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: A big thanks to April for being my beta! I'm sorry for the wait everyone…but I finally have muse for this story again!

Rating: M

He kisses her just under her ear, but she doesn't really feel it.

She's too busy feeling hands that aren't even his running up her sides, stroking every rib. She's too busy smelling a scent that he doesn't wear lingering above her. She's too busy hearing words that aren't his speak words she thought that voice would speak.

"Quinn!" It is his voice that breaks her from her trance finally though, and she turns her head and actually has to blink a few times before she actually sees him.

"Are….you okay?" Finn asks, quirking a brow at her abnormally disoriented state. She's generally very put together during school hours, even with so much to handle and all. This morning it's like she's not even really here though, "you seem really like…far away."

"I…I…no." Quinn gives her head a few furious shakes, "I'm right here…I just…I was rushing this morning…I forgot to have any granola so I'm spacey."

"Yeah…I couldn't believe you were still in your pajamas when I came to pick you up…" She's usually fully dressed and ready, waiting for him on her stoop. This morning he had to honk like three times before she opened the door still in her nightgown signaling for him to wait.

"That silly broken alarm clock…" the cheerleader tsked, blaming the electronic device for her sins, "and with mom and dad away….I had no back up…"

Her clock had woken her up at exactly the right moment. It had also woken up the visitor in her bed who was intent to have his fill of something that wasn't breakfast at all before he left.

So on her boyfriend's first horn alert, she'd still been finishing up her second orgasm. She'd gasped, but the interruption had not deterred Puck at all. If anything it had made him start drawing the sensations out, so much so that she was positive that if Finn hadn't laid on the horn again around that time he would have definitely heard her calling his best friend's name.

There had been no time for cuddling and rehashing the previous night though, because it had then been a mad dash for Quinn to make herself presentable to go to the door and let Finn know she was alive (though after that, just barely). As soon as she'd signaled to him to give her a little bit of time, she had close the door and crashed right into Puck.

She forbade him permission to go marching right out the front door as it appeared he might do for a minute, but she hadn't fought the last rough kiss he laid on her before she shooed him out the back door, to where his truck was parked behind the bushes, with his duffel bag under his arm.

"I'm sorry I had to be gone the same weekend your parents were…" he apologizes, taking her hand as they make their way down the hall. "Must have been real lonely…"

"No, I was fine." Quinn assures him. No need to add another lie to her mountain just so he would coddle her.

"You must have been okay…you didn't text much." Finn reasons shrugging, "or maybe you just didn't miss me so much…"

"I did Finn…I did miss you." Quinn breathes, pressing in under his arm as he closes her in his grasp with a smile.

"Get a room." Puck grunts, moving around them out of nowhere.

"Puck-" she breathes in a voice she had most certainly not meant to use.

Luckily, Finn reads nothing into the tone as he watches his friend trudge on ahead of them.

"Ah, don't worry about him…probably still hungover from the weekend…or something like that."

"Mhmm" She bites her lip and nods.

Or something like that.

"If you think those shoes are cute, our friendship is over here and now." Kurt says with voice that sounded as if it could be dead serious. He was standing in his normal stance with arms crossed in an alcove of the hallway with Mercedes at his side.

"I said not bad…not bad doesn't mean cute." his best friend corrects on the fashion they'd just been observing.

"Oh please, 'not bad' is not far from 'cute'….'not bad' and 'cute' are roommates in the world of

compliments." he snarks. "My comment about them wouldn't even live in the same building…"

"I hope it's not me you're cutting down to size." Quinn muses, joining them.

"Nope…it's the ginger with the horrendous peep toes…" He gives Mercedes a slanted stare, then looks back to the newcomer "Although next time you have sex all weekend…slow down long enough to moisturize or your pores are going to hate you…"

Quinn's face blanches, "How did you-"

"Oh please…your face screams 'Puckerman had his way with me on every surface in my squeaky clean Christian house'. "

"Kurt-" Mercedes scolds, shushing him.

"I'm sorry…" He apologizes, then turns to Quinn again and mouths, "laundry room?"

She turns red, but says nothing.

"Dirty bitch." he smiles. "I knew it."

"Is it…is it really that obvious?" she worries, looking to Mercedes.

"Not at all…" The girl assures her shaking her head. "Here, just let me help you tighten your pony and you look no different than ever…"

Mercedes moves to handle Quinn's hair and Kurt sighs, "No worries cherry lips…I'm just very good with guessing games…I've wracked up a small fortune playing Clue with my father over the years…"

"It's not going to be a guessing game much longer…" Quinn breathes, nodding thankfully to Mercedes for fixing her hair "I'm ending it."

"But the sex is so good!" Kurt gasps and quickly puts a hand over his mouth, glad people hadn't noticed his elevated tone. After a few moments, he repeats it again quieter "But the sex is so good!"

"You really ready to give up sexy time with Puck for good?" Mercedes wonders.

"No…I meant…" Quinn breathes, "I think I'm going to break up with Finn…"

The pair of them are shell shocked.

"But…he's the quarterback and you're head cheerleader…" Mercedes reminds her. "He's the Prom King to your Prom Queen…."

"You have matching names!" Kurt throws out there, as if it is of utmost importance.

"Puck's always in my mind lately…"

"Oh, I believe he's always in you" Kurt scoffs.

"Eloquence…" Mercedes rolls her eyes, "you do it so wrong sometimes…"

"Whatever…." he huffs. "My point is...be sure this a real decision…and not one born off an orgasm high, okay?"

Mercedes begrudgingly nods "Yeah boo, just…give it a lot of thought, please?"

