Tralalalala. Writin' at night. Prompts are fine, by the way. Reviews make the angels smile.

Not a big fan of this short chapter. :/

I DONT OWN GLEE

Chapter 3

The word was a rhythm in Finn's head. A very distracting rhythm. So far, he'd only caught 2 of the 5 passes Puck had thrown him, and had fumbled both. Coach Bieste was looking pretty pissed.

"Dude." Puck jogged over to Finn, wiping his shiny forehead on the sleeve of his shirt. "What are you thinking about? You're pretty out of it."

"Sapphire." Finn blurted out, then bit the inside of his mouth. "Oh yeah. New girl." Puck nodded appreciatively. "Pretty hot, right?" He looked up thoughtfully into the hot April sky. "I think if she joins the Cheerios, I'll hook up with her."

Puck slapped Finn on the shoulder and then jogged back out to the middle of the field. Finn kept his eye on the ball this time, as it came sailing towards him, and caught it in his outstretched hands with the satisfying thwack that he'd been craving all day.

Figuring he deserved a reward, Finn tossed the ball back to Puck and looked across the field to where the Cheerios were having their tryouts. He could make out the figures of Quinn and Santanna, who were sitting at a table with Coach Sylvester, but he couldn't figure out who the girl executing a perfect double backflip was.

Then the girl turned a cartwheel, and Finn caught a flash of coppery red, glinting in the sunlight. The annoying rhythm started in his head again. . Finn shook his head to clear it and tried to think about Quinn and football instead.

A few yards away, Puck, who was preparing to hike the ball, dropped it and squinted across the field, shading his eyes against the blinding sun. "Dude, I am so sleeping with her."

Just then, Brittany jogged past them, wearing a black sports bra and leggings and holding an empty gatorade bottle. "Hi, Finn! Hi, Puck!" She called. Finn turned and waved at her, casting a furtive glance at her toned stomach and legs.

Puck smirked. "Nice top." He said, winking at her. Brittany turned up her pointy nose. Ever since Puck had gotten Quinn pregnant, the Unholy Trinity had been giving him the silent treatment.

Puck turned back to Finn and shrugged. "Girls." He said, as if the very existence of the word baffled him. Then he went back to watching the Cheerios.

Yeah. Finn though to himself as he absentmindedly stretched out his hamstrings.

Girls.