fic: Dude, You're Huge! (23/?)
Title: Dude, You're Huge
Part: 23/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: entire of season two
Summary: Sam learns that every single one of his actions has consequences, he just didn't expect them all at once.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: R
Words: 1,959
Sam woke up only a few hours later. He had no recollection of his drunken activities, not until he rolled over and straight into Puck’s completely bare body with his own equally naked body. A sudden rush of panic ran through Sam as everything that happened came to the front of his mind. He got off the bed, barely being covered by the duvet anyway, and began the search fro his clothes. He had to leave before Puck woke up because he couldn’t handle that awkward conversation. All that mattered was getting home to Finn and somehow telling him, or not telling him - Sam wasn’t sure what to do.
Thankfully most of his clothes were somehow piled together and as soon as he got them all on in a messy fashion he tried to sneak his way out of the door.
“Don’t go.” Puck groaned from the bed behind Sam, causing the blonde to stop suddenly. “Please?”
It sounded like Puck was begging, which was odd in itself, but what was weird was that he wanted Sam to stay at all. Sam always figured Puck was the ‘use them then lose them’ type of guy; it was weird to see him practically pleading for Sam to stay.
Sam risked a quick, over the shoulder look at Puck. He looked desperate, now wrapped in a sheet from the waist down and kneeling on the bed. This clearly meant a lot more to Puck than Sam could ever even imagine. And yet Sam knew he couldn’t stay, even though it meant shutting down whatever Puck was feeling, because it would only make things even worse.
“Puck, I can’t, I’m sorry.” Sam shook it off, turned back to the door, but hesitated as if waiting for a reaction but Puck was silent. “I’m sorry.” Sam left knowing that he seemed to leave a path of destruction wherever he went.
It was raining slightly outside. Sam realized he had no other option but to walk home because asking Puck for a ride after he walked out on him would be plain mean. It would be fine, the rain would probably help sober Sam up a little, and the walk wouldn’t be too long.
Once he started walking it finally set in that he had no idea what he was going to tell Finn. Telling Finn the truth would definitely leave Sam single and without a home, but lying to Finn would be so much worse and will only add to the stack of things Sam had done wrong. So even though he was leaning towards the truth, Sam could only feel sick about the whole situation. He was dreading Finn’s reaction, having to watch Finn’s heart break right in front of him. Sam was considering just leaving town all together, it would be easier for everyone.
The further Sam walked and the more drenched he became the more he realized how late it was. No one was around and it was pitch black, all the stores closed with shutters pulled down. He figured he had just slept for an hour or two - it was only mid-afternoon when they started heavily drinking - but apparently he shared more time with Puck than anticipated.
Sam was for some reason glad for the emptiness of the streets. It was much easier to walk the damp streets and think about things without having to worry about people looking at the completely distraught look on his face or the whispering behind his back about the accident. He could get all his thoughts out and not care about anything else.
His thoughts darted from Finn, back to Puck, and then to Karofsky but then back to Puck. Sam was still trying to figure out if Puck had feelings for him, and how and when they started. You don’t just get feelings for someone like that. It’s not even like that spent that much time together, drunken blow-job aside. It just didn’t make sense, but then the Puck’s face and the desperation in his voice seemed to make complete sense. Basically, Sam had just slept with someone thinking it was nothing when in fact it meant a lot more to them than it did to him. He wondered how many people he had hurt without intending it, and does it make him a bad person?
After a least a half hour of walking in the rain, now completely drenched, Sam found himself in an alley. He thought it would be shortcut but yet it seemed to make his journey even longer - especially when he turned a corner and saw Karofsky just as drenched as he was but curled in a ball against the wall.
“Karofsky?” Sam cautioned, stepping closer to him and catching his attention. “What are you doing out here?”
Dave looked up at Sam, giving the blonde a clearer look at the tears streaming down his already soaked face. There was nothing but rain to fill the silence at least up until Dave made a somewhat roaring sound and he charged at Sam, forcing him against the harsh brick wall and striking him in the stomach with a strong fist.
Sam had no control over the situation, no way of blocking the two fists that continued to strike him in numerous places. He face was now throbbing with pain, he was pretty sure he was bleeding from his nose and a strange metallic taste filled his mouth once Dave’s fist collided with his jaw. He felt Dave’s large hand tangle in his hair, yank him around, and push his head straight into the brick wall.
He slumped to the floor, feeling the blood seeping down his face at a fast rate. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything Dave was shouting at him, Sam could only feel the agonizing throbbing from his forehead. After one more harsh kick to his stomach, Sam watched hazily as Dave ran away in the rain. Something must have scared him off, a car or passer by, but it was too late.
