Authors Note: Okay, so I'm getting a really bad case of writers block. So, I hope you guys like this chapter, it took a lot of time for me to write.
No beta, I'm aware there are mistakes so there isn't any need to remind me! :)
"I'm sorry, forget it man." Puck closed his eyes and prayed that this would just be forgotten.
"We...um...we should talk about this." Sam furrowed his brow, he mentally kicked himself for speaking out loud, but it didn't stop him. "What does it mean?"
"I don't know. I've never kissed a dude before." Puck briefly chuckled before turning serious again.
"Me neither." Sam kept the same serious facial expression, they sat in silence for a while.
"I've never felt like this about another..." Puck trailed of after realising what he had just said.
"Felt? You feel something for me?" Sam's eyes widened as he looked at the muscular teen laying opposite of him. Puck just stared at Sam, his expression was unreadable. "I feel something for you, too." Sam wasn't sure whether he felt nervous or relieved, but he definitely felt as though a large weight was been lifted off of his shoulders.
"Really?" Puck sat up looking down at Sam, but Sam joined him a few seconds later.
"Is this...like, a phase? Is this normal? I'm not gay, I've never even thought of it before..." Puck began rambling to himself.
"Woah, slow down dude. I'm just as confused as you are." Sam's voice was barely a whisper.
"Where do we go from here?" Puck quickly averted his eyes, afraid to make eye contact with Sam.
"I...I don't know." Sam put his hand on Puck's shoulder and forced him to look at him. "We'll work it out, okay?"
"Okay..." Puck offered Sam a weak smile.
"We should get some sleep." Sam returned the weak smile before laying down again, Puck joined him.
"Sam? Can I try something?" Puck shifted himself so he was resting on his elbow.
"Wha..." Before Sam could finish his sentence Puck had placed a hand on the back of his head and kissed him again. Sam melted into the kiss, relaxing his whole body. He and Puck slowly moved so they sat up, still holding each other, neither or them they never broke the kiss. Sam brushed his tongue along Puck's bottom lip, Puck groaned in to it and opened his mouth giving Sam better access. The kiss was soft and tender, Sam placed one hand on Puck's neck and the other on the small of his neck, softy digging his nails into Puck's back and he played with the scruff of Puck's Mohawk. Sam's actions had butterflies flying wild in Puck's stomach. Puck was definitely enjoying this, it was more than just a kiss, the only time he kissed anyone with such passion was when he was kissing Rachel Berry when he had the hots for her.
"Puck..." Sam mumbled, breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead on Puck's.
"Wow." Puck mumbled, keeping his hands firmly in place, playing with the small of Sam's back while playing with Sam's blonde, soft hair.
"We should really sleep, otherwise we're going to make out all night and die at training tomorrow." Sam chuckled.
"Okay." Puck smiled, he and Sam lay in back down. Sam faced the wall and Puck wrapped his arm around Sam's torso. Sam made a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry...is... is this okay?" Puck quickly moved his arm but Sam grabbed it back, resting his arm on top of Puck's.
"It's perfect." Sam smiles grew brighter, he didn't think it was possible.
"Sam, whatever this is or whatever it might be, can we just take it...slow?" Puck whispered.
"Of course." Sam replied, Puck have Sam a soft squeezed and nuzzled his face into Sam's neck.
"Puck, Puuuuuckkkk" Sam repeated, shaking his friend.
"What" Puck complained, opening his eyes slightly to look at the tall blonde towering over him.
"It's 9am. Your Mom's at work and your sisters at your grandma's house." Sam reminded him.
"What time did you wake up?" Puck asked, closing his eyes again.
"Only 15 minutes ago, I went to the bathroom and saw your Mom on her way out." Sam replied. "I've put some coffee on, it's waiting in the kitchen."
"Awesome, thanks man." Puck smiled, sitting up.
"No problem. I'm gonna take a shower." Sam stood from where he sat at the end of Puck's bed.
"Okay." Puck simply replied, turning so he led on his back. Sam pulled his shirt over his head and left the room. Puck just stayed in the same place for 20 minutes until he heard Sam calling him, he stood and opened the door.
"Puck?" Sam called.
"Yeah?" Puck called back down the hall from his door.
