Disclaimer: I do not own the television series Glee, and therefore I do not own any of the characters / major plotlines in this fic.
A/N: I'm not that happy with this update...but story is about to pick up a bit soon. Thanks for all the reviews, I love getting reviews.I hope you all stick with the story even in the slow moments!
L - To answer you question about condoms, even though I don't talk about them, in my mind all this sex Quinn has been having with the guys thus far has been safe. Sorry I don't talk more (/at all) about the protection part. I guess I get too into the smut!
Rating: M
Quinn and the girls are lounging on the bleachers between drills, Santana's head in Brittany's lap when she looks away from the guys on the field.
"I need to tell you guys something..." She begins warily.
"That Coach Sylvester is a bitch." Santana complains, sour that the woman had berated her earlier "We already know that."
"No-" Quinn starts, but Brittany cuts her off.
"She and Finn are having sex." She says matter-of-fact like, playing with Santana's hair.
"How did you know?" Quinn gasps, because she's told no one, and has forbidden Finn to tell anyone.
"You don't have virgin eyes anymore...and you walk different."
"Wait...wait..." Santana says sitting up, "So it's true? You gave it up to cabbage patch?"
"I-"
"Ah! You did, you slut puppy!" Santana bolts up from Brittany's lap and tackles her, nearly knocking her from the bleachers. Quinn awkwardly returns the hug, and Brittany claps lightly because she's confused as to what else to do.
"So was it horrible? I mean, aside from Frankenstein being all limbs, first times are always bad..."
"And sweaty..." Britt offers, "But I really like the sweaty part...it reminds me of being in a swimming pool"
"It wasn't bad...it was good." Quinn counters, playing with her ponytail, memories of being pressed between two football bodies running through her head, making her blush in simultaneous pride and shame. "It was really good."
"That makes me want to sleep with Finn." The always honest Brittany reveals, "He's the only athlete I haven't slept with...I even slept with the mascot..."
"We don't have a mascot Britt" Santana reminds, "You just slept with the weird guy who wears costumes all the time."
"It was like having sex with Halloween" She smiles.
Quinn laughs a little bit, winding a strand of hair around her finger. "There's something else I need to tell you..."
The cheerleaders lean in with interest, because finally their leader seems to be on their wave length, having something interesting to talk about rather than religion and college and stuff.
"I'm-" Quinn begins, meaning to spill about the threesome and her continued relationship with both Finn and Puck, but then two things strike her. First, telling San and Britt feels too much like bragging. And even if as queen, having the two hottest hunks in school at her beck and call should make her feel worthy of bragging, about it also makes her feel skeezy.
She also sees the little glint in Santana's dark eyes, and remembers that this same glint can turn malevolent when she wants it to. Santana is dangerous when she feels scorned, and even if her relationship with Puck was short-lived and ended by her, Quinn knows she still feels a sense of ownership and entitlement to him because he's pretty much the most popular guy on campus.
If she tells either of them (because telling Brittany is the exact same as telling Santana) then Santana will rat her out for sure as payback.
"I'm ending our chapter of the celibacy club." She covers.
The cheerleaders look at each other, then break out in smiles and cheer.
Quinn gives a half-watted smile. It's not what she'd planned to say, but it's about time she made that whole thing official anyway. She and Finn were basically probably the only virgin members ever, and that ship has sailed. It's sort of past the point of hypocritical now. When the celibacy's club's president is getting so much sex that people are worried about the safety of her vagina, it's time to call it quits.
"You been bragging to Santana about hittin' Hudson?" Puck scowls closing her locker before she's gotten the book she needs out of it for first period.
"Good morning to you too Puck" Quinn says sarcastically, opening her locker again.
"I already told you good morning...in a text when I woke up...which you didn't respond to.." Puck reminds, "Then I got Santana in my ear in homeroom yapping to me that you say Finn's some sort of sex god..."
"I didn't say that exactly..." Quinn says voice lower, "And could you possibly take it down a few decibels...I have a rep...and that creepy Israel kid is everywhere-"
" Forget him...he's in the dumpster behind the woodshop building...where I put him" Puck shrugs, "I needed to blow off some steam"
" Well, you and your ego have fun letting off steam...I have to get to math class..."
"I just think it's interesting" Puck sighs, following at her elbow down the hall "I mean...Finn gets all these props for being a hot lover...yet I don't think it was his sheets you came all over last night-"
"Puckerman-" She glares over her shoulder dangerously
"And I don't think it was his tongue that licked your slit until you were delirious-"
"Puck-" There's even more warning in her voice now.
