Just wanna start off by saying how I'm sorry it's been a long time since I uploaded anything. I've just been busy with college and I've just not had the motivation to carry it on. Until I seen the reviews, anyway. Just by saying a few words, you guys made me want to carry on and I appreciate it! Thank you to the people who made me so happy! :D Anyway, hope you enjoy! Don't be afraid to criticise me or anything!
"Finn, honey it's after 12, are you up yet?" Carole shouted up the stairs. Being the mother of Finn, she can understand how much one can enjoy sleeping, but not being answered when she calls out to her son is one mistake no Finn Hudson should ever make.
"Finn, wake up! I've even made breakfast for you, so come on!" Carole was really getting impatient now. She cleared her throat and made her way to the bottom of the stairs so she can make her point more clearly.
"Finn Hudson, if you do not answer me within the next 3 seconds, I swear to god, I will come up th-" She stopped shouting and broke into a smile when she heard a loud fumbling coming from his room. No son of Carole Hudson will leave her unanswered.
"Okay, okay, I'm up! Please, just stop shouting!" Finn rubbed his eyes enough times so he could open them without having to put up with the blurry vision after just waking up.
"Oh, good afternoon, honey! Your waffles are on the table, so go put some pants on and hurry up and eat them before they get cold."
Finn mumbled a response which Carole knew she finally got through to him. He wondered how his Mom could be so cool and innocent one second, then turn into a complete monster the next. It never occurred to him that it was cold until she mentioned his lack of pants. He scurried off back to his room and found what looked like an acceptable pair of shorts. Not caring so much about what he looked like, Finn quickly hopped into his shorts and remembered how his Mom said something about waffles.
Realising that he could in fact smell them, he ran downstairs and into the kitchen to devour his meal which he was so looking forward to. Finn quickly said his thanks to Carole and sat down at the table. He only noticed the cutlery was on his table next to the plate as he was halfway through shoving the waffles down his throat, but was too engrossed in how good they tasted to care.
Carole walked into the kitchen and seen the horror that was her son swallowing waffles almost whole. "Oh god, Finn! Do you have to eat like such a pig? I gave you the cutlery for a reason, you know!"
Finn opened his mouth and made an attempt to speak. "Fbut forfs o'ly sflow me dfown!" Pieces of chewed waffle flew out of his mouth and Carole almost passed out from the monstrosity that is Finn's table manners.
"Good lord, Finn! At least wait until your mouth's empty!" His traumatized Mother was searching the entire kitchen for something just to clean up Finn's mess. He had forgotten how she almost throws a fit whenever she sees someone eat with their mouth open.
"Sorry, but I was just too hungry to notice they were there." Finn smiled at his Mother sheepishly and debated whether he should actually use his cutlery now his Mom is in the room.
"So I see…" Carole swiped off the mess her son had made and binned it. "So, how was last night, anyway? I'm guessing you had a good time, seeing as Puck had to practically carry you to your own room?" She let out a bit of a laugh, only imagining how his night actually was. Unfortunately, Finn was struggling to remember himself and cursed himself for being such a lightweight. He was relieved to know at least that Puck dropped him off. He told himself to text him later and get more of the details.
"Uh…" Finn looked to the ground, as he thought of what to say. He knew he should have at least told his Mom that he'd be drinking, but he only knew he was going to when Puck arrived with what looked like a whole bar of alcohol. "I'd like to say it was great, but I can't actually remember much from what happened." He hated disappointing his own flesh and blood, but he never had been a good liar, especially to her.
Carole laughed and gave Finn a genuine smile. "Oh, Honey, I've been there. I hope you don't think I'm mad at you for being a teenager."
Finn looked up from the ground with wide eyes. He was pretty confused. "Wait, you're not mad at me for getting drunk enough that I can't remember anything that happened?"
"Well, it doesn't take much to get you drunk, does it? Heck, remember last year when your Aunt Mary got married to Uncle Frank and they had that celebration party? All it took was a couple pints and you tried to make out with your own cousin!" Carole couldn't stop chuckling at how awkward that must have been for the one who was actually sober.