"Dude, I forgot to get a towel. Could you bring me one?" Sam called. Puck agreed and made his way to the laundry room, grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom door and knocked. Sam opened the door a crack and poked his head through, Puck handed him the towel and pushed the door open, throwing a towel if his own in the sink. Sam quickly covered himself with his own towel.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Relax, I need a piss man." Puck laughed, his back turned to his friend as he began emptying himself.
"Oh, right." Sam laughed. "I take it you're gonna shower now?"
"Yeah man." Puck replied, finishing up and putting his penis back inside his trousers. "Hmm. You smell good." Puck smirked, kissing Sam.
"I used your shower gel." Sam laughed, between little pecks, Puck just laughed.
"Okay." Puck broke the kiss. "I need to shower, I smell gross." Puck laughed.
"Dude, I'd lie and say you smelled gross, but that'd be mean." Sam laughed, turning to slowly walk out of the room. "I'll see you in the kitchen." Puck just chuckled and continued to get in to the shower.
"You ready man?" Puck asked the blonde, noticing he was very nervous. Both boys wore basketball shorts and wife beaters, Sam had a small bag full of nutrition bars and energy drinks placed firmly on his lap.
"Yep." Sam nodded his head almost as if her was reassuring himself and not his friend. They were nearly at Dreamboys' and Sam's doubts were getting the best of him.
"Just keep reminding yourself about the money, man! The cash is gonna be so sweet." Puck smiled.
"Money. Money. Lots of money. Money is good. I need money." Sam mumbled to himself. "What if I can do what the dance instructors want me to do, and they just laugh at me?" Sam began biting his nails.
"Dude, you can dance, sing and you've got a hot body. You're gon' be fine, I promise." Puck smiled.
"Okay, I got this." Sam smiled, feeling a little more confident. They pulled into the parking lot, parked up and got out of the car. They silently walked to the door and were immediately granted access.
"You boys must be Mr Puckerman and Mr Evans." A large, frames bouncer smiled before opening the main door to the club.
"Yeah. Thanks man." Puck smiled, walking past.
"Thanks." Sam smiled, following Puck. They made their way to the bar where Suzie sat.
"Hey, Suzie." Sam smiled, shaking her hand.
"Hey, pretty woman." Puck smiled. "Where we doing this?"
"Hello boys. You're right on time, I've had the personal trainers set up in the rehearsal studio upstairs. Come, follow me." Suzie wore a pair of jeans, plain white t-shirt and she had her hair pulled into a simple, neat pony tail. She dressed casually compared to the glamorous dress she wore the night before. Sam almost didn't recognise her. They followed her up the familiar flight of stairs and came to a room. Suzie opened the door and introduced everyone.
"Okay, I'm trusting you gentlemen to have my boys all trained. They need to know the numbers to 1,2,5 and 9." Suzie smiled at the dance instructor's before turning back to Sam and Puck. "Good luck, boys. Remember, you're being trained by the best and only the best. I look forward to seeing you on stage at tomorrow night at 9:30." Suzie smiled before leaving the boys to get on with their training.
"Oh fuck. Fuck." Sam mumbled.
"What's up man?" Puck asked.
"We have to start tomorrow night, how the fuck are we supposed to be trained by then? How are we supposed to remember and perfect all of those dances by tomorrow night?" Sam began pacing.
"We got this man. We might actually learn something if you stop rambling and pay attention." Puck smirked before giving the instructors his full attention. In front of Sam and Puck stood a tall man with brown hair, he was tall and muscular, he obviously had danced for years. There were two other men, one blonde and the other had ginger hair. They weren't as tall or muscular, but they certainly were handsome.
"Okay boys, lets start simple." The largest man smiled.
After a whole day of training, Sam and Puck spend all night practising and rehearsing their dance moves as much as they could before a short man called them and told them to be ready in five.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to welcome our newest dancers, White Chocolate and Thunderclap!" Suzie stood in the centre stage wearing a beautiful tight-fitting red gown, exposing perky cleavage. Sam and Puck earlier discussed her having a boob enhancement. When she had finished speaking, everyone in the room stood and yelled and wolf-whistled as Puck and Sam waltzed on the stage. They both wore sweat bands on both wrists and one on their heads. Sam and Puck both wore tight-fitting wife beaters and loose gym shorts, carrying dumbbells. They both had microphone headsets on their heads. Sam dropped to the floor and began doing push-ups while Puck effortlessly began lifting the large dumbbells in his arms and he began singing.
