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Two weeks had passed since the pool incident.
Everything was settled except for one little thing.
Puck wasn’t leaving.
Quinn was at her wits’ end.
Nothing was working.
Russell wasn’t any better.
Puck’s lack of cooperation threatened to send all their plans crashing to the ground.
And Santana…
Well, Santana had had enough.
Seeing her family’s situation become more and more desperate was not sitting well with her.
This could actually break them apart if it went on too long.
Puck had something up his sleeve. It was the only logical explanation for the moron’s obstinacy.
She needed to do something that would turn the tide.
She just needed to watch for the opportunity she knew she’d get sooner or later.
Her wish came true one night on her way to Brittany’s house; she went to the Excelsior strip club, one of the few lucrative Fabray businesses in Lima, on an errand for Russell.
While the manager went to get her money pickup, she glanced around the place.
For a strip club, it wasn’t all that tacky.
Then, she saw him.
Bingo.
Noah Puckerman was salivating over a blonde bimbo dropping her strapless bra at his feet.
Santana smiled like the Cheshire cat.
She waited for the manager to return and then asked him to talk in private.
Sandy Ryerson agreed because he knew Santana was in the Fabray inner circle.
Once they were in the main office, Santana applied all the lessons Russell Fabray taught her.
It was no secret in the Fabray household that Santana had every intention to work with Russell once she finished college. In fact, college was the only requirement the older Fabray demanded of her in order to become part of the company.
“Ryerson, I can tell you’re a good tenant to Mr. Fabray. I bet you always pay on time, and you rarely cause a problem. I’d hate for that perfect record I know you have to be tainted. Now, I need you to do me a little favor that I think would make Mr. F very grateful.”
“Please, Ms. Lopez, call me Sandy. What do you need me to do?” Ryerson, replied, sleazy as always and not in the wonderful way Russell Fabray was sleazy.
Santana smiled.
She had him.
“Let’s get down to business. This has to be kept extra quiet, understood?” Santana adopted her business ‘don’t play with me or you’ll die’ attitude.
Ryerson was scared.
He had heard what fate befell people for disappointing the Fabrays.
“Of course. My lips are sealed.”
“You have cameras out on the floor, right?” she raised an eyebrow, not quite as threatening as Quinn’s but nonetheless intimidating.
He nodded.
“Show me the live feed,” she ordered.
He walked over to the wall, where nine screens were mounted and pointed to where Puck was seated with a whisky on his hand.
“You see that man?” She pointed at Puck and didn’t wait for a response.
“I need you to keep the drinks coming. And I need that chick that’s making him drool to work him up. When he asks for a private dance, and believe me, he will, you need to make that happen, free of charge.”
“What reason should I give him for the VIP treatment?” the manager smartly asked.
“Tell him that you know he’s dating Mr. Fabray’s daughter, and that any member of that family is a king in here. He’ll eat it up, believe me,” replied a repulsed Santana.
Sandy nodded obediently.
“Anything else, Ms. Lopez?”
“Yes. You installed the microphones in the private rooms as Mr. Fabray instructed last month, right?”
Ryerson nodded again.
“Perfect. I need this girl to make him talk. By whatever means necessary and I mean any means necessary. I want him to tell her what he really thinks of Quinn and Russell Fabray.”
Santana was serious, and Sandy knew his livelihood depended on Puckerman baring his soul to that stripper.
“What should I tell the girl?”
“Tell her nothing. Just that he’s a special client. Threaten to fire her if he doesn’t talk. You know what to do to keep your boys and girls in line,” Santana smirked.
With that, Santana strode out of the office and the club as discreetly as possible.
Twelve hours later, Santana got the call and disentangled herself from a sleeping Brittany.
After getting dressed and kissing her girl on the forehead, she hurried to the Excelsior.
She took the back entrance because the club was closed.
She helped herself to some Scotch and made her way to the office once again.
“Tell me you have some good stuff for me,” Santana said by way of announcing her presence.
Sandy leapt from his chair immediately and approached her.
“Yes, Ms. Lopez. Here’s the tape,” he replied with a bit too much enthusiasm. “Feel free to use my office for as long as you need.”