Finn put his head in his hands and mumbled what Carole took as "I guess that's why Jesse always sits by Uncle Frank when I'm around." He began to regret ever drinking last night just to hav e avoided this whole conversation.
"I don't blame her, either. Having to get 2 adults to pry a cousin off your body can only do so much to a person." Carole loved how well she got along with her son. He knew she was only teasing him about it and meant no harm, but he was glad they were so close. "Make sure you call Puck and that boy Kurt for helping you home, though. I can't bear the thought of what would have happened if they weren't being such a good friend to you.
If Finn were some form of animal, his ears would have perked up at this point. "Kurt helped out, too?" He realised in his head that Kurt must have been the one who drove Puck and himself back home. "Wow, that's actually pretty nice of Kurt to go out of his way like that."
"You know, you're lucky you have such good friends. If you had been to some football party, I bet nobody would have brought you home, then!"
"Mom, Puck is on the football team. He'd have still brought me home. I think" Finn began to doubt himself. Thinking on it, would Puck have done the same if we we're never in Glee club? Would anyone have looked after him like Puck and Kurt did that night?
"Right, whatever you say." She stood up and took Finn's dishes to the sink and began washing them with the rest of them that was in there. "Just make sure to let me know if you're gonna be drinking so I can come pick you up. I don't want you becoming a burden to your friends, now."
"I know Mom, I know." Finn stood up himself and made his way upstairs. He reminded himself how he needed to thank Kurt and Puck for what they did, so he ravaged around his room, noticing that he needs to clean it one day and found it under some homework that was probably expected weeks ago. He decided on calling Kurt first, seeing as they're not as close and he probably wouldn't be on the phone as long.
After typing in Kurt's number, he waited until he heard the phone on the other side pick up. "Good afternoon, Finn Hudson! To what do I owe the honour?" Kurt greeted Finn with that cheery tone of his that he uses when something interesting has happened. "This doesn't seem good…" Finn thought to himself.
"Hey, Kurt. Listen, my Mom just told me what you and Puck did for me last night, so I just called to say thank you. I don't think I would have made it home in one piece last night if it weren't for you guys, so thanks, man." Finn felt as if he was getting closer to Kurt just a little. Ever since he helped with Quinn and telling her parents about the baby, Finn felt like he could trust Kurt a little more,
"Well, you're very welcome. Though, it was more Puck's idea with his unexpected, chivalrous attitude to help you out. Did you know he was willing to driving you home? The Neanderthal had been drinking, too. You're lucky I was the only one who planned on staying sane in that house, otherwise we'd have lost 2 of our performers in our group and if that doesn't make Rachel flip, I don't know what will." Kurt had never usually been this talkative with Finn, but it's not like he wasn't allowed to be, it was just strange. To think that the gay kid who him, Puck and the other guys threw in the dumpsters daily, would end up being such a good friend?
"Wait, Puck was actually gonna drive me home?" Finn couldn't really focus on much else of what Kurt was saying. "Since when was he such a good friend? Usually, he'd have just laughed at me or took pictures or something."
"Actually, we kind of did laugh at you, but in our defence, it was purely your fault for acting like such a… Well, Puck will tell you the rest." Suddenly, Finn felt sick. Judging from the way Kurt is leaving it up to Puck to fill Finn in on the details; it can't be good at all.
"Great, I can hardly wait." He let out a little sigh and thought now would be a good time to hang up the phone. "Well, I guess I should just call him now and punch myself in the face for embarrassing myself… Should I be scared?"
"I think I'll leave that up to you. You have fun, now! I'll see you in school!" Finn didn't believe he could be any more nervous, but thanks to Kurt Freaking Hummel, he has been proven wrong.
Finn exhaled and began to search Puck's name on his phone. He found it and just looked at it for a while. Debating how he should start his conversation, he ended up just pressing 'Call' and leaving it up to how it comes to him. "Puck, if you don't pick up your phone, I swear to-" Finn stopped speaking as he heard the phone being answered. "Hey, man. Hungover by any chance?" Trust Puck go for that question first.
