Surprise! I didn't expect I would be able to finish a chapter this soon!

So this is my first ever M- rated story and I still feel awkward writing one.

Hope it isn't as bad as I think it is.

BTW, you guys might think I hate Puck, I really don't.

I'm a Quick shipper as well.

This chapter was just to fill a prompt that was submitted over at the glee kink meme.

Enjoy!

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[PUCK'S POV]

Football practice was over for the day. Thank god. Beiste was trying to kill us on the field. I can't wait to get back home and watch wrestling on TV. The only thing I have left to do is pass by the choir room and look for my binder. Not because I study though. I don't even copy notes. I had a chick's number written there. The hot new recruit of the Cheerios. You must think I'm crazy for hooking up with another Cheerio after everything that went down with her but the truth is, this is my way of getting over Quinn. Still, I can't stop myself from sneaking glances at her when they were practicing. She looks just as hot as she used to be. Hotter, even. It's as if Beth never even happened.

I should stop thinking about her. She seems happy with Sam and that huge mouth of his. I should've moved on by now but there's just something pulling me back into the past.

Here we go. The stupid choir room I have to be at every other day and listen to Rachel Berry blabber the afternoon away. If it wasn't for my love of singing, I would've quit and if it wasn't for Quinn, I wouldn't even join in the first place. I push the door open and entered the choir room. It was quiet and dead, unlike the usual lively atmosphere. I walked over to where I sat they day earlier and found my binder on top of the desk. Yup, the number was still there. Well, I'm ready to head on home.

[END OF POV]

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Puck tucked his binder under his arm and was ready to leave until he heard the door click open. He wasn't sure why but he ran over to the trophy cabinets and hid behind them. He hated how paranoid he's been ever since he's been to juvie.

"Quinn, I don't know if we should be here," Sam said.

Quinn, smiling and giggling at her sweet boyfriend in between kisses, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside.

"Don't worry, Sam. The Cheerios and football players are always the last ones left on Thursdays," she informed him. "And I'm sure they're all on their way home."

Lucky bastard, Puck thought to himself. Just seeing her with someone else killed him. He never had a chance with her and she was never too shy to show him that. She chose Finn over him and now she's choosing Sam over him.

Sam and Quinn continued kissing. Quinn had her arms around Sam's neck and he had his around her waist. It was long, sweet kisses until Quinn pushed him against a wall and started trailing kissing down his neck.

"Beiste was giving us a hard time earlier," Sam tried to divert his attention. "It's like she wants the team to die before we even get to the game next week."

"Mhmm," Quinn mumbled as she continued kissing him neck. Kissing that spot right below Sam's jawline turned him on and she knew he was starting to get hard up. He would start talking when he wanted to keep it down.

"Mike Chang was the only one who could keep up with the drills..." Sam continued to talk.

"Are you really gonna talk about football and Beiste while we're making out?" Quinn halted from kissing him, a bit annoyed.

"I'm just trying to keep my mind off...you know," he admitted.

"What if I don't want you to," Quinn said seductively, running her hand up his thigh.

It sent bolts of electricity coursing through his skin. Quinn wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the piano and set her down to sit on the edge without breaking their kiss. She crossed her legs and he stood by her while they made out.

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"You..." Quinn kissed him full on the lips. "...and me..." she kissed him again before finishing her sentence, "...on this piano."

"You mean..." Sam's voice trailed off and he had a wide grin on his face.

Puck was still hiding behind the cabinet and he heard everything. It hurt him to hear Quinn taking that big step with Sam. Sex was something important to Quinn - if it wasn't for that drunken night, this would've been her first time and she was willingly giving it to Sam.

"I think I'm ready," Quinn said. "And I want to do it with you."

"In the choir room?" Sam chuckled.

"Well, if you don't wanna do it..." Quinn teased, pretending to jump down the piano.

"No, no!" Sam answered. "But I don't have any protection. I wasn't expecting we were gonna do it anytime soon."

"You are so cute," she pecked his lips then reached in the waist band of her Cheerio uniform and took out a small, square packet. "I stole this from the one guy I know who always keeps condoms in his car, wallet and locker - Puck."

So that's why I was missing a condom in my locker, Puck thought.

"You say 'Puck' like its a bad word," Sam chuckled.

"Well, last year was a very long one," Quinn sighed. "And there were things said that weren't meant."

Sam knitted his brows in confusion over her last statement and Quinn noticed her boyfriend starting to wonder what she meant.

"Forget about him," she kissed his lips again then tore the packet open.

Ouch, Puck whispered to himself. Did she really forget about me?

"Just in case there's still people here, let's keep our clothes on," Quinn suggested.

"So, how...?"

Quinn leaned forward to whisper to Sam.

"I'm not wearing spanks," she whispered.

Sam quickly reached for his zipper and pulled it down. Quinn watched as her boyfriend excitedly pull out his fully erect member. She couldn't help but stare in awe at the size of Sam. She handed him the condom and Sam stretched it out.

"It's a bit small," Sam said, trying to slide in the condom.

"Well, you are...well-endowed," Quinn was getting hot seeing his thing for the first time.

Sam laughed at how his girlfriend stared.

"I want you in me now," Quinn pulled Sam in for a kiss, uncrossing her legs so that he stood between them.

His hand traveled down from her face, to the sides of her body, to her thighs, then back up her inner thigh. She was right, she wasn't wearing spanks under her skirt and he massaged her slits through the thin material of her panty. He added a little pressure as he rubbed two fingers up and down.

"You're so wet," Sam moaned.

Quinn was enjoying the feel off his fingers. This was going to be their first time and she can't believe they were gonna do it in school.

