Disclaimer: Finn, Puck and Quinn belong to FOX and not me, because, well you can see what would happen under my control xP
Finn loved the dark.
He'd be chatting profusely to his best friend when a blackout would happen, and he would laugh.
Finn loved the dark because he got to see the other side of Puck, the one nobody else saw, the frightened little boy that gripped onto his friends Tshirt, paralysed with fear of who knows what.
Those dark, dark, nights when Finn got to see Noah were his favourite.
"Finn…"
The taller boy would pull the other boys mohawked head towards his chest and hold him tight, whispering reassurances, yet secretly loving the feel of his best friend break down and relinquish his bad boy exterior.
He'd grin and kiss his best friend, soft, billowing kisses that would spread warmth and light into Noah whilst he clutched feebly at the cotton, rigid like a child against Finns heaving chest.
And now the screech of tyres and the blare of lights, and a red liquid that seeps from underneath Finns short-cut hair.
Finn has his darkness now.
An eternal darkness that terrifies Noah to his very core.
And still when he thinks of black, when he sees the lights go off in his house, he'll grow cold, then feel around for a Finn that is not there.
That will never be there again.
Noah hates the dark.
So much.
Because it reminds him of what used to be there, but will never be again.
He will break into a cold sweat and scream at night, and Quinn will be the one to be there, will be the one to try to calm him.
Not Finn.
She will say that he's looking down at them, with them really, and he'll pretend to believe her and go back to sleep, but he won't be okay.
He won't be okay until Finn is beside him again.
And that won't happen.
Puck will tell himself every day that he will get over it but he never will, not until he learns to face the eternal darkness himself.
And who knows when that will happen.
Finn loved the dark
Noah hates the dark
Puck will need the dark.