They never made it to the bedroom. Puck had enjoyed his special present and once all the unwrapping was done, by the both of them, they'd even forgotten to order dinner and fell asleep under the tree, using each other's arms as pillows. Puck woke up around midnight, stretching out realizing they were both still on the floor. God this is uncomfortable. But…I can't wake him. He looks far too happy like this, he thought. He didn't have to wake him. Finn rolled over and opened his eyes.

"Dude, I'm starving" Finn said. "We forgot to order dinner. Do you think anything is still open?"

Puck laughed at him a little. "No, I'm pretty sure they're all closed, its midnight Christmas evening. Or, well, I guess it's not Christmas anymore" he said patting Finn on the head.

"Oh, right." He had a slightly disappointed look on his face. Christmas was Finn's favorite holiday, the one day out of the year that he looked forward to the most. Even more than his birthday. And he knew this meant the tree would come down, the decorations would come down, and tomorrow would be just another average day. "Noah," he said, "can we keep the tree up a few more days? I know, I know. You don't like it, but this was the best Christmas I've ever had. I don't want it to end yet" he pleaded. Puck couldn't help but smile at the puppy dog eyes Finn was giving him. He does have a point Puck thought to himself. It was the first Christmas they'd spent together after all. Last Christmas they'd each spent with their own families. Finn spent the day at the Hudmel house, and Puck had spent it with his mom and sister. They'd texted each other throughout the day, and they made sure to go to each other's house to wish the families a merry Christmas. "Okay, we can keep it up a few more days, on one condition. We end every night exactly like this. Naked and completely satisfied under the tree." Finn gave him a very enthusiastic nod and threw himself onto Puck.

"Let's at least move to the bed now, though. My back is killing me down here" Finn said and started to stand up. "And get some cereal. I was serious when I said I was hungry!"

They stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a giant bowl, some cereal and the milk and walked back to the bedroom. Finn switched on the tv and start flipping channels while they shared the giant bowl of cereal. Why dirty two dishes was always their motto. Of course, since it was after midnight, they found nothing but infomercials. They watched long enough to finish their "dinner" before deciding to go back to sleep. Or so Finn thought. Puck, however, had other plans.

He put a hand behind Finn's head and pulled him in for a kiss, making sure Finn knew exactly what he wanted. There was always a difference in the way Puck kissed Finn when he wanted him versus when he was being sweet. Mostly it was because Finn seemed to take the lead a lot, which is something that took Puck some getting used to after being the dominant one in all his previous relationships. Who knew he'd thought after the first time they got together. He was perfectly okay with it, but sometimes it was nice to be the one controlling what took place. They hadn't bothered getting dressed after being under the tree, so it wasn't hard to tell that Finn was already turned on. Puck took this opportunity to ask Finn for something they'd never tried before.

"Get up" Puck said, "and stand over there."

"Why?" Finn asked, but did as he was told anyway.

"I want to try something. Just trust me; I think you'll like it." Puck said as he followed Finn to the wall adjacent to them, and turned Finn around to face it.

"Puck, this is weird. Why am I against the wall? Why aren't we in the bed where it's comfortable?" Finn asked, his voice shaking a little.

Puck grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and put some on his fingers. The act was nothing new for them, but they'd never done it standing up. As aggressive as Finn was, he was still unsure about his comfort level, especially considering he'd lacked much experience before the two of them got together. Puck pushed Finn against the wall and inserted his fingers, starting slowly at first to get warmed up and give Finn a chance to be okay with it. He was all for being dominant, but he never wanted to make Finn uncomfortable. As he heard Finn's breath become heavy and steady, Puck picked up the pace. This was all leading up to the main event. Finn let out a few moans, signaling to Puck that he was ready for him. He lubed up and took charge.

At first Finn tried to push back away from the wall. He wanted to touch Puck, to feel his soft skin on his hands and his tongue in his mouth, but Puck gently put the pressure on his back to keep him on the wall and slowly started to speed up his thrusts. To keep Finn's mind off the fact that he couldn't take control of the situation, he started kissing his neck and biting on his boyfriend's ear lobes. Finn always liked that. Puck whispered in Finn's ear is this okay babe? And all Finn could do was let out a pleasure moan in return. He likes it Puck thought and smiled to himself. It wasn't long after that he felt Finn tense up around him and knew he was close to finished which was fine, because so was he. Knowing that Finn was into it was a major boost for Puck. He released the pressure he'd been keeping on Finn and let him almost collapse to the floor, breathless and panting. Puck leaned against the wall, allowing himself to sit down with him, a completely satisfied and I told you so look on his face. It took several minutes for Finn to be able to make himself stand up and walk to the bed, still tingling all over. Once they both managed, they climbed into bed together, Finn wrapping his arms around Puck, and slept better than they ever had.

