"I have absolutely nothing to say to you right now."

"Come on, Kurt. You know I didn't do it on purpose."

"No, you're just clumsy like that." Kurt bit back, "You spilled beer all over my music sheet, Puck. How the hell am I gonna get the words printed into my head before the audition."

"You already know the song completely out of your head. Why stressing about it?"

"It's tradition. Everybody has their musc sheet with them to read it through one last time before the audition."

"But you don't need that."

"I don't care!" Kurt yelled, "If I forget the words of the song during my audition, it's all your fault!"

Kurt slammed the door closed behind him as he walked out of his and Puck's living room.

He knew he might be a little bit overreacting, but he didn't care right now. He was simply too stressed out.

Jumping into his car he drove over to his audition for the new musical. Hoping his anger wouldn't get in his way or make him forget his words.

If that happened, Kurt knew he would blame it all on Puck.

The boy wouldn't know what happened to him if Kurt would get home and didn't get the role.

-..-

Kurt was pacing through the now almost empty waiting room backstage, where he was waiting until someone would call him on.

Suddenly the door opened and Kurt tensed, knowing he would be the next one who had to go up. The fear of not having his sheet paper with him while the others, like he expected, had.

Imagine his surprise when his boyfriend came striding into the room, his guitar strapped around his neck.

"Puck?" Kurt asked confused, "What are you doing here?"

Without saying a word, Puck sat down on a chair and plucked at his strings to get the right chords. When he was satisfied, he looked up at Kurt smirked, and started singing.

Kurt's eyes widened when he recognized the song. The song he was gonna sing for his audition.

The song totally wasn't Puck's style, Kurt knew, but somehow he made it work.

Kurt was mesmerized by the boy in front of him, ignoring the other few auditioners who were all looking at Puck in awe as well.

When the song was over, the other auditioners clapped but Kurt didn't do anything. He just couldn't.

Puck stood up and pulled some rolled up papers out of his jacket when he had put his guitar to the side against a wall.

He closed the distance between him and Kurt with just a few steps, holding out the papers.

"Here," he said, smiling rather sheepishly, "I print them out again."

Kurt took the sheet and threw it onto the ground, launching himself into his boyfriend's arms instead.

"I don't need it," Kurt said softly as both boys pulled away to look at each other. "Your singing wll help me more then this stupid sheet ever could. Besides, you were right. I don't need it. I was just freaking out."

"I know how important this audition is for you, Kurt. You've been talking about it for weeks."

"Yeah," Kurt breathed out, trailing the tips of his fingers over Puck's shaved head where his mohawk used to be. "Still, I shouldn't have worked it all out on you."

Puck shrugged, "I did spoil beer over the sheet."

"Doesn't matter anymore," Kurt smiled, then startled a little when the door opened again. This time it was a man to call him on.

Kurt turned back to Puck, who lovingly kissed his forehead.

"Knock 'em dead, babe."

Kurt winked, pressed a quick kiss against Puck's lips, then turned towards the door and followed the man to the stage.

-..-

Puck was waiting in the waiting room for Kurt to come back. He wouldn't know yet if he got the role, but e would be able to tell if he had done good or not.

Puck really hoped his little intervention stunt had calmed down Kurt's nerves.

After what seemd like hours to Puck, but probably were only a few minutes, Kurt appeared into the waiting room with a blank look on his face, which really worried Puck.

Puck stood up, ready to console Kurt if it was bad news, ready to celebrate if it was good news.

Puck panicked when it seemed like Kurt was gonna burst out ino tears, but then a smile broke open on his face.

"You little shit!" Puck laughed as he lifted Kurt up and twirled him around, "You really got me worried for a second."

Kurt chuckled, wiping a tear; a happy one; out of his eye when Puck put him down, then went in for a kiss.

Puck moaned when he felt Kurt's tongue enter his all too willing lips and they battled for dominance, only to end up equally in strength and passion.

"Thank you, Noah." Kurt whispered as their lips weren't touching anymore. "I couldn't have done this without you. Any of it."

Puck just smiled. A real one. One that reached his eyes. One that Kurt came to love so very much.

"I just hope I'll get the role."

Puck pulled his boyfriend against his chest again and whispered in his ear.

"There's no doubt in my mind that you will."