fic: Dude, You're Huge! (7/?)
Title: Dude, You're Huge
Part: 7/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: up to Season Two, Episode Four - "Duets"
Summary: Sam and Finn go to Kurt's birthday party where things get a little out of control.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,926
For the next couple of days, Sam and Finn stayed pretty chaste for two horny teenage boys. Sam was still freaking about almost getting caught, and Finn daren’t try something that would push Sam further into his paranoia. Thursday and Friday were pretty busy days as it was, with football practise, extra glee meetings and then of course their actual classes which were hard enough without all the other pressures school provided. Sam did his best to stay out of the way of the rest of the jocks, avoiding anymore slushie facials because once a week was enough for anyone to take. Though he did almost take one for Rachel, but he didn’t get across the hall fast enough. She sadly seemed to get them the most. There was definitely something undignified about attacking a girl half your size, something he would never do. Sam was forced to witness Finn being slushied, having to restrain himself from beating down every single member of the football team for it.
Once the last class on Friday ended, they had a short glee club meeting which consisted of Kurt practically threatening everyone to go to his birthday party the next day. Everyone wearily agreed, most because Puck told everyone he would bring alcohol so that helped. Sam rarely drank but it helped him pretend he was having fun. After slowly walking to his car, Sam found Finn standing by it with the biggest grin on his face. They hadn’t planned anything, both of their parents were home so there was no chance they could actually do anything tonight.
“So, you’re coming to Kurt’s party right?” Finn greeted him, watching as Sam loaded his gym back into the trunk.
He had no idea where Finn was going with this. “Ur, I guess. I didn’t have anything else planned. Why? Did you want to do something instead?” He could only hope the taller boy would say yes.
“Can’t,” Sam’s face sunk. “I kind of have to be there because Kurt’s dad is dating my mom. But since we’re both going I figured we can go together.”
“What? Are you forgetting the 13 other people that will be there who don’t know we’re fucking, or whatever we’re doing?” How could Finn not understand that no one can know?
“Oh no, not like that. Well, not that I wouldn’t want to but I meant as friends. I can’t drink so I figured I could pick you up, if you, you know, if you wanted?” Finn was standing at Sam’s open door, leaning on his hand pressed against the frame of the car.
“Oh right. Yeah, sure. I guess. Wait, why aren’t you drinking?” Sam still wasn’t smiling, he was tired and just wanted to go home, and Finn was more than confusing him.
Finn smiled, punching Sam’s shoulder lightly. “Great, I’ll pick your fine ass up at eight.” And without answering the question and walked off to his own car.
“What the hell?” Sam murmured, closing his car door and watching Finn drive off before he set off himself.
As confusing as Finn was being, Sam accepted the fact that he was going to this stupid party and Finn was driving him because for some mysterious reason he wasn’t drinking. Sam didn’t know if he could take watching a drunken Rachel fawn over Finn, or deal with not being able to talk to Finn without it being awkward. I’m going to have to watch how much I drink; lord knows I won’t be able to control myself.
So Saturday came, and Sam was sitting in his room finding something to wear that would drive Finn wild. He had already found the tightest jeans as possible, he was now deciding between a white t-shirt and just a red and black checked shirt. Standing in his room in nothing but a towel, Sam took a quick turn as he heard someone at his doorway.
“So who’s the girl?” His cheery mother asked with the biggest smile on her face, if only she knew.
“No girl.” Sam sighed.
“Why else would you have been standing here for at least 10 minutes looking at shirts?” She was right but it’s not like he could really tell her that he was trying to figure out what would turn Finn on the most.
“Trust me, there’s no girl.” He laughed, picking up the white tee and putting it on. “Wait, you’ve been here the whole time?!”
“A little while.” She laughed back. “Have fun tonight okay?”
“I will, but I should get ready before Finn gets here. Thank you, Mom. And really, there’s no girl. I’m too busy for girls.” …But not for boys. Sam hugged his mother, waiting for her to leave and then closing his door so he could get dressed. He pulled on a pair of blue boxer briefs, Avatar ones, and then slipped the black jeans on - realizing how tight they really were when he struggled to move. At least it’s restricting the blood from my junk. On that thought, his phone vibrated. A text from Finn read: “I’ll be there in a couple seconds.” At that, Sam gave his damp hair quick rub with the towel before slipping on his shoes and running downstairs as painfully as he could in those god damn jeans, which showed his plump ass perfectly. Waving to his father, Sam ran out the door to find Finn only just pulling up with a smile. Jumping into the car, Sam pretended to not notice the obvious gawking Finn was doing.
“Dude, you look…. Let’s just say we may have to take the scenic route to get rid of my boner.” Sam rolled his eyes a little, but he knew Finn was probably being serious. “You ready to get your drink on, man?”
