Okay, so yeah, none of Glee is mine, of course. The only thing I own is this story, no characters or whatever :D
Yeah, so this starts off after the New Directions' first win their competition at Sectionals during Season One. I may or may not stick to the original plot at some points, and some things will definitely be different. For instance, Finn isn't mad at Puck for getting Quinn pregnant right now, simply because Finn is going to be more forgiving in my story. So yeah, just go with it. :')
"We did it! We really won!" Finn's voice filled the area backstage with nothing but excitement and joy for his clubs victory.
Rachel, looking for any chance possible to be around Finn, ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as hard as possible. "Of course we won! We had our co-captain return with such a fantastic song! I'm so proud of you Finn; I knew you wouldn't let your fellow Glee clubbers down!"
Puck watched the pair's conversation from a distance. He was getting fed up of Rachel stalking Finn all the time, so he sent her his dirtiest look. Unfortunately, the small girl was too preoccupied by being in her dream man's presence to even notice. Puck scowled in disgust, but he didn't really know who he was disgusted at: Rachel, for not being able to take a hint, or Finn for being to much of a nice guy and not being blunt with her. Regardless, Puck was pissed and he needed to blame someone, or a way to ease the frustration.
Santana spotted Puck glaring at Finn and Rachel, so she walked over to him and slowly brushed her hand on his shoulder. "Hey there, Puckerman. Y'know, after just winning Sectionals, you'd think that you would celebrate even a little, but instead, you're staring at Berry and those man hands of hers that she's choking Finn with. Someone have a little thing for hobbits now?"
"She's not that bad, she just needs to take the hint. I mean, look at how awkward Finn looks. He clearly doesn't want her on him, so why can't she just back off?" Puck slowly began to get angrier the longer he saw of it. He didn't even take his eyes off of them to look at Santana.
Santana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Puck. "Wow, so that's how it is. You've gone homo for Hudson and now you're waiting for the chance to pry that dwarf off of his gigantic shoulders so you can just swoop in and wrap yourself around those saggy man-boobs. Whatever, Puckerman. Your loss."
"Hey, I don't go for dudes, alright? I'm a badass and badasses like me dig chicks." Puck took his eyes off of Finn and Rachel and glared at Santana. "Besides, Finn's my boy; I'm just looking out for him. The dude doesn't need someone to latch on to his giant arms and tell him how great it'd be for them to sing the entire song list for some 80's musical"
"Whatever you say, Puck. Listen, my parents are out of town this weekend, so what do you say we throw a party at my house this Saturday? Just the Glee kids, though. Personally, I would love to witness what Rachel Berry is like when she's buzzed from a couple wine coolers. And of course, if you play your cards right, you'll be getting some precious time alone, or in front of everyone, I don't care, with yours truly." Santana placed one hand on her hip and her other on the wall to lean on. "So, are you in?"
"Damn straight, I'm in." Puck smirked. "You get everyone else to come and leave the alcohol to me. I'll bring enough for us all to get drunk, don't worry."
Everyone was heading back to the bus for the journey back. The ride home was filled with screams and loud conversations. Puck sat by himself and wanted to take a nap, so he told Finn to go sit somewhere else. It wasn't the comfiest seat, but Puck took what he could and managed to drift off into a deep sleep.
"Why do my legs feel so heavy?" Puck thought to himself. He could feel himself sitting down on a chair, but there was a heavy force pushing him down below the waist. He could feel someone sitting on him, with their hands roaming around his own body, then felt somebody kiss him roughly on the lips. Puck decided to kiss back with just as much force and used his hands to explore the body for himself.
He rubbed his hands down the unknown person's sides and ran them down their lower back. He eventually found their ass and gently squeezed it with both hands. "Why don't I know who this person is?" Puck asked himself. "A little bigger than what I usually go for, but this is incredible!"
Puck could here deep moans coming from the other person. "Puck…" Puck manoeuvred his hands back up to the persons face and pulled it away from his own. He thought he had recognised the voice before, he realised just who it belonged to. "Finn…" Puck whispered. He then pulled him back in for another kiss.
"Puck…" Finn's voice was getting slightly louder, but Puck chose not to take notice. "Puck, wake up."
Puck could feel himself shaking slightly as he heard Finn beginning to shout. "Finn…" Puck still half asleep began to move slightly.
"Dude, are you awake now?" Finn asked with his arm shaking Puck's to get his attention.
"Finn… Finn!" Puck shot up and backed up against the window. "Woah, Finn what are you doing?"
"What do you mean? We're back at McKinley, so I thought I'd wake you up" Finn began to back away from Puck so he had the space to move. Puck shimmied out of the seats and stood up to stretch.
"Your pants are looking a little tight on you there, Puck. Have a nice dream about Finn, did you?" Santana smirked as she said and nodded towards the obvious bulge in Puck's pants.
Finn didn't think before he acted and looked towards where Santana's eyes were looking and caught a glimpse of the swelling that was taking place in Puck's pants. Puck saw Finn staring and tried to ignore him so he could focus on Santana. "Over Finn? Puckzilla does not dream about dudes. Don't get jealous now 'cause I was dream screwing some hot milf instead of you." Puck tried to act like himself, but he knew Santana wouldn't let his go. "Right Puck, whatever you say. Can we all hurry up and get off this bus now? I'm beginning to choke on the sweat coming from Finnocence over there." She squeezed past Finn and whispered "What's wrong, Finny? Never had someone have a sex dream about you?"
Finn's face grew bright red. "Uh…" Puck grabbed Finn by the shoulders and pushed him to the door so that he could get out himself. "Hurry up, Gigantor, you're blocking up the whole bus!" Finn stumbled a bit and struggled to get his footing, but managed to get out of the bus. "Dude, um, d-did you really… I mean, did you, y'know… Have a s-sex dream, about me?"
"No, Santana's just screwing with your mind, dude. Don't listen to her." Puck patted Finn on the shoulder for a split second then brought his arm back down.
"Oh, 'kay, cool. I'll see you tomorrow at the party then" Finn said as he smiled that goofy smile of his. Puck made his way back to his truck and sat behind the wheel for a minute.
"Fuck…" Puck leaned his head against the steering wheel. He couldn't get Finn out of his head. "What did the dream mean? Why Finn of all people? What would he do if he found out?" Puck sighed and thought to himself. "Tonight's gonna be a long, sleepless night…"