This is my first EVER fanfiction! I'll probably be posting some Finchel fics from random prompts if I get enough reviews, and I do love me some smut! There are many more chapters to come if this fic is a success. Let me know!

xx- E.

Part One: The "Bomb"


Sam swallowed back the lump in his throat. The room felt dry and hot, almost like the kids were all piled on top of him, when in reality he had distanced his desk from the others minutes ago. That goddamn English class - er, what class was he in again? – or whatever was getting insanely boring day by day. He knew almost less than half of the kids by name. There was that tall guy, his munchkin girlfriend, a sassy Latino chick he was terrified of, a handicapped kid, and some mohawked guy that wouldn't stop throwing disgusted glares at him. What was his name again? Something related to hockey… Check, or Puck, or something? Either way, he was sort of sick of the way no one really paid attention to him.

Sam transferred to William McKinley High School less than a year ago, and sure, he had made some friends, such as a few guys from the football team. Finn, Mike, and that Artie guy are all pretty chill dudes, but it didn't feel like enough. Deep down he felt like an outcast and it sort of stung.

And there was the one and only, Quinn Fabray. He didn't know if it was her perfect golden locks or the pure hazel gleaming from her eyes that first made him attracted to her, but Sam wouldn't question. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life; even through her numerous rejections to go to a date with Sam. She was so self-absorbed in being single and happy but he still appreciated that. There was a rumor that she had hockey-named-guy's kid a few years ago but Sam refused to believe it. How could such a beauty stoop for as low as a dirty old manwhore?

"Excuse me, Mr. Evans," a female voice interrupted his thoughts suddenly, "you haven't picked a science partner for our new project, so I guess I will have to." Ms. Vaan smiled sweetly before dropping the bomb on him. "Mr. Puckerman is the only eligible partner left. Remember, the project is due next Friday!"

"Uh..," Sam looked around and chewed on the inside of his lip. Who the fuck is this Puckerman guy? Is he at least decent?

His eyes landed on none other but Noah "Puck" Puckerman, the guy from football that always picked on him because of his long hair or because he got picked to play defense instead of quarterback.

Well, shit.

Puck grinned sheepishly toward Sam's direction and Sam felt something begin to stir in his stomach. Shit, was it some cheesy Disney movie? Puck's teeth were white and perfect, and the way they framed his tanned skin was hot.

There was absolutely no fucking way Sam found this douche attractive all of a sudden. All of the days he spent rolling his eyes through his football helmet, watching the older boy run across the field in a uniform – well, he never really did get a good look at his face. And now he was stuck working on some lame science project with him for the next week and a half. Fantastic.

Sam nearly jumped out of his chair when the bell rang. People gathered their belongings and headed towards the nearest door, except for Sam, Ms. Vaan, and Puck of course. Sam was making his way out when a callused hand tugged at his shoulder.

"Hey, dude, this is my number. Call me once you've done most of the work and I'll put my signature on a sheet or some shit, alright?" Puck spoke softly to him, praying to some sort of holy spirit that the teacher didn't hear him.

Sam simply shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Alright, man. You'll have to come over at some point, though. She'll know if I did all of it myself. Physics isn't that easy."

Puck sighed and shoved his way past Sam, leaving Sam standing there with that dumbass teacher that had to pick Puck of all people for him to work with. Bloody hell.