Title: And Darling.

Pairing: Finn/Puck.

Warnings: Sex, eventually.

Word Count: 823

Rating: PG.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…And Darling belongs to Tegan and Sara. It's maybe the cutest song ever and y'all should run out and buy it immediately.

Author's Note: Fill for a glee_kink_meme prompt:

They have a big fight in the middle of a class because Puck lost Finn's favorite pen (Something silly IDK... ) Puck feels so bad and wants to say sorry by having some amazing sex... :)

More soon!

Chapter One.

1

Puck could feel Finn staring at him. It was unnerving. He was trying to focus on Mr. Shuester—if he didn't, he'd fail Spanish for sure—but it was really hard when Finn was giving him that look. He couldn't figure it out, that was the thing. It looked like he was annoyed, maybe even downright angry, but Puck was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to piss him off lately. Puck maneuvered his cell phone out of his pocket and texted him: What's up?

Finn's phone went off, strains of Don't Stop Believing filling the room. Puck rolled his eyes as Mr. Shuester yelled at Finn; he really could be an idiot sometimes. Everyone knew to put their phone on silent during class, at least everyone with half a brain. Eventually their teacher went back to teaching and Finn replied. Don't text me during class.

It's not my fault you're phone was on so loud. That wasn't what he had meant to send, but whatever. The look Finn was giving him was really more of a glare than any minor annoyance. Why're you so pissy?

Leave me alone.

If Finn really wanted to be left alone, he wouldn't respond to his texts, right? C'mon, dude. What's going on?

If you don't know already, it's your own fault.

Puck rolled his eyes again; Finn really could be such a girl sometimes. He ran a hand over his shaven head, trying to think. Had he done anything? It was possible, actually. He and Finn had been slowly becoming more than friends, and it wasn't the easiest transition. Puck glanced at Finn, and he had to hide his smile. It was worth it, though. Finn looked so cute when he was upset. Please, baby?

Finn's expression softened infinitesimally. He was such a sucker for the sweet talk. You didn't shave this morning. I can see it from here.

That was it? Puck rubbed his face experimentally. He had some stubble, sure, but what's the big deal? So?

Not the right response, apparently. Finn sent him a death look. You promised me you'd shave. We've talked about it a hundred times.

Puck stared at the message, confused. They had? It didn't sound remotely familiar. He liked his stubble. It made him feel like a man, a feeling he was a little short on lately. Something about dating a guy, or whatever. Gotta be me.

Then you can be you without me. The bell rang and Finn stormed out, cutting through the rest of the class. Puck looked after him, still confused. What was the big deal? It was just stubble, wasn't it?

2

Puck was not happy. He still didn't know why Finn was so upset with him, but that didn't stop him from feeling more and more guilty as the day went on. Finn avoided him at lunch, refused to look at him during classes, and sulked all through Glee. Puck wanted to go over to him, ask what was really going on, but his pride wouldn't let him. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who wanted to talk. Finn stayed in his seat when practice ended, still not looking at Puck.

"Hey."

Finn kept his gaze on the floor. "What?"

"What's going on with you?"

"It's one, stupid, little thing, Puck. Is it really so hard for you to do?"

Be calm, Puck thought. Don't yell at him. "No. Yes. I dunno. I like it. If it's so stupid and little, why do you care so much?"

"I just do."

Puck walked over to Finn and sat down next to him. "Talk to me?" It pained him, trying to get Finn to open up, but he wasn't going to throw out their entire relationship over some stupid fight.

Finn took his hand, twining their fingers together. "Can't you just do this one thing for me?"

Puck sighed. He kissed Finn's jaw lightly, rubbing their cheeks together. "You really don't like it?"

Finn jerked away. "Goddamnit Puck, stop being such an asshole." He stood up and started pacing, and Puck realized just how upset he was. Finn only paced when something was really, truly wrong.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'll go home and shave right now, okay?" he stood up and went to leave when Finn grabbed his arm.

"It's hard for me," Finn said, meeting his eyes. "This being with a guy stuff. And when you literally rub it in my face…"

Puck's stomach dropped. That was what this was about? It hadn't even crossed his mind. He was trying to take it slow, to not pressure him, and then he had to go and do this. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I didn't—"

"I know. Forget it." Finn let go of his arm.

"I'm gonna make it up to you," Puck said. "Tonight, my place. Be there at eight; my mom and sister are going out."

Finn nodded. "See you then."