He clearly knew he had captured some good stuff and was hoping for a reward.
He handed it to Santana and closed the door after himself, leaving the woman alone in his office.
She put the tape in the machine, pressed play and took a seat behind the desk.
She didn’t care what disgusting things Puckerman did to himself while watching the woman strip, so she fast forwarded until she saw Puck’s mouth moving more than to say fuck or hot.
“I wanna fuck you so hard babe,” Puck said to the naked woman on his lap.
“Aren’t you with that Fabray girl?” the stripper was following his boss’ orders to the T.
That fat check was gonna pay this month’s bills easily. She may even be able to buy herself a car or something.
Puck was so hammered his speech was slurred.
“Yeah babe. I got her pregnant, you know? Now I have her where I want her,” Puck stopped to suck the woman’s tits.
“And where is that?” the woman fake-moaned. Anything to make him spill all his secrets as soon as possible and be able to head home.
Puck released the stripper’s nipple from his mouth with a pop and continued.
“In my back pocket. Oh, right now Quinn thinks her Daddy will disown her, but I know better. As soon as I tell him she’s pregnant, and I’m the father, he’ll want me to be all responsible and shit and give me a job. Then, I’ll have enough money to visit you every damn week and fuck you ‘til you can’t fit any more of my cum inside you.”
He opened his pants and—
“You wish, douche.” Santana stopped the tape there because if she watched any more, she’d vomit.
Satisfied with the results, Santana found Sandy at the bar.
“Found everything you were looking for, Ms. Lopez?” Sandy asked immediately.
“You did well, Ryerson. You’ll be rewarded handsomely in the next few days with an added bonus for the stripper. She deserves it after that traumatic experience,” Santana shuddered at the thought.
“Thank you, Ms. Lopez. Please tell Mr. Fab—” but Santana was already gone.
Britt was waiting for her.
***
She was the shit.
She was a badass.
But she wasn’t stupid. That’s why she decided, since they didn’t know she was coming, to ring the doorbell instead of using her keys.
Once had been more than enough.
After three minutes with no answer, she was about to say “Fuck it” and open the door.
But, finally Russell opened the door.
“Please tell me you’re not naked under that,” pleaded Santana.
“Don’t ask questions when you don’t want to know the answer,” Russell answered, ushering her inside.
“Ugh, if I didn’t love you guys so much, I’d be very disgusted right now,” Santana admitted.
“What the hell do you want, San? We were busy,” Quinn barked.
She was lying on the couch.
She had been awakened from a nap by her father’s tongue inside her pussy, but before she could repay the favor, Santana interrupted them.
“Easy Q. I know you hate being interrupted while doing the nasty with your baby daddy, but I have news. Good news that’ll have you hugging me instead of screeching.”
Quinn raised that damn eyebrow.
“I’ll decide whether it’s good news. Then, I’ll decide whether to kill you or not,” Quinn groused.
If anyone else had interrupted them, Puck for instance, Quinn wouldn’t be so kind.
Yeah, pregnant Quinn was not a happy woman when she didn’t get to suck her father off.
Not wanting to experience another one of her hormone-fueled attacks, Santana got right down to business.
“So, last night was interesting,” Santana began enigmatically.
“Gross. I don’t want to hear about whatever you and Brittany get up to while naked, thanks,” Quinn spat.
“Kettle, you’re black.”
Russell quickly intervened again by putting his arm around Quinn’s neck.
It calmed her quickly.
“S, get to the point,” Quinn added a please after her dad kissed her behind her ear.
“Okay… So, it’s about Puck.”
She knew that would catch the couple’s attention.
“I know how to get rid of him once and for all.”
“We already discussed it; we are not killing him. Not yet at least,” Quinn said drily.
No matter how much Russell and Santana wanted to, she insisted Puck stay alive.
“Q, so help me, if you weren’t carrying my nephew or niece, I’d have slapped you already. Let me finish, damn it.” Santana gritted her teeth.
Quinn burst into tears, and Santana leapt out of the sofa and knelt in front of the hormone-addled, emotional rollercoaster that was Quinn.
