Okay, so yeah, none of Glee is mine, of course. The only thing I own is this story, no characters or whatever :D
Firstly, I just want to say thank you for the two people who were my first reviewers! Meant a lot to me to get positive feedback and it was quite the motivational boost! (Hint hint to all you people who have not left one ;D)
Also, sorry about the long time it took for me to upload this, I was otherwise occupied. :L But anyway, without further ado, here is Chapter 3. Enjoy!
"Ohhh…" Finn woke up feeling particularly unpleasant. He barely had any energy to move and the pounding in his head certainly didn't make him feel any better. He squirmed around on his bed a moment longer until he comes dangerously close to the edge of his bed. Not seeming to notice however, he came crashing down from his bed, bringing several objects that were on the desk next to his bed down with him.
"Ugh, fuck. This is so not what I need right now." Finn groaned and struggled to get up. He was just about to push himself off of the ground before he spotted a photograph lying on his body. Picking it off his body, he placed it along with the other fallen items back onto his desk without giving it a second look, too focused on the idea of how he would put a good painkiller to use.
Finn stumbles downstairs, only managing to walk into a wall twice on his journey and made his way into the kitchen. He had no idea what time it was, but he could see that it must have been early; judging from the way it was still dark outside but getting brighter. Plus, his Mom was still asleep, so it really must be early, he thought. He shrugged off his thought, too tired to go further into what he was thinking and decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich. While he was waiting for his go-to snack to be done, he took out an aspirin and poured himself a glass of water to wash it down with.
By the time he finished tending to the beating drum that is his head, the grilled cheese was done. Finn was able to walk to the grill, feeling that little bit better already and took out his sandwich. He was too tired and hungry to care about how hot it was as he devoured the entire sandwich in record timing. Letting out a yawn, he stood up from his chair and made his way back upstairs and into his room. Finn practically threw himself onto his bed when he was in distance with all hope of drifting off back into sleep.
Unfortunately for him, Finn's brain decided to be a bit of a douche and chose now to make Finn think about the events which had happened the previous day. He tried to remember how he even got home in the first place. "Puck…" He thought to himself. He seemed to remember talking to Puck at some point, maybe he had brought him home. But that doesn't explain how, especially when he was pretty sure that Puck was drinking, too. Finn was pretty sure even Puck wasn't stupid enough to drink and drive. "Wait, would he?" Finn's brain wouldn't shut up, as he couldn't help but roll around in his bed and think harder.
After about half an hour or so of struggling to remembering if he had done anything embarrassing or terrible and hoping that he hadn't, Finn fell back asleep.
It was roughly half nine in the morning when Puck had woken up after the party. He didn't drink more than he usually does that night, thanks to letting curiosity getting the better of him and discovering everyone's drunken persona. Even for a Glee Club party though, he had to admit it was pretty awesome. He made a mental note to not let that be the last party for the Glee kids, especially since he wants to be just as mischievous as Mike or finding out what the hell made Mercedes and Tina laugh so god damn much. Hell, he certainly wouldn't mind seeing Finn act even dopier than he already is again. It was a nice surprise seeing Finn act like such a happy person when he was drunk, Puck thought to himself. Almost as nice of a surprise when Finn grabbed his – "Noah! There's a beautiful young lady at the door for you!" And just like that, Puck was snapped out of his train of thought, just when he couldn't be more thankful for his Mother's shouting and this visitor.
He heard a knock on his door before a voice called him from the other side. "Puck, open up. It's me, Santana." Puck huffed and stood up from his bed to let the Latina in. He had no time left to prepare himself for the questions Santana was surely about to bombard him with.
With a quick sigh, Puck opened the door. "What're you doin' here?" As soon as he opened the door, Santana was already making her way into his room and sitting on his bed. "Hello to you too, Jackass. Y'know, it's no surprise you don't get many visitors with a lousy attitude like yours." She replied in her usual, own way.
"What do you want, Santana? I know you. You don't visit anyone unless you want something from them, so out with it already." Puck was getting slightly more annoyed with the seemingly calm cheerleader. She was smirking at Puck now and could tell that he was becoming irritated.
"Geez, relax, would you? I just wanna talk to you." Santana sounded a little calmer at the end of her sentence. "Fine. What d'you wanna talk about?" Puck was starting to feel a little uneasy at what she was going to say. He still hadn't decided if he should tell anyone or not about the dream he had or how he feels lately when he's around Finn.
