A/N: Just a fluffy little Pinn drabble. Hope you like it. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
It was a Saturday night.
Puck and Finn were sitting on the old, faded couch in Puck's basement, a blood-and-guts horror movie marathon underway.
They were flinging popcorn and yelling at the would-be victims who looked like they were about to do something stupid, like go outside to inspect a suspicious noise or run upstairs while being chased by a knife-wielding killer, the latter having just happened.
"You're trapping yourself!" Puck shouted, throwing his arms up into the air in frustration.
Finn nodded tersely in agreement as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl that sat between them. "Yeah, she's toast," he said, tossing the popcorn into the air and catching as much of it as he could in his mouth.
Puck chuckled at Finn. "Think that's a record, dude. You only missed one," Puck said with an approving nod as he casually draped his arm along the back of the couch and let it rest just above Finn's shoulders.
Finn cocked an eyebrow at Puck.
"What?" Puck said coolly, mirroring Finn with a quirked eyebrow of his own. "Just getting comfortable."
Finn nodded and turned back to the movie, slowly sinking back until the back of his head met Puck's arm. Neither boy said anything as Puck brought his arm the rest of the way down across Finn's shoulders.
The movies continued, but the boys' shouting dwindled, replaced by half-lidded eyes and sporadic yawns. Finn's head drifted over to rest on Puck's shoulder, and Puck rested his head against Finn's.
Maybe it should have been weird, but it was the most comfortable either of them had been in a long time. So when Puck reached for Finn's hand and intertwined their fingers, Finn just grinned sleepily and nestled deeper into Puck's warmth.
And that was how they fell asleep; Finn's face buried in Puck's shirt, Puck holding onto Finn with both hands.