"Uh, yeah, I was this morning. Pretty bad that I get so drunk so easily, huh?" Finn scratched his head in embarrassment, hoping that Puck wouldn't be too harsh on the insult that was sure to be coming his way.
"You drank quite a lot, actually. I'm just surprised you didn't throw up everywhere!"
"Well, look at that." Finn thought. "Puck not being his usual, 'badass' self yet again." "Really? Well, that's not as embarrassing, I guess…"
"Oh, that's not the embarrassing part. Don't you remember what you were like last night?" Puck let out a laugh. Finn was completely oblivious to how Puck actually sounded. He wasn't speaking as confidently as he was before. He didn't realise that as Puck spoke, his voice was getting slightly quieter.
Finn closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He remembered what his Mom told him about his cousin and how bad that turned out. If he got like that everytime he was drunk, then it was a miracle that he still had friends. After taking a big breath, he asked "Puck, what did I do that was so embarrassing?"
"Well…" Puck spoke. He cleared his throat and tried to think of how he should put it. "You were kind of, uh,,, Like, Rachel, I guess."
Finn really didn't like where this was going. He swallowed and tried to dry his sweaty palms on his shorts. "What do you mean, Puck?"
There was a short silence after Finn spoke. "Lemme start from the beginning then." Puck took a few more seconds to compose himself. "I found the two of you alone in some room, and she was so trying to get into your pants. She was all over you, telling you that you should dance with her, but you couldn't stop giggling. Anyway, I came in and found you two like that, but as soon as you seen me, you screamed Pucky and then tried to tackle me to the ground."
"Oh, god…" Finn cursed to himself. "Why am I such an idiot when I drink?"
"That's not the worst part, dude. As soon as I told Rachel to take the hint, she stormed off and left us two alone. So you thanked me and then started wrestling with me on the ground, but when you pinned me down, you fell asleep on me."
Finn face palmed at the thought. "Wow, Puck, I'm-"
"Hold on, that still wasn't the worst part." Finn's clothes were becoming damp from the amount of sweat he was leaking.
"What was the worst part, Puck…?"
"When you fell asleep, I managed to lift you up and take you to the kitchen. Kurt saw me carrying you and offered to drop us off, so I let him. You woke up after a while of us speaking and you didn't know I was carrying you. Then, after a while of you muttering nonsense, you, uh…" Puck stopped speaking for a while and thought of how to say it.
"Puck just tell me, what did I do?" Finn was getting pretty impatient and just wished that this was all over.
"You saw my ass and grabbed it. You wouldn't let go, and thanks to you, I still have the hand print because of how tight you squeezed." Finn took a moment to imagine what that was like. He felt nothing but shame and felt like an apology was in order.
"Jesus, Puck, I'm sorry, man. I mean, wow, I can't believe I did that! I'm so embarrassed! I dunno what else to do but say sorry!"
"Finn, it's fine, just calm down." Puck couldn't help but let out a laugh at how frantic Finn was. "It's only natural, right? Who wouldn't wanna touch a fine ass like mine?"
Finn could tell that Puck was doing that cocky, half smirk thing, even if he couldn't see him. He was glad that he was fine about the whole situation. He expected Puck to freak out, but he's been acting calmer, lately. From what Finn knows, anyway.
"Yeah, whatever you say, dude." Finn couldn't help but smile at how he had been calmed down so easily. It was back to normal.
"I'll take that as a "Hell yeah, it is!" if you're not denying it." Finn's face lit up a bright red colour.
"N-no, that's not what I meant!" He was overcome with embarrassment, happiness and shame all at the same time.
"Relax, Finn. I'm just kidding around. Look, man, I gotta go. My Mom wants me to drive my sister to her friend's house. I'll see you Monday, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks again for what you did, really. And for being so cool about… You know." It was then that it hit Finn how much he appreciated Puck for being there for him, even if he had made certain mistakes in the past.
"No problem, I'll catch you later, man!" He hung up the phone on Finn after speaking and put his phone back in his pocket. Even after being on the phone with him, Puck couldn't stop smiling. He felt like an idiot, but he didn't care. At least he still got to see Finn and still be on good terms with him. For once, he couldn't wait to go to school.
