Authors note: I just had to update after seeing Amy-Violet's review. It really got me motivated. Thank you for your awesome words, you're great! Anywho, hope you like this chapter ;)

Also, I pictured Joe as Joe Manganiello, If you don't know how he is then look him up! :)

No beta. All mistakes are mine, and I'm positive you'll find a few!

"Cum with me..." Sam panted, still rubbing Puck's erection. He picked up the pace and slightly squeezed Puck's cock. Puck groaned at the squeeze, they were both so very close.

"I'm close, Sam" Puck breathed heavily, rolling his hips in sync with

"N-now." Sam roughly moaned, he gritted his teeth and threw his head back as he came all over his hand, he pumped himself a few more times to get the last few drops out. Puck quickly joined him, roughly moaning something like 'fuck', but it was barely audible. They both just sat in awe, breathing heavily.

"Wow." Sam smirked.

"Your fucking mouth man" Puck chuckled. "The things you do with...wow. Are you sure that was your first time?"

"Yep." Sam smiled with pride.

"You're amazing." Puck smiled, kissing Sam with an intense passion.

"No, you are." Sam's smile went from ear to ear. "We should clean this up before it dries in." He let out a chuckle.

"I think there might be some tissues and shit at the bar. I'll grab some." Puck stood and ran over to the bar and returned with some damp tissues and some dry ones.

"Thanks." Sam smiled as Puck handed him some tissues, he quickly began scrubbing a few drops of cum that landed on his shirt. "We should get back now, we haven't got long until we're on."

"Okay." Puck replied, they zipped their pants up and dumped the tissues into the bin on their way out. "Wait." Puck grabbed Sam's hand just as he began opening the door. "Thanks." Puck smirked.

"You're welcome." Sam smirked, he turned and opened the door.

"Ladies and Gentleman, the moment we've all been waiting for. Please welcome, White Chocolate and Thunderbolt!" Suzie announced, clapping her hands together. The crowd began roaring and screaming as Sam and Puck emerged on to the stage wearing bandanas around their heads. They wore wife beaters with unbuttoned shirts on top and baggy jeans. They took their places on stage and waited for the music to start.

'Hot in, so hot in here! So hot in, hot, oh!' Sam smirked over at Puck and nodded his hand, brushing his shoulders off.

'With a little bit of, uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh, just a little bit of, just a little bit of, just a little bit of, just a little bit of.' Puck smirked back, lower his body to the ground as he pointed toward the crowd.

'I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious, flirtatious, trying to show faces, I'm waiting for the right time to shoot my steez you know, waiting for the right time to flash them ki's, then I'm leaving, please believing, oh!' Sam sang, he pulled his shirt off and threw it in the crowd, there were a few faces Sam recognized from last time, and there were at least a hundred new people there. The room was packed with people, it really boosted Sam's confidence.

'Penthouse, roof top, birds I feeding, no deceiving, nothing up my sleeve and, no teasing I need you to, get up up on the dance floor.' Puck ripped his wife beater off and slung it in to air, leaving his shirt on.

'Give that man what he asking for, cause I feel like busting loose, and I feel like touching you, uh uh, and can't nobody stop the juice, so baby tell me what's the use? I said.' Sam and Puck joined each other in centre stage, smirking at each other.

'It's getting hot in here, so hot, so take off all your clothes, I am, getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off, It's getting hot in here, so hot, so take off all your clothes, I am, getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off'. Puck and Sam sang together, Sam ripped his wife beater off and swung it around in his arms, Puck did the sam with his shirt. On cue, they both chucked their shirts into the wild crowd, they dropped to their knee's at the front of the stage flexing their muscles while people put money in their boxer shorts waist lines, people who couldn't reach threw money on the stage like there was no tomorrow. People began throwing bras and underwear at them, Sam cringed when a bra hit him in his eye.

'Uh, uh, uh, let it hang all out!' Puck screamed, both teenagers seductively pulled their trousers down and kicked them to the sides. They continued the rest of the routine, dancing and singing around the stage. They weren't the only dancers that sung live, but they were by far the best. They ended the act with stage dives, both boys were being groped left right and centre, Sam giggled as the crowd passed him round as if it were shown and tell. They finally got back to the stage and grabbed the rest of the money, Sam and Puck looked around the room to see almost everyone half-naked. The rowdy crowd began chanting for more.

"Let's hear it for the boys!" Suzie shouted into her microphone, the crowd began screaming. Sam and Puck bowed, winked and smirked at the crowd before exiting the stage.

"Holy shit!" Sam winced as he examined the size of his body, he saw a bruise already forming from where someone had pinched him.

