Because I Loved You
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Category:
G through L › Glee
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,655
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Glee and I make no money from this piece of writing.
Centerfield
"So," I said unlocking the fence door and opening it for Finn, "are you gonna tell me why you hate yourself each time you kiss me?"
He looked at how wide I'd swung the door open and made a face. "I'm not a total fat ass Puck," he said waddling through the entrance way.
I snorted my 'whatever'. "So?"
"Maybe later…" he grunted.
I rolled my eyes but barked, "So what're we doin’ here Finn?!"
"I don't know what YOU'RE going doing but I’m going to sit out in centerfield for a while."
I really didn't know why but I followed him…
As he walked out to centerfield I noticed just how much being pregnant had changed his body… His stomach was, of course huge. Sometimes I wondered if he was gonna get bigger where was he going to put it. His hips were changing too. They were getting wide. It was freaky; I mean if he had breasts, he'd look like a chick! And that would just be weird!
"What the hell are you staring at?" Finn asked sharply.
My eyes immediately refocused on his face.
"Your… ass…?" I said awkwardly, not being able to put together a good enough lie on the spot like that.
He snorted, making a face and began to sit down on the ground.
"Here, let me help you," I said grabbing his shoulders and lowering him down onto the grass.
"Thanks," he muttered sighing. I plopped down beside him. "So why were you staring at my ass?" he asked.
"Why do you hate yourself?" I asked with a smirk.
"I don't hate myself!" he cried giving me the stare from hell. "Only after I kiss you…"
"What about WHEN you're kissing me…?" I asked with another smirk.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why do you care so much?"
"Well," I started, shrugging my shoulders, "you know kissing guys is different from kissing girls… I wanted to know how you…"
"Felt…? he asked.
"Sure," I said. "So why do you FEEL… bad after kissing me?"
He sighed and leaned back on his hands. "It’s because… it’s because I… I know you don't mean it Puck…"
I snorted. "Why would I mean it Finn? Matter of fact, why would you WANT me to mean it?"
Finn just stared at me. It wasn't a mean stare or a freaky one, it was a blank stare.
"Dude…" I muttered looking down at the grass.
He sighed and rolled on his back onto the grass and closed his eyes.
I looked down at him and sighed too. I didn't want him to feel bad after I kissed him…
***
That night, after dropping Finn back at his place and getting screamed at by mother of course, I dreamt of Finn. More like… I dreamt of Finn's ass…
It bothered me! Why?! Why?! WHY was it so…? Why did it-?! Why did HE-?!
…Why did his ass make me so hard…?
***
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He looked at how wide I'd swung the door open and made a face. "I'm not a total fat ass Puck," he said waddling through the entrance way.
I snorted my 'whatever'. "So?"
"Maybe later…" he grunted.
I rolled my eyes but barked, "So what're we doin’ here Finn?!"
"I don't know what YOU'RE going doing but I’m going to sit out in centerfield for a while."
I really didn't know why but I followed him…
As he walked out to centerfield I noticed just how much being pregnant had changed his body… His stomach was, of course huge. Sometimes I wondered if he was gonna get bigger where was he going to put it. His hips were changing too. They were getting wide. It was freaky; I mean if he had breasts, he'd look like a chick! And that would just be weird!
"What the hell are you staring at?" Finn asked sharply.
My eyes immediately refocused on his face.
"Your… ass…?" I said awkwardly, not being able to put together a good enough lie on the spot like that.
He snorted, making a face and began to sit down on the ground.
"Here, let me help you," I said grabbing his shoulders and lowering him down onto the grass.
"Thanks," he muttered sighing. I plopped down beside him. "So why were you staring at my ass?" he asked.
"Why do you hate yourself?" I asked with a smirk.
"I don't hate myself!" he cried giving me the stare from hell. "Only after I kiss you…"
"What about WHEN you're kissing me…?" I asked with another smirk.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why do you care so much?"
"Well," I started, shrugging my shoulders, "you know kissing guys is different from kissing girls… I wanted to know how you…"
"Felt…? he asked.
"Sure," I said. "So why do you FEEL… bad after kissing me?"
He sighed and leaned back on his hands. "It’s because… it’s because I… I know you don't mean it Puck…"
I snorted. "Why would I mean it Finn? Matter of fact, why would you WANT me to mean it?"
Finn just stared at me. It wasn't a mean stare or a freaky one, it was a blank stare.
"Dude…" I muttered looking down at the grass.
He sighed and rolled on his back onto the grass and closed his eyes.
I looked down at him and sighed too. I didn't want him to feel bad after I kissed him…
***
That night, after dropping Finn back at his place and getting screamed at by mother of course, I dreamt of Finn. More like… I dreamt of Finn's ass…
It bothered me! Why?! Why?! WHY was it so…? Why did it-?! Why did HE-?!
…Why did his ass make me so hard…?
***
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