Authors note: Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing a Sam and Puck fic, I just love them as a pairing and there aren't many fics about them. It's based in season two, and Sam still has his house. I've changed it a bit so Blaine's already in Mckinley, obviously dating Kurt, yay!
Also, I'd like to thank Mynt Mint for his amazing stories, he really inspired me to write this! Check them out, I promise you'll enjoy them! :3
No beta. All mistakes are 100% mine, and I'm certain there will be a few. Sorry guys.
Most of the Glee club were in the choir room. Mike and Brittany were up and dancing with each other, receiving whistles from the other members. Tina, Rachel and Mercedes were swaying happily in their chairs in amusement. Finn was playing a slow beat on the drums while Artie and Kurt hummed a tune. The small group was always early, so they often messed around before Glee club started. Blaine walked through the door and exchanged greetings with his peers before taking a seat next to Kurt, soon followed by Santana and Puck.
"Why are you guys always so late?" Brittany asked, clearly oblivious to the fact the dynamic duo were fooling around.
"Honey, everyone knows why they're always late. They gettin' some. " Mercedes laughed.
"We also know who isn't getting any, Aretha." Santana spat, taking a seat next to Puck at the back of the room as he lifted his feet to the chair placed in front of him.
"Aretha? You mean Aretha Franklin? I hope you know she is a very successful, independent black woman. And..." Mercedes got cut off.
"I get it." Santana mumbled. "So, Finn. Where's your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" Finn was oblivious to conversation, until Santana spoke of his 'girlfriend'.
"Okay, ex-girlfriend." Santana raised an eyebrow and smirked, making direct eye contact with the tall teen.
"How should I know." Finn tried his best to look confused but instead he looked guilty of something.
"Oh please, everyone knows you guys are banging. It seems the only idiot oblivious to it is Quinn's boyfriend, trouty mouth." She kept her posture and didn't change her facial expression.
"Wha..no. No, we're not." He stood defensively.
"Dude, save it. Everyone knows." Puck chuckled, crossing his arms and resting his head against the wall. Finn looked around
"It's true. We all know." Artie shrugged. Everyone nodded at Finn.
"What.." Finn was lost for words, his cheeks flustered.
"You know, Sam's your friend man. He's like the nicest person I've met." Mike spoke softly, carefully choosing his words.
"Agreed." Rachel added. "He's a really nice person, he doesn't deserve this."
"We all agree that what you're doing is wrong, Finn." Blaine spoke loudly. "But...it's not our business, we shouldn't all gang up on him like this."
"Agreed." Kurt gave Finn a sympathetic smile. A few minutes of silence passed by before Mr Schue frantically entered the room juggling multiple bags. Everyone descended into their seats.
"Sorry I'm late guys, my Spanish class ran over. Long story." He panted as he placed his bags down and turned to face his students rubbing his hands together. "Okay, so. Principle Figgins has asked us if we could..." Mr Schue got cut off by the sound of the door opening. "Nice of you guys to finally join us." He mumbled sarcastically, facing Sam and Quinn.
"Sorry that I'm late." Sam offered, taking a seat.
"You're welcome." Quinn spoke sarcastically taking a seat next to Sam. Sam offered her his hand but she quickly denied.
"Can we finally start now, or is does anyone else want to disturb us?" Schue joked. "So, Figgins wants us to do a song at the assembly about homophobia."
"Finally!" Kurt squealed, grabbing Blaine's hand.
"He's going to be speaking about homophobia and taking a stand against it due to several complaints from gay students parents." Will Schuester continued. "So we need a song that really grabs the people's attention.
"Easy." Rachel spoke.
"Oh, so easy." Mercedes smiled.
"Lady Gaga - born this way." Kurt clapped his hands together in excitement.
"Damn straight." Mercedes Kurt, Blaine, Rachel and Tina all exchanged high fives.
"Really? I was thinking Diana Ross – I'm coming out." Santana added, sitting straighter in her seat.
"That song is also very tempting." Blaine added.
"Okay, so we do both." Puck added, joining in.
"That's a great idea, Puck! You're on fire guys. So, both it is. We have around a week and a half to prepare. You think you guys can do it?" Schue's smile was beaming and he began rubbing his hands together.
"Hell yeah!" Kurt was now literally jumping in the air.
"Awesome." Artie smiled. Everyone began exchanging idea's and plans.
(After football practice)
Most of the team had left, leaving only Puck, Finn, Sam and Dave Karofsky. There were a few others but they were all on their way out.
"Later guys." Sam smiled, waving at his friends.
"Good game, man." Puck replied with a nod and a quick shoulder squeeze.
