Chapter six – Forget you

Sam shocked as he heard Puck finish his sentence. It actually irritated him that he wasn't the one telling Quinn. He was the one having a hard time with telling her and now Puck just blurted it out like that.

Quinn's face immediately turned mad, surprised and confused at the same time. A silence fell down on the three of them as she tried to indicate the thing she just heard.

"You guys are… Dating?" she asked, still without any grasp on the situation presented to her.

Puck and Sam nodded at the same rhythm.

"What the…?" it seemed that the words finally came through to Quinn, but Puck actually scared when he saw she was getting angry. It was probably the only thing that terrified him, an angry Quinn.

"How long?" she simply asked. Puck swallowed.

"Two months…"

"Who else knows, but me?"

"Glee…" Sam whispered.

"Everyone?" she asked rhetorical, "and not one of them told me?"

"Only because we said they shouldn't," Sam wanted to blow his own brains out when he heard himself say that. Nice way to make things better, idiot.

Puck saw Quinn wasn't angry anymore. She was getting furious.

"Haven't you guys embarrassed me enough the last two years?" she started screaming, "firstly, one of you almost made me have a Mohawked baby – thank God is was a girl. Secondly, the other one dumps me so that he could be with the biggest slut of the entire school. And now this?"

Both Puck and Sam were looking at their feet, nervously fiddling their hands. They were prepared for Quinn being mad, but that she would be this angry, neither of the two boys were expecting that.

"I think I've set a record here," she continued, "getting pregnant and dumped by two gays."

Puck clenched his fists when he heard that last word leave Quinn's pretty mouth.

"As I said, we weren't out to hurt you," Sam said softly. Puck could see little tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"No, but you were selfish enough to go through with it," Quinn smiled sarcastically.

Something snapped inside of Puck. Though Quinn may be his best friend, that sentence crossed the line. His thoughts immediately went back to when Sam told him his parents said the exact same thing to him three days ago. And now someone told him this again.

"Look, Quinn," Puck stood up, "I know this sucks for you and as Sam said, we weren't out to hurt you. But for you to say we're selfish? Can you even begin to imagine how hard this all is for us? We've almost taken as much crap in the last three days as you did this last year. With Sam's parents and all…"

"What about his parents?" Quinn's face turned serious and she looked at Sam.

Puck took the blonde's hand and squeezed it.

"They kicked me out," Sam explained softly.

Puck saw flashes of hurt going through Quinn's eyes. It was probably because she knew what it felt like, just when her dad kicked her out when she told her parents she was pregnant.

"Sam, I'm so sor-"

"I know," Sam interrupted her, "it sucks…"

"Where have you been staying the past few days?" she asked caring.

Puck secretly found it amusing how Quinn's moods could so easily swung. The girl was clearly self-absorbed, but if she recognized the slightest resemblance in another person, she grew warmer. It was almost like she was looking at a piece of herself and taking the opportunity to help. It must feel like she is helping herself.

"At Puck's," Sam answered.

Quinn's gaze went to Puck and he nodded.

"My mom's out of town, so we didn't have to explain anything to anyone."

"What did they say to you?" the sound in Quinn's voice turned down, remembering what her own parents said when she told them.

"That it wasn't normal and that I've ashamed them," Sam answered quietly, "they said I was only thinking about myself."

The blond girl nodded understandingly.

"So, what are you guys gonna do to fix this?" Puck feared that question might come up.

"We don't know yet," Sam responded. Quinn gave a quick look to Puck and he shrugged with a guilty look on his face.

"Well, I'm sure you'll come up with a solution," she smiled comfortably, "and if you need help, you can always turn to me."

Puck smiled a little when he heard her say that.

"But I'm still mad," she add, "not about you being… Together. But for keeping me in the dark for two months."

The boys nodded, forcing themselves to not show their faces which were being pulled into a tiny smile.

"Good. I'm gonna go now, I really feel the urge to taunt Santana and Brittany about not telling me," she had a devious, playful grin on her face when she left.

