Finn's on his way to his second period art class when he sees Rachel by the soda machines, motioning excitedly for him to come over. When he reaches her, she links arms with him and begins to lead him in the opposite direction.
"Hey, where are are we going? Class starts in five minutes." Rachel beams and tugs on Finn's arm. "I figured we both could use a break from our respective classes today and grab a bite to eat downtown. Besides, I'm not sure my theatre class has anything else to teach me; I'm sure I very well could teach them."
Finn raises an eyebrow at Rachel and says, "Rachel Berry wanting to skip class? Now I know the universe is off balance." He gently unlinks his arm from hers and leans down to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I would love to get out of this place for an hour or two but Mr. Salmon has a new project assignment to give us in art and I can't miss it."
Rachel throws up her hands in the air and snaps, "The first time in my life I actually decide to break a few rules and you reject me! Shame on you, Finn Hudson!" She turns and exits out of the building into the student parking lot. She really needs a man, Finn thinks as he begins his original trek back to his art class. But then again, don't we all.
The only people that occupy his art class are those who were thrown into it by way of messed up class schedules and those who aspire to be famous artists one day after they graduate. Finn falls into the category of not wanting to take art but had no choice due to his schedule yet so far, he actually kinda likes it.
Mr. Salmon isn't some boring crony that makes them go over a thousand slides on art history and makes them use crayons and color pencils instead, he lets them make neon colored pottery and sculptures out of copper wire. Finn hurries into his classroom and takes his seat just in time for Mr. Salmon to start explaining the assignment. When he's finished, Finn is more eager for a silly art assignment than he has ever been in his life because now, it gives him an opportunity.
"You've got to draw a detailed picture of someone's fucking hands? I am so glad I chose study hall over art," Puck scoffs as he carefully rolls a joint on the floor of his bedroom.
"It's not too bad," Finn disagrees, handing Puck his treasured lighter. Puck rolls over on his back and lights the joint, inhaling deeply for a minute before muttering, "Now this is the life. Smoking weed and listening to Zeppelin." While Puck is lost in his smoke induced haze, Finn carefully examines Puck's hands from his spot on the bed. Puck's calloused hands are always in motion whether he's biting his nails during an algebra test, flicking someone off, or unbuttoning a girl's blouse, much to Finn's aggravation.
"I can't believe you're actually gonna do that shit. Why?" Finn shrugs and shakes his head vigorously when Puck offers him the joint. "Because it's our assignment and it seems like it'll be fun."
"Well just don't use me as your fucking subject, ok? Find that Rachel chick and use her if you want some man hands for your sketch." So there goes the idea of using Puck's hands as his subject. Those beautiful, rough hands that can build a birdhouse in carpentry class or stroke Finn's face gently in a dream.
"What are you talking about? Rachel has pretty hands." "How would you know? You finally popped her cherry or something?" An awkward silence ensues (those silences have been happening a lot lately) until Finn mutters,"Oh shut the hell up. You know we're just really good friends."
"Whatever you say," Puck says, before turning up the volume on his stereo. Finn senses in Puck's voice when he mentions Rachel and Finn's fictitious romantic relationship. Disgust or jealousy, perhaps? Whatever it is, it's very interesting.