A/N: Prompt from an anon, who provided the first two sentences. Thanks!
Sam couldn't believe it. He hated the loose skin on himself, but on Zizes, wow, Puck officially had some competition.
It had all started at Rachel's party, after his kiss with Brittany and before everyone had passed out. Yup, following Puck and Mercedes into the farthest away part of Rachel's downstairs' room, near the washing machine Brittany had been perched upon earlier that evening, he'd been pretty cool. But as soon as Lauren had sat down, himself sinking down across from her, Sam had been caught.
She was so fierce and dominant, loud and certain, that Sam had been barely able to stand it. Why weren't they still playing Spin the Bottle? he'd thought, staring at her every chance he'd gotten, leaning forward and making sure she'd noticed whenever he was, smirking that smirk he knew would accentuate his dimples. No, instead, they'd started playing Truth or Dare, and though exciting, especially when Puck admitted he'd had a wet dream about Miss Pillsbury, Lauren rolling her eyes and giving her boyfriend her middle finger, it hadn't given Sam the chance he'd found himself wanting.
Sure, Lauren had given the barest hint of a smile when Sam mentioned he liked Doritos, and another when Sam had laughed, lifting his hand for a high five after Lauren performed the whole theme song for Kim Possible without faltering, but it still hadn't been enough.
When he pressed a new drink into her hand, however, having been paying attention when she'd mentioned that she liked the sweeter things more than the things designed to sear her throat, she'd quirked her eyebrows up, over her glasses, and looked at him for what seemed to be the first time. Lips curling up, he'd allowed his fingers to stroke along hers, and he could swear the faintest hint of pink had risen on her cheeks.
"Hi," he whispered the next time they came into contact, about an hour after Truth or Dare had ended, and, "Hi," she stared at him, suspicious, over the rim of her drink.
"Having fun?"
"Maybe." Running her finger along the rim of her red solo cup, Lauren cocked her head. And, before Sam could think of anything else to say, she added, "You're a sophomore, aren't you?"
Sam balked. His own drink halfway to his mouth, he blinked. "It's just a matter of my birthday," he stated slowly, frowning; no one had ever made a fuss about it before. It was strange, but, maybe, there was something in her already knowing it…?
Lauren hummed, dropping her head to look at him from over her glasses. "I'm seventeen." Her eyes moved to look at Puck across the room, speaking to a giggling Tina. "So is he."
Clenching his jaw, Sam forced himself to nod calmly. "Almost sixteen." Coughing, swallowing, he bit the rim of his drink. His teeth glanced along the plastic.
"Hmm." Lauren's fingernails tapped the cup. She looked him up and down.
Keeping his mouth shut, Sam sucked in his gut. Though he knew Lauren couldn't see his abs under his shirt, he couldn't help himself from trying to aid his cause, and, honestly, it took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop himself from running his fingers through his hair.
The girl's eyes glanced down anyway. "Nice to talk to you," she smiled without actually doing so, amused as she shifted away to shuffle off towards Puck, "But there's someone I need to see about giving me the jerky I left with him before."
Sam raised his hand. "You too," he answered, watching her take her place at Puck's side, palm slowly dropping, still managing a toothy smile when she looked back at him. "I hope you enjoy that jerky," he muttered.
No. Sam couldn't believe it. He hated the loose skin on himself, but on Zizes, wow, Puck officially… He frowned deeply, crossing his arms… Had some competition.