Sam felt Finn’s hand on his thigh a little, reaching his own hand down to hold it slightly. “Not really, just make sure you stay away from me because I will not be in control tonight.” Finn was laughing but Sam was dead serious, he rarely drank for a reason and not to avoid too much fun! “I’m serious, Finn! With you looking like that, and me being me, there’s no way I could keep off of you.”
“So we can’t talk all night to avoid you pouncing on me?” Finn continued to laugh, Sam giving him a hard punch as he drove. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay away as much as possible, then maybe after we can satisfy both our needs.”
“And where do you propose we do that?” Sam’s parents would be home all night, and Finn’s walls were thinner than paper.
“Got a problem with my car, dude?” Finn answered simply.
Sam just burst out laughing, because he knew Finn was being serious. Like they could have sex in the car with Finn’s height and Sam’s need to move so much. “No, Finn. We’re not having sex in here; I don’t wish to recreate the scene from Titanic any time soon.”
“No one mentioned sex… there’s a lot we can do in here.” Finn smirked.
“Finn, we are not -“ Sam began, his voice flooded out by the laughing coming from the boy beside him.
“Fine, okay.” Finn cooled down, pulling the car on the sidewalk just by Kurt’s house. There were a few cars already here thankfully. “Come on, let’s go get you drunk and horny.”
“Already half way there.” Sam smiled, stepping out the car and following Finn to the door. He could already hear the fast paced music before they walked right in, and so it began.
Sam was greeted at the door by Puckerman handing him and Finn a drink, taking both Sam began to drink whatever was in the cup. Tasted like coke, and most likely vodka. A lot of people were already here; Santana and Brittany were on the couch making out, Mike was pretending not to watch as Tina scolded him for it. Puck was staring intently at Santana and Brittany, he was clearly already wasted. He and Finn had already separated, Rachel pulling Finn away the moment she spotted him - begging for him to dance with her. Sam needed to distract himself from staring too much, downing the first cup and beginning on the next and already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol wash over him. Quinn arrived shortly after he did, forcing him to dance with her to a song Sam barely knew. He liked Quinn, she seemed so sweet, considering everything he had heard happened to her last night, and much saner than Sam expected.
After a few more drinks, a couple of shots Puck forced down his neck, Sam He resorted to swaying slightly to the music, laughing as Finn double over the sofa and spilling his drink all over him, all whilst losing a dance off with Mike. Smiling at Sam before heading for the bathroom, Finn was shocked to see the blonde boy enter right after he did and locking the door before locking their lips.
Sam was desperate, he had been watching Finn all night, and he just couldn’t help himself. The taller boy was pressed against the sink, Sam’s large hands ridding him of the soaked shirt then running his hands all over the exposed flesh and then beginning to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.
“Sam,” Finn breathed as their lips parted, Sam sucking at his neck. “Sam, we can’t do this here. Sam.” Keeping his voice low so no one would hear regardless of the blaring music that made even shouting inaudible.
“I thought this is what you wanted.” Sam answered, pressing his lips against Finn once more before he was shoved back by the taller boy.
“No, this, you being wasted, isn’t what I wanted.” Finn spoke, his tone taking a soothing turn. “And definitely not here.”
Sam stepped forward, pressing his hand against the visible bulge in Finn’s jeans. “Are you sure?” Leaning in to kiss him again, Sam felt the large hands on his shoulder push it back but it was harder than before causing Sam to fall to the floor.
“You need to stop, you’re a mess. I’ll get you some water.” Finn kneeled next to Sam, pulling his shirt back on. “I’m sorry, I just. I know you’ll regret it tomorrow.”
Being drunk, and very much reckless, a silent Sam pushed Finn away from him and bolted from the bathroom - shoving past Puck on the way and covering him in the drink he had in his hand. Sam escaped to the front of the house, it was dark now and much colder than earlier, but he liked the cold air on his face although he did not like that it woke him up a little bit to realizing what he had just done. Clumsily sitting on one of the steps leading to Kurt’s front door, Sam cradled his head in his hands and sighed deeply. The music was still pretty loud, he could feel the slight vibrations in the ground - contributing to his lack of awareness that Finn was heading his way.
A thick jacket rested on his shoulders, giving it a quick glance he recognised it as Finn and instantly shrugged it from his shoulders and to the ground. “Leave me alone, Finn.” He murmured as he turned his gaze to the opposite direction of the now sitting boy, feeling a hand lightly touch his shoulder.
“Sam, you’re freezing. Take the jacket, and I’ll drive you to my place. Your parents will kill me if I bring you home like that.” Finn spoke softly, but Sam refused to listen and merely moved up forcing the hand to drop from his shoulder. “Are you really going to ignore me?”
