Author's Note: This was an idea I just sort of had, and It may have been done before, but this is my version of it.

I'm writing this at 12.25am so I apologise for spelling and grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Fox, Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, or any other characters and/or places that are affliated with Ryan Murphy. *insert big words here.* blah blah blah. I think you get it.

Enjoy :)


The jock walked through the halls of McKinley, slushie in hand. It was a weird feeling, carrying a slushie and not planning on throwing it in some loser's face. It was almost refreshing.

He barely noticed the flinches of various Glee-clubber's as he walked through the halls; his eyes were set on his target. He slowed down as he approached the locker and cursed himself internally when the body in front of him curled in on itself.

"Please don't. This is my favourite jacket." A small voice came from the body.

Puck wanted to slap himself in the face.

"Kurt, it's okay. I'm not going to slushie you."

Kurt didn't seem to believe him fully, but he uncurled his body and flattened his clothes with his hands none-the-less.

"What do you want, Noah?" Kurt asked, bored.

"I wanted to bring you this... It's cherry. I know that's your favourite because whenever I'd throw one at you you'd lick your lips before you cleaned yourself off." He tried to hide the nervousness in his voice, but he also didn't want to come across as too cocky. For the first time in his life he wanted to show some emotion.

He handed the slushie tentatively towards Kurt, his badass facade fading quickly.

"Oh." Kurt was obviously surprised. "Thankyou Noah, that was very thoughtful of you." He smiled sweetly and took the sluchie from Puck, sucking on the straw quickly and humming in approval.

"Your Welcome." Puck smiled.

"So," Kurt said, swallowing some of the slushie. "Was there anything else, or did you just come to my locker to give me something that is going to require me to run a marathon to get out of my system?"

Ah, bitchy as ever! Puck thought.

"There was... one other thing."

The bitchy smile left Kurt's face at Pucks change in demeanor. Puck brought a hand up to rub nervously at his neck. Kurt lifted an eyebrow and prompted him to go on.

"Uh, I was... i was wondering if maybe you wanted to... I dunno. Hang out, some time..."

What the hell, Puck? You're a god... why are you babblnig like an idiot?

Kurt giggled and smiled at the jock.

"You want to hang out with me? As in Kurt Hummel? As in the the only out gay in this god-forsaken town? Won't that destroy your reputation or something?" Kurt asked bluntly and honestly.

"Yeah, probably... I don't really care. I... I wanted to talk to you about some stuff. Get some advice."

Kurt looked at Puck, apparently contemplating what he was going to do.

"We can go for coffee... I know you like that place called the Lima Bean. I could drive you there after school today if you like." He added. Please say yes.

"Alright Noah, I'll go for coffee with you. But if this is a prank you and the football team decided to play, I swear to Gaga you'll regret it."

"So, it's a date?"

"What?" Kurt asked, shocked. "Date?"

"Uh, I mean... it's a figure of speech."

Kurt nodded suspiciously, closing his locker and heading off to class. When he reached the corner he looked back and waved at Noah, before dissapearing.

Puck leaned against the locker and let out a long sigh.

What the hell was he getting himself in to?


This will probably have one or two more chapters. Hopefully they'll be up soon.

Reviews are appreciated :)

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