“I’m sorry, Q. Just, please let me tell you the whole story first. I promise it’s going to help us with our plans. Okay?” Santana whispered.
She hated seeing a chick cry.
It was her kryptonite.
Russell managed to calm her down with kisses and snuggles, and Quinn nodded to Santana indicating she could continue.
“I went to the Excelsior to collect the rent and Puck was there.” She watched for a reaction, and the Fabrays perked up a bit.
It was not a surprise Puck would visit a strip club, but obviously there was more.
“He had his dirty paws all over this chick. Anyway, I remembered we had installed those hidden sound cameras in the private rooms, and I had an idea.”
Russell grinned at that and Santana nodded, assuming he could see where this was going.
She continued anyway.
“I convinced the manager to pay the chick to get Puck to talk by any means necessary, if you know what I mean.”
They all scoffed… Puck was predictable.
“Anyhow, it worked. And let me tell you that I’ll have to have therapy for the rest of my life after watching the tape… but here’s the thing. In spite of everything, he still thinks that once Q tells you about the baby, you’re gonna support her and make him marry her and give him a job and set him up for life.” Santana smirked at Puck’s delusion.
“How in… How… How is he that stupid?” Russell sputtered, unable to comprehend such stupidity.
“Beats me,” Santana said.
“But, we already knew Puck was a stupid pig who slept with anything that moved. How does this help us?” Quinn asked, clutching her head in her hands.
“That’s why you need a mind like mine around,” Santana answered.
She stuck her tongue out but hastily continued when Quinn just glared.
“Just meet with him, and look as desperate as you can. Tell him that your father discovered you are pregnant and that he’s thrown you out and disowned you. Show him that what you predicted came true. Tell him that Russell told Will and Will agreed not to shelter you… tell him it’s all gone to shit and that Puck is your only hope. He’ll bail immediately,” Santana finished with a proud smile at her own genius.
As Santana’s plan sank in, Quinn’s smile grew. She was going to be free at last.
“S, I love you. And because I do, I’m gonna warn you to leave immediately if not sooner before you witness me riding my daddy like a bronco.“ An involuntary but hungry moan left Russell’s mouth, and Santana bolted as fast as she possibly could.
Truth be told, Quinn’s words turned her on… a lot.
She needed Britt, pronto.
***
Two hours later, a (for now) satisfied Quinn prepared to begin the final act of her drama with Puck.
Thanks to her hormones, she’d be able to cry even more readily.
When Puck saw her in their usual spot at the park sporting a serious look, he got confused. What the hell happened now?
Before he could think of something to say, Quinn blurted, “Daddy knows. He found the sonogram and got really pissed.”
“Babe, don’t worry. It’s the initial shock. Let him settle down and we’ll go talk to him,” Puck said.
Just the thought of having to confront the man had him breaking into a cold sweat, but he thought he could do it.
“No Puck. He kicked me out. He said I was a disgrace and that he wanted nothing to do with me or the bastard child I was carrying,” she said. Quinn’s stomach knotted. Her baby was nothing but a gift.
But she had to pretend.
“He disowned me. Puck, he disowned me.” She sobbed for effect. “He gave me thirty minutes to pack my bags and leave his house, and here I am. You’re all I have left.”
Or not.
Puck deflated the longer Quinn talked until finally, he looked completely defeated.
Quinn watched his face and finally spied the look of surrender.
Puck scratched his neck.
“Look, Quinn,” he said.
He was using her name, not babe. This was it.
Quinn had to stamp down the smile that was threatening to take over her face.
“You’re my girl, but I’m not a one woman man. You’re hot an’ all, and you are carrying my baby, but I can’t be tied down. I can barely support myself. How am I supposed to do that with you and a baby coming along?” Puck said.
He had no shame, really. He said it like Quinn was supposed to just accept it.
She did, but for much different reasons than he thought.
“But Puck, we can look for a place and you have your pool-cleaning business. You could take some shifts at the tire shop and I could get my real estate license when the baby is born. We could make ends meet. We could make it work,” Quinn begged.
Quinn was laying it on thick now, but she had to make sure she scared the crap out of him.