“Are you really going to act like this is just nothing?” Sam answered with a biting tone to his voice.
“No, that’s it. This is everything to me, you’re everything, and I don’t want you to make a mistake and feel the regret tomorrow.” Finn admitted slowly, even a drunken Sam could recognise the fear in his voice as he spoke but even then Sam refused to care.
“If I’m ‘everything’ to you, why aren’t we dating? Why are we having to have random hook ups when no ones looking? Why won’t you just be with me?” Pleading almost, Sam finally turned to Finn and revealed that tears building in his eyes. “I can’t look at you with Berry or Quinn and not feel like crap because I know at some point you loved them, and you won’t even let me kiss you at a damn party!” Shouting now, Sam watched Finn’s reaction as he tore him down. “I just want to be with you, Finn.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that like I don’t care! Don’t act like I don’t want the same. This is hard for me too, Sam. You think I like pretending, hiding my feelings for you whenever we’re not alone? I hate it, and it kills me to see you like this but you’re only making things worse. This isn’t just you, Sam. I’m risking everything too! You think I’m not petrified of my mom finding out? You think I’m not scared to fuck at what people at school would say? Because I am, and I’m ignoring that because you’re all that matters.” Finn couldn’t move, he daren’t touch Sam and the cold was getting the better of him - not to mention how scared he was.
“Then be with me!” Sam pleased.
“Not when you’re like this, not when you’re throwing yourself around like you don’t even care.” Finn answered his voice breaking a little as he spoke.
“Then go.” Turning away again, Sam sniffed and wiped his eyes before returning to face Finn. “Just go!”
At that, Sam watched Finn jump to his feet and head straight to his car. Finn sped away, leaving Sam with what he wanted. His breathing was fast, and hard, the adrenaline from their argument getting the better of him and then he heard a laugh come from behind him. Jumping, Sam found his eyes meeting Puck’s as the wasted boy sat next to him.
“So you and Finn?” Puck laughed. “I knew it, all those little glances in the locker room.” Taking a sip from his cup and then offering the rest to Sam who took it without question and chugged it. “What do you say we see how many balls you can fit in that mouth of yours?” A whisper reached Sam’s ears and before he even thought about it he was pushing himself against the boy, pressing their lips together hard. “In my car.” Puck ordered in between kisses.
Following the Mohawked boy to his truck, Sam registered what he was doing pretty quickly and he didn’t even care. He was so angry that he wanted to show Finn how it felt, he wanted Finn to feel the way he feels when seeing him with Rachel or Quinn.
Puck got in the car first, Sam carefully followed and closed the door behind them. Sam was pulled toward Puck, feeling the boys finger tug on his blonde locks as they kissed hard against each other. He allowed Puck’s tongue to enter after much pressure against his lips. It was harder than Sam had ever kissed Finn, and the drunkness in Sam kind of liked the roughness.
“Sam, are you okay with this?” Puck asked, his breath making up most of the question, unbuckling his own jeans as Sam panted next to him.
“Just, let me.” Was all Sam replied, pulling out Puck’s hard cock and sinking down on it, covering Puck in the heat of his large mouth. He felt Puck’s hand in hair, hearing the sighs of pleasure sound throughout the truck as he sucked down on his member.
“Dayum, Evans.” Puck moaned, bucking his hips into Sam’s mouth a little.
Sam’s sucking was sloppy, his tongue was going wild on the dick, and he was barely breathing through most of it. He was barely even hard himself, though he doubted Puck would return the favour.
It wasn’t long before Puck was moaning and spilling his mouth down Sam’s willing throat. And to his own surprise, Sam swallowed it down before pulling off of the softening cock which Puck was quickly tucking back into his jeans and zipping those up.
“Congrats, Evans. That’s probably some of the best head I’ve ever gotten.” Puck smirked, sighing as he sat back for a second.
Sam sat in the passenger seat, wiping the saliva from his mouth. “So you’re gay, or..?”
“Dude, no. I’m a sex shark, bro. I don’t care where I get it, though you are the first guy who’s ever been willing.” Puck laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone but I may be back for more someday if you’re up for it.”
Sam just looked out the window and nodded absently until Puck got out and he followed suit and exited the vehicle.
“I should get back to the party, you coming?” Puck asked as calmly as possible, like Sam hadn’t just sucked him off.
“No, I’m gonna stay out here for a while.” Sam answered with a mumble, the realization of what he just did finally sinking in. He waited for Puck to go back inside before running to the side of the house and throwing up. It was a combination of too much alcohol and too much guilt. Coughing slightly, he heard a familiar female laugh from behind him but he didn’t bother to turn to it.
“Looks like trouty mouth can’t handle the booze.” Santana snickered.
