A/N: I'm so glad to know that you guys like this story! And I am reading your reviews & looking at the suggestions. I'm doing my best to write them in! I don't think that there are too many errors in the chapter, but I apologize if there is. Please R&R! Enjoy!

Warning: Slight PG-13/Teen

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee

"You know, I think I might actually do okay on the final this year." Finn commented as he leaned back in the desk chair. It was Thursday and he was at Quinn's house, studying in her room. He didn't really mind studying anymore. At least, not when it was with her.

"Why's that?" Quinn asked with a smile playing at her lips.

He smiled at her. "Because I have the help of my beautiful, talented, and smart girlfriend."

She blushed and looked down at the bed comforter. "I'm sure you would do fine without me."

After getting out of the chair, he walked over and took a seat beside her. He then pulled her onto his lap and gently turned her face toward his. Looking into her eyes, he said, "No, I wouldn't."

Quinn knew that he wasn't just talking about the test. She smiled and leaned toward him. Brushing her lips against his, she murmured, "Me either." She then pressed her lips fully to his in a slow, deep kiss.

After a few seconds, Finn gently laid her on the bed and hovered over her, not breaking the kiss. It wasn't long before the kisses became more eager and passionate; their tongues beginning to wrestle for dominance. Quinn wrapped her arms around his neck, attempting to pull him even closer. She loved that she was finally able to be this intimate with him again.

Finn smiled into the kiss before breaking away and trailing light kisses down to her neck. He spent a little time at her pulse point before navigating toward an area near her collarbone that would be easier to cover up his mark. He began to nip and suck, becoming highly turned on when he managed to elicit a rather loud moan from her.

Quinn began running a hand through his short brown hair, tugging a little. A shiver traveled down her spine when he moaned against her neck.

Satisfied with the mark he left, Finn captured her lips once more in a fervent kiss. He began to rub a hand along the side of her body, cautious not to go too high or low. Although he would've loved to go farther, he would never pressure her into doing something that she didn't want to. He loved and respected her too much. Besides, just her touch drove him crazy.

Their heated make out session lasted a few minutes longer before they finally broke apart from one another, panting for air.

Quinn rolled onto her side and faced him with a smile on her face. He looked over at her and returned the smile.

She reached out and lightly placed her hand on the side of his face; her eyes bore into his. "I love you, Finn." she whispered affectionately.

Finn's smile turned into one of his signature grins as he said softly, "I love you too, Quinn." He then gave her a light kiss before pulling her toward him and wrapping his arm around her. She sighed in content, snuggled into his side, and rested her head against his shoulder. Eventually, she dozed off thinking about how safe she felt in his arms.

Finn was just walking into the school when he felt someone roughly shove him from behind.

"Puck, I swear-" he began but froze when he turned around and faced the culprit. "Sam? What the hell was that for?"

"You know exactly what that was for." Sam retorted angrily.

Finn raised an eyebrow at him and said, "No… I don't."

"You stole my girl!" Sam nearly shouted.

Finn stared at him in disbelief. "Quinn was never your girl. And don't talk about her like she's something that you can own."

Sam acted as if he said nothing. "You knew that I liked her. Then you tell her that you're in love with her right after I ask her out again?"

Finn was becoming pissed off. "Look, I'm sorry about the timing, but I actually do love her. And it's not like she didn't have a choice. She chose me. Now, please, leave both of us alone."

Sam scoffed. "I'm going to get her back."

"Dude, you really need to back off. She doesn't want you anymore." Finn replied firmly.

"She was mine before. She's going to be mine again." Sam spat. He then did something that completely shocked Finn. He punched him. Hard.

Finn immediately stumbled back into the wall, placed a hand on his cheekbone and groaned. "What the fuck is your problem? And she wasn't yours! She's her own god damn person!" With that said, Finn mustered enough strength to push off the wall and throw one powerful punch at the blonde's jaw, causing his head to snap to the side.

Before either boy could retaliate, Principal Figgins rounded the corner. "What is going on here?" he shouted in his heavy Indian accent.

"N-nothing, sir." Finn stuttered. "Just a, uh, misunderstanding."

The principal glared at the two boys. "I will get down to the bottom of this. Go to the nurse then come see me in my office."

The boys nodded and the principal walked off. Sam followed right after, not glancing behind him once.

'Someone's a psycho.' Finn thought in astonishment. As he was debating on how long he should wait to see the nurse, he heard a familiar voice.

"Finn? What are you doing?" Santana asked as she waltzed through the door in her cheerleading uniform.

When he turned to face her, concern, or at least that's what he thought it looked like, came across her face. "What the hell happened to your face?"

He laughed a little. "Sam was chewing me out for 'stealing his girl.'" He made sure to put quotes around that last part.

"He punched you?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." Finn replied with a small shrug.

"Damn… I didn't think Trouty Mouth could hurt a fly." she commented.

