So...who hates me because I'm an asshole who hasn't updated in a while? I DO! I also hate drama, hate it! This is like a stress reliever for me right now. Anyway, I'm sorry for the lateness, blah, it should've been up last year, right? :)

Pairings: Finn/Puck,

Disclaimer: I own the first season of Glee on DVD...does that count? No? I didn't think so. So that means I Don't own glee or the characters.

Tomorrow came a lot faster than he had originally hoped. He remembers waking up to the smell on Puck and probably a million missed calls, probably all from his mom. He couldn't really care though because...okay, really...how many people can say they woke up in Puck's arms? Not much, Puck's more of a bang, see you later. He'll admit this wasn't the first time he's woken up in those arms and probably won't be the last. He guesses it just feels different because it's his first time waking up after officially being in a relationship with Puck.

His phone vibrated and he shifted uncomfortably. He really didn't want to move, not yet. Just a few more minutes, let him just lay here until he had to go home, until his mom came barging through that door, dragging him out. He'd also go with never because he really likes it here, in Puck's arms. Of course, Puck has to ruin that moment.

"You gonna get that?" Finn had let his eyes narrow and he pulled away from Puck, who pathetically whined at the loss of contact.

"Fine!" He reached over for his phone "Were you..." He let out a laugh as he opened it, "Were you watching me sleep?" Puck blushed lightly and scoffed.

"No, I just didn't want to move and wake you." Finn had smiled. 15 missed calls, mostly from mom. He was in so much trouble.

"Hey mom."

"Where are you?"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. I was at Puck's and I should've called you but we were so called up and then we fell asleep and.."

"You should've called me, are you coming home for dinner?"

"uh.." He looked to Puck. "Dinner?" Puck had smiled, aw was this Finn's way of asking him out, so Finn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'LL be there!" That little bastard.

"Okay, good, be home by five tonight."

"Kay, bye mom."

"Bye, honey, love you."

"Love you too mom." Finn had crawled back onto the bed and Puck had wrapped his arms around the taller boy. "You're such an asshole."

"Really? You're the one who invited me then uninvited me to dinner in a split second!"

"Well, you were being a dick!" Puck had smiled as Finn kissed him. "Video games?"

"I could think of better things to do, since my mom's gone for the day..." Finn had smiled at the suggestion and all thoughts of asking about their outing...would it really be called that?...as Puck kissed him. Their lips moving basically in perfect harmony as Puck's hands traveled down his body, slipping up his shirt. Finn leaned up on his elbow as his shirt was pulled off and thrown to the floor, lips reconnecting desperately.

There was slight little noises coming from both boys, which was embarrassing to them and hot to the other. Finn whined at the loss of Puck's lips but moaned at the warmth around his dick. He doesn't even want to ask where Puck learned how to do that? He doesn't want to know if Puck's been with another guy...it would just make him a little jealous. Puck had pulled away, and Finn had whined again and Puck had laughed lightly.

"Don't worry, babe, we ain't done yet." Finn will honestly admit he was so scared that Puck wouldn't know what the hell he was doing or that this would ruin their relationship. In fact when Puck looked ready Finn thought about saying he couldn't stopping but once they got started Finn's mind was clear of that. Of any thought that invaded his head except for Puck, more, faster, harder, please and Puck. Puck's lips had hit his when they first started as Finn let out a pained gasp-whine.

"Are you sure?" He had asked again looking into Finn's eyes before actually shoving himself in. Finn had nodded and told him he wanted this. Puck looked nervous and Finn's pretty sure that's NOT how Puck works in bed. He knows what he's doing he's only said that three times before and Finn's pretty sure that's enough reassurance for himself. Was it for Puck?

"I love you." He let out, before he could stop himself and Puck had looked at him and started.

"I love you." Puck's pace started out slow and easy but after more words from Finn, Finn's assuming his words encourage Puck, he was faster and harder, gripping Finn's waist, who was honestly not effected by the pain because of...he doesn't know this was Puck and after a while it just faded away.

Puck came after Finn and then pulled out and kissed Finn. Finn kissed back and smiled at him, quieting as they heard the downstairs door open.

"Finn?" Finn's eyes grew four size, really four whole sizes. Puck had looked like he was about to laugh and Finn slipped off the bed and into his clothes.

"We're up here!" Fin hit Puck, and it actually hurt.

