A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews guys! I'm glad you all liked the first chapter. Here's the second one. I am going to try to update once more before I head out of town in a couple days. If not, you'll definitely get one when I'm back around!

He had such a difficult time sleeping and he wasn't even sure why. Okay, maybe he knew why. Maybe it was the fact that his body was so ready for sleep, but every time he started to fall under his phone either rang or Quinn sending him texts demanding he answer her. Of course, that also meant that Santana was sending him texts telling him to answer Quinn because she was annoying her. And then Brittany probably confused as always was also sending him texts, but about her cats. He seriously was about ready to just throw his phone at the wall and not care for one minute if it broke or not. The only reason he hadn't or even bothered to turn it off was in case his mom needed to call him – he was trying to be a somewhat decent son. He was getting so aggravated that Quinn's name constantly popping up, he had considered picking up and telling her off. Of course, that would go horribly wrong and Quinn would just belittle him and freak out, and well, Quinn had the ability to be very scary.

"Would you shut that piece of shit off!" a voice yelled from his doorway, and Finn shot up to see Puck standing in his doorway looking like he just rolled out of bed, "Some people are trying to sleep here!"

"What the fuck," Finn shook his head, "I thought you went home."

"I was going to, but I needed a nap and didn't want to deal with my mom. I crashed in your moms bed," Puck told him as he waltzed in and sat down on Finn's chair. Kicking his feet up to rest on Finn's bed, "I'm hungry, what do you got to eat?"

"What-," Finn just stared at his friend as if he had two heads or something, "First off, never crash in my mom's bed again. Just don't..."

"And second?" Puck raised his eyebrow.

"I didn't actually have a second..." he shrugged his shoulders as he laid back against his pillows and groaned.

"So who keeps blowing up your phone?"

"Quinn," Finn groaned as he tried to pull one of his pillows over his head, "Which then causes Santana and Brittany to do the same thing."

All Puck could do was bellow, "Oh man, that girl has you by the balls and she doesn't even put out! Your life sucks."

"Why are you still here?"

"So dude, I was thinking..." Puck shifted in the chair slightly, bringing his hands to rest behind his head, "You remember those two chicks from earlier?"

"What two chicks from earlier?" Finn lifted the pillow off his eyes to look at his friend, having no idea what he was talking about. Well, at least at first, then it dawned at him, "Those girls that came over to us when we were working on Mrs. Hensen's yard?"

"Yeah, and that gay guy."

"Why do you just assume he's gay?" Finn raised his eyebrow.

"Did you see what he was wearing?" Puck shook his head, "But I digress-," Pausing, he looked at Finn's confused expression, "That means... oh what the fuck ever. Anyway, I was wondering which one of them would let me bang em."

"Excuse me?" Finn sat up a little more at this, his hair sticking up in every which direction. "Why would you think either of them would bang you?"

"Hello!" Puck moved his hands and pointed at himself, "Have you seen this? I am fucking smoking. Besides, they are new, if they want a good status they should hang with the Puckster."

"I-," Finn groaned, "You're dating Santana."

"I'm screwing Santana, there's a difference," Puck got this evil smirk on his face as he leaned his head back, "See, Santana lets me stick it in her, unlike your holier than though stuck up girlfriend Quinn." The thing was, Puck didn't actually think of Quinn that way, in reality, he actually liked Quinn. He liked Quinn more than he could ever let on since Finn was his boy after all. Shaking his head, "Ah, gotta love a girl who ain't prude, not that you wouldn't know."

Finn launched his pillow at Puck's head and fell back against his other one, "I'm too tired to deal with all your... anthills."

"What?" Puck made a face, "Do you hear yourself sometimes? Anyway, I wonder which one. I'm thinking the short one. She kind of dressed like a kindergartener, but she definitely had some killer legs, did you see them?"

"We weren't even talking to them for that long! And you walked away in the middle of talking to them!" Finn shook his head, "You're not going to let me sleep, are you?"

"Want to go see if we can get people to buy us beer?"

Finn turned his head to look at his alarm clock, "It's 4 pm."

