Noah and the Whale (A.K.A. that fat kid that couldn’t swim)
Title: Noah and the Whale (AKA that fat kid that couldn't swim)
Author: goddesspixie182
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Gennre: Drama, slight-romance
Word Count: 1,545
Author Notes: A Prequel of sorts to To achieve world domination which I wrote for the suck_love fic meme. Completely un-betaed and written quickly so excuse any mistakes or lapses in judgment!
Warning: un-betaed, one boy-kiss
Spoilers: 1.01 (but only for the mere existence of Sam)
Disclaimer: nothing is mine and I do mean nothing!
Summary:Puck was a swimmer...always would be.
Puck loved to swim. First it was purely a pubescent boy’s desire to see anyone and everyone as naked as possible. So, he would drag Finn to the local pool and they would do cannonballs off the diving board, walk around the pool trying to flirt with girls far older and far more experienced in the art of poolside seduction than them, and buy nachos so big they would both feel like puking after they’d eaten the entire thing. Puck loved it; the smell of chlorine, the feel of his entire body encased by cool relief from the summers rays, and pure relaxation he felt from spending so much time outdoors and in the water. He didn’t have to deal with anything here. Not his dad leaving, not his baby sister teething and ruining his Mario Bros. cartridge, a most importantly not all the shit everyone had to say about him.
As the summers went on Puck spent less time at the pool during the mid-day heat when bodies amassed on the small body of water and more time in the early morning when it was quiet and no one besides Jamie-his favorite lifeguard- was there. He’d do lap after lap after lap. He wouldn’t think, he would just keep moving letting his body work out all the stress his mind had accumulated. It worked. It worked so well that by the time Puck was 13 he held four county records from the swim team in Junior High.
Then high school, pool cleaning, and cougars happened. You didn’t get anywhere in McKinley by being a swimmer- swimmer shaved their legs and were pussies. Football players however, they had all the power, no one fucked with you if you were on the football team. Puck had the reflexes and speed he’d developed in all those years of pool time to get him a spot of the Varsity team as a freshman. For the most part he liked it too, it was challenging-especially since all the other guys on the team sucked- and it almost worked to clear his mind like swimming had.
Sam changed all of that.
Sam was awesome. He would talk to you about something like football or the weather or even what the hell Coach Bieste and Coach Sylvester were fighting over now and turn into this big long conversation that had you revealing shit you didn’t even know about yourself, and it didn’t even feel awkward afterwards. It felt like you should be telling Sam your entire life story the first time you sat down and complained about wind sprints after four slices of pizza. He would just smile that little smile of his that should have looked ridiculous on a mouth as big as his and you’d feel better. Puck was sure he was a mutant (one of the cools ones in X-Men).
So all of a sudden Puck could stop thinking and just live without football, without throwing dweebs into dumpsters, even without swimming. Puck understood why people were always saying he should ‘talk to someone’ now. Sam didn’t expect anything out of him, he was just another guy. Only he was just another guy that didn’t know anything about him, who didn’t know about his past and make assumptions about him because of it. Sam was great.
So they’d started to hang out more. In the beginning it was video games and random pick-up games, but then Puck had suggested they go and just drive ‘til they found something to do and driving around became their something to do. Sam would pull out a map that Puck was sure was made before either of them was born, and find a place to go. They went to parks, tiny little towns that made them feel grateful for living in Lima, even they even went to what Sam read as a wildlife preserve but was actually hunting grounds.
One night they’d ended up a little closer to home. They’d ended up lying next to this creek-bordering-on-river that neither had ever seen before talking about if Sam should get his hair cut, whether Puck was better off without the Mohawk, and how in the world had they ended up spending every single second of free time together. And somehow, neither Puck nor Sam were really quite sure how afterwards, they wound up saving a boy from drowning. Puck could only remember the pulsing shock of the water as he dove in after seeing the almost silent struggle of a body in the water, and the drive to get both himself and the boy out of the water quick. Puck did not hear Sam slam into the water beside him or feel the extra weight of this not-undersized boy that he helped Puck to lift. Puck had never been so single minded before…never had the moment of pure silence in his mind where instinct took over completely and the rest of brain had nothing to say about what he had just gotten himself into.
They’d gotten the boy out, they’d gotten themselves out, and they’d saved this boy’s life without even thinking about it. As Puck pulled himself out of the water and then pulled the boy from Sam’s grip and onto the bank he began to think about what had just happened. Thoughts of Sam diving into the water and drowning while trying to save this boy came flooding to the forefront of his mind and as Puck mindlessly gave the boy CPR he thought about what he would do if Sam had started to drown while saving a boy from the same fate. He had no doubt that he would let this boy he was breathing life into die if it meant saving Sam, and it scared Puck that there was no moment of hesitation or moral dilemma.
Puck would do whatever it took to make sure Sam was okay, whatever it took.