The blonde finally turned, wiping his mouth a little and revealing his tear stained face. He had fucked everything up now.
“Jesus, Sam. Are you okay?!” She asked, stepping up to him and supporting his not so sturdy body.
He noticed her tone and expression change completely, something he had never seen before. “I’ve fucked everything up.” He really had. He had ruined whatever it was he had with Finn, and now Puck knows and god knows who else now. “I fucked everything up. Everything.” He didn’t know why he was telling her, it wasn’t like she really cared why.
“Whoa, Sam, sit down.” She helped him to the steps, sitting next to him. “What are you talking about?”
“I can’t. I need to go home.” He attempted to stand, helped by her guidance. “Shit, Finn left.”
“I’ll drive you, but you’re not going home like this. You can stay on the couch in my room.” Santana commanded, dragging Sam to her car and pushing him into the passengers seat.
He watched, swaying slightly, as Santana walked around and got into the driving seat. Clueless as to why she would even bother to drive him home, but also offering him her room too? He was way too drunk to comprehend anything at this point.
“So are you going to tell me why you’ve been crying, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?” She asked, her eyes focusing on the road.
“I’m…” He hesitated, staring at her to await her reaction. “I’m gay.”
“Yeah, so am I... Nothing to cry about.” Santana answered calmly.
“I’m gay with Finn.” Sam mumbled, watching as her facial reactions didn’t alter until he heard a little giggle causing him to regret another thing tonight.
“Interesting choice of partners, but go on…” She smiled at him, and Sam just couldn’t stop his mouth.
“We had a fight, and then Puck.” Stopping to almost throw up at the mention of what he did with Puck, and then proceeding to cry to Santana’s surprise. “Finn’s never going to talk to me again.” Sam covered his face with shaking hands, trying to wipe away the tears from his warm face.
“Wait, what about Puck?” Santana asked, until gasping slightly. “Oh, Sam.”
“I was so angry, and Puck wanted it and I just needed to do something. It was a mistake, and now Finn’s never going to forgive me. I heard about everything with Quinn and Puck, this will kill Finn. He’s going to hate me and I’m going to have no one.”
Sam felt the car slow down, and ultimately stop. “Sam, stop. Calm down, and breathe. So you and Finn fought, and then you did whatever with Puck?” She asked, clearly not expecting an answer as she continued. “Don’t worry, you can fix this.”
Sam sniffed, looking at her before continuing to sob. “How?”
“If Finn cares about you, he won’t give a damn what you did with Puck because you clearly regret it and judging by the tears you’d do anything.” Santana’s voice was firm.
“Anything.” He repeated through a sob.
Santana didn’t answer as she jumped from her car, and pulled Sam from his seat and helped him walk towards her surprisingly large house. Her house was fancier than Sam imagined, after all the shouting about Lima Heights he figured it would be rougher but all he could see was marble and fancy gadgetry. He was pulled up a flight of stairs and then into Santana’s large room. She left him for a moment, Sam taking his seconds alone to attempt to breath through his crying. She returned, giving Sam a glass of water which he took and gulped before meeting her gaze.
“Stop crying, Sam. It’s going to be fine; I’m going to help you fix this.” Santana’s tone took a softer turn. “Don’t worry about Puck, he won’t tell anyone and I’ll see to that.”
“But Finn.” Sam sniffed, looking at Santana as she leaned forward and took his shaking hands into hers.
She was being the nicest he had ever seen but he couldn’t figure out why. “You just need to tell him, and then tell him it was a mistake and that you’re sorry. That’s all you can do, the rest is up to Finn.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Sam asked, thought instantly he realized he probably shouldn’t ask.
“Mouth jokes aside, you’re pretty cool. Don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you. Plus, I know what you’re going through.” She replied with a smile, making Sam feel much better.
“So you and -“ He began, a cough breaking his speech.
“Brittany? Yes. She’s my everything, but it wasn’t always this easy. You don’t know what we had to go through to get to this.” Santana frowned, not wanting to bring up the past.
“Finn said I was his everything too.” Sam gulped, his blonde hair falling forward as his hands ran through the locks with a deep sigh. “Right before he left.”
“Sam, stop it. You’re just making yourself feel worse. Lie down, and go to sleep and we’ll deal with it in the morning when you’re sober and not crying.
Sam complied, allowing his head to fall onto the soft, comfy couch. His breath was stuttering, but finally slowing down. He watched as Santana crawled into her bed and turned out the lights. He allowed his body to roll over, finding laying on his side to be less comfortable and resting on his back. He shut his eyes, blocking out the stream of lights from the window. Beginning to feel himself drift off, he allowed it, just hoping the morning would come and Santana was right about everything. He just wanted to be with Finn again, he wanted to see that dopey smile and hear that loud laugh. He just wanted him back.
