David sat on the bleachers looking over the football field, the grass perpetually dotted with dead patches. Hunching over, his elbows resting on his thighs, he sighed as the summer heat beat down on his neck.

It was a week before school was to start—his senior year. A whole other year, what was going to happen this time; thinking about it made him sweat, the sun only partially contributing to his perspiration.

The sudden loud, metallic footsteps approaching startled him. He looked up quickly to see Noah Puckerman walking up towards him. He kept his surprised gaze fixed on the boy. "H—how did you know I was here?" David asked.

Puck didn't answer him until he was sitting next to him; he sat and turned his head to look David in the eyes. "I swung by your house, you weren't there. I just…made a guess, that's all," he said with a shrug. David's countenance softened, but still his confusion lingered. Puck turned away to also look out across the field. "I could take a guess as to what's bothering you, but I'll ask anyways." After a long moment of waiting and staring out he spoke again. "Do I actually have to ask?" he said humorously.

David was still partially stunned by Puck's appearance. He was glad it was so hot out, he could easily disguise his blush for the burning heat. "Just thinking about the coming year," he said apprehensively, "and the perhapses."

"The perhapses?" Puck asked.

"Yeah," David said flatly, not registering Puck's mocking confusion. "So much happened last year—good and bad…mostly bad stuff—and I'm anxious about what's gonna happen this year."

"You gonna do Glee?" Puck asked casually, looking at David again expectantly.

"I uh—I don't know. I…" he hesitated for a moment. "I don't want to be called gay and stuff," he said, whispering the word gay.

"Dude you are gay," Puck said without missing a beat. "I have the hickies from the other night to prove it." He grinned as he said it; David was clearly uncomfortable as Puck spoke though, looking around to check if anyone could possibly be around. "And even if people do call you gay for joining the club, just forget about them all!"

"I guess…I mean still don't really kn—" David's thought was curtailed for Puck pressed his lips to David's, softly pinching his chin with his thumb and forefinger. David flinched for a moment before relaxing into the kiss.

Puck pulled back, still holding David's chin. "Join Glee club, dude. Now come home with me, let's get out of this heat."

David's gaze softened, light-headed from the kiss still. He stood with Puck and left the field, still dizzy, mindlessly following Puck's lead.