finn hudson

Puck hadn’t meant to make Finn feel bad; he just couldn’t help worrying. He was way too soft for him, and he wasn’t about to hide it. “Hey, you don’t have anything to apologize for, I swear. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He gave a lopsided grin, brushing a stray strand of hair from Finn’s forehead. “Apparently one of your students called an ambulance — thank god. Honestly, it won’t be a huge hit on the wallet. But, hey… I’d happily pay if you’d let me. I make good money now, so consider it an investment in keeping my favorite person alive.” He eased onto the edge of the bed carefully, giving Finn plenty of space. “I’m glad it’s not hurting anymore, but… fuck, I wish you didn’t have to go through that.” His fingers raked through Finn’s hair, slow and soothing, and his voice softened. “And did you know half the waiting room out there is filled with your students?” Puck’s smirk returned, playful but warm. “You always say you’re not sure you made an impression on them… but I think that proves otherwise. Guess they already know how lucky they are to have you.”

“an ambulance?” finn’s eyes widened, and he almost glanced at the heart-rate monitor because he was pretty sure his had just spiked. “do you know how much those cost, babe? one of the staff could’ve just driven me here, and-” he cut himself off. he didn’t want to give puck the ick by talking about money. he could deal with his worries later. “you don’t have to pay, it’s fine. i’ll figure it out,” he said with a sigh, though he wasn’t sure he would. still, he didn’t want to take advantage of his boyfriend or do anything that might jeopardize what they had. people always said money made things messy, and things were too perfect with puck to risk that. he tried to fight the smile tugging at his mouth, but it was impossible. “they are?” he looked toward the door as if he could see them, then back at puck. “that’s awesome. could you tell them i’m okay, then, babe? they should probably go home. and i bet the hospital staff really hates us right now if there’s a bunch of teenagers in their waiting room.”

Sam really hated hospitals, but what he hated even more was not having seen Finn in a while — and definitely not under these circumstances. He’d much rather be hanging out on better, happier terms. Still, he felt a wave of relief when the nurse said Finn was stable and resting. With a soft knock, Sam stepped inside, holding a brand-new comic book in hand. “Hey, big guy! How’s it goin'?” he greeted warmly, setting the comic on the tray within easy reach for later. “I think the fries are gonna get to you before the nuggets,” he added with a teasing smile. “Seriously though, I’m glad you’re okay. Did they at least let you see your appendix?”

finn beamed when sam walked into the room. the guy had a way of making even the darkest day feel a little brighter, and he could definitely use that kind of energy right now. “if i knew getting sick would get me free comics, i would’ve had my appendix out sooner,” he joked, eyeing the issue sam dropped on the tray. he paused at sam’s question, brow furrowing a little. “no, man. they didn’t even ask me. i didn’t know that was a thing. you think they’ve got it stashed somewhere?” his eyes flicked toward the door before turning back to sam. “puck’s not lurking outside, right? i told him to go home and get some rest. if he is, i’m gonna need you to drag him out for me.”

The second Puck heard Finn had been rushed to the hospital, his stomach dropped. Panic hit before he could even process it, and the drive over was a blur of red lights and worst-case scenarios running through his head. It wasn’t until the nurse told him Finn was stable that he could breathe again; barely. He stuck around the lobby for what felt like forever, needing something to do with his hands, so he wandered into the hospital gift shop. By the time he finally stepped into Finn’s room, his arms were full — flowers, a bunch of mismatched balloons, and a stuffed bear that was almost too big to carry. The thing’s face was weirdly lopsided, a little creepy even, but he figured Finn would get a laugh out of it. “No, thank god,” Puck said as he set everything down on the windowsill. “But I thought I might have when I heard the news.” His face softened, eyes sweeping over Finn like he still couldn’t quite believe he was okay. “You scared the shit outta me, man.” He stepped closer, gently brushing Finn’s matted hair back from his forehead, the tenderness in the gesture saying more than he could. “They said it was your appendix. How are you feeling?” His thumb lingered for a second before he pulled his hand back, trying to shake the edge out of his voice.

finn watched the concern on his boyfriend’s face and his stomach dropped, guilt settling heavy in his chest for making puck worry so much. he reached for his hand when puck pulled away, giving it a tight squeeze. “i’m sorry, babe. i would’ve called you, but…” he trailed off, unsure how to explain it. he didn’t even know how he’d ended up in the hospital, and that thought filled him with dread. “fuck, surgery? that’s gonna cost a fortune.” he gulped, already dreading the copay that would show up in the mail. “i’m good? sorta. i don’t feel anything, but i remember how bad it hurt. i couldn’t even walk, and that’s the last thing i remember.” he shifted over on the hospital bed, raising his arm to keep the iv line out of the way. “come cuddle me, i think you need more comforting than i do right now.”

for: @loveinfinn

Finn was wiped after a long day at school. One of his students had nearly taken a swing at him, and he’d had to send the kid to detention. He hated being the bad guy, he just wanted to change lives the way his teachers had changed his. He wanted nothing more than for the day to be over... until the second he stepped inside and his nose was hit with mouthwatering smells. He double checked he was in the right apartment before trailing toward the kitchen, eyebrow arched in suspicion.

