Disclaimer: I do not own the television series Glee, and therefore I do not own any of the characters in this fic. The fic title is taken from the Britney Spears song, "3", as well as are the the lyrics that open the story. All credit goes to her, and her writers.

A/N: This is a very smutty, and very long one-shot about a threesome between my favorite girl and her two leading men. It's set early in the season I suppose, but of course very AU-ish since we know this is not how Quinn lost her virginity. Not sure how I feel about the outcome of my idea...but here you go.

I wish we had the option to mark three characters...because it's sort of equally for either Puck/Quinn or Finn/Quinn fansI'll just mark it as Puck/Quinn, because that's my OTP (even though I love Finn/Quinn a lot too)

Also, I'm not marking this as complete just yet because I'm making two little add-ons dealing with Quinn's "morning after" encounter with each guy.

Rated: M

" what we do is innocent;
just for fun and nothin' meant "

It's supposed to be their date night.

That's the only reason Quinn had let the hot tub warm up. Her parents wouldn't like the idea of her and Finn in the hot tub together while they're away on their third cruise of the year, but she figured as far as sins go, keeping her parents in the dark about what her and her boyfriend do on their dates is a pretty small crime.

Tonight doesn't seem like it's shaping up to be an actual date though, because she opens the door, already clad in her peachy-pink two piece to find that Finn isn't alone. He's standing there with the standard goofy boyish look in his brown eyes, and his main crone Noah Puckerman is leaning against the door frame like he owns the place when he's never even been inside.

"I messed up." The quarterback explains instantly with a shrug, "When I told you tonight would be the best night for me to come over, I forgot that I told Puck that we'd chill tonight."

"Tell him to go home." Quinn says obviously, as if the boy in question is not standing mere centimeters from her. She's not looking at him. She often avoids Puck's stare. It's so intense. It makes her feel funny deep in her stomach. She's decided that must be the hate she feels for him because he's one of the few people she can't seem to control.

"He's right here." Puck butts in, "And he's not going home, because his Mom is having a book club meeting, and he'd rather take a piss on The Red Tent than read it, or listen to people who have read it."

"As if you could even read." Quinn says, green eyes finally flickering over in his direction. He lays a hand over his heart, as if to mockingly suggest her statement hurt.

"Come on Quinnie" Finn pleads, using the sickeningly adorable nickname for her that should make her cringe, but actually always seems to endear him to her a little more, "Can't we just all hang out together tonight? I mean...we're all friends..."

She wants to point out that Noah really isn't her friend at all. He's his friend, and from her observations not even really a good one. He never cares to make lewd statements about her, or try to look up her Cheerios skirt even when Finn's around. Doesn't care to do even worse things when Finn's not around.

That's how they all end up the hot tub together though. Because really, Puck's staying and there is no use in wasting breath arguing.

Her in her delicate swim-suit, and the boys in their boxer shorts. They should have known this would be trouble.

They should have known it was going to be even more trouble when Puck disappeared into her house alone to "use the bathroom" and comes back with a bottle of dark liquid he found buried in her cupboard.

"I knew Daddy Fabray was a liquor man"

Quinn doesn't say that it's her mother who drinks. She isn't supposed to know that anyway

Everything is going normal for a while. They all share the bottle, and splash a little bit, and laugh a lot.

Then, when Puck leans over to get the bottle from Quinn, his lips suddenly crush into hers. For a split second she responds, but quickly she shoves him off.

Suddenly, the boys are both standing up in the water, because even if he's a little drunk, that's Finn's girl Puck just assaulted with his lips, and he obviously can't let it stand. He pushes him hard once, and then twice, but stops because it confuses him that Puck isn't fighting back.

"I'm sorry bro...I'm sorry." Puckerman shocks him even more by admitting, "She's just so damn perfect...I want her so much...I can't help it."

That should make Finn want to punch him in the mouth, but he sympathizes with the feeling too much to continue to box at him. "I know." He says, because he wants her just as much. Goes crazy at the thought of touching her. Hell, almost every time he kisses her he gets hard.

