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: Just a note...it doesn't really come up in this chapter...but pretty much everything not relating to baby-gate is canon for this story...that may or may not be something that's important to keep in mind.

Rated: M

So it had started.

The sneaking around. The lying. The cheating. The living like one of those polygamists her father watched the documentaries on.

Some days Quinn felt so guilty it was hard to breathe. On those days she would just try to avoid Puck all together, but that didn't work. That just made it even harder to breathe. Impossible.

She justified it in her mind by rationalizing that this was the only way for them to all be truly happy. Finn got to live in the blissful state of ignorance he loved, and did so well with. Puck got to have the time with her that he claimed to need more than anything else, without having all the labels and pressures of a relationship that were too much for him to handle.

And she got both the boys.

It was a haughty and conceited thought, but her father ad always called her a princess. Where in the fairytale did it say that the princess couldn't have two princes?

The dance studio was their place after that first night there. Quinn and Puck's. Finn had never even been by the studio before. So it was a place that was all for them.

They didn't have sex in there anymore, not after that first night. Not that Puck didn't ever try to ease his hands back down into her tights or convince her to bend over the mirror-bar or anything. Quinn just didn't think it was sanitary. Not to mention how very exposed it was. What if someone had forgotten their bag, or if the night janitor wanted to get an early start?

Surprisingly though, even after being shutdown for sex there on several occasions, Puck kept coming back to the studio. Sometimes he'd stand outside and smoke a cigarette until he saw the others start to filter out. Other times he'd go on in and watch the last of the routine. Quinn would be able to see him out of the corner of her eye, pacing back and forth outside in the hall, sneaking glances in.

"So, " She begins one one of these latter kind of nights, as she's doing some cool down stretches "Which one them are you sizing up?"

"Huh?" He asks after a couple beats, because obviously with her bend over like that, his mind had been elsewhere.

"Which one of the other girls in the class are you scooping out...hoping to get lucky with?" She asks with a smirk that belies the insecurity of the question.

"Those dogs?" He asks scoffing, "I'm not in the market for a mutt."

"All of the girls in this class are gorgeous" Quinn counters. Not to mention rail thin with dancers bodies "Have you seen the Janelle's legs?"

"Nope." He pops out, "I guess I've been too busy looking at your ass"

"Only because there's so much of it." She pushes fallen strand of hair behind her ear, sitting down on the mat and stretches her legs apart, leaning forward over her calves one at a time "Finn likes Rachel's better."

Puck lowers himself into a crouch between her outstretched legs and raises one of his thick, expressive eyebrows "Did that stupid motherfucker actually say something like that to you?" He moves stray hairs off of her shoulders, making her shiver.

"Don't call him stupid." She breathes, "It's not fair...he's supposed to be your best friend." Quinn doesn't need to add insult to injury with all of this by bashing her boyfriend behind his back "And of course Finn has never said anything like that to me...I just...catch him staring at hers sometimes."

"Didn't I hear you call him stupid just yesterday in Spanish?"

"That's because he said 'El cielo es verde' and the sky isn't green" Quinn defends, her eyes dancing "Besides, I said it to his face...not behind his back."

Puck swallows. It's not like he's not a little bit fucking guilty or anything. He is. But he's also a guy. A guy in love. Add all the lust he felt to that love, and even the rabbi at his mom's synagogue couldn't blame him for his actions.

"Yeah well, even if he doesn't know the sky's blue...you can't blame him for looking at Berry's backyard...she wears those tight ass school-girl skirts all the time...those are practically an invite for a peep show." There. He'd defended Finn's actions. That had to earn him a few cosmic brownie points, right?

Quinn's eyes turn sharp for a minute, but then she sighs and bends one of her knees up to lean on "Skirts like that would make mine look huge."

"I prefer the pleats anyway." He says winking, mentally appreciating how much of her thighs those cheer-leading skirts reveal when she sits down. Quinn gives a weak smile, and he touches her lips "Why don't you flip over and I'll make you love your ass by showing you how much I love it..."

"Pervert." She snarls.

"Priss." He bites backs, leaning forward to nip at her lips.

She resists playfully at first, then when moves his lips away, it's her who breathes "Just kiss me Puckerman."

"Only if you take ride with me before you go home."

"I will." She agrees, "But no truck sex...and you have to buy me a milkshake."

He leans in and kisses her lips, "What world were you born in where you think you get a milkshake without a little truck-fuckin' as payment?"

At school, it's all about Finn.

It has to be. Puck knows that, and mostly he respects that. He doesn't interrupt when they hang by their lockers in between classes, doesn't pay any mind when she sits on his lap in the choir room, and doesn't even leap at the opportunity to make things owrse when Finn does something stupid and pisses Quinn off. He's more of a bro than that at least.

It doesn't stop him from leering at her during rehearsals though, or making little surprise visits to the girl's locker room. He almost gets caught doing the latter once, but convinces Santana it was her he snuck in to try and hook-up with. He pretends to be bummed when she says she on her period and can't, and winks over his shoulder at Quinn before he leaves.

Naturally, due to history, when Quinn feels a hand snaking up her skirt at the sink in the locker room, she thinks it's Puck. She bites her lip and opens her mouth to say something when she glances up in the mirror only to be greeted by Finn's goofy and endearing little grin.

"Hey baby," He murmurs, pressing her against the sink "Looking good out there."

"Coach Sylvester said I looked like jellyfish the way my legs were quivering." It's the reason she's in the locker room. To touch up her mascara. She's never took criticism well, so she always tears up a little against her volition.

