So sorry about this long update. This chapter was such a pain in my butt to write. Mostly because it's a filler. But, hopefully you still enjoy it. I still think it's very badly written...but then again, I am not a fan of my own writing. But for now, here's chapter two. Reviews are love.

Two

Kurt Hummel had been through a lot in his life. From his mother's death at an early age, to coming to realize and accept that he was, in fact, gay. The young man's life had been nothing short of a roller coaster ride.

And this didn't make him feel much better.

Puck was kneeling in front of him, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. His face was flushed, showing the evidence of the workout he had just given. Sweat dripped down his forehead and trailed down to his chin. But Puck made no movement to wipe it off. Instead, he pursed his lips in frustration and shifted position, easing the tension on his other knee. Two thick eyebrows raised to his hairline, waiting in anticipation for Kurt's answer.

"Kurt..." He started, panting a little. He fought against the feeling to scratch at his back, the leather making his skin itch and burn. He wiggled his shoulders and opened his mouth again. "Will you go out with me?" He waved his hands in a jazz hands fashion, trying to make his question even more dramatic.

Kurt's hands flew over his face, shielding the crimson colour that flushed his face. All around him, the Glee kids were silent, each one lost in their own initial shock. He braved one glance over to Mercedes, through the slits in his fingers, and was no more shocked at her reaction. Her jaw was wide open, eyebrows raised. Her hand was clamped onto Tina's shoulder, painted nails digging in almost painfully, but Tina was too shocked herself to notice.

Kurt heard Puck take a deep breath, and moved his hands out of his face, calmly placing them into his lap. His eyes shifted back and forth from the floor to the door, refusing to meet Puck's eyes.

"Could you please say something? Anything?" Puck rolled teeth along his bottom lip, his usually cocky grin replaced by a shadowed frown. A calloused, tanned hand reached out to Kurt's lap, and gently brushed the small boys fingers. Then, fingers wrapped around Kurt's wrist and gently tugged, as if trying to pull the answer forcefully from him.

Suddenly, Kurt pulled his hand back harshly, and used his other hand to shove Puck. Taken off guard, the older boy fell to the ground, sprawling onto his butt. He lifted himself onto his elbows and stared at Kurt in bewilderment.

"You're unbelievable," Kurt spat, shooting up from his chair. He kicked his chair back into Finn's unoccupied one making the two collide and crash to the floor in a thunderous sound that took over the entire room.

"First my boyfriend breaks up with me, humiliating me, and now you're mocking me, making it worse?" With one swift movement, his fingers grasped the handles of his bag, and he hefted it towards Puck, smashing it into the boy's chest.

Puck's hands flew to his chest, and he cried out. Kurt turned to leave, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Puck opened his mouth to protest, but Kurt held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Don't bother getting up. Scum like you deserves to be on the ground."

Without another word, he trotted out of the room, leaving the eerie silence of his classmates behind him.

Puck watched him leave, mouth still open wide, before pushing himself up to his feet. He started to dust himself off, when Quinn sashayed up to his side, an amused grin planted on her face.

"Looks like not everyone melts for the Puckerman charm." Her voice held a mocking tone, and Puck felt his cheeks flush in a bout of anger. His lips curled up into a sneer.

"Are you happy?" He asked, almost sarcastically. "I did what you told me to do, embarrassed myself in front of everyone, and still got turned down by the gayest kid in Ohio." He gave one tug at his leather jacket before he started to walk past Quinn, his shoulder bumping hers just gently enough to make her take a few steps back.

"Puck..." she started, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

He whipped around and grabbed her wrist, faster than she could react to.

"Don't talk to me," he hissed, dropping her wrist back to her side forcefully.

"This was all part of the plan," she tried again, rushing in front of him. Her small hands reached out to push against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His chin jutted high over the top of her head, his eyes refusing to meet her gaze. He let out a small huff.

"What was? Humiliating me, and probably Kurt, just for some stupid plan that came out of your stupid head?" He raised his voice at the last part, attracting the attention of several of the Glee club members. When his eyes darted over to them, they all lowered their heads at the same time.

Quinn took a step back, one hand flying to her chest. Never had the young man raised his voice to her, and she felt her eyes starting to sting with tears. Furious, mostly with herself, she rubbed at her eyes before clearing her throat.

"Just let me explain to Kurt what's going on. Then I'm sure the plan will be back on track." It took most of her control to keep her voice from cracking, and she rubbed at her eyes once more, sniffling loudly.

