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Little Red Thong	By : thatonegirl Category: G through L > Glee Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“This is boring.”
Sam was sitting in a chair in Puck’s room, fiddling with a green ribbon. He was supposed to hot glue them into the shape of the breast cancer ribbon and pin a “Save The Earth!” decal to them. He’d only made about five of them so far, but that was just because he was being lazy. He scrolled through his iPod, which was connected to the giant speakers in Puck’s room, trying to find a song that’d keep him awake.
Puck, on the other hand, was zooming through his pile of ribbons. He must have made about 50 of them by now, at least, and was thoroughly engrossed in his work.
“Why are we doing this again?” Sam asked, yawning.
“Dude. We volunteered to, remember? ‘Glee Club Saves The Earth’?” Puck said, glancing at the blonde. “You seemed all for it when I suggested it.”
“I seriously thought you were joking, man.” Sam shot a dirty look at Puck. “I didn’t know we’d actually be doing this on a Saturday night.”
“C’mon, Sam. It makes us better people.”
“I was already a good person, Puck. I don’t know about you, all right?”
“You were a stripper.”
“That was solely for monetary reasons.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. You just liked having your shirt off and being able to wiggle your ass in a little red thong.”
Sam shrugged. “I’m not embarrassed about my body. Might as well show it off if I have the chance, y’know?” He smirked. “You should try it sometime.”
Puck rolled his eyes. “Puh-lease. I’ve slept with more girls than you can count, Evans. I know my body is in top condition. I make sure of it. I just don’t find it necessary to coat myself in glitter and have confirmations yelled at me by 40-year-old women.”
“Or men.” Sam blurted out. His eyes widened and he immediately slapped his hand onto his mouth.
“Wait...what?!?”
“Nothing. Um...how many more of these do we have to make?” Sam stuttered, waving towards his pile of ribbons.
“Sam. Where did you work?”
“A strip club! You know. Finn and Rachel told you all about it.”
“Was that the only strip club you worked at?”
“No…”
Puck stared at Sam, anticipating an answer. “Where else did you work, dude?” he asked finally, getting impatient.
“White Chocolate was a very in-demand performer.”
Puck’s jaw dropped. “Did you work at a gay strip club?”
Sam slowly looked over at Puck and sighed. “...yes.”
Puck shot up. “Holy shit, man! For how long?”
Sam shrugged. “A few months. It was better pay than the regular strip club. I was more...appreciated there.”
Puck sat down at the edge of his bed so that he was right in front of Sam. “So?”
“So...what?”
“What was it like, man? What kind of guys did you dance for? Did you ever give anyone a lap dance?”
Sam chuckled and then looked Puck dead in the eye. “I’m not allowed to give out the names of my...private customers.”
“Shit, man! What...so wait, you just did this for fun?”
“What? No, I did it for the money!”
“No, I mean...you’re not gay, are you?”
“No...but why are you saying it like that? We know plenty of awesome gay guys.”
“Yeah, but it’d just be...weird, y’know, if you were gay.”
“Weird like...how?”
Puck groaned and flopped back onto his bed. “I don’t know, man, we’ve been through a lot together and, thanks to the locker room, we’ve seen a lot of each other and...I don’t know, I’d feel bad if you were gay.”
Sam leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “Wait, what?”
“I guess what I’m trying to say,” Puck sighed, “is that...well, first off, I’m your closest guy friend at McKinley, right?”
“I suppose.” Sam said, shrugging. “What does it matter?”
“Well, I mean, Finn’s been my best friend for a long time, but...you’re different. Us two, we have more in common than Finn and I do.”
“All right...what are you getting at here?”
“So, assuming that we are each other’s best guy friends, I feel that, if you were gay, you’d…” Puck paused.
Sam glared at him, annoyed. “I’d what, Puck?”
“...you’d be in love with me.” he finished.
Sam scoffed. “Wait, what?”