Quinn is sitting on the edge of the hot tub now, unsure of what to do. There are two guys who were fighting over her standing the hot tub, now standing and discussing how much they want her almost all friendly like. She knows the main thing she should be feeling is flattery, but mostly she's feeling fear. She's feeling fear because she's never been this turned on before.

All sexual things sort of make her fearful. Because they're dirty and impure. She's only ever even touched herself twice. She thinks about the irony of those two times now, as she's looking at the two boys.

The first was after a game, and she and Finn were both so excited and happy about the win that they'd let their post-game make-out session in his truck go a little far. He hadn't had any "accidents", but he'd got so hard from the position she sat sort of straddling his leg that she'd been able to feel him through his mesh after-game gym shorts on her thigh. She'd asked him to take her home, and after minimal begging, he'd agreed. She'd immediately taken a shower when she got in the door, and that's where she'd tried it for the first time, in a desperate attempt the relieve the pressure that had built up between her legs.

The next time, it was after a Cheerio's practice. She'd ventured back in from outside to fill her water bottle up in the fountain. While she was there, she'd decided to bend over and take a fresh drink from the fountain before the refill. Almost the second she bent over, she felt someone press against her her back. She felt something stiff against her backside and gasped. She expected Finn, but should have known by the boldness it wasn't him. She turned around right into the smug glare of Puck. "What do you think you're doing?" She'd demanded, her breath rugged. He'd been on the field running sprints when she left "You felt that didn't you?" He'd asked cockily, and she knew he meant his erection. He leaned close to her ear "I just thought you'd like a little feel of what you did to me...doing all that bouncing around out there in that skirt..." She'd instantly pushed him away, growling and meaning to forget the incident, but it had crept back into her thoughts again that night as she laid in bed, tossing and turning. She'd done a little growling then too, as her hand snuck under her night gown,

Back in the present, they were both looking at her.

"I want you too." She pants, her pulse quickened from the booze and the adrenaline "Both of you."

And that's how it's decided. Both Finn and Puck have been dreaming for the last couple years of getting between Quinn Fabray's legs, and they've apparently finally found the the only strategy that's going to work. Making it a team effort.

"Rules." Quinn says with a shaky breath, stepping completely out of the hot tub now, and wrapping a towel around her. "Number 1 - No one is ever allowed to know." She doesn't even want Jesus to know, but she knows he already does. She'll have to apologize later. When she's a little less tipsy, and a lot less aroused.

The boys take this as a cue to throw out their own rules.

"Number 2 – I ain't fucking touching him." Puck swears.

This doesn't look like it bothers Finn at all. In fact, it sort of relieves him. He didn't want to do stuff with Puck either, but he wants Quinn so much there was a part of his brain that had told him that if doing so would grant him access to her, than he would suffer through it.

"Number 3 – If I ever say stop...you stop." She pushes her damp blonde hair behind an ear, a little nervously. She's looking mainly at Puck for this rule.

"Number 4 – I go first." Puck bounces back,

"No way." Finn shoots at him, "Number 4 is I go first....I'm her boyfriend." He looks back to Quinn, "And Number 5 is that this doesn't change anything...that this is just a one time thing for life experience sake.. .after tonight you're still mine...only mine."

With a soft smile, Quinn nods in absolute agreement. Puck rolls his eyes at the cute little agreement.

"The sixth and final rule is for you to get naked...now." Puck says to break up the grinning session.

"Not out here like animals." Quinn glares. Even if she's about to do something wild and reckless, she can at least maintain a little decency by choosing an appropriate location. "Upstairs. My room."

This plan is good to Puck, whose never been in her room, but dreamed about it often. In fact, this whole situation if a lot like one of his reoccurring dreams. Only in the dream, Finn was Santana.

