Disclaimer: I do not own the television series Glee, and therefore I do not own any of the characters in this fic. Just like with the prequel, this fic title is taken from the Britney Spears song, "3".

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter. Originally, I was going to include the encounter at the dance studio with Puck in this chapter, but it's already a bit too long as it is. I also aplogize for the excess of typos you might find...it's late, and my proofreading may not be that great. Sorry! If it looks too bad in the morning, I'll re-upload.

Also, while Puck/Quinn is my OTP...and this story filed under their names, I have to say that this is a Puck, Quinn, and Finn story...so don't get mad about the Fuinn smut this chapter. Puck will get his turn. I promise.

Thanks for all the reviews so far, I love getting reviews so I know that people are reading.

Rated: M

"I don't mind sharing"

Puck informs her of this as he opens her car door.

"Where's Finn?" She asks immediately, ignoring his statement, and pulling her duffel bag over her shoulder, shutting and locking the door behind her.

"He's a having a quarterback-coach powwow with Tanaka" Puck says, pressing her against the now closed car door a little with his hips. They are masked from general view by the large vehicle Quinn parked beside. Her proximity to this car is also making it easier for Puck to pin her in, and give her very little breathing room. "We've got time...if you wanna climb in the back seat...I promise to do all the things you like..."

The breath she has very little of hitches in her throat.

"I'd like for you to leave me alone" She finally sputters, rubbing at her collarbone distractedly " And while you're at it, I'd like to stop waking up to your lewd texts"

"Just wanted to let you know you're in my dreams." Puck smirks.

"If that's what you dream of...then...eww." Quinn scoffs, attempting finally to push around his body.

Obviously, he's not having any of that. He keeps her in place with an almost gentle hand to her waist.

"It wasn't so disgusting to you Saturday morning" He reminds her in a whisper.

"That was a million years ago" Quinn snaps, even though it's only been a few days ago. "No...no...never mind...as far as I'm concerned, it never happened"

Puck rolls his eyes at her bitchiness "Do us all a favor Fabray, and rub one out before you come to school huh? It'd put you in a better mood."

"Just stop talking." She demands.

"Only if you listen to me first" He says a bit earnestly.

"Puck-"

"I don't mind sharing" He repeats the original point "I'm used to sharing...money was tight after my dad left, and I got a little sister...so I got really good at sharing..." He shrugs" I don't know a lot about a lot...but something I do know is that sharing something you really want...is better than not having it at all."

Her bottom lip trembles against her volition, and he reaches out and stokes it lightly with his thumb. She closes her eyes as he traces her lips, breathing shallowly. Finally though, she swallows and shakes her head.

"Noah..." She has no idea what makes her call him by his real name. Possibly because he just sort of exposed a little of himself to her with the whole piece of information about his dad. Using his full name sounds gentler somehow "You can't share a girlfriend like you share food...or your mother's attention with your little sister...it...it just doesn't work like that."

"I know I'll get the short end of the stick sometimes..." He shrugs again, rubbing the back of his neck. "He was there first...and first there calls dibs-"

"I don't know what you're suggesting" Quinn says, a bit of sharp edge back in her voice, "But I'm telling you...whatever it is...won't work."

She finally ducks from under his arm, but he catches her elbow.

"I'm not saying we'd both be your boyfriends...fuck...I'd be a really shit boyfriend anyway...I just..." He fingers a loose strand of her ponytail, pulling her closer "I want to see you...need to be with you sometimes..."

He kisses her now, and there's no use trying to stop him. It would do about as much good as trying to stop an earthquake or a tornado. She couldn't have stopped it even if she'd tried just a little bit. If she'd even wanted to.

But when their lips break, her answer is still the same.

"No." She insists, inhaling deeply "I'm not...I'm not some pleasure toy...I'm a real person...a girl..." Her hand wipes her lips, shaking a little "Finn's girl."

"But Quinn I-"

"Don't say it...just don't say it" Quinn is terrified of him actually saying those words out loud, to her face. She didn't think it was something she'd have to worry about, because he's Puck and while he might venture there in text message form, he's not just going to come out and say it. Now, she's not so sure about that "Don't touch me...don't kiss me...just don't"

This time when she loosens his hold on her, she manages to jog a short distance toward the school without looking back.

He's got every intention of catching up to her too, but out of nowhere, he's flanked by Mike and Matt.

"Where's Quinn running off to?" Matt asks, smacking him in the side with his geometry notebook.