Sam could barely function due to his new injuries. His every attempt at standing failed and pushed him back into the wet, hard floor. It took him at least 5 attempts before he finally found his footing, and began to stumble out of the alley slowly. He couldn’t tell if the bleeding had stopped or if the rain was helping numb the pain because Sam could barely feel anything, he even found it hard to focus on the path.
Remembering that he wasn’t that far from Finn’s house, Sam attempted to find his way back. It was harder than he recalled, the path was blurry and the street signs were barely readable.
Suddenly Sam was praying that someone would be walking the streets, that someone would see him and help him. He doubted it; it was far too late for anyone to be about in such a small town. Sam assumed the only reason Dave was in the alley was either because he got kicked out or he was too afraid to go home which Sam felt terrible for.
It took him a while but once he found Finn’s house and stumbled his way through the door and clumsily up the stairs and into their room, he collapsed on the floor. He wasn’t unconscious, just drowsy, and exhausted. Luckily the bang of Sam’s falling body woke Finn.
“Sam?” Finn’s voice was low, a little slurred from the sleep as he climbed out of the bed. “What the hell happened?”
The light in the bedroom was flicked on and Sam’s bloodied up body, still very much bleeding, was shown completely. His hair was all red from blood, his clothes and even his skin was a little discoloured. Finn’s hands were careful but yet Sam groaned in agony at the minor touch to his forehead.
“Karofsky.”
Finn must’ve spent an hour cleaning Sam off, keeping pressure on his forehead, making sure he stayed awake. Sam was barely able to speak, murmuring and groaning whenever the pain got to be too much. Thankfully Sam had plenty of pain meds from the accident left over and Finn carefully made sure he didn’t overdose. But the meds made Sam a little loopy, Finn didn’t know he had been drinking and barely ate so they did a little more than planned and Sam started mumbling about random things, and then not so random things.
“I’ve ruined everything,” Sam went on. “I ruined Karofsky’s life, I deserved this. And then Puck, I may as well as ruined his life too. He liked me, he likes me and I just walked out on him and I knew, I could see it in the way he looked at me. I led him on, I had sex with him, and now he’s going to hate me too.” Sam was hysterical, but quite at the same time. “And you hate me for what I did.”
Finn was shock ridden. He sat there, wrapping Sam’s head in a bandage slowly as he listened to the drug induced confession. He sat there and did nothing and looked down at Sam. What could he do now? But that’s when Sam fell asleep and a little too fast to be normal and Finn had no choice but to call 911.
Sam woke up, a little hazy and confused, but the first thing he saw and heard was two voices arguing over him - Finn and Puck.
“And you slept with him?!” Finn’s voice rose slightly, his face was red. Neither of them seemed to notice Sam waking up.
“We were drunk, Finn, I told you it was a mistake.” Puck tried to explain, his voice less angry and more sympathetic. “If it matters he regretted it straight away, he left.”
“It doesn’t matter, it happened. He told me, you know, that you like him, and that you have feelings for him.” Finn settled, turning to the wall and pressing his forehead against his arms. “Is it true?”
“I don’t know.” Puck looked down and finally realized. “Sam!”
After hearing the short argument, assuming there was more before he woke up, he couldn’t look at either of them. Finn had turned to him but neither of them looked happy. Sam’s head was still throbbing, yet he was covered in bandages, and it hurt to breathe.
No one was speaking, Puck and Finn were staring at him, but Sam couldn’t even look up for more than a second. He was surprised either of them had even stayed, especially Finn.
“I’m sorry.” Sam finally spoke quality.
“Are you really, Sam?” Finn answered almost instantly. “I mean, twice now right?”
Silence took over again. Sam didn’t know what to say, he had no way of explaining this.
“You can’t even answer. You can’t even look at me and tell me why!” Finn growled at Sam.
Puck stepped in, pushing Finn back but then it got worse. Finn swung at Puck, missing by only a tiny margin and then Puck charged at Finn and against the wall. Sam couldn’t even muster the energy to stop them, or at least get their attention. It took the guards to come in and drag them out; even then they were still at one another’s throats.
Sam just sat there and watched as they continued to shout at one another outside the door. He could do nothing to stop them anyway. He couldn’t explain to Finn why he slept with Puck, and there was no way he could even comprehend why Puck was being so defensive. Sam managed to start the fire but had no means of controlling the flames.