“Are you crazy? That’ll doom me to this one-horse town forever for sure. And, I have needs, and you barely give it up. I can’t do it. Sorry,” Puck said.
He was showing his true colors, and he didn’t even seem to notice how completely like his dad he was being.
Quinn didn’t care, but he’d never get a respectable woman this way.
“I’m sorry Quinn, but I need more than you can offer right now. Don’t try to get me to pay alimony and shit. I’m gonna save just enough to leave town with the band, and I’m out. Bye, babe. It was nice while it lasted.”
And with that, he left a speechless and pregnant Quinn.
***
Quinn was free.
Finally, she was free.
Quinn didn’t know whether to be shocked, disgusted or overjoyed.
So, she settled on horny.
Once realization settled in her mind, the beaming smile that she had to repress earlier reappeared full force.
She decided to take the first taste of that freedom.
She went home.
She went home to her daddy, her lover, the father of her child, her future.
She arrived at the mansion and strode purposefully to the bedroom, knowing Russell was waiting for her there.
“How’d it go?” Russell asked as he sat up on the bed in his bathrobe.
If it hadn’t gone well, he’d probably stay limp for the rest of the day.
Quinn didn’t answer.
She just straddled him.
“You’re wearing too much” she said.
“So are you… so I take it he’s gone?” he smiled.
“Piece ‘o cake… I wish I’d known it’d be that easy. I would have done it two years ago,” Quinn said.
“We needed him two years ago,” Russell said, unzipping her dress.
Quinn stood and dropped the dress onto the floor, leaving her in her lingerie.
Her modest but growing bump was on display, and Russell’s cock instantly sprang to life.
Quinn bent to untie his robe and stroked his cock a few times before turning around.
She put her ass practically in his face as she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
She shook her ass as she brought the panties over her creamy, round buttocks and shimmied out of them.
Russell enjoyed the show.
Who needed the Excelsior when you had Quinn Fabray?
This was proof positive Puck was an idiot, but, again, Russell couldn’t care less.
Puck never really had a shot with the blonde goddess who was stripping down to nothing in front of him.
When her panties hit the floor, she stepped out of them and dropped her bra.
Then she crouched low until her ass brushed Russell’s balls, and then ran her pussy over his dick and moaned.
This was what she needed.
Her daddy’s cock was all she needed sexually… that and his balls.
She rutted her pussy up and down, up and down, creating friction and floods of her juices.
“Fuck,” Russell gasped.
On one stroke downward over his cock, the tip caught the little ridge at the top of Quinn’s ass crack, the place he had discovered their first time they had real sex.
They never did anal, and they probably never would. But that little nook in Quinn’s ass always sent a shiver of arousal through her body when her father touched her there, especially with his cock.
It made her want to sit on his cock and ride him to oblivion.
So she did.
Without turning around, she put her hands on his knees and spread his legs to allow her to back up between them.
He was still wearing his bathrobe on his shoulders.
It was a scene right out of a ‘70s porn movie.
Sleazy 40+ old man bangs girl half his age while still in his bathrobe.
They both felt the vibe right then, and they both loved the sleaze.
Quinn lined his big cock up with her pussy, and sank down steadily ‘til her clit hit his balls.
“Fuckkkkk!” they both gasped.
Quinn circled her hips around and around and around, feeling his dick hit all of her spots.
Her juices flowed.
She was positively flooding his dick, and she was on the edge of an orgasm already.
“Your cock is so damn good,” she breathed as she rocked and bucked and swayed her hips, making his dick do miraculous things inside her pussy as it circled her walls and twitched.
Finally, she seized and convulsed in an intense orgasm that made her spray her juices all over Russell.
“Fuck!!!” she yelled as she fully sat on her father’s lap because her legs at turned to jelly.
He grabbed her around the waist and helped her to stay put.
He hadn’t cum yet, and he knew Quinn didn’t want to miss it.
“Fuck my wet cunt,” Quinn gasped.
Russell kept his cock buried to the hilt as he simply pulled her impossibly closer to himself and jerked up repeatedly with short but hard thrusts.