'Call on me, call on me , call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me , call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, I'm the same boy I used to be'. Sam got up and stood next to Puck, both boys ripped the shirts in one effortless tug from their oiled bodies and flexed their muscles, throwing them into the crowd. Puck then dropped and began doing push-ups with one arm on his back while Sam effortlessly lifted the dumbbells.
'Call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me. I'm the same boy I used to be.' Puck and Sam both stood, ripping off the gym shorts exposing very tight boxers, the bold outlines from both of their junks' had nearly everyone jumping and throwing money on the stage. Puck smirked over at Sam who was bathing in all the attention, he was a little nervous when they first went on the stage but he soon warmed to the attention.
Puck and Sam took in turns singing chorus', dancing completely in sync with each other. Sam and Puck both waltzed to the front of the stage and dropped to their knee's, leaning back resting their hands above their heads, moving their hips in rhythm with the music. Puck began flexing his pecks and abdomen. Sam couldn't flex his pecks so he just flexed his abdomen, both singing the last versus together all the while. Both boys smirked, nodded and winked at each individual that placed money in their tight boxer. They jumped up and moved backwards. Puck dropped to the floor doing more push-ups keeping his eye on the men and women screaming at the duo, Puck loved the attention just as much as Sam, even if he tried he wouldn't be able to wipe the smirk from his face. Sam picked up both of the heavy dumbbells and sat on Puck's back, who was still doing push-ups. The crowd went crazy, Sam just lifting dumbbells with his legs crossed on Puck's back while the strong, masculine teen just effortlessly lifted him like it was no big deal. Sam got off of Puck and began seductively rubbing his body and Puck quickly joined him, rocking their bodies with the rhythm. The music ended and both boys stood on the stage completely flabbergasted when everyone was applauding them begging for more, they were even more shocked when security had to remove a man from the stage because he had climbed up and tried groping both of the boys. Sam and Puck took a few bows and blew kisses into the audience before picking up what felt like an endless supply of money and exiting the stage.
"You boys were amazing! Well done! I'm so proud of you both!" Suzie gave both Sam and Puck long, tight hugs before running on to the stage and introducing the next performer. As they walked back to the dressing room Jack walked past wearing a police officers outfit.
"The crowd went fucking wild, you guys were awesome." Jack smiled, Sam and Puck got to speak to him more today, getting to know him better. He was pretty cool.
"Thanks man." Puck smiled.
"Thanks, officer." Sam laughed. They got back to the dressing room, and Puck removed the sweat bands from his wrists and head and flung them around the room. Sam simply removed his and placed them neatly at his dressing table.
"I need a shower, my skin is so oily that if I fell over now I'd probably just slither away. I think I'm actually turning into a snake." Sam laughed.
"Me too." Puck laughed, they grabbed the provided towels and their own shower gels' and took showers in the club before getting dressed. When they were clean and dressed they sat at their dressing tables and began counting the money.
"Holy fuck, Sam..." Puck mumbled.
"What is it?" Sam left all the counting to Puck, he saw a look of pure shock on Puck's face and got worried. "What, Puck?"
"Dude, this is like £500. We have more than £500." Puck's facial expression changed to a huge smile from ear to ear.
"Are you joking? Don't fuck with me." Sam was now the one frozen with shock.
"When we split it, we're gonna have over £260 each, and that's not even out pay." Puck smiled, pushing a pile toward Sam.
"W...wow." Sam was lost for words. As if one cue, Suzie emerged into the dressing room.
"Boys! You were excellent." Suzie smiled.
"Thanks." Puck smirked.
"Th...thanks." Sam was finding it very hard to form any words.
"Now, after seeing how well you boys worked together, I've decided to make you the main attraction. Each night you can work a show together, of course that's if you both want too. You've left the crowd so riled up they're eating Jack alive out there." Suzie was trembling with excitement.
"Really? Are you serious?" Sam asked.
"Of course. You boys were amazing. I knew as soon as Puck called and arranged to meet that I wouldn't regret any decisions." Suzie beamed. "Here." She gave the boys a white envelope each. "£600 in each. Well done, boys."
"But our pay is only £500?" Puck cocked a brow.
"Like I said, you boys will earn it. And you did. Congratulations." Suzie smiled before leaving the room.
"Pinch me." Sam just stared in front of him, Puck chuckled. "Seriously, I've got to be dreaming right now. This can't be real. Pinch me." Puck laughed and pinched Sam's arm. "Ouch!"
