A/N: Just a little filler smut while I continue to struggle with my writing muse! Need a way to throw some more Puck/Santana into the story, for some reason I struggle to write the two of them without Quinn in the mix!
Chapter Sixteen: 19 Weeks
Quinn lay stretched out on her and Santana's bed, earphones in and music playing quietly as she enjoyed the unusually peaceful and quiet house.
Santana and her parents had gone for lunch at one of Santana's Aunt's houses, Quinn had a tough time sleeping the night before, and Santana had encouraged her to stay home and rest instead of going to the loud, crazy house with them.
Quinn had protested until Puck joined in the argument too, reminding the blonde that she had been awake since a little before 4am. Finally Quinn gave in, though she couldn't help but pout when Puck reminded her that he was looking after Hannah but would do it at his Mom's house so she could get some sleep without the energetic little girl bouncing around.
As Quinn thought of Puck babysitting, her mind drifted to a time a few weeks earlier that her and Puck had babysat Mr Shue's nephews, three boys who were notorious for being hard work. She picked up her phone and turned the song to the one they had sung together on that night, her mind filling with the memory.
"I told you we should have been the cowboys," Quinn groaned she tried to fumble with the skipping ropes that the three boys had tied her to the chair with.
"My bad," Puck apologised. "I wonder if we could take these ropes home though, play a little cowboys and Indians ourselves?"
"Puck! Focus!" Quinn scolded, though she was glad that Puck was unable to see the blush that arose on her cheeks as she thought of him tying her up, of both him and Santana teasing her until she lost her mind. "Can you help me with this knot? I've almost got it."
Puck stretched his hand down to help Quinn, but instead of feeling the knot he was met with the soft skin of Quinn's hands, linking their fingers together tightly.
"Puck," Quinn protested lightly. "We're meant to be getting ourselves free, remember?"
Puck chuckled to himself as he let go of Quinn's fingers and quickly untied the knot that was holding them to the chairs.
"Stop that! Not the table!" Quinn jumped up from the chair as the boys pushed over a table on the other side of the room. "Think of something, please?"
Puck didn't like to see Quinn being stressed out and so he quickly racked his brains to think of something that might calm the three boys down and help Quinn relax.
"I brought my guitar, why don't you sing them a lullaby," Puck suggested, hoping that Quinn's sweet voice would calm the boys and stop them from destroying the house for a few seconds.
""Hey kids! Look at me!" Quinn demanded softly, and Puck was surprised to see the boys stop hitting each other with the cushions and turn to face the blonde. "Wanna see a real live music video?"
The boys nodded eagerly and Quinn cast her eyes around the destroyed living room.
"Well we gotta clean this place up first, and then Puck will get his guitar, okay?"
Within ten minutes the house was straightened up and the boys were sitting quietly on the couch looking more like little angels than the demons they had been earlier in the night.
As Puck started playing, Quinn started singing and the chemistry between them was instant. It wasn't far into the song that Quinn relaxed, leaning in to sing the lyrics in Puck's ear from behind the couch before moving around to dance next to him, her movements making it hard for Puck to concentrate on anything but her swinging hips and soft smirks.
"Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep," as the lyrics played through Quinn's head she couldn't help but bite down on her lip at the memory of dancing to this part of the song, intentionally moving her body in a way she knew would be driving Puck crazy.
Quinn swayed her body to the music, making sure to swing her hips teasingly for Puck and as their eyes met she couldn't help but grin to herself as she noticed Puck's darkened eyes and sexy smile as he watched her dancing.
After another round of the song - this time with Quinn's dancing getting purposefully more teasing for Puck's benefit - Quinn announced it was time for the boys to take a bath and get ready for bed. The three boys were full of smiles as they headed off to find pyjamas and Quinn wandered off to the bathroom to start the water.
She was just about to stand back up from turning the taps on when she felt Puck's hard body slide up behind her, his hands gripping onto Quinn's hips and pulling her tightly against him, rocking himself against her.
"God you're so sexy when you dance," Puck groaned as Quinn straightened up, arching her back as she felt Puck's hardness pressing against her eagerly. "So fucking sexy."
