A/N: I started this story on another account of mine and completely abandoned it- sorry! I re-read it and decided I could take it places; I created the plotline over for it. I decided it'll no longer be drabbles, because my 'drabbles' were actually starting to tell a story; Something I'm not good at writing is drabbles. I'm going to re-upload the first four chapters and then continue the story from there. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any suggestions, please don't hesitate to let me know! Thank you, and remember- reviews are much appreciated!
Too Hot to Erase
P: I'll 'sext' you back later
P: Haha get it?
P: The Santana thing
P: You there?
P: Quinn?
Finn shook his head at the actions of his best friend. "Dude," Finn put down the controller, now sweaty and stuck to his palms, "You can't just make a joke about that Santana thing."
"Kiss my ass, Hudson," Puck threw his cell phone across the room to the other couch, "She needs to learn how to take a fucking joke."
"Maybe it's not a joke to her?" Finn asked, now confused.
"Dude," Puck glared at Finn, lifting an eyebrow, "Rachel's got you so fucking soft."
Finn didn't bother responding, he just shook his head, grabbed the controller, cursing at the now tangled cord.
"You get in her pants yet?" Puck was totally serious, too.
"The fuck, Puckerman."
"That means no." Puck found himself laughing.
"I'll wait for her," Finn, once again, put down the controller, "She knows that."
"Doesn't your penis get... bored?"
Finn shot a look of disgust to his best friend.
Puck didn't know what else to say, so he just shut his mouth, quickly turning his head to his flashing phone screen on the opposite side of the living room.
Q: Go fuck yourself
"Dude, she told me to go fuck myself." Puck laughed as he held up the text to Finn.
"Oh! That means she wants you to leave her alone." Finn spoke quickly.
"You would study all of that girl shit," Puck grabbed his phone, pressing a bunch of buttons, which led to Finn shaking his head in disappointment.
"Man, don't answer her. I told you she-"
"Too late," Puck said with a smirk. He flashed his phone screen in Finn's face, "look."
P: Send me a pic so I can do so
"Dude!" Finn's lips quivered.
"What? Berry doesn't send you pics?"
"Rachel doesn't have anything to do with-"
"Oh," Puck exclaimed, "So you didn't deny it."
"I-I didn't say that," Finn turned a pale pink, "But even if she did, it's really none of your fucking business."
"Didn't say it was, fucker," Puck gently slapped Finn in the back of the head, "But damn. Berry in a skirt equals sex. So Berry naked equals...?"
Finn groaned, "Screw you."
Finn and Rachel weren't exactly an item- not yet at least. Finn had made her aware that he did love her, and he was planning to ask her out soon enough, but he would never tell Puck that.
"I love it," Puck laughed, "You get so... defensive. You sure you two don't fuck?"
Finn threw a pillow at Puck.
"Is that a yes?"
"Why do you always get to fucking question me?" Finn's face turned to anger, "Rachel this, Rachel that."
"Ask me some shit then, seems like that's what you want," Puck snickered, "Kinda homo to me, I mean-"
"You still fuck around with Santana?" Finn blurted out.
"Nah," Puck pressed his lips together, almost in a smile, "I quit that shit a long time ago."
"Because you love Quinn."
"Because I what? Say it again, pussy." Puck walked over to the couch where Finn was sitting.
"Nevermind."
"Thought so."
Finn rolled his eyes, unwilling to fight back with Puck.
Another flash from his phone, and Puck darted to the couch again.
"Just keep the phone with you dude. I mean, you keep getting up to-"
"Shut it, you fuck," Puck raised his hand up, signalling for Finn to be quiet. "There's a picture attachment!"
Finn's eyes widened, thinking inside his phone was a naked picture of his ex-girlfriend.
"Load fucking phone!" Puck slammed it down on the couch.
"Well that's gonna help, asshole." Finn rolled his eyes at Puck's behavior.
"FUCK THIS BITCH!" Puck said after picking up the phone, holding it in his hands.
Finn shot a confused look at Puck, waiting for him to explain.
"Look for yourself," Puck held the phone up to Finn, "This bitch is gonna get it. She's playing me, she's totally messing with me."
Finn burst out in laughter, "She's fucking with you for a change...nice."
Puck nodded his head, "Does she think sticking her middle finger out at me is cute?"
Finn didn't answer.
"I'm not erasing this shit though," and Finn just asked why, "Because she looks fucking smoking."
Three hours and three six-packs later, Finn and Puck were on the couch just laying there.
"Usually," Puck sighed, "I'd say you were a fucking homo for laying on my couch next to me like this."
"And now...?" A very drunk Finn asked, slurring his words.
"I don't fucking know man, I forgot what I was saying." Typical Puck.
One of the phones laying on Puck's table aside the couch flashed.
"If that's fucking Quinn, I swear I'm-"
"It's mine," Finn stood up dizzily, "Sit your ass back down. You're wasted."
"As are you, dick."
R: You haven't texted me all night
Shit. It was Rachel. He was too drunk to even think about picking up his phone and texting her- texting anyone.
"Who is it?" Puck moaned and sat up.
"R-Rachel," Finn slurred, "She asked me why I didn't text her."
"What the fuck? There's a rule?" Puck asked, shocked.
"Well, I-I text her every night. Or I have, every night since I told her I loved her and-"
"You what?" Being drunk had its' advantages and disadvantages. The advantages were the fact that Puck stopped ratting on Finn for once because he was just as wasted as he was, if not more. The disadvantages were that Finn was a blabber of a drunk, spilling out things he didn't mean to. Last time him and Puck had gotten drunk, he started spitting out things about Quinn and babygate.
"SHIT." But it was out loud this time.
"Dude," Puck said.
"Just say it."
"Ask her out already."
Finn was relieved and found himself in a smile. Puck was smiling too.
"If she makes you happy, do it."
"Why don't you take your own advice, douche?" They laughed again; Finn picked up his cell phone and started to text her back.
F: Hey u there?
The phone flashed almost immediately after.
R: Yeah h/o I'm gonna send you a picture
Finn held up his phone to Puck, not needing to say more. They both licked their lips in impatience.
"If she's in one of those hot-ass skirts," Puck raised his eyebrow, "God help my penis."
"Hey," Finn said, "My girl, not yours."
"What's she waiting for?" Puck grew even more impatient than Finn, he wasn't even the one who would receive the picture, "fucking Christmas?"
Finn's phone flashed. The boys both jumped, Finn racing to open the screen.
"Oh." Puck grabbed the phone from Finn and shut it quickly. "It's just a picture of her."
"Wait," Finn re-opened it, "I wanted to see."
"What's there to see man? She's not nude or in a tight-skirt or anything." Puck sat back down.
"I think she looks pretty," Finn tried to show Puck the picture, "She says she got her hair done and she wanted to show me."
"Fag," He'd forgive Puck this time, because he still looked pretty buzzed, "Just erase that shit, who needs a picture of hair?"
"I-it's not just her hair, asshole. It's her," Finn glanced down at the picture once more, "And I'm not deleting it."
Puck was about to open his mouth and shoot out a 'what the fuck do you need with a picture of a smiling girl for?', but he stopped himself.
"Why would you keep that?" He said instead.
"She looks kinda...hot." And Finn pressed the save button on his screen and felt satisfied.
