Disclaimer: I do not own the television series Glee, and therefore I do not own any of the characters / major plot lines in this fic.

A/N: I'm sorry if the beginning of this comes off as offensive to anyone who has taken / believes in vows of sexual purity. I don't mean for it to be that way...and Quinn opinions aren't necessarily my opinions on the subject.

Also, this chapter is excessively long, and a little vanilla/fluffy...but hey, their first time should be vanilla and fluffy...THEY HAVE MATCHING NAMES.

Rating: M

Chapter: 8/10

Yeah, you make me feel...you make me feel good inside

Make Me Feel, Amanda Perez

Quinn had never really realized it before, but her life is sort of a big cliché.

She's the head cheerleader, and president of the celibacy club. She's dating the star quarterback with the late war hero father. Her mother's a former beauty queen who makes perfect hams and speaks in a voice so soft that the chirping of birds drowns her out. She's seen and not heard mostly. He father golfs with their minister, wears his college ring even when he showers, and talks in loud booming voice that command everyone hear it.

The Fabrays live on a nice, neat little cul de sac in a well decorated house. Her sister looks almost just like her, and has a similar marriage to her parents in a neighboring town. They gather for Sunday dinners, and Wednesday night bingo games, where they talk about all the nice, pretty things happening in all of their lives.

Maybe it's need for a little irony in her life full of pretty cliches that leads Quinn to lose her virginity on the night of the purity gala.

Her father keeps calling it a "chastity ball" , but they really haven't been called that in ages. Mr. Fabray is about as old fashioned as they come though, so it's only fitting he stick with the aged term.

She was never excited about it. Even if she got to have a very expensive white dress custom tailored, brand new ballet flats, and her hair style by that French lady at mall who knew how to do curls just perfectly. She didn't exactly resent having to do it, but it was more like one of those things she did to appease her father's wishes. Like heading the celibacy club. He got a real kick of her being the fragile little china doll, and she didn't mind playing the part to see him smile.

Then part of her started feeling like maybe she owed this to God. She hadn't exactly been being such a very good girl lately. She'd been letting Finn get to third base on an almost regular basis. The indecency of this indulgence struck her on the night a week before the ball, when her parents had gathered her in the mirror in the living room to gaze at her in her new white dress. They'd talked about what an angel she looked like, and how perfect she was, and how proud they were to have a daughter who never made mistakes. A daughter who never let "stirrings" lead her astray.

Stirrings.

That was the Fabray-word for sexual feelings. Really, any feeling in general that were not polished and perfect. Any other feelings were not welcome in their home, and thus made sound like something dirty.

She'd felt guilty that night. About all the feels she let Finn cop, and that time in the bathroom at school, and Mike Chang's party, and a whole host of other things. Mostly about all the stirrings she knew she was having. So for the next week, she cut Finn off cold turkey. She would barely even allow him a pop kiss on the mouth. Anytime there was a lull in conversation, she would bring up the purity ceremony, and all the symbolism behind it, and how it had the power to wash away all her transgressions, help her start brand new.

Finn would just groan. Damn Quinn's dad and his weird ass expectations of her to stay perfect and chaste. Didn't he understand he was ruining his life here? Or at the very least, giving him blue balls.

Gradually Quinn had came to think of the event not as just something to make her father happy, but as a necessary duty.

It wasn't until she was smack dab in the middle of the gala that she realized how much this duty suffocated her. She was standing beside her dad, in her perfect white dress, the white veil cloaking her eyes, waiting to make the vow. The commitment to her father that she would stay pure until she was married. In essence, a contract saying that her sexual rights belonged to her father until they belonged to some other man.

Her sexuality had been something she never tried to think about much (unlike all the other horndog cheerleaders) until the very minute it seemed like she was basically giving it up all together. Giving it up for reasons she wasn't really sure she even believed in. In her heart of hearts, she honestly didn't think the God she loved would disown or hate her for doing something that brought herself pleasure. He might think her stronger if she withstood temptation...but she was human...and thus expected to be weak.

To fall into temptation was practically the job of a teenage girl.

Before she knew it, as tiny line of sweat developed under her veil...her father was lighting the candle, and slipping the purity ring over her finger. Then she was saying the vow aloud, with her eyes directly forward...and the fingers of her free hand crossed gently behind her back.

Finn's just blasted a zombie lord to smithereens when he hears the soft rumblings of a car outside. His controller still in his hands, he edges toward the window a little bit to look out into the dark night. He's not scared, but he does happen to know that his mom is staying over at the Hummel's tonight (they are sort of one family living in two houses these days) and that he's not expecting anyone's out. He's relieved, though completely surprised, to see the moon illuminating Quinn's small car.

When he sees the light hit her in all in her white get-up, he remembers the purity thing was tonight and grimaces. She looks beautiful, but that's part of the problem. Fresh out of those chastity lectures, she's probably come over here to school him on how little he's going to be getting now...or wanting to write-up a new agenda and revamp the celibacy club or something.

