A/N: Basically, half a deconstruction of Puck/Kurt with slightly more sympathetic Puck (this is what happens when you go all out on a straight guy) and a slightly less calculative/more vulnerable/more fruit-cakey Kurt, and then pure out-and-out Puckurt shipping. Not mine; all muse-inspired. I just be her hands. For typing. This malformed prologue is both the prologue to both of their fics, and technically would have happened exactly the same for both. Spoilers for "Duets", and up to Season 2 (but kind of, not really. Since this basically a resetting.)
...Moo...get caught up, quickly. I want your opinion on this. Museling, you've already read it.
I Chose To Be Lucky
"For duets," Mr Schue said, looking around at them all seriously, "I'm going to pick your names out of a hat, and then you're going to have a week together to make your song ready for performance ready. Alright! Get going! And remember...the winner gets a free night at Breadstix!"
"Artie-Mercedes."
"Mike-Brittany."
"Finn-Santana."
"Puck-...Kurt?"
Kurt swivelled in his seat, still cross-legged, and bestowed a grand smile on Puck. He flapped a hand at Puck, and blew him a small kiss. Puck smiled back, nervously, but quickly dropped the smile. Happily dreaming about what song he could sing with Puck, he ignored the rest of the pairings. And oh, a night out with him at Breadstix. It would be fabulous beyond belief.
In the front row, Puck shuddered and put his head in his hands. This week was going to suck, wasn't it?
"Hey, Puck, we should meet up after glee so we can discuss what song we'll be singing."
Puck leaned against the door lintel and rubbed at his face. "Why don't you just say what you want me to do, and I'll learn it, and we'll sing it a couple of times, and it'll be good? I mean, I like Breadstix and all, but I'm not going to date you, Hummel. And it will clearly be a date." Hummel may be cool now, but he wasn't that cool.
"No, no, no," Kurt said. "See, I was thinking..."
"We're going to do WHAT?"