Finn Hudson was alone in the boy’s lockeroom after football practice when he heard the door open and close.
“Hello?” he called and his echo answered him with the same tone. “Is anyone here?”
“Right here sexy.” he spun around to come face to face with the blonde cheerleader he had the privelige to call his girlfriend. He kissed her and she trickled her fingers down his muscular stomach, biting her bottom lips as she did so. Finn raised his eyebrows and a sly grin spread across his face.
‘Right now?” he whisprered in a voice almost inaudible. Quinn Fabray nodded and pulled off her top, revealing her black, lacy bra. She took out her ponytail and flipped her her so it sent out a vibe tha only said, “fuck me.” Finn slipped his arm around her tiny waist and crashed his lips into hers. She groaned into his mouth and could feel the heat spreading through her lower abdomen and wetness pooling between her thighs. He laid her out on the floor and sucked her pulse point, nipping at it gently. Soon he was inside her. Her back was arched so she could feel every inch of him, she gasped and moaned with each prominent thrust which only made Finn want to go faster and harder. When they finished, they laid on the lockeroom floor, throbbing with pleasure and smiling like idiots.
Noah Puckerman slid on his pants as quietly as possible and tried to remember the name of the girl he just woke up next to and where in the hell he was. He finally figured it out and started to walk home.
“MILF!” He called out in his head and discretely checked out her ass in the reflection of a store window.
“Fucked her. Fucked her. Fucked her. Didn’t fuck her but I’d like to.” he winked at the passing by girl and kept on walking, naming off every girl he’d ever done it with in his head and smiling to himself as he did so.
Santana Lopez and Brittany S. Peirce laid in Santana’s bed, kissing eachother tenderly. Suddenly, Brittany stopped and stared at Santana. A puzzled expression on her face.
“Do you have a problem with me having sexy times with Sam?” Santana looked away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “Santy?”
‘NO!” She yelled a little too harshy. Brittany frowned, got up and started to leave.
“B, wait.” Santana started to say.
“call me when you know how you feel about me.” With that, Brittany left, leaving Santana to think about something she hated most in the world. Her feelings.