Quinn moaned as Puck slipped one hand around to her front, sliding across the denim material until he could press between her thighs.
"Did that turn you on, dancing for me, Princess?" Puck's voice was husky as he pressed a series of kisses against Quinn's neck. "I know you can feel what it did to me, I want to feel you too."
Quinn's hips bucked up against Puck's hand which was rubbing her slowly, she was desperate for his touch and the teasing was only making her want it more.
"Puck," she gasped. "Please!"
"Quinn? We're ready!" Came a voice down the hallway that tore Quinn from the moment, leaving her still hot and needy, but wanting to get the boys into bed quickly so that she could return to Puck and his eager body.
Half an hour later and the three boys were bathed, dried, dressed and fast asleep together in bed. Quinn stood watching them for a few seconds with a pleased grin on her face before she went in search of Puck.
She found him shirtless and laying on the couch, with a smile on her face Quinn headed towards him, but stopped abruptly when she saw that his pants were unbuttoned and he was already pumping his hard cock slowly.
Quinn stood unable to move as she watched Puck's hand work himself, and although Puck had heard her approach and knew she was watching him, he could hear by the catch in her breath that she was enjoying the sight before her.
Puck started to speed up, twisting his wrist each time he got to the tip, wondering how long he could hold off before coming apart under Quinn's gaze. Just when Puck thought he was going to explode, Quinn let out a breathy moan and Puck's eyes shot open, his hand dropping as he beckoned for her to join him on the couch.
Quinn wasted no time in heading toward the couch, letting Puck tug gently on her wrist, pulling her down on top of him as their lips crashed together in a frenzied kiss. As his tongue snaked out to lick along Quinn's bottom lip, Puck slipped a hand up under Quinn's t-shirt, smiling into the kiss as his hand grazed over her baby bump before coming to rest on one of Quinn's breasts.
Quinn groaned into the kiss, grinding her hips down harder against Puck as he gently kneaded her overly-sensitive breast before slipping inside to flick his thumb against her nipple.
"Puck," Quinn gasped as she broke the kiss. "No teasing, I just need you."
Puck eased Quinn up into a sitting position as he switched his hand over to her other breast, not quite ready to finish what he was doing, but as eager as Quinn was to move things along.
"Take off your top, baby," Puck told Quinn, flicking the button on her jeans as Quinn quickly tugged her t-shirt off of her body, tossing it onto the floor. Puck's spare hand went behind Quinn, expertly undoing her bra in one quick movement before throwing it aside to join her t-shirt.
"Why did I wear jeans?" Quinn complained as she tried to get the denim down her legs without moving off of Puck's lap. Unable to manage this, she quickly stood up, tugging the material down her legs, along with her underwear until she stood naked in front of Puck, whom still had his pants somewhat on his body. "Those need to come off."
Puck complied with his girlfriend's request, raising his hips so he could tug the material down easier. Once he too was naked he raised an eyebrow at Quinn, as if asking what she was waiting for.
Quinn climbed onto Puck, her knees gripping onto his hips as she brushed their bodies together.
"I thought you said no teasing," Puck muttered, wanting nothing more than to just grab Quinn's hips and sink her down onto his waiting cock.
Quinn flashed him a small smile before she sank down onto him, taking him fully in just the one movement.
"Fuck," Puck cursed, his hands flying to Quinn's hips to help her as she started to fall into a quick rhythm, obviously as eager for this as Puck was. Already close from his earlier playing, Puck knew he had to get Quinn up to speed before he couldn't hold back anymore, so he moved one of his hands up to Quinn's breast, holding it so he could bring his lips down to take the nipple into his mouth. Using his tongue, teeth and lips to build Quinn up quickly, Puck struggled to hold back his pleasure as Quinn's head fell back, a steady stream of moans and curses coming from her mouth, her body slamming down harder and harder against Puck until her muscles tightened around him, drawing out his own orgasm. Puck could feel himself filling up Quinn as her body milked him, spurring on her own orgasm which seemed never ending as Quinn's nails dug into Puck's shoulder, a quick, strangled moan falling from her lips until she collapsed against him in exhaustion.