When the sirens registered in Puck’s ears his brain was finally working well enough to wonder if it was Sam who had called 911. It seemed like as soon as the kid started breathing again the paramedics were there pulling Puck off and starting their own lifesaving procedures. Puck could only stare as they lifted this life he had just saved onto a gurney and into the ambulance. Someone had wrapped a woolen blanket around Puck’s shoulders and sat him next to Sam on the side of a fire truck by the time the ambulance had pulled away.
“Are you okay?” Puck heard Sam ask softer than he’d ever heard him before.
“Am I okay? You just jumped into that river. You could have drowned,” Puck said matching Sam’s tone out of habit despite how angry he was at Sam all of a sudden.
“You did the same thing Puck; you jumped in first, pulled that boy and me out of the water, then gave him CPR for twenty minutes! And you’re yelling at me for almost drowning?” Sam yells at Puck still sitting next to him looking calm for all the rest of the world to see.
“I could handle it, I’m a swimmer. You…you could have died Sam, do you have any idea how strong that current is?” Puck said suddenly unable to retaliate against Sam’s accusation.
“Yeah, I was in that water just like you were. I knew that the both of us could get him and ourselves out of that water and back onto dry land. As soon as I saw you jump into that water I had to go in after you. I trusted that you would have my back. I need you to know that I’ll have yours. I can handle it Puck, I can follow you wherever you need me too.” Puck couldn’t say he didn’t know what possessed him and made him kiss Sam. This trust that had been slowly building between the both of them was tested tonight and Puck knew he could trust Sam with this, whether it was just a moment of post-life threatening stress or the start of something they’d both been building towards, either way Sam could handle it. Sam would be there when Puck needed him, to back him up. So if Sam could trust him enough to jump into ice-cold river, Puck could trust Sam enough to kiss him in front of a rather large group of firemen, police, and the two EMT’s who hadn’t left with the drowning victim.
“I know” Puck said pulling back and resting his head against the back of the truck, finally feeling the exhaustion of the last hour. “I know I can trust you and I do.”
“So, you’re a swimmer huh?” Sam asked smiling back to Puck energetically, looking like he’d just taken a shower with all his clothes on instead of half-way dead like Puck.
“Yeah, I’m a swimmer. I’ve got three records that still stand. My fourth was beaten by this little punk last year.”
“That’s kind of hot,” Sam said leaning back against the truck and pressing his side up against Puck’s. “…so much for hetero-life mates huh?”
And if this story had to have a moral, Puck would probably say it was best friends rule…and firemen can keep secrets like they’re gold.
Author: goddesspixie182
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Gennre: Drama, slight-romance
Word Count: 1,545
Author Notes: A Prequel of sorts to To achieve world domination which I wrote for the suck_love fic meme. Completely un-betaed and written quickly so excuse any mistakes or lapses in judgment!
Warning: un-betaed, one boy-kiss
Spoilers: 1.01 (but only for the mere existence of Sam)
Disclaimer: nothing is mine and I do mean nothing!
Summary:Puck was a swimmer...always would be.
Puck loved to swim. First it was purely a pubescent boy’s desire to see anyone and everyone as naked as possible. So, he would drag Finn to the local pool and they would do cannonballs off the diving board, walk around the pool trying to flirt with girls far older and far more experienced in the art of poolside seduction than them, and buy nachos so big they would both feel like puking after they’d eaten the entire thing. Puck loved it; the smell of chlorine, the feel of his entire body encased by cool relief from the summers rays, and pure relaxation he felt from spending so much time outdoors and in the water. He didn’t have to deal with anything here. Not his dad leaving, not his baby sister teething and ruining his Mario Bros. cartridge, a most importantly not all the shit everyone had to say about him.
As the summers went on Puck spent less time at the pool during the mid-day heat when bodies amassed on the small body of water and more time in the early morning when it was quiet and no one besides Jamie-his favorite lifeguard- was there. He’d do lap after lap after lap. He wouldn’t think, he would just keep moving letting his body work out all the stress his mind had accumulated. It worked. It worked so well that by the time Puck was 13 he held four county records from the swim team in Junior High.
Then high school, pool cleaning, and cougars happened. You didn’t get anywhere in McKinley by being a swimmer- swimmer shaved their legs and were pussies. Football players however, they had all the power, no one fucked with you if you were on the football team. Puck had the reflexes and speed he’d developed in all those years of pool time to get him a spot of the Varsity team as a freshman. For the most part he liked it too, it was challenging-especially since all the other guys on the team sucked- and it almost worked to clear his mind like swimming had.
Sam changed all of that.
Sam was awesome. He would talk to you about something like football or the weather or even what the hell Coach Bieste and Coach Sylvester were fighting over now and turn into this big long conversation that had you revealing shit you didn’t even know about yourself, and it didn’t even feel awkward afterwards. It felt like you should be telling Sam your entire life story the first time you sat down and complained about wind sprints after four slices of pizza. He would just smile that little smile of his that should have looked ridiculous on a mouth as big as his and you’d feel better. Puck was sure he was a mutant (one of the cools ones in X-Men).
