Room 317, Late Friday after the Dance

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The problem with Puck having offered to carry her home from the dance was that once the idea was in Quinn's head, she kind of had to take him up on it.

The awesome part was, he did it, and without much wobbling. Quinn was giddily impressed.

"Can you find the light?," she was saying as they got through the door. "Oh my god, if Claudia is home by now she'll laugh her ass off at us."

[OOC: NFB, NF (other) I. Sorry, squirrels.]

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"I got it!" Puck assured her, and then actually backing it up by finding the switch with a little, "Ta da! And no Claudia, so no one's going to laugh." Except Puck, who was doing something dangerously close to giggling as he carefully stepped through the door, taking extra care not to hit any part of Quinn on the frame.

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"Unless I do," Quinn pointed out, a giggle in her voice as well. "I might totally still laugh at you, Puckerman. Wanna just drop me on the bed?"

It was the best place to take off her shoes.

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"I'm not gonna just drop you. I'm a gentleman," Puck assured her, scoffing as he moved over to the bed he assumed was hers and carefully set her down.

And then went ahead and sat down, too, because invitations to do so were for other people.

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The pinker side of the room? Totally hers.

Quinn pushed herself up onto her elbows and moved to the edge of the bed, primly undoing those troublesome shoes. "Thank you for being a gentleman," she said, a tiny bit awkward in the situation. "So ... welcome to my room. I bet it's a lot like yours."

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Puck leaned back on his hands, looking around the room. "I think mine might be a tiny bit more pink," he teased, slanting a smile at her. And totally not thinking about how he wanted to scoot closer.

...oh, screw it. He did scoot a little bit closer, shifting casually on the bed. She had to know his intentions at this point, and if he was reading her right, she was into it.

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Yeah, she was into it, and she scooted a bit closer herself. And apparently she'd decided the best way to end the awkward moment was to just pretend to be Brittany.

"We should make out," she said, firmly as she could manage. "Since you carried me all the way here, and everything."

That wasn't the only reason, but she figured he probably knew that anyhow.

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Puck blinked in surprise, for just a moment, because it was like she'd read his mind or something.

But he wasn't dumb enough to hesitate. Please. He'd been wanting to kiss her all night -- it was just that he'd met Quinn, and knew that she had to make the first move, or he was going to get slapped into next week if he wasn't careful.

But she'd done that, so: "Okay," he agreed easily, slipping an arm around her and leaning in to kiss her.

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Okay, he'd said, and his mouth was warm and tasted good, and Quinn kept her eyes shut and let herself enjoy the moment and not the 5,000 other things that usually took her mind over at times like this.

He was a boy. A very attractive boy, who liked her, who she trusted. If Professor Holmes was right, there was no harm in making out with him just because she felt like it. Between that and the punch she could just kind of ... let things happen.

Her hands found their way to his neckline, tracing along his collar and stopping to play with the top buttons.

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Puck wasn't used to thinking while making out, but he was right now, and it was weird. And the only reason he was thinking -- and 'thinking' was a very generous term to use here -- was because this was Quinn. And if it were any other girl, he would probably already have her bra unsnapped. So his brain was pacing him, just a little, and he was thinking about things before he did them.

That being said, he'd wrapped that one arm around her, tugging her a little closer against him, because he liked that thing she was doing with his buttons, and normally he'd take that as a cue but this was Quinn 'President of the Celibacy Club' Fabray so he was balking, just a bit.

That didn't keep him from putting his free hand on her leg, though. It just seemed like a great spot for his hand. She might be cold there, and it looked...soft, okay.

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Okay, so the buttons thing seemed to be working. Quinn jumped just a bit at the warmth of his hand through her skirt before scooting even closer, so her bare knee would press against his leg.

He wasn't moving too fast, so it felt safe to let her mouth wander over to the side of his neck, to play her lips along the fair skin that popped into view where his collar came loose. "Are you wearing aftershave?" she wondered, between kisses. "You smell good..."

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"A little," he admitted, sighing a little and pressing his face against her hair. "You smell like a girl. I mean, like perfume and shampoo and...nice girl things," he sighed. Not his most articulate or intelligent response, but he was sort of busy using his limited available brain capacity to keep his hormones in check while nuzzling along her neck and pressing a few soft kisses there.

He thought he might take a chance or two and kiss his way down to her shoulder, because strapless dresses were awesome that way, and girls' skin was so soft and nice and now his hand had slid down to her exposed knee, too. Seize the day, right?

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"I hope I smell like a girl," Quinn said, but she didn't have the brain to get much past that because there was a mouth on her shoulder and a hand on her knee, and wouldn't they be more comfortable if she leaned back against the pillows? Not lying down all the way, quite, just reclining so they'd both be a bit more comfortable and fit all the way on her bed.

Seizing the day seemed to be the order of the ... night. As for celibacy club, and the fact Puck wasn't even officially her boyfriend -- those were things she could worry about at a time when she wasn't kissing him and it wasn't almost Valentine's Day.

Kissing was about right just then.

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Was Puck ever going to turn down the prospect of a mostly-reclined girl on a bed? Probably not. Not even if it was Quinn and there were feelings and he was being good. So he followed her, and allowed his chest to cover hers, just in the name of...fitting on the bed. Really. His weight rest on his arms, because he was considerate that way -- and had nice arms that could be put to such uses -- but he just wanted to be closer to her, even if he was already kissing her.

He might have been letting her lead, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to let her know she was wanted.