Puck is not being cooperative in the slightest, and then he's leaving Sam by himself in the truck, so Sam grudgingly opens the door and stumbles out. He runs smack into Puck, throwing his arms around his waist from behind as he presses his face into his back. "It would be so much better if we slept in your truck." He goes with Puck to the front door, dragging his feet and not so discreetly feeling up the muscles in Puck's stomach. "I'll only sleep inside if you hold me the whole night. No coffee, no shower, just come to bed with me."

Once they're inside, Sam tries pulling Puck toward his bedroom. His own bedroom gets ignored; he's slept in his bed maybe a handful of times when Puck's been away with Quinn and Sam was too upset to deal with the smell of Puck all over the sheets. Tonight he wants Puck's soft bed, and their limbs all tangled up together, and Puck's warm breath on his skin as he falls asleep. "Come on," he says, tugging Puck by his wrists. "Just you and me. I need you tonight. I'll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow morning. Totally kosher."