Part: 7/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: up to Season Two, Episode Four - "Duets"
Summary: Sam and Finn go to Kurt's birthday party where things get a little out of control.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,926
For the next couple of days, Sam and Finn stayed pretty chaste for two horny teenage boys. Sam was still freaking about almost getting caught, and Finn daren’t try something that would push Sam further into his paranoia. Thursday and Friday were pretty busy days as it was, with football practise, extra glee meetings and then of course their actual classes which were hard enough without all the other pressures school provided. Sam did his best to stay out of the way of the rest of the jocks, avoiding anymore slushie facials because once a week was enough for anyone to take. Though he did almost take one for Rachel, but he didn’t get across the hall fast enough. She sadly seemed to get them the most. There was definitely something undignified about attacking a girl half your size, something he would never do. Sam was forced to witness Finn being slushied, having to restrain himself from beating down every single member of the football team for it.
Once the last class on Friday ended, they had a short glee club meeting which consisted of Kurt practically threatening everyone to go to his birthday party the next day. Everyone wearily agreed, most because Puck told everyone he would bring alcohol so that helped. Sam rarely drank but it helped him pretend he was having fun. After slowly walking to his car, Sam found Finn standing by it with the biggest grin on his face. They hadn’t planned anything, both of their parents were home so there was no chance they could actually do anything tonight.
“So, you’re coming to Kurt’s party right?” Finn greeted him, watching as Sam loaded his gym back into the trunk.
He had no idea where Finn was going with this. “Ur, I guess. I didn’t have anything else planned. Why? Did you want to do something instead?” He could only hope the taller boy would say yes.
“Can’t,” Sam’s face sunk. “I kind of have to be there because Kurt’s dad is dating my mom. But since we’re both going I figured we can go together.”
“What? Are you forgetting the 13 other people that will be there who don’t know we’re fucking, or whatever we’re doing?” How could Finn not understand that no one can know?
“Oh no, not like that. Well, not that I wouldn’t want to but I meant as friends. I can’t drink so I figured I could pick you up, if you, you know, if you wanted?” Finn was standing at Sam’s open door, leaning on his hand pressed against the frame of the car.
“Oh right. Yeah, sure. I guess. Wait, why aren’t you drinking?” Sam still wasn’t smiling, he was tired and just wanted to go home, and Finn was more than confusing him.
Finn smiled, punching Sam’s shoulder lightly. “Great, I’ll pick your fine ass up at eight.” And without answering the question and walked off to his own car.
“What the hell?” Sam murmured, closing his car door and watching Finn drive off before he set off himself.
As confusing as Finn was being, Sam accepted the fact that he was going to this stupid party and Finn was driving him because for some mysterious reason he wasn’t drinking. Sam didn’t know if he could take watching a drunken Rachel fawn over Finn, or deal with not being able to talk to Finn without it being awkward. I’m going to have to watch how much I drink; lord knows I won’t be able to control myself.
So Saturday came, and Sam was sitting in his room finding something to wear that would drive Finn wild. He had already found the tightest jeans as possible, he was now deciding between a white t-shirt and just a red and black checked shirt. Standing in his room in nothing but a towel, Sam took a quick turn as he heard someone at his doorway.
“So who’s the girl?” His cheery mother asked with the biggest smile on her face, if only she knew.
“No girl.” Sam sighed.
“Why else would you have been standing here for at least 10 minutes looking at shirts?” She was right but it’s not like he could really tell her that he was trying to figure out what would turn Finn on the most.
“Trust me, there’s no girl.” He laughed, picking up the white tee and putting it on. “Wait, you’ve been here the whole time?!”
“A little while.” She laughed back. “Have fun tonight okay?”
“I will, but I should get ready before Finn gets here. Thank you, Mom. And really, there’s no girl. I’m too busy for girls.” …But not for boys. Sam hugged his mother, waiting for her to leave and then closing his door so he could get dressed. He pulled on a pair of blue boxer briefs, Avatar ones, and then slipped the black jeans on - realizing how tight they really were when he struggled to move. At least it’s restricting the blood from my junk. On that thought, his phone vibrated. A text from Finn read: “I’ll be there in a couple seconds.” At that, Sam gave his damp hair quick rub with the towel before slipping on his shoes and running downstairs as painfully as he could in those god damn jeans, which showed his plump ass perfectly. Waving to his father, Sam ran out the door to find Finn only just pulling up with a smile. Jumping into the car, Sam pretended to not notice the obvious gawking Finn was doing.
“Dude, you look…. Let’s just say we may have to take the scenic route to get rid of my boner.” Sam rolled his eyes a little, but he knew Finn was probably being serious. “You ready to get your drink on, man?”
