Puck lit a cigarette, leaning against the door of his truck. Finn was inside paying the bill. He peered around the quiet location, only making out a Fairfield Inn and a Shell gas station.
He turned his head when he heard gravel crunching and saw Finn with his hand in his pockets. "Thanks for getting the check man." Puck put the cigarette in between his fingers. "No problem. You're paying for gas and god knows that's not getting any cheaper." Puck gave a chuckle. "You got any more cigarettes?" Finn leaned next to Puck. "Since when do you smoke?" Puck turned to look at him.
"Not very long. My mom left a pack out the other day. They help my stress a little." Finn rubbed his forehead.
"What kind of stress does Finn fucking Hudson have?" Puck laughed, reaching in his pocket for the carton.
"Dating a girl like Rachel Berry. She's great and all but she has to do something every weekend and it's usually not cheap. Finn, let's go see Wicked over in Cleveland. Finn, Kristin Chenoweth is in a new movie." He mimicked Rachel and pressed his face against the back window.
Puck laughed and handed him a cigarette, fishing in his other pocket for his lighter.
"Here." He clicked the lighter, which spit out sparks but only threatened to actually produce a flame. Finn peered down at him and smirked.
"Lean over." Puck made a 'come here' motion with his hand. Finn reluctantly obeyed. Puck put the tip of his cigarette to Finn's.
Puck looked up. Finn was only staring down at the cigarettes. Being this close to Finn made him eager and excited. Eager to see if Finn would go along with what he had been fantasizing about for so long. At least the PG part.
Why was Puck getting this close? Finn felt frozen, trying not to brush up against Puck. He didn't want to piss him off anymore.
Puck let his cigarette drop to the ground, lightly stepping on it. He gingerly raised his hand to take Finn's out of his mouth. "Puck, what are you," That's all Finn could mutter before Puck leaned up, pressing his mouth against Finn's. He prayed Finn wouldn't push him away. He prayed that sometime since the moment him and Finn had met each other he had fantasized about this too.
Finn didn't know what to do. Did he push Puck away? Did he softly step back? The main question he asked himself was did he want to? He liked the way Puck felt against him, the smell of cigarette smoke and Irish Spring that came off of him, the way it felt so comfortable kissing him. Exciting and new, but comfortable. He always felt what him and Puck had might have been more that a friendship. That hand brushes, the borderline flirty jokes, the long eye contact. But he figured he was the only one who felt that way.
Puck wrapped his arms around Finn's neck. Finn moved his lips and stuck his hand under the back on Puck's shirt.
"What if someone sees us?" Finn asked while Puck kissed along his neck.
"We're forty five minutes away from Lima, Finn, I don't know too many McKinley kids who would drive all the way out here just for a Waffle House." Puck rubbed his thumb on the nape of Finn's neck.
Finn suddenly remembered Rachel. "I can't do this." He took a step back. Puck stared back, a tad dumbfounded. "I just started dating Rachel. I can't cheat on her."
"You're worried about Rachel?" Puck tugged down his shirt. He wanted more. He needed more. A kiss was nothing to him. All Finn did was nervously laugh, rub his head, and walked to the passenger door.
The ride on the way home was silent. No whistling, no drumming, just the hum of the truck's engine.
They got to Finn's house and he stepped out, rubbing his lips. They felt like they were burning because of the kiss.
"Uh…bye Puck." Finn stared at the crackling driveway feeling guilty.
"Yeah." Puck said curtly. He quickly started the car and drove off.
Finn took off everything besides his boxers and laid on his too small bed. Flashes of the night played through his head. He hoped that everything got better again.