When they get to her room, it's just like he's always imagined it would be. It's very put together, very princess-like. Everything seems to be in a shade of ivory. The color of a pure little Daddy's girl. The first thing Quinn does is slip over to her dresser and lays two pictures face down. One is of her and father, and the other is of Jesus. Niether of them need to see what is about to happen.

Finn is standing against her closed door, almost as nervous as she is. He's not sure he can handle the sight of Puck touching her. It made him mad enough to see him kiss her in the hot tub. But Quinn wants them both right now, and he's pretty inclined to give her anything she wants, seeing as she's everything he wants.

Puck is the only one sure of himself. He's pulling his wet shorts down already. He doesn't care about being naked around Finn. They've been seeing eachother naked in the locker room for years. He just knows if this shit is really going to happen before either of them chicken out or change their minds, then nudity needs to start happening. Apparently Finn agrees, because he tugs his dark shorts down and off as well as he comes closer.

By the time Quinn turns around, the two hottest boys at William McKinley are standing practically side by side, chests glistening from the water, and completely naked. She bites her bottom lip, and the sight makes both boys almost simultaneously grunt.

She's sort of shivering in the wet suit as she lets the towel she's been gripping fiercely drops to her feet. She moves her hands behind her, breathing slowly, meaning to under her bikini top.

"Want us to do it?" Finn suddenly offers. He's so anxious to get his hands on her, he's about to explode. She nods, and brings her hands back to her sides. The boys waste no time in closing the distance and flanking her. Finn is behind her, fingers swiftly pulling the peach colored strings to make the top part. Puck isn't bothering with the strings of her bottoms from where he stands in front. He slips a finger in either side, and peels them down. Both parts of the garment hit the white carpet at almost the same time.

Now they're all naked, hot, bothered, and ready. The boys seem to be looking for one bit of last minute confirmation from her.

"Promise...promise you don't think I'm a whore..." She pleads, despite the fact she's about to have a mini-orgy.

"I think you're perfect." Finn assures her, his eyes drinking in her skin.

Puck's eyes haven't left her body either, but they momentarily drift up to her eyes when she asks the question "You? A whore?" He shakes his head. He could never see her like that. Even now, he can only think of her as a princess. He's Noah Puckerman though, and he can't say shit like that out loud, so he just says "You're Cyndi Lauper babe...you're a girl, and you just wanna have fun." That doesn't sound any better. Glee is making him sort of fruity, he thinks.

Finn can't wait anymore, he's pressing his body against her back, and she lays back against him. She turns her head a little bit, and he leans down and kisses her lips. When they part, she glances over at Puck whose watching, then back to Finn, who nods. Puck leans in now, and drinks in her kiss for the second time tonight. Her lips are red when they part, and cheeks are rosy from blushing. To ease a little awkwardness, she says "You two won't even kiss once for me?"

"Fuck no." Puck shakes his head, instantly squishing the notion. His lips aren't going near Hudson. Instead, they start sliding around on her neck. Finn follows suit from his place behind her, kissing the other side of her neck. All she can do is enjoy their work, one arm curving up behind her to encircle Finn's neck, while the other slings over Puck's shoulder, her hand running down his back

She feels a hand between her thighs, and from the devilish glint in Puck's eye, she knows it's his fingers that are starting to stroke her, coaxing her legs open. She makes a little whimpering sound which makes Finn groan. He likes the noises. Puck does too, but he likes the frustrated little facial expressions she's making even better.

Puck enters her with a finger, probing, making gentle ministrations. "Tell us what you want..." Finn nods, but he's sort of wrapped up in his own task right now. He's finally realized he's got full access to Quinn's boobs. He's never even gotten under bra before, and now here her milky globes are, pink nipples perfectly erect. His hand's massaging one, and he's tentatively pinching the nipple of the other between his thumb and forefinger.

She answers with a pleasured noise, and both guys are sure it's their own handiwork.

Puck notices Finn's confident look, and because he's an ass, makes a point of saying "You're so wet, baby...soaking wet" To tune the dolt into the fact he's finger-fucking the hell out of his girlfriend.

