Finn glances at his Timex anxiously and furrows his brows together in aggravation. He's waiting for Puck (who's about thirty minutes late, by the way) at the Lima Bean for their weekly coffee date only it's a date between old friends, not the kind of date Finn desires.
Finn loves any time he can spend with Puck outside of class and football practice, but he kind of dreads their coffee dates because Puck prefers to spend the entire time talking about girl's he had sex with or girls he intends to have sex with; it's really difficult for Finn to get a word in edgewise especially when he has nothing to offer about the opposite sex.
Finn orders another coffee (he likes his coffee straight black much to the disgust of Rachel and Puck) and as the barista hands him his order, a laughing Kurt Hummel enters through the double doors with a pretty black girl at his side; her name is Mercedes or something like that and she's in his gym class. The duo scoot into an empty booth near the back and Finn, as secretly as he can possibly get away with, examines Kurt. He's wearing a forest green cardigan over a shirt that kind of looks like something he stole from Rachel's closet, except it looks really good on him. Kurt's hair is slicked back and he's sitting how a girl would sit with his legs crossed, his silver studded boots glistening in the lights off the coffee shop.
Finn grimaces as he watches Kurt's dainty movements and listens to the high pitch of his voice. In no shape, form, or fashion does he ever want to be as gay as that but maybe, he could ask Kurt for some advice on how to deal with his sexuality and of course, the crush on his best friend. Kurt would certainly know what to say because as anyone with eyes can see, the kid's obviously very gay.
Finn chuckles nastily to himself because that's honestly the worst idea he's ever had; he barely knows Kurt and what kind of ass just goes up to some random person and starts blabbering their life story? Finn Hudson, that's who. But still, maybe it's not the worst idea…
Someone squeezes his neck tightly and he turns around to find an out of breath Puck smiling at him.
Finn almost moans out loud when he notices how freaking hot Puck looks in a tight black V-neck and a pair of old cargo shorts. His cheeks are flushed and for some odd reason (not that Finn's complaining) his nipples are saying hello through his shirt. Finn bites the inside of his cheek until he can taste a bit of blood and stares into his coffee cup to keep from saying something extremely sexual to his best friend.
"Sorry I'm late, dude. Had a little business to take care of first," Puck says, sliding into the booth. "I can only imagine what kind of business you had to take care of." Puck smirks and cups his hands behind his head. "It's not what you think, asshole. I had to mow my mom's yard and wash her car. She told me I wasn't leaving the house until I did it. Oh yeah, I got something for ya!"
Finn raises an eyebrow and smugly says, "You can keep your gonorrhea, Puck." Puck quickly gives Finn the finger with one hand, and pulls out a wad of cash out of his pocket with the other. "Shut the hell up, Finnegan. Here's your money back. I threw in an extra ten for the last time I borrowed money off of you." He slides the money over and their fingers touch for a moment and it sends a spark through Finn's body and it warms up his whole soul until Puck pulls his hand away quickly, almost sheepishly.
There is an awkward silence that fills the air so Finn says, "This is the first time you've ever paid me back in a really, really long time. I'm blown away." "Just fucking take it, ok? Or put it in a safe place for the next time I need it," Puck replies quietly.
Puck isn't hungry nor thirsty so they sit for and talk for a long time (thankfully, hardwood floors and erections stay off the subject) and everything's going pretty damn good, even if it is just a friendly get together instead of a romantic date. At around three o'clock, Puck stands up and stretches and says that he's going to go meet up with Mike Chang and some other guys for a pick-up game of basketball.
"I'll text you later on tonight, ok? Better yet, get on Xbox live and we'll play some Call of Duty." Finn nods and Puck nods too and ruffles Finn's hair (Finn really wishes Puck would stop that but fuck, it's Puck so he tolerates it) before leaving.
The spark that he felt when he and Puck touched hands is still warming his insides and he's pretty sure it's not the coffee. Fuck, there's definitely something in the air.