A/N: I want to thank GoingVintage for the idea of Puck's Jeep. I like it so much better than a truck for him.

Many thanks for the encouragement from the aforementioned , StarsAreAMetaphor and Miss Phenix. Finally, a million thanks to my beta and TwitterTwin, Sassy_26. This little story is 10,000 times better because of your help!

What the fuck? Hummel is singing at Finn.

I repeat - What the fuck?

A chair is still a chair – oh, fuck no! That chair is the total embodiment (thanks Berry!) of Finn's dad……just like my guitar is for me, whatever. I look at Finn and mouth "Your Dad?" He looks lost and I'm so pissed that I screwed up our friendship before Mrs. H started dating. Her jumping back in the dating pool was going to suck if he didn't have someone (namely me) to talk to about it. Now he doesn't have me - or Q - or Berry to talk to and I need to man up right fucking now.

We haven't even grunted at each other since Sectionals, except at basketball practice and even then he just looks like he wants to kill me. But this whole 'Finn denying I exist' thing has to stop because if Mrs. H is thinking about even moving that damn chair, my bro is gonna lose his SHIT! So I wait for Hummel to finish and slip a note to Q asking her to hang at Britt's for a while – she nods to me and heads off giggling with Britt.

Quinn moved in but she can't be alone with my Mom – or MiniMom - which is Q's name for my sister, Sarah. Quinn and I are not together - she loves Finn and I love fucking, so we don't have any common interests…..except for the baby bump.

We're friends now – she's actually funny and a lot nicer now that she eats more than two celery sticks a day. But my mom and Sarah refuse to cut her a break – she's not Jewish and she screwed Finn over. They can't forgive either one - and the combination of the two is a deal breaker! They're both just as bitchy to me but I'm used to it and not hormonally-challenged like Quinn is.

I wait for Finn to finish up at his locker and start down the hall. As I look at the ground, I start, "Bro, we gotta get past this. We know each other better than anyone - including our moms. You can beat the shit out of me until I'm in the ICU but I think we need to get some beer and head out to the lake."

Finn just nods, closes his locker and follows me out to the Jeep.

I start up the Jeep and head toward 7-11. Finn is looking out the window and not saying anything. He hasn't jumped out of the car or cold cocked me yet which I take as progress and keep my mouth fucking shut.

I pull into the parking lot and Finn just nods. We decided a long time ago that his baby face does nothing but endanger my stellar fake ID. Finn always waits in the car – Mike does too. Matt can pull it off, only because he never opens his mouth but Finn and Mike look, act and sound like high school kids which makes it impossible to get any beer outta that old bat behind the counter – no matter how may times I wink at her.

I return to the Jeep with a 12 pack of Miller Genuine Draft and a bag of chips. Finn is twirling a pen in his hand. For a second I think maybe he looked up a way to kill a person with a ballpoint pen on the internet but then I realize that we're talking about Finn here. I jump in the Jeep as Finn grabs a can of beer, stabs the bottom of the can with the pen, pops the top and shotguns the beer.

"Damn, where did you learn to do that?" I ask.

"I've been to a lot of parties since Sectionals – especially once I found out you weren't going anymore." That stung – damn Hudson, didn't know you had it in you. It's clear we have a fucking long way to go.

"Oh," is all I manage to say.

He grabs a second beer and chugs about half of it down. I turn the key in the ignition and Finn wildly swings the door open saying "You can't drive with an open container!" He downs the rest of the second can.

I glance over at Finn with my eyebrow cocked (c'mon it's a gift). I joke, "Hey, hey, hey. Slow down there, Sparky! You're gonna hurt yourself."

Finn laughs and gets out of the car. I think I've screwed up but he left his backpack in the backseat and the door is still open. He trashes the empty cans and returns to the Jeep.

"Quinn doesn't need to bail her Baby Daddy out of jail tonight. Drive asshole!" he orders. I smile a little because he's finally starting to sound like Finn again. I have to say, him downing those two beers was nearly badass. I was kinda impressed.

We jam to Pantera all the way to the lake.

It's like old times with Finn playing drums on the dash but the mood changes as soon as we get there and I park the Jeep. Finn hands me a beer, takes another for himself and looks out the window.

"You have to tell me what happened with Quinn," he starts at nearly a whisper. "I've thought a lot about this and we can't be friends again if I don't know. I just can't keep imagining it, thinking about all the possibilities. I need to know what happened."

This could go bad really fast but I kind of understand what he is saying. Finn doesn't know it was a one time thing, both of us so scared of losing him that we did the one thing that would push him away. He doesn't know we both regret it more than anything.

I stare out the windshield, not daring to look at the guy who had been my best friend since grade school.

Looking straight ahead, I quietly admit, "Finn, it was messed up. We both saw you with Rachel - saw you changing, becoming more than we were. It was the night before you blew off football practice for the thing at Carmel."

I sigh deeply and continue, "Quinn is the one that told me your mom couldn't have a prostate problem – and embarrassingly, why. She jumped to the conclusion you were cheating on her with Rachel. I knew you were lying to me and turning your back on the team. We got drunk in Brittany's basement and ended up together - it was only once, I swear. And as fucked up as this sounds, it was way more about you than either of us."

I took a deep breath and turned to look at him. He looked like he was going to kill me and started screaming, "That is complete bullshit Puck and you know it! I saw how you used to look at Quinn. Maybe you only fucked her once, but you wanted her for a hell of a long time before that!"

Finn jumped out of the car and ran towards the lake. He threw his now empty beer can and slumped to the ground. I drank the rest of my beer, grabbed the remaining MGD and joined him sitting on the grassy slope about 10 feet from the water's edge.