"Who knew babysitting could be so fun?" Puck asked as he finally managed to catch his breath, his fingers drawing soft patterns on Quinn's back as she snuggled into his neck.
Quinn's thoughts drifted back to the present day and she started to pay attention to the music that was playing, though she had missed a few songs while thinking about her escapade with Puck.
As Quinn's focused on the song that was playing, she heard the song play that Santana had set for Puck on her cell phone. Quinn felt her face flush as she was pulled into another memory, one that happened just a few days after her and Puck babysat together.
Quinn was beyond mad that Coach Sylvester had managed to get Mr Shue banned from competitions because of something as pathetic as sleeping on a mattress they had "received" for payment.
Knowing there was one sure way to upset the older woman, Quinn had found her Cheerios uniform in the closet that morning and taken it to school, after all the drama over the yearbook photos, and now the business with Mr Shue, Quinn was ready to use a little blackmail on Sue Sylvester.
After school, Quinn had dressed in her uniform in the bathroom, pulling her hair back into her high ponytail before arranging the uniform over her slight baby bump, which was barely noticeable in the polyester material. Once she looked like her old self, Quinn headed to Coach Sylvester's office to give the woman a piece of her mind and make some demands that she knew her former coach would be only too happy to go along with.
Ten minutes later and feeling satisfied about her win against Sue, Quinn was heading back to the bathroom to change out of the uniform when Santana started heading down the hallway towards Quinn. The brunette's eyes widened as she took in the uniform her girlfriend was wearing, and Quinn blushed as Santana's eyes lingered on her bare legs.
"Holy fuck, Kitten," Santana cursed as she stopped in front of Quinn. "I'd ask why the hell you're wearing that, but I think the question needs to be "why the hell don't you wear this more often?" Like all the time at home."
"I barely fit into it," Quinn rolled her eyes, watching as Santana's gaze once again went down to her toned legs and slowly trailed back up Quinn's body until fiery chocolate eyes met sparkling green eyes.
"You look hella fine to me," Santana argued, reaching out a hand to hold tightly onto Quinn's waist, fingers slipping under the material until she was able to brush against Quinn's bare skin.
"Not here, San," Quinn muttered, bringing her hand up to cover Santana's hand which only made Santana grip her waist tighter.
"We're waiting for Puck to finish practice, remember?" Santana grumbled. "I can't wait, I want you. Now."
Quinn whimpered softly at Santana's fierce tone as she spoke, tugging Quinn closer until their bodies were just inches from touching.
"Please don't make me wait, Kitten," Santana begged, bringing her other hand up to skim up Quinn's side, brushing lightly against the side of Quinn's breast.
"Where?" Quinn asked desperately, suddenly as eager as Santana.
Santana glanced around the mostly empty hallway before seeing the bathroom just a few doors away from them. Dropping her hands, Santana linked her fingers with Quinn's tugging the blonde a couple of steps until they were able to enter the empty bathroom.
Santana pushed Quinn up against the door, reaching out to flick the lock before she let her lips crash onto Quinn's, pinning the blonde's hands against the door up near her head.
"Don't move them," Santana instructed. "Or I'll stop."
With those words Santana moved her mouth to skim along Quinn's features, across her forehead, over her closed eyes, down her perfect nose, across both of her cheeks before brushing a teasing kiss against Quinn's mouth, making Quinn cry out.
"Santana," Quinn begged, her fists clenching together tightly as she resisted the urge to drag Santana's mouth back to her own.
"Patience, Kitten, patience," Santana breathed against Quinn's ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and tugging lightly, making Quinn hiss out. "Did you know that every time I saw you in that uniform I wanted to just push you up against the nearest door or wall and ravish you?"
"I wore my uniform every day," Quinn reminded the brunette and Santana pulled away from her attack on Quinn's neck to smirk at her girlfriend.
"Exactly, Kitten," Santana grinned. "Every day I had to resist the urge to kiss you wildly, to stop myself from touching you, to forbid myself from fucking you until you screamed my name. But now? Now I get to do all of those things, whenever I want."
Quinn's legs were shaking so hard she didn't know how she was still standing, and after Santana's heated confession, Quinn's breathing was so fast it was a wonder she didn't pass out.