Finn woke up to the sound of an acoustic guitar playing in the other room. Puck was sitting on the floor, strumming a tune gently. He didn't move or say anything, just sat there listening. He always loved when Puck would play, even if it was nothing in particular. There was something about the sincerity that always got him. It was a different side of him, one that no one ever really saw. The softer side that he kept guarded, almost as if it was some sort of weakness that he had to hide to keep up his badass persona. Finn never asked about it, but just always assumed it started when his dad left and he became the man of the house always making sure that his sister and his mom were protected from anything in the world that could hurt them, maybe even worse than his dad abandoning them did. It was a good 20 minutes before Finn finally got out of bed and made his way into the other room, only to find Puck sitting next to the tree. He so likes the tree Finn thought, though he knew Puck would never admit it.

When Puck finally realized Finn was in the room, he stopped playing and set the guitar down. "Morning" he said and started to get up. Finn walked over to him and sat down on the floor with him. Puck was giving him an odd look. Almost as if he were unsure about something that he was afraid to say, which was unlike him. He'd never held back about anything. Finn asked him if everything was okay. Puck answered with "So, last night…that was okay, right? I'd never want to make you uncomfortable, and I know you have reservations about trying new things, but I really wanted to try and get you to open up. We've been together for a couple years now and…"

Finn grabbed his hand to reassure him. "I mean, it was a little weird for me. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't. But, I really liked how much you enjoyed it. I guess…maybe I'd be okay with it." Puck looked a little disappointed with this. He tried to hide it, but his slump down made it a little obvious, even to Finn. Puck always loved how dominant Finn was. Much like Finn thought the softer side of Puck was a nice change, Puck thought the more aggressive side of Finn was just the same.

The next few days seemed to fly by, and pretty soon Finn accepted that Christmas was over and even helped Puck take down all the decorations and put the tree on the curb. The New Year was approaching quickly, which also meant it was back to classes for Finn. It was something that sometimes, okay often, caused arguments between the two of them. Finn was never sure if it was just because Puck regretted not going to college as well, or he just didn't like all the nights without quality time due to the amount of schoolwork that needed to be done, but he hated it. Puck wasn't a fan of it, either. He hated arguments with Finn, and the fact that he never really held back when it came to anger or frustration (something Finn still assumed came from a place of needing to feel like he still had the badass in him after his relationship with Lauren in high school before he and Finn got together reasonably softened him) and Finn had a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth. The two together were never a good combination. It always started a week or so before the semester did, and Finn could feel the tension start to build up.

"Puck, baby, please don't start this. I hate fighting with you. You know I miss spending nights with you, that I'd rather play Mario than do hours of schoolwork. But I did this for you. I stayed for you, because you mean everything to me." Finn pleaded. He knew if he didn't try to resolve this soon it would get out of hand. He could feel it coming. The only good thing, if you can call it that, was the sex. Angry, letting out all frustration that they tried not to voice in fear of making the fights worse.

"It doesn't matter" was all Puck could say. His hard, cold jawline that came out when he was feeling that sting of rejection formed on his face, and Finn knew that no matter what he said he couldn't change Puck's mind. Not in this moment, anyway. But tomorrow was New Years, and he was sure that if he left it alone the excitement of new possibilities would fix everything. And if not that, a night of drinking would blow things over, at least for a while.

New Year's came, and while there was still tension, Puck was trying to make an effort. He knew Finn was right. He knew he loved him and never did anything to intentionally hurt him. So he put on his 'everything is fine' attitude and went to the party with Finn. They hadn't seen Santana, or many of the others, in a while and they didn't want to put a damper on things just because they were having issues. She always threw good parties, always with a lot of beer and liquor. Just the thing Puck needed to let go of it.

By midnight Puck was a bit passed buzzed. Finn only had a couple of beers, but that's really all he needed. He was never much of a drinker. He kept an eye on Puck throughout the night, knowing that if he drank too much he'd get them home in case the anger came out in drunken words that he'd never mean, drunk or sober. He didn't need all their dirty laundry placed out in the open. It was hard enough in the privacy of their apartment. Finally, around 2am, he practically carried Puck to the truck, Puck insisting that I'm not too drunk, why are we leaving. Surprisingly enough, and Finn was thankful for this, they made it through the night without any other incident. Puck even apologized to Finn about earlier, even if he wouldn't remember it in the morning.