"This is real, man." Puck smirked.
Puck lazily slung his arm over his alarm clock and began repeatedly banging it, but with the luck. The annoying beeping sound irritated Puck more than anything, he resting his weight on his arm, he picked up his alarm and threw it with as much energy and strength that he could muster. The alarm hit the wall hard, and shattered into thousands of pieces. Sam jumped up at the noise.
"You scared the fucking shit out of me man." Sam groaned, his voice low and rough.
"That piece of fucking shit gets on my nerves." Puck complained, his voice was also rough, he began sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Sharing a king-sized bed with Sam wasn't bad, he was so used to waking up with someone next to him.
"Dude, do you always smash alarm clocks?" Sam laughed, noticing that it was the alarm clock he threw.
"Only on Mondays." Puck laughed. "I'm so fucking tired."
"Same, last night was crazy." Sam remember coming home, removing his clothes so he was in only his boxers and dropping to the bed and falling asleep almost instantly, Puck did the same.
"Easy money man." Puck smirked. They continued their morning routine of showering and dressing and met in the kitchen. Puck entered the kitchen to see Sam sat at the table drinking coffee and eating breakfast, Puck's mother had a plate of food and a cup of coffee waiting for Puck opposite Sam.
"Noah honey, that wasn't another alarm clock I heard being smashed this morning. Was it?" Ruth placed a hand on her hip and cocked a brow at her son, he looked up and offered her a strained smile. "Noah, every Monday? Really?" She shook her head before turning back to her own cup of coffee and taking a sip.
"Ma, it's drives me insane." Puck pleaded, looking at his mother pouting his bottom lip.
"I understand it's annoying honey, but every single Monday?" Ruth laughed.
"You weren't joking? You were serious about doing it every Monday?" Sam cocked a brow and laughed.
"Oh he's being serious, every Monday. I've even started buying new alarm clock's every weekend." Ruth chuckled softly.
"Ma, where's Sarah?" Puck asked, with his mouth stuffed with bacon.
"She's not feeling well, she's been feeling sick. She's gone back to sleep. I need you to carry her to the car so I can drop her off at Grandma's on my way to work." Ruth smiled.
"Awh," Puck tilted his head sympathetically. "Sure thing, ma." They continued to eat the rest of their breakfast in silence. When they finished Puck cleaned both of the plates and all three coffee mugs.
"I'll go grab Sarah." Puck smiled.
"Okay sweetie. Your lunches are on the side." Ruth nodded towards two brown bags on the surface.
"Okay." Both boys smiled. Sam grabbed the lunches and opened the door to Ruth's car while Puck carried his sleeping sister and placed her in the passenger seat.
"Ma, I can't do her belt." Puck complained, as he fiddled with the seatbelt.
"I got it honey." She kissed Puck's cheek and gave same a tight hug. "You have a good day at school, boys." Ruth smiled before getting in her car and driving off down the street. Both boys climbed into Puck's truck and began their journey to school.
"Puck, the thing with my parents...can we keep it between us?" Sam asked sheepishly.
"Of course, man. I ain't gonna tell anybody anyway." Puck smiled. They stopped at a red light at a dead junction and Sam took the opportunity to kiss Puck. Both boys melted into the kiss before Sam broke it off.
"Green light." Sam laughed.
"Fuck." Puck laughed, and began driving again.
"Is it okay if we stop by my Grandma's to see my parents after school?" Sam asked, Puck knew he wanted to give them some money.
"Sure man. We got a pool to clean after school, then we'll go to job number two." Puck shook his head and laughed, he offered his hand to Sam who took it and held it tight.
"I can't thank you enough." Sam had spent most of the time thanking Puck recently, but Puck didn't really understand why. Sam thanked him as if Puck was smug about helping him, like he was holding it against him. Puck saw the constant thanking unnecessary.
"You don't have to thank me, we did this together." Puck smiled, he took his hand back and changed gear before pulling into the school car park. He drove around and reached his usual spot. No one parked there, everybody new that's where Puck parked. Sam and Puck left the car and began walking into school, flashing their seductive side smirks to a few girls and nodding at a few familiar male friends.
"Mr Puckerman, care to answer the question?" Puck's history teacher called out to Puck, who slouched back in his chair at the back of the room tapping his pencil on the table. He wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around him, so he was pretty surprised when his name was called.
