Finn glanced over the songs available in the jukebox. Everything was at least six or four years old (in terms of the most recent). He chose some cheesy 80s synth pop song.
"So…" Finn said, sliding back into the booth. "Have you talked to Quinn lately?" Finn knew the question was pushing the boundaries a little, but he hadn't talked to Quinn personally in at least a month, so he was curious.
"I text her sometimes." Puck nibbled on a piece of toast "She usually only replies with a 'yea' or 'I'm busy'."
"Oh." Finn drummed his fingers along the table. What the hell were they supposed to talk about for the next couple of hours?
"Look man, loosen up." Puck said, lightly punching Finn's arm across the table. Finn gave a reluctant smile back. "I know you're all weary and worried around me because of the Quinn thing, but it's over. Just leave it in the past. We can talk about it if you want."
Finn wasn't sure if he wanted to. Sure, when he first found out Puck had gotten Quinn pregnant he was furious and full of questions. But now that it was all pretty much over, there wasn't too much he wondered about.
"Why Quinn?" Finn rubbed his thumb against the handle of a spoon. That was the only big question he had left. He looked up and saw Puck darting his eyes back and forth across the table.
"Because she was there. Because she was willing. I'm a guy. If a girl wants to fuck me, I'm gonna fuck her." Puck picked up a piece of bacon and started eating it, giving him something to occupy himself with. He didn't like having this conversation, but knew the questions would come up eventually.
"Can I ask you something?" he said to Finn. Finn nodded. "Why Rachel?" Puck knew the question was a little condescending and personal. He asked it anyway. There was a reason but it wasn't like he would ever tell Finn.
"Well…" Finn said, wondering why Puck was asking about Rachel. "I love her." He felt his voice might crack because he wasn't being a hundred percent honest. Not with himself or Puck.
"Is it because she threw herself at you?" Puck tightened his fist was next to him under the table. He was about to piss Finn off.
"Hey man, watch it. No, that's not the only reason or a reason. Rachel's beautiful, and smart, and talented, and several other things I could list but won't because I don't have to prove anything to you."
And she was there, Puck thought, but didn't dare say out loud. Why was he being such a dick, especially to Finn. Because it was his 'personality'? He knew the reason but didn't want to say it to himself.
We should have stuck to videogame talk, Finn thought, rubbing his knees. Puck was starting to bug him and he had a feeling he was starting to do the same. This wasn't how 'bro's night' was supposed to turn out.