"Good one Puckerman!" Karofsky high fived the other boy as he walked away from slushing Rachel Berry. Who did he think he was? Noah growled as he stalked into first period as the bell rang to begin class.
Did that punk ass kid understand the humiliation he went through, that they went through every day? Did Karofsky understand the stress it put on them? The pain? The feeling of their soul being torn apart? Noah guessed that the teenager didn't. HE probably couldn't even imagine it.
"Mr. Puckerman, are you paying attention?" The ugly old teacher sneered at him. Lucky Santana was paying attention for him. We're writing haikus on family.
"Writing haikus or some shit. Family, right?" The teacher looked pissed off, but he couldn't care, they couldn't care. All they cared about was the feeling building in their gut as Finn took her from behind in the girls bathroom on the third floor.
"Puck?" Brittany whispered quietly. "Are you okay?"
"We're…oh god…just fine." He smiled reassuringly at the blonde. The poor dense blonde looked confused, but he waved it of; they were about to climax after all.
"Sorry." Finn blushed as he sat next to Puck. "I…she was wet from the slushy, and I…it's almost that time."
"S'fine." Noah waved of the apology. They were happy, so it didn't matter what her boyfriend did, their boyfriend he supposed. It was a new thing, to share her with someone else, despite the fact it was almost three years since they met him.
"No, you were teased an—"
"Finnegan, shut up." That wasn't Puck's voice, that was Rachel's. "It's fine."
"Okay, but I just really want to apologise." He pouted at the mohawked boy.
"No sweat." Puck shrugged, squeezing the other boys knee reassuringly. "We really don't mind."
"Hey, creamer." Santana grinned evilly. "God, you did that in the middle of class. So uncool. You scared Britt-Britt, Quinns going out of her mind trying to calm her."
"Whatever." Puck watched the blush slowly vanish from the taller boys face. Looking away he looked at Santana. "You're just upset it wasn't in you."
"As if. Sex with Rach is better." At the angry look on Finns face she backtracked. "It was before you. One night thing."
"I know." Finn pouted looking at Puck. "You going to practice?"
"Of course, I'd be killed if I didn't. Rach isn't exactly happy lately, although we really aren't as stressed after this morning." Puck grinned smugly. "See you later Finn." Rolling his eyes at the blush that once again took over the freakishly tall boys face he left. They were still so worked up, but Finn couldn't lose control again today. At least not at school.