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: Here's the last one guys. Again, sorry for the typos. I might correct them later and reload, when my stack of assignments isn't crying for attention!

Rated: M

"livin' in sin-

is the new thing"

The next time she wakes up, he's on top of her.

Well, not exactly on top of her. He's merely hovering over, a hand on the bed on either side of her, tracing her collar bone with his full lips. Her eyes aren't open yet. She's not even totally awake, but she can feel him. Feel his lips on her skin, his torso lightly pressing against her breasts, and his knee gently parting her legs a bit. He presses the knee against the sheer cloth of her night gown, gently kneading her sex with it.

"Mmm" She hums, eyes fluttering, but not opening.

Puck is pleased. And horny.

He's dreamed about her all night. He thought those dreams would stop if he ever truly got a taste of what it was like to be with her. The mystery would be gone. She'd be just another girl he fucked, and then forgot about. The moment sleep overtook him, he could see that wasn't true. Her face was still there.

Most of the dreams had been dirty. Naturally. Some of them were just flashes of what had already happened. Memories of her groaning as he awakened her sexual side by being the first person stroke her. The first person to feel her warm moisture. Memories of her whimpering as she lay with her back to his chest and he fondled her breasts. Memories, sweet sweet memories, of her on top of him. Her perfect little hand surrounding his hard length, helping him slide in her soaking entrance. It had been a true test of his sexual prowess, not coming as soon as he felt her.

Of course there'd been fantasy elements to the dream. Like the absence of Finn. Then dream he'd had about the hot tub sex. And the locker room sex. And the bleacher sex. And the Spanish class room sex ( muy caliente). And the mattress store sex. And the pool store sex. And fuck, he is obsessed with the thought of fucking her. Or obsessed with the fucking thought of her.

Needless to say, he'd woken up harder than a diamond in an ice storm

As Puck is sucking her neck, he suddenly remembers he didn't get a proper taste of her the night before. Only the the lingering after flavor on her lips. He smirks, because he knows exactly what will wake her up.

Pushing the garment up with ease, he takes a minute to admire how flawless she is. Delicate folds with just enough dark hair on her mound to make him grunt. It almost isn't fair, how perfect she's allowed to be. It's enough to drive any man insane. That's why he feels no guilt that she's his best friend's girl when he licks her lower lips all the way across, causing her to shiver in her sleep. He counts this as a small crime. The big crimes are the things he's thinking of doing to her. He doesn't feel guilty for those either. No man could resist. Unless he was some superhuman fucker. And Puck happens to think superheroes and comics are for geeks.

He darts is his tongue into to taste her, surprising a shudder of his own at the musky sweet flavor that fills his mouth. She gasps, though still asleep, and he can't contain his cocky grin. Not because she gasped. Because of what she gasped.

A breathy, "Oh, Puck"

He likes to think it either means she's dreaming about him, or else her body instantly knows the feel of his. Either of those boost his ego.

"Wake up, babe" He murmurs against her inner thigh "I want you to watch this."

This is when Quinn's eyes flutter open gently, meeting his heavy stare. Her breath hitches, because even though his body so close to hers feels so right, she knows it's so wrong.

"No...no...no" Quinn protests, weakly "We can't...you have to stop..."

"Stop what?" The football player asks innocently, kissing a line up her, not missing in an inch in his trail. His lips are so warm they even seem to burn through the material of her gown. Skin on skin would feel better, but his touch is powerful.

"You know what." She warns, but it comes out in a heavy, ecstasy filled sigh because his lips have reached one of her breasts, and he's rubbing his them lightly across her hardened nipple. The gown is so sheer, that he can see it's pinky hue even covered. "This stopped being okay last night...it ended last night."

"No way." He says, and he's trying to sound smirky, but can't hide the rush of intensity in his tone "Last night...was only the start."

"I...I have a boyfriend." She reminds him, despite not being able to remember his name at the moment, because Puck has decided the other nipple is jealous, and has started teasing it as well.

"And I have a massive hard-on." He grunts in return. "I think that's the more pressing issue."

She purses her lips, trying to ignore the pressure mounting, and simultaneously pushing upward on his chest "There's lotion on my end table to handle that issue with."

Puck's gaze narrows, and they glare at eachother for a moment, but he allows her to push him off.

He rolls over, laying on his back. He puts his thumbs in the short's Finn lent him, and pulls them down past his waist, freeing his cock.

"W-h-hat are you doing?" Quinn breathes out, looking over only slightly, from her peripheral vision.

"Taking care of it." He explains.