Sam felt Finn’s hand on his thigh a little, reaching his own hand down to hold it slightly. “Not really, just make sure you stay away from me because I will not be in control tonight.” Finn was laughing but Sam was dead serious, he rarely drank for a reason and not to avoid too much fun! “I’m serious, Finn! With you looking like that, and me being me, there’s no way I could keep off of you.”
“So we can’t talk all night to avoid you pouncing on me?” Finn continued to laugh, Sam giving him a hard punch as he drove. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay away as much as possible, then maybe after we can satisfy both our needs.”
“And where do you propose we do that?” Sam’s parents would be home all night, and Finn’s walls were thinner than paper.
“Got a problem with my car, dude?” Finn answered simply.
Sam just burst out laughing, because he knew Finn was being serious. Like they could have sex in the car with Finn’s height and Sam’s need to move so much. “No, Finn. We’re not having sex in here; I don’t wish to recreate the scene from Titanic any time soon.”
“No one mentioned sex… there’s a lot we can do in here.” Finn smirked.
“Finn, we are not -“ Sam began, his voice flooded out by the laughing coming from the boy beside him.
“Fine, okay.” Finn cooled down, pulling the car on the sidewalk just by Kurt’s house. There were a few cars already here thankfully. “Come on, let’s go get you drunk and horny.”
“Already half way there.” Sam smiled, stepping out the car and following Finn to the door. He could already hear the fast paced music before they walked right in, and so it began.
Sam was greeted at the door by Puckerman handing him and Finn a drink, taking both Sam began to drink whatever was in the cup. Tasted like coke, and most likely vodka. A lot of people were already here; Santana and Brittany were on the couch making out, Mike was pretending not to watch as Tina scolded him for it. Puck was staring intently at Santana and Brittany, he was clearly already wasted. He and Finn had already separated, Rachel pulling Finn away the moment she spotted him - begging for him to dance with her. Sam needed to distract himself from staring too much, downing the first cup and beginning on the next and already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol wash over him. Quinn arrived shortly after he did, forcing him to dance with her to a song Sam barely knew. He liked Quinn, she seemed so sweet, considering everything he had heard happened to her last night, and much saner than Sam expected.
After a few more drinks, a couple of shots Puck forced down his neck, Sam He resorted to swaying slightly to the music, laughing as Finn double over the sofa and spilling his drink all over him, all whilst losing a dance off with Mike. Smiling at Sam before heading for the bathroom, Finn was shocked to see the blonde boy enter right after he did and locking the door before locking their lips.
Sam was desperate, he had been watching Finn all night, and he just couldn’t help himself. The taller boy was pressed against the sink, Sam’s large hands ridding him of the soaked shirt then running his hands all over the exposed flesh and then beginning to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.
“Sam,” Finn breathed as their lips parted, Sam sucking at his neck. “Sam, we can’t do this here. Sam.” Keeping his voice low so no one would hear regardless of the blaring music that made even shouting inaudible.
“I thought this is what you wanted.” Sam answered, pressing his lips against Finn once more before he was shoved back by the taller boy.
“No, this, you being wasted, isn’t what I wanted.” Finn spoke, his tone taking a soothing turn. “And definitely not here.”
Sam stepped forward, pressing his hand against the visible bulge in Finn’s jeans. “Are you sure?” Leaning in to kiss him again, Sam felt the large hands on his shoulder push it back but it was harder than before causing Sam to fall to the floor.
“You need to stop, you’re a mess. I’ll get you some water.” Finn kneeled next to Sam, pulling his shirt back on. “I’m sorry, I just. I know you’ll regret it tomorrow.”
Being drunk, and very much reckless, a silent Sam pushed Finn away from him and bolted from the bathroom - shoving past Puck on the way and covering him in the drink he had in his hand. Sam escaped to the front of the house, it was dark now and much colder than earlier, but he liked the cold air on his face although he did not like that it woke him up a little bit to realizing what he had just done. Clumsily sitting on one of the steps leading to Kurt’s front door, Sam cradled his head in his hands and sighed deeply. The music was still pretty loud, he could feel the slight vibrations in the ground - contributing to his lack of awareness that Finn was heading his way.
A thick jacket rested on his shoulders, giving it a quick glance he recognised it as Finn and instantly shrugged it from his shoulders and to the ground. “Leave me alone, Finn.” He murmured as he turned his gaze to the opposite direction of the now sitting boy, feeling a hand lightly touch his shoulder.
“Sam, you’re freezing. Take the jacket, and I’ll drive you to my place. Your parents will kill me if I bring you home like that.” Finn spoke softly, but Sam refused to listen and merely moved up forcing the hand to drop from his shoulder. “Are you really going to ignore me?”
“Are you really going to act like this is just nothing?” Sam answered with a biting tone to his voice.
