puck/sam!
Here's a little snippet from the next part of Gay Waffles. I'm sorry I'm taking forever with the next update, but it's very slowly coming together. It's another two-parter, I think.
Sam groans as he trudges down the hall to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He hears his mom’s footsteps going downstairs, then her heels against the kitchen tile, then her car pulling out of the driveway. Sam rubs his eyes and catches a glimpse of his hair sticking up in the mirror, and as he runs his fingers through his tangled bangs, he suddenly remembers Puck’s hands there, brushing back his hair before he kisses Sam in that strangely desperate way he always does.
Anger surges through Sam so quickly than he nearly rips the shower door off its hinges as he steps inside and turns the water on. He can’t believe Puck. He can’t believe he treated him like one of his Cheerios hookups. Sam had been so sure that he meant more to Puck than that. He really thought he’d found someone special-not even like that, but just a friend he could actually count on. A real friend.
He should have listened to all the rumors about Puck in the first place. This is the guy who slept with his best friend’s girlfriend and knocked her up. Puck clearly has serious issues.
Sam picks up the shampoo and squirts a glob onto his hair, lathering it up furiously. The suds run down his face, and Sam hisses as his eyes start to sting. He dunks his head under the spray and swipes at his eyes until the pain subsides, then he lets out a sigh and rinses the shampoo from his hair. He stands under the spray for a long moment, keeping his aching eyes closed, trying to imagine how he’s possibly going to handle seeing Puck at school after what he did to him.
It’s been three days and he still can’t believe Puck used him like that. Puck, of all people. The guy who knows his most painful secrets. The one person Sam really trusted. Now he’s on his own again. Sure, he’s making friends with Kurt and Rachel, but they’re not Puck. He hasn’t guzzled syrup at two in the morning with them, or fallen asleep on their shoulders, or gotten embarrassingly drunk at a gay club with them.
It just sucks. Sam hates his life right now, and he’s so pissed at Puck that he almost sees red every time he thinks about him. But mostly it hurts. It hurts even more than the moment he realized Kyle had turned on him.
He doesn’t want to be lonely again, but unfortunately that’s how things are turning out. At least he’s had practice. Maybe it won’t be so hard the second time around.
Sam groans as he trudges down the hall to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He hears his mom’s footsteps going downstairs, then her heels against the kitchen tile, then her car pulling out of the driveway. Sam rubs his eyes and catches a glimpse of his hair sticking up in the mirror, and as he runs his fingers through his tangled bangs, he suddenly remembers Puck’s hands there, brushing back his hair before he kisses Sam in that strangely desperate way he always does.
Anger surges through Sam so quickly than he nearly rips the shower door off its hinges as he steps inside and turns the water on. He can’t believe Puck. He can’t believe he treated him like one of his Cheerios hookups. Sam had been so sure that he meant more to Puck than that. He really thought he’d found someone special-not even like that, but just a friend he could actually count on. A real friend.
He should have listened to all the rumors about Puck in the first place. This is the guy who slept with his best friend’s girlfriend and knocked her up. Puck clearly has serious issues.
Sam picks up the shampoo and squirts a glob onto his hair, lathering it up furiously. The suds run down his face, and Sam hisses as his eyes start to sting. He dunks his head under the spray and swipes at his eyes until the pain subsides, then he lets out a sigh and rinses the shampoo from his hair. He stands under the spray for a long moment, keeping his aching eyes closed, trying to imagine how he’s possibly going to handle seeing Puck at school after what he did to him.
It’s been three days and he still can’t believe Puck used him like that. Puck, of all people. The guy who knows his most painful secrets. The one person Sam really trusted. Now he’s on his own again. Sure, he’s making friends with Kurt and Rachel, but they’re not Puck. He hasn’t guzzled syrup at two in the morning with them, or fallen asleep on their shoulders, or gotten embarrassingly drunk at a gay club with them.
It just sucks. Sam hates his life right now, and he’s so pissed at Puck that he almost sees red every time he thinks about him. But mostly it hurts. It hurts even more than the moment he realized Kyle had turned on him.
He doesn’t want to be lonely again, but unfortunately that’s how things are turning out. At least he’s had practice. Maybe it won’t be so hard the second time around.