Finn Hudson tapped his feet while waiting on his doorstep for Puck. They were hanging out, trying to get things back to 'normal'. Whatever that was. Puck had gotten Finn's ex, Quinn, pregnant, they had given the baby away, Puck had been with Rachel, and now Finn was with her. Normal.

Headlights came across the house and Finn squinted, putting his hand over his eyes.

He heard Puck get out of his truck and walk towards him.

"Hey man." Puck's hazel eyes glittered in the dim porch light. He held out a hand to help Finn up.

"Whe're we going?" Finn wiped the bits of gravel off his palms.

"Waffle House. I found one all the way out here." Puck got back in his truck and started it. Finn got in the other side, quickly shutting the door so Puck didn't drive off while it was still open.

"What's a Waffle House?" Finn tapped his fingers on his jeans, peering out the spotty window.

"It's this breakfast food chain in the south." Puck drummed his thumbs across the steering wheel to a beat in his head.

"Is it any good?" Finn peered around Puck's car, wondering when he had last cleaned it.

"Only had it once." Puck whistled. "Where?" Finn wondered when Puck had been out of Ohio.

"Me, my mom, and my sister took a small vacation to Kentucky about six years ago."

"Oh." Finn whistled too. This conversation was pretty boring and awkward. What did two guys trying to mend a friendship talk about?

"How's your summer been?" Finn asked.

"Pretty standard. Pool cleaning business, videogames, sort of going to summer school." Puck scratched his cheek, looking around for the bright yellow sign.

"Oh. Cool." Finn bit the inside of his cheek. Keep the conversation going.

"You?" Puck looked over at Finn for a second, eyeing him up and down. "Me and Rachel have gone on a couple of dates. Also videogames. Summer homework. Some movies."

"Cool." Puck cut him off a little. "Here it is." He pulled into the small parking lot and hopped out.

Finn stayed behind, going over topics to talk about in his mind. Not girls. Not school work. Sports?

"Come on man, what are you doing?" Puck stood at Finn's window, his voice muffled through the glass.

Finn nodded and got out. "You okay?" Puck asked, holding the door open for him.

"Yeah." Finn replied, returning the favor with the other door. Why did this place have two front doors?

"Relax bro." Puck said, sliding into a booth. "It's just Waffle House." Puck smirked and chuckled. Finn laughed back. He missed moments like these.

"Okay." He grabbed one of the sticky menus as Puck lightly kicked him under the table. Finn smiled.

This would be an okay summer.