Feeling obligated to not sound like the victim, he replied, a little cockily, "Yeah, well, I made sure to get a good shot at his freakishly large jaw. Nobody gets to talk about Quinn like she's some sort of object you can possess."

Santana smiled at that. "Protecting her honor. Good job, Hudson."

Finn smiled back at her, which sent a flash of pain through his face. He managed to get out, "I had to."

She noticed the strain in his voice and walked up to him. Tentatively, she reached her hand out and brushed her fingertips against the angry looking bruise. Immediately, he winced. She removed her hand and gave him a sympathetic look. "You should really get that checked out."

Finn nodded and was about to reply when he saw the door open and Quinn walk in.

The first thing that Quinn noticed when she walked through the door was Finn… standing with Santana mere inches away from him. She was about to ask what was going on when she looked up and saw his face. Worry clouded her features as she practically ran up to him.

"What happened?" she demanded.

"I'll give you two some time to talk." Santana said quickly and walked off with wave of her hand.

"I kind of got in a fight." Finn said uneasily.

Quinn quirked a perfect eyebrow at him. "Why?"

He sighed. "Sam."

She stared at him in confusion. "Sam hit you? Why would he do that?"

"He kept going on and on about how I stole you from him. Something's clearly wrong with him because after a minute he just punched me. But the way he kept saying that you were his, like he owned you… Nobody owns you, Quinn. I made sure to get a good one in just for that."

Her face softened. "You… defended me?"

Finn gave her one of his lopsided grins, ignoring the flash of searing pain, and said simply, "I'd do anything for you. There's no way in hell I'd ever let someone talk about you in a disrespectful way."

She stared at him in awe for a few seconds before walking up to him and pulling him in for a long, passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, she stared into her eyes. "Thank you."

"Anytime." He replied with a small chuckle.

Quinn eyed the fresh bruise on his face. "You should probably get some ice on that."

Finn touched his cheek and winced again. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry that my pretty face is ruined." he joked.

She laughed lightly before a devious smirk crept onto her face. She leaned up to him and whispered sultrily, "You know, I think you look really sexy with that bruise. And defending me? That's extremely hot."

"R-re-really?" He couldn't help but stutter; he'd never heard her say something like that before.

Quinn bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Once you're feeling a little better, maybe we could have another study date at my house?" she inquired in a suggestive tone.

Finn didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded his head rapidly.

She giggled at his eagerness. After giving him a quick peck, she said, "Well, I'll let you get to the nurse. See you soon."

He gave her a small wave and watched as she walked away. 'Did she seriously suggest what I thought she did..?' he thought to himself in a hopeful yet confused daze. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned and walked toward the nurse's office.

It turned out that Sam had actually confessed to punching Finn first. He had no idea why Sam would do that, but he was glad that he didn't get suspended for three days. He ended up getting stuck with three hours of detention after school though.

Currently, Finn was sitting in his second period math class, lost in his thoughts.

'I don't get it… Sam never seemed like the violent kind before. Why would he just snap like that? Besides, it wasn't like Quinn was going to pick him. Quinn… I can't believe that she actually might want to do it. I guess I assumed that she would want to until we were married or something.' A lazy smile grew on his face at the thought of being married to her. 'The thing is, I don't mind getting married to her. I love her. She's the one. Maybe within the next few months I could- wait, what am I thinking? Of course I want to marry her. Someday. Just not in high school… it'll only cause problems for the both of us.'

Finn sighed quietly. His entire world had changed greatly within the past two months. Never did he think that he would be back with Quinn and more in love than he'd ever been. Hell, studying seemed foreign to him and now he did it at least three times a week. However, he and Quinn hadn't exactly been studying as much this past week. Gradually, his mind began to drift to descriptive thoughts of what exactly might happen the next time he went over. He couldn't help it; he was a guy.

"Dude, are you alright?" Puck, who was sitting next to him, whispered.

"Wha- huh?" Finn muttered, slightly breathless.

Puck looked at him in amusement. "You're looking a little flushed, bro. Is something bothering you?"

Finn's face quickly grew redder as he looked away and replied curtly. "No, I'm fine."

'Mailman. Mailman. Mailman.' He chanted quietly in his head.

Puck couldn't contain his laughter, but quickly covered it with loud coughs when the teacher shot him an irritated look. When the coast was clear, he whispered, "Getting hot and bothered thinking about Fabray, are we?"

Finally cooled down, Finn looked over at him. "'Course not. Why would you think that?"

Puck just gave him a look.

Exhaling, Finn said in defeat, "Fine, maybe I was."

"Totally understandable, dude. But I can tell you that the wait-" Puck abruptly stopped cut off when he saw the glare on Finn's face. "Look, what I meant is that I understand. Kind of. Good things come to those who wait, though. Right?"

Finn sighed. "Yeah. But that wait might be shorter than I expected."