He makes a sign in the window that let's her know the door's unlocked, and that it's okay to come on up, then tosses he his controller aside, and flops down on his bed.

Quinn leans against his door frame, playing with the lace embroidery at the waist of her dress. "Hi"

"Hey" He says back, looking her over "You look beautiful" The video games he forgot to turn off gurgles loudly with the sound of zombies, and he quickly flicks it off. "Whatcha doing here? The purity thingy already over?"

She nods to confirm the gala is over, then says "I came over...because I want to be with you."

"Uhhh...cool...you wanna watch a movie or something...Superbad's on cable.."

"No...I meant I came over because...I want to be with you." Quinn says, moving forward, closer to the bed.

Finn's expressive eyebrows contort oddly. "Do you feel okay?" He gets up from the bed, and pads across the room to meet her. He takes her face in his hands, and she starts rubbing her cheek against his palm.

"That's why I need to be with you...I need you to help me feel " She says raggedly, pressing her face into into his shoulder, "Please, just let me feel."

"What...what about the celibacy thing...I thought you were back on that wagon..?." He says, massaging her scalp a little with his fingers.

"I made the vow...but...I didn't mean it...I want to be the one that owns my sexuality...not my dad" Quinn shakes her head looking up at him, breathing "I'm tired of living a life where everything that's not perfect gets swept under the rug...sometimes...sometimes dirty things are worth the mess."

Quin starts peppering his neck with kisses, running her fingers up through his hair. Finn closes his eyes, and lightly groans as she presses against him.

"Please...please be sure Quinn" He says against her forehead as she continues to move her mouth over his skin. "I love you...and I would wait forever if I could...but...I just don't feel like I can possibly wait much longer."

"I'm sure." She promises, as she pushes up on his t-shirt, coaxing him to pull it over his head and toss it aside, as she turns to pull her hair to one side of her shoulder "Unzip me."

Finn's hand shakes just a little bit as he leads the small zipper down her back. The soft white dress pools at the floor around her ankles, and he makes his way up her back with his hand, using the shallow line of her spine as a guide. She turns around in his arms just as he clutches the back of her neck to pull her in to drink from her lips slowly.

"Lay down" He commands softly, and Quinn obeys with no questions. In a moment, in an instant, the power between them has shifted. He's always been the number two in their relationship, mostly happy to serve her will. But he can tell it's going to be different when it comes to this...at least for now.

When he sees her laying on top of his sheets, her hair fanned out around her, so exposed to him in her simple little under garments, he's reminded of why he's always been just as nervous as he is eager about this. Seeing her laying in wait like that, her hitched breaths making her chest rise and fall softly, his body immediately responds.

"Finn" She calls softly, propping up, and reaching out for him. He hadn't realized how long he'd been standing there, just staring at her. It's all just a little bit surreal to him. But it's long enough that it's made Quinn feel insecure He might like having the power to make her feel weak, but he doesn't want her to feel nervous now, during their first time. So the look he gives her is apologetic, as he takes her hand and laces his fingers through it, climbing over her.

She lays back, settling against the pillows as his kisses seep into her lips slowly. When he pulls back, he makes to snake a hand around her back to unclasp her bra, but she shakes her head. He's sure she's having second thoughts, until she nods downward he sees the little brushed nickel accenting on the front of the garment. The bra opens from there. His sometimes clumsy fingers fumble with it, and as he does he notices that along with her little golden cross, there's another medallion hanging from her neck. A diamonique circle on a thin chain.

Quinn sees him looking at it "I was Princess of the purity gala" She explains with a soft little laugh.

He's not sure why, and if it makes him a freak or what, but that turns him on so much that he grunts, and his fingers are finally nimble enough the snap the bra open and peel it back from her shoulders. Quinn's nipples are so pink against her smooth white flesh. Somehow he'd known they would be the same perfect shade as her lips. Like berries floating in cream. He traces the goosebumps which have appeared around her erect tips, before pinching one of the nubs. Quinn gasps out so loud, that he thinks he might have hurt her. But when he sees her biting her bottom lip, he knows she likes it. And she likes it even more when he gathers one of the rose tips at a time in his mouth and sucks them, flicking them softly with his tongue.

Leaving her panting for more, Finn moves his attention downward, easing her thighs apart. He leans in and kisses her right between the legs, feeling the heat as she makes a little pleased sound. He likes the sound she made so much, he plants another teasing kiss on the material, which dampens under his lips. He blows on the moist cotton, and Quinn actually whimpers.

