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He could remember the first time he had really seen him. They had just thrown him into a dumpster, and that oblivious Spanish teacher Mr. Schuester had asked how they were all doing. All smiles, while Kurt was just about to be tossed into the trash, for the millionth time.

It wasn't something new, being thrown in the dumpster. It had begun back in the seventh grade when Kurt wore peach scented lip gloss to school. He could remember the girls all asking him where he had gotten it from. Lip gloss had been something fairly new to everyone back then, since they were all just starting to sort of come into their own. And that lip gloss had made Kurt one of the most popular kids in school… with the girls at least.

The guys, they were the exact opposite. Not that they were really 'cruel' to Kurt, there were no names spat out at him, and no one actually hurt him. The only thing they hurt was his pride, when they picked him up and put him in the dumpster behind the building. And ever since then, it had become some sort of tradition amongst the guys. Namely, the more athletic ones.

And as the years went on, the dumpster dives continued, and became even more frequent. Kurt tried not to take it as personally after a while, because he was no longer the only one going in. Anyone considered a 'loser' got the privilege of being tossed into the trash. But it was kind of hard once he had started high school, because that was when the names started.

So, at that moment, as Mr. Schuester just strolled on by with his stupid smile in place, Kurt was preparing himself to into the garbage. They grabbed at him and began to hoist him above the ground and into the dumpster, but he told them to wait, because his sweater was insanely expensive. Even though they were idiotic, mouth breathing, knuckle draggers, Kurt had always given them some sort of credit for at least allowing him to hand over some of his more prized articles of clothing and accessories before tossing him in.

Handing over his satchel and sweater to one of the guys, Kurt felt a pair of extremely strong hands grip his hips before being hoisted up and thrown in the trash. Normally, two people tossed Kurt in, and one took his shoulders while the other got his ankles. Just having one of them hold him tightly by the waist, and pick him up, it felt weird. He hated to admit it, but it felt kind of… nice.

But, then as soon as the hands were there, they were gone and he was dropped in. He waited a minute like he usually did before struggling to climb out, but as soon as he put his hand up to pull himself out, he felt someone else's hand on top of his. They pulled him up and then lifted him, once again by his waist, out of the dumpster, setting him gently on the pavement.

Kurt looked up and straight into the hazel eyes of the one and only Noah Puckerman. Most people just called him Puck. In fact, the only person who didn't call him Puck was Principal Figgins. And that was only when he was in trouble.

"Th… thanks, Noah."

Oh, and Kurt called him Noah too.

"Yeah, yeah don't make a big deal outta it, Hummel," Puck said nonchalantly, picking something from the brunette's head.

Feeling a slight blush come on after the brief gesture, Kurt walked over and picked up his bag and sweater from the nearby bench.

"Why'd you come back?"

Puck shrugged. "Felt like it. Don't get used to it," Puck said and then put his hands into his back pockets as he walked off, leaving Kurt by the dumpster watching him with a dumbstruck look on his face.

The truth had been though, Kurt did get used to it, because every day, Puck came back like clockwork after that. He helped Kurt out every morning, and helped pick the debris off of his clothes, and then just walked away like it was no big deal.

But to Kurt, it was a big deal. And with every passing day, the look changed more and more from dumbstruck, to love struck, until the point came that Kurt couldn't even pas the boy in the hallway without staring at him like a love sick puppy.

So that's where he was now, as he put his things into his locker getting ready to go home. Puck had been right down the hall, making out with Santana Lopez at her locker, and Kurt couldn't help the painful pang of jealousy that he felt in his heart. He knew Puck and Santana were an item, but Kurt had come to develop one of the biggest crushes in the history of mankind on the boy.

Kurt closed his locker when he had decided that he couldn't watch that whore tongue the guy of his dreams down any longer, and turned to leave, and as soon as he spun around, he was hit in the face with the coldest slushie he had ever had thrown at him.

