flirt - noah puckerman

Chapter 3

chapter three - hangover

--Warning: this chapter includes alcohol consumption!--

Erin's POV

I hop out of the back of Finn's car, followed by Quinn and Finn, as Puck pulls into my driveway behind us.  I unlock the front door as the three follow me inside, Finn immediately grabbing Puck and B-lining for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.

"Hey!" I scold Finn. 

"Don't worry, baby. I'll replace it all before your mom gets home," Puck smirks at me before the two return to their task.  I roll my eyes before heading up to my room with Quinn. 

"Did you hear that?" Quinn asks, grinning at me, as I sit down on the bed. "'Baby,'" she teases.  I laugh and roll my eyes at her just before the two boys come barreling into the room with two handles of liquor. 

"M'lady," Puck grins, sitting down on the bed beside me and passing me the bottle of vodka, as Finn turns on some music from my laptop. 

"And they say chivalry is dead," I tease, taking a large swig out of the bottle. I watch as Finn sits down on the floor beside Quinn and offers her a sip from the bottle of tequila in his hand. 

"Finn, you know I can't drink," she whispers, looking at him with wide eyes. 

"Wait, why can't you drink?" Puck furrows his eyebrows at her. 

"I'm... trying to keep my figure down... for the Cheerios," she laughs nervously. "Do you know how many empty calories are in alcohol?" Puck shrugs her off, taking another large swig from the bottle before turning to face me again. 

"So, how about a game of strip poker?" Puck grins, raising his eyebrows at me.  

"I'm in," Finn grins, taking another swig from the bottle in his hand and wincing at the taste. 

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Finn's POV

I open my eyes to the bright sun coming through my bedroom window, as Quinn stirred awake beside me.  I squint at the light and groan at the oncoming headache. 

"Here," Quinn laughs, grabbing the glass of water and bottle of ibuprofen off my bedside table. "I figured you'd be hungover." I give her a small smile before sitting up, taking the pill, and chugging the glass of water.  

"We should probably go check on Erin and Puck," I sigh, rubbing my head.  Quinn nods.

"Once Erin started agreeing to let Puck take body shots off of her, I knew she was past the point of no return," she giggles, as we both began to get ready.  I grabbed a pair of sunglasses before heading out the door.  

We walk back over to Erin's house, opening the front door, and heading up the stairs to her room.  Quinn quietly opens the door and muffles down a laugh, seeing both of them spooning and still half naked from the strip poker. I laugh and turn off the music still playing from Erin's laptop, as Erin squints her eyes awake.  She widens her eyes, looking down at Puck's arm locked tightly around her waist and his head nuzzled into her neck, quickly attempting to get out from his grasp, making him groan and pull her back in closer.  

"Help," she mouths to me, looking up at Quinn and I as we both attempt to muffle down laughter.  I grab Puckerman's arm, pulling him off of her, making him groan and open his eyes, as she quickly slipped out of bed.  Erin groans, slipping on a t-shirt and walking past us to the bathroom. 

"Good morning to you too," Quinn laughs to Erin, as Puck gets up and puts his jeans back on.  "I'm going to go make some breakfast for you guys," Quinn smiles before heading downstairs.