"And pardon me if I'm wrong, but that didn't sound like his name you were moaning out-"
Quinn takes him roughly by the top of his t-shirt, pulling him out of the main hallway and in front of the trophy case "Puck" She growl s out
"See that was it...that was the name...in that same general tone too...maybe a bit more throat to it, but your orgasms always do make you throaty."
"Are you insane? Are you really trying to make me look like a whore in front of the entire student body...?"
gNo." He says with an innocent look in his dark eyes, and likewise hanging from his pouting lips "I was just trying to understand a very confusing puzzle..."
"You were just being an egotistical jerk..." She counters, her grip loosens on his shirt but she doesn't let go "Now please, just take your over-sized ego, stuff into the pocket of your ripped jeans and go to class."
"I'm not going to class." He reveals "I'm pissed...and bad things happen when I go to class pissed...coincidentally I usually actually piss on things...or set them on fire." The pissing is symbolic of his pissy mood. Rachel Berry isn't the only one likes to work in metaphors. Setting fires isn't metaphorical. He just likes it.
"You have Mr. Schue's class now" Quinn says, knowing his schedule , and knowing that is there's one teacher he has a decent rapport with it's Schue.
"Exactly...and you know if I light a match around him, he's got so much fucking product in his hair that we can basically wave good bye to a whole wing of the school"
"You're not going to set Mr. Schue on fire..." Quinn says, pursing her lips in a reluctant smile.
"I might piss on him though."
"Puck, do not urinate on our show choir director...or in his coffee cup...or under his desk.."
"Didn't say anything about writing his name on the blackboard in it..."
"Puck!" Quinn says, trying her best to hold back a laugh. He does not deserve to be humored for his antics.
"Stop laughing...this is serious...I'm ticked." Puck groans, remembering he really is annoyed "Tell Santana and Brittany I'm better then Finn."
"You know I can't tell them anything about us..." Quinn reminds, "I can't tell anyone...you knew that...you agreed to it..." There was never really a verbal agreement. They don't talk about or define what they are. They just are. But she knows he knows the rules.
"Fine" Puck groans. "Then...then just tell me I'm better..."
"This conversation is over." Quinn says quickly, pushing around him.
"Quinn-" He tugs on a loose part of her uniform "Come on baby, just tell me I make you feel good..better then he does...tell me I make you come harder-"
"Stop." She whirls back around "If I start having to have conversations like this with you everyday...making choices... then this...this thing isn't going to work." Quinn brings a hand to her temple "Maybe I'm kidding myself anyway...maybe it doesn't..."
"No...no..." Puck says starting to freak out, "Fuck...no...it works...it's working...I'll shut up...I'll go to class and not set a fire and not piss in Schue's sombrero or anything...and I'll behave...and act like a fucking saint..." He's gripping her clothing now "Just...just please don't...don't end this."
She's biting her lip, and he can see she's thinking.
"Please" Puck says, not being able to remember his voice ever sounding so dire "I can't go back to not having you at all."
"O-okay." She nods, moving his from her skirt and holding it in hers for a second. She squeezes it a little, and he laces their fingers and grips.
"Okay." He repeats trying to make himself believe she really means it so he can breathe steady swallows, clutching her tiny hand in his for a few more seconds before looking around a little anxiously, getting his nerve built back up, and strutting toward class with his natural swagger only a little bit stifled.
"You have been in the best mood today" Quinn muses as Finn massages her one her feet, the whole thing disappearing up to the ankle in his large hands.
Finn's in a good mood most of the time, unless he's letting stress eat at him. He's that kind of slightly clueless that allows for him to enjoy life in a simplistic way that a lot of guys can't. While this quality might irritate Quinn when she's moody, most of the time it's beyond endearing.
Today though, he's been positively chipper. He carried Artie down the auditorium steps all by himself without trying to get out of helping by saying his shoulder hurt. He drew little smileys all over the notes he was taking in English. He and Mike broke into an impromptu dance session right in the middle of rehearsal. And he's been humming and singing all day long. REO Speedwagon too. It's always REO Speedwagon when he's ecstatically happy.
They're on the couch in her living room, her sitting long ways with her legs in his lap, attempting to study but Finn is far too giddy.
"I'm just happy." Finn grins up at her, tickling her toes causing her to wiggle them a little bit before he plants a few kisses on the sole of her foot "I'm allowed to be happy, right?"