Puck eyed her, his features softening slowly. He gripped her arm gently. "Why do you want to do this so badly?"

Quinn sniffled once more before regaining some of her composure. "Because as much as you hate to admit it, he's your friend, too." She ignored the grimace that passed on Puck's face. "And it will be funny to see the look on Sam's face when he finds out that Lima's resident stud is dating Kurt."

Puck licked his lips slowly, a small grin spreading across full lips. "You mean it will be funny to see me acting gay," he replied shaking his head.

Quinn couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her throat. "That would be a bonus, yes."

Puck slowly trailed his eyes over her, his emotions caught between anger and admiration. "If I do this, are you still going to make up that lie about me?"

Quinn raised her eyebrows. After a moment, she sighed in mock defeat. "No, I won't."

"And?" Puck asked, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.

"And I'm sorry I tried to blackmail you in the first place," Quinn said eventually, waving a hand at him dismissively. "So will you still do it?"

"All you had to do was ask," Puck replied casually, grinning devilishly. Before Quinn could reply, he held up a finger. "You really think I'm a stud?" When her eyes darted to another object, Puck's question was confirmed, and he nodded his head in approval.

Without saying another word, he twisted on his heels and strutted out of the room, ignoring the looks that were burning holes into his back as he exited the classroom, and made his way into the crowded hallway of students.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Quinn saw a flash of red pass by her, and Brittany and Satana appeared in front of her, linking pinkies as usual.

"Are we good?" Santana asked.

"Yeah. We're good."

xxxxx

It seemed, Kurt thought as he strode towards his locker, that he spent a lot of time in the washroom at school. But oddly enough, that was the one place where he always felt the most comfortable. Just standing there, in the solitary confinements of the boys (and sometimes the girls) washroom, everything just seemed so much more calm and relaxed. If you managed to discount the smell of urine and perfume that lingered in the air, that is.

After spending twenty minutes trying to regain what was left of his pride, he finally had the nerve to come out. He busied himself with stuffing unused textbooks into his already crammed locker. But his mind kept flashing back to Puck, and his surprising - yet kinda hot - serenading. His cheeks flushed red, and he shook his head, trying to dimiss any thought of Noah Puckerman.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the faint sound of heels pounding on the linoleum floor beside him. A silohette appeared beside him, and the faint scent of strawberries whifted into his nostrils. He hardly needed to turn around to know who it was.

"Hello, Quinn." The door of his locker blocked the view of her face, but he guessed his intuition was right, as no voice answered him back in return.

Placing his science book on the top shelf of his locker, he cleared his throat loudly. "Come to rub it in?" he asked, slamming his locker door shut.

"Rub what in?" She asked, her usually perky voice covered with genuine confusion.

Kurt shook his head and threw her an apologetic smile. "Nevermind." He waved off his last comment with his free hand. "What do you want?"

"Well, I came to talk to you about what Puck did," she started, but when Kurt turned to walk away, Quinn jogged in front of him. "Wait, please," she said softly, lifting her chin up defiantly. When Kurt made no more indications to move, she continued. "Remember how we were talking about you getting a fake boyfriend?" When Kurt nodded, she shrugged her shoulders lazily. "I sort of...asked Puck to do it."

A shimmer of surprise crossed Kurt's face, but he quickly covered it up just as fast, clenching his jaw tightly. "And you couldn't be bothered to inform me?"

"I wanted your reaction to be really genuine." A small smile played on Quinn's lips, teasing Kurt slightly. "And it was. Along with everyone else in Glee club, who are probably still talking about it."

"And Puck, the sex shark, just happens to be alright with this idea?" He didn't miss the small grimace that passed over Quinn's delicate features, and he shook his head lightly. "I don't even want to know."

"Still mad?" Quinn asked.

Kurt's eyes trailed up and down Quinn's body, and the young girl couldn't help but feel exposed. She quickly folded her arms under her breasts and huffed a little, trying to get an answer out of Kurt.

Finally, Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I guess it would be pretty funny, making Puck my bitch for the next week." He scrunched his eyebrows together in thought. "Plus, he really is the hottest guy in school."

Quinn opened her mouth to respond, but quickly shut it. She just opted for nodding her head instead.

"Just one problem," Kurt said, making a small noise in the back of his throat. "Who is really going to believe that Puck is Gay? He's slept with almost every girl in school."

