Well then, here we go again. My first Finn/Puck ("Fuck", right?) slash. I guess it's a little OOC, but then again, you can't blame me for trying.

Btw, Glee isn't mine – I just like to play with those jocks. The fic contains spoilers from the 02x04, so if you didn't watch yet, better stop riding right here!

- I don't get why you was so upset about the Sam/Kurt thing. I mean, if he was gay, so what? He will deal with soon or late. - Puck crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes. It was the first day since Puck went out of the juvenile prison and as Finn's mother was spending most of her evenings in Burt's, he came by to play Wii and chat - and for "chat", of course, it means "know everything about the Sam/Quinn date, but Puckerman will never admit he was jealous and they both knew that.

Finn frowned his forehead, narrowing his eyes. Puck seems to be pretty relaxed - or, in other words, as stoned as he could be - but not enough to stop begin the Puck he always knew and start being someone else so... "gay friendly". Wasn't him who pushed Kurt in the garbage cans, to start?

- Dude, what the hell are you talking about? - Finn looked at his friend for a moment, trying to figure out how much the marijuana was affected Noah's brain. Except for the fact that Puck was smiling like someone that just saw a green dwarf, he seemed normal. So, where does that bullshit came from?

- If he was gay, he wasn't into Quinn, right? - for a moment, Finn was almost sure Puck was talking to the flower jar instead of to him. - Besides, it wasn't your business, man. If he's gay, he'll be gay no matter what.

- And you, the biggest bullier, says so. - Finn rolled his eyes, leaning on the sofa.

- I don't bully them because they're gay. - Puck said, laughing. - I bully them because they're weird. It's different, dude. By the way, do you remember when i went to that military camp my dad made me go and all that stuff? When I said I had to learn to work with weapons and to peel pinions? Well, those were metaphors, if you know what i mean.

- What the hell that was supposed to mean? – Finn stepped back, a little confused. He always was a little slow, but when the meaning of what Puck said hit him, he wished have never asked.

- I know you since we were doing the third grade for the second time, Finn, I know you have trouble accepting different things. I remember you used the same underwear for three months until it tear apart. But once you try it… it's not that bad. – and even before Finn realizes what his friend just said, Puck made the distance between them shorter.

In the next moment, the lips of Puckerman were pressed against his.

The first thing Finn tough was that the position was really uncomfortable. The second, that Puck's lips tasted like beer and salt, but the flavor was kind of nice. The third was "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?"

- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, MAN? – he pushed Puck away, trying to control himself; the last thing we wanted was to punch his best-friend, even if the jerk deserved. Puck was smiling and for a moment he really looked like a sex shark.

- Wasn't bad, was it? – Noah got up, thrusting his hands into his pockets. – Gets better, eventually. If you wanna try… my family went to a bar mitzvah, so I'm alone in home tonight. – and he left, leaving Finn alone with his thoughts... and his feelings.

And, Gosh, he had a lot of feelings. Most of them left him really scared – and the rest, really horny. That was when he decided not to think anymore. Or, at least, not in that night.

Five minutes later, he was at Puckerman's door.