I haven't updated in a while. Gaaaah, I'm being a bad writer fic writer :))

So here's a one shot that's been rolling around my mind for some time now. READ AND REVIEW, my loves.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the songs I used in here.

This is a story of two people falling in love. This isn't the clichéd their-eyes-meet-and-from-that-moment-on-they knew-they-wanted-each-other story, more of an I-hate-you-go-jump-off-a-cliff-or-something-equally-painful story.

First: Conversation

Their first conversation was hard to forget. Why? Because it was their first conversation each had during their first day in high school.

Kurt walked gracefully and stylishly across the school parking lot. It was the first day of high school. He was excited. And scared shitless. These were the years that would make him the person he was going to be. These were the so called best years of his life. These were-

"And the gay train has entered the building." Sneered a voice

Great, Kurt thought, what a magnificent way to start the year.

"Hey, Faggy!" The voice called, nearer this time.

Don't turn your head, Kurt. Don't fucking turn your head.

"Fag! I was callin' you" said the voice, a hand clamped on his shoulder.

He turned to face the three biggest, meanest and scariest guys his ever seen. Kurt knew them from middle school. It was Mike Chang, Finn Hudson and Puckerman. He didn't really have a problem with Finn-he was pretty cute-and Mike; it was Puck who he wanted to kill with his bare beautifully manicured hands. I mean, a person can only take so many swirlies and wedgies without wanting to rip someone's head off.

" 'Sup, MILF?"

"Here wasting my valuable time with a horde of dense morons in matching letterman jackets" he replied dramatically.

"Yeah? Well..You..FAG!" Puck said, unable to form a reply and went past Kurt, hitting him on the shoulder.

Both of them didn't know it but they just had the first conversation with the love of their life.

First: Song

There first duet happened during their glee practice for Regionals.

"Okay gang!" Mister Schuester said "It said we need to perform two duets. Now I want to give us an edge. You know? To set us different from the other Glee clubs. So, Kurt, Puck come up please"

Oh,Shit. Kurt thought, No, no, NO! Please, Mister Schuester have mercy!

Kurt trudged to the center of the choir room. Great, of all the people. I mean, Finn is just right over there looking, in the words of the wise Mercedes, 'fine for a white boy'.But no! I have to get germ infested Puckerman. Mister Schuester handed them music sheets. 'Hero' was written on top.

"This is the version David Cook and Archuleta sang during the American Idol season seven finale. Puck, Kurt, take it away"

"I'm so high I can hear heaven" Puck sand "I'm so high I can hear heaven. Oh, boy, heaven, heaven"

"Don't hear me" Kurt entered

They continued to sing the song just like David Cook and Archuleta. Their voice mixed perfectly. Kurt's soprano voice blended flawlessly with Puck's baritone voice. It was perfect but…

"Guys" Mister Schuester said, stopping them mid song. "Guys! Why so stiff? C'mon, move a little. You look like a bunch of robots!"

But the whole rehearsal Puck and Kurt continued to be stiff and rigid. At the third run Mister Schuester got frustrated and called it a day.

"Maybe they're too shy, Mister Schue." Rachel commented after rehearsal "Finn and I can gladly take the duet if they're too nervous"

"We can do it!" Puck and Kurt said. They both love Finn and Rachel (Platonically of course) but if they think they're going to take yet another song they thought wrong. "We just need more practice time"

Years later 'Hero' was playing at the wedding reception of Puckerman and Hummel.

First: Civil Conversation

"Homo!"

"Empty headed gorilla!"

"ENOUGH!"

Puck and Kurt were once again having their daily shout fights.

"I am sick and tired of you two fighting all the time! Puck, Kurt front and center, everyone else: dismissed"

Puck grudgingly went to Mister Schue. It wasn't his fault Hummel was such a homo and checking him out. That freak.

"It's not my fault, Mister Schue" Kurt said, crossing his arms and inching away from Puck. "That's Puck is such a homophobe"

"I just don't want your gay to rub off of me"

"Did you know 50% of the time a person who is incredibly homophobic is actually hiding his or her true sexuality"

"You calling me gay?" Puck said, curling his fists

"I call 'em how I see 'em" Kurt shrugged

"Guys!' mister Schue called "Can't you guys stop fighting for one second?!"

"I can" Puck said "I don't think he can"

"Can't and I'd rather rip my head off are two very different things"

"Ugh! Guys!" Mister Schue said, incredibly frustrated now "Just clean up here, okay?" and left without another word.

