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A/N: This a Quick heavy chapter, with only a brief Finn moment. I feel the need to warn about that ahead of time, because I know I have fans of both pairings reading this! I try to go back and forth...so I'll show Fuinn a little more love next chapter, promise.

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Rating: M

Quinn feels like she's going to explode if she doesn't get some of the new developments in her life off her chest to a real human being. Her stuffed animals can only take so much. But since she can't talk to her parents about things, or her sister who would tell her parents everything, and the Cheerios don't seem like a reliable source, one might think she would be out of luck.

However, these past few months in glee have made her part of another trio. One that doesn't include Brittany and Santana.

Even if at first she had toyed with Mercedes and Kurt, she has bonded with them since they joined the Cheerios to try and garner a little more spotlight. Then when Sue gave Mercedes a hard time about her weight, Quinn had been able to sympathize with her and form a connection over having hidden body issues of her own. Her alliance with Kurt had came naturally, seeing as they were both stylish and demanding, and Burt's budding relationship with Carole kept him around Finn's place.

She'd known Brittany and Santana longer, but somehow she found it so much easier to be completely earnest with Mercedes and Kurt. Well, not easy exactly. At first, it was a little like telling her parents. Especially given their almost maternal like reactions.

"A threesome? Are you serious white girl? Are you asking for hepatitis?"

Kurt nodded, "Noah Puckerman has been with every girl at this school practically...tell me you sanitized afterward? In fact, sanitize again now...there's down there cleanser in my bag...I'll look away to give you privacy."

Then, came the more teenage and intrigued reactions.

"Which one's bigger?"

"Which one's better?"

"Finn likes to do it from behind, doesn't he?"

"I bet Puck likes it rough and dirty?"

"What do their orgasm faces look like?"

"KURT." Mercedes puts her hands on her hips, "Stop asking so damn many questions...maybe I have some..."

"Sorry." Kurt says with a thin smile.

Mercedes turns back to her earnestly.

"Please tell me this wasn't something they got you drunk and made you do baby girl..."

Kurt looks concerned for a moment, his intrigue faltering. "That...that would be rape. Good god Quinny-"

"Nobody raped me,,,,it sounds wild and dirty...but it was actually really sweet" Quinn assures them both "I wanted them both...I" She takes a breath "I want them both."

Kurt turns sideways on the piano bench "Your last sentence...it leads one to believe that you are still engaging in immoral activities with both of these boys."

The look on her face before she drops it in her hands says it all, and Kurt and Mercedes share a look.

"Finn doesn't know?" Mercedes breathes.

Quinn shakes her head "No...no of course he doesn't...he thinks it was just a one time thing...for the life experience."

"One hell of a life experience" Kurt lifts a brow "Two football players in one night? Thanks for living my dream, bitch."

"What Kurt meant to say is-" Mercedes begins as if she has something mature to add, but instead reiterates "Damn girl, you're livin' my dream!"

She laughs darkly, wiping at her eyes.

"Well it's nothing to cry over blondie bear" Kurt sighs, "Just tell Puckerman he's had his last lick of the ice cream cone, give Finn a few free scoops of whipped cream, and call it all an even sundae."

Mercedes rolls her eyes, "Horrible ice cream analogies aside, Kurt has a point...chalk it up to a small crime and move on..."

"I can't...I can't because I wouldn't know who I wanted to move on with."

They exchange another look, and say in unison "Quinn-"

"Puck loves me." She breathes.

Mercedes snorts "Puck loves sex, and lots of it...he'd say anything to keep putting his stromboli in the head cheerleader's oven."

"If I'm not allowed to make food analogies neither are you." Kurt snaps, "And...I...I'm actually sort of inclined to believe his feelings may be in an earnest...or as earnest as feelings from him possibly can be"

Mercedes lifts her brow, and Quinn uncovers her face to listen to him explain.

"I mean, Sadie you're my bff...and I'd never sneak around with Will Smith behind your back because I know how you feel about him...unless it was true love."

"I have a hard time thinking Puck's as good of a friend as you are..." Mercedes argues.

"Say what you want about him...but I know those football jocks...I was one of them...briefly" Kurt shrugs, "They're loyal to one another...often to a fault."

"Puck cares about Finn" Quinn agrees, "But he just...cares about me too. He can't help it...we can't help it."

Everything is silent in the empty choir room, and Kurt plays a few notes on the piano to make at least some noise.

"You're not going to tell are you?" Quinn asks.

