Title: And Darling.

Pairing: Finn/Puck.

Warnings: Sex, eventually.

Word Count: 600.

Rating: PG.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…And Darling belongs to Tegan and Sara. It's maybe the cutest song ever and y'all should run out and buy it immediately.

Author's Note: Fill for a glee_kink_meme prompt:

They have a big fight in the middle of a class because Puck lost Finn's favorite pen (Something silly IDK... ) Puck feels so bad and wants to say sorry by having some amazing sex... :)

I'm going to be away for a few days and I'm not sure how much free time or internet I have, so there might be a lag, but there will be more eventually, promise!

Chapter Two.

1

Puck spent a long time getting ready. He showered, shaved—of course—cleaned his room (or at least shoved the mess under his bed), and even lit a few candles. He felt a little ridiculous at that, but he did care about Finn, and he wanted him happy. He surveyed his room for what seemed like the billionth time and decided it was good enough. He glanced at the clock: seven thirty. He collapsed on his bed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. No new texts, messages, missed calls or voice mail.

There was a knock on the door and he jumped. "Come in," he called, feeling his heart speed up.

His mom poked her head in. "We're leaving now," she said. "Annie thinks she can stay all night, but we'll see. I'd imagine we'll be home by midnight, and maybe a lot earlier." She seemed to do a double take. "Are you having a girl over?"

"No," Puck said, very aware of how defensive he sounded. "I was having a bad day. I'm relaxing."

She eyed the candles, the clean floor. "Use a condom, okay? I won't have you getting another girl pregnant."

Puck groaned. "No girls, I promise. Finn's coming over. To, uh, study."

She raised her eyebrows. "Right. Well, have fun. Be safe. Don't stay up too late."

"Bye, mom." The door closed, and he glared moodily at it. Why couldn't Finn be early? Sitting around like this made him feel like he was going to jump out of his skin. He didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but he had some ideas. He liked those ideas, maybe, but they made him nervous and antsy and turned on and why the hell wasn't Finn here yet?

He turned the TV on and started flipping through the channels, looking for a distraction. Eventually he settled on some slasher; it might be stupid, but it was better than nothing.

2

"What are you doing?"

Puck jumped. Finn had materialized in the doorway and was giving him a very confused look. "You're here?" Puck asked stupidly.

Finn tried, and failed, to hide his smile. "Lucky for you. You didn't answer the doorbell, or pick up your phone, and if I hadn't known where the spare key was, I would've given up. What's so engrossing that you missed all of that?"

Puck glanced guiltily at the TV. "Uh…"

Finn sat next to him on his bed. "Is that Megan Fox?"

Puck felt himself blushing. "Yeah."

They watched as she brutally murdered some kid, ripping him limb from limb before feeding off his dead body. "How…romantic," Finn said as it went to commercials. "It kinda ruins the mood of the candles."

"I'll turn it off," Puck muttered, searching for the remote. He hated having his room clean; he could never find anything.

"I dunno about that," Finn replied, settling back against the headboard. "It could be fun. I like a good killing as much as the next guy."

Puck looked over at him. "You sure? I feel so bad about earlier, and I really wanna make it up to you."

Finn smiled at him. "Then come hold my hand during the scary parts."

Puck smiled back, abandoning his quest for the remote. "Fine, but if you get nightmares, don't blame me." He settled next to Finn, taking his hand, enjoying the feel of it. He never would've guessed that either of them would be into boys, let alone each other, but somehow it worked. Finn rested his head on Puck's shoulder, and Puck smiled. It definitely worked.