coming from oral?" he asked, waiting for her to nod before sinking back into the pillows. "God that's hot," Puck murmured, the images flooding his mind better than any porno he'd ever seen. He was already hard and wanted so badly to take the edge off, but by the look on Quinn's face, he knew she was embarrassed enough to be talking about all of this as it was and he wanted to respect the fact that she was opening up to him and being honest about what happened between her and Santana. Besides, he could always help himself out in the shower later on.

Taking a few moments to gather his thoughts, he finally gathered up the nerve to ask the question he'd been stewing about all day, almost nervous to hear her answer, "So um, when it came to the whole oral sex thing, was she, uh – was she better than me?"

"Puck…"

"No, just, honestly," he replied, "I wanna know."

"It was just – different," she offered, "Your fingers are different, your lips are different, everything between the two of you is different. As another female, she knows what feels good from experience. And frankly, it was really, pretty good. She knows what she's doing, and I liked it." She paused, rolling back over toward her husband, "BUT, even though she knew what she was doing, you know exactly what I like and what gets me going. I love the way your hands feel on my body and just the thought of your mouth on me turns me on."

"It does?" he asked, the grin returning to his face as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It does. But do you wanna hear a secret?" she murmured, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "You have something Santana doesn't. A very special part that I thoroughly enjoy."

"Oh is that so?"

"It is," she growled, running her hand down his chest before rubbing him through his boxers briefly, pulling back once more and wrapping her arms around his waist as she snuggled into his side, "And even though I enjoyed my night with San, it was one night and that's it. However, I thoroughly enjoy every night I'm with you. And every morning, and every afternoon, and every other time in between. And I absolutely love the fact that it's for the rest of our lives, not just one night. So, I know it may not be the direct answer you're looking for, but if I had a choice, I'd choose you every single time."

A wave of relief flooded through Puck, the man not even fully realizing how much he had been worried about how he stacked up against Santana until that very moment. Smiling, he placed a gentle kiss against her forehead, "I think I like that answer just fine."

"I'd hope so! I mean , it is the truth," she giggled, "So, anything else you want to ask?"

"I'm still trying to wrap my mind around you and San hooking up," he commented, grinning as he stroked her back, "I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I had plenty of not-so-PG fantasies about the two of you in the past, and hearing that it all actually happened is definitely a trip. And a huge turn on. I mean, I know last night was definite proof of how adventurous you could be, but I just never thought you were that adventurous."

"Like Santana said, people experiment in college – and I happened to be one of those people."

"Hey, I dig it," he replied, "So, was this like an all night thing or was it just kind of a quicky?"

"We took our time," she answered, "I mean, it took me a bit to kind of figure out what I was doing but since I know what I like, I just ended up going with the flow. San was pretty patient though. She was a good teacher, and if I swung that way, I'd at least know what to expect. For once, she wasn't snarky or snide about anything. She was quite – complementary – and she made me feel comfortable. She hasn't' been weird about it and hasn't held it over my head or anything since, and for that, I respect her even more now than I did before."

"She does have her moments," Puck admitted, "So, does Britt know about the two of you?"

"I think so, yeah. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, she and Santana have a pretty open and honest relationship. San's totally different around Britt than she is around everyone else, and they're really good together. They understand one another in a way totally unique to just them, and frankly, it's pretty impressive how easily they can work through things when issues do pop up. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've only heard San or Britt talk about a problem lasting longer than a few hours only a handful of times in the past several years."

"That is impressive. Personally, I like it when we fight. It's – cathartic."

"You just like the make-up sex," she smiled, "Don't think that I don't know that you start some arguments on purpose just for the make-up sex."

"Damn, you got me there. Am I that transparent?" he laughed in return.

"I've just known you for a long time… and yes, you are that transparent. I usually just roll with it."

"Crafty lady! I love it," he replied, leaning in and kissing her lips, "Ok, last question, I promise."

"Shoot."

"How would you feel about a threesome?"

Quinn couldn't contain the hearty laugh that escaped her chest, "Yeah right, Puckerman. Dream big."

"That's what I thought," he sighed, smiling back down at her, "But a man can always dream."

"You are such a perv."

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Taking a seat in the pedicure chair at the local salon, Quinn took a sip of her decaf latte as she scrolled through her phone, starting a message to her friend before the very woman she about to text breezed through the door. Donning a rather large, floppy hat and a pair of huge sunglasses, Santana plopped down next to her and set her purse on the side table next to Quinn's.

"Don't ask."

"Do I even want to know?" Quinn chuckled, sticking her phone back in her purse.

