Welcome, and thank you for showing interest in my story.
I am a 19 year-old Dutch boy who's in love with the English language and a fan of Glee. After reading a few stories on this website, i decided why not to combine my two interests and try writing a story myself. I've already written five other ones when I was younger and, of course, they were in Dutch.
To keep things briefly, this is my first English story and I would really appreciate all of your feedback! I really want to further develop my English, so your reviews are more than welcome!
Anyway, I hope you have fun reading. ;p
Chapter one – Need you now
Suddenly he woke up from the doorbell. Puck moaned and ran his hand through his Mohawk and over his face. The bell rang again. "What the fuck?" Puck sighed to himself. He grabbed his mobile phone and lit up the screen. 2.21 am, seven missed calls and thirteen new messages. He didn't bother looking at them, because his eyes weren't able to read the tiny letters yet anyway. He carried himself from his bed while the high-pitched, annoying sound rang again. He put on his sweatpants and his t-shirt. Which fucking moron decided to pay him a visit this early? He was lucky his mom was off to Paris with her new boyfriend and wouldn't be back for another two weeks, because if she'd woken up, she'd probably scream the hell out of Puck for having such insane friends. Because Puck assumed it was someone who knew him.
He stumbled down the stairs when he realized it was kind of odd to have someone at his door at two thirty in the morning. A shot of adrenaline was pumped through his body when he thought about that and he mentally prepared himself for it. As far as he could, because he was still Noah Puckerman, the boy with the same concentration as that of a squirrel. He clenched his fists as he carefully peeked around the corner, down the hallway. Unfortunately, he could only see a shade in the shape of a person through the door window. He almost fell down the last steps of the stairs when the bell rang again, this time much louder, because he was downstairs.
He sighed and walked to the front door, opening it slowly, but after a few inches he already recognized the lemon-blond hair. He swung the door open, while the cold December air hit his face. He automatically hugged himself with his arms and gave his boyfriend a strange look.
"What the fuck, Sam? Its fucking morning, what the hell are you doing here?" he said loudly, astonished by his appearance.
Sam's face was bowed down to the ground and Puck swore he saw drops of water falling from under his blonde bangs.
"They found out," Sam whispered, while his body shivered , "they found out and kicked me out."
"What are you talking about?" Puck asked, still not realizing he should ask Sam to come inside.
"About us!" Sam almost yelled. He clenched his fists while he started sobbing.
Puck's world stood still for a moment. He and Sam weren't together for that long, about two months or something, so their relationship was still fragile. Because of that, he had hoped that either his or Sam's parents wouldn't find out about them soon. It might be too hard for them to take in, not even for their parents, but for themselves. Puck always knew that Sam's parents were Christians, and pretty strict ones too. He knew that if they would find out about his son being in love with his best friend, bad things would happen inside the Evans residence. However, Puck never prepared himself for it to be out so soon and so sudden. He never even thought about the possibility that Sam's parents might kick him out.
He stepped out of his front door and laid a hand on Sam's cheek. It felt cold. And not just cold, but like, frozenly-cold. He shocked when his gaze darted down the street to find Sam's car anywhere, but couldn't.
"Dude, did you walk over here?" he asked staggered.
"I didn't know what to do," Sam's sobbing went over in actual cries, "it surprised me and I-"
"It's okay," Puck shushed him, while he wrapped an arm around the boy and led him into the house. He closed the door behind them and Sam just stood there on his doormat.
"Come on, let's get you upstairs."
He followed Sam while climbing up the stairs. Sam wanted to walk to Puck's room, but Puck called him back.
"First, you're going to take a shower to warm up. You're freakishly cold man!" Puck said with a small grin on his face, trying to cheer Sam up.
The blonde boy just nodded and walked into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Puck was slamming himself for stating the obvious on the coldness-thing. He saw Sam struggling to zip down his jacket and a wave of pity rushed over him.
"Fuck!" Sam said frustrated and gave up on getting his clothes off. Tears started streaming down his face again.
When Puck had turned on the shower, he laid his hands on the boy's shoulders, his head inches away from Sam's. He looked at his paled face and then into his bloodshot, puffy eyes.
"Hey," he began softly, "it's gonna be okay. I'm going to help you take your clothes off and while you shower, I will put on a pot of coffee and we're gonna talk this thing through. After that, we're going to find out how to solve this and you're gonna stay here as long as needed. Okay?"
Sam nodded quietly and Puck could've sworn he saw a glimpse of relief in his boyfriend's eyes. He grabbed the zipper of Sam's jacket and pulled it down. It wasn't easy getting him undressed, because Sam was still heavily shaking. Getting him out of his pants was an adventure on his own, because the boy couldn't feel his feet, so he almost fell down a couple of times.
When Sam was successfully under the hot water, Puck went downstairs to put on some coffee. He grabbed a couple of blankets from the wash-room and brought them to his room. Actually his double bed was calling out for him, but he refused to lie down, because he knew that if he would, he would fall asleep instantly. He softly chuckled at himself. Even though he cared the world for Sam, some things would never change, like his ability to appear heartless. I mean, how could he even think about sleeping right now? He spread a towel over his heater and ran downstairs again to find the coffee ready. He poured it into two mugs and carefully took them upstairs.
After ten minutes of intense thinking on how to handle the just presented situation, he decided to see if Sam had already melted. He peeked around the bathroom door and heard the water still running from the shower.
"Sam?" he asked.
"Y-yeah?" Sam answered.
"Are you almost finished? Your coffee is getting cold."
He heard Sam turning off the shower and he quickly ran back to his room to get the warm towel from his heater. He hugged the wet, blond boy in it and rubbed his hair dry. A warm feeling went through his chest when he saw Sam smiling a little.
"What?" Puck asked with a grin.
Sam shrugged and laid his head on Puck's shoulder in response.
For a minute they just stood there. A naked Sam, wrapped in a big towel, being held by Puck. The Mohawked boy softly ran his hand up and down Sam's back, who closed his eyes for a moment.
After a while, Puck scraped his throat.
"Come, let's get you into some clothes."
He walked to his closet and pulled out another pair of sweatpants and a big sweater. He chuckled when he saw Sam almost disappear in his big Converse jumper. Sam smiled back and laid on the bed. Puck grabbed some of the blankets, tugged Sam in and handed him his coffee.
"Warm enough, you think?" he asked sweetly, while taking a sip from his mug.
Sam shrugged indifferently and Puck rolled his eyes. He'd known Sam long enough to know the boy likes snuggles. So he laid himself beside him, his back resting on the headboard. He put an arm around Sam and covered himself in one of the blankets. Sam chugged his coffee down and put the mug on the nightstand, then he turned around and laid his head in Puck's neck, his hand resting on Puck's chest. Sam felt the calm heartbeat of the Mohawked boy and sighed. For a small moment he felt better, and safe, but all of those feelings went away when he closed his eyes and saw the angry face of his father flashing through his mind.