Okay so this started out as a challenge. It was supposed to be a Puckurt from Brittany's point of view, which it still sort of is, which is why some parts of it sound weird. However the rest of the story won't be written like this…or maybe it will. I dunno yet. I should probably learn to start finishing a story before I post them but alas what can I say, I'm inpatient. So yeah…wow…I'm tired so I am going to post this and then go to bed because I have THREE major tests tomorrow. How messed up is that? Alright I'll shut up now. Please review after you read they will make me not want to crawl under a rock when I get home from school tomorrow. Love, Spike!

Santana says that Brittany is kind of slow sometimes when she thinks that the blonde isn't listening. The dancer/Cheerio thinks it's okay though because the good thing about being a little dumb (or blonde, as Finn says, which she thinks is nice) is that people let their guard down around you. Like Puck and Kurt. They were always sneaking glances when they thought that no one was paying attention, but they never checked to see if Brittany was looking at them or not. Puck even started rubbing Kurt's thigh during lunch, a fact that she knew because she was generally in the countertenor's lap or next to him if she got there before Mercedes-which generally didn't happen, so she generally just took his lap, not that she minded. Kurt was comfy. He even traced circles on her back, which felt really good.

Then one day, in AP History (because even though she can have trouble in other classes she is really smart when it comes to history) she sees Kurt lean over to whisper in Puck's ear once the lecture is over, then after the football player nods, asks the teacher if he can go to the library to work on a book report. Three minutes later, Puck asks if he can go to the restroom. Brittany knows what they are up to because Santana does the same thing when she wants to sneak off to the janitor's closet in the back hallway for sweet lady kisses in Maths. She wonders if Puck and Kurt go there too, or if there is a special place for sexy boy kisses (because she imagines boy kisses are more sexy than sweet).

"Kurtsie!" she giggles going over to give her dolphin a hug as he made his way over to their Glee table. She and Santana used to sit at the Cheerio table, but had switched to the much more accepting Glee table when they refused to follow Sue's strict diet.

"Hello Britt," he chuckles hugging her back and placing a soft kiss on her forehead, an act that he reserves only for her. "What's up, honey?" he asks, pulling her onto her usual spot on his lap as he sits, earning a glare from Santana (and Puck) which he chooses to ignore. She isn't sure why they both got so jealous because it's obvious that Kurt is capital G Gay. Though she supposes Puck is angry because he is little case g gay (because he likes girls too) and doesn't want anyone messing with his man because he's badass or something like that.

"You're my GBF, right?" she asks, turning on his lap so that she can face him. Her skirt brushes Puck's hand and he stiffens but she pretends that she doesn't notice anything, keeping her attention on the brunette.

"I'm you're only gay friend, so naturally I would take the place as GBF, but yes," he nods, taking a bite of a carrot chip. He offers one to her as well and she willing accepts because really a healthy snack that has the satisfying crunch of chips (and are even shaped the same as Ruffles!) without all of the guilt, are pretty much perfect. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"So you would tell me if you found another dolphin to make pink little babies with, right?" she pouts, knowing that no one, not even Quinn the HBIC, could ignore her pouts. She guessed it had something to do with the fact that they all were pretty sensitive of her feelings; a fact that she wasn't afraid to take advantage of, she was a Cheerio after all.

"Britt, honey, two gays, either boys or girls, cannot make babies," Kurt tells her taking another carrot chip, hoping that she will just let it go, knowing that she probably wouldn't because Sue has taught them all that giving up is for pussies…and one Will Shuester.

"You didn't answer the question though Kurt," Brittany tells him, widening her eyes in a manner that could put even Miss Pillsbury to shame. "Do you have a boyfriend that you didn't tell me about?" She looks straight at Puck when she asks, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Mercedes.

"Yeah, White Boy, Britt's got a point; you have been acting kind of differently lately. Why's that?"

"I would tell you two if there was someone, you know that," Kurt tells them calmly. Mercedes stares at her 'Boo' for a few moments before shrugging and going back to her tots.

Brittany tries not to shudder at the calorie count, because even she knows how bad they were for you and sinks into the boy's lap. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe there was nothing going on between the two boys and she had just imagined it all. She sighs, "Fine, then pinky promise."

