Kurt looked at Puck. He knew those eyes. More importantly, he knew all the emotions crossing them – fear, frustration, love; all messed up and blended with a trace of salty water getting together, about to become tears. Heavy, helpless tears.
So he let him. He let Puck punch him in the face, so Puck would prove the football team, Glee Club and himself the badass he always said he was. Even if they were standing alone in the locker room. Because Puck was so freaking desperate.
Kurt understood. He understood that brokenhearted feeling so well it hurt, even more than the punch he had just received.
And Puck knew it.
But he didn't want to admit the only one who felt his pain was the gay kid, so they had a silent pact of one comforting the other the way they could.
So Kurt was still caught between Puck's arm and the wall, one of Puck's hands hanging in the air, threatening to hit his face again, the other one slammed on the cold metal of the lockers behind Kurt.
Puck felt his hand hurt from the strength he was squeezing it, and the fucking faggot saw through him again. Kurt reached his arm and lowered it gently, like no one else did. Kurt got one hand on his neck, forcing him to lean his head on his shoulder and start crying.
It was on those sort of moments that Puck would realize how thin Kurt's waist was, for he held it so tightly he could feel his heart racing against his chest.
And then, there was a kiss, and hugs, and sadness meeting as their eyes did, and attempts to forget both Quinn and Finn. And Puck, somehow, figured it wasn't so hard when he felt the sorrow in those grey-blue eyes ease as he cuddled with Kurt for some endless minutes, after they had sex in the locker room or at Kurt's place when his dad was out of town or on Puck's bed when his mother was busy with some Jewish holiday. It didn't matter as long as they were alone, like the whole world meant nothing.
And whenever their heartbeats overlapped, Kurt would stare at Puck, wrapped in his arms, and smile weakly, "We are a great brokenhearted couple, aren't we, Noah."
And it felt like a movie, with a depressing soundtrack played by some sad violin's strings, because Kurt was so damn right, and still, they couldn't love each other in another way but that pathetic, melancholic one.
"I guess."