"I will" Quinn promises, clutching her bag. "I mean I have…and I will some more."

"The word on the street…" Azimio chimes in, closing Puck's locker while he was still trying to use it in the locker room, "is that you haven't got no tail in a while…"

"Who told you that…your mother?" he grunts. "She's just still bitter I didn't call her back after rocking her world…"

"Oh…don't tease him Az." Karofsky scolds. "Impotence is nothing to laugh at…"

"Fuck you." Puck growls. "I get laid plenty."

"Santana says you haven't come sniffing around her in a while…" Azimio reveals. "In fact, all the cheerleaders say they haven't been mohawked like all season…"

"There's other girls besides them…" Puck points out.

"Yeah, yeah…your milfs" Karofsky scoffs. "Only it's not summer…and they're all too busy attending galas with their husbands to be banging the pool boy…"

"Is it broken or something, or is it just not getting the job done like usual?"

"Maybe it's singing all them songs…it got scared of what you were gonna start doing with it… and won't come out of hiding"

The jocks both laugh, and Mike has to catch Puck by the elbow to keep him from swinging.

"It's so not worth it dude."

Finn strolls out in his towel.

"Hey, isn't it that time of day for you to be pricks to Hudson instead of me…" Puck suggests.

"Nice…" Finn shakes his head, though he's not really mad "Nice show of broship…"

"You see my boy here might not be gettin quantity…" Azimio pats Finn on the back as he rustles for his shirt, "but he's getting quality."

"Yeah….he's f-king Quinn Fabray." Karfosky reminds everyone. "The golden goddess.."

"Guys…guys…don't talk about her like that." Finn asks, remembering how Quinn hates to be locker room gossip fodder. "She's not just some chick…she's my girlfriend."

Puck moodily bangs around in his locker, he looks over to Mike to say something, but Mike is gazing at Finn, along with a few other guys, while putting on his deodorant.

"Lucky fucker…" the Asian breathes, and Puck actually bangs his head against his locker…hard.

"What the-" Quinn squeals as she's drug into the janitor's closet of the field house near the stadium

"Skirt up, panties off." Puck urges, pressing tightly to her. His lips are on her throat, and his hands are…everywhere.

"Puck, what are you doing…?" She breathes as he starts trying to carry out the requests he'd made of her himself.

"I didn't bring you in here for moping supplies Fabray…" he teases. "Now be a good girl and stop clenching your thighs…"

"We just…just this morning…" she protests, loosening just enough for his hand to stroke up her inner leg.

"Need…need…need" he just keeps repeating into her neck savagely, a rough grip on her hips.

"Slow down…" Quinn pants,

"Not slow" Puck shakes his head, "I want it hard and fast…right here against this door…"

"Puck…" His lips crush into hers and she forgets what she was about to say.

In the next few seconds Quinn actually hears one of her pleats rip a little, and the noise makes her gather a little more of her mind.

"No…no…stop." she tells him, even as his fingers dip into her core. "No don't stop," she groans and he grins but barely a beat passes before she grips his wrist and leads his hand away. "No...you have to stop…not here…not at school…"

"I need you right now." he grits.

"I…I have a Cheerio's meeting…and then we have glee…" Quinn moves him away from her, despite his handsy mood. "Then…then we need to talk."

"I think talking is just about the last thing I want to do…" Puck shakes his head. Anytime a girl wants to talk, it's never good. There is only one kind of talk a girl wants to have with you when she's a girl like Quinn…and you are a deadbeat guy.

"Too bad." she scolds, messing with the stretched pleat, and opening the door. "We're gonna."

For the whole next period he seethes over the upcoming talk. He has this deep feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. His stomach hasn't felt like that since he watched his nana cry when his papa died.

Noah Puckerman was not supposed to worry about shit. It wasn't in his nature. His body didn't know how to handle it. By the end of the period, he was pretty sure that if he didn't have his anger at fucking Azmio (who had spent the whole period aiming rubber bands at his head) then he might just have thrown up.

In fact, he thinks he might do just that so he goes to the bathroom before the heading to glee and clutches the porcelain basin of the sink for a little while. Only when he's sure he's not about to lose his lunch, does he make his way into the choir room.

He was sure he was totally late, but the fact that only Rachel is in the room, sitting sulkily in a chair makes him think he might be early.

"What gives?" he asks, looking at all the empty chairs.

"Everyone else has relocated to the auditorium." she informs in her precise way. "They're going to watch Quinn sing my duet with Finn on the stage…because treachery is nothing if not displayed under high caliber lights…"

"What?"

"Mr. Schuster…" Rachel gripes, "thinks that this duet needs more chemistry than just skill…and that maybe a real couple should give it a try…"

"That's lame." Puck snorts.

"Their chemistry is all anyone ever talks about now that it's out there that they're having a sexual relationship" Rachel complains. "I literally cannot walk into a room without hearing something about their carnal behavior these days…"

"I don't give a fuck." he groans, flicking a stack of music from the desk.

"Oh well, I suppose you're jealous then…" Rachel conceives. "I hear Matt and Mike expressing their envy quite frequently now…"

"I'm not jealous of Finn…I don't have to be."

"It makes sense that you would be…you're Noah Puckerman…you can have any girl…and he's keeping you from having the top jewel…"

"Berry-"

"I mean…you're probably thinking how unfair it s that you have all these conquests and with just one girl, he's all but beaten you're record.."

"Ber-"

"I mean…just the concept alone of the fact that he's had something that you never have a chance of having must drive you crazy in-"

"I've had her!" Puck screams, "I've fucking had her okay?"

Puck's not sure it's before or after Rachel gasps that he knows he's just fucked up. Bad.