So all of a sudden Puck could stop thinking and just live without football, without throwing dweebs into dumpsters, even without swimming. Puck understood why people were always saying he should ‘talk to someone’ now. Sam didn’t expect anything out of him, he was just another guy. Only he was just another guy that didn’t know anything about him, who didn’t know about his past and make assumptions about him because of it. Sam was great.
So they’d started to hang out more. In the beginning it was video games and random pick-up games, but then Puck had suggested they go and just drive ‘til they found something to do and driving around became their something to do. Sam would pull out a map that Puck was sure was made before either of them was born, and find a place to go. They went to parks, tiny little towns that made them feel grateful for living in Lima, even they even went to what Sam read as a wildlife preserve but was actually hunting grounds.
One night they’d ended up a little closer to home. They’d ended up lying next to this creek-bordering-on-river that neither had ever seen before talking about if Sam should get his hair cut, whether Puck was better off without the Mohawk, and how in the world had they ended up spending every single second of free time together. And somehow, neither Puck nor Sam were really quite sure how afterwards, they wound up saving a boy from drowning. Puck could only remember the pulsing shock of the water as he dove in after seeing the almost silent struggle of a body in the water, and the drive to get both himself and the boy out of the water quick. Puck did not hear Sam slam into the water beside him or feel the extra weight of this not-undersized boy that he helped Puck to lift. Puck had never been so single minded before…never had the moment of pure silence in his mind where instinct took over completely and the rest of brain had nothing to say about what he had just gotten himself into.
They’d gotten the boy out, they’d gotten themselves out, and they’d saved this boy’s life without even thinking about it. As Puck pulled himself out of the water and then pulled the boy from Sam’s grip and onto the bank he began to think about what had just happened. Thoughts of Sam diving into the water and drowning while trying to save this boy came flooding to the forefront of his mind and as Puck mindlessly gave the boy CPR he thought about what he would do if Sam had started to drown while saving a boy from the same fate. He had no doubt that he would let this boy he was breathing life into die if it meant saving Sam, and it scared Puck that there was no moment of hesitation or moral dilemma.
Puck would do whatever it took to make sure Sam was okay, whatever it took.
When the sirens registered in Puck’s ears his brain was finally working well enough to wonder if it was Sam who had called 911. It seemed like as soon as the kid started breathing again the paramedics were there pulling Puck off and starting their own lifesaving procedures. Puck could only stare as they lifted this life he had just saved onto a gurney and into the ambulance. Someone had wrapped a woolen blanket around Puck’s shoulders and sat him next to Sam on the side of a fire truck by the time the ambulance had pulled away.
“Are you okay?” Puck heard Sam ask softer than he’d ever heard him before.
“Am I okay? You just jumped into that river. You could have drowned,” Puck said matching Sam’s tone out of habit despite how angry he was at Sam all of a sudden.
“You did the same thing Puck; you jumped in first, pulled that boy and me out of the water, then gave him CPR for twenty minutes! And you’re yelling at me for almost drowning?” Sam yells at Puck still sitting next to him looking calm for all the rest of the world to see.
“I could handle it, I’m a swimmer. You…you could have died Sam, do you have any idea how strong that current is?” Puck said suddenly unable to retaliate against Sam’s accusation.
“Yeah, I was in that water just like you were. I knew that the both of us could get him and ourselves out of that water and back onto dry land. As soon as I saw you jump into that water I had to go in after you. I trusted that you would have my back. I need you to know that I’ll have yours. I can handle it Puck, I can follow you wherever you need me too.” Puck couldn’t say he didn’t know what possessed him and made him kiss Sam. This trust that had been slowly building between the both of them was tested tonight and Puck knew he could trust Sam with this, whether it was just a moment of post-life threatening stress or the start of something they’d both been building towards, either way Sam could handle it. Sam would be there when Puck needed him, to back him up. So if Sam could trust him enough to jump into ice-cold river, Puck could trust Sam enough to kiss him in front of a rather large group of firemen, police, and the two EMT’s who hadn’t left with the drowning victim.
“I know” Puck said pulling back and resting his head against the back of the truck, finally feeling the exhaustion of the last hour. “I know I can trust you and I do.”
“So, you’re a swimmer huh?” Sam asked smiling back to Puck energetically, looking like he’d just taken a shower with all his clothes on instead of half-way dead like Puck.
“Yeah, I’m a swimmer. I’ve got three records that still stand. My fourth was beaten by this little punk last year.”
“That’s kind of hot,” Sam said leaning back against the truck and pressing his side up against Puck’s. “…so much for hetero-life mates huh?”
And if this story had to have a moral, Puck would probably say it was best friends rule…and firemen can keep secrets like they’re gold.