A/N: Okay, here is chapter 2. Thank you everyone who reviewed and put this story on alert! :) That means a lot to me. I hope this chapter won't disappoint you guys. This one is in Puck's point of view, which is a bit harder for me. Still, I'm proud of it.
I don't own Glee.
Puck opened his eyes and looked around the Hummel-Hudson living room, confused for a moment about how he got there.
Then he remembered how he couldn't sleep last night. At first he had blamed Finn's loud caveman snoring, so he moved downstairs to the guest room. That still didn't explain how he got on the couch though.
"C'mon think Puck," he whispered to himself out loud. "What did you do?"
Puck was used to waking up in strange places but he hadn't done so in a long time. After a few minutes of thinking, Puck gave up. Frustrated he kicked the cover that was on him off and got up to his feet. He waked to the kitchen, his stomach grumbling.
By the looks of things it was still earlier in the morning, well, earlier for Puck at least. Puck could see the remnants of several people's breakfast on the stove. He grabbed some leftover bacon and shoved it into his mouth. Quickly spitting it out, he cursed to himself.
"The fuck kind of bacon is this!"
"It's turkey bacon you moron. I thought someone with your Kosher habits wouldn't even know what real bacon tasted like" Kurt said while leaning in the kitchen doorway.
Puck jumped and turned around. The other boy had clearly surprised him.
"Damnit Hummel! Could you have least warned me before sneaking up on me liked that!" Puck placed a hand over his heart, it was beating unusually fast.
"What, did I scare poor little Puckerman?" Kurt said teasingly.
"Look, I'm a badass. I don't get scared. You just… caught me off guard. You don't mess with a sleeping lion or some shit like that. I could have attacked you, Hummel!" Puck said, regaining his composure. There was no way in Jewish hell that he was going to let Kurt get to him.
"Ha!" Kurt scoffed loudly. "You can drop the whole badass act with me, Puckerman," Kurt said his name with an intimidating scowl. "You wouldn't have hit me anyway."
"What act? This ain't acting. All of this is 100% pure sexy badass" Puck accompanied his words my slowly running his hands down his chest. He rolled up his shirt to reveal his biceps. "Come on, check these guns out. One hit and your pretty little face would be in pieces on the floor."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Look, no one cares about your muscles here. We both know that you aren't going to hit me."
Puck glared at Kurt, giving him one of his best badass stared. "What makes you so sure about that Hummel?" he said in a low, threatening tone.
Kurt raised his eyebrows and glared right back at him. After a while, Kurt's look turned into confusion, then amusement. Laughing he asked, "You don't remember anything from last night do you?"
Puck was starting to get antsy. "Whaddya mean? During the movie? Look Hummel, I can touch someone without it meaning anything. Just ask any chick in Lima."
Kurt just continued to smile. "While I'm sure that every female in Lima would testify to your lack of compassion, I was not referring to that. Do you remember how you made it to the living room to sleep?"
"How the hell did you know where I was sleeping at Hummel!" Puck was upset now, he wanted to know how Kurt knew and he didn't. "C'mon, spill it!"
Kurt laughed quietly, then looked seriously at the boy. "Trust me, Noah, if you don't remember, it's only for the best."
Kurt started to turn around and leave but Puck rushed to fill the gap between the two boys and grabbed his arm.
"Where are you going, Hummel? We aren't done here!" Puck's face would have intimidated anyone else into a crying ball on the floor, but Kurt was not even flinching. He was however, as Puck quickly noticed, breathing deeply and shaking quite a bit but he was smiling as though he was excited by it all.
"I think we are, Noah." Kurt touched Puck's hand that was gripping his arm.
Puck felt his body get warmer instantly. He released his hold on Kurt and shook his head. What was going on with him today?
"I have to go. I have a standing date with Blaine. See you later, Noah?" Kurt looked tenderly at Puck. He wasn't used to the boy using his first name so often. When did he start doing that? Only a few people called him Noah; his mother, his grandmother, Rachel, and Santana when she was super pissed. Puck was confused.
