Authors notes: I don't particularly know where I'm going with this story, so I'm letting my imagination lead the way! Just a short update:3
No beta. All mistakes are 100% mine and I'm sure you'll find a few!
"What am I gonna do? I need...I feel so...Puck I'm so scared." Sam and Puck sat on the edge of Puck's bed, Puck had his arm wrapped around Sam's arm as he comforted his best friend.
"It's okay, dude. I'm thinking. Everything's gonna be fine." Puck tried to reassure his friend, his free hand placed on his chin.
"Thank you, for being...here." Sam whimpered.
"I'll always be here." Puck smiled. "Where are your parents staying again?"
"At my grandma's, my mom's mother" Sam spat.
"Guess you don't like her?" Puck chuckled.
"No way. She's so bitter, and mean. She smells so funny too." Sam looked at Puck with wide eyes while pouting his bottom lip, showing his inner child.
"That's kind of like every old person I've met." Puck laughed softly.
"She's like super racist." Sam widened his eyes a little more and slowly shook his head.
"Again, like every old person I've ever met dude." Puck laughed again.
"And she's homophobic. She's mean to her cat because she thinks he's gay." Sam told him with a straight face. Puck burst out laughing. "It's not funny."
"Sorry man" Puck slowly caught his breath doing everything in his power not to laugh again. "Hey, I got an idea." Puck removed his arm from his friend's shoulder and rubbed his hands together.
"What?" Sam gave Puck his full attention.
"Okay, so Brett offered you a job, right? So, you can come pool clean with me! Some of the cougars give major tips dude, and I know that we can find another way to get some cash! You got brains...no...we both have smokin' hot bodies man." Puck was now stood pacing, making far too many hand gestures for Sam to keep up with.
"Stripping...dude I don't think I ca..." Sam began
"Stripping?...Stripping! Dude you're a genius, we both have hot bodies, we can sing, play guitar." Puck grabbed Sam's head in both hands and kissed his forehead. "SUZIE!" Puck shouted.
"Suzie?" Sam asked, trying his best to keep up.
"I clean her pool, she's like 55 or something. She runs that strip club, what's it called? On the outskirts of Lima...dream somethin'?...DREAMBOYS!" Puck shouted.
"Slow down! What are you talking about?" Sam cocked a brow, very confused at Puck's rambling.
"Okay, so you don't like dear ol' Granny right? Stay at my place, we can so school in the day, clean a few pools and then work nights at Dreamboys. Awesome, right?" Puck beamed. Sam burst out laughing.
"Me, Sam Evans, a stripper? Dude I couldn't be a stripper! Who in the right mind will want to watch me take my clothes off, shit willingly pay to see it?" Sam stood, finding this highly amusing.
"Take off your shirt." Puck ordered.
"What?" Sam was now even more confused than before.
"Take it off." Puck ordered again, this time Sam obeyed him, taking off his shirt. Puck grabbed his hand and dragged him to the full length mirror and stood behind him.
"So what?" Sam asked.
"Dude, you're hot. You got awesome hair, a hot body, nice eyes...you're perfect." Puck told him. "Now, stop putting yourself down, okay? It sucks man."
"I-i...uh...thanks." Sam was lost for words.
"Now, get your shirt on. We're making a late night stop to see ol' Suzie at Dreamboys." Puck smirked.
"Puck I don't know about this." Sam played with his hands nervously as they pulled into a parking space outside of a large club with big, red neon letters reading 'DREAMBOYS'.
"People who work here leave this club with at least 200 dollars a night if my research was right. Imagine what you could do with that money. You get to entertain smokin' hot, mature women and get money for it. It's not like you're turning to prostitution, it could be worse. It's easy money man!" Puck give him a reassuring nudge. "Trust me, okay? Let me help you."
"You're going to be with me, the whole time?" Sam asked, searching for Puck's eyes.
"Of course, man." Puck smiled. He pulled out his blackberry phone and called someone. "Hey, I'm outside. Wanna let the bulldogs down so I can come in? Okay, bye." Puck hung the phone up and got out of the car, Sam followed. Within seconds, a tall, thin, brunette woman appeared at the door, she was wearing a long, white dress, she wasn't wearing much make-up, showing her age.
"Mr. Puckerman." The woman smiled, shaking Puck's hand. "You must be Mr Evans." Sam smiled and shook her warm hand. "Please, boys. Come inside." They boys followed her passed the bodyguards at the main entrance and they made their walked through a short hallway before they came to a door. Suzie opened the door and led the way through a crowded room full of women, throwing money at a young man on the stage. Loud music vibrated through the room, causing Sam's ears to feel funny. The room was very, very big. It was dark with only a few red lights highlighting certain places of the room, but there were multiple spot lights on the man dancing on the stage.
