Kurt Hummel woke up at precisely 6am sharp to get ready for his big day. He spent an even a longer amount of time picking out his outfit than usual (a tight pair of designer skinny jeans that showed off his ass nicely, a red long-sleeved silk shirt, and a white Alexander McQueen scarf to top it off). He meticulously combed and sprayed his hair into place, deciding to go for a more "wild" look as Mercedes would call it. His hair was brushed out a bit more, allowing his bangs to fall over his forehead and his hair to cover his ears. He decided the new hairstyle made him look less feminine, which would allow him to look more like one of the "guys" (Okay yeah, he seriously doubted he'd pull off the macho-manly act that Puck and the other jocks could do, but the little things mattered most ,right?). Grabbing a few pieces of toast after heading downstairs, he said goodbye to his dad as he walked out the door. With a huge sigh, Kurt climbed into his Navigator, pondering the events soon to come.

It had all started with a bet from Mercedes. She had convinced herself that Noah Puckerman had the hotts for Kurt. She claimed the evidence was right in front of him. As he stopped at a stoplight, Kurt thought about the conversation they had yesterday.

They had been sitting at the food court at the mall, quietly eating their frozen yogurt. He'd notice that Mercedes kept sneaking looks at him, biting her lip as if she was trying to hold back something she wanted to say.

"Spill it girl. I can tell you have some juicy gossip," Kurt had started.

"Well, it's not exactly gossip. More of just a theory," Mercedes replied. Looking at the tables around them, she took her time trying to formulate her next sentence. Kurt sat on the edge of his seat, a smile playing on his lips. He could tell this was BIG. Maybe their darling Tina had finally decided she was going to move on from Artie, and pursue the sexy "other Asian" Mike Chang? Or perhaps Jesse was going to go back to Vocal Adrenaline? The anticipation was killing him.

"Just come out and say it dear, you know I won't tell."

"I think Puck likes you."

Everything he had been thinking was quickly brushed from his mind. He dropped his spoon and stared open mouthed at her. He had SO not been expecting this.

"Are you serious 'Cedes? You know how impossible that is right?" Kurt continued to stare at his friend when she didn't reply and quickly realized she was dead serious. Not knowing what to do, he did the first thing he could think of; laugh.

"White boy, don't you dare laugh at me. Now hear me out." Mercedes pushed in her chair and leaned closer towards the still laughing Kurt.

"First, he suddenly sits next to you in Glee without warning and stares at you as soon as you open your mouth to talk. He takes his truck to your dad's shop AFTER you mention in Glee you'll be working there that day and DESPITE the fact that there was nothing wrong with it. He hasn't thrown you in the dumpster since he's joined Glee, hasn't thrown a slushie at you, and has even punched Karofsky after calling you a fag."

Kurt rolled his eyes at his friend's explanation. Clearly she had taken something that had gone to her head. Maybe had given her some extra Vitamin D before she was fired? He was pretty sure he read somewhere that too much Vitamin D could cause brain damage.

"Those are all easily explainable, dear. He sits by US," he made sure to emphasize the fact that Puck was sitting with their group, and had not in fact singled him out, "because why would he want to be around Quinn, Finn, or Rachel? They all have too much drama, and I am pretty sure none of them want much to do with him after the Babygate scandal. And he doesn't stare; he just looks at me when I talk because I have interesting things to say." Kurt looked up from the beginning of his speech to see how Mercedes was reacting. She just raised her eyebrow, insinuating he continue his reasoning.

"And he took his truck to my dad's shop because he needed the air checked in his tires-"

"Yeah but he could have just taken it to the local gas station to get the air checked for free," Mercedes had immediately cut in.

Kurt scowled at her interruption, but continued on with his explanation. "My dad's shop is the best at handling tires in all of Lima. Plus, if your car was a piece of shit, wouldn't you want only the most professional people available to handle it? I mean, come on sweetie, his truck doesn't look like it's going to survive much longer."

She smiled at his answer. The Glee club had a running bet of how much longer Puck's ancient Ford truck would last. He, of course, knew nothing of this bet, because no one made fun of Puck's ride without incurring some bodily damage. That truck was his baby, a sentiment in which Kurt understood completely. He thought he was going to have a heart attack the day Mercedes had thrown a rock through his windshield.

"And plus, he hasn't thrown a slushie at anyone since he joined Glee, especially after receiving one himself when he dated Rachel. "

Mercedes took her turn to roll her eyes at her friend this time. He was just determined not to admit the truth.

"He still defended your honor babe. And don't try to deny that fact."

Kurt finished the last remains of his yogurt, not knowing how to reply. He remembered that day clearly.

He had left lunch early to stop by his locker before his next class. Suddenly, his locker had been slammed shut, startling him, but thankfully missing his fingers. When Kurt looked up, Karofsky and a few of the hockey players were laughing as they continued walking down the hall. Just as they were about to turn the corner, Karofsky turned and yelled towards him, "No one wants you here, fag." Kurt looked down at the book in his hands, trying to keep his expression unchanged. He was used to the word, but it still hurt. He was certainly not prepared for what happened next. Hearing something heavy hit the floor and a loud "What the fuck is your problem man!" Kurt looked up to see Puck standing over Karofsky, whose hand was covering a bloody nose. With one final kick to Karofsky's stomach, Puck strode down the hallway and passed Kurt without saying a word.

"Maybe he has a gay relative?" Kurt finally replied.

"P-lease boy, you seriously believe that?" At Kurt's nod, she heaved a sigh. "Whatever, white boy, I think you're just scared."

"At what exactly?" he bit back.

"You know he won't make the first move. With a girl, yeah he's Puckzilla, but not for a boy. You're scared that you won't be able to convince him to get with you."

Mercedes laughed inwardly as Kurt's indignant expression. She knew just exactly how to push his buttons. Kurt never liked someone who told him he couldn't do something. He would do EVERYTHING to prove them wrong.

Kurt eased onto the gas pedal as the light turned green. He knew he would never pass on a competition, an outright challenge, (that one time at the Diva-off with Rachel didn't really count), so he took the bet. They wrote down a list of rules after returning home from the mall. They weren't allowed to tell anyone of the bet, "so as not to compromise the integrity of the competition" Mercedes had said. He had until March to make Puck his official boyfriend AND to admit to the school he was dating Kurt. When Kurt asked why Mercedes had chosen March as the deadline, she had shrugged, saying that March was her favorite month.

The rules were simple, yet challenging. It was currently November, so Kurt knew he had plenty of time. He prayed to all that was Gucci, Prada, and Alexander McQueen that he could pull this bet off. The final rule made him cringe. If he lost, Mercedes would get to dress him in any outfit she chose for the rest of the school year. Sure, the girl was extremely fashionable, but her tastes were FAR from anything Kurt would ever wear. He knew for a fact he couldn't pull off the "gangster/ghetto fly" look she promised him for losing. If he won, however, he would get to do a full makeover on his best friend, including getting to pick out her outfits for the rest of the year. With this final thought, his mood uplifted greatly as he pulled into the school parking lot. Kurt would start with befriending Puck first, but the final goal paraded in the back of his mind, making him slightly nervous.

He was going to seduce Noah Puckerman, even if it was the last thing he did.