Letting out a high shriek, Kurt dropped all of his things and began to wipe at his face furiously. He could feel the purple food coloring and corn syrup seeping into his eyes and in was beginning to burn.

Feeling around for the restroom that he knew was nearby, Kurt found a door and went in. he began to feel for a sink to wash the substance from his face. Then he heard the door open.

"Lady Lips! You're in the girl's restroom."

Kurt didn't need to see a face to know who that was.

"Yes, Santana, I'm aware. Now could you leave so I could get this stuff off of me?" Kurt spit back, finally finding a sink.

"Just shut up and move over," the cheerleader complained as she pushed Kurt aside and turned the water on.

Kurt didn't know what to say as he felt a wet paper towel on his face. It took five minutes for Santana to be done, but when she finished, Kurt opened his eye and looked at her with sheer horror on his face.

"Uhh, thank… you?"

Santana rolled her eyes and threw the paper towel in the garbage can.

"Whatever, Gay," Kurt just loved that she used the adjective as a proper noun when she spoke to him. "I just dislike those hockey losers even more than you or your Chippendales costumes."

Kurt regained his composure and put his 'mask' back on.

"Well, move so I can leave before someone steals my things," he said as he pushed past her to get out the door.

Once he stepped out into the hall however, his little façade was torn down once more by the emotionally absent face of Puck, who was leaning up against Kurt's locker, holding the brunette's bag and jacket in his left hand.

When he saw Kurt come out of the restroom, he looked over and they made eye contact for a mere second. But in that second, Kurt could have sworn that the whole world had stopped. It was very rare that Puck looked him in the eye. Even when they had their little morning routine of getting trash off of Kurt, the boy never really looked at him. He never really spoke either. He simply helped Kurt out, picked a few banana peels or whatever off of him, and left. They never spoke in the halls, they never spoke… ever.

Yet somehow, Kurt had managed to develop the biggest crush on him.

Walking over to the football player, Kurt took notice of the way Puck's shirt clung to every inch of his torso, especially to his chest. Kurt could see every breath the boy took as it coursed through his body, and it was so damn sexy.

Running a hand through his Mohawk, Puck stepped away from the locker and held Kurt's stuff out to him. Kurt took it, and opened his mouth to say thank you, but Santana came out at the very second the words were about to leave his mouth.

"Alright, Babe. I'm ready," Santana said as she walked over to Puck and he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her in for a disgustingly wet kiss.

Kurt felt awkward just standing there, so he turned to leave, but he was stopped in his tracks when he heard Puck's voice.

"See'ya around, Hummel."

And in that moment Kurt got over his little crush…

And he fell in love.

The weeks went on and that oblivious Spanish teacher started some sort of singing club called glee. Of course Kurt was one of the first to sign up. He had been a bit skeptical at first, but as time went on he actually started to really enjoy his time there, and after a bit of snapping at each other's throats, he made a friend in a girl named Mercedes.

They got along because they were both such big personalities with an eye for nice clothing, though Kurt would never be able to pull off such a… dare he say it… urban style. But she had it down to a t, and Kurt admired her style with a vigor. He even thought that maybe he had shown her a little too much admiration, because she got the wrong idea and became under the impression that he was interested in her.

So she was the first person that Kurt had actually come out to. Even though everyone else already assumed. And she was also the first, and the only person Kurt told about his feelings for Puck.

"Kurt. I'm your friend, so I'm just gonna be honest with you. You are wasting your time."

Kurt nodded as he took a sip of his water. They had been sitting in his room discussing which boys they thought were hottest, and when Mercedes brought up Puck's name, she saw the way Kurt seemed to become shy all of the sudden, so she called him out on it, and he admitted.

"I know, I know. It's not very likely, but you never know. Ricky Martin came out after his career was pretty much over, and nobody would have ever guessed he was gay either."

"One; we all knew Ricky was gay when he first started. And two; even if Puck did like guys, he's dating Santana. And you know that… just what kind of Hispanic is she anyway?"

