Tell Me What it Feels Like
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I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are 100% mine. Reviews are always welcome; positive or constructive, but please be respectful. I just write about ideas that pop into my head and hope that people enjoy what I have to share.
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I don't own anyone or any part of Glee.
Eventual Puck/Kurt slash and Kurt/Finn friendship.
Chapter 1: Get Mad
"No. No. Not this one. Never. No. Hell no. For a music snob, you really don't have anything that's actually good," the cd's became scattered around the couch and the floor surrounding the self-declared bad-ass.
"Puckerman, What the hell are you doing?" The soprano hastily dropped to his knees to rescue the abandoned silver disks.
"I'm gone for two seconds to apply my mid-afternoon facial routine and you tear apart my musical collection. You're a barbarian!" He shook his fist at the mo-hawked boy in front of him.
"I'm not a barbarian, I'm a Jew! And it's not my fault that your taste in music sucks." Kurt rolled his eyes, "My taste in music is extraordinary; you just don't know how to appreciate purely unadulterated talent."
"Whatever, dude. I didn't want to be paired up with you anyway."
"It wasn't my choice either, but the quicker we pick a song, the sooner it will be over."
"Fine," Puck laid back taking care to look especially careless about the issue at hand.
"So do you have any bright ideas for our duet?" The smaller boy prepared himself for an answer by crossing his arms and sitting down with an audible sigh.
"Something bad-ass or my reputation will be ruined."
"God-forbid you tarnish your sparkling rep," Kurt rambled, straightening his collar.
"What crawled up your butt Hummel?" Puck sat up and defensiveness gave his face a hard edge.
"Excuse me? Is the boy that's been ruthlessly bullying me for the past year really asking me why I'm not being all Susie Sunshine when I'm suddenly paired with him against my will?"
"Damn, Hummel. It's nice to see you get mad once in a while. I was beginning to think you didn't know how."
Instead of replying, Kurt sighed and clenched his fists.
"Why don't you ever tell people what you think of them?" Puck pressed on.
Still nothing happened.
"Why don't you tell the people that pick on you to fuck off?"
Kurt was obviously biting his tongue.
"Stop holding it in Kurt."
"What the hell do you want me to say? Yes, I'm tired of you treating me like crap. I'm gay, not diseased! And I can't take it much longer," his body shook as tears streamed down his face and he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks was splotching his otherwise perfect skin.
"Doesn't that feel good?"
But before Puck received an answer; a loud voice made him jump to his feet.
"What the hell are you doing to Kurt?"
"I wasn't…"
"No, you can talk when I say you can talk."
"But Finn…"
"No, I don't mind when you say stupid things most of the time, but this time you've crossed the line. You can't talk to my brother like that. I won't allow it."
"Finn," Kurt's tear strained voice cut through the tirade and his hand attached itself to Finn's shoulder. The quarterback's chest heaved as he tried to get a hold of his anger without actually hitting Puck square between the eyes.
"I don't want to hit you, but if you don't leave I might have to."
"Alright, I'm gone," he shot a glance at Kurt and the soprano looked away in shame. If he didn't know any better he would've thought that there was some apology in those eyes.
The slamming of the door woke all of Kurt's senses and he looked up at Finn, whose breathing was now under control and his fists were unclenched. Nothing more was said before Finn's arms embraced Kurt in a nurturing hug and his sobs finally subsided. Once his body stopped heaving, Finn pulled away and looked at him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, he just made me so mad."
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