Blarghh what the fuck am I doing? It's only 6 days until my sixteenth birthday and I'm on vacation YAY! So, hopefully I'll get more posts up, I'm so depressed with the amount of work I've done on my stories today -_- It's all good though...right?

Warning: If you like nice Puck you'll kind of hate me.

Pairing:Finn/Puck

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Glee!

Okay, so maybe, possibly the date didn't actually go exactly according to plan. It was great at first, like real great but then it got bad. Puck had been 'ready' at eight, picking up a uninterested Finn. It was like he had somewhere better to be, something better to do. Then it got real good, the normal conversations, which were so easy, like always. The smiles with the laughs equals the perfect date.

That's when it got really bad, Puck thought those things he's NEVER thought, EVER! He actually thought he was starting to fall in love. With Finn. Finn fucking Hudson, his best friend since forever. He thought he was in love. And Puck doesn't do love, ever. So, it started to bother him.

Then he figured if he banged the guy it – this insane thought – would go away. He'd forget about and go on with his life like he always did. You know usually it feels real good to be right all the time...it kind of sucked to start to be wrong, all the time.

"You want to go to my place?" It was a question which didn't really need an answer.

"No." What the fuck? "You're sisters home, dumbass, Mom and Burt are out for the night." Oh yeah, now Hudson was thinking like him...with his dick.

"Alright." Just a few quick adjustments to the route they were currently on and there, they were pulling up to Finn's new house. It still feels weird, ya know? Pulling up to this house, hanging with Finn here. He kind of wonders if Finn will make this weird thing between them after this.

It takes until their actually inside and downstairs. Puck was nervous someone would just pop out of no where and be all 'Ha, what are you doing?' that would be great...especially if it was Kurt. Yeah, they'd never hear the end of it. That thought completely left his mind as Finn's lips hit his own.

Lips moving together perfectly, bodies grinding as they fell back onto the bed and little noises coming from both of them. Finn was completely into it and so was Puck because both boys were currently hard, dick's pressed against each other. Puck removed his shirt and got Finn's off, obviously wanting this more than giving a damn about anything else.

Lips moving slowly from his lips to the side of his mouth, to his neck and down to his neck, leaving marks that would show come morning. Finn didn't seem to mind, so Puck kept going, from his teeth biting down to moving lower. Getting his jeans off and Finn's following.

"Wait, wait." The quiet plea, barely above a whisper but heard was ignored. His hips grinding down harder, needing this, wanting this and not giving a fuck. Words of nothing, that could barely be made out were mumbled. Finn's eyes half shut Puck slicking up his fingers.

"Puck, stop." Again it was ignored. A whimper escaping Finn's lips as Puck pushed a finger in, moving it steady and lips wildly pushed against various body parts before another one went in. "Puck, stop, please." And another, ignored, not heard. Finn's not sure. Then Puck's in him moving and Finn's crying and Puck's kissing his lips, as if his pleas weren't even said aloud. Which Finn's like 99 percent sure they were, because he heard his pathetic voice.

Puck got harder everytime the word love came to mind, everytime the word love escaped his lips. Thrusting into a crying, pleading Finn. Puck had his hands gripping Finn's waist, tightly, sure to leave a bruise come morning. Finn came though, so he got off. Puck felt himself edging closer and Finn was staring at him, lips separated, eyes shocked.

Puck didn't notice, ignored the pleas and finished, pulling out and kissing those lips again a love slipping past his own. Finn didn't even look at him as he fell asleep. Did either boy even know what happened here?

Morning came and Finn was in denial, Puck didn't sleep with him because Finn didn't want him to, so he clearly didn't. They just lost their clothes while making out. The bruises on his skin, neck and hips glared back at him in the mirror. As if taunting him, telling him it did happen and he couldn't deny it. He traced them once, claiming ti was just a little roughhousing. They didn't sleep together and it was an accident.

Whether he was trying to convince himself or stating facts was simple to find out. But as far as anyone knew they were all facts and not lies and he'd convince himself of that. He pulls on his clothes, running water over the bruises and his face. When he actually leaves the bathroom, he sees a half-dressed Puck. Puck bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey"

"Hey." Finn shrugged, looking down, anywhere but Puck's eyes.

"So, I was..."

"Uh, I'll see you later, or tomorrow?" Puck nodded and pulled his shirt on.

"Yeah, later." Then he's gone and Finn's falling onto the bed, unclean sheets torn off without a second thought. There was nothing wrong with them. He didn't see anything, so he crumpled them up into a ball and tossed them into the laundry, washing them.

The day passed and he was home alone, Mom and Burt would be home later tonight with Kurt and then they'd be a happy family and everything would work out. He's not sure when it happens but while he's watching TV he falls asleep on the couch.

The look in Puck's eyes, the way he didn't care, didn't notice, gripped tighter, thrust harder, it all came rushing back. Little pathetic noises escaping from his lips, pathetic tears falling from his eyes. His body staying perfectly still, like he was defenseless, pathetic. He remembers the hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. The way he shot up looking into his mom's eyes and smiling, wiping viciously at the tears and acting like nothing happened.

He welcomed them back with arms wide open and smiles and it felt normal. Like every other time so obviously nothing happened...right? Right? He'll continue to tell himself that then, what else is he to do.

THAT is why I don't write sex scenes. -_-

cowers in fear I told you you'd hate me! I'm actually kind of proud of this I mean, Come ON, how can you not like that. We all know it's strangely just amazing for an awesome character to be tortured in any shape of form.

The warning would've totally given it away so yeah there was no warnings. Sorry. If you hate me you should totally rant. Same thing if you loved it!

I would've wrote more but I'm literately falling asleep at my computer. I've been yelled at three times in the past 20 minutes for almost falling asleep, one time actually did. That's not how long this fic took, that's just how long I've been extremely exhausted for.

Review...because you know you want to make my day!

(I'm thinking if I have time over this week I may write a songfic for Kiss It Better by He is We because it's a totally awesome song and I really want to write a songfic but with a song no one really requested. So I think you should tell me if I should try it and what couple it should be? If I get nothing about this I probably won't do it because I don't know what couple I should do for it)

What the hell is that^ another chapter gah!