When I wrote this, it was four in the morning, I hadn't gotten any sleep, and I was on my fifth cup of coffee. So excuse its randomness and shitiness.

Also, and this is completely unrelated, but MY BEST FRIEND IS TAKING ME TO SEE THE LAST HARRY POTTER MOVIE AT MIDNIGHT HOLY CRAP I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED! Yeah, I'm obsessive like that.

I don't own anything. Enjoy!

Puck stood in front of New Directions nervously, his hands stuffed in their pockets. The room was silent as they waited for his big announcement patiently.

"Come on, Puckerman, spit it out." Santana said, checking her nails. "Growing old, here."

The mohawked boy nodded. "Right. Uh, yeah. Well, you see..." He laughed a bit nervously. "The thing is..."

There were a few encouraging nods from around the room.

"Yeah, well... Uh, I'm gay."

There was silence. Mr Schue stood up with a disappointed look on his face. "Puck, I am very disappointed in you."

The boy looked at him. "What? Why?"

"I thought you were this homophobia, but I guess not. It is not funny to make fun of Kurt like that-"

"Dude, I'm dating-!"

Rachel cut in. "Who? Kurt? What are you about to tell us- that you're the reason he broke up with Blaine? I have two gay dads, and I'm a huge supporter of gay rights. I'm disappointed in you, Noah."

Kurt spoke up, looking annoyed. "Well, actually..."

"Puck, this is so not cool, he's my brother, man. You can't just go make fun of gay guys like that." Finn said, shaking his head.

Puck couldn't believe his ears. "Guys, I wasn't joking! I'm not trying to make fun of Kurt- I am actually gay!"

Santana snorted. "Yeah right, says the guy who's slept with half the female population of Lima? Please."

While the club was busy telling Puck off for his so called joke, Kurt sought his eyes. He knew Noah well enough to recognise the heartbroken and devastated look on his face. His eyes sent Kurt a silent message- do they really not trust me still?

Kurt was sick of this. If New Directions didn't believe Noah, he would make them believe him.

As he stood up, the club ceased telling him off and every eye- especially Puck's- fell on him.

Kurt met his boyfriend's eyes, and a smirk graced Noah's lips as he grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his down into a passionate kiss.

All thoughts of the club flew out of both of their minds as Kurt's arms wound their way around his neck and Puck's lips parted slightly.

When they eventually broke apart (Puck still kept a protective arm around Kurt's waist and Kurt was leaning into him like it was the most natural thing on earth-which it was, to him) the club stared at the two in disbelief. Kurt felt another pang of annoyance.

"I really thought you guys would be more tolerant and give my boyfriend a chance to explain. It seems not. I hope in future you would live up to your claims and not judge people by what's on the surface. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got a date." Kurt grabbed Puck's hand a dragged him out of the room.

"By date, he really means we're going to have sex in the back of his car- ow, Kurt! Sorry!"