He scratched his head, his brain was pumping as thoughts swelled into it.
"Uhh, yeah. Okay, whatever Hum-.., " Puck bent his head down. "Kurt."
Kurt's lips twitched upwards, but he merely nodded and turned around to walk away.
Still standing in the kitchen, Puck called out to Kurt.
"Have fun with Blaine!"
Kurt whipped his head back around quickly and gave Puck a weird look. He turned around and continued on and Puck swore he heard the other boy say under his breath, "Not likely."
After waking Finn up and eating toaster waffles, Puck decided to head back home. He thanked Carole for letting him spend the night and headed home in his truck.
He finally had convinced his mom, even after his brief time in juvie, that he needed a truck for his senior year. He paid for it, well, he had somewhat paid for it. Cougars would give you anything to keep their cheating ways a secret.
As he was driving home, his phone buzzed once in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that it was a text from Santana. Not even checking to see what it said, he tossed it to the side.
He was in no mood to go watch her and Brittany make out. Ever since she and Brittany had become somewhat of an official item, he could not longer get Santana alone for some one on one Puckersarus action. He wasn't in the mood for other girls either since no one else understood that he just wasn't ready for a commitment.
After wooing and winning Lauren over, their relationship went downhill quickly. Their two badass and bossy people in a relationship just wasn't working out. Santana was one thing, but Lauren took the control thing to a whole new level. They were still friends though and Puck still had a soft spot for both girls. Actually, he had a soft spot for all of the girls in Glee club. He hated to see them sad and he couldn't bear to watch them get tormented in the hallway. The same went for Kurt.
Pulling into his driveway, he tried to keep his mind off of the girls and Kurt. He was still upset about what happened in the kitchen earlier with the boy. What happened last night that he couldn't remember?
"Ma, I'm back!" he shouted as he walked into his house. He paused for a minute then looked at the clock on the wall. Damn, his mom was probably still at temple. He sighed and went upstairs to his room. Lying down on his bed, he kicked his shoes off and turned on the television. An old football game was on, so he decided to watch that.
Soon, his mother and sister had come back home from temple.
"Noah! Come here!" His mother called for him as she entered the house.
Grumbling, Puck turned off the game and went downstairs to greet his mother.
"Hey Ma. How was temple?" Puck walked into the living room where his mother was taking off her coat. He saw his little sister struggling with hers, so he reached out and helped her get it off.
"You would know if you went more often Noah. Your grandmother misses you and the rabbi has been asking about you as well."
"Aww come on Ma, I go to temple enough. Nana sees me all the time too." Puck groaned but stopped when he saw the look his mother was giving him.
"Really Noah, I don't see why you dislike temple so much. Is it that Berry girl? You know she and her fathers are the nicest people. A little annoying maybe, but they really do care."
"It's not Rachel mom, she and I are cool. It's just more of a personal reason I guess." Puck lowered his eyes. How could he tell his mother all of the things that had been running through his mind lately? It wasn't that he didn't love temple, he just felt so uncomfortable being there now.
His mom stepped over to him and cupped his face in her hands. "Look at me, Noah." She said lifting his face up so they were looking at each other eye to eye. She gazed into his eyes for a while before smiling. "You have feeling for someone, don't you Noah."
Puck looked at his mother in disbelief as he pushed her away. "What? Ma, no. You know me and Lauren broke up."
"Well I know you have a parade of girls besides her. People talk you know, Noah. Is it that Santana girl? Or Quinn again?" She put her hands on her hips. "There's something you aren't telling me Noah, I can see it in your eyes."
Puck was getting frustrated. He hated when his mother did this. She believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and she was usually right. Normally, Puck would know what he was hiding from his mom but this time even he couldn't sort through his normally limited emotions.
His mother glared at him again before nodding her head and smiling. "Well it seems that there is something you aren't telling yourself either."