"Shit man, that stage dive wasn't a good idea." Puck wiped sweat from his forehead as he checked out Sam's bruise.

"Animals." Sam chuckled and shook his head, the got back to the dressing room.

"Hey guys." Sam smiled at the group of boys, they all smiled and said hello back to the pair.

"Hey man, you guys killed it out there!" One man smiled, he must have been at least 27, he was gorgeous though. Puck noticed he head long-ish brown hair, a rugged beard and he was very muscular, but not too muscular. He took Pucks hand in his, pulled him close and patted his back, he done the same with Sam.

"Thanks, man." Puck smirked.

"Thanks." Sam smiled back.

"Not bad for teenagers." The broad man smiled. Sam cocked a brow, to work here you have to 21 or something, and no one had ever asked them their ages so Sam panicked. "Chill man, I started stripping when I was 17, now I'm 27 and a very rich man." He laughed. "How old are you guys?"

"I'm 18, he's 17." Puck replied, he knew that everyone else knew they were young, so he wasn't particularly bothered by it.

"You're both real talented." The man smiled. "I'm Joe by the way, I don't think we've been formally introduced."

"I'm Sam. Sam I am. And I don't like Green Eggs and Ham." Sam smiled childishly, finding himself hilarious. Puck shook his head and laughed.

"I'm Puck."

"Just Puck?" Joe laughed.

"It's Noah Puckerman. But people just call me Puck." The mohawked teen shrugged.

"You don't look like a Noah though." Sam nodded.

"If you boys are interested in learning some new routines and stuff, I'd be happy to show you." Joe smiled.

"Hey, thanks man." Sam smiled.

"That'd be awesome." Puck smiled.

"Where, you know where to find me." Joe smiled, looking around the room before leaving.

"He wants you." Sam nudged Puck playfully.

"No he doesn't." Puck laughed.

"I think he wants us." Sam laughed.

"I'm a hot jew and you're a hot...beiber look-a-like." Puck laughed. They showered up and went back to the dressing room with the group of other men.

"Mr Puckerman, Mr Evans." A farmiliar broad body guard appeared in front of them. "Suzie's in a very important meeting, she sends her apologies. Here." The man handed them some envelops before nodding and walking away.

"Thanks." Puck called out.

"Thank you!" Sam called after him.

"You ready to go home?" Puck smiled, placing the money he'd collected from his underwear and the stage into the envelope.

"Yep." Sam stood and stretched out, Puck got up and they said their goodbyes to the other men and left.

"Do we have any cool ranch doritos left?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, check the bag." Puck laughed. "Dude, other than rabbit food, is that all you eat?" Puck laughed.

"Rabbit food?" Sam cocked a brow.

"Salad man." Puck chuckled and shook his head.

"Shut up." Sam laughed.

Puck stretched out before slumping back in his chair next to Sam in the choir room, he and Sam were both drifting in and out of sleep.

"Boys!" Mr Schuester shouted. "What the hell is going on?"

"Wha..what?" Sam quickly shot up in his seat wide-eyed as he searched the room for Mr Schue. Puck however, still had his eyes closed and his arms were protectively wrapped around his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Puck?" Mr Schuester called, with no response. Mr Schue grabbed the cymbals and made his way next to Puck, he separated his hands and bought them together in one, loud bang causing everyone to cover their ears.

"What the fucking fuck!" Puck shouted, jumping from his seat. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Puck furrowed his brow and placed a hand on his racing heart beat before sitting back down.

"Boys, what is going on? You've been sleeping all the time, other teachers have complained about your lack of attention, you've been falling asleep in almost every class..." Mr Schue was very worried and Puck felt bad for falling asleep.

"Look, we'll talk to you after class." Puck lowered his voice and tried to whisper to Mr Schue.

"Okay boys." Mr Schue patted Sam and Puck's arms before walking back to his place in the room. Finn said something that caused Quinn to laugh, but no one heard.

"What you little school girls laughing about?" Puck growled, it was one thing to be aggressive, but another to be tired and aggressive.

"None of your business." Quinn muttered.

"Whatever." Puck sat back in his seat. "God that bitch makes me want to light myself on fire." Puck whispered to Sam, unable to hold it in, Sam snickered into his hand.

"Mr Schuester, I really can't concentrate with those two clowns laughing or snoring at the back." Finn complained.

"Dude, you sound like a 12 year old girl." Mike muttered.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Chang?" Finn spat.

"Boys! I don't know what is going on between all of you, but you need to save it for another time." Mr Schuester shook his head.

"See you at football practice." Puck muttered to Finn, who was sat two rows in front of him. He nodded at Mike to thank him for stepping in.