He really had ruined everything and he knew he deserved everything he was getting in return.
Part: 23/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: entire of season two
Summary: Sam learns that every single one of his actions has consequences, he just didn't expect them all at once.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: R
Words: 1,959
Sam woke up only a few hours later. He had no recollection of his drunken activities, not until he rolled over and straight into Puck’s completely bare body with his own equally naked body. A sudden rush of panic ran through Sam as everything that happened came to the front of his mind. He got off the bed, barely being covered by the duvet anyway, and began the search fro his clothes. He had to leave before Puck woke up because he couldn’t handle that awkward conversation. All that mattered was getting home to Finn and somehow telling him, or not telling him - Sam wasn’t sure what to do.
Thankfully most of his clothes were somehow piled together and as soon as he got them all on in a messy fashion he tried to sneak his way out of the door.
“Don’t go.” Puck groaned from the bed behind Sam, causing the blonde to stop suddenly. “Please?”
It sounded like Puck was begging, which was odd in itself, but what was weird was that he wanted Sam to stay at all. Sam always figured Puck was the ‘use them then lose them’ type of guy; it was weird to see him practically pleading for Sam to stay.
Sam risked a quick, over the shoulder look at Puck. He looked desperate, now wrapped in a sheet from the waist down and kneeling on the bed. This clearly meant a lot more to Puck than Sam could ever even imagine. And yet Sam knew he couldn’t stay, even though it meant shutting down whatever Puck was feeling, because it would only make things even worse.
“Puck, I can’t, I’m sorry.” Sam shook it off, turned back to the door, but hesitated as if waiting for a reaction but Puck was silent. “I’m sorry.” Sam left knowing that he seemed to leave a path of destruction wherever he went.
It was raining slightly outside. Sam realized he had no other option but to walk home because asking Puck for a ride after he walked out on him would be plain mean. It would be fine, the rain would probably help sober Sam up a little, and the walk wouldn’t be too long.
Once he started walking it finally set in that he had no idea what he was going to tell Finn. Telling Finn the truth would definitely leave Sam single and without a home, but lying to Finn would be so much worse and will only add to the stack of things Sam had done wrong. So even though he was leaning towards the truth, Sam could only feel sick about the whole situation. He was dreading Finn’s reaction, having to watch Finn’s heart break right in front of him. Sam was considering just leaving town all together, it would be easier for everyone.
The further Sam walked and the more drenched he became the more he realized how late it was. No one was around and it was pitch black, all the stores closed with shutters pulled down. He figured he had just slept for an hour or two - it was only mid-afternoon when they started heavily drinking - but apparently he shared more time with Puck than anticipated.
Sam was for some reason glad for the emptiness of the streets. It was much easier to walk the damp streets and think about things without having to worry about people looking at the completely distraught look on his face or the whispering behind his back about the accident. He could get all his thoughts out and not care about anything else.
His thoughts darted from Finn, back to Puck, and then to Karofsky but then back to Puck. Sam was still trying to figure out if Puck had feelings for him, and how and when they started. You don’t just get feelings for someone like that. It’s not even like that spent that much time together, drunken blow-job aside. It just didn’t make sense, but then the Puck’s face and the desperation in his voice seemed to make complete sense. Basically, Sam had just slept with someone thinking it was nothing when in fact it meant a lot more to them than it did to him. He wondered how many people he had hurt without intending it, and does it make him a bad person?
After a least a half hour of walking in the rain, now completely drenched, Sam found himself in an alley. He thought it would be shortcut but yet it seemed to make his journey even longer - especially when he turned a corner and saw Karofsky just as drenched as he was but curled in a ball against the wall.
“Karofsky?” Sam cautioned, stepping closer to him and catching his attention. “What are you doing out here?”
Dave looked up at Sam, giving the blonde a clearer look at the tears streaming down his already soaked face. There was nothing but rain to fill the silence at least up until Dave made a somewhat roaring sound and he charged at Sam, forcing him against the harsh brick wall and striking him in the stomach with a strong fist.
Sam had no control over the situation, no way of blocking the two fists that continued to strike him in numerous places. He face was now throbbing with pain, he was pretty sure he was bleeding from his nose and a strange metallic taste filled his mouth once Dave’s fist collided with his jaw. He felt Dave’s large hand tangle in his hair, yank him around, and push his head straight into the brick wall.
He slumped to the floor, feeling the blood seeping down his face at a fast rate. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything Dave was shouting at him, Sam could only feel the agonizing throbbing from his forehead. After one more harsh kick to his stomach, Sam watched hazily as Dave ran away in the rain. Something must have scared him off, a car or passer by, but it was too late.