"Mmm, quivering." Finn says, running his hand between her thighs, "I sort of like it when you quiver."

Quinn makes a breathy little noise and smiles hooking an arm behind her head and snaking it around his neck.

"Open your legs a little wider" He murmurs in her ear, and she obeys allowing him room to push the bloomers in the skirt aside.

"Finn" She protests and moans at once, "We have practice...she'll wonder where I am."

"This will only take a second.." He grins into her hair, "I just want to make you come." Finn had become pretty confident with his ablitites lately. Especially when it came to fingering. And his old piano teacher had said his fingers were clumsy and talentless. He sort of wished she was here right now to watch Quinn writhe slightly agistnt his chest from simply running a finger up the length of her slit. Only not really, because that would be odd because she was really old and shit.

Quinn arches her head around a little in order to press a couple hot kisses in the hollow of his throat. His fingers find her clit, and he rubs around it, feeling it become swollen and throb as he pinches it. A couple groans later, he allows two fingers to push in her wet entrance and move expertly, massaging inside her tight channel. She screams a little as he goes back to roughly handling her hot spot, and actually has to shift a bit to bury her head in his practice jersey to muffle the sounds her climax make her produce.

She shakes against him limply, as he readjust sher panties for her, patting her gently between her legs "Coach just thinks she's saw you quiver" He whispers in her ear proudly.

Feeling better, Quinn turns around and applies a few more kisses to Finn's sweaty neck. "I didn't think quiver was a word that was in your vocabulary" She teases, as she begins to ponder slipping her hands down the front of his football pants to do something about that erection she feels against her leg. It would only be polite.

"Rachel taught it to me." He grins without thinking, being distracted by Quinn's delicate fingertips inching under his waist band. At that name though, they still instantly. In fact, er whole body becomes rigid, and she backs away from him.

He realizes his mistake almost instantly "Q, baby don't be like that-" He reaches for her shoulders

"Don't touch me." She snaps, adjusting her skirt, and then her ponytail.

"I thought you were about to touch me..."

She snorts "Forget that...you can touch yourself...or maybe Rachel can touch you during your next tutoring session."

"Quinn, you know I didn't mean it like that...I meant she uses that word in practice a lot...talking about shaky pitches, or quivering notes...so I picked it up."

"Wow...you really hear every word that comes out of her mouth, huh?"

"Babe...you don't have to be jealous of her..."

"I. Am. Not. Jealous. Of. Her." Quinn bites out, poking him in the chest with each word. "I don't have to be."

"You don't have to pretend with me-"

"Get the hell out of the girls locker room before I scream bloody murder and get you suspended." She says hotly, gathering her make-up bag up. She's not going to listen to all of the reasons she should be jealous of Rachel,and why it's okay that she is.

"Fine." Finn grunts, trudging past her, but stopping at the lockers "But just so you know...why I came in here-"

"Let me guess...because you were horny and you figured if got me off I'd get you off?"

"No." He says, "Because I saw your face fall from across the field and knew that witch had upset you...said something to make you feel bad about yourself...and all I wanted to do was come do something that made you feel beautiful..."

Her lips twitched, as she spun her eyeliner in her hand.

"I guess I did a pretty shitty job." He sighed, turning around.

"Finn-" She calls out so small that thinks he might not hear, but he does, and instantly turns back around. She walks back toward him, and without saying a word takes up what she was doing before, sliding her hand down under the hem of his tight playing pants, taking him in her hand as he backs up against the nearest lockers.

"I'm sorry." Quinn apologizes into his chest as she works her hand around him. It's apparent by his throaty stutters that all is forgiven as she alternates grips and speeds in gripping his shaft.

But this doesn't stop her from continuing to mutter apologies into his neck until he comes with a jerk.

She isn't sure at what point during the act the apologies ceased being about her bitchy attitude, and started being about something else.

At night, she talks to them both before she falls asleep.

She has long phone conversations with Finn, because he says listening to her tired voice helps him fall asleep. Most of the time, he'll fall asleep with the phone still on his shoulder and his game controller still in his hands.

Quinn will be lulled to sleep too, but always gets woken up by Noah's texts. He prefers texting. Well, really he prefers sexting but Quinn can't get used to that...so the sexy conversation is usually one-sided on his part. Also, Quinn knows he likes texts better because he finds typing out sentiments easier than expressing them.

She can't save the texts, obviously, but some of them are either so sweet or so hot that she knows she has to keep them some way. So she starts writing them down in a little notebook she keeps inside her nightstand:

Puck: need you bby

Puck: my sis was watching cinderella. made me think of u.

Puck: if you won't txt me a pic of ur tits, at least one of ur smile?

Puck: dfjkjkdgljkldfjglkdjfglkdjfg

Puck: that last text is how i feel about u not being in my bed

Puck: touch urself and pretend it's me tonite, and ill do the same.

Puck: if i drive to ur house rt now, will you kiss me goodnite?

Puck: love u quinn

When she hides the notebook under the stack of notes Finn slips her in class after taking down Puck's latest sweet text (Puck: wish i could watch you sleep) she gets that sinking feeling that tells her that this can't possibly go on forever.

She tries to talk to God about it, but he's just another man in her life she feels like she's not doing right by, so she just holds on a little tighter to her stuffed lamb, kissing it's ears and telling it her problems instead. He understands. Her and the little lamb are the same...they both just wanted to be held, made feel precious. Maybe just a little too much.

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