They stacked the chairs in silence. The air in the room was tense and apprehensive. The only thing to be heard was their footsteps and Puck's soft humming of 'Sweet Caroline'

"What is it with you and that song?" Kurt asked

"What?"

"Sweet Caroline. You seem to like it a lot"

"None of your business" Puck growled

"Fine. Bye" Kurt said as he turned the doorknob. "Shit"

"What happened?"

"We're locked in"

It took them about ten minutes of constant banging and shouting at the door for them to realize and accept that they really were stuck. They sat on opposite sides of the room. Kurt grabbed a chair and sat cross-legged while Puck sat on the floor, his face buried in his hands.

"It's my dad's favorite song"

"What?"

"Sweet Caroline. My mom said he sang it to me all the time before he left us for his dumb blonde secretary. I was 2"

"Oh, did he ever come back?"

"Yeah, My mom accepted him right away" Puck said bitterly "Knocked her up after two days, left when he found out"

They continued to have the unusually civil conversation until the night janitor came and found them.

"So, uhm, yeah" Puck said, awkwardly

"Yeah"

"Nothing leaves that room, you hear me! Or I will kick your ass like there's no tomorrow"

Kurt smirked, back to normal he thought "Whatever"

They gave each other an awkward wave and parted ways at the parking lot.

Kurt walked away with a little grin playing on his lips. He, of course, still didn't like Puckerman. It's not like that conversation fixed everything but it was a start.

They had billions of conversations after that. Kurt's favorite would be the one ending with 'I do'

First: Road Trip

The WMHS Glee Club, New Directions, was going to Illinois for Regionals. They were against Glee Clubs from all over the Midwest region. The winner, 1st runner up and 2nd runner up would all be qualified to compete for nationals. And ultimately Internationals.

Going there, the glee club was suppose to be on buss. But at last minute the bus driver was nowhere to be found. And 'coincidentally' Coach Sylvester was there to rub it into their faces.

After 10 minutes of brain storming they made a plan. First, they aired out Coach Sylvester's car, Mister Schuester pretended he didn't know what was happening. They then divided themselves into two, girls and boys, and used different cars. Artie had to join the girls because the car was bigger. An after much convincing, saying they were mature enough and that Artie and the girls need more help, Mister Schue an Miss Pillsbury stayed in the girls car.

"ROAD TRIP!" All the guys, excluding Kurt, shouted as soon as they hit the highway. Mike and Matt sat in front while Puck, Finn and Kurt sat at the back (In that order)

"Man, I so need this" Matt said opening his backpack, revealing cans and cans of beer. Everybody grabbed a can except Finn and Kurt.

"Sorry guys" Finn said "Quinn said the only thing I could drink during this trip is water"

"Man, you are so whipped" Puck said. He had accepted long ago that his friend is dating captain strict-ass. It gave Puck endless material to taunt Finn with.

"Mike?" Kurt said "Shouldn't you be sober. I mean, you are driving"

"Cool your jets, Kurt" Mike said "I'll only take sips. I'm not dumb enough to get drunk while driving. Unlike someone here…"

"Shut up!" Puck laughed, kicking the driver's seat "What about you, Hummel? You drink?"

"No" Kurt said "Not since April"

"C'mon, have a can" Puck said thrusting a can to Kurt

"No, thank you"

"Yeah, C'mon Kurt, have a drink!" Matt said

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" The whole car cheered

"I don't drink anything other than champagne" Kurt said

"Oh, C'mon Hummel! You crap is just the same as my crap!" Puck said

Kurt raised his eyebrows at him and said "I'd rather not"

"C'mon Kurt! Have some fun!"Matt laughed, turning to face him "Let your hair down"

After some more convincing, the boys seem to be great at that today, Kurt agreed.

"Finally!" Puck said, handing him a can.

For a brief moment their hands touched. Electric shock went through his veins. It seemed to go through his body. Charging. Rushing. Making him feeling light headed and dizzy. The tiniest smile plays on his lips. Daring to turn into that stupid love sick grin. Kurt didn't really drink the beer. He was too freaked out.

He couldn't like Puck! NO! It was too damned clichéd. Like those incredibly stupid romantic comedy movies. The geek falls in love with his/her bully. This was pathetic! He had a crush on Finn. Not Puck, right? Kurt lightly brushed his hand on Finn's. He didn't feel a thing. Honestly, He already accepted the whole Finn and Quinn thing. I mean, even their names sounded cute together!