Sam could barely function due to his new injuries. His every attempt at standing failed and pushed him back into the wet, hard floor. It took him at least 5 attempts before he finally found his footing, and began to stumble out of the alley slowly. He couldn’t tell if the bleeding had stopped or if the rain was helping numb the pain because Sam could barely feel anything, he even found it hard to focus on the path.
Remembering that he wasn’t that far from Finn’s house, Sam attempted to find his way back. It was harder than he recalled, the path was blurry and the street signs were barely readable.
Suddenly Sam was praying that someone would be walking the streets, that someone would see him and help him. He doubted it; it was far too late for anyone to be about in such a small town. Sam assumed the only reason Dave was in the alley was either because he got kicked out or he was too afraid to go home which Sam felt terrible for.
It took him a while but once he found Finn’s house and stumbled his way through the door and clumsily up the stairs and into their room, he collapsed on the floor. He wasn’t unconscious, just drowsy, and exhausted. Luckily the bang of Sam’s falling body woke Finn.
“Sam?” Finn’s voice was low, a little slurred from the sleep as he climbed out of the bed. “What the hell happened?”
The light in the bedroom was flicked on and Sam’s bloodied up body, still very much bleeding, was shown completely. His hair was all red from blood, his clothes and even his skin was a little discoloured. Finn’s hands were careful but yet Sam groaned in agony at the minor touch to his forehead.
“Karofsky.”
Finn must’ve spent an hour cleaning Sam off, keeping pressure on his forehead, making sure he stayed awake. Sam was barely able to speak, murmuring and groaning whenever the pain got to be too much. Thankfully Sam had plenty of pain meds from the accident left over and Finn carefully made sure he didn’t overdose. But the meds made Sam a little loopy, Finn didn’t know he had been drinking and barely ate so they did a little more than planned and Sam started mumbling about random things, and then not so random things.
“I’ve ruined everything,” Sam went on. “I ruined Karofsky’s life, I deserved this. And then Puck, I may as well as ruined his life too. He liked me, he likes me and I just walked out on him and I knew, I could see it in the way he looked at me. I led him on, I had sex with him, and now he’s going to hate me too.” Sam was hysterical, but quite at the same time. “And you hate me for what I did.”
Finn was shock ridden. He sat there, wrapping Sam’s head in a bandage slowly as he listened to the drug induced confession. He sat there and did nothing and looked down at Sam. What could he do now? But that’s when Sam fell asleep and a little too fast to be normal and Finn had no choice but to call 911.
Sam woke up, a little hazy and confused, but the first thing he saw and heard was two voices arguing over him - Finn and Puck.
“And you slept with him?!” Finn’s voice rose slightly, his face was red. Neither of them seemed to notice Sam waking up.
“We were drunk, Finn, I told you it was a mistake.” Puck tried to explain, his voice less angry and more sympathetic. “If it matters he regretted it straight away, he left.”
“It doesn’t matter, it happened. He told me, you know, that you like him, and that you have feelings for him.” Finn settled, turning to the wall and pressing his forehead against his arms. “Is it true?”
“I don’t know.” Puck looked down and finally realized. “Sam!”
After hearing the short argument, assuming there was more before he woke up, he couldn’t look at either of them. Finn had turned to him but neither of them looked happy. Sam’s head was still throbbing, yet he was covered in bandages, and it hurt to breathe.
No one was speaking, Puck and Finn were staring at him, but Sam couldn’t even look up for more than a second. He was surprised either of them had even stayed, especially Finn.
“I’m sorry.” Sam finally spoke quality.
“Are you really, Sam?” Finn answered almost instantly. “I mean, twice now right?”
Silence took over again. Sam didn’t know what to say, he had no way of explaining this.
“You can’t even answer. You can’t even look at me and tell me why!” Finn growled at Sam.
Puck stepped in, pushing Finn back but then it got worse. Finn swung at Puck, missing by only a tiny margin and then Puck charged at Finn and against the wall. Sam couldn’t even muster the energy to stop them, or at least get their attention. It took the guards to come in and drag them out; even then they were still at one another’s throats.
Sam just sat there and watched as they continued to shout at one another outside the door. He could do nothing to stop them anyway. He couldn’t explain to Finn why he slept with Puck, and there was no way he could even comprehend why Puck was being so defensive. Sam managed to start the fire but had no means of controlling the flames.
He really had ruined everything and he knew he deserved everything he was getting in return.