A/N: Well, you all have spoken, so I'll give M a shot. There's a little hint of it in this chapter (sorry if it's bleh, it was my first try writing it) and a lot of smut. It's 4 A.M, So there might be some errors... I found that I usually skip things this late. Anyway, thank you for all the reviews! Hope you enjoy this chapter! x]

Warning: M-ish & Smut

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee

Finn stared at the clock. For the past hour, he never took his gaze off of it, willing it to move faster. Unfortunately, his idea didn't work. In fact, it seemed to make time move slower. He sighed as he rested his chin on his hand. There were still two whole hours of sitting and doing nothing until he got to spend time with Quinn.

'Stupid Sam.' he thought to himself bitterly. Letting his gaze wander around the classroom, he realized just how much he didn't belong in this horrid place. He noticed that a large majority of the other students sitting around him belonged to the cliques he didn't usually associate with, such as the bullies, stoners, and skaters. He wasn't surprised to discover a few of his fellow football teammates in the room as well. 'I wonder what they did this time…'

While he pondered what prank they pulled, the teacher excused herself and left the room. Almost at once, everybody got out of their seats and began conversing with one another. Finn, on the other hand, pulled out his phone and sent a text to Quinn.

SOS -Finn

He was hoping that she would reply. It sounded silly to admit it, but just spending a few hours away from her was torture for him. When he was beginning to feel doubtful, his phone buzzed.

Aww, poor baby! :( I would break you out if I could! –Quinn

He cracked a smiled.

If you could? Did I just find something that you couldn't do? –Finn

He could clearly picture her rolling her eyes at him.

Shut up… Anyway, you're texting in detention? You're really bad, aren't you? ;) –Quinn

Finn chuckled softly.

Of course I am, babe ;) But that's not the reason why I did it. –Finn

Hmm, and what exactly is that reason? –Quinn

He didn't even think before he replied.

I miss you. –Finn

Once the message was sent, he realized what he put. 'Shit, she's going to think I'm obsessive or something…'

I miss you too. I can't wait to see you tonight… -Quinn

Her reply wasn't something that he had expected. A nervous flutter started in the pit of his stomach.

All of a sudden, the chatter surrounding him died down. He looked up and noticed that everybody was hurriedly making their way back to their seats. 'Teacher must be coming back…' he mused as he turned his attention back to the phone.

Me either. I have to get back to serving time now, but I'll be thinking about you. I love you, Q. -Finn

I love you too, Finn. :) See you in a few hours. –Quinn

A lopsided smile planted itself on his face as he read the message. There would never be a time when he would get tired of her telling him that she loved him.

When the teacher returned to her desk, Finn stared into space with thoughts of Quinn dancing around in his head.

As soon as the clock struck five, Finn bolted to his car. Not more than fifteen minutes later, he was knocking on Quinn's door.

When Quinn opened the door, wearing a casual outfit consisting of jeans and a blouse, and saw Finn standing there, she raised an eyebrow. "That was fast." she commented.

He just grinned at her as he walked in and laced his arms around her waist. "I missed you." he said with a small shrug.

"I missed you too." She echoed with a smile before shutting the door and placing her hands on his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

When he started to back her against a wall, she quickly pulled away. "My mom shouldn't be home for at least a few hours. Let's go to my room?"

He gave her a smirk. "To study?"

She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Definitely." he said eagerly.

She laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs and to her room.

Right after Quinn closed the door, Finn gently pushed her against it and began kissing her. At first they were soft and tender, but within seconds they began to grow more wanting and passionate.

In attempt to make her more comfortable, Finn leaned down and lifted her by the waist. She responded immediately by wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, all without breaking the kiss.

Normally, they wouldn't be this close, but neither of them was complaining.

After a few seconds, Finn slowly backed away from the wall and walked over to the bed with Quinn still latched onto his front. He gently laid her on the bed, momentarily breaking the kiss, before she pulled him down and claimed his lips once more. He felt her open her mouth and his tongue instantly came in contact with her's.

While their tongues began to slowly explore one another's mouth, Quinn moved her hands down his back and began to pull his shirt up. Finn pulled away for a second to help remove his shirt before tossing it aside and leaning back in to kiss her neck. He groaned and shivered when she began to run her hands down his chest to his abs.

Quinn was extremely impressed with his body. They hadn't exactly been intimate like this the last time they were together. Come to think of it, the last time they were in a situation like this was in the hot tub. That wasn't exactly a good memory, though. Nevertheless, he had definitely put on more muscle. And it really turned her on.

Finn slowly moved one his hands down to the hem of her blouse and paused, pulling away from her and looking into her eyes, asking for her permission.

Quinn looked at him in confusion when he was just staring down at her. She was about to ask why when she noticed where one of his hands was resting. 'Oh…' After taking a few seconds to think about it, she moved one of her hands on his chest to the side of his face, the one that wasn't bruised.

"It's okay." She whispered, a little out of breath, as she stroked the side of his face.

Letting out a shaky breath, Finn nodded and leaned down to give her a searing kiss. He then began to slowly lift her shirt with his hand. When he had pulled it up to just below her bra, he began to get a little nervous. Of course he wanted to, but he was still worried about whether or not she was positive about it.

Feeling his hesitation, she pulled away from the kiss and looked at him, desire and love in her eyes. "Finn, I love you. I want you to do this. I want you."

Gaining confidence from her words, Finn gave her an affectionate smile before pushing the shirt all the way up. Once she had lifted her arms and he had pulled it up and over her head, he just stared down at her in awe for a few seconds. The breathing room in his jeans began to gradually decrease. He snapped out of his trance when she pulled his head down and crashed her lips against his. He began to run his hands along her toned stomach.

At the feel of his rough hands on her skin, Quinn instantly moaned against his mouth. She had never felt this good before.