"Hell if I know" Puck shrugs, shaking off the sincerity he'd had a few moments earlier "Hopefully not to fuck your mom though, because I already did that."

Quinn to ignore him the rest of the day. She really does. But he's everywhere.

In gym, they run laps, and even though he can usually lap every joke in the class, he lags behind allowing Mike and Finn to lead the pack. He keeps almost her exact pace the whole run, and when she leans against the bleachers sweating afterwards, he slowly pours a little of his water down her shirt with a smirk.

In biology, he steals her partners seat and won't move. He doesn't talk, but just his presence is enough to throw her off balance. He knows this. He knows it well. It's the reason that she adds the wrong vial to the mixture their heating up, and the beaker overflows.

In glee he sits behind her, and she can feel him looking at her. His voice fills her ears when they sing, drowning out even Finn's whose right next to her. When they all move into a single line to hold hands for the ending, his hand grabs hers intertwining their fingers, and holding her eyes, until she looks back to the hand Finn's holding in his blissful unaware state to break his gaze.

Even in her English class, which he doesn't have, she can't escape him.

Puck: need to c u 2nite

Quinn: not going to happen

Puck: plz

Quinn: no

Puck: plz

Quinn: too busy. studying at finn's house after school

Puck: after?

Quinn: dance practice

Puck: see you there.

Quinn: that was not an invitation

Puck: see you there

Quinn: okay

"I think I like it when you moan even better than when you scream." Finn muses, laying against his head board, "The screaming made me afraid I was hurting you..."

Quinn's blushing, as she pours over the history book in her lap "That's...that's very nice" She says flustered, "But we were talking about the the revolutionary war..."At least she was talking about it. Finn hasn't been concentrating all afternoon.

"And when you moan..." He continues right on, "It's like it's not even coming from your mouth...or even your throat...but from like, way deeper inside you"

She purses her lips and just ignores it this time, as she looks for her pen to scribble a few notes in the spine of the book. She really isn't trying to be cold. She knows Finn's excited to finally be a sexually active teenager, so it's all he wants to talk about. Especially since he thinks talking about it's going to lead to more of it.

Quinn doesn't want it to consume her life though. They still have grades to keep up, after all.

"Okay...did you find the answer to the third essay question yet?" She asks, even though his book is laying face down on his abdomen.

"Sit on top of me." He grins

"Finn" Quinn warns sharply, looking up.

"Come on..." Finn whines, pushing his hips up in the air a little, invitingly "I'll read while you ride"

"You wouldn't read." She predicts, giving him a knowing glance.

"True." He nods, "Soooo...let's just forget about reading for a little..."

Quinn says nothing, and continues going through the set of questions before her. Finn moves closer to her, tossing his book in the floor,. He kisses her knee and runs his tongue between the little ridge her folded leg has formed between her thigh and calf. She just shifts awkwardly, eyes hardening on her paper.

With an exasperated sigh of sorts, Finn rolls over and stands up from the bed, defeated.

"I'm going to get a popsicle..." If he can't get any goodies, he'll just have to frozen treat instead "I'll bring you one."

"Only if you have you cherry."

"I think there's only one cherry left..." Cherry happens to also be his favorite flavor, and Finn usually has a very good mental picture of the fridge contents at any given moment. "But I don't mind sharing."

Her pen stills on the page. Her eyes flicker over to him.

"What...what did you say?"

"I said, I don't mind sharing." He grins, before bounding out of the room.

Quinn bites her lip, and looks down at the page. She'd meant to write "Guilford Court", but her hand had instead scribbled the emotions she was feeling. In all caps:

"GUILT"

She snaps the book shut. She can't shut the book on her actual guilt though. Her guilt over Saturday morning. Her guilt over the kiss in the parking lot this morning. Her guilt over agreeing to see Puck later tonight. Her guilt over being sort of excited about that.

The guilt is making it a little hard to breathe in Finn's cramped little closet of a room, and she suddenly realizes how hot it is in here. It's so hot that little beads of sweat are showing up in her forearms, and she feels a perspiration line starting on her neck as well. Pulling the scrunchy from her hair, she lets her blonde locks loose to create some space and air. Her cheerleading uniform suddenly feels like it's made out of wool or something, and she pulls on the top of it to let a little air in.

It feels so good, that before she knows it she's stood up and is jerking the top wildly over her head. Then, because it makes sense she pushes down the skirt as well. She's sweaty enough by this point that she doesn't even have to unzip it. It just slides down. The red skirt hits the floor at the same time a red popsicle does.