I slumped to the and calmly explained, "I swear it is true, Finn. I was fucking Santana at the time and that means getting laid three times a day – its not like I was hard up. I knew what Quinn meant to you, probably still means to you. It was a fucking mistake. Neither of us meant it and we both regret it."

He asked the next logical question, "So why did you let me take the rap? You knew all along it was bullshit. How could you let me get sucked in like that?"

I was so far in at this point, I just kept going with the truth. As big a dumbass as Finn is sometimes, he usually knows when I am bullshitting him. "She told me I was a Lima Loser and you weren't. She chose you and I figured: I got her into this mess so the least I could do was keep my mouth shut. Man, I am sorry. I hate what I did to her, and to you. But we gotta get past this and if I don't stop talking feelings pretty soon, I'll have to get fitted for a fucking Cheerios skirt."

Finn starts laughing so hard, it cracks me up a little – I wasn't that funny. He flips back on the ground and cracks his head on a rock. I still don't understand how he has no coordination and ends up with all the leads in Glee AND is team captain of three major sports teams. The dude is a klutzy, gangly giant.

Finn grabs the offending rock, walks over and tosses it into the lake and continues to laugh like his life depends on it. I'm glad he's laughing – I join him at the shore and hand him another beer, which he immediately cracks open.

I glance sideways at him and say, "OK lightweight, this has been a riot but if you've forgiven me I want you to remember it tomorrow, so I'm cutting you off. Plus I still have to get back in your mom's good graces and dropping your sorry ass off wasted isn't gonna help with that."

Mrs. H has always been a second mom to me especially when my Mom gets really depressed or angry. I still stay at Finn's sometimes when Mama Puck goes to her dark place.

I look over and see one of those goofy grins he wears all the time. Or at least all the time before he found out that I'd knocked up his girlfriend. "You're right – last one. We can finish the rest on Friday after the game. You and me," he motions back and forth with his left hand, "We're good. Now, where are the chips?"

I nod toward the Jeep and we both head that direction.

Sitting in the grass by the Jeep, we consume the bag of chips in about two minutes flat. I take the last sip from my beer. Since there has not been enough sharing for one day (what – he has been my bro since second grade, whatever) I ask, "I heard you went out with Santana - how is crazy train?"

Finn looks into his lap and whispers, "Dude, I fucked her."

I rolled my eyes and kept a straight face somehow as I respond, "Yeah, I figured. How'd it go?"

Finn looks guilty and shifts his gaze away from me. "She is really hot and knew what she was doing but it kinda sucked because I don't even like her - its not who I wanted it to be. I told Rachel I took a pass with Santana– but I didn't - I just wish that I had."

He sipped his beer and continued, "I can't believe I fucked Santana last Friday." I grab another beer and take a sip contemplating a response but Finn keeps talking – it's like Taxi Cab Mother Fucking Confessions, "and you know Berry gave it up to Jesse that night too."

Beer is now squirting out of my nose (this is NOT badass) and I am literally choking. When I finish coughing, I see Finn looking at me like I kicked a puppy. "Listen Finn, I have V-Card Radar. It's a gift from God. There is no way that happened. If Berry was open for business, I would know. She's lying to you, just like you lied to her about Santana."

Finn looks even more confused than he normally does and mutters, "Changed my mind - I need one more beer." I hand it to him. "Are you sure about Rachel?" he asks.

"As sure as I am that you're on your fifth beer – there's still a cherry inside of Berry." Finn takes another drink and we both look at the sun setting over the lake.

I hear my phone buzzing on the dash and it's a text from Q asking when I'm gonna pick her up from Britt's. I text back that I'll be there by eight.

There's one more thing to discuss before we head back. As we get back in the Jeep, I dive straight in, "This all started because Hummel was serenading you today." Finn punches me in the arm, hard-for him anyway. I act like it hurts so he doesn't pout like a girl.

I ask, "Was all that about your Dad's chair?"

He sounds a little broken as he responds, "Yeah. My mom sold and gave away a bunch of furniture and she tried to sell Dad's chair. We got in a big fight and she told me that she thought we were managing as a family – that I don't know what its like to have a real family. She also told me she was falling in love with Kurt's dad. I didn't even know they were dating – I guess Kurt set them up."

I was dying to know so I ask, "So, what is Hummel Senior like?"

Finn shrugs, "I don't know. We're supposed to go to dinner tomorrow night but I don't like her replacing my Dad with him – or anyone."

I need to say what only his best friend can say. I cautiously start, "I know our friendship is still on thin ice here but I think you should give him a chance, man. Your mom deserves to be happy. Even if it means you need to bunk with Kurt."

Finn squeals, "Ewwwwww….." and this time when he punches me it really does hurt. I'm proud of him.

Rubbing my arm, I grin and continue, "Dude, I'm serious about this. Your mom deserves to be happy. You're going to leave in a couple of years. What kind of man do you want for her? You don't want her to be alone when you leave - do you?"

With a guilty look on his face, Finn turns to look out the window and asks, "Don't you need to pick up Quinn?"

He grabs the nearly empty chip bag from the floor of the Jeep and empties the crumbs straight into his mouth.

I start the Jeep and we head silently back into town.

As I pull into Finn's driveway, I ask "Are you sure we're square?"

"Yeah," Finn replies, "Just stay away from Rachel."

What the fuck was that? I try not to sound pissed as I say, "OK – I've got enough crazy in my life and she is dating TheaterDouche , so why would you say that?"

Finn replied in a pretty impressive don't fuck with me voice, "I already have to fight Jesse for her – I can't take another round with you. I know you dated her, you know she can kiss and we both know she's hot. Just promise you'll stay away from Rachel."

I respond calmly, "No problem man. Crazy Berry is all yours – I'll even help you kick Jesse's ass if you need me to."

As I was driving to Britt's to pick up Q, I had a nagging feeling that keeping that promise was going to be harder than I thought.