A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed/read/favorited this fic. Much appreciated.
Finn lets out a loud and contented moan as he steps into the steamy shower, the warm water rushing down his aching body in a continuous burst that he's fucking grateful for. He's got sacked more times today in practice because it appears his team wanted to watch the Cheerio's new dance routine more than play football.
Finn's lost in a trance (he's managed to transport he and Puck to a deserted island where they feed each other mangos and build amazing sand castles) when he hears the locker room door swing open and a heavy bag hit the linoleum floor.
"Hey Finnegan, you in here?" Finn groans quietly and turns down the pressure on the water. While the idea of he and Puck standing side by side taking a hot shower is absolutely enticing as hell, he won't be able to explain the raging hard on that's taking up half of his shower stall. Upon hearing Puck enter, Finn turns awkwardly towards the wall and begins shampooing his hair.
"There you are! I was wondering where the fuck you disappeared to after practice! I was looking for you," Puck says, turning his water on full blast and stepping out of his boxer shorts. "You were?" Finn asks, sounding a bit more hopeful then he intends. Puck slathers some Old Spice soap on his chest and replies, "Yeah, I wanted to ask you if I could borrow 20 bucks. You know, the pool cleaning business isn't doing as great since it's like, September now so I'm low on dough." Finn's heart sinks and luckily, so does his erection. He turns to face Puck, purposely averting his eyes from Puck's lower body. In fact, it's hard to keep his eyes even on Puck's face since his eyes are always so fucking smoldering and Finn barely knows what smoldering means, he just knows it sounds and looks sexy.
"Why do you need 20 dollars?" "Zenadaya and I are going to the movies tomorrow night. I would only ask for 15, but fuck, the movies are expensive nowadays." "Is Zenadaya your girlfriend now or something?" He doesn't mean to sound so bitchy about it but he can't help it and there are reasons for that. Puck laughs harshly and shuts off his water and begins to dry himself off with Finn's oversized Captain America towel. "Fuck no. She's just another Santana and she's ok with that. I buy her food and take her out, and then we have sex. Nothing to it. So Finnegan, can I have the money or not?"
Finn shuts off his own water and forces a smile. "Sure man, take whatever you need. You don't have to pay me back either. I just ask that you stop calling me Finnegan." Puck's signature grin flashes across his face (Finn knows it well because every time he sees it, his heart begins to melt) and he gives Finn the thumbs up.
"Man, what the fuck would I do without you? Thanks a lot and trust me, we'll do something this weekend. I promise." Promises, promises, Finn muses as he watches Puck take at least 60 dollars out of his wallet.
On the way out of the gym, Finn sees a horde of his teammates tossing a seemingly calm Kurt Hummel into an overflowing dumpster filled with tuna surprise, Big Slurpee cups, and some other strange shit Finn can't identify. His teammates laugh as Kurt lands in the dumpster with a thud and proceed to drive off in their respective Hummers, F-150's, and Jeeps.
For a second, and only for a second, Finn ponders the idea on whether or not he should lend Kurt a hand. But no, he decides against it. He's climbing the social hierarchy at William McKinley slowly but surely and he intends to stay there. Besides, if that's going to happen to him if he ever decides to let the world in on his little gay secret, he's better off playing the straight game.
He takes the long way so as to avoid the dumpster and as he does so, his phone begins to ring. It's Rachel of course, because who the fuck else would it be? "Hey Rach," Finn answers. "What's up?" "I'm at the mall Finn, and I was thinking you should meet me here because I saw a sweater in Old Navy that would look absolutely fabulous on you!" She sounds so excited that he feels bad about what he's about to say next.
"It's bad enough that my mom still tries to dress me but I'd rather you not. I don't want to wear any sweater with cows and chickens square dancing on it." Rachel huffs in the background and Finn kinda feels bad (like he knew he would) because Rachel's taste in clothes isn't always so horrible. Ok, well that's definitely a lie. "Besides, I don't have any money."
"You had approximately 60 dollars in your wallet this morning. I checked." Finn stops to sit on the curb in front of the school and waits for the late bus to come pick him up and take him home along with some other sophomore and freshmen football players who don't have cars. "First of all, why were you in my wallet? Never mind. Anyway, I gave it to Puck. He needed it." "Oh I'm quite sure he did. The price of condoms and lubricant is going up these days and he's got to have a full stock for the winter." Finn, in spite of himself, laughs; Rachel, when she's not being a control freak bitch, can actually be pretty funny.
She sighs loudly through the phone and says sharply, "Can't you see he's using you, love? You're always so nice to him so he takes it for granted. You really should-," "Goodbye Rachel. The bus is here, gotta go." Before she can utter another word, he hangs up. Whatever Rachel thinks about Puck is her opinion but Finn has his own ideas about Puck.