Sam/Finn: takes place after the Funeral episode before they go to New York

Chapter 1

Finn wasn't exactly best friends with Sam, especially after the whole Quinn deal. But after breaking up with her after the funeral, he was going to give their friendship another shot.

"Thanks for having me over dude. It's always nice to be able to get out of that motel room once in a while." Sam said as he sat down on the old brown couch in the Hudson/Hummel's living room. "And uh, sorry to hear about Quinn."

"Yeah no problem man and yeah, I guess I just needed a change," Finn replied from the kitchen, grabbing two of Burt's beers. He was thankful that Burt and his mom were out for the night and that Kurt had agreed to not say anything if Finn said nothing about him and Blaine being alone together downstairs. He emerged from the kitchen and threw a cold beer over to Sam who bit the cap off with his teeth. Finn watched in shock as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch. He always thought that big mouth was good for something.

"Dude, that's fucking sick," Finn said with a smirk. Sam laughed and took a swig of the cold liquid. Then he took Finn's bottle out of his hand and did the same to his before handing it back. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"My Uncle taught it to me a few summers ago." Finn still looked shocked and Sam just smiled at him. Finn did a double take before realizing that Sam was looking right at him. Is he staring at me? Finn thought. Quickly he turned to the TV and flipped on the sports channel. "So I was thinking we could watch the game" he said, noticing that Sam's head snapped forward.

"Uh yeah sounds good," Sam said, taking another sip. Finn glanced over to him before looking back at the TV. Maybe he just imagined it.

It was down to the final play. Finn and Sam were on the edge of their seats, partly because of the excitement of the game and partly because by this time, they were both a little drunk. The Cleveland Brown's were one touchdown away from winning the game.

"Dude this is so exciting," Sam said, slurring his words a little.

Finn laughed. "Dude you are so drunk." Sam looked at Finn and they both cracked up.

"No I'm not." Sam said throwing a sloppy punch at Finn. Finn ducked and turned to face Sam. "So that's how you want to play?" he said grabbing Sam by the shoulders and pinning him down on the couch. Before long, the two boys were wrestling with each other and not even watching the game anymore. Sam got hold of Finn and pushed him against the back of the couch.

"Damn Sam, no wonder coach put you as quarterback. You got a good hold on you," Finn said underneath Sam's grasp.

"Thanks," Sam replied still holding down Finn. They stayed there for a quick minute before Finn whispered Sam's name. Before either of them could think about what was happening, Sam kissed Finn on the lips. Sam pulled away slowly and looked into Finn's eyes.

All of a sudden they heard footsteps coming up from the basement and Kurt's voice. Sam pushed himself off Finn and as close to the other side of the couch as possible.

"Can you please keep it down? Blaine and I are trying to get some beauty rest. The Warblers have a show tomorrow." Before Finn or Sam had a chance to respond, Kurt spun around and left. As soon as they heard the door close, they began to giggle uncontrollably.

"That was a close one," Finn said making himself more comfortable on the couch. "So um about what just happened."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"You know, um the kiss."

"Oh, well I'm uh not gay or anything. It must have been the beer."

"Ya me either. It was the beer. We're drunk," Finn stated. "Yeah, that's it." Finn's words trailed off as he ran his fingers through his hair. There was no way he was gay.

"Well in any case, I'm so much stronger than you," Sam giggled.

"Lucky shot," Finn replied.

"Oh yeah?" Sam almost yelled before jumping on Finn again. The two football players wrestled again until Sam pinned Finn down for the second time. This time he rolled on his back and laid his blond head on Finn's stomach. Finn flinched but was too tired to do anything so he lazily put his arm around Sam.

"Dude," Finn said softly, nudging Sam but Sam just groaned. Finn looked down at Sam and noticed that he was either passed out or asleep. Finn smiled and pulled a blanket over himself and Sam, trying hard not to move so he wouldn't wake Sam. The last thing he thought to himself before falling asleep himself was I'm not gay.

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