Puck couldn't sleep. Sam was taking up most of the bed, as usual, living Rachel curled into his side and Puck was almost off the bed. Sam stretched further and Rachel curled, burying herself into his shoulder. Yes, he was never going to get to sleep. He untangled himself from Rachel and moved into the living room, grabbing one of Rachel's soy something drinks that he would never admit he liked before plopping down on the couch to watch some tv.
Not even five passed before he's interrupted. A grumpy, pouting Rachel makes her way to the couch, yawning as she leans into his side.
"I got cold," she murmurs before spotting the drink in his hand. The tv lights up her face to let him see the annoying (but adorable) all-knowing grin. She doesn't speak, but he can hear her little lecture about how it all tastes like non-vegan stuff and if they would just give it a try, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Instead, she just reaches for it and holds it with two hands to sip. She looks like a little fuckin' kid, but still, it works for her. She passes it back and her eyes go to the tv, although they don't stand open for long. He leans down to kiss the top of her head as she zones out against his side.
Another ten minutes pass before Sam stumbles out of bed, scratching above the Superman boxers Rachel got him last Chrismukkah. "What are y'all doing on the couch?" He mumbles before joining them, curling up to rest his head on Rachel's lap, causing Puck to slide over, squished into the arm rest. He chuckles as Sam falls asleep almost instantly, leaving him uncomfortable once again. He just shakes his head, knowing if he gets up to go to bed, the two will just follow him again. He turns his eyes back to the screen, sipping his drink and watching the rerun of a baseball game.