Chapter five – Rumour has it/Someone like you

"Can you even imagine we already went to second base on our first date," Puck laughed, "I think I'll never forget the look on Blaine's face when we told him that."

"I know right!" Sam grinned.

"But no, Sammy," Puck's face turned serious again, "I could never be mad at your for telling Blaine. I even guess we kind of owe him."

"I think we already settled that when he walked in on us that time in the locker-room…" I said with an enjoyable look on my face.

"You could practically see his boner through his sweatpants," Puck started laughing again.

"This is nice…" Sam said when the laughing died. Puck smiled softly.

"Yeah. I told you we would have no drama today," Puck could choke himself for reminding Sam of how bad things actually were. Luckily, Sam only grinned thankfully and pressed a kiss on Puck's lips.

"Wait! Wait!" Puck uttered desperately when his boyfriend pulled away, "I want more of that…"

Puck and Sam were both lying in Puck's bed again, this time, only wearing boxers. Sam had buried his face in Puck's neck, their hands quietly playing on Puck's stomach.

"We still have to tell Quinn…" Puck said after a while.

"I know," Sam whispered, an ominous feeling went through his body when he thought about that, "I'm still surprised she hasn't found out yet."

"I feel ya, bro'," Puck agreed, "you can probably say the New Directions are friends after all."

Sam nodded, reminding himself of the fact that everybody already knew about him and Puck, but that it never left the choir room. And it never got to Quinn. Though, he and Puck had to foreseen Blaine telling Kurt. And Kurt telling Finn. Who told Rachel. Who told Mercedes. Who told Tina. Who told Mike. Who told Artie. Who told Brittany. Who told Santana. But surprisingly well, they all understood they shouldn't tell Quinn. Even Santana had kept her mouth shut, except for some threatening once in a while when she didn't got her way.

"We should tell her tomorrow," Puck suddenly suggested.

Sam gave him a wide-eyed look.

"Are you sure? I mean, it will be a hell of a talk…"

"I realize that," Puck responded, "but we'll have to do it eventually and tomorrow is the perfect opportunity. It'll be on a Friday, so she will have the entire weekend to let it sink in."

Sam nodded, thoughtful.

"That's true and personally… I don't think things could get much worse…"

Puck ran his hand through Sam's blond hair when he smiled at him with a sad look in his eyes.

"Thank you," Puck smiled.

"It's okay," Sam said.

"Hey, don't worry!" Puck uttered, shaking the boy in his arms, "You know I always got your back, Sammy."

A shiver ran down Sam's spine when he heard Puck use his pet name. He only called him that when he was being protective and trying to make him feel safe. He pressed his lips against Puck's, really trying to show his gratitude.

"You wanna go again?" Puck asked after their kiss.

Sam laughed out loud.

"Seriously, do you ever get enough?"

Puck shook his head, looking at him with big, puppy eyes.

"Oh, don't do that. I really hate it when you do that," Sam lied, "it kind of makes you gay…"

Puck's mouth fell open because of disbelieve.

"What the…" he muttered.

Then, he started poking into Sam's sides, which made his boyfriend's body spasm. Puck continued and two seconds later, they were rolling around the bed.

"Puck!" Sam laughed, "K-knock it off! Go f- yourself!"

"What did you just say to me?" Puck asked threatening. He got the blond boy down on his back, holding his hands in a tight grip. Sam put his head up a couple of times, trying to kiss the Mohawked boy. He couldn't reach him though and if he almost would, Puck would turn his head away.

"Promise me you won't ever call me that again!" he hissed.

Sam looked at him with a strange face, Puck actually looked angry.

"I promise," he whispered.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Puck started grinning and pressed a deep kiss on Sam's big mouth. After pulling back, he laid himself comfortable on the boy. Sam pulled the sheets over them, while trying to figure out what just happened.

"So, are you ready?" Puck asked.`

"Yeah, I guess," Sam answered.

They walked down to the choir room of McKinley High, their shoulder nervously bumping into each other. Sam took a deep breath while he walked into Glee Club. The whole crew was already there, except for Quinn. Puck locked the door behind them to quickly inform the rest of the gang.

"We are telling Quinn today," Sam announced when Puck joined his side. The tips of their fingers softly touched a couple of times.

"Are you serious?" Rachel asked excited.

"Yeah, are you serious?" Santana repeated with an arrogant undertone, "you know our head-cheerleading blondie is gonna get furious."

"Lay off, Santana," Puck rolled his eyes, "Quinn maybe hard to read sometimes, but she's still our friend. I'm sure she'll be fine with it."

Puck wasn't truly convinced by himself, but he tried to appear like it for Sam. He knew his boyfriend probably already had trembling knees at this point.

"You have got to be kidding me," Santana sighed, "are you really that stupid? Let me break it down for you…"

Puck felt his heartbeat grow faster.

"…First of all, my dear, dear Puckerman," sarcasm sounded in her voice, "you're the one who got her knocked up two years ago. Remember the mess she was after that?"

The Mohawked boy sighed, like he'd already forgot about that.

"But then," Santana continued, "our precious, little Trouty Mouth came around, instantly flirting with Quinn. He was the reason she started to trust guys again, but then, he also broke her heart, shattering the last bits of her self-esteem."

"Hold it right there," Sam jumped in, "you were the one who made me break up with Quinn, so that you could make Brittany jealous."

The dark haired girl immediately stood up, walking towards Sam. Puck clenched his fists as a preparation. Santana got close to Sam's face and spoke in a vicious tone.

"Listen carefully, Froggy Lips, if you blurt out that sentence one more time, I'm gonna go all Lima Heights on you. Or do I already have to remind you that you actually haven't told to Quinn yet, so that I can make this one way more difficult for you." She glanced at Puck and Sam swallowed his dry throat.

"Good," she smiled, patting Sam's check.

The door went open and Quinn stepped into the room. Like it was practiced, every single person in Glee Club started talking to each other, making it seem like nothing was going on. Even Santana laughed out loud at Sam and Puck, as if they just made a real funny joke. But when she sat down on her seat again, she couldn't resist to throw one last threatening look at Sam.

Sam didn't bother though. He knew Santana and the fact that she still acted along with them, only showed her kindness towards Sam. He was just being a jerk by getting all worked up about what Santana said. She was only being real and Sam's reaction was out of line. He had learned that when he was 'dating' the girl. She appeared like a bitch most of the time, but if she likes you, she really has your back. You just had to look very carefully for her small acts of friendliness.

When practice was over she whispered a 'good luck' into Sam's ear and Finn and Mike clapped Puck on his back when they left the room.

"Quinn, could you stay here for a moment," Puck asked when he almost saw her walking out of the door along with the others. She turned smiling.

"Sure Puck, what's up?" she responded, while walking back to the guys.

"We… We need to tell you something," Sam said.

"Okay…"

"First of all, we'd like you to hear us out…," Sam started.

"…And don't start throwing stuff or something," Puck jumped in.

"Second of all," Sam continued sighing, "we never meant to hurt you."

"Just tell me what's wrong, guys," Quinn said, "you're kinda freaking me out right now."

"That is not our goal," Puck responded immediately.

Sam sighed again at Puck's clumsiness, but Puck didn't care. Quinn was actually one of the most important persons in his life. Having a baby together kind of makes you band, you know.

"I guess, Puck," Quinn said with a confused look on her face, "now say what you want to say, so I can get out of here."

A silence fell. Puck looked at Sam and Sam looked at Puck.

"Quinn, we…" Sam started nervously.

"…We're dating," Puck finished, taking Sam's hand.