AN: Okay guys, here I go with another story. I'm not really sure where the inspiration came from.
This story contains gay characters and gay relationships, if you don't like it, then beat it. We don't like haters here.
Eventual pairing will be Puck/Kurt. In the mean time until they are together, anything can happen. :)
This is the first time I've attempted to write a comedy mixed with tragedy all at the same time, I hope it blended well. You will understand more as the chapters unfold.
Reviews are lovely, I will try to respond to them, in the authors note when I post the new chapters. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter One: A Thief in the Night
Today was just like any other day at the extremely dull school of McKinley High. The average onlooker would think it was just like every other school in the Midwest, probably because it was just like every other school. In the parking lot nerds and geeks lined up to be tossed into the dumpster by the jocks whose life path was bullying. If you were looking at the football field you would see the Varsity Cheerios practicing their epic national's routine, with head cheerleader Quinn Fabre at the helm. Things were just as they should be when senior Kurt Hummel entered through the south doors on his way to his first class.
Kurt walked with his head held high and an expression that was sculpted from pure ice, and eyes that would turn any onlooker into stone. Well he wished that was what happened when he shot them a dirty look. Of course this was high school so things didn't always go according to plan.
"Oh my god Kurt, I love your jacket!" Brittany said as she passed him in the hall way, her eyes looked upon him with awe.
"Thanks Brit, it is rather fabulous if I do say so myself." Kurt smiled, knowing that his choice to buy the Alexander McQueen jacket over the Prada one was one of the best decisions he had made this fall season.
Kurt continued to make his way towards his first class when he saw his best girlfriend, Rachel Berry. She walked up next to him and linked her arm with his and they began strutting towards their first class together.
"Rachel how many times do I have to tell you, you're supposed to compliment my outfit? Not make it look worse." Said Kurt with a look of disgust as he eyed her black sweater with a white cat sewed on to the front of it.
"What?" Rachel's face fell as she began looking at her sweater. "I thought everyone loved cats?"
"I'm allergic. Besides people love them, but not to wear on a sweater; I have an extra sweater in my locker that would really make your outfit complete." Rachel smiled at the friendly notion from Kurt.
The walk to first period was rather peaceful, not one jock had said a single hateful or homophobic comment, maybe this day would turn out really good. Kurt's thought came too soon. Right as Kurt and Rachel were about to walk into their class they were hurt with a slushie facial.
"Oh. My. God." Kurt said in horror as the grape syrup burned his eyes and began seeping through his jacket into his shirt. He stood frozen to the spot, feeling completely horrible. The slushie facials were painful, but mostly just humiliating.
"I think the fairy has turned the dwarf gay!" Azimio laughed before giving Karofsky a high-five.
"Neanderthals." Kurt mumbled before making his way into the girl's bathroom to clean him and Rachel up.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, Rachel began pulling paper towels out of the dispenser when they heard what sounded like kissing noises from the middle stall. Kurt looked to Rachel confused. They both stood frozen for a second thinking people were making out in the stall until they heard a familiar chuckle.
Rachel walked over and slung the door open on the stall.
"Oh hey other sexy Jew and Kurt." Puck said as soon as the door swung open. He was fully dressed and sitting on the toilet for no apparent reason. He smirked up at Rachel, almost like he was trying to accomplish something sexual, but failing.
"Stop that, whatever it is that you're doing. What are you doing in here?" Kurt asked as he walked back to the sink to clean himself. He took his jacket off and placed it on the sink next to him so he could clean it next.
"I was in here making sounds hoping some hot babe would get jealous and want to get on Puckzilla." Puck smiled and flexed his bicep in the mirror while he admired his beauty.
"You're pathetic. Let me guess you're not getting much 'action' these days?" Rachel asked as she washed her hair in the sink. She lifted her head to watch the purple colored water circle around the drain until it finally went down. She sniffled and tried to fight back the tears that she knew were going to eventually fall.
"Knocking a chick up can really ruin your reputation. No one wants some of this hot Jewish action because they're all worried I'm gonna get them pregnant or something. It only happened one time; I don't see what the big deal is? I need some loving too." Puck leaned against the stall and waited for them to wash themselves.