He balls hit her clit on every snap of his hips.
He brought his other hand around her waist to pound her even harder.
Finally, he was on the edge, and he reached down and pinched her clit.
“Oh my god,” Quinn gasped.
The feeling of his dick pounding into her and finally his finger on her clit sent her into another intense orgasm that made her squirt again, and this time he followed.
His balls twitched, and his dick swelled and pulsed inside Quinn’s pussy.
Then he released a torrent, a veritable deluge of his cum. His girl was so sexy carrying their child, and they were finally free.
It was such a turn on that had them climaxing possibly harder than they ever had at the same time.
Juices flowed, and they moaned so loud, they weren’t sure the neighbors three blocks away didn’t hear them.
It was so intense, they collapsed in a heap on their bed, Russell’s wet dick still nestled in Quinn’s overflowing pussy.
They fell asleep in the puddle left from their juices leaking from Quinn.
***
Santana was mentally preparing herself for the conversation she was about to have.
She had just received THE text from Quinn.
It was time…. now or never.
Taking a deep breath, she entered Brittany’s bedroom.
The speech she had been preparing since she found out the truth about Quinn flew out the window.
In front of her was her hot as fuck girlfriend, on her knees, wearing a string for panties and nothing else.
“Babe, how? I mean, what? Uhhh,” gulped the Latina.
“Oh, hey San. Help me, please? Lord Tubbington and I had an argument and he hid under the bed,” Brittany said, worry etched in her voice.
How someone so innocent could elicit such perverted thoughts in Santana…
Well, it was Santana, and Brittany hot as fuck.
Santana shook herself to concentrate on Brittany’s problem and the conversation at hand.
“Baby, let Tubbs be for a minute. We need to talk about something first, okay?”
“Okay, San. What’s up?”
“Sit down,” Santana requested with only love in her voice.
The blonde sat and stared at the nervous Latina.
“Are you breaking up with me, San?” Brittany asked, tears already forming in her blue eyes.
“No! Of course not Britt-Britt. I love you! Hey, come here,” the brunette hugged Brittany so tight.
The mere mention of breaking up scared her to death. She hurried to squash that notion immediately.
“Baby, we are gonna be together forever. You’re my girl. You’ll always be my girl, okay?” Santana said with nothing but certainty in her voice.
Brittany, sweet Brittany, simply smiled and lightly kissed her, her usual smile back on her face.
Santana chuckled.
Sometimes Santana didn’t even know how Brittany tamed her.
But then Brittany smiled and, then, Santana realized all over again she never had a chance of resisting.
They smiled at each other for a long time, basking in the security of knowing they’d found their forever as teenagers.
She shook herself from her thoughts again.
“Babe, do you remember I helped you apply to those colleges in Boston a while ago?”
“Yeah. Why? You haven’t told me yet why I had to apply to those places. I got a call the other day from MIT, and they want to give me a scholarship. I think Lord Tubbington had something to do with it… I caught him smoking again. That’s what the argument was about. I’m really mad at him,” Brittany drifted to her own special place in her head.
“Baby, baby, stop. I need you to focus for me, okay? This is important and I need you to listen to me. Can you?” Santana waited.
Brittany nodded, apparently back in the real world, and Santana proceeded.
“Quinn transferred from Yale to Boston University, and I got in, too. We’re all moving there in a few weeks.”
“Oh yay, when?” Brittany clapped and bounced.
Santana got distracted by her boobs.
Then, she snapped herself back again.
“I told you, B, in a few weeks. Now, I’m going to tell you a really big secret. Please, baby, you can’t tell anybody. It’s very important, okay?” Santana said.
The blonde straightened her posture and nodded her head.
“I told you we’re going with Quinn and Russell, but I never told you why.” Santana took a deep breath. Once Brittany knew, they’d have to try hard to keep from telling everybody. “Baby, Q and Russell are in love with each other just like you and me, and that’s why we have to move. People wouldn’t understand, so we’re all going to Boston where they can live without judgment.”
“Oh, I already knew that,” Brittany chirped.
Sputtering, the Latina exclaimed “Hold on. What do you mean, you knew? Nobody knows! How come you didn’t tell me anything?”
