Puck sat on the edge of the sidewalk in the school parking lot, smoking. It was one tough day at school. He closed his eyes and sighed, exhaling the smoke. This whole drama was overwhelming. He had to deal with pregnant Quinn, angry Finn and everyone else in this school. It seemed like everyone just thought this would be a good time to get him back for years of bullying. He was halfway through the cigarette when he saw Hummel stepping closer to him. He groaned silently. Ever since their theatricality week and his fight with Finn, Kurt Hummel has been a walking annoyance. Even more than usual, that is. Puck never thought this day would come, but he sided with Kurt. Yeah, Kurt Hummel was the king of gays, but he never hurt anybody. After listening to the story over and over again in glee and during classes when the girls and Kurt talked about it and Finn whining to Berry about Kurt being a pain, he came to a conclusion that it wasn't Hummel's fault. It was Hummel's cluelessness with everything related to boys, ironically. Obviously he didn't know Puck thought so, for the mere reason that no one cared what he was thinking. But now Kurt Hummel himself was walking towards him, stopping right in front of him. Puck looked up at him. Kurt sat down next to him.

"Can I have one?" he asked.

"What?" Puck was confused.

"Can I have a cigarette?"

Puck stared at him. He was dead serious. Of all people, Kurt Hummel asked him for a cigarette. It just didn't seem right. But he pulled one out anyway and Kurt took it, and put it in his mouth. Puck took the lighter out, and Kurt got closer to him, lighting the cigarette. They sat there quietly, smoking their cigarettes. Puck was curious. He was dying to know what was going on with the effeminate boy sitting next to him and smoking. It just wasn't like prissy princess Hummel to do something like that.

"You know smoking damages the voice."

"I know."

"Care to explain?"

"I owe you nothing, Puckerman." Kurt threw his cigarette to the asphalt and stepped on it.

"I know."

"Thank you." Kurt said coldly, grabbing his bag and walking away.

Kurt drove home with no music turned on in the car. He parked in front of the house, and got in. the house was empty with both parents out at work and Finn nowhere in sight. Kurt went down to the basement to put his bag and turn on the computer when he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Kurt sat by the computer, checking his Facebook profile when Finn came out the bathroom.

"Oh, Kurt, you're home."

"Yeah."

"Where were you?"

"Nowhere."

"Emm…ok…"

"You're going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm going out with Rachel."

"Don't forget today's the tasting for the wedding." Kurt's voice was cold and lacked any emotion.

"Oh, shit! I should call her and cancel…"

"She would eat you alive. You can go, I'll cover for you. Just be there at eight."

"Thanks. I think the movie would end till then."

"You're welcome."

"How do I look?"

"Fine."

"You didn't look!" Kurt turned around.

"It doesn't matter how you look! Rachel thinks her horrible sweaters are fashionable." Finn looked offended.

"What's wrong, Kurt?"

"Nothing! You look fine. You look awesome. Just go already." He sighed and turned to the computer again. He heard Finn's footsteps going upstairs and the sound of his car driving away. Kurt held his head between his hands, letting two teardrops fall before he wiped them away and got up the stairs to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, taking out the ice cream. He sat at the living room, and watched a few seconds of "Cats" before pressing the stop button and taking out the CD. He didn't feel like watching a musical. Lately he didn't feel like it at all. He took a look at the DVDs they had. He spotted something he never watched before. It was a movie Finn brought with him. Kurt put it in the player and pressed the play button. It was a horror movie, with a crazy serial killer killing teenagers. The first victim reminded him of Rachel and he giggled. Halfway through the movie his dad came home. He was surprised to see Kurt watching a horror movie, but he said nothing. When Carole came home they all got ready and drove to the hotel Carole liked. It was a nice place and Burt wanted Carole to have the wedding the way she wanted. Kurt walked around, expressing his opinion on everything. The food was ok, so was the décor. But he was bored out of his freaking mind. He just wanted to go home and sleep. He heard a beep, and took his iphone out of his pocket. He had a new text message from someone that wasn't in his contact book.

"U r cooler than I thought "

"Who is this?"

"Puckzilla."

"What do u want?" Puck took a couple of minutes before answering the text.

"Let's hang out" Kurt was surprised by that turn of events. Noah Puckerman was asking him to hang out?

"Sure"

"Cool. See ya" Kurt sighed and put his phone back in his pocket.

An hour later Finn showed up, almost thirty minutes after eight. After being glared by both Hummels and apologizing over and over again, they got back to the tasting. Finn was eating almost everything on the table. Getting home after this day was a blessing. Kurt took off his loafers, and lay on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, feeling every aching muscle in his body. By the time Kurt has decided to get up and head for the shower Finn was already snoring loudly in his bed. Under the hot stream in the shower Kurt thought about the way his life has changed. He felt tired of being himself. His life was not a wreck, but yet he felt the need to run away. He needed a way out. He reminded the night he took the car and drove around the town. He found a cigarette vending machine and thought this would be a good idea to buy some. He snickred to himself and grabbed the shampoo bottle. He hid them inside a tissue box under his sofa. Mercedes almost found them once, when she came over and watched The Notebook with him. It still wasn't enough though, he needed something better, stronger.

Puck was bored out of his freaking mind. There was nothing to do. He considered sexting Santana, but she was still mad at him for some reason.

Yeah, cause she's a bitch. he thought to himself.

He was playing with his cellphone when he noticed the earlier texts from Kurt. He figured it won't hurt him to try.

Kurt was out the shower drying his hair. When Finn moved in he was worried that the noise would wake him up, but after all this time he knew nothing could wake the boy up. His phone was buzzing. He turned off the dryer and read the message.

"Hi, still want to hang out?"

"Yeah"

"Meet me at the school parking lot"

"Be there in 10" Kurt put down the phone and without even looking grabbed a pair of jeans and a t shirt. He put on sneakers and took a look in the mirror. His hair was messy.

He kinda liked that.

Puck was sitting with a six pack of beer and a smoke. He could see Kurt's sweet ride parking. The boy got out the car and Puck's jaw dropped. The boy in front of him looked nothing like the Hummel he knew.

"You look…different." Puck said. Kurt just snored. Then he noticed the thing Puck was holding.

"You brought beer?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome!" Kurt was ecstatic. He figured that's how it feels to have a revelation. It was exactly what he needed. Alcohol!

"Lucky it's Friday tomorrow." Puck said, opening a can.

"Today." Kurt opened his own.

"What?"

"It's today already." Kurt showed him his phone clock.

"Cool." Puck smiled at him.

The situation was awkward. They sat by the dumpsters, ironically. They didn't talk much.

"Can I ask you something?" Puck asked.

"You can, I don't promise I'll answer."

"Fine. Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you here with me right now, drinking beer and smoking?"

"Because you texted me." Kurt stated the obvious.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I know."

"Then why? It just doesn't seem like you."

"Nothing seems like me anymore." Kurt sighed and took another sip.

After their conversation not much was said. Puck really tried to understand why Hummel would do such things. It wasn't like him. It's not that he cared about him, he was just damn curios. He convinced himself that was the reason.