"Sorry, excuse me, sorry." Sam repeated as he pushed his way past groups of women. They came to a halt at a large, steel door.
"Mrs Jones. Gentlemen." A very large framed man greeted as he opened the door for them. They began walking up a wide flight of stairs until they came to the first floor.
"Hello, boys." Suzie smiled, Sam looked into the room to see around 7 men seated in front of large mirrors decorated with light bulbs on the frame.
"Hey, Suzie." They all greeted her back smiling.
"New recruits?" A man smiled. "Hey, I'm Jack." He smiled, offering his hands to both boys. Sam and Puck introduced themselves and shook his hand.
"Possibly." Suzie smiled. "This way." Sam and Puck followed the woman up another flight of wide stairs until they came to another room. "Take a seat." Suzie smiled, gesturing to a large desk.
"Sweet place." Puck smiled.
"Thanks Puck. Now, how can I help my favourite toy boy?" Suzie's smiled beamed as she lit up her cigarette.
"Does that job offer still stand?" Puck smirked, taking a cigarette from the woman, she offered Sam and he accepted, smiling.
"For you, always." Suzie smiled. "Sam, is it?"
"Uh...yes...yeah." Sam smiled.
"You're both hired." She smirked.
"Really? No interview or...anything?" Sam cocked a brow.
"I owe Puck here many, favours. Did he tell you he talked me out of my abusive marriage? Now look at me, I've never been happier. I'm happily re-married with a man who just adores me." Suzie beamed.
"The other guy was a fucking asshole." Puck grunted.
"After Mr Puckerman beat the man senseless, he was more than happy to leave me with everything to his name." Suzie smiled.
"Wow Puck, that's great!" Sam smiled.
"No biggie." Puck smirked. "When would you like us to start?"
"If you come in tomorrow, I'll have some trainers come in and, well, train you." Suzie laughed. "They pay would roughly be around £500 a night, not including tips."
"Holy fucking shit!" Sam choked on his cigarette. "Are you serious? That's a lot of money."
"Sam, I'm a very wealthy woman and I run the most popular male strip club in a 800 mile radius. My boys work hard for their money, you'll earn it." Suzie smiled, patting Sam's hand.
"Shit..." Sam mumbled in amazement.
"Thanks, Suzie. Really, I really need this." Puck smiled.
"No problem, honey. Now, you boys go home and get some sleep, you're going to need it. I'll see you at 11:30." Suzie stood and have Puck a long, tight hug. "Thank you, so much." She smiled as she squeezed his shoulders. She made her way over to Sam and gave him a long hug. "Good bye, boys." She smiled as she sat back in her seat.
"Later, Suzie." Puck smiled.
"Thank you, I'll see you soon." Sam smiled, they left the club and got back into Puck's truck.
"How you feelin' about this now?" Puck chuckled, as he began driving home.
"Am I dreaming, or is this just a sick joke?" Sam sat back in his seat, trying processing what had just happened.
"This is real man, you're gonna be fine." Puck smiled.
"I need to tell my mom and dad, they're gonna be so happy!" Sam smiled.
"Hold on there, cowboy. You ain't telling your parents you're gonna strip for cash, are you?" Puck cocked a brow.
"No way man, I guess I'm a little stupid but I ain't suicidal. I'll tell them you've hooked me up with a job pool cleaning." Sam smiled.
"Okay, just checking." Puck laughed.
"Can we stop by my grandma's please?" Sam asked, still smiling.
"Sure, dude." Puck smiled. "Where too?"
Sam knocked nervously at the door of his grandmother's house with Puck stood at his side. Puck tried getting out of going with him but Sam insisted that Puck went with him.
"Sammy!" Sam's mother smiled, pulling him in for a tight hug. "Noah, how nice to see you both!" Mary Evans beamed, pulling Puck in for a hug. When she broke the hug they entered the house and walked to the living room. The house was big, it was neat and it was very old-fashioned, on the wall hung a large photograph of Sam's grandmother stood with Johnny Cash in a large pine wood frame.
"Hey, Mrs Evans." Puck smiled.
"Dwight, Sam and Noah are here!" Mary called down the hall.
"Son! Come here!" Mr Evans smiled, pulling Sam into his warm embrace. "Hello, Puck." Sam's dad bumped fists with Puck. Sam found it a little weird that his father liked Puck so much, he was always asking about him.
"Where's Stacey and Stevie?" Sam asked.
"They're sleeping, they only drifted off half an hour ago." Sam's mother replied.
"It's midnight, they're usually sleeping by 9?" Sam said.
"They...they've been really out-of-place here." Dwight informed them both.
"Guys I have great news, Puck's managed to hook me up with a job pool cleaning." Sam smiled, his mother let out a sob and began crying. Sam pulled her into his tight embrace. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"You shouldn't be looking for jobs, Sam. This is my mess." She cried.