To his surprise, Finn's look is more one of wonderment than anger "I want to feel" He groans.

"No." Puck shakes his head, and Quinn feels him lift her, and deposit her on the edge bed, before instructing Finn, "Taste her, instead."

Finn kneels between her legs, and she feels his tongue graze her thigh a few times, before it flits against her lower lips, and finally dips into her wetness. This was Finn's first taste of a woman, and needless to say, he is not disappointed. His pleased sounds explain that.

"Fuck man" Puck grunts, climbing on the bed, and placing a hand on Quinn's bareback. He's seriously regretting being so generous and letting Finn get the first lick "What's she taste like?

The only reasonable answer Finn can think of to sum it up is "heaven", but that sounds like an over zealous and dorky answer. He doesn't want to look like some goofy lovestruck kid in front of Puck, who is obviously the experienced one here. So licking his lips, he just pants "She's sweet."

Maybe Quinn should have had some sort of problem with the boys discussing her like an ice-cream flavor, but she's too busy making throaty groans as Finn goes right back to flicking his tongue across her opening. Suddenly, in addition to his hands running up and down her back, she feels Noah's hot breath on her ear "You think that feels good?" He asks, then speaks to Finn "Suck her clit."

Finn's tongue dips to surround the hood, as Puck's tongue curls around her ear.

She's already so worked up that Finn hasn't even been sucking long when her first ever orgasm over takes her, and she shudders. Puck's ears fill with her deep moan, and Finn's mouth is filled with her come.

"I need you...now" Finn grrunts as he licks the taste of her from his lips, and watches her writhe and ride out her climax, her back against his best friend's chest.

"You ready, baby?" Puck whispers in her ear, and after she nods with a glazed look in her eyes, he scoots back pulling her with him, and Finn climbs on the bed positioning himself between her legs. He leans forward and kisses her slack lips, and she tastes the sweet, slightly acidic taste of herself on his lips. As Finn positions his tip at her still soaking entrance, Puck kisses her, stealing the fruity tang of her heat from where the other football player left it on her lips.

Quinn suddenly gasps a little, but not because she feels Finn readying himself to push in, but because she feels Puck's hard, insistent arousal against her back.

"I don't want to hurt her." Finn worries, despite the fact the pressure in him has now grown to the point he has no idea how he's holding himself in without plunging deep inside her and releasing.

"It'll only hurt for a minute." Puck says, his words still coming out in a whisper next to the blonde's ears, his eyes glued to, and enjoying, the side-view of her ecstasy filled face. "Then, she'll love it."

"Tell me it's okay." Finn is looking at his girlfriend for confirmation now, not the other boy. "Tell me what to do."

Even the middle of her passion haze, Quinn is slightly moved by the gesture. That he would consider stopping when they were this far in.

"Fuck me." She begs, almost not recognizing her own cracking voice.

The groan she hears is Puck's rather than Finn's, because suddenly he's finding his own orgasm hard to hold in when she's talking dirty like that. And he's a pro at going the extra mile. He's closed his eyes and doesn't even realize Finn has slipped in, until he hears Quinn's sharp intake of breath.

He wraps his arms around her tightly, holding her as Finn slowly grinds into her. He kisses away the single tear that spills from her eye from the pain of being entered for the first time. Just as he promised her though, even though the ripping pain is worse than she expected, it doesn't last long. She's able to open her eyes finally, and look into Finn's brown ones as he sinks in and out slowly, building up a steady rhythm. Her hips are moving with his, as Puck's hands slide over them.

Even if his hands are everywhere over her porcelain skin, Finn has forgotten Puck is there. All he sees are Quinn's green eyes, full of pleasure that he's bringing her, and all he can feel is her tight heat wrapped around him. It's almost too much for him, and when she throws her her head back arching against Puck's shoulder, screaming with her second orgasm of the night, he comes right then and there.

He waits a long second, regretting that he ever has to pull out of her.