"Ah… congratulations?" Puck inquired as he gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks." Finn replied uncomfortably.

Clearing his throat quietly, Puck asked, "So, what are we going to do about Evans?"

"Nothing." he replied quietly.

Puck stared at him incredulously. "What do you mean nothing? He jumped you."

"Yeah, he clearly has issues, and definitely needs help, but I'm not going to do anything else. Besides, I hit him back."

"What are you going to do if he attacks you again?"

Finn thought about it for a second. "I guess I'll just turn him in or something. But I honestly don't think that he'll do it again."

Puck looked at him for a moment longer before shrugging and turning his attention elsewhere.

Once again, Finn began to think. 'What if Sam does attack me again? Or, worse, Quinn? I can't let him hurt her! Would he really do something to her? Probably not… but he did say something about getting her back… I hope he just said that in the heat of the moment. I'm not worried about Quinn leaving me for him, it's just that I don't want him hassling her. She doesn't need that.'

Not wanting to think about anymore "what if" situations, Finn turned his attention to the white board and began writing in his notebook.

On his way to lunch, Finn spotted Quinn rummaging through her locker. A goofy grin immediately planted itself on his face. Quietly, he made his way over to her. Once he stood behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. "Guess who."

"I didn't know you felt that way about me, Mike." She joked before closing her locker and turning around in his arms.

Finn raised an eyebrow at her. "Mike, eh?"

She just giggled and gently placed her hands on the back of his neck. "How are you feeling?"

"It still hurts a little, but it's tolerable. Plus, being here with you right now is making me feel a hundred times better."

She smiled and blushed lightly. His compliments always had that effect on her. Actually, he had that effect on her. "That's good to know."

He gulped before saying nervously, "I, uhm, I could go over to your house after my detention is done."

"Detention?"

He gave her sheepish smile. "Yeah, that's my punishment for the fight. Three hours after school."

She bit her lip. "Alright. Are you sure you're feeling well enough?"

Finn gave her a small nod. "Pain or no pain, I want to spend as much time with you as I can. Besides, you really do make me feel better."

Ignoring the nerves beginning to form in her stomach, Quinn smiled and pulled him closer. "Okay." she whispered against his lips. Finn was the one who closed the distance between them.

Before the kiss could turn into something more heated, he reluctantly pulled away. She looked at him questioningly.

"We don't want to attract an audience." He said quietly and cocked his head to the side where a few students were standing and starting to stare.

"Oh." She replied with a nervous laugh. They untangled themselves from on another and Finn took her hand, interlacing their fingers. Hand in hand, they made their way to the cafeteria.

"Hey." Finn and Quinn greeted the table in unison as they took their seats.

After receiving a few murmured greetings, Brittany asked Finn, "What's wrong with your face?"

"I got in a fight." He wanted to make things as simple as possible for Brittany.

"Okay, but how'd you get that bruise on your face?" she asked, clearly confused.

Finn sighed inwardly. "Sam punched me in the face and I punched him back."

"Oh… Well, it looks nice on you." she commented.

"I agree." Santana chimed in. "Bad boy looks good on you. Kind of hot actually."

Finn looked down to hide his blush and Quinn gave Santana a hard look.

"What?" Santana asked with a shrug. "It is. You know you've thought about it, Q."

Quinn sighed. Of course she had thought about it. She'd even told Finn earlier exactly how hot she thought it was. But she didn't like Santana commenting on it, or any girl, really. She trusted Finn, but not so much Santana. After all, his first time had been with her… and she had stolen a boyfriend from her before. 'Stop being paranoid!'

Instead, she put a smile on her face and nodded, which received a smirk from Santana.

After the color in his face had gone back to normal, Finn turned his attention to Quinn. For a while, he just stared at her in admiration. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that she gave him another chance.

Quinn looked over at him and saw him staring.

"What?" she asked, feeling a little self-conscious.

"You're so beautiful." he said softly.

Once again, a smile graced her features while she placed a hand on the back of his neck. "That's like three compliments in the past twenty minutes. I think that's a record." She commented playfully.

Giving her a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to her and said, "They aren't compliments, Q. They're undeniable facts."

Hearing these things made her heart melt. "What did I do to deserve you?" she inquired out loud.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." He murmured before capturing her lips in a tender kiss. This time, neither of them pulled away.

"Damn." Santana remarked as she eyed the couple.

"Is it just me, or is that really hot?" Brittany asked, pointing at Finn and Quinn.

Santana let her gaze linger on Finn for a few seconds before looking at Brittany. "Definitely hot." She wasn't entirely talking about the couple's heated kiss.

What'd you think? And, sorry, but I kind of had to make Sam the bad guy. Anyway, I wanted to ask you all a question: Are you okay with reading M content? I, personally, haven't written any, but I was thinking about incorporating it into the story eventually. I'm willing to give it a shot if you're willing to read. Please leave a review or suggestion! Thanks!