"So?" Puck rolled his eyes, "It's never too early to get wasted! Come on, dick bag. Get yourself out of bed," Reaching forward he smacked Finn on the leg before getting up and heading towards the door. Stopping for a moment, Puck turned and looked at Finn, "And you should probably do something about how you look."

Finn just sighed and pulled the covers over his head. He had no idea what was going on with him lately, maybe it was because the summer was drawing to a close and he would be heading into his junior year? Maybe he just had no idea what he wanted out of life anymore. He had been dating Quinn for months and honestly? He was far from happy. All she did was belittle him and he was sick of it, he may not have been the smartest pot in the garden, or wait, tool in the shed. Yeah, anyway, but he didn't believe his girlfriend had to treat him like such a bitch all the time.

After eventually pulling himself out of bed and getting dressed, Finn and Puck just knocked about town until heading to a local pizza place to eat. However, as they walked in he couldn't help but notice three faces that he had seen before. It was those three kids that had come up to he figured introduce themselves to him and Puck when they were working earlier that day.

"Look what we have here," Puck said with a devilish grin as he went over and pulled a chair over, "I remember you guys. I'm Puck."

Rachel's lifted her eyes from the half eaten salad in front of her to Puck, "What kind of name is Puck?"

"It's not his real name," Finn explained as he kind of hesitantly stood back, his hands shoved into his pocket, "his name is Noah Puckerman."

"Oh," Rachel pursed her lips as she looked up at Finn and smiled.

"Yeah," Finn kind of just nodded as he looked off to the side.

"Gee thanks, Finn," Puck rolled his eyes, "Don't mind him, he didn't get his nap today."

Finn pulled his hand out of his pocket and smacked him on the back of his head, "Shut up."

"See! That's what I'm talking about," Puck laughed as he reached up to rub the back of his head. Not wanting to let on that the smack actually kind of hurt, he just kept a grin on the entire time.

"So wait," Kurt started, "Your names are Puck and Finn? Well, you're Noah. So does that mean Finn is a nickname as well?"

"Uh, no," Finn just shrugged his shoulders.

"Would you fucking sit down already, you're making me nervous," Puck motioned for Finn to grab a chair and join them, not at all caring that he had basically invited himself without even asking if it was okay.

Finn pulled off a chair and awkwardly sat down, "If you guys want us to leave, we can."

"Nonsense, join!" Kurt smiled widely at Finn, which kind of creeped Finn out just slightly. "I'm Kurt Hummel, this is Tina Cohen-Chang," he pointed to Tina across the table, and she gave a little wave. "And the one next to me with no style is Rachel Berry."

"Kurt," she groaned and looked over at Finn and Puck, "Hi."

"So, you guys just moved here or something?" Puck asked, apparently caring more than he did earlier.

"They told us that earlier," Finn rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm just refreshing my memory, chill." Puck made a face towards Rachel that screamed, my friends an idiot. However, Rachel was having a feeling it was the other way around.

As the night progressed, Puck continued to make a huge idiot out of himself and Rachel and Kurt alike could not take their eyes off Finn. Eventually Tina announced they should be heading home and tried to drag her foster siblings out of the pizza place. "Come on," Tina demanded, "We really should be going."

"Pity," Kurt looked Finn up and down.

Finn's eyes widened and he kind of looked to the floor, "Uh, nice talking to you guys?" He had no idea why Kurt was staring at him, but it was pretty damn awkward if you asked him. "Puck we should be going."

"What the hell," Puck looked at everyone, "The night is young! Lets have a little fun," he threw his arms over both Rachel and Tina's shoulders, "What do you girls say about coming back to my place?"

"Maybe another time," Rachel slipped from Puck's grip and tugged Tuna away, "Nice actually talking to you this time. Bye."

"Prudes," Puck muttered under his breath as he watched them walk away, "I was this close to sealing the deal."

Finn just rolled his eyes and shoved Puck, "Just call Santana if you need it that bad." Walking out of the pizza place, he ignored Puck's calls after him as he walked over to his car and got in. all he wanted to do was go home and sleep.