Quinn's laying limp against Puck's shoulder, and he desperately wants his turn to feel her, but apparently despite his dick being hard as stone, he himself has gone soft and he directs her "Just rest now babe...just rest now." His hands massage her shoulders.

To his surprise, Quinn rolls over in his arms, and pushes him down on her pillow by pressing her small hands on his chest. He's been so patient. A virtue she never knew he had until tonight. She realizes just how hard it's been for him when she spies his full on erection.

"You can just suck me if you want..." He pants reaching out to stroke her perfect red lips, because he's not Gandhi here. He deserves something.

"I-I wouldn't be good at it." Quinn protests aloud, "Don't you want to feel...me?"

Everything about her turns him on, even the way she can't call her pussy by name.

"Get on." He grunts, and groans even harder when he feels her take him in her little shaky hand and guide him inside of her. Puck's hand covers hers and assists her in finding her opening. She isn't even really that nervous now. She knows the painful part is over. The only thing that has her slightly nervous is the thought of her boyfriend watching her ride his best friend.

But as she slides down, and Finn watches the two start a steady rhythm of their own, he's too turned on to be hurt or upset. He's surprised by how fast he's hard again. And when Quinn starts a hum of moans as the pace with Puck increases, he has to employ the use of his own hand to help himself out. He allows the other to tangle in Quinn's golden hair.

She only vaguely feels the tugging on her hair, because Noah's hips are bucking furiously up into her now, and she's riding and grinding him with such vigor that she's growing short of breath. Her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest. Or maybe that's his mile-a-minute rapid heartbeat she's hearing.

"Come for me, Quinn" He grunts, close to his own brink. He moves a hand up between their racking bodies, and starts rubbing her clit with a his finger in a circular motion "Come hard for me."

The added stimulation on top of his deep thrusts is more than enough, and she's pretty sure her eyes almost roll back as she does as exactly as she's told. Feeling her shudder underneath the hand he has rubbing her back now, Finn comes again in his own hand.

Puck allows himself a few more thrusts, because she's so fucking tight now that she's clenched, and then with an inhuman sound that could possibly be her name, he comes. She rests on top of him, and he's almost be content to let her fall asleep like that, with him still inside her.

Finn helps her off though, because he knows if Quinn doesn't go bathe some of the sweat and other fluids off, she'll wake up sticky and grimy in the morning, and won't be pleasant.

She's not sure she can walk, so he helps her to the bathroom, kissing her against the door, before she goes in shutting it, and he turns back to Puck.

They stare at each other for a moment in naked awkwardness. They're bros, but niether is sure how they feel about seeing the other in the afterglow of the best sexual experience of both their lives.

"My gym bag's in the truck...I got a couple pair of shorts" Finn finally says rubbing his neck, and pulls back on his wet boxer shorts to make the trek outside to get them, without further explanation.

Somewhere inside Puck's head, he hopes Quinn will open the door and come back for more of him before Finn ever gets back. A more pressing thought is that he should try the door and see if it's locked. If it's not...see if she needs company in the tub.

But Finn's back with the shorts before he can make himself move, and they both put on the dry clothes in silence.

Puck settles himself in the left side of the bed, while Finn collapses on the right.

The bathroom door opens, and they're saved from strained conversation by the sight of Quinn in her white gown. It's long, hitting her at the knee, but also very light and sheer.

She climbs into the bed between them, wordlessly.

Finn thinks she looks like a fairytale princess, glowing and precious.

Puck thinks she looks like a angel in the the white, all soft and warm.

They both think they can see her nipples through the night gown.

In no time, their little exhausted virgin girl is fast asleep in the crook of Finn's arm, having pulled Puck's arm around her waist for more warmth.

Puck's chin rests on her shoulder, and Finn's against her forehead.

"Hey Finn" Puck whispers as softly as he can into the night.

"Yeah?" Finn's voice is equally muted.

"Thanks."

In her sleep, Quinn sighs peacefully.