AN: I tried to write something for Glee. Enjoy and please review! thanks.

Summary: Kurt had to dress as a girl to win a bet with Mercedes, but meets Puck by accident and now Puck's kinda in love with the girl version of Kurt. And Kurt doesn't really want to let go of Noah Puckerman anytime soon.

Chapter Rating: T


ONE

Finn screeched to a stop outside the slightly rundown house, his car making a curious humming noise that informed him the piece of metal was probably gonna crap out any minute. He grinned, and somehow even that expression had a dreamy blank quality to it. Finn stepped out and locked his junk of a car before making his way to the dirty doormat and used his shoulder to bust the creaky front door open.

"Puck?" he called out loud, voice ringing around loudly in the empty house. There was an answering shout somewhere upstairs and Finn started up the stairs, stumbling a little when he nearly tripped over an empty beer bottle.

The freakishly tall teen made his way to his best friend's bedroom and blinked. He rubbed at his eyes and slowly blinked again. The image hadn't changed. Puck grinned at him. No screw that.

Puck grinned at him, while folding fresh laundry.

Even Finn's diminutive brain knew that there was something horribly wrong with this picture and he opened his mouth several times before a small 'wuh?' came out. Puck rolled his eyes and went back to folding a pair of horridly spotted pink boxer shorts.

"Dude, what the fuck? Has the real Puck been abducted by aliens in order to inject him with a foldable vagina and have him make alien babies? Answer me!" he charged forward and grabbed the carbonated copy of Puck, complete with the Mohawk, and shook him hard. Puck swore and dropped the boxer shorts.

"Are you on crack, dude?" Puck asked incredulously, and then smacked his own head. "No wait; this is the real Finn Hudson." Then tossing his best friend a dark look, Puck flopped down on his bed. No wait, CLEAN bed.

"Dude, just because I'm cleaning and actually looking after my hygiene, doesn't mean some alien abducted me to make babies. And what the fuck is a foldable vagina?"

Finn frowned. Now that he thought of it, he didn't really know. Pushing that thought aside, he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, expression in imitation of his mother when she was mad. But it just looked like he was having mild constipation.

"So, why are you cleaning up exactly?" he asked slowly.

Puck sighed and turned his head to stare out the window, a dreamy look on his face. He spoke in a surprisingly soft voice. "Dude, this sounds really girly but I think…I think I'm in love. And its real this time, not that feeling YOU get when somebody treats you to Breadsticks, it's more."

Finn couldn't help but snort. "Your relationships unravels after you get into the girl's skirt alright? Do you even know how love feels?"

Puck glared and threw a random wad of something at Finn. He dodged it and it stuck to the wall behind him with a strange 'splat'.

"This is different," he said finally. "She's different. She's smart and funny and likes to bitch me around and she has a great fashion sense but she makes me feel so good…and not in a sexual way. Can you believe I've been dating for four months without even trying to get into her skirt?"

"I don't believe it." Finn said with an honest shake of his head. "So, why did you ask me to come over?"

Puck sat up with a gasp, hand going to his head. "Shit, what time is it? I asked her over for dinner tonight and I gotta clean up the fucking house. Be my man and help me with the living room, will you? I'll treat you to Breadsticks later."

Finn frowned but the thought of free food made his stomach surrender first and that led to his brain surrendering and before he could stop himself, Finn said dreamily, "I'm in love…"

"Right, dude. I'll introduce you to the manager of Breadsticks later but now? Help me clean, goddamn it."


When Finn finally got home (the home that he now shared with the Hummels), he was sweating up a storm and his stomach was doing a pretty good version of tropic thunder. Puck had an hour and a half to cook something before his new mystery girl arrived for the date and Finn hightailed out of the house.

He went down to his and Kurt's bedroom in the basement after a refreshing shower, his hand holding a thick chicken sandwich. Kurt was sitting at the dresser, and yes, his stepbrother owned a fucking DRESSER. Finn sat down on Kurt's bed and watched him rub all sorts of oils and spray all sorts of sprays over his face and perfectly combed hair while he chewed his sandwich. Kurt hummed a 'hello' as he carefully applied a pink gloss to his lips and smacked them.

Finn dropped a few crumbs onto the carpet.

"So are you like, going somewhere tonight?" Finn asked after another impossibly large bite, his cheek bulging. Kurt gave him a disapproving look but answered in a mild sing-song voice.

"Study date tonight. I'll be having dinner over."

"With who?" Finn asked. "Sam?"

Kurt whirled around to face him, his lips drawing up in a small smirk, "I know, he's like totally gay and he dyes his hair but he just won't admit it."

Finn snapped his mouth shut and blinked. "Right."

"Nope, sorry to disappoint, but Sam's not the lucky one." He stood up, turned to Finn and ushered him to the door. "I'm going to plan my outfit now. Shoo."

Thirty minutes later, Finn heard the front door slam shut and the sound of a car leaving the front drive. He frowned. Now that he thought of it, Puck's description of his girl sounded like a really close version of a female Kurt. That was strange.

There was a loud gurgling roar and he watched as his character died again.


He changed in the stall of a public bathroom and a few minutes of carefully watch, he stepped out of the Men's Room in the form of a very pretty looking girl. He jumped into the car waiting outside the restaurant and they drove off. Kurt stared at his reflection the hand mirror and adjusted his bangs again.

"How do I look?" he asked.

"Perfectly ladylike." The other teen grinned.

"Ok, thanks for the ride." He took a deep breath and got out of the car. Kurt made his way nervously toward the Puckerman house and took another deep breath, hoping he wasn't going to pass out. He rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door was yanked open and Noah grinned at him from inside the house. His smile was so warm and infectious Kurt felt like someone had poured a bucket of hot water over his head all the way down to his toes.

"Welcome to the Puckerman house, lovely lady." Noah said in a sleazy drawl and offered his hand.

Kurt smiled.

To Be Continued.


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