So, this is my first ever fanfiction. It's my first time writing for Sam and Finn. I hope you like it. I wanted to use my creative writing skills and write something.

Again, I hope you like it :)

ALMOST KISSES

Chapter One

Finn's POV

Rachel was having this party thing. She was trying to show everyone in Glee Club that she can have a good time. What started off as a good time went straight to out of hand. Puck of course convinced Rachel to get all the booze. Wine Coolers weren't enough for us. I chose not to drink. I might as well be the designated driver. I never gave into peer pressure. Seeing the Glee Club all buzzed up on alcohol made me feel uncomfortable. I sat on the couch and saw everyone getting plastered. But as I watched all of them get out of hand. I noticed that Sam was absent. Which was weird? I saw him when I got here. I went to look for him to see if he was okay.

I walked upstairs. No lights were on in the hallway but I light from the end of the hall peered on the far right. And distinct noise was coming from there. I walked towards the room to see Sam sitting in Rachel's living room watching T.V. Cartoon Network of course. Sam was kind of nerdy and he was into comic books and cartoons. But I was into that stuff too.

"Hey", I said.

"Finn! You scared me", Sam chuckled. He turned the television off and got up off the couch.

"Why aren't you at the party?" I asked him.

"To be honest, I'm not into the whole drinking thing. Call me lame for enjoying a glass of milk", Sam told me.

"You're not lame. I'm not into the whole drinking thing either", I said.

Sam chuckled and smiled. What people don't really know about me? Is that, I'm gay and I have a crush on Sam. I play it all tough and act like I'm into girls, when the truth is, I only really want to be with Sam. Even though I had no chance in hell. He was dating Quinn Fabray. My Ex-Girlfriend. There he was. Messy Blonde Hair. Lips I just want to jump on at this moment, since no one was around it was the perfect moment.

"Finn? Are you okay", Sam asked.

"Uh. Yeah. Want to grab some milk" I asked him.

He nodded.

We walked into Rachel's kitchen. You could tell that her dads loved IKEA. Sam sat down at the counter. Since Rachel and I used to date. I pretty much knew where everything was. I took out two glasses and went to the fridge to grab the milk.

"Here you go", I gave Sam his glass, while I began to pour mine. He started to drink. Sometimes I felt like a creeper or a stalker. I felt like I watched him too much. I was just so attracted to him. But I couldn't do anything about it.

"So, if this isn't your ideal party? Then what is", Sam asked.

"Well. I like simple parties. Call me weird but I like parties where games are involved. Where we watch movies order pizza and eat junk and possibly end up staying the night because we're all so tired from the shit we ate", I said. Sam Laughed. "What's so funny?"

"It's just that I've never heard you swear before. You seem like a goody two shoes", He said.

"Well I try not to. But sometimes it just happens." I smiled.

"That's understandable", he told me.

I was nervous because I never have been alone with Sam. I was playing with my hands. Awkwardly. I turned to the other side of the counter to sit next to Sam. I hated being so awkward. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. It was too quiet.

"So how's life", I moved my arm which caused my hand to knock over his glass of milk all over the floor and onto his shirt. He gasped to what happened. I ran to one of the drawers in the kitchen. I remembered where they kept the kitchen towels. I ran over to clean up.

"I'm sorry Sam. I'm such an idiot", I said.

"Finn it's no big deal. It's just a little bit of milk", he said.

I went from cleaning his shirt, to the floor. When the floor was clear of milk, I got up to see that I missed a spot on Sam's shirt. I was pulling it. I knew what was underneath it.

"I'm sorry", I said. I was breathing heavily.

"It's okay", He was looking at me.

"Okay", I said with a heavy breath.

"Okay", he breathed heavy too.

We looked at each other. He leaned in. I leaned in. Were we going to kiss? God I hope so.

"Finny! Sammy! Come play spin the bottle with us", Rachel shrieked from the basement.

We walked away from each other. Still looking at each other.

"I'm going to go downstairs", Sam said.

"But Sam - - -", I stopped because he was already out of the kitchen.

I rinsed the glasses out in the sink. And then put them in Rachel's dishwasher. I looked to see if the floor was decent. My mind was all over the place. So many things were going on. My brain wouldn't shut up. I almost kissed Sam. I don't know what his deal was. He was the one who leaned in. Not me. Well. He initiated the "almost kiss". I wanted to talk to him. But he spent the remainder of the party keeping distance from me. I gave up. I just decided that I would talk to him at school on Monday. I wanted to talk about this. It's possible I might have a chance with Sammy Evans.

This isn't over. I will update soon. Please remember that this is my first fanfiction. It may have grammar errors. But anways. I hope you like it. And like I said. There's more :)