The GaGa Collection: Judas
This is part of a series of one-shots based around Lady GaGa lyrics and about Finn/Puck.
They are all slash. They aren't all nice. You have been warned.
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I wanna love you
But something's pulling me away from you
Lady GaGa
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It was his reputation; that's what it all came down to. Puck was a stud, a master of the 3 'F's (Find 'em, Fuck 'em, Forget 'em). But right now he actually feared that his street cred was holding him back – preventing him from reaching his potential.
The worst thing was a year ago even he wouldn't have thought himself capable of being in love – and the more and more he thought about it, the more it was the case. He was actually falling head over heels and plummeting ridiculously fast towards the ground.
He shook his head abruptly, trying to pull himself from this mad state of mind and focus on what Mr Schue was trying to say, but his eyes kept lingering of their own accord.
Finn was tilted back on the benches, his long legs sprawled nearly to the floor. His intense look of concentration was causing his brow to furrow, his brown eyes shadowed.
Puck was trying hard not to be mesmerised by Finn's lips as he mouthed the words he was trying to memorise, but was enthralled non-the-less.
Puck remembered that sweet mouth wrapped around him last night – making moves and noises he didn't know Finn was capable of. But amazingly what Puck could picture the most was not Finn on his knees sucking him off (although admittedly it was not a bad image), but instead the taste of Finn's lips on his. The mess and the heat of it all: mostly the desperation.
The absolute need to taste and touch as much of each other as possible – a need that had sprung out of thin air, without the aid of booze, or drugs, or reason.
He remembered the size of Finn wrapped around him, his huge arms encircling Puck's smaller frame; the feel of Finn's warm skin against his fingertips.
And for whatever reason it had started, the fact that it was over – just a onetime thing – should be pretty clear. So why the next day was Puck still watching him, still wanting to touch all those mountains and crevices in Finn's skin.
Why was it once hadn't been enough?
Puck looked back away, allowing his eyes to cloud over. He had only just got his rep back after losing his Mohawk and fuck if he was going to give it all up because he was falling in love with Finn Hudson.
He would go out of this room, slushie a couple of geeks and throw Kurt in a dumpster.
It was just the way things had to be.