Ayeee! I'm not even sure how I'm focusing on this story. Well, my focus is a lot better with my book being done but it's chaotic over here with all these things coming up. Anyway, I'm in a really good mood and listening to Millionaires, which gives me ideas that may or may not come up in next chapter.

Pairings: Finn/Puck, Santana/Finn, brotherly!Finn/Kurt...other couples HINTED at!

Disclaimer: I DO not own this...glee anyway or the characters.

Santana invited Finn over and he went, their bodies grinding as they made out. Shirts thrown to the floor, Finn's pants unbuttoned and unzipped. They were going at it, but didn't go too far because they both had plans later. Santana had some thing with the Cheerios in a few hours. Finn didn't have much to do but he was thinking of Puck. Which was kind of weird because he had this majorly hot girl on top of him, who he was proudly dating.

Still he couldn't help but grab her waist and pull her closer thinking of Puck, which was actually starting to freak him out a bit. He's never had any feeling for Puck, so why, WHY was he thinking of the asshole? Santana had flipped her hair before going in for another kiss. Finn leaned up to meet her halfway, and fell back letting her get better access against his body. Then when she pulled away he said he had to go.

"I have dinner plans with my family, so I'll see you later." He said, pulling his shirt on.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" He looked to the clock as if debating it, actually thinking about staying then his mind wandered to Puck and he was done.

"I would but my mom will freak." He said, pecking her and she pouted with a sigh letting her shoulders slump. "I'll see you tomorrow." There was no one home when he got home, so he went down to his and Kurt's shared room.

His mind wandering back to those lips, those eyes, that hair, that body, to Puck. It killed him for two reasons. One he was so confused! What was going on? This was his ex-best friend who he HATED, by the way. And two Puck was completely straight he made that clear. More than several times. Even though he's pretty sure they've kissed before and yeah, he's always had this weird thing for Puck. He didn't think of it as a 'feeling' or a 'crush' at all. Not even during their little trip...

God the summer, their trip away from Lima. Just the two of them, with the creepy waitress and the hotel room. His mind shifts to Puck up against him, his arms around him and his breath on Finn's neck. He cuddled into Puck and now that he thinks about it, when he woke up he felt like he belonged there. Like it was right, and he thought that was wrong so he shimmied out of it. To him it kind of meant something – everything right now – and to Puck it meant nothing.

He was staring at the wall, in a daze as he went over all this and jumped when Kurt was waving a hand over his hand. He looked over, hearing the '-inn.' of his name. His eyebrows furrowed as he came out of his little day dream thing.

"Huh?"

"I've been calling you for 5 minutes whats wrong?"

"Nothing...I was just thinking." Kurt got that look like he didn't believe shit coming out of Finn's mouth.

"Mhm, bout what?" Finn shrugged.

"Stuff...Santana." He lied, looking to the floor. Puck would know he wasn't thinking of Santana, cause he's like...a mind-reader or something with Finn. Most of the time anyway.

"How are you two?"

"Fine, great actually..." Kurt had nodded. "How are you and...Blaine?"

"Fine." It got awkward and Finn's mind went back to Puck. The way he tried to teach Finn to play guitar when they were in middle school. He claimed chicks in high-school would dig it. Finn had tried to learn by himself, Puck telling him what to hold and when to strum on the bed. That didn't work well, considering it sounded like...well...there's no noise to compare it to, it made Puck flinch and wince.

'Here' he had said, standing behind him 'let me help you some more.' Finn heard the roll in his eyes as his hands fell over Finn's. Finn had played perfectly but then really sucked alone.

Finn had noticed the way he felt when Puck was behind him, those hands on top of his own. He started to get that dopey smile on his face – the one he used to get when he thought about Rachel – and didn't really notice it.

"Finn?" Kurt had gotten his attention.

"What's up?"

"Did you just say Puck's name?" He had this amused look on his face and Finn felt a blush creep onto his face. He's like ninety-eight percent sure he didn't say ANYTHING!

"No..."

"No, no, you definitely did. Did you see your face?" Kurt was sitting on Finn's bed looking at him and Finn had froze inside. "Do you have feelings for him?"

"No!" He snapped out, he did NOT have feelings for his best friend. Or did he? When he was with Puck he felt like he did when he did when he was with Rachel except better...more comfortable. "I don't know." He admitted, whispering.

"Well, you have the smile you used to get with Rachel. What do you think about Puck?" It was so the summer's fault, stupid fucking summer. "What happened during the summer?"

"What?" Had he said that out loud? "Um, me and Puck left Lima, for the first few days, together."

"Tell me about it." Kurt had said, trying and hopping to help his step-brother. After all, he had no feelings for Noah, he had feelings for Blaine.

"It started like any other summer, the last day, we hung out..." He told him everything, from Puck's plan to get away to the cuddling. He told about how there was only one bed in the hotel, how Puck told him this horror story about their waitress that was hitting on Finn. He smiled when he talked about the bar and the room and the rain. He laughed as he talked about Puck helping him off the bathroom floor when he got stuck.

Kurt had watched and listened to Finn and all the pieces started to fall in place. Puck, taking Finn on this trip and saying all that crap. How he slept with Quinn that year and looked so pained when Finn didn't forgive him. Rachel, he kissed her and looked like he regretted it. Puck had made out with Kurt too last year, when Kurt had the biggest crush on Finn and then this year shoved him at Sam but was still relieved when Sam got with Quinn. Which made no sense because that was his baby-mamma. His eyes grew way bigger than he thought possible – it kind of reminded Finn of those cartoon characters who's eyes pop out of their head when they get shocked – and Finn looked freaked out.

"What?" He asked, basically screaming ready to freak out more...if necessary.

"Finn..." Kurt started looking into those eyes. "I think you and Puck are dodging obvious feelings for each other..." That...was NOT what Finn intended to hear.

AHHH! I'm so sorry, I haven't updated there's been a LOT of drama around here with my parents...and I have no school tomorrow so I will attempt to get a chapter up by then. I'm so so sorry. But I got 100 on my To Kill A Mockingbird notes. Yay.

Don't we just LOVE this chapter, it's like leading up to a REAL Fuck story...don't we hate me for not adding any TRUE Fuck moments. Blah. XD