"I could lie and say traffic, but realistically, Britt and I had a rather extended happy hour that turned into a dance off that turned into a naked version of Cirque du Soleil last night, and needless to say, it's already been a long morning," Santana replied, finally pulling her sunglasses off to reveal the dark circles underneath her eyes, "And I'm sore in places that I didn't even think possible."

"Nice work!" she teased, pointing out what color of polish she wanted the nail tech to use before glancing back over at her friend.

"Thanks. I just need to remember I'm not a fucking gymnast the next time I drink like that."

"I would have thought that you'd have learned not to challenge Britt to a dance-off in the first place, drunk or sober."

"Yeah, that was my first mistake," Santana admitted before a smug smile crossed her lips, "Though I will admit the dance-off 'after party' was totally worth it."

"You crack me up."

"I'm glad I at least provide a constant source of amusement for you," she replied, raising her eyebrows at her friend, "Speaking of all of this, how did things go with Puck after I left last Saturday? Did you tell all?"

Quinn smiled and nodded her head, not quite sure how to really phrase things now that they were in public instead of the comfort of her kitchen. But then again, it was Santana, and she had no filter as it was, so what the hell?

"Ultimately, yes, I did," she answered, "After the first several months of our marriage was almost ruined due to shitty communication, Puck and I made a pact to be more open and honest with one another."

"He wanted details, didn't he?"

"Yes he did."

"Men…"

"I know, but technically I did lie about it so I guess the truth was the least I owed him," Quinn admitted, "Plus, I think when he found out, he was a tad insecure about how he measured up compared to you."

"Oh yeah? Who won?"

"It is not a competition," Quinn scolded her friend, "But essentially I called it a tie. However, he is my husband so ultimately, you know..."

"That I do, Toots. That I do," Santana agreed, "Plus, no offense, but I only have eyes for another blonde these days."

"None taken. I mean, I'm straight, but she's a babe," Quinn laughed, "You're a lucky gal."

"And don't I know it," Santana smiled, "Britt does know about us by the way. She has for a while."

"And she's cool with it?"

"Yeah, she's totally fine with it. She was with other people too while we were broken up," the Latina explained, "Neither of us can be upset when we both did it."

"But she's ok with me being a part of that?" Quinn asked nervously, hoping that her other best friend didn't hold anything against her for this one transgression.

"Actually, I was a little worried about her reaction when I told her four years ago, and yes, I told my fiancée about us four years ago, Princess Procrastination," she remarked, rolling her eyes before continuing, "But Britt actually said she was somewhat relieved that it was you. Well, she was relieved that one of them was you. Said she was glad you broke out of your buttoned-up, overly-preppy, Yalie sorority girl shell and actually did something out of character for once. So yeah, she's cool with it."

"Wow, that was a lovely description of my time in undergrad," Quinn replied sarcastically.

"Just calling it how I saw it."

"Adjectives aside, I'm glad she's ok with it. I couldn't stand knowing one of my best friends hated me for something like that."

"She still loves you, Q. Don't worry," Santana murmured, taking a sip of her own drink, "So, was Puck ok with everything? Truly?"

"I think so. If anything, I think it proved to him that I could be a little more adventurous. Despite going at it in his office the night before, I think he thought I was pretty vanilla for a while there."

"I'm sorry… in his office? As in, on an active military base, with other Marines wandering about, in his office?"

"Yeah, but it was later at night and everyone had gone home already," Quinn replied before correcting herself, "Well, almost everybody had gone home. It was just a whim, I don't even know what I was thinking really."

"I've gotta say, I'm pretty impressed," Santana replied, nodding her head in approval, "I knew I saw the sex hair the next morning."

"Ha, you caught me there," she admitted, "Well, you caught us there, I guess is the better way of saying that."

"Like I said, learn to lock your damn door and that wouldn't have happened," Santana shot back, "But all is good in the Puckerman residence?"

"All is good on the home front. He knows everything now, and I'm pretty sure it's provided him with plenty of mental images for years to come, but it is what it is," Quinn commented, a thought popping into her head at the last minute, "But you cannot egg him on. I was honest with him about everything that happened but part of our deal was that he has to keep it to himself. No starting things with you or taking any shots over what happened between you and me. I have given him permission to respond if you instigate anything, but otherwise, he has promised to keep this little tidbit of information to himself."

Santana puckered her lips in thought as she narrowed her eyes, "Is everything else still fair game?"

"Like usual, everything else is fair game between you two," Quinn replied, "Seriously, sometimes I wonder if we ever left high school."

"Oh come on, Quinn. You know life would be so much more boring without me in it. And your life would be beyond boring without Puckerman and me giving each other hell. It's like the law of nature or something."

"Setting aside your glaring vanity, I'd have to agree," she admitted, leaning back in her chair and smiling, "Life would suck without you or Puck in it."

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Yeah, I went there... hope it was ok.