"Thanks man." Sam smile was not beaming.
"You were awesome tonight, dude. I'll catch you later." Finn smiled back. They continued packing the rest of their things into their gym bags until Sam was gone and out of ear shot.
"You know, I thought I was a cold mother fucker." Puck laughed.
"What?" Finn often found himself oblivious to things.
"When I'm banging someone's chick behind her boyfriends back, I don't pretend to be friends with them." Puck rolled his eyes at before responding. He wasn't being a dick, he was being honest.
"I know. I'm a jerk, everyone in Glee club is right. He's the nicest guy ever and I'm...I'm an asshole." Finn was now very serious.
"You need to stop fucking his chick, or tell him man." Puck gave his friend his best advice.
"You're right." Finn mumbled, placing his hand on his chin in pure concentration.
"Don't think too hard, you'll hurt yourself." Puck joked, but his friend clearly wasn't listening. Puck swung his bag over his shoulder and began leaving the locker room.
"I'll catch you later man." Finn called out to him.
"Good luck." Puck simply called back. When he approached his car, he threw his things in to the passenger's side of the car and pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he came to a hold, pressing call and holding the phone to his ear. A few seconds later a husky voice spoke on the other line.
"Hey." he smirked. "Yeah, I'm still up for tonight. My place? Cool. Don't be late." He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his letterman jacket. He held his smirk in place the whole time as he put his key in the ignition, put his stereo on, pushed down the clutch, changed gear and drove out of the parking lot.
Sam couldn't be any more happier when he finally pulled his car into his drive. He was so tired from practice, he just needed a quick nap. He got out of the car, entered his house, greeted his parents and went straight into his room upstairs. He lazily undressed and jumped into bed. Within minutes, he was already asleep.
An hour later, Sam opened one eye, closed it and stayed still for 10 minutes.
"Sammy!" He heard his little sisters voice echo through his room.
"Hey, Stace." He smiled, finally sitting up. He winced when she flicked the light on, trying to let his eyes adjust to the light.
"Mom wants to know if you're joining us for dinner today or if your going out with Quinn." She smiled, tightly holding her teddy bear close to her chest.
"I'm eating here. Save me a spot, will you?" He smiled, before his sister nodded and ran out of the room. He picked up his phone and read his new messages. There were several from Quinn, he decided not to read them after reading the first one, which simply read 'answer me know." He scrolled the one he received from Finn.
"Want to hang out?" Sam seemed confused. Sure, Finn was a nice person but he'd never expressed any interest in wanting to hang out with him. He decided to make up some lame excuse, he liked Finn, in fact they got along great but he didn't want to hang out with him for some reason. He continued reading through until he saw one that really grabbed his attention, it was from Quinn.
"Do you want to hang out with me, Puck and Santana or not?" Sam was suddenly texting her back and jumping from his bed grabbing some clean clothes. He liked Puck a lot, he made spending time with Quinn a lot more bearable. He knew he was attracted to Puck, who wasn't? The whole badass rep, the style, the attitude..no. He couldn't think of Puck. He was dating the most popular girl in school, he was the new quarterback at his school. If there was anything Sam was afraid of, it was rejection. The thought of being rejected by his peers and family because of who he really is, killed Sam. He checked his phone again to see he had no new messages, so he called Puck.
"Puckerman speaking."
"It's Sam. Is Quinn with you?" Sam didn't want to call puck, he didn't want to annoy him, but seeing as he didn't have Santana's number and Quinn wasn't answering her phone, it was the only option.
"Yeah man. We're at my house, want me to drive over and pick you up?" Puck asked.
"It's okay I can drive." Sam responded.
"You sure? I have to stop in the store and replace my mom's beers anyway." Puck offered.
"Okay sure man."
"See you in 5." Puck ended the call. Sam couldn't wipe the smiled from his face.
Sam and Puck pulled up outside Pucks place, got out and walked into the house.
"Where should I put your beer?" Sam smiled, he carried the bag while Puck carried two more bags full of snacks.
"Kitchen, follow me Biebster." Puck laughed. They reached the kitchen, opened the door and dropped the shopping. Finn was sat on a chair, trousers wrapped around his ankles while Quinn was on top with her Cheerio's skirt pulled up exposing her bare ass.
"What the fuck..." Sam mumbled, but a part of him wasn't surprised.
"My mom and sister eat in here, what the fuck? Get out. Now." Puck barked, causing Finn to flinch. Sam just turned and walked away leaving the house.
"Fuck. When I get back you better have cleaned that fucking chair and got the fuck out of my house." Puck growled, clenching his teeth before going after Sam.
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