"Of course you are" Quinn says, her pen stilling on the notebook, looking down at him on his end of the couch "I like it when you're happy...I love it" She smiles softly, "I know sometimes I don't make that clear enough...in all my bitchiness..."
"I didn't mean to sound smart" Finn explains instantly, "I know you want me to be happy...you're the reason I'm so happy.."
"Oh really?" Quinn lifts a soft brow, intrigued "Why?"
"Because you're beautiful." He replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world "And because you smell good, and taste good...and you're smart...and witty...and wonderful..."
"Wow...okay.." She blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear. All this praise is adorable and makes her her feel good...but of course also guilty and bad. It's an odd mix of right and wrong that makes her stomach flop awkwardly "If I ever need someone to write an editorial about me...I know where to turn..."
"I'm serious..." He leans up and over her, kissing her lips gently "You make my life so good."
She giggles a little when he nuzzles her nose after the kiss
"You're going to give me diabetes." Quinn says with an earnest smile, because he's being positively sugary.
"I can't help it-" He breathes against her cheek "You're just so damn flawless."
Her stomach completely lurches, and her neck starts sweating, which Finn probably tastes because that's where his lips land next. He's scaring her a little bit more. Someone heard Puck in the hallway this morning, she thinks. Someone heard him and told Finn, and all this happiness and all these compliments are just a rouse to make her crazy. He's trying to psyche her out. Get her to admit her sins.
"Something..." She says in between the warm wet noises Finn's making against her skin "Something must have brought this on..."
Finn looks up at her with big brown eyes and smiles a little covertly "Maybe...maybe something did."
Okay here it comes. The dropping of the ball. The falling anvil. The beginning of the end.
"Brittany tried to have sex with me in homeroom this morning."
Quinn's eyes widen, and her mouth drops open
"What?"
"Yeah...she like basically straddled me and was talking about me taking her to magic town...and I think she was getting ready to strip...or have a seizure maybe...but Mr. Ellis had stopped laughing by that point and pried her off me..."
Quinn just sits there, in awe not understanding or knowing what to say.
"Don't be mad at her though" Finn says, "I mean, I would have never done anything anyways...and I mean...you know how Brittany is...I mean, she ate the confetti at the homecoming rally..."
"Finn-"
"And not just like a few pieces of glitter...she hate like two handfuls of that thick styrofoam confetti mix..."
"I'm not mad at Brittany" She assures him, wondering is anyone ever could be mad at Brittany "I'm just confused why she would do something like that..."
"Oh she told me why..." Finn grins
"Annnnd...?"
"You know." He continues to grin.
"Stop grinning and start explaining..."
"Brittany said you told her I was great in the sack..." Finn says confidently, "Well, actually she said on the sack...but that I'm sure she hasn't quoted anyone right since all that styrofoam settled in her colon.."
Quinn understands now.
"So that's what's got you feeling like such an all-star" She smiles, "Britt and San want to jump your bones..."
"It's not that" He shrugs
"No...no" She laughs, "My friends think you're a stud...and it's got you pumped..." She kisses his cheek "That's great sweetie...I'm happy for you." She flips the page in her notebook.
"It's not just them..." He admits.
"Oh god" She says, rolling her eyes lightly "Have they got the whole squad after your lovin'?"
"No..." He smirks, "It's just...the guys..."
"The guys?"
"Yeah...the team...they were treating me different after hearing about it..."
All the playfulness fades from her face, and her eyes narrow "You told the team about our sex life?"
"I didn't do it!" He defends "You're the one...you told Santana...and she told Karofsky when they were fooling around...and he told all the other guys..."
"But you talked to them about it, didn't you?" She scowls.
"Yes bu-" He doesn't get time to finish before she heaves him off of her, and he nearly turns over her parents coffee table.
"Thanks Finn...thanks a lot" She grumbles, "Tell me...exactly how much detail did you use when you described my breasts to the offensive line?"
"I didn't-"
"Did you tell the full back that I bite my lip when I come? Oh, while you were at it, you should have given Amizio a pair of my panties..."
"Calm down." He begs her, on his knees beside the couch now, having put the table back in place "It wasn't like that...it's just...guys talk about this stuff..." She's turned over on the couch with her back to him, but he's rubbing her shoulders. "It wasn't disrespectful, at all."
gTalking about me in a locker full of guys...like a cheap piece of ass is completely disrespectful...it's pretty much the definition of it."