Kurt shrugged and stood up to walk over to his dresser and pick up his phone.

"I haven't the slightest idea, Mercedes. But… I don't know, I don't think she's all that bad."

Mercedes' face went completely blank and she walked over to feel Kurt's forehead.

"Are you feeling alright today, Kurt? First, you say you've got a crush on the biggest asshole in our entire school, and now you're telling me that Santana isn't a total bitch. You're crazy."

Kurt just smiled and put his phone down.

"More than you will ever know," Kurt said as he pulled Mercedes up the stairs and out the front door.

Puck didn't know what else to do to let the boy know he was interested. He was all out of ideas. With girls, it was so much easier. All he had to do was wink or flex his guns a little, and they were ready to go. But Kurt, he didn't seem to catch on to anything. And it drove Puck insane!

All he wanted to do was fuck the boy one good time; just to see what it was like. Puck hadn't always been into guys. In fact, he wasn't even really into them now. But there was just something about Kurt that Puck couldn't seem to get out of his mind.

He thought that it was the fact that the boy looked so much like a girl, without actually being one. That it was the mystery of what was hiding under all those flamboyant clothes that made Puck's cock jump whenever he saw Kurt's lips wrapped around a straw, as he sipped on those fancy little waters he always had with him.

Or maybe it was the fact that his pants were always so tight that you could practically see every movement his ass made with every step he took. And that he had the sexiest pair of legs that Puck had ever seen. Maybe it was that.

Whatever it had been, Puck took notice. And, unlike most people would have thought, he didn't fight the feelings he was having either. He just accepted that he wanted to fuck Hummel because he reminded Puck of a girl. And that didn't make him a homo. No way, because in order to be gay, Puck had to be attracted to masculinity. And there was nothing more unattractive to Puck than masculinity.

There was nothing wrong with a girl who didn't take any shit. Puck liked a bad ass. That was why he was with Santana. That bitch didn't take anything from anyone, and that made Puck hot. But, a dude? No way. Puck could never find big muscles and deep voices attractive. He liked his girls nice and soft.

"Puck! Man, what's up with you? You've been staring off into space for the past ten minutes," Finn said as he punched his best friend in the arm.

Puck rubbed his arm and tried his best to fake a laugh before looking back into the same spot again.

He had been watching Kurt talking with a group of girls over in the corner. Santana was over there too, but she hadn't been able to hold Puck's attention for very long at all that night. Kurt stole it all away the second he and that girl he was always with walked in.

Puck didn't know they were going to be there, more specifically, he didn't know Kurt was going to be there. It wasn't like he was on the most popular people list in school. In fact, seeing as Puck and his friends threw the guy in the dumpster every morning, he was at the bottom. But, someone had invited him.

It had probably been that Rachel Berry girl. It was her party after all, and she, having two gay dads (that she would never stop telling people about), had some type of obsession with gay people. She was reprimanding people on the football team for making fun of the boy, and being Finn's girlfriend, everyone kind of listened to her. Finn was the team captain, and if people didn't respect his girlfriend, he felt like they weren't respecting him. So he laid down the law.

Puck liked that about his best friend though. Well, that and the fact that he could juggle two girls at the same time without getting caught, even though he was like the biggest idiot on the face of the planet.

It made Puck question just how dumb the girls had to be…

While Puck was thinking, and watching Kurt, he noticed that the boy had been drinking wine coolers, and was becoming more and more out of it by the second. So, like the bad ass sex shark that he was, Puck just sat back and waited to make his move.

Kurt had received a text from Rachel to come to a party at her house, and he didn't hesitate to snatch Mercedes up and rush over.

It was a weird relationship he and Rachel had. He could remember one day in glee practice she had come up to him and just introduced herself. One of the first things she said was that she had two gay dads. And it was in that moment that Kurt knew that he would never like the girl.