She thinks he's bluffing. He's not really going to -

"Oh baby..." He grunts, and she turns to look at him full on now.

His hand is wrapped around himself, massaging and rubbing, his eyes closed.

"Puck" She breathes lightly. She can't stop watching him. Oh god, this is perverse and she should be ladylike and just look away, or leave the room or something. But she can't. The harder he pumps, the more turned on she is. "Puck" She says he is name again, louder.

"Quinn" He groans, as if he's answering her sex call or something, not slowing his hand at all.

"Stop...stop doing that" She whispers

"I...I can't" He moans.

"No...I mean...stop using your hand..." Quinn's not sure when she made up her mind, but it's made up "Use me instead."

Obviously, Puck needs little convincing. He's back in place over her in a second.

She spreads her legs, and he jerks the gown over her head, then positions himself, moving his tip just barely into her. He doesn't go any further yet.

He leans up and whispers against her lips "Tell me you want me"

"I want you." She promises, because there's no denying it now. He can feel how turned on she is.

"Say my name." Puck insists, nibbling at her lower lip

"Puck" She groans, ans wiggles her hips upward, begging him with her body to slip further in "I want you, Puck"

He slides further into her, groaning at the warm feeling.

That's when it catches his eye. Resting peacefully, right above her little perky tits. The golden necklace. Symbol of her innocence. He gathers the cross up in his mouth as he begins to be rock inside her. Maybe to signify to her that she's not God's good little girl anymore. Not Daddy's good little girl. Not even Finn's good little girl. She's all his. Her body says so,

Quinn doesn't notice this symbolism. She's too bust arching up into him, wrapping her legs around his waist, needing more of him and needing it right now.

"Harder." She begs, hips jarring upwards faster "Harder and deeper."

Fuck. He loves hearing her say dirty shit. Puck complies, allowing himself to enter her so deeply that he needs to steady himself by grabbing the headboard.

Their rhythm is reckless and abandoned now. Quinn is screaming and groaning things that sound vaguely like prayers of thanks to God. Ironically, Puck's teeth are still clutching the cross in an animalistic fashion. It only falls out when he comes with a jerk, seconds after she's shook like mad with her orgasm.

They lay there on the bed breathing hard, and sweating like crazy for a while.

Quinn closes her eyes and in her mind, promises God and Finn that it's the last time it will ever happen.

Five minutes later, she's on top of him, and they're fucking like animals again.

She doesn't make any more promises. She's bad at them.

Puck apparently doesn't know this, because later when she drives him home, and they pull up to his house, he looks over at her "Promise me...promise me I haven't touched you for the last time."

"It was supposed to be the one time" She says, taking in a breath, and looking out the window "Just for...life experience sake."

"Yeah...and fuck...it was the best experience of my life" He smirks, "All three times."

"Four." Quinn sheepishly reminds him. The fourth time was a total accident on her part though. She could have sworn she locked the to door to the bathroom when she went to shower after number three.

Puck knows it was four, but while the first time was amazing, he's just counting the ones that were just her and him. No Finn.

"It doesn't have to end." Puck says, putting his hand over hers.

She curls her fingers around his briefly, but then pulls her hand back in her own lap.

"Yes...yes it does." Quinn nods, "I'm with Finn...we're in love...he loves me."

Finn is his boy. He loves him like a brother, so he won't say anything against him. But, he's not giving up on Quinn either.

"Just give this thing a chance, Fabray."

"Why?" She asks, turning her green gaze on him, his dark one meeting hers. "What good reason is there for me hurting Finn...a guy who loves me...like that?"

He can't find the words to explain it to her. Well, he finds them, but they're not standard in the Noah Puckerman vocabulary, so it's taking time to push them out.

"Your mom's at the door." Quinn says finally, after the silence "You better get out."

So he does. Just like that, he gets out, closes her car door, and trudges up his walk.

She barely admits it to herself, but she's disappointed he didn't answer. Maybe even a little devastated.

Quinn spends the rest of the day dealing with all these new feelings by watching her parents Touched by an Angel DVD set, and eating almost the whole tub of ice cream. All the sex left her ravenously hungry. She tells herself all the calories are okay because she worked off so many today.

She's starting to feel a little better when she hears a knock at the door, and her phone buzzes at the same time. She reads the text on the way to the door, which she finds Finn's daisies behind when she opens. A little note stuck in the petals of one reads "I love you Q - Finn" They make her happy, but also confused. Confused because of what happened earlier with Puck. And more confused because of the text message still open on the phone in her hand. Puck's answer to the question he left hanging earlier in the car:

Puck: cuz i love you too.