"Britt we are too old for pinky promises," Kurt tells her, setting down his fork, a few pieces of lettuce still stuck to the prongs.

"You pinky promised yesterday. How is that any different?" she asks, tilting her head to a side in a manner that makes her look like a confused puppy, which is kind of fitting considering she is giving Kurt the puppy eyes.

"Fine, I can't pinky promise," Kurt sighs, because he knows that if she ever found out he had broken the sacred pinky promise, it would take lassoing the moon from the night sky to earn the trust of his favorite blonde again. "I have a boyfriend. I'm not going to tell you who though, because the other boy and I made a promise that we would keep it a secret."

"Is it Puck?" she asks not bothering to point out the fact that he lied to her (and Mercedes) and that he really should apologize if he wanted to be polite. She imagines the Mercedes is starting to getting pretty peeved at the small boy but she doesn't look over, she knows that if she wants any answer out of Kurt, her best bet is to keep eye contact.

"I can't tell you, honey." Brittany decides that the boy deserves some sort of trophy because he has a poker face better than Lady Gaga. She's never seen Gaga's poker's face but she imagines that Kurt's has just got to be better. He doesn't even blink at the mention of the other boy, even though Puck is sitting up so straight, Brittany is pretty sure that she could balance one of those glass bottles of Coca-Cola on his head.

"Not even a yes or a no?" she begs.

"Not even a yes or a no," he confirms.

Puck has had enough though and sighs. "Brittany, Kurt and I have been dating for just over a month," he tells the blonde, not wanting to have to see her pouting any longer. Brittany knows that Puck likes to think of her as a little sister. He watches out of her the same way he does for little Sarah. She also knows that it's really hard for him to keep secrets from her. She was the first person that Puck had told about being Beth's father, after all.

The majority of the table (except for Santana, who is smirking, and Mercedes who is dishing it out to Kurt for not telling her about that- and then lying) have matching wide-eyed, shocked expressions. Finn is even looking between his step-brother and best friend (because yes they are friends again after everything that happened with Quinn and Beth) mouth agape as if they both have just grown a few extra heads.

The glare that Kurt is sending Puck's way is deadly and Brittany wishes that she hadn't decided to spill their secret around so many people when Kurt stands up, holding her hips so that she doesn't fall and turns to Puck. "We agreed that we weren't going to tell anyone, Noah. You tell people that we are dating and it's over. That has always been the deal." He gave the Mohawked teen a sad smile before walking out of the cafeteria. Mercedes glanced over to Puck with an apologetic nod and followed after her boy.

Brittany's eyes fill with tears. "I'm sorry Puck," she whimpers and Santana wants to punch the little fashionista for making her cry but she imagines she'll have to put up with Puck if she did, and really…she's not in the mood. "I didn't…I…I didn't want him to break up with you. I thought that he would be happy that everyone knew. Why would he want to keep it a secret that you two were dating? You're Puckosaurus. He should be happy…" she trailed off. She wished that she had the stuffed purple duck that Santana had won her a fair in ninth grade with her. Mallie always made her feel better.

Puck pulled the girl in his lap and kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tight as if she were his Mallie. He buried his face in should and assured that it was alright. "We've been arguing over whether or not to come out for the past two months, Britt. It's not your fault. You can help me get him back though if you want."

Brittany nodded. "San too."

"Hey bitch don't volunteer me for stuff without asking first," Santana told her half heartedly. It was pointless. Brittany would always offer her up to do whatever the blonde was doing and of course the Latina would go because really…she loved the girl. She was whipped. "But, yeah," she nodded. "I'll help too."

Okay so I know how I am going to tackle the future chapters. I'm going to write each one from a different point of view, so most of the characters will get their time to shine. Matt and Mike might share just because I like pairing those together (friendship way- I love Mike and Tina) and they are both pretty quiet…and I want Matt to be there. Also next chapter (in relation to a correct answer) gets dedicated to the person who can tell me why the duck's name is Mallie. Alright that's all for now. Good night my lovely readers. Spike!