"We're your best friends...of course we're not." Mercedes says, but gives a sharp look to Kurt "And if you even think about using this is a little leg up in your crush on Finn, I'll smack the ommph right out of your bangs"

"I'm offended that you would suggest such" Kurt rolls his eyes, "And my crush on Hudson waned the minute that bisexual soccer player from Brazil arrived on campus." He moves his hair from his face, "Plus we're developing a brotherly relationship, and incest is not one of my kinks..."

"So...what should I do...who do I choose...and how do I let the other one down?"

Usually Quinn thinks the shared looks between the pair are pretty cute, but this next one lasts so long, she wants to scream.

"I can't hear your mental conversations, you know..."

"Sorry...I just had to make sure we were in agreement before I spoke for the both of us...and if I'm reading Kurt's eyes right...and he's thinking like I'm thinking...then we think-"

"That mama should keep both the stallions."

"Thanks for the eloquence K. " The diva sighs, "But I do agree with him...I mean...it seems like you got a good thing going...white knight and the dark knight...everyone's happy...everyone's getting what they want-" She scratches Quinn's shoulder "Finn's a good guy and I care about him...but I won't lie...at the end of the day, it's your happiness I care about most boo."

Kurt nods vehemently. "If ever there was a woman who had the strength to handle two men...it's you darling." He smiles, "Like a modern day Helen of Troy, or Lady Guinevere"

"Kurt-" Quinn blushes

"Although I am little worried about them breaking your vagina."

"Kurt!" Quinn blushes more.

"Just be careful. Especially with Puck...because even if you didn't answer me, I just know he's the type that likes it rough."

"Living outside Kurt's bondage fantasies for a moment..." Mercedes grins "Baby girl...we're young...you're sixteen...I say get your kicks while your still young enough to get them...live for the moment..."

Kurt gives a high five to this, keeping Mercedes hand clasped in his, and moving to hold Quinn's as well "Me and my girls...we live a cut above the rest...we take what we need, and what we want."

Quinn smiles even with the tears glistening in her eyes.

Encouraged by the reactions of her closest friends, Quinn agrees to go to Puck's house after school.

Since she put celibacy club on hiatus, Finn's celebrating his free Thursday afternoon by having a miniature Halo tournament with Artie.

She's never been to Puck's place before. If they're not at the studio or in one of their cars, they spend time together at her place because his mom's home more than her parents are. Plus, she just feels more at home on her own turf. Puck's place is new, different, strange to think about.

His mom's away taking care of some uncle who had a stroke. She took the little brat with her, which means the Puckerman palace is all his.

Of course the Puckerman palace is a shitty little three-bedroom on the wrong side of town with paint chipping on the outside, and mismatched furniture on the inside. As simple and plain as it may be, he's never felt ashamed of it until she steps into it wearing her perfectly ironed soft pink capri pants and her expensive looking blouse with the flowers on it. Even her shiny gold ballet flats look out place against the gritty looking shag carpet of his den.

"You want...uh...a tour or something?" He asks, running his foot over a cigarette burn near the couch.

"That's okay." She says softly, because Puck doesn't exactly sound like playing tour guide is something he wants to do.

"Want a wine cooler or some water?"

"I'm fine." She nods, running her fingers awkwardly through her hair, eying the place.

"Look, I know it's sort of a rat den compared to what you're used to" He begins, "I mean, you look like just being in here's making you itch"

"Maybe I'm just itching for you to touch me." She whispers. He hasn't since she came in, and the since he's usually immediately all over her when they're alone, it's making her nervous.

He's surprised by her answer, but the cocky bastard in him doesn't let it show, "Woah...a little forward there, Fabray." He grins as he leans forward to plant a gentle kiss on her waiting lips, taking a hold of her waist with one hand as he does so. Since she wants to be touched, he leaves his hand in place even after he removes his lips, guiding her down the hall.

"Come on, I got new guitar I want to show off" " 'Got" as in he was smoking a joint with Amizio last week at his place when he mentioned his Dad had a bunch of old ones he didn't play anymore. If he didn't play any of them, he wouldn't miss one of them, right? No need to get specific with Quinn on where he got it though.

He opens the door to small, plain room with a bed much smaller than the one she sleeps in. "See babe, I even cleaned up because I knew you were coming" Meaning he tossed three weeks worth of dirty laundry into his mom's closet, and took down several posters of bikini clad babes.

"Awww, how adorable." Quinn cooes playfully She fingers the collar of shirt, her lips pulling into an even deeper smile as she realizes that he's actually wearing a shirt with a collar...even if the black material is folded up at the arms, and it's pretty wrinkled. It's not one of his usual muscle shirts with no sleeves or one of those purposefully tight thermal tops. , "You really must care about me"

"Maybe I do." Puck tries his best to suppress a smile and look flippant, "Or maybe the girl that was here before you just left such a mess-" He's cut off as Quinn's tiny fists playfully pummel his chest in retaliation for his teasing, but he quickly grabs her wrists and captures her mouth pushing her back into the bedroom.

