Haha this ship name makes me laugh so bloody much. I actually do like the idea of Fuck (Finn and Puck). The idea for this fic came to me at the end of my literature exam... My poor brain was almost dribbling out of my ears and all of a sudden all these fic ideas came to mind. I wrote them on my question book so I'd remember them. Here's one of the ideas...

I didn't want to open my eyes. My head was pounding. I had a massive headache. Mom and Burt had gone to some conference or something and Kurt was at Blaine's. So, obviously, Puck heard and organised a party at mine. All the football guys were there and we had a few rounds of Modern Warfare 3. We all had a lot to drink and I don't actually remember much from the end of the night.
I rolled over to try and go back to sleep when I was met with a warm something next to me. A warm, sleeping, Puck shaped something.

My eyes flew open and I looked down at my best friend. He looked so peaceful sleeping. His face was relaxed and a small smile played on his lips. I was almost too distracted by his peaceful face to notice he was shirtless. His nipple ring glinted faintly in the early morning sunlight coming in from my window. I started to think and freak out.
Oh cheesus. Please tell me we didn't do anything. Not that Puck isn't- I mean He- I mean... ah shit. I don't know what I mean.
I mean, I had nothing against gay guys or whatever. My brother is gay. We may not be blood brothers but he was my brother and I loved him nonetheless. I looked back down at Puck and started thinking about stuff I hadn't before. What it'd feel like to kiss him and hold him and...

I shook my head to clear the thought. I shifted to get out of the bed but when I moved, I knocked Puck lightly. He rolled over, still asleep, and grabbed around my waist. He rubbed his cheek against my hip and sighed softly.
"Mmm... Finn... warm." My eyes widened as I looked down. Puck looked so happy and comfortable snuggled into my side. I couldn't help myself. I brushed my hand down his cheek, feeling the light coat of stubble growing. Puck shifted, nuzzling into my palm like a big kitten. I chuckled quietly at the image of Puck as a big kitten. That's what ended up waking him up. His eyelids flickered briefly and then he opened his eyes. I could see the sleepy haze still clouding his eyes, but when he realized he was snuggling with me, his eyes widened and he tore himself from my side.

"Dude! What the fuck? Why am I in your bed? Why are we in bed together? Aaargh. My head. How much did we drink? I feel like that wrestling chick, Zizes or whatever, stomped on my brain."
I chuckled at the analogy. I looked over at Puck, now at the other end of my bed.

"You know, you're rather cuddly in the morning."
"What? Fuck you dude. No I'm not." Puck looked around sheepishly, trying to avoid my eyes.
"You kinda snuggled into my side and rubbed your head against my hand like a big cat dude. You're a cuddler. It's really cute actually." I froze at my last few words, praying that he hadn't noticed my slip up.
"I'm not a- wait, what? You think I'm cute?" he was looking at me with a small smirk, his eyes were somewhat hopeful though.
"I- umm- well yeah. It was really cute." I knew I was blushing like a moron. I could feel the heat flood my cheeks and ears.
Puck leant over and whispered "good to know." Before his lips crashed onto mine.
To say I was surprised would be a monumental understatement. I gasped and he took the chance to run his tongue along mine. I moaned and finally found my brain so I could kiss him back.