"I gotta go, Ma. I'll be back before dinner." Puck almost managed to get out of the door before his mother grabbed his shirt, pulling it and turning him around.
"You know I love you, right Noah? No matter what?"
"I know, Ma. I know."
His mother sighed and hugged him. "Go on. And you better be back before dinner, your sister misses having you around."
"Okay. I'll be home for dinner. I promise." Puck unraveled himself from his mother's hug and walked out of the door. He got into his truck, and grabbed his phone, which was still sitting in the passenger seat where he had thrown it earlier. He had intended to call Santana and ask her if she and Brittany still wanted some company when he saw he had another text message. From Kurt.
Passing by Santana's text he opened the message from Kurt.
'I'm not having any fun."
Puck smirked and pressed the send button on his phone, calling Kurt. After several rings, Kurt finally picked up the phone.
"What?"
"Gosh, what a way to answer your phone. I was just trying to check up on you."
"Check up on me? I think we both know that you are the one who needs monitoring Noah. Have you gotten yourself into some sort of trouble since this morning? I wouldn't put it past you."
Puck could feel Kurt's attitude even through the phone. He laughed and thought to himself, "Typical. Even when I call him he has to have the upper hand."
"So you didn't have any fun with the munchkin from the Lollipop Guild, huh?"
"Muncki- Are you referring to Blaine?" Kurt coughed, obviously suppressing a laugh.
"Yeah him. I thought you guys had so much in common."
"We don't," Kurt blurted out quickly. "I mean, we do."
"You can't seem to make up your mind there." Puck smiled to himself, knowing that he had regained the control in the conversation. "So what did you and Tiny Tim get up to?"
"You have got to stop with those nicknames Noah." Kurt sighed into the phone. "Why do you want to know about what Blaine and I do anyway? It really isn't any of your concern."
Puck felt hurt for a moment and he didn't know why. He found himself questioning his own motives. "Yeah, why are you concerned about it anyway?" He shook the thoughts off and replied back to Kurt grumpily.
"Hey, I asked didn't I? I can't check up on a friend?"
"I didn't think of us as close friends like that Noah."
"Well maybe you should. I stick up for your ass all the time. The least you could do is tell me about your stupid date."
Puck was getting angrier and he didn't know why it mattered so much to him.
"Fine! You want to know about my stupid date! It sucked, Noah! It sucked!" Kurt hissed into the phone.
Puck sat in is car, shocked by Kurt's sudden outburst. He waited a while, calming down before responding.
"Look, I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't know." Puck bit his cheek before continuing on. "You wanna talk about it?"
"I would rather not discuss it on the phone." Kurt whispered tensely.
"Uhh.. Do you want to meet somewhere then?" Puck surprised himself by asking.
Obviously Kurt was surprised too because Puck heard the other boy squeak into the phone.
Puck slapped his hand to his forehead and ran it through his mohawk. Why had he asked Kurt to meet him somewhere?
"You don't have to, I just thought you wanted to, I understand if you don't..." Puck rambled, trying to explain himself.
Kurt waited a while before responding. "Actually, I wouldn't mind that at all. Do you know where the Lima Bean is?"
"Yeah, that coffee place in town? Where all those artsy people hang?" Puck was relieved that Kurt didn't find his suggestion to meet up weird.
"Yes, the coffee shop. Meet me there in 20 minutes?"
"Yeah, 20 minutes. Cool."
"See you there Noah."
Puck heard the phone click and smiled to himself.
He waited a little while before pulling out of his driveway to head towards town.
"You're late." Kurt said as Puck walked over to where he was sitting.
"Chill out, I'm only like, 10 minutes late Hummel. You're worse than Zizes."
Puck pulled his chair out and turned it around backwards before sitting and facing Kurt.
Kurt glared at him over what looked to be some sort of iced coffee. Puck wasn't big on these fancy coffee drink places.
"It's Kurt. I don't know why you avoid using people's given names but if you expect to be my friend you have to use mine."