"Wow, that was one hell of a conversation," Puck said when they were sitting in his truck.

"Yeah," Sam responded.

Puck gave him a quick gaze off the road and a strange look.

"Something wrong?" he asked, knowing Sam wasn't the one-worded person.

"It's just…" the blond boy bit his bottom lip, "I don't like the way you just blurted it out to Quinn. I told you how hard this was going to be for me, because I still feel guilty about dumping her last year."

"Yeah, I know that, but it was my idea to tell her and Quinn is kind of like my best friend, just like Santana's yours," Puck said.

"I know…" Sam said quietly, his eyes turning to the side-window. He laid his head against it and felt the cold freezing his thoughts.

The rest of the afternoon and the first hours into the evening Sam spent by laying in Puck's bed. The conversation with Quinn had almost brought him back to feeling the same way as when he stood on Puck's doorstep. He hadn't heard from his family for three days now and he was already starting to feel homesick. Stevie and Stacy's faces just kept flashing through his mind and he missed his little brother and sister like hell. He started wondering what his parents might've told them to keep them from questioning about Sam not being with them. Maybe his parents just avoided the questions from them or, even worse, they turned them against him. A cold rush went through his body and he pulled his knees further up against his shivering body. He tried to numb his feelings, but instead, he started to feel guilty at Puck. The boy had offered his home to him, but Sam only thought about going back to his. Although Puck was being very kind to him, he also felt angry at him for not having come up with a solution for the whole debacle yet.

Sam got pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the door quietly opening. Puck sat down next to him and laid a hand on his back.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

Sam shook his head.

"How are you feeling?" the Mohawked boy continued.

"Awful," Sam answered softly, "like nothing is right."

Puck sighed. He hated hearing his boy was feeling like shit, but he just had no clue what to do about it. Most of the time they would just talk about it and then it was better, but now Sam wasn't interested in a conversation. Puck just wanted to pick the boy from the bed and make him laugh again, but he'd probably only make him mad for appearing insensitive.

He stood up again to take of his clothes, making himself ready for bed. Sam instantly felt lonely again when his boyfriend left the room to brush his teeth. He didn't feel like talking, laughing or being held. He didn't feel like doing anything. He just wanted to drown in his thoughts, with the safe feeling of Puck near him. But instead of telling him this, he was just pushing him away.

Puck came back from the bathroom and laid himself on the other end of the bed, covering himself under the sheets. He would love to give the blond boy a goodnight kiss, but he didn't have the courage to do so. Instead, he just mumbled a "sleep tight" and turned off the light on his nightstand. Sam didn't hear him, because he was already back to being captured inside of his own mind.

That night Puck couldn't sleep. He turned every fifteen minutes, desperately trying to get comfortable. He guessed his body wasn't used to already being in bed at this time on a Friday night. He usually was hammered at this hour, clubbing with some kids of the Glee Club or drinking with a girl at his place, trying to get into her pants. It was probably the most awful first night of the weekend he had in a long time. He opened his eyes, for the sixth time in two hours, and turned his head to Sam. He could distinguish the boy's muscled back slowly going up and down, probably already sleeping. Puck couldn't stand feeling this way. Sam was feeling like a mess and there wasn't much he could do about it, except for holding him, trying to make him feel safe inside his home.

He turned over and got his mouth close to the back of Sam's head.

"Please, let me hold you, Sammy," he whispered.

Sam still had his eyes open as he heard those words. His mind brought him close to crying, so he nodded affirmatively.

Puck's mouth got pulled into a small grin when he noticed the blond boy's movement. He swung his arm around his waist, the other going under Sam's head. He laid his own head above Sam's and kissed his hair softly. Sam tightly grabbed the hand he felt lying on his stomach. He turned closer to Puck as a comforting feeling flushed over him. His mixed feelings about his home, the confession to Quinn and about Puck eased and he quickly closed his eyes, grabbing the moment to get some sleep.

Puck smiled when he heard the boy under his head making soft snoring sounds. He kissed the blond hair again and saw his vision getting smaller, finally letting his body rest.