( puck/sam verse: guys' night )

[lormenari]

Sam almost doesn't mind that their entire kitchen counter is covered with various pizza toppings that could fulfill his calorie intake for the next month, because it's been a long, hard week of pretending to ignore the swell of jealousy when Puck's on the phone with Quinn, or when Quinn pops in for a surprise visit, or when Puck quietly leaves to see her, and now it's finally Friday, and Sam has his boyfriend all to himself. He's hoping he can get Puck to talk a little. It's not that he's too hung up on labels or anything, but sometimes he looks at Puck and he has no idea if he's straight or gay or bi or likes kangaroos, and Sam would just like to know, or at least help Puck figure it out. Somewhere along the way, maybe he can convince Puck to have real tab A, slot B sex with him, too. It's one thing if Puck isn't ready to take that step. It's another thing entirely if Puck thinks that's something gay people do and "I am not gay, Sam."

At least his... unique love life gives him lots of material to work with when he's trying to write songs. (He's pretty sure his slew of emo rage ballads aren't going to make it onto their album, though.)

They're making a pizza together, and Sam's trying to keep his half mostly green while Puck piles on meat and cheese. "How do you keep yourself looking like this when you eat like that?" Sam licks some sauce from his thumb before putting his arms around Puck's waist from behind, skimming his hands over the firm muscles of his stomach. He kisses the back of Puck's neck, then rests his chin on Puck's shoulder, grinning as he watches the pizza grow. "I like this super domestic thing we've got going on. All we need are matching aprons."