A minute later, Finn broke away from the kiss and cautiously moved a hand up to the side of one of her breast. He kept his gaze on hers, prepared to stop if he saw any sign of alarm; this was definitely pushing his luck. When he heard no complaint from her, he began to gently massage her breast over the bra.

"Finn…"she whimpered softly as she bit her lip.

Hearing her say his name encouraged him to be a little more risky. Slowly, he began trailing a path of hot kisses from her neck to her stomach. Occasionally, he would lick or suck, and it would cause her to gasp in pleasure. Finn had never been more turned on in his life.

When he finally reached her fit stomach, he began to give her still very in-tone cheerleading muscles special attention from his mouth. He also reached up with his other hand and began massaging her other breast, a little less gently.

Quinn immediately released a loud moan. She regretted never allowing Finn to get handsy with her; her skin felt like it was on fire everywhere his rough hands touched her. Deciding that it was his turn to feel at least a little of the pleasure he was giving her, she reached down and ran a hand through his hair before tugging a little eagerly.

Alarmed, he snapped his head up.

She gave him a seductive smile and summoned him with a finger. He hastily obliged and she giggled lightly before wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in close to give him a fervent kiss. They both moaned in unison as their warm skin pressed against one another.

Placing her legs firmly on either side of him, Quinn flipped them so that she was now on top.

For a moment, Finn just stared at her in astonishment. "You're right, I am surprised by what you can do." He whispered huskily.

Quinn smirked at him before leaning down and placing kisses on his neck. She decided on a fairly obvious spot on his neck before beginning to suck; she wanted to show everyone that Finn was with her. 'Maybe Santana will get the message…' she couldn't keep the thought from crossing her mind. However, her attention was brought back to Finn when he began to groan and moan.

Finished, she quickly made her way to his stomach. She ran her fingertips along his abs, causing him take a sharp intake of breath. Wanting to tease him a little more, she leaned down and ran her tongue across his abs.

"Quinn," he groaned. 'God, how is she so good at this?'

Done with the teasing, she moved her hands shakily toward the belt of his jeans. She had just unclasped it and was reaching for the button of his jeans when she heard something. It sounded a lot like… a door closing.

When she paused, Finn looked over at her, confused. "What's wrong?" he panted.

He watched as her eyes widened in alarm and she hurriedly hopped off of him. "My mom's home."

Finn chuckled a little at the obvious disappointment in her voice. When she shot him a hard stare, he stopped. "What?"

"Finn, get dressed. Please." She practically hissed.

'Scary Quinn…' he thought to himself as he slid off of the bed and pulled his shirt back on and buckled his belt.

"Pretend like you're studying." She said quietly as she pulled her blouse on then hastily made the bed.

When he walked over to her bookshelf, he became aware of a little situation. Well, not exactly little, but that's not the point. He glanced down and flushed. 'Shit… Hey, I actually didn't need to think about the mailman! Not that I wasn't turned on, because I clearly was… more than I'd ever been. Man, I'm getting better at this! Hell yes!' he thought to himself proudly.

"Finn! Why are you-" Quinn abruptly came to a halt when she noticed him looking at the bulge in his jeans. She bit her lip and looked away. "I'm sorry that we couldn't finish, Finn, but you kind of have to deal with that… Like right now. Think of the mailman." With that, she grabbed a book off of the shelf and sat on the bed.

Twenty seconds later, Finn was finally a little composed and quickly grabbed an English book before taking a seat in the desk chair. Flipping to a random page and making sure he was as close to the desk as possible, he pretended to study.

Not more than ten seconds later, Judy came in the room. "Hi Quinnie. Finn." she said with a smile. "Would either of you like something to eat?"

"No thanks, Mrs. Fabray." Finn replied politely.

"I'm fine, mom. Thanks, though. I thought you were coming home later." Quinn commented.

"Oh, I decided to reschedule those plans." Her mom said with a nonchalant shrug. "So, what have you two been up to?"

"Studying." Quinn replied quickly, innocently. Finn couldn't help but laugh a little and Quinn shot him a 'shut the hell up' look. He just smiled at her and winked.

"That's nice." Judy replied with a smile. "Well, dinner will be ready in about an hour. Finn, are you joining us tonight?"

"I'm sorry, but I've got to get going soon. Thank you for the offer."

She nodded. "You're very welcome. Well, I'll let you two get back to work." She waved and then left the room.

Quinn sighed in relief before saying bitterly, "Just our luck."

He walked over and sat next to her. "It'll happen eventually, Q." he said with a small chuckle.

"But it would've been so good." She said with a heavy sigh.

Finn looked at her and smiled. "It'll be good whenever it happens because it will be between us. Besides, remembering me with this bruise during out first time?" he shuddered.

She looked at him and cracked a smile. "It wouldn't be so bad. I definitely think it's hot."

"Oh, so you only want me for my bruise?" he asked as he placed his hands over his heart and feigned hurt.

"No…" she drawled playfully. "Your abs aren't too bad either."

"Hmm, I never would've guessed that you liked them." he replied with a smirk.

She blushed and looked away.

"So, it was all for my looks. I feel so used… except not used to the full extent."

She hit his shoulder before turning his face toward hers. "No, it wasn't all for your looks."

"Oh really?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow. "And what exactly do you like about me, Ms. Fabray?"

She rolled her eyes before she brought his face closer to hers and whispered, "Everything."

He grinned. "You're not too bad yourself."

"You are such a goof." She murmured.

"But you love me for it." He stated in a playful voice.

She smiled. "But I love you for it." She echoed before pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss.

What'd you think? Hrm, leave a review or suggestion? Oh, and this is kind of the calm before a storm. So, that was my first attempt at a little M, so it's bound to get better soon. I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading! 3