Sam pushed the panel of her panty to one side and slid his middle finger inside her, eliciting as gasp from Quinn. Sam slowly pushed his finger in and out and Quinn was deep in pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung a little open. Her head was hung back and her chest rose up and down as her breaths started to become sharper. Sam picked up pace and started to pump in a little faster. His thumb drew circles around her clit.

"Oh Sam," she moaned.

This is bullshit, Puck wanted to shout. His hands were balled up into fists. They couldn't see him hiding but he could see them. Sam, standing between her spread legs, one arm holding her in place around her waist, one hand fingering her under her skirt. What he hated the most was the sounds of her moans as he pumped in and out of Quinn. It hurt like a bitch whenever she said his name.

"Sam," Quinn moaned again, her voice getting raspy. Her body began to shiver as he continued working on her. "I'm gonna cum."

Sam could feel her tightening around his finger but he didn't want her to orgasm just yet. Not like this. She held on to his neck and hair, gripping it as she was close to letting go. Just as she was gonna cum, Sam withdrew his finger out of her.

"Not yet," Sam said, torturing her a little.

"God," Quinn whispered out in frustration as she wasn't able to cum.

"I want you to tell me what you want," Sam said as he kissed her on the neck.

"Sam," she said a little firmly.

"No, you have to tell me," his finger sliding back inside her with his thumb circling around her swollen nub.

"Oh my god," Quinn gasped as she was building up again close to an orgasm.

But before she could cum, Sam withdrew, leaving Quinn frustrated. She could feel the heavy throbbing down below. Sam wanted to be a little mean. For months, they never got past making out, and this was his chance to play with her for a while. It was hard though. Seeing her face, pleading him to make her orgasm, made him want to give her what she wanted but he wanted her to beg for it first even more.

"Say it, Quinn," Sam whispered. "And I'll give you what you want."

He's being such an arrogant dick, Puck thought. He had the most beautiful girl wrapped around his finger (no pun intended) and he was denying her of an orgasm. If I could, I would punch him right now. Maybe I should show myself and beat him up for being such a jerk. She'd never beg for him-

"Fuck me, Sam," Quinn said. The slight begging in her voice killed Puck. "I want you in me. I want you to fuck me."

"Whatever you want, my queen," Sam said dorkily before crashing his lips with her. His hand guiding his member inside, pushing her panty to the side again and in one thrust, he slid his member inside her.

Quinn moaned out-loud against his lips.

"Did I hurt you?" Sam asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine," Quinn replied. Her voice a little weak. "You're just so much bigger than Puck," she admitted.

Although it was weird for him to hear Quinn talk about her other sexual experience, it also boosted his confidence when she told him he was bigger. Now, he was motivated more to make sure she would remember this afternoon.

Sam let her adjust to his size until his full length was completely inside her. He slowly took it out before pushing back inside. As she got accustomed to him being inside her, she felt the pleasure of his thrusts. She was starting to want more. Her hands crawled inside his shirt and her nails dug into his back.

"Faster," she instructed and Sam happily obliged.

He thrusted in her faster, building a rhythm as they fucked. She opened her legs wider to let him bury in deeper and her foot fell on the keys on the piano, creating a clutter of noise.

"Fuck!" she cursed out loud for the first time as the pleasure began to pile up. Sam pushed in her with powerful thrusts that she could go over the edge anytime.

Puck watched as Quinn was hugging her body to Sam's as both their bodies moved back and forth quickly. He was fucking her on the piano! Her beautiful face was scrunched up in ecstasy. She was biting on her lip. Her loud moans blended with the mess of noise coming from the piano. Her foot kicked down on the keys every time Sam pushed in her. She even cursed out loud which was so unlike her. He has never seen her so wrapped up in pleasure.

I want to die, Puck admitted. The pain was too much for him to bear. Somewhere deep inside, he still had a spark of hope that Quinn would end up with him but right now, it was as if Quinn stomped on that little spark.

"Oh God! Oh God! Sam!" Quinn voice was so high.

Sam hasn't said a word but he grunted every now and then. He was going so fast, the sensation filling him up.

"You're so tight," he finally spoke.

"Uhhh," Quinn moaned. She was so close to cumming. "Sam, I'm almost there," she bucked her hips along to his rhythm.

"Don't hold it in," he pushed in with force.

With one last powerful push, waves of pleasure crashed through Quinn's small body as she came right on top of the piano. At the same time, Sam ejaculated inside her and continued to push in and out slowly as he rode out his orgasm. Quinn leaned forward and rested her body on Sam in a hug. They both panted, tired from sex. Sam pulled out of her and removed the filled condom.

"Oh my god," Quinn said between breaths, fixing her soaked panty. Her chest rose up and down hard. "That was amazing."

Sam leaned in to place on sweet peck on her lips.

"I love you, Quinn Fabray."

"Are you sure you don't love me just because I put out for you?" she raised an eyebrow, grinning at her happy boyfriend. "Are you sure you don't love me just because we had sex?"

"We just had sex," Sam said, a bit in awe. He just had sex with the girl of his dreams.

"Sam!" Quinn said, slapping his arm.

"I'm kidding," Sam chuckled as he helped her down the piano. "I can't express how much I love you."

"Good," Quinn pulled him in for one last kiss before they left the choir room.

Puck heard the door close and he was alone in the choir room again. He was alone, period. He got out of his hiding place and looked around the choir room. It's as if nothing just happened. He approached a chair, grabbed it by the head and threw it against the glass cabinet. The sound of the glass shattering mimicked the sound of his own heart breaking into pieces. Puck trashed the room until part of his anger subsided. He left the room, forgetting his binder again, and forgetting that new chick's number.

(January 2, 2011)