"Are you gay?" Santana asked with a look in her eyes that Puck couldn't tell if it was just her face when she wants to know something or genuine concern. Puck was caught off by this question that he had actually forgotten what he was supposed to answer with. "Well? Are you or not?" She had gotten impatient at this point and stood up from his bed to put her hands on both hips.
Puck managed to choke out a few words "What? No, of course not!" He cleared his throat so he could sound all the more convincing. "Hell, you of all people should know. Puckzilla's a fan of the ladies." Puck fixed his stance a little to look more nonchalant. Then, a clever remark came to his mind and out his mouth. "Y'know, it's something that you and I both have in common."
Santana's eyes widened. She had completely forgotten that she complained to Puck during the party about how Brittany wasn't dancing for her. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out deeply for a second.
"Alright, Noah, here's the deal." Santana began. Puck didn't like where this was going. He knows that she only calls him by his first name when she's being serious. "You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about how I feel for Brit, got it? And in return, you're going to tell me what's going on with you and Finn."
"Wait, how is that fair? I wasn't the one who wanted to know about you and Brittany, why do I have to tell you about how I feel for Finn?" Puck really didn't like this situation, at all.
Santana smirked. "Oh, so there really is something going on between you two? Or is it just you lusting after him before Berry gets there first?"
"Damn, she got me." Puck cursed to himself.. "Alright, fine. But you can't tell anyone, especially Finn, alright?"
"You have my word, Puckerman. Now, why don't you tell Auntie Tana here about your troubles? And don't worry, it doesn't matter how ridiculous what you have to say is, I promise I won't laugh."
"Gee, thanks." Puck replied sarcastically. He took a deep breath and thought of where to start. Before he could speak though, Santana decided to speak up first. "Are you in love with Finn?"
Puck scoffed. "I do not love Finn Hudson. I… I don't know how I feel, it's complicated." He looked down to the floor to avoid any awkward eye contact with Santana. "He's my best friend, but lately whenever I'm with him, I just don't wanna leave him, y'know?"
The young cheerio made a noise of agreement and nodded her head. "Look, Noah. I don't want to build your hopes up or anything, but I seen how he was last night. I saw how he was all over you. There's no way that he's completely straight after grabbing your ass like his life depended on it."
"Yeah, but the guy was drunk. Doesn't that count for something?" Puck was beginning to sound more depressed by the second.
"A drunken mind speaks a sober heart, Puck. Although, there wasn't as much speaking as there was touching, from where I was standing." Santana let out a little smile at Puck to make him feel slightly better.
Puck gave her a little smile back to know she succeeded. "Try not to worry too much about it, Noah. It's probably just a crush. You'll get over it eventually." She tried to reassure him,
"I don't know if I wanna get over it, though…" Puck scratched the back of his head feeling a little embarrassed about admitting it out loud.
"Wow, who'd have thought that I'd ever see the self-proclaimed badass oh McKinley High to have such a gay crush on his 'boy' and doesn't even want to get over it." Puck frowned a little at Santana as she said. "Relax, Puckerman, it was just a joke. Anyway, here's my advice: Just wait and see how it goes." Santana nodded confidently as she said that.
"Really? Shouldn't I speak to him about it or anything?" Puck was becoming genuinely concerned now and didn't even care about how pathetic he sounded.
"Well, only if it gets to a point were you just can't handle it anymore and you need to just let him know how you feel. Or get him drunk again and make out with him, that'll work." The Latina shrugged while thinking it was a pretty good plan.
"I'll just wait for a while, see how a feel in a week or so." Puck exhaled deeply. "Thanks a lot Santana, I really needed this."
"It's fine; just remember not to mention anything to anyone about me and Brittany, okay?" Puck noticed she wasn't too bothered about the gratitude considering he could ruin her reputation completely.
"Still focused on yourself after all this. Typical Santana." Puck said playfully.
"Oh, bite me, butt boy." Santana had clearly won this one, Puck told himself.
After a while of discussing other events that happened the night before, Santana eventually left Puck's house, leaving him to think about what they've discussed. He remembered he was going to visit Finn today to see how he was. "Great. Looks like today is gonna be super awkward."
Erm, yeah, I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I think I may have gotten a little out of character with Puck and Santana here, but ah well. It's a fanfic after all, right? Anyway, leave me a review if you want to just make my day! :D
