Title: Secrets to Tell

Summary: It's amazing the types of secrets people have.

Rating: M – like very M.

Ships: Finn/Rachel, Quinn/Puck I don't want to give too much away, but um, if you don't like to read about love occurring between more than two people, then I suggest you avert your eyes now.

Spoilers: Um all episodes aired are fair game. Also, there are a few things I've kind of changed, but blink and you miss them? Maybe?

Author's Note: So there is basically no way this would ever happen. Ever! But this idea popped into my head the other day and now I can't get it out. So, bear with me on this. Sorry if they don't really sound like the characters. We've only had a few episodes to learn how they think, but hopefully you can still read it. Also, I have no intention of offending anyone's religion. So I apologise in advance, if I have done so with this fic.

Again, this would NEVER happen! NEVER! And that's why we invented fic.

Part One:

I, Quinn Fabray, have a secret to tell.

I'm not a good Catholic girl.

When I was seven, I stole some gum from a Gas Station and lied about it in the car ride home. It was so easy. I couldn't believe I'd never tried it before. While my parents were distracted by the obscene child having a tantrum behind us, I just slipped the gum into my pocket. No one was the wiser. I didn't even bring it up in confession that Sunday at Mass. I knew what Father O'Grady would tell me, "Say three Hail Mary's tonight before bed, and God will forgive you." I didn't say any Hail Mary's.

When I was ten, I told a girl that she was fat and ugly and no one would even pay to be her friend. She wasn't fat, and she wasn't ugly at all. She had really shiny brown hair and was quite skinny. I just really wanted her new pencil case. It had 'Hey Arnold!' on it.

When I was eleven, I let a boy kiss me on the lips, even though I didn't like him all that much. I knew my mother wouldn't like it, but Daddy always preached compromise. The boy did my homework for a week, so I let him look at my training bra and he did it for a month.

When I was thirteen, I poured red food dye onto the back of the same girl's skirt during gym class because she smiled at Jeremy Donaldson. Her smile was so annoying because she'd smile at everyone. It wasn't even a small smile, it was like this huge grin was permanently etched on her face. She never smiled at me.

When I was fifteen, I finally figured out why I was doing these things, but I felt no reason to stop. I just continued on torturing this poor girl who always came back for more. I even started the Celibacy Club that year, so I could look respectable because Momma always told me to be a lady. Whatever, Celibacy Club was a way to keep boys interested without breaking any of my 'morals'.

Just before I turned 16, I started dating Finn Hudson. I finally liked a decent guy. I intended for it to stick. At least for a little while.

But I'm not a good Catholic girl, and I was never meant to be one. When Noah Puckerman and Finn Hudson cornered me after Cheerio's practice one afternoon, I knew I'd have to say at least ten Hail Mary's to get that make-out session off my brass Halo.

Finn was into me, but I knew Puck really wanted me. Finn seemed pretty relaxed about the entire situation, so we were comfortable. At least until Puck's party one Saturday night. Finn and I dragged a drunken Puck up to his room. To be honest, we probably shouldn't have been making any kind of decisions in the state we were in.

That night, I lost any redeemable shine on that crooked Halo. I may have been drunk, but I remember every detail of that encounter. I remember dragging Puck to his bed where I stripped off his shirt to reveal his bare chest. Finn quickly removed his own belt so I could tie Puck's arms to his headboard. I remember thinking that he could probably slip one of his wrists out, but he was enjoying himself too much to even try.

I settled myself against Puck's hips, my skirt riding up over my thighs to expose the little scrap of underwear I was wearing. My mother would not have approved. Finn helped in ridding me of my top and bra before he threw off his own shirt. I'd always thought that guys would have a problem with this, you know, being together like this. For Finn and Puck, it seemed they'd been best friends for so long, nothing seemed to faze them.

A few fumbling kisses and groping had by all and we were as naked as the day we were born. We knew where this would lead and I was excited and I didn't feel an ounce of Catholic guilt for what was about to happen next. My skin tingled with anticipation and I eyed Puck's body with want and need. I was ready to move this forward, but thankful for Finn's quick thinking, and a newly opened condom, we were almost ready for this.

Puck groaned when he felt Finn's hand slide down his shaft, fitting the condom. I had a fleeting thought about needing to find out about birth control pills for when the next occasion might, arise.

Suddenly, Finn's hands were on my hips helping to place me just right above Puck's eager member. "We'll go slow, ok Quinn?" Finn said softly with a gentle squeeze of his hands. I nodded my head, strands of my hair flinging into my face as I bent my head down, my hands supporting some of my weight on Puck's chest.

Finn helped to guide my body down onto Puck's shaft. As he slowly slid into me, I couldn't help but relish in the slight discomfit that came with this guilty act. Puck was groaning about how tight and wet I was and I couldn't help the smirk that slid across my lips. When I finally slid him as far into me as possible, I let out my own groan. He felt pretty amazing buried deep inside me and it was then when I knew about guilty pleasures.

I sat there for about a full minute, just allowing all of us to adjust to this new change. I could feel Finn's hands gripping my sides still, his cock pressed up against my lower back. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping with Finn tonight, there was someone else he was saving himself for. I knew who it was and I couldn't wait to break her from her mould.

Puck grew impatient pretty quickly and rolled his hips beneath us. "Oh God," I whispered, and it must have been the first time I'd prayed in weeks.

"Quinn, you have to move." Puck managed to say through gritted teeth. "Please." He pleaded.

I braced myself again against his chest and rolled my hips forward. Behind me I could feel Finn following my body. I loved the feel of the two of them, I almost felt like I was wrapped up in this warm blanket of body heat. There was only one thing missing, but it was only a matter of time before that void would be filled.

I continued to rock backwards and forward managing to rub that little nub above our joining that so many Catholics didn't want you to know about. But as we began to gain speed, I couldn't maintain the contact between my clit and his body. I wasn't going to find my release before they did. "Finn, help me." I pleaded breathlessly before grabbing his right hand that was leaving finger bruises on my hips and sliding it down to where I really needed him.

I showed him just how I liked it to be rubbed and he was a quick learner because within minutes, I was moaning so low in my throat, and my muscles just pulsed in a mix matched dance around Puck that it set off a chain reaction. Finn continued to rub as my limbs spasmed with aftershocks of my first orgasm, but Finn just continued rubbing in just the right way that I couldn't help the second orgasm which proved to be too much for Puck causing him to release a loud, open mouthed groan as he came.

Finn needed additional help that both Puck and I were more than willing to help with. I lost my virginity to two guys that night. Probably not what my parents had planned for my future, but even though I technically only had one of them inside me, I'm still not sure my parents would be pleased with the distinction.

I've got a secret to tell.

I'm not a good Catholic girl, but I was never meant to be one.