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[hadtimeofmylife]

Quinn had a talk with Puck earlier and against her better judgement, which wasn't all that great nowadays, she invited him over. She knew exactly what she wanted to happen because Quinn had changed. Sex was just sex now. It wasn't something that had to wait until marriage, it wasn't something that needed to be between two people that loved each

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[puckingaround]

Puck knew this wasn't what Rachel had in mind when she told him to try and get Quinn to come back to glee club. He had tried by talking to her, even admitting that he didn't want her to come back for the club but for him, and she'd told him she'd think about it... and then she'd asked him to come over to her house. He hadn't been to her house since... well, since he'd knocked her up. He couldn't get her words out of his head after he'd asked what her new self did for fun these days. You'll find out when you come over tonight. Fuck. She wasn't an innoccent little girl anymore, that much was obvious. But when was she ever? Maybe she was right. Maybe this was her real self.

Part of him was worried about this new Quinn. It was what made him look at her in concern more than anything the first time he saw her in the hallway. But he was still Puck. Her new look, her attitude, it was hot and he didn't know how long she was going to stay like this for, which meant he had to act fast. When he arrived at nine and she opened the door in a mesh

[hadtimeofmylife]

She smirked and it only grew when she saw his eyes locked on her chest, it actually had a feeling turning in her chest and gut. Old Quinn would've told him to look elsewhere, but this Quinn.. she liked it. Especially from Puck. Something other than lust though was turning inside her. Taking a small sip of her beer, she stepped to the side and opened the door wider, motioning him in. "Think you can take your eyes off my chest long enough to have a beer or do you want something harder? I know I sure do," and she didn't mean alcohol, Puck. It was a little more than obvious as she let her eyes run down his body, her tongue slowly running over her upper lip.

[puckingaround]

Innuendo from Quinn Fabray. It was like she'd turned into a female version of himself. And she was drinking beer? He didn't look embarrassed for being caught looking at her chest. He could tell she liked it. Which was strange since the old Quinn would have crossed her arms over her chest or slapped him. "Getting your chest stared at it is the point of a mesh shirt," he informed her, leaning in to speak into her ear before he passed her. "We'll start with beer and then move onto something... harder." If she was enjoying him checking out, he was totally enjoying her returning the favor.

[hadtimeofmylife]

Her eyelids flickered when he spoke into her ear, but she tried hard to keep her composure as he passed by her, Quinn closing the door behind him. "If you say so," she said softly and walked ahead of him into the kitchen, the skirt she wore barely covering her butt. Going into the fridge, she grabbed a cold bottle of beer and handed it over to him. "So, what did you do all summer?" She asked, taking a longer sip of her beer this time, green eyes staying on him.