“No, that’s it. This is everything to me, you’re everything, and I don’t want you to make a mistake and feel the regret tomorrow.” Finn admitted slowly, even a drunken Sam could recognise the fear in his voice as he spoke but even then Sam refused to care.
“If I’m ‘everything’ to you, why aren’t we dating? Why are we having to have random hook ups when no ones looking? Why won’t you just be with me?” Pleading almost, Sam finally turned to Finn and revealed that tears building in his eyes. “I can’t look at you with Berry or Quinn and not feel like crap because I know at some point you loved them, and you won’t even let me kiss you at a damn party!” Shouting now, Sam watched Finn’s reaction as he tore him down. “I just want to be with you, Finn.”
“Don’t. Don’t say that like I don’t care! Don’t act like I don’t want the same. This is hard for me too, Sam. You think I like pretending, hiding my feelings for you whenever we’re not alone? I hate it, and it kills me to see you like this but you’re only making things worse. This isn’t just you, Sam. I’m risking everything too! You think I’m not petrified of my mom finding out? You think I’m not scared to fuck at what people at school would say? Because I am, and I’m ignoring that because you’re all that matters.” Finn couldn’t move, he daren’t touch Sam and the cold was getting the better of him - not to mention how scared he was.
“Then be with me!” Sam pleased.
“Not when you’re like this, not when you’re throwing yourself around like you don’t even care.” Finn answered his voice breaking a little as he spoke.
“Then go.” Turning away again, Sam sniffed and wiped his eyes before returning to face Finn. “Just go!”
At that, Sam watched Finn jump to his feet and head straight to his car. Finn sped away, leaving Sam with what he wanted. His breathing was fast, and hard, the adrenaline from their argument getting the better of him and then he heard a laugh come from behind him. Jumping, Sam found his eyes meeting Puck’s as the wasted boy sat next to him.
“So you and Finn?” Puck laughed. “I knew it, all those little glances in the locker room.” Taking a sip from his cup and then offering the rest to Sam who took it without question and chugged it. “What do you say we see how many balls you can fit in that mouth of yours?” A whisper reached Sam’s ears and before he even thought about it he was pushing himself against the boy, pressing their lips together hard. “In my car.” Puck ordered in between kisses.
Following the Mohawked boy to his truck, Sam registered what he was doing pretty quickly and he didn’t even care. He was so angry that he wanted to show Finn how it felt, he wanted Finn to feel the way he feels when seeing him with Rachel or Quinn.
Puck got in the car first, Sam carefully followed and closed the door behind them. Sam was pulled toward Puck, feeling the boys finger tug on his blonde locks as they kissed hard against each other. He allowed Puck’s tongue to enter after much pressure against his lips. It was harder than Sam had ever kissed Finn, and the drunkness in Sam kind of liked the roughness.
“Sam, are you okay with this?” Puck asked, his breath making up most of the question, unbuckling his own jeans as Sam panted next to him.
“Just, let me.” Was all Sam replied, pulling out Puck’s hard cock and sinking down on it, covering Puck in the heat of his large mouth. He felt Puck’s hand in hair, hearing the sighs of pleasure sound throughout the truck as he sucked down on his member.
“Dayum, Evans.” Puck moaned, bucking his hips into Sam’s mouth a little.
Sam’s sucking was sloppy, his tongue was going wild on the dick, and he was barely breathing through most of it. He was barely even hard himself, though he doubted Puck would return the favour.
It wasn’t long before Puck was moaning and spilling his mouth down Sam’s willing throat. And to his own surprise, Sam swallowed it down before pulling off of the softening cock which Puck was quickly tucking back into his jeans and zipping those up.
“Congrats, Evans. That’s probably some of the best head I’ve ever gotten.” Puck smirked, sighing as he sat back for a second.
Sam sat in the passenger seat, wiping the saliva from his mouth. “So you’re gay, or..?”
“Dude, no. I’m a sex shark, bro. I don’t care where I get it, though you are the first guy who’s ever been willing.” Puck laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone but I may be back for more someday if you’re up for it.”
Sam just looked out the window and nodded absently until Puck got out and he followed suit and exited the vehicle.
“I should get back to the party, you coming?” Puck asked as calmly as possible, like Sam hadn’t just sucked him off.
“No, I’m gonna stay out here for a while.” Sam answered with a mumble, the realization of what he just did finally sinking in. He waited for Puck to go back inside before running to the side of the house and throwing up. It was a combination of too much alcohol and too much guilt. Coughing slightly, he heard a familiar female laugh from behind him but he didn’t bother to turn to it.
“Looks like trouty mouth can’t handle the booze.” Santana snickered.
The blonde finally turned, wiping his mouth a little and revealing his tear stained face. He had fucked everything up now.
