Chapter three – Do ya think I'm sexy?

Puck woke up from the cold air hugging his body. He shivered and opened his eyes to find himself uncovered any blankets and Sam with his back turned to him. He sighed annoyed and laid himself on his side. His irritation flew when he looked over Sam's back and saw the boy in a peaceful sleep. A smile tugged at corners of his mouth and he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's hips, laying his head on his. He smelled Sam's hair, that reminded him of his own, because Sam had used his shampoo.

As he closed his eyes, he started thinking about what happened tonight. A crying Sam on his doorstep, angry parents and a messed up situation. Deep down, Puck hated this kind of drama. He hated being in trouble and disliked this feeling. When Sam and himself got together he thought it would be amazing and even better than their friendship, but now it seemed like the opposite had happened. He softly exhaled, trying not to wake Sam, who got closer to Puck's body in his sleep. The worst of the whole situation was that Puck had no idea what to do about it. He knew the Evans and they were strong believers. It secretly always intrigued Puck on how they stood up for what they believed in, but right now he neglected it the most.

He got pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Sam mumble something. The Mohawked boy looked up at him to see if the blond was still at ease. He chuckled when he saw the smile on his face. A satisfying feeling freed up about him when he figured Sam had a nice dream. He pressed a kiss at the boy's neck, which made a shiver go down Sam's spine. In that moment, Puck decided to – just as his boyfriend did – let go of his sorrow, what made him fall into a light sleep again.

After an hour or so, he woke up again. A pair of familiar lips touched his and made him moan softly. He opened his mouth and he felt Sam's tongue slip into his mouth. His eyes opened automatically when the sweet touch moved away from him. He looked into a pair of sparkling, emerald eyes. Puck smiled, seeing Sam's eyes lit up again, especially after tonight.

"Hi," Sam greeted him cutely.

"Mornin'," Puck responded, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"How late is it?" Sam asked when he looked through the day and noticed the sun was already out.

Puck leaned on his elbows and grabbed his phone from his nightstand.

"11.30 am," he answered, falling back down on the bed.

"What?" Sam uttered, "class started two hours ago!"

"Yeah, about that," Puck began, not panicked at all, "we're not going."

Sam furrowed.

"But, we'll get in trouble…"

Puck gave him one of his famous 'do-i-look-like-i-care?'-gazes and Sam laughed out loud.

"Sorry, just remembered that's not something uncommon for you."

Puck nodded affirmatively and stretched his body. He felt a shot of pain through his back as he did, probably from holding Sam last night, he groaned.

"So, as we have the day off now, what do you want to do?" Sam asked after he'd woken up a little bit more.

"Well, as a starter, I was thinking…" Puck began thinking, "no drama today."

He felt a wave of relieve when Sam agreed with him. Maybe he was just postponing the confrontation of actually come with an actual plan to help his boyfriend, but he might as well, since he didn't know how to handle it anyway. But even though he eased himself, he still felt guilty and if Noah Puckerman doesn't like something, It was guilt.

"Instead, we could watch Avatar," he saw Sam's face lit up when he offered to watch his favorite movie, "order in pizza and just cuddle on the couch."

Puck's guilt went away when Sam kissed him happily.

"I'd love that," he said.

After Puck took a quick shower an modeled himself, he went downstairs to discover a full-board breakfast on the table. Sam stood I front of it, playing nervously with his hands. It was always risky to do something special for his boyfriend, because he always had the fear of being blown off by the muscular boy. Puck smiled at Sam's uncomfortable appearance and walked towards him.

"I was trying to show my gratitude for helping me last night," Sam almost whispered.

Puck took Sam's chin and pulled his head up, to look into the green eyes.

"I love it, babe," he responded.

Sam's huge mouth showed a happy smile when hearing those words.

They sat at the table and it was the first time Puck couldn't decide on what he should eat first. There were pancakes with syrup, scrambled eggs, all sorts of bread, juice and milk. He looked over and saw the blond boy dig in like he hadn't eaten for months. Puck grinned, last night probably drained him as much as him. He grabbed a pancake and tasted him. He had to hand it to his boyfriend; he might appear as a dumbass sometimes, but he sure knew how to cook.