"Take them off" She begs, pushing her own hand down into the lace trimmed material to ease them away. Finn assists her in pushing them out of the way, discarding his own pants in the same manner, leaving him in only his boxers as he moves back up between her legs. Quinn's body tenses a little awkwardly when he presses his tongue against her heat "Relax..." He whispers against her thigh, remembering she was pretty drunk when she let him do this at Chang's party. "You like this, I promise." As his tongue works around her swollen sex, she quickly remembers why she likes it so much and tells him such (read: moans it to him).

He remembers her facial expressions from that night, and can tell by the scrunching of her nose and arching of her neck, her climax is mounting. He moves a finger in as he sucks, pushing her farther. He knows his track record with prematurely ejaculating from just kissing. He can only imagine how quickly he's going to come once he slips inside. He's got to make sure she gets her pleasure now.

"Don't stop...don't stop..." She keeps murmuring as her breathing becomes shorter and more labored. As if he would be so cruel. When she does come, the ecstasy painted all over her face is even more beautiful then the first time he saw it. Possibly because now he knows he put it there without the help of booze.

"God, you're beautiful" He's already said it once tonight, but he means it more now. He's so enthralled with just appreciating her beauty, and kissing her neck as she comes down from her orgasm with little quakes and shivers, that he somehow forgets about himself. Quinn doesn't though. His cock is straining against her inner thigh through his boxers.

"What about you baby?" She reminds, as she feels his lips tasting her chin.

Finn's lips move to her ear "It's okay...just breathe, and don't worry about me..."

Quinn's not drunk this time though, and she shakes her head, promising "I'm ready for you," moving her hands inside his shorts,taking his length in her hands. He's bigger than she remembers him being, and she suddenly swallows as he eases his boxers down, because she's just just been reminded by his size that this is going to hurt. "Like hell." That's what Santana told her.

"Just be gentle" She coaxes, as both their hands guide him intimately between her legs.

"I'll always be gentle with you" He promises, kissing her silky bent kneed. "But tell me if you want me to stop...I will." Most guys don't mean that when they say it, but Finn Hudson does. Even if he's in the throes of ecstasy, if Quinn says stop, he'll stop.

Reassured, she nods, and he slides into her. It burns, and it stings, and hot tears start pouring from her eyes. He pulls out, then thrusts right back in, and she feels the ripping pain again as her hymen breaks. She holds in the scream she wants to let out. But within the next few moments, the flurries of pleasure return, and his movements inside her are hot and slow, and she wants it so much that she attaches her legs to his hips folding them around him and forcing him deeper.

Finn has been struggling with a battle of built up pressure all his own. It distracted him from Quinn's tears, as he concentrated on holding out, trying to give her the most out of this experience, and also to savor it for himself. When he feels her legs prodding him deeper in though, he knows he's reached his brink.

"I'm coming baby," He warns in her ear, bringing a hand between them to rub her clit making her scream out in delirious passion with him, as he spasms and she comes apart around him.

He makes to pull his sweaty body out and off of her to give her breathing room.

"No." She protests hands on his shoulders holding him against her "Stay. I like the way you feel."

He lowers his forehead to touch hers, kissing her several more small times on her tender kiss-bruised lips. Then he just rests there, pulse again still, brown eyes in a dead lock with her dewy honey ones. Finally he lays his forehead to her shoulder, whispering "I love you" against her arm.

"Say it again..." She requests, her breath catching, using her chin to make him look up at her this time.

"I love you Quinn...so much...you're the best thing that's ever going to happen to me. You're the best part of my life." He says easily. Like saying it was just like breathing. And it might be another one of those cliches, but they're sixteen, and at sixteen everything is supposed to be sweet.

Finn catches his breath finally, still inside her. He kisses her lips slowly once more, as if in gratitude for the experience, and he eases out of her.

When he moves out from over her, and stand ups, leaving the room, Quinn is confused and sits partially up, lips quivering. Finn's not gone long though, coming back with something in his hand. He kneels on the bed and takes the object, which she sees is a washcloth, and brushes at the slightly sore flesh between her thighs. He takes his time, carefully cleaning the remnants of himself and the little bit of blood from between her thighs.

"I love you." She says again moved by his gesture, even though she's pretty sure she moaned it out twenty or so times earlier. "I'm sorry for ever calling you a dumb ox...or a moronic guppy."

"I know" He grins, trusting she'll call him at least one of the two the very next day probably. He lays the cloth on his nightstand table pulling the mussed sheets up and around them, and moving to spoon her soft body. His chest fits perfectly against her back, but Quinn is restless, and wants to look at him, she so she turns around.

"I'm not sleepy." She says, as he strokes her shoulder. But within minutes, her lashes have fluttered over her eyes, and her breathing has evened out. She's out cold, clinging to him.

And even it's only eight fifteen, and he promised Matt he'd get on X-Box Live to help with a raid, he drifts to sleep with his face in his girlfriend's hair, one of his hands clutching her purity necklace, content that he made his girlfriend feel something. Made her feel it so much, it's knocked her out.

It's late (like it always is when I post) sorry for typos and such.

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