“Jesus, Sam. Are you okay?!” She asked, stepping up to him and supporting his not so sturdy body.
He noticed her tone and expression change completely, something he had never seen before. “I’ve fucked everything up.” He really had. He had ruined whatever it was he had with Finn, and now Puck knows and god knows who else now. “I fucked everything up. Everything.” He didn’t know why he was telling her, it wasn’t like she really cared why.
“Whoa, Sam, sit down.” She helped him to the steps, sitting next to him. “What are you talking about?”
“I can’t. I need to go home.” He attempted to stand, helped by her guidance. “Shit, Finn left.”
“I’ll drive you, but you’re not going home like this. You can stay on the couch in my room.” Santana commanded, dragging Sam to her car and pushing him into the passengers seat.
He watched, swaying slightly, as Santana walked around and got into the driving seat. Clueless as to why she would even bother to drive him home, but also offering him her room too? He was way too drunk to comprehend anything at this point.
“So are you going to tell me why you’ve been crying, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?” She asked, her eyes focusing on the road.
“I’m…” He hesitated, staring at her to await her reaction. “I’m gay.”
“Yeah, so am I... Nothing to cry about.” Santana answered calmly.
“I’m gay with Finn.” Sam mumbled, watching as her facial reactions didn’t alter until he heard a little giggle causing him to regret another thing tonight.
“Interesting choice of partners, but go on…” She smiled at him, and Sam just couldn’t stop his mouth.
“We had a fight, and then Puck.” Stopping to almost throw up at the mention of what he did with Puck, and then proceeding to cry to Santana’s surprise. “Finn’s never going to talk to me again.” Sam covered his face with shaking hands, trying to wipe away the tears from his warm face.
“Wait, what about Puck?” Santana asked, until gasping slightly. “Oh, Sam.”
“I was so angry, and Puck wanted it and I just needed to do something. It was a mistake, and now Finn’s never going to forgive me. I heard about everything with Quinn and Puck, this will kill Finn. He’s going to hate me and I’m going to have no one.”
Sam felt the car slow down, and ultimately stop. “Sam, stop. Calm down, and breathe. So you and Finn fought, and then you did whatever with Puck?” She asked, clearly not expecting an answer as she continued. “Don’t worry, you can fix this.”
Sam sniffed, looking at her before continuing to sob. “How?”
“If Finn cares about you, he won’t give a damn what you did with Puck because you clearly regret it and judging by the tears you’d do anything.” Santana’s voice was firm.
“Anything.” He repeated through a sob.
Santana didn’t answer as she jumped from her car, and pulled Sam from his seat and helped him walk towards her surprisingly large house. Her house was fancier than Sam imagined, after all the shouting about Lima Heights he figured it would be rougher but all he could see was marble and fancy gadgetry. He was pulled up a flight of stairs and then into Santana’s large room. She left him for a moment, Sam taking his seconds alone to attempt to breath through his crying. She returned, giving Sam a glass of water which he took and gulped before meeting her gaze.
“Stop crying, Sam. It’s going to be fine; I’m going to help you fix this.” Santana’s tone took a softer turn. “Don’t worry about Puck, he won’t tell anyone and I’ll see to that.”
“But Finn.” Sam sniffed, looking at Santana as she leaned forward and took his shaking hands into hers.
She was being the nicest he had ever seen but he couldn’t figure out why. “You just need to tell him, and then tell him it was a mistake and that you’re sorry. That’s all you can do, the rest is up to Finn.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Sam asked, thought instantly he realized he probably shouldn’t ask.
“Mouth jokes aside, you’re pretty cool. Don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you. Plus, I know what you’re going through.” She replied with a smile, making Sam feel much better.
“So you and -“ He began, a cough breaking his speech.
“Brittany? Yes. She’s my everything, but it wasn’t always this easy. You don’t know what we had to go through to get to this.” Santana frowned, not wanting to bring up the past.
“Finn said I was his everything too.” Sam gulped, his blonde hair falling forward as his hands ran through the locks with a deep sigh. “Right before he left.”
“Sam, stop it. You’re just making yourself feel worse. Lie down, and go to sleep and we’ll deal with it in the morning when you’re sober and not crying.
Sam complied, allowing his head to fall onto the soft, comfy couch. His breath was stuttering, but finally slowing down. He watched as Santana crawled into her bed and turned out the lights. He allowed his body to roll over, finding laying on his side to be less comfortable and resting on his back. He shut his eyes, blocking out the stream of lights from the window. Beginning to feel himself drift off, he allowed it, just hoping the morning would come and Santana was right about everything. He just wanted to be with Finn again, he wanted to see that dopey smile and hear that loud laugh. He just wanted him back.