After washing the dishes, which Puck had to do Sam said, "because he cooked", they plopped down at the couch. Puck had already put in the Avatar-dvd, so he only had to start it. Sam cuddled up against him, his head laying in his lap. Puck softly stroke the blond bangs out of his eyes as the utopian movie started.

"You just gotta love the Na'vi," Sam almost jumped up as the credits started, "Oe pxel nga."

Puck laughed out loud at Sam's dorky behavior.

Sam instantly felt embarrassed and gazed at his hand, who were nervously played with one another. His love for science-fiction always made him feel like a nerd and it took a while to show that part of himself to Puck.

"You're amazing."

Sam looked up, caught off guard. He felt a red blush spreading around his cheeks.

"You are too," he said shyly.

The rest of the afternoon they just lied on the couch, watching some tv and cranking up about Rachel's text messages who almost declared war for not being at Glee practice. When dusk set in, Puck grabbed to phone to order some pizzas. Half an hour later the doorbell rang and he took the food from the delivery-boy, while paying him.

"Finally!" Sam uttered, "I'm starving!"

"Seriously? After what you've put down at breakfast? Dude, you've got serious issues," Puck responded playfully.

"Shut up! You know I have a big appetite!" he laughed.

Puck grinned, took a slice and sat down on the couch.

"Wanna play a game?" Sam asked after half a pizza.

Puck got a devious smile on his face.

"Not that kind of game…" Sam sighed.

Puck pouted and put up big, puppy eyes. Sam chuckled.

"You're impossible."

Puck gave him an arrogant gaze.

"No, seriously now, dude. What'ya wanna play?"

"Truth or dare…"

The naughtiness returned on Puck's face again.

"…But without the dare," Sam finished his sentence.

"Okay," Puck shrugged.

"Name a spot where you really want to do it one time," his boyfriend said.

Puck almost choked in his pizza, looking at the boy stupefied. They hadn't even gotten to actually doing it and now Sam wants to know where he'd wanted to do it someday. It's not like Puck hadn't wanted it though, but as soon as he went too far down his boyfriend's back, he would shoot him down. He always said some girly thing like: "It's too soon."

"Well…?" Sam asked curiously.

"A public restroom," Puck answered in full honesty. Now it was Sam's turn to almost get killed.

"Why would you want that?" he coughed.

"I don't know," Puck shrugged, "I just feel like it."

Sam nodded.

"Your turn," he said.

Puck thought for a while to come up with a good question.

"Avatar or me?"

Sam laughed out loud.

"You can't actually make me choose between those two!" he uttered.

Puck gave him a gaze full of triumph. He already felt good at this game.

"You," Sam answered after a moment of silence, "but only because you are real!"

Now it was Puck's turn to laugh at him, but he was satisfied with the answer.

"Are you straight, bi or gay?" he heard Sam ask.

"What the hell is it with you and all those personal questions?" Puck almost yelled.

"That's the fun of the game!" Sam responded, "this is an amazing opportunity to find out all the dirt about you!"

Puck slammed his own forehead when he realized they were probably going to play this game the whole evening.

"I'm straight," Puck finally answered. He saw a look flashed through Sam's eyes that he couldn't quite channel.

"What about you?" he asked quickly.

"I don't know," Sam sighed, "I guess I just fall in love with persons, not depending on what gender they are. Blaine says that makes me pansexual, but I really don't like all the labels."

"Then why the hell did you ask me to put a label on myself just now?" Puck drawn out.

"Sorry, you can't ask two questions in a row," Sam chuckled. Puck locked his arms in front of his chest and gave him an angry gaze.

"Weren't you mad when I told you I talked with Blaine about my feelings for you?" Sam asked.

Puck thought about it for a moment, trying to remember that moment.

"No, I wasn't, because you needed that to actually admit your love for me," he smiled dumbly.

Sam grinned at him and his mind went back to that moment…