“I mean, c’mon, dude,” Puck said, sitting up, “it only makes sense. We’re the two hottest guys at school.”
“Puck. Do you really think that that’s all I chase after? Looks?”
“I dunno, you seem to be really obsessed with how you look all the time, I just figured it was something you’d want your crush to be aware of too.”
“Well, you’re wrong,” stated Sam, “because there’s a lot more to being my crush than just looks.”
“All right.” Puck said. “Hit me with your best shot.”
“First off, my crush would have to love their family.”
“Are you kidding me? I love kids! I love my mom! I have a daughter, you know that. She means the world to me.”
Sam stared hard at Puck. “Okay. Fine. Well...the next thing would have to be that they were musical, or at least agreed that music is a huge part of their life.”
“Ha!” Puck laughed. “Dude. I am the best guitar player in glee club--no offense--and you’ve heard me sing. Voice of a fuckin’ angel.”
“‘Best’ is one way to describe it.” said Sam, rolling his eyes.
“C’mon, man!” Puck said, leaning forward. “What else you got?”
“Puck…why are you so inclined on proving that you’d be the perfect man for me?”
“Because,” Puck replied, “I made a point, and I need to prove it true. So tell me more.”
“Fine,” said Sam, crossing his arms over his chest. “My dream man needs to be gay.”
“Cool.” Puck said, smiling. “I could deal with that.”
“Um...you could deal with what?”
“Being gay. Duh.”
“Dude. What?”
Puck rolled his eyes. “I may or may not have kissed one or two guys before.” He said, causing Sam to break out in a huge grin. “Hey! Shut it, Trouty Mouth. It was on a dare.”
Sam didn’t--and couldn’t--stop smiling. “So?”
“So what?”
“How was it? What did you think?”
“I dunno. It was...new, but not that different from kissing a girl. None of the guys I kissed were like Kurt, anyways, they were more...like me. It was weird and rough but...I guess I liked it?”
Sam burst out laughing. Puck frowned at him. “Dude, what is it?”
“Puck, man,” Sam said between chuckles, “you’re totally into guys. Admit it.”
“Dude, I am not! They were just a few kisses! It meant nothing! It was like when a couple guys do it in the movies!”
“Yeah, sure, except...no one was acting in your situation.”
“Shut up, Sam!”
Sam stopped laughing, but continued smiling. “I have an idea.”
Puck looked at him. “What is it?”
Sam stood up, motioning at the chair he had been sitting in. “Sit down, Puck.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it, all right?”
Puck sighed, got up, and walked over to the chair, sitting down. “Okay. What do you want? Did you just want to sit on my bed or something?”
“Nah.” Sam said, smirking. “I know how to test if you like guys or not.”
Puck did a double take. “Wh--what?!? No, man, stop it! Are you gonna kiss me or something? I--”
But before he could say another word, one of Sam’s hands was over his mouth, and the other was on his shoulder, pushing him down and keeping him in place. “Keep quiet.” The blonde said, leaning in close to Puck. “If you aren’t attracted to guys, you shouldn’t be so worried about this at all, now should you, Puck?”
Sam took his hand away from Puck’s face but still kept a firm grip on his shoulder. “Since you’ve been so…inquisitive about my career, let me satisfy your curiosity.” He said with a smile. “White Chocolate was more popular at gay strip clubs than straight ones. So, yes, I did work the poles there once or twice.”
“P--poles?” Puck stuttered.
“I’m very...flexible.” Sam stated, and continued on with his explanation. “As for the lap dances, well...mine were supposed to be the best in the state. That’s been voted on by both guys and girls, by the way. Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy dancing for the guys more.”
Puck could feel his palms begin to clam up, although he had no idea why. Sam leaned in close to him. “So, yes, I just might be gay. However, I have no idea if I am. The funny thing is, neither do you.” Sam moved to Puck’s ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. “But we’re going to help each other find out.”
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