you know it, man. i think you're right, but i just wanna make sure they get in good hands too. i've heard some sad shit about what happens to free kittens and i'm not gonna let that happen. good. i know i'm not the best about saying it, but i hope you know. that's up for debate, babe. either way is fine. i can meet you if you think they'll be okay for a bit. thanks for your support. no i know but honestly i never thought about it. i think vader kinda suits him anyway. i always thought i was more of a dog guy but now idk. they got to me.

don't worry, we won't let anything happen to them. i promise. did you find any new takers for them? i think some of the teachers at school would be willing to adopt and i trust most of them. i think they'll be fine alone for a few hours, cats are supposed to be independent. they're scrappy fighters like you. vader it is then, i can't wait to flood my instagram with kitten pictures. it was boyfriend pictures last week, now this. i know kitty is just about ready to unfollow me.

there aren't that many perks to being sick - you miss a lot of things, you start to feel isolated and a little crazy, it sucks. i think we can all agree. however, i finished a beautiful book in one night, like, life changing, and i would call that a win.

thanks, babe. i'm glad you have my back. yeah, and we'll keep them safe until then, right? shhh, don't let everyone hear you. just for some things. like animals... and you. no way, man. i'm the lucky one here. because somehow i got you. i love ya too, you know? well that's alright. sounds like us when we were younger. he's all yours then. i won't let anyone else have him. i dunno, i'm kinda partial to the solid black one. if we wanna keep with the theme, i could call him darth. or vader lol. what do you think?

always. we're ride or die, even before we started dating. right. i bet they're cute enough that we won't have six in our hands for too long. yeah i know, but i love you more. trust me, bro. i can't wait. i'll stop by a pet store on the way home to buy stuff for them. you want to meet me there or are you staying with the kittens? i think that'd be adorable but you don't have to pick a name that will please me. what's a name you've always wanted for your pet?

you did a good thing bringing them in. we can help them find a forever home. you have such a big heart, dude. when i think i can't love you more, you go and save stray kittens. i'm the luckiest guy in the world. uh, some cats are. i hear some can be rascals. but we'll handle it, it's fine. that one is definitely mine. what are you naming yours then?

does anyone know anything about kittens? people suck. i found a box out by the dumpster, so i guess i'm a dad now. no way was i gonna leave them there. send help.

💬 marley & finn

This was the side of Puck that no one else had really seen. He felt vulnerable even showing it to his best friend, but with how open Finn was being, couldn't keep it in any longer. "I get it. Honestly I didn't know I was into guys until a few years ago. Even then, I've been with a lot more girls. I think maybe — " he paused, breaking his gaze for a moment. "That I probably was comparing them to you, and let's be honest. No one can top that." His cheeks were hot again, from his own admittance but also the tender touch of Finn's fingers. "I was hoping you'd say that. I don't want anyone thinking they can have you either. But you know I'd understand too, if you needed time." For once, someone might be proud to be with him. Meeting Finn's warm gaze again, he cracked a laugh. "You'd have to kill me to keep me away." As their bodies melded more closely together by muscular legs, Puck emitted a small groan. He could feel hardness beneath him, and his own was starting to catch up. "Tell me what you like," Puck murmured, leaning down to catch Finn's lower lip gently between his teeth. "And what you want." Playfully his teeth tugged, then soothed the bite with his tongue. "'Cause since you told me about your problem, I haven't been able to stop thinking about being the one to take care of it for you."

The playful back-and-forth had always come easy with Finn, and it settled something in Puck to know that wouldn’t change just because there was a new layer to what they were. When Finn toppled him back, Puck laughed, surprised but more than a little delighted by this less-reserved side of him. “Dude, I just thought you had to pee a lot,” he teased, chuckling as his hands slid under Finn’s back, chin resting comfortably on his chest. “And yet you still wanted to be my roommate again? Were you planning on seducing me, Hudson? If you only knew the shit that went through my head. How many times I had to remind myself you weren’t into guys.” He buried his face against Finn’s shirt for a moment, breathing him in, letting himself sink into the new closeness he’d wanted for so long. “When I said take it slow, I meant I don’t wanna screw this up. I know you’re not a virgin.” His eyes lifted again, mischief glinting in them. “But if I’m a shitty boyfriend, you better call me out.” Puck's hands slipped higher beneath Finn’s shirt, fingers drawing lazy circles against warm skin. “I know you’re not… out, though. So, do you want me to keep this quiet? Or do we just do whatever feels right?”

