First Blush
Cherry Slushie
Seriously
Who throws slushies honestly.
Growling his new mantra in the back of his mind, Sam stalked off toward the football locker room. If there was one thing he had to love about Coach Beiste was her policy about the locker room. It was always open. So after the second blast of sticky red corn syrup, and spending the day looking like Carrie, the blond started keeping extra shirts and shampoo in his locker. Stripping off the sling and his clothes, Sam grabbed the fluffiest towel he could get and went into the shower.
Five Glorious Hot Water Filled Minutes Later
Sam padded wetly out of the shower, towel thrown over his shoulder water still dripping off of his hair and skin. The tall jock was feeling really good until he collided with a nearly immovable object. at first his shoulder screamed with pain and he wanted to shout until he saw who he had run into. Puck. Of course. Before either of them could say anything they looked down at what had resulted on Puck's jeans. The dark water stain in the shape of someone else male appendage was printed across his opened his mouth to say something but the carmel skinned jock turned roughly and stalked out of the locker room.
For a second Sam swore he had seen a blush working up Puckerman's neck
A/N: I'm behind on Glee. Damn school! Sorry this is short. Review
~ WordDemon