WHO ACTUALLY MADE THESE?! I LOVE THEM <3
“Won’t you tell me if I’m coming on too strong?”
I came here with a load, and it feels so much lighter since I met you.
- Green Eyes | Coldplay
I got kinda artistic the other day and… well, yeah. This happened. You like it, babe?
Sam put down his guitar when he heard the doorbell and jogged over to the door and opened it. “Can I hel—” He stared in shock. “Puck? What are you doing here?”
“Well, if you let me into your house… talking to you.”
Sam stepped aside and let Puck walk in. “I mean, what are you doing here, Puck? In Tennessee. How’d you get here?”
“Kurt and Blaine decided to go a mini cross-country trip before school started and I begged them to let me to come. School’s only a couple weeks away so I didn’t have a lot of time. I came to see you.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not? Because you want us kissing in the back of my truck to be your last memory of me? You didn’t even tell me you were leaving, Sam. You finally told me how you felt and then you fucking left! How do you think it felt when I went to the motel the day after you told me how you felt and your room was empty? How I had to hear it from Artie that your dad got a job and you had to move? Did you not care at all?”
“I cared too much, that’s the problem!” Sam yelled, his voice cracking. “It would have hurt too much to say goodbye to you, Puck. Don’t you get that? I can’t…. I can’t say goodbye to you. Which is why you shouldn’t have come here.”
Puck stared at him. “So you’re telling me I came here for nothing, then? You’re just going to throw me out because you care too much about me? That doesn’t make sense, Sam!”
“Please.” Sam looked down. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“Fuck off, Sam.” Puck stormed out of his house, slamming the door behind him.
In which Puck and Kurt spend too much time together.
Summary:Sam is afraid of thunderstorms, and Puck is there to comfort him. Just some Suck fluff. Oneshot.