A/N: I've been a Glee fan for ages and this is my first fic in this category. I always thought Puck and Finn were cute together and could have made sense under the right circumstances. This will be a slow burn Pinn story. Hope you enjoy.

T for language.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the awesome video games, movies or music mentioned throughout this fic.

Not Just Any

Chapter 1

"C'mon, Puck, I said I didn't want to watch that movie. Let's just do something else." Finn rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously. He hated the way his voice borderlined on a whine and he prayed Puck wouldn't call him out on it.

No such luck. "Don't be such a pussy, dude. It's a good movie. What, you're not scared or something, are you?"

"What? No!" Finn said a little too quickly. He crouched down so Puck wouldn't be able to see the lie written across his face. He shuffled through a box on the floor containing Puck's video game collection. "It's just—that movie's so old. Thirty years is like, ancient. There's gotta be something different we can do. Here, look," he held up an old N64 cartridge. "You up for getting your ass kicked in Super Smash Bros?"

Truth be told, it wasn't just The Exorcist that terrified Finn, it was all horror movies. He hated the whole genre. What was so fun about being scared shitless? He always had nightmares for weeks after watching one. Last Halloween, Puck made him sit through The Shining, and even though he promised the special effects would be totally lame and un-scary because the movie was from the eighties, Finn had been majorly traumatized. He'd been so scared he had to sleep on the floor of his mom's room every night of the month of November. And then there was that time he ran away screaming from those twin girls in Home Depot who looked like the Grady daughters. And to this day, he couldn't hear the name 'Johnny' without having a mild panic attack.

Puck was kneeling on the couch, peering over the back at Finn. "C'mon man, The Exorcist's a classic." He brandished a VHS cassette in his face. "I hear the chick's head spins like, all the way around—"

"I—I don't think your mom would want you watching that movie," Finn cut him off loudly, trying to get the image out of his mind. "It's way too Catholic, you know," he added, appealing to Puck's Jewish nature. He climbed over the back of the couch, clambering awkwardly over Puck to stick the cartridge in the N64.

Puck shrugged."Psh, my mom doesn't give a damn. Ow, watch it, dude!" He winced as Finn, who was all bony joints and klutziness, dug a knee painfully into his thigh. He shoved Finn aside. "We'll play Smash some other time. Right now we're watching The Exorcist." He went to pop the movie in the VCR, but Finn, with his abnormally long arms, leaned over and plucked it out of his hands.

"No man, look, I'm the guest. We should do what I want to do, and I want to play Smash Bros." He gave Puck one of his trademark goofy grins.

Puck cocked his head to the side, "Well, I'm the host, and I say we watch The Exorcist." He made a grab for the VHS but Finn held it out of reach.

They stared at each other for a hard moment until they both realized the other was being playful. Eyes dancing with mischief, Finn slowly leaned forward, splaying a hand on Puck's chest. An impish smile formed on Puck's lips as he watched Finn, muscles braced for an attack.

"I'm the guest and I say Smash Bros," Finn said slowly, giving Puck a shove that knocked him on his back.

"Hey!" Puck got back up on his knees using Finn's arm for leverage. "I'm the host and I say The Exorcist." He swiped at the cassette but Finn kept it away, scuttling backwards to the other side of the couch.

"Gotta be quicker than that, Puckerman! We're playing Smash Bros!"

"No, we're watching The Exorcist!"

Without warning, Puck lunged forward, grabbing Finn around the neck and knocked him off the couch. Laughing, the two boys fell to the floor, narrowly missing the coffee table on the way down. They rolled around wrestling playfully, but Finn, who came by his nickname of 'Frankenteen' honestly, had a big size advantage. Before long, he had Puck on his back, sitting on his legs and pinning him down with one large hand on each bicep.

"Looks like I win, bro," Finn said triumphantly. He grinned down at his smaller friend who was still squirming and struggling relentlessly. The sight of it made him laugh. "Just give it up, dude. You're no match for the Finnster!" Finn reveled in his victory. It wasn't every day he bested Puck at something. Still giggling, he held Puck down a little longer until his thrashing subsided.

"Argh!" Puck groaned, his chest heaving from the effort, muttering something under his breath about 'Finnster' being a gay nickname.

"Tire yourself out yet?" Finn teased, pretending not to hear.

Eventually he loosened his grip, but was very surprised to have the wind knocked out of him the next moment. Puck had shot up, head-butting him in the gut. Grunting, Finn crashed hard, feeling the shaved side of Puck's head rasp against his skin. Next thing he knew he was on his back in an arm bar with Puck's legs across his neck and chest.

"Who's the winner now, huh, Hudson?" Puck cried proudly, prying the VHS from Finn's fingers.

"Ow! Alright, dude, alright! Uncle!" Finn yelled, but Puck wouldn't let up so easily.

"Say we'll watch the movie!"

"Alright, fine! Whatever! We'll watch the damn movie; just get the hell off my arm!"

Smiling smugly, Puck released his arm. Finn got up, rubbing his sore shoulder. He plopped down on the couch as Puck crawled over to the VHS player and popped the tape in.

"You're not gonna be disappointed, dude," Puck said excitedly, taking his seat on the other end of the couch. "This is gonna be an awesome Halloween. Tonight we'll watch The Exorcist and tomorrow we have Santana's party. Her dad's out of town and she got her cousin from Fort Wayne to buy her a shit ton of beer. This is gonna be an epic weekend!"

"Yeah, sure dude, whatever," Finn chuckled, grabbing the blanket Mrs. Puckerman always left on the back of the couch. He wrapped it around his shoulders, found the remote and pushed 'play' while Puck turned off the lights. Finn sighed, settling in and resigning himself to being scared shitless. "Let's just get this movie over with so we can play some Smash."