“Sanny, Lord Tubbington told me he saw them kissing a long time ago. I just thought that if I told you, you’d get mad and stop talking to Quinn. I didn’t want you to lose your best friend,” Brittany cooed.
Santana was flabbergasted.
By now, she shouldn’t have been, but she very much was.
“Baby, have I ever told you you’re a genius?” the Latina laughed.
“Of course I’m a genius. I got into MIT,” Brittany said, confusion in her voice.
“So, you knew all along… well, shit.” She really needed to stop underestimating her love.
“I’m just happy Quinn has somebody to have sweet kisses with. I think she hates it with Puck.”
“No shit… and about that. Puck left. Finally,” Santana scoffed, still amazed at the depths Puck had sunk to.
After a few moments, the blonde furrowed her brow, and Santana noticed immediately.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“San, you said we were leaving and Quinn and Mr. Fabray too. What about Tubby?” Brittany asked with a shaky voice.
Santana hated that damn cat, but she could never deny Brittany anything… ever.
“We can take him with us.” Santana smiled.
“Yay!” Brittany clapped again, and Santana got distracted by her boobs again.
As much as she hated Lord Tubbington, he was a small price to pay for having Brittany always by her side.
Brittany kissed her, and all traces of doubt about the truth of that vanished into thin air.
Santana needed the conversation to end soon, so she and Britt could scissor. But, she had a few more things to talk about.
“So, Britt… MIT? Do you want to go there? Russell’s gonna pay for our housing, so we won’t have to stay in dorms,” the brunette added.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that. And, remind me to hug Mr. Fabray when we see him next, okay?” Brittany said.
Her excitement seemed to be growing by the second, too.
“One more thing, Britts. The real reason we’re leaving so soon is that Quinn’s pregnant.”
Immediately she was being strangled in a Brittany hug.
“Oh, San. We are gonna be aunties. Let’s celebrate!”
She kissed Santana, hard, and the conversation was over.
Santana had a satisfied smile on her face when she fell asleep in Brittany’s arms a few hours and many orgasms later.
***
Quinn was resting her head on the crook of her father’s neck, breathing in the wonderful smell of sex in the room while he followed the line of her spine with his fingers.
She was startled when her dad disentangled from her and made his way to his bedside table.
“What are you doing? Come back to bed. Daddy, I need more cuddles,” Quinn pouted.
Smiling at the pout on his daughter’s face, he knelt on her side of the bed and brushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes.
She immediately saw the black velvet box, and tears welled in her eyes.
“Baby, I love you more than life itself. You are the best thing that’s happened to me. You and now our baby are the sole reasons I live. I promise I’ll do anything in my power and beyond to make all your dreams come true.”
The tears ran down Quinn’s cheeks.
“Quinn, baby, will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to be my wife?” Russell opened the box and revealed the most exquisite and beautiful engagement ring ever created.
They were naked, with sweat and cum covering their bodies and the sheets.
It was so raw and so them, and she couldn’t form words.
She only cried and nodded frantically so he knew her answer… as if there was any doubt.
Finally, after he put the ring on her finger, she found her voice.
“Daddy, of course I’ll marry you” Quinn sobbed uncontrollably
And, even manly man Russell Fabray shed a tear or two.
When they told this story later, they’d leave the dirty parts that happened before and after, especially the parts that involved more of Russell’s cum overflowing from Quinn’s cunt.
***
Their suitcases were packed.
The Fabray mansion was sold.
Their colleges were waiting for them as well as their new accommodations.
Will had sent someone to oversee the small cluster of Fabray businesses in Lima.
Russell had bigger fish to fry in his home town.
They had the best doctor lined up for Quinn.
She had her engagement ring on her finger.
Her fingers were intertwined with her father’s.
Her friends were following in the car Russell had bought them.
They had everything they needed with them.
Freedom.
A future.
A family.
Nothing was tying them there anymore.
It was time to start their lives.
Any doubt that all of it was real vanished when they passed the sign announcing:
‘You are now leaving Lima, Ohio. Have a safe trip’
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