"Shut up!" Puck had chuckled and pulled on his boxers standing against the wall, watching his boyfriend struggle.

"mom told me to come get you!" Kurt hadn't looked in the doorway. "And your sister asked what you were doing." Puck's face fell, he was so in trouble, Finn crossed his arms and looked at Puck cocky now.

"Don't even say it!" Puck had threw up his hands. "i thought she was with my mom."

"They were both downstairs when I got here." Puck blushed and looked at Finn. "You're mom was outside." Finn had smiled as he walked over to Puck.

"Put some clothes on you can come over for dinner."

"Aw, are you re-inviting me."

"Not if you're gonna be a dick again." Finn had smiled and kissed Puck, walking over to Kurt who stood out side, still not looking in. Puck had gotten dressed and walked out with the brothers. He listened to the conversation half interested and slipped his hand into Finn's who had looked down then to Puck and smiled.

Finn sat shotgun and Kurt drove, Puck peeking his head forward so he could talk with them, but he zoned out as Kurt told Finn stuff, his eyes fixated on Finn. He stopped before Finn could tell though, he wasn't sure how awkward it might be explaining anything else to Finn. Finn had slipped out first and the other two followed.

"Hi Puck." Puck had smiled and said his greetings to Carole, afraid to look at Burt who was looking at him. Finn was his son now and Puck didn't do good with dads...ever. "Dinner will be done later, I actually had to talk to you." Finn had told Puck he could wait in his room as he talked to his mom. Puck had sat on Finn's bed.

It was funny to think that this all started with a video game. When Puck fell for Finn, when he thought it sucked. He tried so hard to get Finn and hurt Finn. He knows that and he regrets that. Regrets hurting Finn definitely not getting Finn.

Somehow, he wanted to go public but knew they couldn't. They've watched what Kurt has to go through and even though it'd be easier together, Finn didn't deserve that. Puck wanted to be able to interlock their hands together whenever he could, wanted to kiss Finn where ever he could. Still, he knew he couldn't and Finn probably didn't want to, he hasn't said anything about it.

"Hey." Kurt had said, as he came down. Puck had looked over to him. "What are you thinking of?" Puck had debated telling him, did it matter now?

"Finn." He shrugged, waiting. "What are they talking about?"

"Just some stuff." Puck had nodded and the room went silent. "You really like him don't you." Puck loved Finn more than anything. Kurt didn't need to know that though. "He really likes you, I can tell." Puck looked at the floor, feeling hope well up in him. "Are you two gonna come out?"

"Probably not." Puck said, still staring at the floor, hoping Finn would come down or he'd fall. He got his wish as he heard footsteps run down the stairs.

"Don't harass him." he heard Finn say to Kurt getting two laughs. Finn had smiled at Puck when Puck looked to him. "What do you want to do?"

"Well, that's my cue to leave." Finn had laughed as Kurt went back upstairs, shutting the door behind him.

"Kurt!" They heard Carole say, as the door reopened. "Door stays open." Finn had smiled.

"I didn't shut it!" Finn yelled back sitting next to Puck.

"They can't see us..."

"They'll hear us, like your sister did." Puck just took his lips and Finn had smirked before kissing back. Puck laying on the bed hands resting in Finn's back pockets as Finn kissed him.

"Not. My. Fault." A kiss between each word.

"mom. Doesn't. Trust. You." Puck had laughed at Finn's words. It was believable, they were basically had the door open and here they were making out. The beauty of first getting together, make out all the time. Finn had pulled away. "You've gotta learn to do something else." Then Puck got the best idea ever.

"We should go outside and play football." Puck had leaned forward, and Finn had smiled.

"I feel like at practice you're going to purposely tackle me just so you can get on top of me." Puck had glared lightly but smiled.

"No!" He denied watching Finn get off the bed and grab a football.

"Until dinner?"

"maybe longer?" Finn had laughed as the two ran outside. Finn wishes they were at his old house, there were no trees in the backyard there. Puck would've kept his body to himself. They could hear laughter from inside, but ignored it, football falling to the ground at their lips touching.

Done for now, this chapter was completely inspired but two people I know, this is basically their relationship right now. Sorry for the lateness, but I updated with a snow day, hopefully there'll be another chapter up today, but don't hold me to it. I'm not sure how today's going to go.

I need more Puck/Finn cuteness but definitely more drama. Just a little though. Not much more to come.