"That's it for today boys. I like the aggression, we need it!" Coach Beiste called to the team who were scattered around the football field.

"Yes Mrs coach Beiste, sir!" Sam flashed a goofy smile.

"Yes coach!" The rest of the team simply replied, they all began walking toward the building.

"God what a douche." Finn muttered to Dave Karofsky.

"Who?" Karofsky muttered.

"Evans, he's like a child man." Finn shook his head.

"Leave the kid alone man, you've already stole his chick." Karofsky liked Sam, everyone on the team did.

"Not that it bothered him, he's a fag." Finn spat.

"You're the douche." Dave shook his head.

"Who's a fag?" Puck interrupted, walking behind the pair with Sam and Mike and some other boys each side of him.

"Finn here thinks Sam Evans is a fag...oh hey Sam." Karofsky turned his head to see Puck wasn't alone. "Finn's on his meriod."

"What's a meriod?" Sam pushed the hurt aside for a second.

"A period for boys, Sam." Mike told him, Sam's mouth turned to shape the perfect 'o'.

"Holy fuck! Do boys get those?" Sam's eyes widened and he had a look of pure horror on his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Finn growled.

"Don't talk to him like that." Puck furrowed his brow and gave Finn a glare.

"You're supposed to be my friend, Puck. You've changed," Finn shook his head.

"Dude, you're the one who's been awol. You're being a fucking asshole to Sam lately with no excuse. You are the one who's changed." Puck barked.

"My girlfriend screams that losers name every time we have sex...fuck!" Finn hit his head in his palms, the whole of the football team laughed at him.

"Enough boys." Puck called out.

"You know what? Why don't you and your little butt-buddy get off this field and out of my face!" Finn shouted.

"Butt-buddy?" Puck had a look of pure destruction on his face

"You heard what I said." The whole football just stared at them.

"Neither of them are gay, Frankenteen." Mike spat.

"I'm not a fag. I never will be gay. I could wear a dress to school and still be the straightest guy in Lima." Puck spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed at the large teen.

"Dude, I'd be more concerned that your girlfriend thinks of me when she's fucking you." Sam laughed, Finn lunged at Sam but he was pushed straight to the ground by Puck.

"Cool off, Finn." Karofsky stepped in, Finn stood.

"You're no friend of mine, Puckerman." Finn spat before walking away, the team continued walking past nodding toward Karofsky, Puck, Mike and Sam.

"That's why he's being a jerk." Mike shook his head as the small group slowly continued walking.

"You okay, man?" Karofsky asked Sam.

"Yeah...sure." Sam nodded, he definitely wasn't okay.

"Don't let him get to you, we got your back." Dave patted Sam's back and smiled.

"Thanks." Sam nodded, pouting his lips to one side.

"Sam, you've been quiet all day. You barely spoke a word to me in Spanish class or when we were cleaning the pool. What is up with you, man?" Puck asked as he threw his bag down to the floor.

"Nothing." Sam replied. "We've got tonight off, right?"

"Yeah...something is up and I want you to tell me what it is, now." Puck crossed his arms.

"I'm gonna stay at my Grandma's tonight, you know see the family for a while." Sam replied, grabbing some of his clothes and throwing them in to his overnight bag.

"What? You hate your Grandma?" Puck was now even more worried than before. "Have I done something? What have I done?"

"Nothing." Sam grabbed his bag and left the room.

"Dude, it's raining outside." Puck followed him down stairs.

"I have my car." Sam replied bluntly, seeing as Puck's mother and sister weren't home yet he was happy to make a scene. He opened the front door and unlocked his car which was parked in front of Puck's house, Puck grabbed his arms and forced him to stop dead in his tracks and look him in the eyes.

"Puck..." Sam shook his head, it was raining so much Sam's hair was almost already soaked.

"Tell me what I've done, Sam. Please." Puck pleaded.

"You know what you've done." Sam let a tear roll down his face, knowing it would be disguised by the rain.

"Tell me." Puck begged.

"You said you weren't a 'fag', and you never would be 'gay'...how could you be so...inconsiderate? After what we've been through. Not to mention that word actually hurt a few other jocks, because god only knows we aren't the only gay members on McKinley High football team." Sam broke down, although the tears were being disguised by the rain, you could tell by his voice he was crying. Puck's jaw dropped to the ground.

"Sam...I...I'm sorry." Puck dropped Sam's arms from his hands and slung them in the pockets of his jeans.

"You said that you wouldn't care what people thought of us. You said you liked what we had." Sam sobbed.

"Sam, please...I'm so sorry. I can fix this, I promise." Puck let tears stream down his face, not caring if any of his neighbours saw or heard the duo.