"I would never talk about you like a cheap piece of ass." Finn explains, "It's just guy stuff Q...do you know how much crap I was taking still being a virgin? Do you know how those guys talked to me...how much worse it got after glee club?"
She didn't respond.
"Well, it was like shit...they showed me no respect..zero...none" He went on, "I'm their quarterback, but they were treating me like the waterboy..."
"Mike, Matt and Puck would never treat you like that" Quinn argues over shoulder "They're loyal to you." Well. Erm. Actually. That was debatable. On at least one count.
"They were the only ones." Finn sighed, "Do you know how many pamphlets got put in my locker for penis enhancers or pills to help with impotence?" He rubbed his neck "But after they found out that we're hooking up...and that you...the prettiest girl in the whole school...actually likes it...think it's good...they look at me like some kind of god or something..."
She shifts a little bit.
"Karofsky actually told me he was sorry...sorry" Finn revealed, "Then he found some Ajax and and cleaned off the humiliating virgin song he wrote on my locker earlier in the semester in permanent marker..."
She shifts again, staying quiet.
"Come on..." He shakes her shoulders a little "Don't be mad at me..." His moves his chin on to her shoulder.
"I'm not mad..." She finally sighs turning around to face him , fingering the cross around her neck "I just don't want to go from being...me...to being a this big skank..." It was wrong to place her anger on feeling that way on Finn, and she knew it.
"No one thinks you're a skank" He strokes her face "They're all too busy being jealous of me for having the hottest girlfriend in school."
Her lips pull into a slow sort small smile.
He chances a kiss, and she brightens more.
"You...you didn't say anything about...the..." They haven't talked about the threesome at all since it happened.
"No." He says, shaking his head "Of course not..." He doesn't want the guys to know Puck had his girlfriend too. That would be humiliating. It was just a life experience thing, but not one he wants to repeat...or have the team know about.
"Good." She breathes.
"Where are your parents?" He asks, looking over a shoulder.
"They're out of town visiting my sister until the end of the week..." Quinn barely gets it out before Finn is back on the couch, moving her legs apart.
"Hey, hey" She says at his urgency "I'm trying to study for a science test..."
"I'll help" He grins, "With the anatomy part...I'll kiss and suck every part of your body..."
"It's earth science" Quinn snarks.
"Mmm" He looks up from where he's started a new trail on her back "I don't know much about that..." His hand swipes the notebook from between their bodies, and tosses it aside "Not important."
"Finn" She complains
Finn's found the zipper that lines the side of the purple dress she slung on after school, and he's pulling it down, causing the delicate fabric to crumple. He gives her a playfully dirty little smirk when he sees she hasn't bothered to out a bra on with the dress. Her body starts spiraling with heat, even if she's still trying to glare at him for discarding her notebook.
"You know you want to" Finn says with a new confidence.
"Maybe you should see if Brittany's still up for it instead" She teases
He shakes his head "No...I don't want Brittany...I want you." He presses in on the silky material between her legs, massaging her clit through her panties. Quinn fails to suppress a deep shudder, and he breathes against her chin "How could I want anyone else after feeling how tight and sweet your pussy is"
Finn and Puck don't have a whole lot in common, but if they share one thing, it's a love of talking filthy when it comes to sex. They both love seeing her blush along with her other frustrated aroused facial expressions. Puck would win a smut competition, but Finn talks dirty enough to get her cheeks red.
She closes her eyes, allowing him to ease off her panties, and hike up her already unzipped and disheveled dress making it bunch in the middle of her body Their. kisses gain passion as Finn slips his shirt over his heard and pushes his own bottoms down. He move between her legs more fully, leaning up so that his his uncovered chest touches her her bared breasts. The feeling of slick skin on skin drives them both crazy with lust.
Somewhere in the frenzy of grinding their bodies together, Finn maneuvers to slide inside Quinn with slow force. They both moan at the feeling of the full penetration before Finn begins to move above her, thrusting into her compliant body as her legs wrapped around him tightly.
"Oh God, Finn" Quinn squeaks out as he pushes her to edge. To both her pleasure's edge, and actually the literal edge of the sofa.
"I didn't tell any of them about the squeaking you do when you're fighting your climax like that" He murmurs in her ear as his thrusts quicken, bringing them both close to their peak. "That's only for meto know about."
When Quinn comes apart, she's positive that if Finn was able to see past the ecstasy glazing her pupils, he'd be able to read regret in her green eyes. Because she knows one of his football friends knows that squeak well. Very well.
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