Anyone who started off a conversation like that was either socially retarded, or just insane. Either way, Kurt didn't see himself ever being friends with her.

Then, out of the blue, he was.

It was probably due to all the time in glee together, or the fact that she was the one who got the football team to leave him alone all the time, that Kurt actually grew the ability to tolerate her intolerability. He would say they were 'friends' so much as allies. And he could handle that.

So when she invited hi, he wasted no time in getting over. Because it was his first real party. Sure, he had been to little gatherings before, but nothing this big. There was alcohol for crying out loud. And as soon as Kurt had seen the kiwi mango wine coolers, he couldn't resist himself.

So now, he was drunk. Kurt was so drunk he couldn't remember what he was doing as he was doing it. And after finishing his eight drink, Kurt felt like he was going to wet himself.

"Mer… Mer… Mesaydes," Kurt slurred as he stood.

The girl looked to him and raised her eyebrows. She was a little bit off her rocker at the moment herself. It was a good thing Kurt had told his dad they were staying the night, so they wouldn't have to worry about who was driving home.

"I'm goin to peeeeeeheeeehehe"

Mercedes laughed and nodded as she went back to talking and drinking with the rest of the girls that were there.

Kurt did his best to walk upstairs to use the restroom away from everyone else, but he could barely make it up the stairs without tripping. He was just about to fall when a hand on his lower back steadied him.

He was a little startled and pun around to see who it was.

"No-Nowah!" Kurt yipped.

Puck just kept gently pushing the boy up the stairs until they reached the top.

"Hey, Kurt. You feelin' alright?" Puck asked, rubbing small circles into the small of Kurt's back.

Kurt hiccupped and giggled a bit.

"Yeah, I'm… fi… fi… good," he struggled to get out.

Puck began to slowly push Kurt down the hall. Kurt still kind of had to pee, but the feeling wasn't anywhere near as bad as it had been just a few minutes ago. Puck was in the forefront of his mind at that moment. The guy hadn't spoken that many words to him at one time ever, and Kurt was feeling as giddy as a little girl right then. It was probably more due to the alcohol in his system than anything, but Puck's hands on his waist also felt good. They were sending little shivers up his spine.

"That's good, Kurt," Puck said soothingly. "Hey, look, why don't we go sit down in this room right here for a little?"

Kurt looked at Puck and smiled.

"Okay!" he happily agreed.

Puck opened a happened to open the door to a bedroom and they went in. He sat Kurt down on the bed and took a seat next to him, rubbing his shoulders in a way that Kurt could have only described as ungodly.

Puck knew that it would only be a matter of time now. Kurt had already done half the work for him by drinking so much. All Puck had to do was seal the deal.

"Puck?" Kurt mumbled.

"Yeah, Kurt?"

Turning around so that he was facing Puck, Kurt tilted his head.

"How come you never talk to me?"

Puck was kind of surprised by the question, and he didn't really know how to answer it.

"I… uh… shit, Kurt. I don't know. You never talk to me either."

Kurt smiled a bit and looked down.

"It's cause I…"

"Cause you what, Kurt?"

"It's nothing," the smaller boy mumbled.

Puck scooted closer and put his arm around Kurt's shoulder. He was kind of getting tired of all the talking and just wanted to get to the fucking. So he decided to move things along.

"Tell me, Babe," Puck whispered into Kurt's ear causing the boy to noticeably shiver.

"I get kind of… uhh… what's the word for when you get scared?" Kurt asked with a slight slur to his words, causing Puck to smirk.

"I make you nervous, Babe?" Puck whispered, using his 'sexy' voice.

Kurt smiled shyly again.

"A little."

Puck leaned in and whispered in Kurt's ear again.

"You make me nervous to."

Kurt's eyes widened at Puck's statement, and the football player could see him flush a bit.

"I… do?"

"You make me so many things, Babe," Puck growled as he pulled the smaller boy back onto the bed.

Had to fix some words...

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