"I can't do this. I can't fall in love you with you if you're not ready to be with me." Sam was not very, very emotional. His words were just about audible.

"Let me fix this, I'll tell everyone...I don't care what they think, Sam please." Puck begged, Sam lowered his head so he was looking the ground.

"Look, I've already told my Mom I'd be over soon. I'll see you in school, Puck." Sam got in his car and quickly drove off, leaving Puck stood in the pouring rain. When he knew he was well out of sight, he pulled over and his emotions take control.

Puck's hands were trembling as he opened the front door to his house. He walked straight to the bathroom, locked the door, undressed and got in the shower. How did this all happen? Yesterday, they were kissing and they had their first sexual experience, and now...Sam's gone to the last place on earth he wanted to be. All because Puck cares too much about his reputation.

"I'm gonna fix this." Puck swiped at his tear-filled eye and looked determined. But how? He washed his body and what tiny amount of hair he has before going to his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of clean boxers and went and sat in the kitchen. His mother was already there.

"Hey, sweetie. Where's Sam?" Ruth smiled.

"He's at his Grandmas for the night." Puck told her as he seated himself. "Where's Sarah?"

"She's staying at a friends for the night." Ruth smiled, she noticed her son's blank facial expression and she just knew something was wrong. "What's up honey?"

"Mom, I have something to tell you." Puck's voice was barely a whisper.

"What is is baby?" She sat next to her son and rubbed his back.

"I...I think I'm in love with Sam." Puck choked back the tears.

"Oh honey." Ruth pulled her large son in to her warm embrace. "Does he know?"

"You're not...you're not like, mad at me?" Puck whispered.

"Why would I be? It doesn't matter who or what you love, you're my son and I love you." Ruth gave Puck a reassuring squeeze.

"I love you, so much ma." Puck rested his head on his mothers shoulder.

"I know honey. I think I already knew, me and Mrs Evans had a little bit of a hunch." Ruth chuckled.

"Really?" Puck looked up at his mother.

"Of course, you're my son and I know you pretty well." Ruth smiled. "So what's going on with Sam?" She asked, stroking her son's head.

"Sam knows how I feel...he feels the same way. Or at least he felt the same way. I think I've ruined it ma." Puck was comfortable talking with his mother about things, she was his biggest supporter.

"Then how are you going to fix it?" Ruth asked, smiling down at her son. It was moments like these why she never had any regrets about leaving Puck and Sarah's good-for-nothing father and getting a full time job. She loved her son and her daughter, more than anything.

Mr Schuester quickly paced down the halls of McKinely High on his way to Glee Club.

"Schuester! Hold up." Puck called, catching up with his teachers.

"Hey Puck. Whats up?" Mr Schue asked.

"Can I sing something today?" Puck asked.

"We have quite a lot planned for today..." Mr Schue studied Pucks face for a second. "Okay, sure. But we need to hurry, we're already 10 minutes late." They hurried off to Glee Club and settled in.

"Okay guys. Puck's got a song for us today. Go ahead, Puck." Mr Schue smiled. Puck sat down on a stall by the piano and adjusted his guitar strap. He looked around and spotted Sam, his nerves suddenly calmed and he kept his focus at the back of the room, avoiding looking at anyone.

'Time, is going by, so much faster than I, and I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with you. Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside, so I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you. So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...' Puck began singing and strumming his guitar, now he was focusing on playing his guitar and singing, he wasn't nervous any more. He knew this would all be worth it in the end, or at least he hoped.

'You're never gonna be alone, from this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall...you're never gonna be alone. I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone. And now, as long as I can, I'm holding on with both hands, 'cause forever I believe that there's nothing I could need but you, so if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...You're never gonna be alone, from this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall. When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on. We're gonna see the world out, I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.' Puck ended the song, he stood and smiled as his peers applauded him.

"I have something to say...I'm gay." Puck just came right out and said it, he didn't care. He knew that Sam meant more than peoples opinions. "And if any of you wanna talk about it, I'm all ears. Don't think this is changed who I am. I'm still the same badass Jew with a rockin' body and I'll still kick your asses." Puck smirked, so confident in himself. He walked over to Sam and took his hand in his.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Puck cocked a brow and grinned.

"Yes..." It took Sam a while to respond, his heart was beating so hard he thought it was going to explode. His knee's were weak, his palms were sweaty and he never felt even happier. The whole of the Glee Club stood, cheered and applauded them. Well, all expect for Finn and Quinn, or course.

"Congratulations boys." Mr Schuester clapped his hands and his smile beamed, although everyone was definitely surprised, they seemed happy for them. Or were they?

Songs: Hot In Here - Nelly. & Nickleback - Never Gunna Be Alone.