Hey! Got bored and wrote this, Yes, I know it sucks :))
Disclaimer: Glee=Not mine, therefore Glee=not mine=:( That's what happens when you watch 2 math quiz bees.
Noah Puckerman didn't know what the hell he was doing. He didn't know why he was pacing up and down his room, muttering to himself. He didn't know why he was so worried about this. He knew he shouldn't care. Then again, he knew what he was doing was stupid but that was before Kurt Hummel came into the picture.
He didn't know why he found him cute. He didn't know why he was so mesmerized when he heard him sing. He didn't know why he started having certain dreams about him. He didn't know why he had the sudden urge to kiss the beautiful soprano in the lips whenever he bit it. He didn't know why he turned red whenever he talked to him (he did have some civil conversations with him) He didn't know why he instantly smiled whenever he saw him. He didn't know why he beat Kerofski up when he saw him corner Kurt with a slushie at hand. He didn't know why he suddenly anticipated glee rehearsals so bad. He didn't know why with one look at him he suddenly messed up the whole dance. He didn't know he lent him his jacket when the whole club went to movies. He didn't know why he got giddy when he sat next to him. He didn't know why he felt butterflies in his stomach when their elbows accidentally touched. He didn't know why he volunteered to drive him home. He didn't know why he enjoyed the ride. He didn't know he was a bit disappointed when it was over. He didn't know why he snapped at Berry when she got another solo from Kurt. And to top it all off, he didn't know why he was smiling like an idiot the whole time was thinking about this.
He did know one thing: he wanted to spend as much time with the soprano as possible. He just didn't know why.
He, then, decided to leave him anonymous notes. And he would tell him at the end of the day. Romantic and Non-Pansy.
He didn't know what to write. He didn't know how to place his emotions in words. He didn't know why he was doing something so stupid and clichéd. I mean, he's Noah Puckerman; he's a stud, that he knows.
The next day Noah was glad he knew how to pick locks. He was also glad he knew Kurt's locker combination from countless minutes of mindless staring. And lastly he was glad he knew how to use the printer.