Before Quinn could form a response Santana crashed their lips together, immediately thrusting her tongue into Quinn's mouth as the blonde gasped at the sudden kiss. Santana reached up and linked her fingers with Quinn's bringing them down to rest on her own hips where Quinn dug her fingers into the sensitive skin.
As their mouths moved together, tongues tangling and teeth nipping, Santana started to step backwards, bringing Quinn with her until they reached the counter. Once there, Santana spun around, backing Quinn against the hard countertop before reaching down and lifting the blonde up to sit on the edge.
"I can kiss you whenever I want," Santana murmured as she broke the kiss, her hands moving to cup Quinn's breasts in her own hands, squeezing them gently. "I can touch you whenever I want too."
Quinn's head fell back, hitting the mirror behind her, but Quinn didn't feel a thing as Santana's hands continued their massage.
"And now I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name," Santana informed Quinn, watching as the blonde's eyes flew open, the dark green that met Santana's sparkling browns showed Santana that the blonde wanted exactly what was being offered to her. "Get down off the counter, Quinn."
Quinn slid off the counter, a puzzled look crossing her face as Santana spun her around to face the mirror.
"I want you to watch, Kitten," Santana answered her as their eyes met in the mirror, stepping forward until her front pressed hard against Quinn's back, her hands moving back up to cover Quinn's breasts again, and Quinn let her head fall back against Santana's shoulder, but this made Santana stop her movements. "If you want this, you need to watch."
Quinn forced her eyes back to the mirror, her eyes immediately falling upon the sight of Santana's hands squeezing her breasts.
"Oh San," Quinn breathed. "I need more."
"You want me to fuck you now?" Santana breathed, pressing her lips against Quinn's neck, feeling the blonde nod in response. "I can't hear you, Kitten."
"Please San," Quinn begged, but when the brunette's hand stayed in place, Quinn knew that her girlfriend was wanting more from her before she continued. "Fuck me, San."
Santana drew in a shaky breath at Quinn's words, she loved how Quinn wanted her touch so badly that she would say anything to get what she needed.
Moving her hands slowly down Quinn's body, Santana reached up under the Cheerio's skirt and pulled down Quinn's underwear, letting the blonde step out of the panties before she pushed her knee between Quinn's thighs, feeling Quinn's legs squeeze her back in response.
Santana slipped her hand under Quinn's skirt once more, quickly finding where she wanted to be and running her fingers through the moisture that she found there.
"Wow, Kitten," Santana murmured. "You're so wet."
Quinn moaned at Santana's words, her legs spreading further to let Santana explore her body more.
Santana was beyond teasing Quinn now, she wanted to watch the blonde fall apart under her fingers, wanted Quinn to see herself tip over the edge in the mirror. Wasting no time Santana pushed one finger deep inside Quinn, stilling for a second before withdrawing and pumping in just as fast, repeating the motion several times before adding another finger, and then another, her eyes never leaving Quinn's as she watched every single facial expression that crossed the blonde's face.
Santana could feel Quinn's muscles clenching her more tightly, her breathing only coming in soft, breathy moans now as she climbed higher and higher. Their eyes locked as Quinn tumbled over the edge, screaming out Santana's name followed by a chant of moaned expletives. As Quinn struggled to catch her breath, Santana's phone rang, the song she had assigned to Puck filling the small bathroom.
Removing her fingers from Quinn, Santana kissed the blonde's shoulder as she answered the call.
"Hey you... yeah she's with me... we're in the bathroom by Sue's office... no everything is fine, more than fine actually, I just fucked Quinn in her Cheerio's uniform," Santana bragged, her eyebrows shooting up at Quinn's blush.
"Did you really just need to tell him that?" Quinn asked, but Santana knew the blonde wasn't mad at her.
"As soon as he sees you he'll be able to tell, you have that just fucked look about you," Santana teased, spinning Quinn around to place a soft kiss upon her lips. "I love you."
"Love you too," Quinn mumbled, pressing her lips back against Santana's again. "Even if you did just ravish me in the school bathroom."
"Please, Kitten," Santana scoffed. "You love me becauseI just fucked you in the school bathroom."