lormenari

Sam blows out his breath noisily, his bangs flying up. "I don't wanna sleep it off. I don't wanna sleep. I don't need a shower. I don't wanna go home." He unbuckles his seat belt. "I'm not going inside. I'm sleeping in the car." Sam pushes himself up unsteadily, turning around and crawling into the backseat, his arms and legs knocking into Puck as he goes. He lands headfirst into the backseat, and he struggles for a moment to get the rest of his body in the back. He manages to only accidentally kick Puck twice before he gets all the way in. "I'm sleeping here. When you park, come here and sleep with me. You can keep me warm."

Sam lies on his back, feeling all the bumps in the road as Puck drives. He still feels sad, but he'll feel better when Puck snuggles against him in the backseat. The car is so much cozier than the house because Sam's too used to sleeping on the tour bus and in hotels. Having an actual, stationary, permanent bedroom is lame. "We don't have to talk. I just want you with me. I need to fall asleep on you. I don't want to go to the house, I want to stay out here, with you. I wanna be with you forever. I wanna grow old with you, man." He gestures messily with his hands to emphasize his point, even though he's pretty sure Puck isn't looking at him.