"It's not your fault that fucking company fucked us over." Dwight rubbed his wifes back.
"Everything's gonna be okay, mom." Sam reassured her, Puck very obliged to do something to help.
"Sam, any money you earn is yours. We're fine, okay? We have enough to get by." Mary pulled out of Sam's embrace and looked him in the eyes.
"Mom, please. Even Puck can tell you I'll have enough for myself if we split it." Sam told her.
"It's true Mrs Evans. Me and Sam got this." Puck smiled.
"I'm so proud of you, Sam." Dwight stood proudly as he looked into his son's eyes.
"Thanks, dad. But really, this was all Puck's doing." Sam smiled.
"Thank you, Noah. For being there for my prince." Mary smiled, Puck didn't know how to reply so he just smiled.
"It's Puck, Mary." Dwight laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"Noah's fine." Puck smiled.
"You've been such a great friend to Sam, Puck. He comes...came home...smiling all the time, his confidence is at an all time high, he's getting on a lot better. You're not only a friend of my Son's, but a friend of mine." Dwight smiled. Puck's insides were going crazy.
"Wow...I..uh...well, Sam means a lot to me." Puck smiled. "Dude, you're like, my second best friend." Puck joked, nudging Dwight.
"Really, thank you." Mary smiled, moving to hug Sam just one more time. "Would one of you help me in the kitchen? I have a pot of coffee on, if you'd both like one?"
"I'll come." Puck looked at Sam and his father and decided to leave them to talk.
"Coffee, Sammy?" His mother smiled, weakly.
"Sure, mom." Sam smiled. Puck's dad waited until Sam's mother and Puck left the room.
"Sam, we need to talk." Dwight sat down on the couch and Sam joined him.
"What is it, dad?" Sam asked curiously.
"Have you told Puck how you feel about him?" Dwight searched for Sam's eyes.
"What? Dad, I'm not...gay?" Sam's heart began beating faster and faster.
"Sam, you're my son. I know you, and I love you. I always will, no matter what." Dwight took Sam's hands into his own. A tear fell down Sam's face.
"Dad..." Sam completely froze.
"I love you, son. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. I am so, so proud of you." Dwight smiled.
"I love you too, Dad." Sam hugged his father. Sam and his father managed to speak for five minutes before His mother and Puck entered the room, with Puck carrying a tray with 4 mugs of coffee.
"I'm sorry for keeping you for so long, boys." Mary smiled. "Tell your mother I'm very sorry for keeping you out so late, and I'll call her tomorrow. Be safe." Mary smiled, hugging both boys.
"Bye Son, bye Puck. Drive safely boys." Sam's father waved both boys off as they got into Puck's truck and began driving down the road.
"Man, I'm so beat." Sam yawned.
"Me too." Puck smiled lazily.
"Straight to sleep tonight?" Sam asked.
"Yep." Puck laughed.
"Good." Sam laughed. "You know, my parents adore you."
"I love your parents, man." Puck smiled.
"Me too." Sam smiled. They drove back to Pucks in comfortable silence and Sam drifted off, it was only a ten minute drive.
"Sam...Sam...were here." Puck nudged Sam's arm.
"Okay." Sam smiled lazily before opening his eyes and getting out of the car. Ms Puckerman opened the door before they got to it.
"Hey boys. You look tired" Ruth smiled.
"Hello." Sam smiled.
"Hey, ma." Puck kissed his mother's cheek.
"Where did you boys go?" Ruth asked, closing the door when they were in the house.
"My grandmas, to see my mom." Sam smiled.
"Mary's gonna call you tomorrow." Puck added.
"Okay sweetie. You boys need anything?" Ruth smiled, Puck looked at Sam and he shook his head.
"Nah, we're good. We're gonna hit the sack now, I'll see you in the morning." Puck smiled, before climbing up the stairs.
"Good night." Sam smiled, quickly hugging Ms Puckerman before following Puck upstairs. Puck locked the door once they were both in the room and they began stripping down to their boxers.
"I'll get the light." Sam smiled, flicking the switch before climbing into bed next to Puck.
"Night, Sam." Puck smiled.
"Night, Puck. I can't thank you enough, you know, for everything." Sam smiled.
"It's okay man," Puck smiled, he shifted to he was facing his friend. "Sam?"
"Yeah?" Sam replied, opening his eyes.
"I know that knows not the great time, but...when I kissed you, do you regret kissing me back?" Puck's curiosity got the best of him. Sam let out a long sigh.
"No." Sam looked straight in to Puck's eyes.
"Me neither...what does this mean?" Puck looked afraid and he looked into Sam's eyes.
"I...I don't know." Sam was now fully awake.