Kurt stole a glance at Puck, who was laughing at a fart joked Finn just said. Kurt bit his. Puck looked so adorable. As horrible as it sounds.

Kurt calmly relaxed and leaned back. Maybe it won't be so bad, falling for someone like Puck.

First: Drink

It was after Regionals. They won along with Vocal Adrenaline and some Glee Club from North Dakota.

Since it was their 2nd to the last night there, they decided to celebrate separately first. Matt, Mike, Brittney and Santana decided to walk around the city. Finn and Quinn decided to go to the best pizza place in Chicago(Finn's idea actually. Quinn was eating for two so it was okay) Rachel convinced Mercedes to watch Wicked while Tina and Artie raided the hotel arcade.

Kurt looked around the abnormally clean room he shared with Artie. He was bored. He plopped down to his bed and opened his laptop. A certain Noah Puckerman was online

KHummel: Hey

PuckYouVeryMuch: Sup?

KHummel: Where are you?

PuckYouVeryMuch: Hotel room. U?

KHummel: Same. I'm bored:|

PuckYouVeryMuch: Same. Wanna hang?

Kurt started to hyperventilate. He was bored and had nothing else to do. Right? It was that and nothing else.

KHummel:Sure.

He went outside to the room next to his, where Puck and Finn stayed. (After agreeing to an equal custody with a lawyer, Puck and Finn became friends again. I mean, how can you stay mad at the guy you drunkenly lost your first kiss too?)

Kurt entered to see Puck lying face down on his bed, a beer can in hand. Giving Kurt a perfect view of his well defined ass.

"Hey" Kurt said softly

Puck lifted his beer can hand and said a muffled "Sup? Grab a can" he then pointed at a cooler next to his bed. Kurt grabbed a beer can and tentatively sat on Finn's bed

They talked about Vocal Adrenaline and The Glee Club from North Dakota. And the perfect song to beat them.

By the sixth can, Kurt was completely wasted

"I just don't get why *hiccup* there isn't a cow to burger class at school" Kurt slurred "I mean, how can burger patties not have black and white spots all over them?" He then tried – and failed-to stand-up "Speaking of which, with Zebras, is it black body with white stripes ooooooooor white body with black stripes? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR BOTH!"

"Kurt" Puck laughed "You are so wasted"

"Am not!" Kurt pouted

"Then how many is this?" Puck said raising four fingers in front of Kurt

"Trick question!"

"Okay, C'mon Kurt, Let's get you to your room

"But I'm all aloooooone!" Kurt said dramatically

"I'll be there" Puck said.

Usually it would be him that would be drunk out of his ass. Boy have the tables have turned.

Puck got Kurt to barf, shower and get dress. Puck was proud, he actually took care of another human.

Puck tucked Kurt into bed. He felt like he was tucking his little sister, Lexi, to bed when she had a bad day. Instinctively he leaned down and kissed Kurt on the fore head. Thank God Kurt was too drunk to remember anything in the morning.

"Where's my lullaby?" Kurt pouted. Puck smiled and nervously looked around. He tried to think of an excuse but the determined look on Kurt said he wasn't leaving without a song.

"Fine" He said and grabbed a chair. "Any request?"

"Surprise me" Kurt said, getting comfortable.

"Out the door just in time. Head down the meet the new boss by 8 a.m." Puck sang, remembering his favorite song when he was a kid.

Kurt closed his eyes and dug himself deeper in the covers. He just wanted to pause reality and play pretend. Pretend that Puck was always this sweet. Pretend that Puck liked him and wasn't just looking out for his drunken teammate. Kurt fell asleep in Puck's angelic voice. Right now he didn't care about anything else but him, Puck and the song.

"Someday, we'll be together. I'm no Superman" Puck finished. He looked at Kurt's sleeping figure. It reminded him of those angel paintings he saw during those boring fieldtrips to the museum they had during middle school. He smiled and trails down a weary finger down Kurt's cheek

"Good night, Hummel" He whispered, smirking. He didn't know what the fuck was happening to him or how to stop it but he didn't mind. It felt nice.

Years later, Noah Puckerman's cover of Lazlo Bane's 'I'm Not Superman' was the most downloaded song on iTunes.


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