"What?" Puck asked bluntly, cocking his brow at the teacher.
"One of the main causes of World War 1 was an assassination. Who was assassinated, Mr Puckerman?" The teacher placed a hand on her hip and gave Puck a smug look.
"Well, it was the assignation of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, he was the Archduke of Austria. His wife, Sophie, was also assassinated." Puck shrugged. His teacher's facial expression went from smug to stunned in a matter of seconds. He knew a lot about history, but he chose not to let that side of him show very often, but right now he'd rather look like a total geek before being embarrassed in front of his peers.
"Wow. Big jock actually knows something. You can run back to your trailer and tell good ol' momma that you actually learned something." Jordan snickered. He was head of the swim team. The jocks and the swim team had a lot of tension recently because Principle Figgins' cut the swim team's budget so the jocks could have new equipment.
"Maybe if you just admitted your parents are cousins, people would stop making fun of your learning disabilities." Puck laughed to himself, a large majority of the classed all egged Puck on.
"Burn." Mike Chang smirked, high-fiving Puck who was in the seat behind him.
"You're nothing but a jock fag, Puckerman." Jordan muttered. Puck's facial expression went from a smirk to stone.
"What?" Puck stood clenching his jaw and fists, Mike stood firmly behind him ready to step in and have Puck's back if things got ugly and turned in to a fight, and Mike had a feeling that it might.
"That is enough boys!" The teacher shouted.
"You heard me, you think being a jock makes you special? You're nothing but a lima loser. Wouldn't surprise me if you were a fag, like the other nerds on the Glee club." Jordan stood, toe to toe with Puck. Each time he said the word 'fag' puck felt his blood boil.
"Hey, when did your Mom tell you that your birth certificate was on apology from the condom factory?" Puck laughed in the boys face. Jordan clenched his fist and pulled his arm back, lunging it toward Puck. Puck smirked as he caught Jordan's fist in his hand. He twisted his arm and head-butted him. Another boy from the swim team tried tackling Puck, but before he could Mike had him to the floor.
"STOP IT, BOYS! STOP!" The teacher yelled, multiple students stood on chairs and desks trying to get a better view while chanting and screaming 'fight, fight, fight' repeatedly, many people were recording. Puck punched the boy in the face and with a loud crunch, he hit the ground. Puck turned and before he could see it coming Jordan came up and hit him in the face with a chair.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Puck screamed, he rugby tackled the boy to the ground and repeatedly punched him in the face, a few other jocks tried pulling Puck away but they had no luck. Mike was now towering over the other boy from the swim team, the boy had managed to stand and kicked Mike while he was down, but Mike got up and punched him in the face, while the boy clenched his nose Mike took a few steps back and jumped into the air, he extended his leg and hit his target, the boys chest, before the boy fell to the floor unconscious. With every swing Puck took at the boy on the floor, blood splutter landed over his white t-shirt. Mike ran over and, successfully, pulled Puck away.
Everyone began running from their seats in the classroom to the one opposite classroom when the history teacher ran into the other history lesson in hysterics demanding help from their male teacher. Tina, Mercedes, Sam and Rachel ran across to the other room to see Mike pulling Puck from a boy on the floor. Puck and Mike stood and walked toward the door, everyone quickly scattered around making sure they weren't in the way of the duo, afraid that they might get caught in the wrath of Mike and Puck. Puck didn't see Sam when he walked out of the door, he just had his head down as he and Mike made their way down the corridor. Mike could still feel his body shaking from the adrenaline rush he had just experienced. The members of the Glee club who were present followed Mike and Puck and they pushed open a fire exit and walked outside.
"Your hands are bleeding, you're covered in blood and your head...ouch!" Sam cringed just looking at the cut on the back of Pucks head. "Holy shit, Mike your eye, what happened in that classroom?" Sam asked everyone's unspoken question, both Mike and Puck were being touched by their friends on their wounds and bruises, Tina clung to Mike's side as if he'd just survived a car crash.
"Oh, Noah, Mike...you both look so hurt." Rachel said sympathetically. "Your head looks pretty bad too, Noah. That must really hurt."
"I look hurt? Babe, most of this isn't my blood." Puck sat on a bench with his legs spread resting his elbows on his knees as he wiped Jordan's blood from his face. Sam wasn't sure whether he was turned on or worried, probably both.
The song was 'Call On Me - Eric Prydz'.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! All reviews are appreciated. :3