Puck laughed, shaking his head. How did he always manage to find the bossy ones? Wait, he wasn't finding Kurt, they were just friends. Still, Kurt was a different type of friend than Puck was used to. He couldn't remember the last time he and Finn sat down and talked about anything that didn't concern football.
"Fine, Kurt." Puck made sure Kurt knew that he was saying his first name. "What was so suckish about your date with the Brow Monster?
Kurt glared at Puck a little longer before sighing and playing with the straw in his coffee.
"I don't know. It just seems that everything with us has become so routine. It's starting to get-"
"Boring?" Puck interjected Kurt's sentence.
Kurt raised his eyebrows at Puck but seemed happy that Puck had interrupted him.
"Exactly! I just don't have that same sense of excitement that I used to about us anymore." Kurt smiled down towards his drink.
"I know how you feel. The spark just isn't there anymore."
Kurt nodded looking up at Puck again.
"I used to get butterflies every time he was around and now," Kurt made a motion with his hands, "Nothing." Kurt sipped on his drink
"Is the sex bad?" Puck asked seriously.
Kurt choked on his drink, his face turning a deep red color. He sputtered out, "Excuse me!" and coughed again.
"You alright? I'm just asking. When the sex stops feeling good, that's how I know to move on from a chick." Puck explained.
Kurt breathed in and out for a while before replying softly. "Blaine and I haven't taken our relationship to that level yet." Kurt fiddled with his thumbs and then added, "We actually haven't gotten very far into that side of our relationship actually."
Puck face twisted up in shock. "Really? You guys have been dating for a long time. Maybe even longer than all of my relationships combined. Do you think that's why you don't feel anything?" Puck's brain was scrambling to comprehend a relationship without sex.
"No. Well, maybe. Perhaps if I went farther with Blaine our relationship would get better but I just don't have the urge to do anything with him."
Puck was getting more and more confused. "Wait, you don't want to do anything with him? He's your boyfriend."
"I am aware of our relationship status, Noah. I just don't feel like getting intimate with him. Even kissing him is a struggle for me now, honestly."
"Dude, you need to work on that. I know I'm no good at relationships, but isn't that a bad thing?"
Kurt's face sunk in. "I know it is." He whispered.
Puck sat quietly for a while trying to understand and sympathize with Kurt.
"Do you still want to be with him?"
"I- I'm not sure anymore."
"Kurt, you have to tell him that."
Puck saw Kurt's head shake "no" softly. "I can't, he loves me."
"But you don't love him."
"I never said that."
"It's kind of obvious."
Kurt sighed and absent mindedly fixed his hair.
"It's fine, stop that."
Kurt looked at Puck, confused. "What?"
"Your hair. You're messing with it. It looks fine."
"Oh," Kurt placed his hands on the table, "Thank you." Kurt paused before speaking again. "For all of this."
"I didn't do anything."
"You did, actually. You listened. Not many people have done that for me."
"What about Diana Ross? Doesn't she listen to you? I always see you guys gabbering about stuff in the hallway."
Kurt laughed before he placed his hand to his mouth. Removing it, he fixed his face.
"Mercedes, Noah. Yes, Mercedes and I talk all of the time but lately she hasn't been really listening."
Puck nodded, understanding what he meant. He felt like that a lot too. You could talk to a person for a long time and it won't necessarily mean that they are listening to what you have to say.
Puck checked the time on his phone. He had been here with Kurt longer than he planned.
"Look, I have to go. Dinner with my family, you know how that is."
Kurt smiled and nodded. "Definitely. Thank you, Noah. Really, thank you."
Puck smiled as he stood up and placed a twenty dollar bill on the table.
"No problem. Anytime Kurt." He walked over to Kurt and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Seriously, anytime."
"I'll remember that, Noah."
Puck turned and walked away before hearing Kurt call his name.
"Noah! I already paid for this!"
Puck smiled and turned back around.
"I know Hummel, it's compensation."
