AUTHOR'S NOTE;
Hopefully everyone likes this. I'm not really sure how long it'll be, I just know that it's going to be an AU collab between me [franticwritergirl] & KurtandBlaineGleek about the hit TV series Glee's Noah Puckerman and Finn Hudson, writing letters back and forth while Puck is in Iraq, serving, and Finn is at home in boring old Lima, Ohio. Feel free to leave constructive criticism – I will be writing as Puck and KurtandBlaineGleek will be writing as Finn. There will also may be some drabbles or actual chapters other than just the letters, but we're pretty much going with the flow for this collab. Once again, hope you guys like it. (: R&R, please!


Hazel eyes glared down at the black pavement of the bus station, the fingers of a man's right hand going up to tangle in the black hair in the middle of his head. It was a habit of his, something he did when he was nervous or didn't know what to do or say. The man standing across from the mohawked man noticed right away. It was obvious Noah Puckerman didn't know what to do or say, to both Noah and the man across from him, Finn Hudson.

Noah's eyebrows furrowed together as he frowned, still glaring down at the pavement while Finn stared at the top of his head, practically burning a hole into his head. Puck had been the one to make the choice; he'd decided to serve his country and leave Finn in Lima, Ohio to work in his step father's garage and take a few college courses. Finn had been supportive throughout the entire process, but neither of them expected it to be so hard to say goodbye.

I promise I'll come back to you, unharmed, big guy. I promise I'll be okay. I promise I'll come home to you soon. I promise I won't be there forever. I promise I won't forget you. I promise I won't stop loving you. I promise I won't get killed. I promise I'll stay safe. I promise, I promise, Puck thought, unable to bring himself to utter the promises aloud. He knew there was no way he could be sure he'd be able to keep most of the promises and he didn't want to give Finn false hope. He already knew Finn had hope beyond hope that he, as well as most of the other men, would come back home, safe and sound. While Finn's optimism would have bothered him any other time, it didn't bother Puck right then.

Finn wondered what Puck was thinking about, wishing he'd say or do something to break the silence. Even a 'see you later, douche' would have been good enough; anything to make Finn feel at least a little better about him leaving. Finally, Puck's hazel eyes found Finn's brown ones. The eighteen year old gave the mohawked nineteen year old a small, sad half smile as he extended his fist.

"I'll miss you, dude," Finn murmured, waiting for Puck to bump fists with him. It was the kind of thing bros or best friends would do and it was key for the two of them to just look like best friends; no one knew of their relationship other than Puck's family, Finn's family, and their best and closest friends. Puck wasn't ready for the whole world to know he was gay and Finn was okay with that.

Puck rolled his eyes at the six foot seven giant, wrapping him in a one-armed hug. "Miss you, too, douchebag," Puck replied, voice low as he glanced around at the sea of green camouflaged men. No one had seen or heard, though; they were all too busy murmuring and whispering condolences and goodbyes to their own families. Puck and his damned bad ass reputation, Finn couldn't help but think, smirking as he shook his head conspicuously at Puck.

As Puck turned back to look at Finn again, Finn grinned the big, goofy grin that Puck loved and teased at the same time, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. Puck was opening his mouth to say something else, but Finn was already taking Puck's face into both his hands and laying one on him, right there in the middle of the crowded bus station.

Puck could feel the heat crawling up his neck and into his cheeks, flushing his face pink as Finn's lips covered his own in a hard kiss. He didn't push him away, though. No, Puck kissed him back with as much force as he could muster. Finn pulled away after a long moment, but Puck didn't look around at the other men that were probably staring at them. He didn't give a fuck right then, all he wanted was to go back to Finn's house and lay in bed with him all day and have lazy Sunday sex and play video games the entire day.

"I'll write every day," Finn promised, voice low as he let his hands drop after rubbing the calloused pad of his thumb against Puck's cheek. Puck's cheeks were still burning and flushed, but he ignored it as he shoved Finn gently.

"Don't be so clingy, Hudson," Puck stated, rolling his eyes again. Finn knew he was teasing, though, and the eighteen year old didn't mind as he grinned and shrugged. He glanced around, noting that soldiers were beginning to board the bus. He frowned as he turned back to his boyfriend. "Guess I ought'a get going," he muttered, bending down to grab his bag. "I'll be back before you know it, clingy," Puck added as he straightened up again, flashing Finn a small grin that didn't reach his hazel eyes.

"Bye," Finn murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets as Puck nodded and turned away, throwing his bag over one shoulder before walking towards the bus. Finn was just about to turn around to walk over to where his family, Puck's family, and their friends were standing, but Puck's voice stopped him.

"Hey Hudson," Puck called, turning and walking backwards for a few steps. "I'll write back every time," he promised, knowing he'd be able to at least keep that one promise. I swear to God, Finn Hudson. I will write you back every damned time you write me, you big dummy. Puck didn't say that aloud, though. It was a promise to himself moreso than to Finn. He watched Finn grin that goofy grin of his before Puck chuckled, shaking his head and turning back around to board the bus.

"Love you," he muttered under his breath, adding that to the list of promises he knew he couldn't keep.

I promise I'll be more of a softy, Finn. I promise I'll act like a big fucking sap, just for you.