If people who knew me 4 years ago knew me today, they probably wouldn't believe that that kid and I were the same dude. Hell, I wouldn't have believed it even if I saw it with my own two eyes. But yet, here I am, sitting in my living room with my fiancé asleep on my lap and re-runs of Game of Thrones playing on the TV.

My name is Noah Puckerman, but people call me Puck. My awesome, adorable, drooly fiancé? Samuel Evans. Sam for short. I definitely never would've thought that he would be the man I was going to spend my life with, but now I can't see my life going any other way.

My life to say the least, has been progressively more amazing ever since I met Sam and our friends back in junior year of college four years ago.

It was August, 2009. The start of a new year at Boston University and the campus was virtually overflowing with kids trying to find their new dorms and try to find their way around a campus that they haven't been at for two months. They were meeting new people, reconnecting with old friends. Settling into a foreign environment away from home.

Sam Evans walked along the cobblestone pathway of the BU Courtyard, headed for the building which would be his home for the next year. Sam packed light when he went to school as he has developed a rigorous shedule that would ensure he had clean clothes all the time anyway. His guitar and two suitcases were all he dropped onto the bed of his new dorm room as soon as he stepped inside.

It appears that Sam's roommate, whoever it may be, had already settled in as one half of the small room had been completely unpacked and organized. A stack of school papers on the side table caught Sam's eye. Sam picked up the stack, thumbing through the pages, reading the information about his roommate, who's name was.

"Noah Puckerman. But people call me Puck."

A jolt ran through Sam's body as the deep, gravelly voice interrupted his train of thought, and he dropped the sheets back onto the side table. He spun on his heel, and found his very wet, very half-naked roomate shutting the door to the bathroom behind him.

"That's my name. I mean, you probably would've figured that out by looking through my papers."

Sam tried to avert his eyes from the sight of water droplets rolling off of Puck's tan skin.

"Do you make a habit of looking through strangers' things?"

"I'm uh- sorry. I got curious." Sam outstretched his hand, still not making eye contact.

Puck scoffed and shook Sam's hand. "Got a name, blondie?"

Sam watched as Puck walked over to the dresser, hs towel swishing back and forth on tan skin. Sam shook his head and tried to pick up what was left of his dignity. He was, after all, ogling his new roommate. "Sam. Sam Evans."

Puck had expertly put on a shirt and boxers before unfurling the towel from his waist and tossing it onto the dresser. "So Sam, ya think we should talk about rules, set some boundaries?"

"Uh, basic roommate rules. Buy your own food, do your own laundry. You know, the basics."

Puck nodded in agreement. "Of course. Anything else?"

Sam shrugged and shook his head. "No, not unless you have anything else."

Puck nodded. "If you're bringing a girl over, call me first to make sure I'm not here and I'll do the same for you."

Sam deadpanned for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny? You don't think I get girls?" Puck said gruffly, pouting.

"No, it's the fact that you think /I/ get girls."

"Why wouldn't you? You ain't ugly."

"Puck, I'm gay."

The momentary silence in the room was so thick you could cut it with butter.

"I also haven't been sexually active since high school, so that's another thing to laugh at."

Puck pouted at him, brows furrowed.

"Sorry, Puck. I didn't mean to laugh. But okay, I'll comply to your request." Sam said, absent-mindedly tucking clothes into dressers.

"It's all good in the hood." Puck waved Sam off dismissively. "Need help getting your shut unpacked?"

Sam's brow quirked up. "Why? Got nothing better to do?" Sam said with a chuckle.

"I got things to do!" Puck returned.

"Then why do you wanna stay and help me instead?"

Puck stared at Sam momentarily before defeatedly sighing and glaring at Sam. "Look, you want help or not?"

Sam smiled and chuckled. "Nah, I'm good. If you have nothing better to do, you can just lay there and introduce yourself." Sam said, reaching to put an action figure up on the shelf.

Puck watched Sam as he bustled around the room filling every empty space. "Well, name's Noah Puckerman. Junior. I go by Puck because Noah Sr. Is a deadbeat and left my ma with two kids and has a kid with another lady. I have an older sister, Genesis, who's 27, and a younger half-bro, Jake."

Sam listened intently, nodding.

"I go to BU for physical therapy. I had to do a lot of pre-reqs to get in because I did real bad in high school. I play on the football team, wide receiver."

At this point, Sam had already unpacked one whole suitcase and was moving onto the next one. "I knew you looked familiar. I watched your national game last year."

Puck smiled and nodded cockily. "What did you think?"

Sam smiled at Puck with an eyebrow quirked. "It was alright, football's not my thing ever since I broke my ankle playing it in High School."

With a nod, Puck rolled onto his back. "Sorry to hear that, man." Another thick silence enveloped them for a moment considering Puck had no idea how to tangent onto anything else. "So...what are you into nowadays?"

Sam pondered the question for a second. "Books. Comics and novels. Anything fantasy. I like writing it too. When I was a teen I had dyslexia. So when I got it treated, blue and yellow filters and what not, I started to pore coats the gift of being able to read and write easily." Sam finished, setting up his guitar stand and setting his guitar down. "Oh yeah, another rule. Please don't touch my guitar. It's very important to me."

Sam spoke real fast, and Puck was staring at him blankly for a while. "Duh, yeah. Of course." Puck offered. "So I'm gonna get some shut eye before the year start party tonight. Is that cool?"

Sam shrugged, taking off his shirt and slinging it in a suitcase. "It's your room too, Puck. I'm probably gonna get some sleep too anyway, the train ride from Kingman was killer."

Puck had no idea about half the things Sam just said, he was too busy staring at the pale boy's torso. The last thing he had expected Sam to be was ripped. Prominent abs and biceps were the opposite of nerd, and the opposite of Sam by association.

Sam laid down on his bed, naked from the waist up and sighed deeply at the feeling of a bed instead of a train seat.

Puck rolled over to his back and looked up at the ceiling. "So, are you gonna tell me about your family?"

When no response arose, Puck tilted his head to look at Sam. "Sa-"

Arms folded across his chest and breathing steadily, Sam had dozed off a moment after laying down.

Puck shook his head and chuckled quietly before getting more comfortable in his own bed. He'll just get to know more about Sam later.