Popular

Yuck.

It's not that I don't like Rachel. I mean, I can appreciate her talent, she can sing, but dude... I want to throw myself off a cliff right now.

"So I was thinking that after rehearsal you could come round and we could practise some more, you know, you can never be too good!" There was that annoying laugh again.

"Yeah... whatever."

"Puck, you seem distressed, what's up?" She had stopped walking and was staring at me, concern written across her face.

"Dude, I'm fine. I just, need some space you know?" I turned my back on her and continued up the corridor. Maybe I could steal the auditorium; singing does tend to calm me down... in a badass way, of course.

I walked up to the door and held my hand out in front of me to open it before a high pitched melody rang through the gaps, "Popular, you're gonna be popular! Oh great, someone was in there. They were pretty good too.

"I'll teach you the proper ploys, when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce, ooh!" Who was that? The voice was feminine but it didn't sound like a girl singing it. Plus it wasn't Rachel because I was just talking to her.

I pushed the door open a couple of centimetres and peered through the gap. Kurt was sitting at the piano running his fingers over the keys, belting out the song as if his life depended on it.

"I'll show you what shoes to wear! How to fix your hair! Everything that really counts to be... "

As quiet as I could, I crept through the door and sat at the back of the auditorium. Kurt was oblivious to my intrusion, which was good else the fag would think I fancy him or something.

"Popular! I'll help you be popular!" I actually found it pretty funny that Kurt Hummel was singing about being popular.

"You'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports, know the slang you've got to know. So let's start, 'cause you've got an awfully long way to go!"

"Hey Hummel! I'm offended!" He quickly stopped playing and snapped his head up to where I was sitting. I waved down at him with a grin. "Plus I'm more popular then you are anyway."

"Only In your head Neanderthal, in reality, a lot of people hate you." He shot back, picking up the music sheets off the piano and shoving them into his shoulder bag.

"Woah, take a chill pill Princess, and no one hates me, I'm a stud." I grinned again, but he ignored me and strutted, yes strutted, to the side of the stage.

"What do you want?" He placed his hands on his hips and waited until I had made my way over to the stage.

"Just listening, I thought you were a girl." He rolled his eyes and sat down; swinging his legs off the side of the stage.

"Well in that case I'm going," His voice hitched as he jumped down and brushed non-existent fluff off his no doubt priceless jacket.

"Whatever," I shrugged and leant against the stage and watched him huff out of the room, flicking his hair as he went.

Kurt was pretty funny when he thought about it; he spent all his time throwing him in the garbage when really it would be much more fun to just tease him all day.

Plus he looked kinda cute when he was huffing around like that.

Wait! No! Backtrack!

I shook my head and pulled myself onto the stage. I did not mean that one bit, the fag was not cute, not at all. Just... girly, it confused him for a second.

I walked over and sat at the piano, running my fingers over the keys, softly so it didn't make a noise. I never did get how to play the piano, I was more of a guitar man myself. Experimentally, I attempted to press my foot on the pedal underneath. I didn't budge so I pressed harder.

When it still didn't move I ducked my head under the piano and laughed.

One of Kurt's shoes was lodged under the pedal, the other kicked off to the right. I picked them up, wondering how long it'll take him to realise...

My thought was cut off by the sound of the door swinging open. I sat back up on the stool to see Kurt marching over in his sock-clad feet.

"Missing something Princess?" I raised an eyebrow and lifted one of his shoes in the air. He groaned and held his hand out.

"Please give me my shoe back." I shook my head and grinned.

"Only when you take back what you said about me not being popular." He folded his arms and pouted, very childish. And pretty cu- no! Childish!

"Fine you are popular."

"More so than you?"

"Yes whatever just give me my shoe back." I shook my head and began examining it with feigned interest as Kurt scrambled up the side of the stage and marched over.

"Puck give me my damn shoes!" I stood up, holding them above my head and using my height advantage. He stretched up on his tip-toes and reached up for the shoes, holding onto my shoulder for support. I laughed and waved them about just out of his reach. "Argh! Puck!" He stretched up further, his shirt lifting up to reveal the pale, milky skin from beneath. My arm when slack for a second as I stared and Kurt grabbed the shoes out of my hand.

I snapped my head back up to see him sitting on the stool and pull on his shoes.

"You're a twat."

"And you're a fag." I shot back, crossing my arms. He looked up at me.

"How original." He glared at me, eyes cold before standing up and jumping nimbly off the stage, his hair flying up and falling back into place as he landed.

"Whatever dude." I called back. I knew it was lame but I honestly couldn't think of an appropriate retort. He carried on walking, flicking his hair back with his fingers.

I watched him until he left, the door swinging behind him and sighed.

This is not good.

Sorry about the Americanisms... or lack thereof... I'm English so...

I know this is awful but I love the pairing and felt the need to write something.