Finn was glad they could slow down for a moment, even with his body running hot. His erection wasn’t going anywhere, but he still laid back with Puck on his chest, smiling down at him. He cupped his face, thumb dragging slowly across his cheek. “I never planned on ending up with a guy. That’s why I kept it quiet. I thought it was fine to like guys as long as I married a girl in the end.” His eyes flicked to the ceiling, embarrassed at how it sounded when he admitted it. “I tried going on dates with girls, but all I wanted was to come home to you.” He looked back down, locking onto Puck’s gaze before shaking his head. “No. I don’t care what anyone thinks. And besides, I can’t afford to let people think you’re single. Look at you.” With a grin, he hooked his long legs around Puck’s waist, pulling him close and holding him there. “You’re not getting away, dude. Ever.”

though finn joining her for lunch had been a surprise, it was a welcome one, frankly -- anything to help make her apartment feel a little less quiet and empty, even if just for a few moments. his question, however... well, that wasn't quite as well received. "...you mean like a month ago?" just barely managing to hold back an eye roll at the taboo topic, she instead focuses on clearing the table, knowing finn doesn't mean harm by it. "i don't know. it was sort of a slow build, i guess. like- i had butterflies from the beginning, but it wasn't really love, until, just... one day it was. i looked at him, and i knew. why?"

finn nodded slowly, letting the words sink in. he suspected he might be in love with his best friend, but he’d never really been in love before, not for real. hearing tina’s description line up so perfectly with what he was feeling only made it scarier. his palms prickled, and he rubbed them against his jeans, suddenly feeling jittery. “that’s… a lot,” he said softly with a frown. “how did it feel when you lost it?” that part scared him most. he shrugged and tried to act nonchalant, "no reason. one of my students is going through a breakup and he wanted advice"

Puck always wished Finn thought more of himself, but now maybe he’d have the chance to show him why he should. He still felt unworthy of Finn’s affection, but grateful too. There was probably no winning this argument — Finn insisting he wasn’t good enough, Puck convinced he wasn’t, but for once, Puck wanted to try. Wanted to live up to whatever Finn saw in him. Unable to fight the pull any longer, he leaned in and kissed him. It was raw and earnest, but careful too, like he was terrified of screwing it up. Heat rushed to his cheeks when Finn’s hand came up to his jaw, grounding him, while his own slid to the back of Finn’s neck to draw him closer. A low groan escaped as their mouths finally broke apart, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and slow to open. He’d kissed a lot of people in his life, but nothing had ever come close to this. Maybe this — this ache, this rush, this rightness was what it actually felt like to love someone.

Finn’s head was spinning, caught somewhere between lust, desire, and his romantic feelings. It would be too overwhelming around anyone else, but he felt safe around his best friend. “You’ve always had this effect on me, dude,” he admitted with a crooked smile, cheeks burning. “It was torture being your roommate sometimes... that’s why I took so many bathroom breaks.” He said playfully. He ran his thumb along Puck’s cheek as he kissed him again, slower this time, lingering. “How about you take it off for me?” he whispered, teasing . “I’m not a virgin, we don’t have to take it slow. I just… gotta be careful not to finish too fast.” He chuckled, then nodded quickly in agreement. “Yeah, of course. I’ll always be your best friend.” His hands slid to Puck’s waist as he walked them backward until the couch pressed against his legs, and he toppled down onto it with Puck landing on top of him. “But maybe we could be a lot more. Like… boyfriends more?”

Puck’s mouth opened like he had something smart to fire back, but for once nothing came out. Finn’s words just sat there between them, heavier than he expected, even if some part of him had been waiting for this since Finn first admitted anything. Setting the beer down untouched, his eyes found Finn’s again, softer than usual. “You don’t gotta apologize, man. I was just… letting you know. I’ve thought about it too. More than I ever let myself admit. Just figured it was pointless. And stop worrying about what Kitty says.” He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting closer. His voice dropped, uncharacteristically unsure. “You know you’re totally out of my league, right? You could do way better than me. And you deserve better, too.” Silence hung between them before Puck leaned in, slow and hesitant. “I’ve never been in love, but how I feel about you? It’s the closest I’ve ever come.” A faint, wry smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve never been much of a boyfriend either. I don’t wanna screw up what we already have if you change your mind.” His gaze flicked to Finn’s mouth, nerves written all over him as he wet his lips. He’d never been much of a gentleman, so why start now? “Fuck it,” he muttered, huffing softly — his breath brushing Finn’s lips just before he closed the distance and kissed him, tentative but real.

Finn never expected anything to come from his love confession beyond a conversation to help him sort out his feelings. He didn’t believe Puck could feel the same way, and hearing those claims out loud felt absurd. Part of him was angry that his best friend couldn’t see how amazing he was, and part of him was too charmed by the flattery to care. “You’re the best, dude. Are you kidding me? I don’t deserve you, let alone better…” He nodded, already knowing he didn’t want to risk their friendship. It was the most important thing he had, and he’d fight down any feelings if it meant protecting it. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Puck’s lips were on his before the words could form. His brows shot up in surprise, then his eyes fluttered closed as he cupped Puck’s jaw and melted into the kiss. It was everything he’d ever wanted, fireworks bursting in his mind, along with something much less romantic stirring in his pants. He broke away with an awkward laugh, glancing down at how hard he already was. “Sorry. Told you it’s an issue.” He pressed a slower kiss to Puck’s lips, then smirked. “We should probably slow down. I really like these pants.” He licked his bottom lip, playful now. “And for what it’s worth… I think you’d make the best boyfriend. You're already the best best friend.”