"Hello, Mr. Fabulous."

Kurt looked up.

"Other than your filthy hands, I think your rotting mouth needs a good wash as well." The feminine teen retorted.

Puck turned off the tap, feeling a little offended.

"What's that supposed to mean, Gaylord?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and continued washing his hands, ignoring the insult. That comment was not something he had never heard before.

All of a sudden, the football player grabbed him by the collar.

"Would you get your hands off my top? It's by Alexander McQueen! You're ruining the structure of this beautiful outfit!" Kurt said furiously.

The bully did not let go. Instead, he tightened his grip and pushed the victim back into the cubicle and locked the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kurt asked, nervously, regretting saying things about Puck's "rotting mouth". "Let me go, you buffoon!" He wiggled and squirmed, attempting to escape. But, his tiny frame was no match for the stud's well-built form.

Kurt closed his eyes as Puck's right hand approached his face. The weaker of the two was expecting a powerful punch to the eye or a dreadful swirlie. But, Puck's extended arm caressed Kurt's cheek, leaving the latter puzzled and strangely, a little relieved.

Maybe it was the soft touch of Puck's fingers that allowed the fashionable soprano to take a couple of deep, calming breaths. How is it possible that someone so muscular and, big, is able to calm one's nerves and provide such a comforting touch?

"What are… What are you d-doing?" He stammered, as Puck began bringing his face closer to Kurt's.

"I've always, loved your beautiful blue eyes…" Puck whispered, looking deep into the singer's eyes.

Before Kurt could say anything, the athlete pressed his lips against Kurt's.

He flinched and started brutally attacking Puck. But, that was not helpful. Instead, it fired Puck's passion. His tongue licked Kurt's soft pink lips, coaxing him to start some tongue action.

Surprisingly, it worked.

Kurt cupped the bully's angular jaw and started kissing him back with passion, while the muscular teen wrapped his strong arms around Kurt's waist and began planting tender kisses on the outcast's slender neck.

"Oh, Puck…" Kurt whispered, gasping for air, enjoying every second of that little tease.

Suddenly, the toilet door swung open and both of the boys could hear voices.

Immediately, Puck pulled away, putting all the romantic action to a sudden halt.

"Yeah, you better watch your mouth, you fag." He shouted, fixing his gaze on Kurt's mesmerizing blue eyes.

He unlocked the cubicle door and walked out, without looking back, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The two guys who just entered the washroom stared at Kurt, as tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.