“May I have this dance?”

“Hey dude, look!” Finn looked up at the soud of his husband voice who had been loocked in the bathroom for the last 45 minutes. Husband, Finn loved the sound of that world since he first said it 25 year ago.

“Look I still fit in” Puck said smiling. Finn almost fainted at the sight in front of him.

“Noah…” Puck frowned, he only calls him that when he’s pissed or worried “What the hell did you do?”

“Don’t you like it?” he asked running a hand thruough the grey mohawk.

“I…is this one of those age crisis?”

“What?”

“Yeah, you know when you start feeling so old that you doing things yourger people would do”

“Like you when Kurt dyes your hair”

“That’s different”

“C’mon, it turns you on”

“What?”

“The mohawk, the jacket…” Puck trailed off on a seductive tone, Finn frowned.

“It doesn’t”

“I thought it was a good birthday present” Puck said pouting.

Finn sighed, walking up to his husband and giving him a peck on the cheek. Adter all it was cute, wasn’t it.

“I thought we were going to the theater for my birthday”

Puck grinned, and took two tickets out of his jacket.

“Better, Mosnter trukcs are on town”