A/N: Jewfro's interview with Puck (Season 2 Ep 1) inspired me to write this. I know I shouldn't be writing this because I haven't yet finished with Come A Little Bit Closer but I friggen can't help it. Screw me. Don't worry I'm still goin to continue my first fic. This is going to be short. I hope. Lol. By the way, in this fic, Puck and Kurt are in high school. So immaturity is excusable.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Warning: In this fic, Kurt was not in love with Finn. It will ruin my intention. Just saying. Teehee.

Chapter 1:

It just happened. He didn't know why. It was wrong, he knew. He just got over with his crush on Finn Hudson and now here he was, crushing on again with someone he didn't even think of, not even in his drunken state or worst nightmares, having a crush on. But fate really had a sick sense of humor. But c'mon, he didn't plan on this. It. Just. Happened.

It all begun last summer when Noah Puckerman scored a summer job at their shop. If he knew what would be the effect on him, he would have told his dad not to hire Puck, but then, he was not a fortune teller so how would he know? So every damned day, he got to see Puck at least four hours a day. Not to add the hours Puck spent at their home playing games with his soon-to-be stepbrother Finn. At first, Kurt couldn't stand being in close proximity with Puck. Yes, Puck had stopped throwing him in the dumpsters but Puck was still an asshole. A sexy asshole but an asshole nonetheless. So as much as possible, he stayed away from Puck. But of course, he couldn't stay away that much because one time, his dad asked him if he could mentor Puck about the basics of car fixing. He reluctantly agreed. Oh well, being good than Puck about something else made him kind of proud. It was not everyday that an honorary girl like him was better than a jock like Puck.

"Okay this is a wrench, not the kind you use in plumbing, this is." He stopped when he realized that Puck was not even listening. "Puck are you even listening?" He asked exasperatedly.

Puck looked at him with weary eyes. "Uh yeah, the jack. I got it."

Seriously? "That was so ten minutes ago Puck. I think you are just wasting my time." He snapped as he started to gather the tools and prepared to leave. He was not going to spend a precious afternoon with a moron. He was cut short when Puck grabbed his hands. Spark. What the hell?

"Hummel, look I'm sorry. I was just tired." Kurt stared at him hard then pulled away his hand from Puck.

Kurt placed a hand on either side of his hips. "I know you also have your pool cleaning business but if you can't pull two jobs at the same time, better quit one."

Puck breathed heavily. "I was just tired okay." He said dryly but something was missing. There was no hardness in Puck's voice.

"Is there a problem Puck?" He asked softly, suddenly feeling concern on the jock. Well, this was something different. Puck looked really depressed or something. Puck stared at him and he controlled himself not to blush. 'What the hell Kurt?' He scolded himself.

"I, uh, well.." Puck said as his eyes roamed around. Kurt knew Puck did not want to look at him in the eye and he felt a wave of sadness.

Kurt cleared his throat. "Well, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. It's not like you owe me or any- "

His sentence was cut short when Puck hugged him and buried his face in the crook of his neck and then he felt something wet. Puck was crying.

'Oh my God.' What the hell was wrong in the world? He awkwardly threw his arms around Puck and let him cry. After at least two agonizing minutes, Puck stopped crying and released him from the hug. Kurt suddenly felt so empty. Puck could stay in his arms longer and he wouldn't complain.

"I thought I was over her. Fuck I know I was over her." Puck said hoarsely. And Kurt knew what he was talking about. "I bumped into her this morning and damn, she looks really beautiful."

"Why don't you try to win her back?" Kurt asked bravely. Puck looked at him and he was suddenly scared for his life. 'Learn to shut up Kurt.'

Puck snorted. "Do you think she will trust me after all that has happened?"

"You could try."Okay, shutting up was not one of his best traits.

Puck shook his head. "For what? To break my heart all over again?" There was bitterness in Puck's voice and Kurt could feel it. He never knew that Puck was in love with Quinn. He just thought that Quinn was just another notch in Puck's bedpost. But then, he was no expert on the jock's feelings.

"Why are you telling me these? We are not exactly friends Puck." He asked. For the love of Prada, he was shocked when Puck opened up to him about what was bugging him. Was he in some kind of a dream sequence? Or a nightmare for that matter? Was this a prank or something? So many questions.

"Because I know you will understand." Puck said matter-of-factly. "I know you're in love with Finn and seeing him with Rachel broke your heart."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Why did everybody assume that he was in love with Finn? Sure he had a huge crush on him but it was entirely different from love. Love was a heavy word. Finn was just a silly crush. He had watched too many chick flicks and identified each of the male character with Finn. That was why he had a crush on him but now, he just seen him as a brother.

"I am not in love with Finn." He said snappishly. Puck rolled his eyes and muttered whatever. Kurt decided to drop the argument.

"By the way Hummel, we didn't have this conversation. I will burn all your clothes if this came out." Puck warned him. He nodded. He wouldn't dare betray Puck. Oh God Kurt, where was this coming from?

"Well if you needed someone to talk to, I'm here." Goodness, he didn't just say that.

Puck gave him a sexy smirk. "Thanks." Kurt watched him as he gathered his tools then Puck said something which made him warm all over. "By the way Hummel, you smell good."

And from then on, Kurt was never the same again.

A/N: Should I continue?