His tongue tangles passionately around her's, and the sensation encourages Quinn's hands to break free from his grasp so she can work to strip off his clothes; his top is gone and his pants are at his ankles before he can even use his foot to click the door shut behind them. Once he kicks off his bottoms, he immediately tugs down his boxers too. Quinn reaches for the hem of her loose shirt, but Puck stills her hands kissing one and moving away from her to prop himself proudly on his bed, eyes watching her expectantly.

"Give me a show, babe." He grins, if the message wasn't clear.

A pinky blush finds it's way into her cheeks, and the her lashes cover her eyes as she timidly pulls up her shirt just enough to reveal her smooth stomach "Like this?" She asks, her fingers running over the silky surface. He nods, licking his lips. The shirt rises a little more, showing just a hint of her lacy bra, but Quinn shivers under the scrutiny of his heavy gaze and lets it fall back in place. "I'm too shy for this."

Puck doesn't understand how. Not only is she gorgeous, but here in his ugly little house, she should feel like some fucking rose growing in the middle of a bunch of weeds or something. "I don't believe you're shy." He counters, raising an eyebrow "Take it off."

She runs a hand innocently through her blonde hair, pulling the clips out of it, allowing her braid to loosen, the wavy hair falling in her eyes. Then, in a single fluid motion, she gets rid of her shirt, tossing it aside. His appreciative grunts ease her skepticism, as does his full erection. She doesn't know the half of it, because seeing his girl in just her little lacy bra and rose-colored pants standing so far away is killing Puck. It takes all his will power to stay in place when she unhooks her bra and lets it slide down her frame excruciatingly slow. He has to literally close his eyes for a minute to keep himself from getting up to grab her. The need to touch her is becoming furious.

When his eyes open, she's moved closer. She's right at the edge of the bed now, cupping her breasts lightly to tease him before she moves her hands at the same time to the single button on her pants. Before they've reached the floor, Puck's hands have already reached her, jerking her panties down, forcing them to follow her capris to the floor. He settles back in his place on the bed wordlessly, save for the husky noise coming from his throat, and Quinn settles over top of him, a knee on each side of his hips.

Her lips curve into a slightly self-assured smile when she feels how hard he is against her leg, knowing he's eager to push in. Also knowing that he's too cool to show how eager. He just hums pleasantly, moving the curtain of hair from her green eyes, his hands trailing down to rest on her hips. He waits for her to initiate calmly, trying to maintain a little bit of an air that says he could take it or leave it. That he isn't desperate. Unfortunately, there is no hiding the desperation when she finally sinks down on him, engulfing him in her wet center.

"Fuck Quinn" He strains out, as she takes him all the way into her warm core. She laughs a little coyly, as she begins rolling her hips over him, adjusting to the angle. He likes the way she's enjoying being in charge, so he resolves to let her take things at her own pace, find her own rhythm. However, this doesn't mean he isn't going to let his hands roam up her creamy torso, caressing her skin, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.

"Mmmm," Quinn moans quietly as her head rolls back onto her shoulders. Her movements are slow and steady. She blushes at Puck's intense gaze, and his admiring groans as he watches her naked body on full display, gently bouncing above him as she rocks, but she relaxes quite a bit when his roaming fingers run down her stomach to gently touch the spot where they're joined. Between the deep movement of her hips and Puck's hands, the blonde feels herself quickly reaching her peak. Just as her orgasm is about to hit and her body shudders deliciously around him, Puck moves his hands to tightly grasp her lower body and take control. His fingers dig possessively into her hips, and as he holds her still and so he can thrust rapidly upwards into her, she feels her orgasm build in a flurried mess of sensations.

Then she hears the rapid knocks on the front door.

"Noah?" She asks, as she pulls herself away from him, covering her bare breasts with her hands as if whoever's knocking at the front of the house is standing right there.

Puck doesn't respond to her ,and doesn't even turn his head toward the noise. He just growls—a deep guttural sound coming from his chest—and pounces on Quinn, flipping her over on her back and covering her mouth with his. Their tongues clash as Puck runs his hands up and down her body, trying to touch every part of her now that she's under him. His mouth runs a trail down the side of her neck, nibbling on her soft flesh and enjoying all of the tastes and feelings he had been missing out on with Quinn above him. She writhes and wriggles underneath him, begging for more, the knocking forgotten, and Puck finally slides back into her with one deep thrust. A gasp is pulled from her lips, and her legs move to lock around him, her orgasm overtaking her within seconds. Puck's is not far behind, and he struggles for breath as her legs loosen around him, and he slides off of her.

"Damn, baby," He pants down at her, "You can't just stop right in the middle like that." He runs a gentle hand through her mussed up hair, and collapses beside her.

"I heard knocking." Her eyes grow wide remembering what their climaxes made her forget. "Someone's at the door...you have to go see who's there." She stutters, pulling herself under his covers.

"Whoever they are, they probably heard you moaning a minute ago and decided to leave us the hell alone." Puck insists, but is already moving from the bed to find his boxers and go check the front door.

While he's gone, Quinn convinces herself it's Finn. He's there to collect some video game he lent Puck or something, and he's seen her car in the driveway...and he's going to come barging in the room any minute, hurt and demanding answers. And she'll be here, completely naked under his best friend's duvet cover with nothing to say. All the assurance Mercedes and Kurt tried to give her slips from her mind, and she rustles around for her panties, thinking it best to have at least those on while she tries to explain herself.

"I hope you don't plan on putting those back on...or we're going to have real problems, Princess" Puck grins reentering the room, his thumbs hooking in his own shorts to tug them back down. "Relax, it was just the fucking water meter reader guy"

"I thought it was Finn." She says honestly, letting the panties drop from her fingers, as Puck settles on his knees between her legs.

"Hey, that's my boy...but I have a rule...don't say his name in my bed." His eyes lips dance playfully, but the look in his eyes says he means it. "Now lay back and let me taste you...and maybe I'll play you a song later"

Puck smirks as she lays out flat for him, but as his tongue starts dancing up her thigh, it's his gut that feels tight. Because he saw that look of ugly shame in her eyes, and he knows that before long this is going to be all over.

He better enjoy it while he can.

Finn's surprised Quinn's not home when he goes by her house to let her know he bested Artie in their tournament. A feat he's very proud of. He car's not in the driveway though, and he doesn't have enough signal on his telephone to try and text or call her.

He decides to just check with her mom to see where she is, and knocks on the door, whistling.

It's Mr. Fabray who answers.

"Finnson" He says, reaching up to pat him on the shoulder, Finn has told Quinn's dad probably twenty times that "Finn" is not short for anything, He obviously doesn't believe him "Quinny's not here right now...off with some of them cheerleaders or dancers or something...probably buying make-up or getting pedicures or something...she loves to spend Daddy's money."

Finn just nods.

"Yeah...she's got expensive tastes that one. " Daddy Fabray laughs his big cocky laugh, "She gets it from me...wouldn't catch that one dead slumming it...you better keep that in mind boy...it'll be you footing the bill one of these days." He's already decided that Finn is perfect for his daughter. An athlete, who sings also...and has a pretty stellar school record? His grades might not be up to snuff, but a football scholarship will smooth those over.

"I hope so." Finn smiles, unsure of whether a girl like Quinn would actually marry him. There's times he can't believe she's actually dating him.

"Come on in...you can wait for her"

"I can't, I've got to get home before dinner...but if I could leave her a note or something in her room?"

"That's so sweet." Judy Fabray coos, coming up behind her husband and hugging his arm "Go right ahead dear."

"He's a good boy..." The older man sighs, as Finn bounds up the steps "I just wish he didn't make me feel like an ant."

In Quinn's room, Finn looks around for a pencil and can't find one. He rummages around in the top drawer of her nightstand, grinning at the bundle of his notes she keeps tucked there. There's a small notebook underneath them, and he's got his hand on it, when he he has a better idea.

When Quinn gets home that night, after her mom fusses over her because she looks so tired and flushed (she's a little tipsy from her third martini), she finds Finn's note. On her mirror, written in her lipstick.

"I beat Artie in Halo...wish you'd been home...wanted a victory kiss.

I love you.

Finn.

PS: Your makeup cleaner brings this right off...I tested it first."

The note makes her irritated at first, then of course it makes her smile. Finally, it makes her cry a little bit. She employs the same tissue she wipes her tears on to clean the mirror.

Finn was wrong. The make-up cleaner streaks horrible, and her mirror is still a blurry mess when she's done wiping it She's not mad though, because she didn't exactly want to look at herself in it anyway. And she really doesn't mind the mess. Perhaps it's a sign that just because something's a mess, doesn't mean it didn't begin as something backed by good intentions. And the mirror's not ruined.. No permanent damage is done. So maybe...maybe Kurt and Mercedes are right.

Sorry for typos.

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