A/N: I couldn't help myself. Just a little story about Puck and his new 'friend' Sam. Also, before you read, this is a slash story, if the tongue comment in the summary wasn't obvious enough. If that bothers you, kindly GTFO. Rated T for Puck's potty mouth and future ~sexual situations.

No way. This isn't happening. There is no possible way that I, Noah fucking Puckerman have turned into a homo over some new kid with a Bieber cut.

Except there was no other explanation for it.

It had been any other Monday. He'd skipped first period in favour of some extra sleep, drove to school with the windows down and the radio on full blast, had a bit more sleep through second and third, sprayed some dweeb with a fire extinguisher, went down to 7/11 with Mike and Finn to get Slushies and hang out in the parking lot, and then it was time for football practice.

Puck liked being on the football team. Even with all this Glee club shit, he still felt like he was on top. Being on the football team automatically made you hot stuff. It wasn't as if Puck needed the extra push (obviously) but he found he liked feeling like he still had just a piece of his own life, when Finn didn't look at him with slight distrust in his eyes, when Quinn Fabray didn't dodge him in the halls, before Glee, before he got a Slushie in the face every other week. He was still a stud, and he could still run circles around the rest of those losers.

He was looking forward to seeing Sam today. The kid was pretty cool; they'd even become friends. The blonde didn't take his shit, and they'd had a few friendly squabbles that always ended with them sitting side by side on the couch in Noah's basement, playing COD. Puck had had a breakthrough, and was pumped to let Sam know that he'd totally beaten his high score.

It was a hot day, but Coach Beiste rode them hard despite this. They were sweating and panting just ten minutes into practice.

When it started getting dark they were finally allowed to leave. Puck turned to troop back to the locker rooms in exhausted silence, but then realised the familiar figure of Sam wasn't next to him. He looked around and spotted him still on the field.

He was struck by the image of the guy, hands by his sides, staring up at the goal posts as the sky darkened around him.

'Oi, Evans!' He shouted. Sam turned around, expectancy in his eyes. Puck gestured towards the slowly disappearing figures of their teammates. 'You coming or what?'

'I thought I'd just hang out here for a bit.' Came the reply.

Puck shook his head and jogged over to him. 'Come man, you need a lift or something? Cause if your Ma's giving you grief about it again, you can just-'

'Nah, man, everything's fine. I got the car today. I was just going to toss the ball around for a bit longer.'

Puck rolled his eyes. 'With yourself?'

Sam grinned a bit sheepishly. 'Yeah, obviously.'

He shook his head and started walking back wards rapidly, gesturing with his hands for Sam to chuck him the ball. 'C'mon, I don't have to leave yet.'

He found himself a little reluctant to leave the kid by himself.

Yeah, because he's new, he might get lost on the way to the change rooms...and we're mates. I'd be a pretty crappy friend if I just let him.

Yeah, that was it.

Sam bent over to pick the football up from where it lay at his feet, and then tossed it in the air a couple of times. 'You sure? I don't want to keep you.'

'Nah I don't mind.' And he didn't.

It was fully dark as they made their way back to the change rooms. That's why they walked a little closer than usual, so they wouldn't fall over or lose each other in the darkness. It wasn't because he liked the warmth radiating from Sam's body in the suddenly cool night air. Not at all.

Puck started pulling off his pads and jersey as soon as they were inside. The light was still on and it was empty.

He turned to take a quick shower to find Sam had beaten him to it.

Puck had seen a lot of naked dudes in his life. He was a football player, and no one exactly paid attention to modesty. They weren't chicks though, so it was all good. It was nothing sexual. They didn't have that soft skin and sweet smell.

He'd never seen Sam naked.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, the world went very still, around him, and his heartbeat went into overdrive.

His skin was pale and unmarked. Puck's fingers ached to touch that smooth expanse before him. Rivulets of water ran down Sam's body and Puck found his eyes tracking the droplets, suddenly wanting to lick them up with his tongue – Oh fuck. He was getting hard.

He jerked back.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

'Hey, man, I'm just going to go.' His managed to say, walking backwards.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Sam turned towards him, and there was a question in those grey eyes. A small pink tongue darted out to lick a droplet of water from his lip and Puck almost came in his pants.

'You're not going to shower?'

Did he mean for his voice to sound so fucking appealing?

'Uh – no. I'll just have one at home. Ma's expecting me.' With that, he grabbed his bag and bolted.

It was freezing outside, and Puck wasn't wearing a shirt.

Idiot.

He practically ran back to truck, thoughts streaming through his head at an alarming rate, his heart still pounding.

Oh God he was shaking.

MAN THE FUCK UP PUCKERMAN.

This was ridiculous. Sam was a dude. Puck didn't like dudes. He liked girls, their skin was soft and they were warm and inviting.

I bet Sam's skin is really fucking soft.

As soon as he was in the warm cab of his truck he grabbed a shirt from his bag and yanked it over his head, shoving the keys in the ignition at the same time.

The truck roared to life. And so did his stereo system. Puck turned it up full blast, hoping to tune out the tumultuous thoughts in his head.

A/N: So...reviews would be nice. And by nice I mean SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT. There's a couple more chapters to this,, nothing too long though.