A/N: First, let me just say this whole fic is an AU; just thought you should be warned again. In this story, Rachel and Finn are best friends who will never date and have known each other almost as long as Puck and Finn have known each other. Kurt and Finn don't become stepbrothers but yes, Blaine will still be Kurt's boyfriend. All the other characters, I really don't care about so they fall where they may. Alright, happy reading!
Puck listlessly strokes Finn's cheek as they lay side by side on Finn's old futon which smells like sweat and Puck's department store cologne; minus the sweat fumes, Finn could breathe in the scent forever. "You're so hot, you know that?" Puck remarks, as Finn promptly begins to blush like a little school girl. "Stop, don't say that." "Why not? It's the truth. You're hot as hell." Finn continues to blush but a slow smile spreads across his face. "Thank you." He's not sure why he says it (but aren't you supposed to say thank you when someone gives you a compliment?) yet Puck smirks and with one hand, begins to loosen the belt on his jeans. "Well, I'm sure you can find another way to thank me, Hudson. Come on over here."
It's as if someone pulled the plug on Finn's dream and makes him automatically open his eyes and adjust to the darkness enveloping his bedroom. He glances at the alarm clock that sits on his nightstand and groans; it's only 5:30 in the morning and he doesn't have to get up and get ready for school until 7.
His sheets, pillows, and t-shirt are soaked with sweat, but he's not exactly surprised. Whenever he dreams about Puck, he wakes up to find his bed is soaked with sweat amongst other liquids that don't need addressing. Finn sighs, flicks on his night light and reaches under his mattress to find his journal (God, if his football cronies knew he writes in a freaking journal and one that's got his name engraved on it too, they'd probably make him eat it) among countless Playboys and Penthouses he and Puck have collected over the years.
He quickly flips through the journal, visually taking in all he's written so far, the majority of it having to deal with Puck. Finn grabs a pen and scribbles down what he can remember from his hasty dream before shoving off his clothes and going into his bathroom to take a long, hot shower in an effort to wake himself up entirely and maybe conjure up a few choice fantasies of Puck.
"Hudson! You look fucking dead man! You spend all night jacking off to Big Busty Cops 12 again?" Finn blushes as everyone in the sophomore section of the cafeteria, bursts out laughing and a grinning Puck smacks Finn on his back, his way of saying "good morning."
"Thanks a lot, Puck. No, I wasn't watching porn. I got up early and couldn't go back to sleep." Puck grabs Finn's homemade breakfast burrito and takes a huge bite out of it before offering it back to Finn who shakes his head.
"What, did little Finny have a bad dream?" How did you know? Finn thinks except in truth, the dream was far from bad. "Just forget it man. How was your weekend or do I already know the answer?"
Puck chuckles and rubs his hands together excitedly. "I spent Saturday banging the hell out of that cute Cheerio-what's her name? Oh, Zenadaya or some shit like that. She's a junior and hot, hot, hot! She's got a really freaky side and hardwood floors too if you know what I mean." Finn makes a disgusted face and says, "Dude, don't give me all the details. That's disgusting."
"Well I figured since you can't exactly be me or get up enough guts to lose your fucking virginity already, you might as well live through me. I tell you my sex stories and you proceed to imagine what it must be like to be the Studmaster." "Thanks but I'll just stick to being the quarterback." Puck laughs heartily and delivers another slap to Finn's already aching back.
"Suit yourself! You ought to be lucky I think to share my secrets of the trade with you." "Right," Finn says quickly, wanting to get off the subject. "Hey, you want to come over to my place tonight and play Deadspace? I can ask my mom to get some pizza on her way home from work. It'll be-," "Can't," Puck says, cutting Finn off in mid-sentence. "Zenadaya wanted to go out to Breadstix tonight and in the event I might get some more ass, I can't turn her down."
He ruffles Finn's hair like Finn's 6 years old instead of 15, going on 16. "We'll do it some other time, bro." The bell rings for first period just as Finn's about to say something else. "Catch you at football practice, bro," Puck mutters before disappearing amongst the student body on his way to the science building.
Finn forlornly gets up from his seat and throws the half-eaten burrito into the trash. Once again, he gets pushed to the back burner for some skinny ass Cheerio with hardwood floors and whorish mouth, exactly what Puck's always looking for.
"This is not how I imagined my Monday night, Finn. After I finish my voice lessons after school, I promptly rush home to complete my rigorous AP studies. However, since you sounded so desperate through your text messages, I figured I could make an exception just this once," Rachel says, daintily taking a bite out of a slice of spinach pizza.
Finn glares at his other best friend and mutters, "Well this isn't exactly how I was planning on spending my night either so we're even. Can't we just enjoy each other's company?" Rachel shrugs and shoves her napkin into the front of her royal blue blouse. "I just figured that this sort of entertainment would be more appropriate with that Noah the Neanderthal. You know I'm more into pedicures and Singing in the Rain." Finn grins and resumes getting killed in Deadspace.
"Sounds like you should have called that Kurt kid then. That's more his scene. Besides, Puck's out banging some Zenadaya chick or something like that. Sex for Puck tops video games and spinach pizza."
Finn can't focus on his game and it's not because of Rachel's constant muttering or the neighbor's barking dogs or the running dishwasher. He can't focus because playing some shitty video game isn't what he wants to do. He wants to be in Puck's arms, kissing Puck and letting Puck tell him he's so damn hot. He wants this so much but Puck doesn't know, Rachel doesn't know. No one, for the moment, needs to know.