"As interesting as this story is about your failed promiscuity, would you please help me get this gunk out of my hair?" Kurt asked as he struggled to wash the back of his head in the sink. It was easier for Rachel to accomplish because her hair was long, his wasn't. Puck grabbed the chair that always sat in the girl's bathroom and drug it over to the sink. Kurt sat down in it and leaned his head back in the sink. If he closed eyes and thought about it hard enough, he could almost imagine himself in a salon. Which was way better than being here in this hell hole they call a school.
"So who did this to you? Karofsky?" Puck asked as he washed the back of Kurt's hair. Puck smiled because he had never felt hair this soft before, not even Quinn's.
"No it was that big loon Azimio." Kurt said softly. Puck could tell this was tearing him up inside. He transferred back from Dalton last year to be with his friends and nothing had changed. On top of that his relationship with Blaine ended over the summer over something incredibly stupid. Normally Puck wouldn't take interest in a gay relationship, but he had actually been there for the breakup, and partially the cause of it.
"Thank you." Kurt attempted to smile, but his pride was hurt. There really wasn't much to smile about. Not to mention his brand new jacket was ruined that his dad just bought him. He frowned when he looked at. He pulled it towards himself and fingered the material and eyed its ruined beauty. It really was an amazing jacket.
"Maybe you can have it dry cleaned?" Puck suggested, not sure if you could dry clean expensive things like that, but isn't that what people did with expensive clothes?
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Kurt didn't really pay attention, just went through the emotions like he had done most days since his breakup with Blaine.
The whole situation was stupid, but Blaine wouldn't even let him explain. They were at the mall shopping with Mercedes and Rachel when they bumped into Finn and Puck. Finn of course at that point didn't want to leave Rachel's side, like the clingy boyfriend he was. So of course Puck came along with them, he was hanging out with Finn.
When they were in the food court some Neanderthal tripped Kurt and he bumped his head into the table. Finn went running after the guy while Puck made sure he was okay. It didn't cause any permanent damage or anything, thankfully. Well Kurt took comfort in Puck's assistance, appreciating the help his friend was giving and Blaine got jealous because he was in Puck's arms and not his. So he started accusing Kurt of cheating with the obviously straight Puck and the rest was history. They hadn't spoken since that day. At first Kurt really had a hard time, but with a lot of show tunes and great friends he had gotten better.
Surprisingly Puck had been really nice during the whole incident. He just said he felt guilty about them breaking up because if anyone deserved happiness it was Kurt. He could agree with that because of the horrible year he had last year.
As the day came to a close Kurt was walking with Rachel and Tina towards his car. They had intended to go back to the Hummel-Hudson household to watch musicals and give each other manicures and pedicures. Out of the corner he saw Puck walk up behind Rachel. He turned to look at the jock who smiled at him.
"Hey Princess." He said at the same moment as someone from behind them screamed "FAG!"
Kurt felt a sharp pain to the back of his head as an aluminum bat collided with his skull. He immediately spit out blood before he began to fall. Puck ran to his side quickly and caught him.
"Oh my god, call an ambulance." Rachel screamed to Tina who frantically began dialing 911.
Kurt looked towards Rachel but couldn't quite see her through his blurred vision. The pounding in his head prevented him from hearing anything that was going on around him. That was until he heard something faint in the distance.
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
"Can you hear that?" Kurt asked, his voice barely a whisper. Rachel looked around but heard nothing.
"Kurt what are you talking about?" Puck asked as he placed his hand behind Kurt's head to cushion him, but when he pulled his hand back it was covered in blood. Rachel gasped as she began crying. She kept telling Kurt it was going to be okay that an ambulance was on its way, but he didn't quite make out what she said over the ever growing noise in the background.
Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it
"Do you not hear that?" Kurt asked again. His eyes were getting so heavy; he could barely keep them open. He just wanted to fall asleep but the noise was just getting too loud. He recognized the noise, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it
"Oh god." Rachel cried "Come on Kurt stay awake the ambulance is almost here." She continued yelling but his eyes were closed, and she began fearing the worst.
Kurt's mind was racing and he couldn't think because the noise was finally blasting right into his ear at a decibel that would make any normal person go deaf.
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia