Just Let Me Try

Chapter 4

Quinn stretched her arms over her head and readjusted the pillows behind her back for about the fifth time in an hour. She couldn't get comfortable on Puck's bed, but there really wasn't anywhere else for her to sit since Puck was occupying his desk chair and she pretty much hated it, too. Exasperated, she let out a sigh.

"Are you OK?" Puck asked, but didn't glance away from his computer screen.

"Yeah, I guess. I just can't really get comfortable. My back is kinda sore."

"I think I can help you out with that."

"How?"

"Sit up and scoot up," he said as he climbed behind her. He started to massage her shoulders before making his way down her back, applying gentle, but firm, pressure. When he hit a certain spot her back arched slightly. "Does that hurt?"

"No," she replied quietly. "It actually feels really good."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm."

He kept up the massage with one hand while he moved his other hand up to sweep away the hair from her neck and pressed his lips against the warm flesh.

"You smell really good," he muttered against her skin. She leaned back into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

"You're really comfy," she said and laid her head on his shoulder.

"At your service," he grinned and craned his neck and kissed a line from the corner of her eye down her jaw. So far, Puck had been very cautious when it came to physically expressing the way he felt about Quinn. A few kisses here and there was all he dared to attempt because he didn't want to pressure her or do anything that made her uncomfortable. Quinn didn't seem to mind at all, turning her head to allow him better access. He awkwardly kissed the side of her mouth, but that wasn't good enough for her, so she turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. When Puck heard a small moan escape from her lips he broke the kiss, lifted her into his arms and laid her down on the bed, keeping the distance between them close. He looked down at her for a brief moment, just long enough to take in the sight in front of him before he joined their lips together once more, lacing his fingers through her silky blonde hair.

If someone had told Quinn a little over a month ago that she would be making out with Puck on his bed (which she just so happened to sleep in) in his house (which she now called home) she would have thought they were insane, and yet, there she was. Kissing Puck had been good that one other night, but this was different because she knew that it wasn't just the fact that she had been upset that night and Puck offered her a shoulder to cry on this time. It was just Quinn and Puck and everything they felt for one another. She was nearly gasping for air when he moved his lips back to her neck and let his hand glide down her body, over the small mound of her belly, to rest on her sweatpants-clad thigh. Quinn bit her lip and smiled as she ran a hand over his Mohawk to the back of his neck. Just as Puck moved back to her mouth his bedroom door burst open.

"Dinner's ready!" Sara exclaimed. "Oh...sorry."

"Damnit, Sara," Puck cursed, scurrying off the bed. "Do you think you could learn how to fucking knock?"

"Puck," Quinn hissed, sitting up and smoothing down her hair. "Language."

"If you so much as breathe a word of this to mom I will murder you."

"Why would she care? Quinn's already knocked up."

Sometimes, Quinn was surprised at how much Sara knew for a ten-year-old girl, then, she remembered that Puck was her older brother.

"Sara," she tried, attempting a softer approach. "Please don't say anything."

"What's in it for me?"