Quinn looks up at Finn whose standing in his doorway, his hand still held in mid-air where it had been holding the snack in place. His lips are tinted lightly with red juice, and his eyes are wide in wonder.

"It's hot..." She explains weakly, still a little bit in a reckless haze, and worrying that he can read her guilt all over her exposed body.

She couldn't be misinterpreting the look more. "Yeah...it's hot" He swallows, nodding "...really...really...fucking hot."

Her cheeks turn as furiously red as the stain of fruit juice on his floor in the puddle the fallen popsicle is making.

"Is that one mine?" Quinn asks, pushing her hair to one side of her shoulder, looking at the popsicle he's still holding in a wrapper in his other hand.

"Yeah...there were two left" He just nods, not even really sure of what he's agreeing to right now. He has no idea what's in his hand. Quinn's in nothing but her black panty-set, hair wild, green eyes oddly frantic. He doesn't even know his name right now. The only thing he knows is that he's hard.

"You can help me eat it..." She offers backing up, because he's started walking toward her without even realizing it. "I really just need it to cool off..."

Quinn stumbles a little over the history book he tossed earlier. She catches herself on the post, sitting down hard on the bed.

He sits down beside her, having somehow manged to navigate over without stumbling as well, even though his brown eyes haven't left he since he came in.

"Here" He whispers, as he moves the frozen ice over her shoulder, pushing the strap of her bra down as he does. Her skin is so warm that the little circles Finn is making start to melt the tip of the popsicle, and the liquid runs over her shoulder and down her back. She shiver a little, and he leans over to lick the trail. He's eye level with her bra clasp as he does so, so he takes it between his teeth, and with one yank, it breaks.

Quinn shrugs the top off, as Finn moves back to meet her eyes again, holding the cherry pop out for her. They lick sides at the time, until after a few flicks Finn decides his girlfriend's mouth tastes better. He slides his tongue between her teeth, and she murmurs wrapping her arms around him. When Finn moves to encase her with his, he sort of forgets the popiscle, and it falls between her legs. She squeals as the chilly wetness stings her warm thighs.

"Sorry" Finn apologizes against her jaw, and moves it, tossing it into the floor as well. Later, he'll have to explain the stains on the carpet to his mom, but he's not thinking about that now. The fruit pop is old news. Or it will be as soon as he cleans the remnants of it from between her thighs.

His venture down south soon becomes more about getting her panties off than the syrup though. He employs his teeth again to tug at the cotton, and once the material is gone, Quinn runs her fingers in Finn's hair, clutching him as he buries his face between her legs. "Unhh" She murmurs as he works his still cold tongue inside to taste her heat.

Once he gets her exactly where she needs to be by kneading her clit with his tongue for a few minutes, Finn moves to stand up and get rid of his own clothes which have started to feel suffocating as well.

Quinn slides back on his bed, and when Finn gets back on and comes toward her, she climbs on his lap. He grins close to her neck as he moves a hand between them and allows two fingers to take up the job his tongue abandoned. "Feel good?" He whispers in her ear eager to ensure he's pleasing her, as she quakes and whimpers against his shoulder. She only nods and presses her forehead to his, closing her eyes each time he pinches her clit.

"Can I...please?" He grunts, begging to enter her. Her mouth open a little bit, eyes hooded with her own pleasure, Quinn nods, and soon feels him filling her up. It's his turn to start making primal noises against her slick skin as she wriggles around. His thrusts are slow at first, and he moves his hands under her ass to pull himself deeper in. This pace doesn't last for long though, and pretty soon it's rough enough that Quinn's holding onto his shoulders not only for intimacy but for stability .

She comes, with an arch and a moan. Finn's orgasm comes swiftly too. It was quick and it was dirty, but the way they're both gasping for air, as Quinn moves off his lap and they collapse into a pile of sweaty limbs on the bed, it's obvious it was good.

The room smells like cherry and sex. And it's still hotter than a suck-oven. The combination makes Quinn a little dizzy. Or maybe that's still just her guilt.

After they've washed off, and she's tucked herself back into her uniform and is getting ready to leave to shower before dance practice, her eyes flash up to Finn.

"I'm sorry." She doesn't know if this is for past misdeeds, or an apology in advance.

Finn thinks it has to do with the popsicle puddle she almost stepped in.

"Don't worry about that...I'll clean it up" He shrugs waving a hand, moving to hold her for a moment,s resting his chin in her hair, "It was worth it...even if it was sticky...it was sweet. "

Quinn smiles up at him, but behind her smile is the secret wish that all sticky situations could be sweet.