Quinn pursed her lips. "Exactly."

"Okay, now you've lost me."

"Puck has already claimed himself a sex shark, right?" When Kurt gave a confused nod, she eagerly continued. "People won't believe it from just hearing about it. They have to see it with their own eyes." Her eyes looked to Kurt, glowing with a hint of deviance.

"So, I make out with him in front of the entire school?" He tried as hard as he could to sound a little bit repusled, but truth be told, he was actually willing to make this plan work. "I'm not a slut."

"Like I said, people with believe what they see with their own eyes." Quinn winked at him, before spinning around on her heels. She disappeared into a crowd of oncoming students, leaving Kurt alone in the hall.

And for the second time that day, Kurt wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into.

XXXX

Puck had never felt more like a fool in his entire life. As he exited the Glee room, he could feel eighteen pairs of eyes following him, burning holes into his back. He wanted more than anything to just throw them an absurd gesture with his finger, or yell something extremely obscene at them. But instead, he opted for something that he had never done in his entire life.

He ran.

"Puck, wait!" He heard Mr. Schue's voice call after him, but kept going, feeling his face flush with embaressement and anger. He shouldered his way past a group of students loitering in the hallway, ignoring their shouts as he managed to push one of them into a locker.

His footsteps became heavier as he increased his light walking to a jog. He could scarcely feel his heart beating in his chest, feeling like it was going to implode on itself.

Puck didn't stop until he pushed through the back door of the school, into the nearly vacant parking lot. His eyes grazed the area, landing almost immediately on his run down blue Chevy, parked just a couple of meters away. As he started towards it, his hands dug desperately into his jeans, pulling out a keychain, with an array of different keys on them. His bulky fingers tore through them, trying to find his car key. Just as he was mumbling something under his breath in frustration, he found the right key.

"Leaving so early?"

The voice startled Puck, and he skidded to a halt. His head whipped around, meeting a pair of gentle, green eyes.

"Why do you care?" Puck asked, inserting his key into the car lock. He twisted it - a little too roughly - and tugged the door open with a loud creak, the old car springs showing their age. He was about to step in, when Kurt's tiny hands grabbed at his leather jacket. He managed to gather a bundle of leather between his fingers and pulled lightly, forcing Puck to stop.

"Quinn explained what really happened."

Puck looked down at the fingers with disdain. "And what? You came here to apologize?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Yes, I did." When Kurt saw Puck's eyes soften a little, he sighed. "And if you stopped being a jerk and let me apologize, we can get this humiliating moment over with." He let go of Puck's jacket and stepped back, wanting to give the boy a bit more room.

Puck's features softened visibly, and he straightened his posture, so that he was towering over Kurt's tiny frame. With a nod of his head, he urged Kurt to continue.

Kurt closed his eyes in preperation, and Puck couldn't help but roll his eyes at the young man's melodramatic actions.

"Okay..." Kurt started, his eyelids fluttering open. "I am sorry. As...honourable as your intentions were for helping me, I acted like an ass. And I am sorry." He waved his arms out in front of him, finishing.

Puck bit his bottom lip as he looked Kurt over. "Forgiven." Was all he said, before turning back to his car.

"And I'll understand if you don't want to help me."

"I'll still help." Puck rotated his head to Kurt, who looked more than a lttle surprise.

Kurt's jaw opened and shut, trying to think of something to say. "But...why?" He stuttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'll be ruining your reputation. The whole school will turn against you."

Puck merely shrugged his shoulders in a devil may care gesture. "I finish what I started. It's not the Puckerman's style to pussy out." He grinned foolishly at Kurt.

"All to help me..." Kurt mused under his breath.

The grin vanished from Puck's face, replaced by a cold frown. "I'm not doing this for you." He said curtly. Leaving Kurt to his thoughts, he slid into his car and slammed the door shut.

Kurt was about to turn around and leave, when the tinted drivers window rolled down, and Puck waved his hand through.

"Are you getting in or not?" When Kurt didn't answer, Puck let out an impatient grunt. "We need to plan this thing out, right? So get in and we'll go to my house." With a flick of the wrists, the chevy roared to life and Puck's window rolled back up.

Kurt made his way around the car and threw his bag into the open window. When he got in the car, he noticed Puck fiddling with the CD player, finally settling on a track. A soft Blues melody drifted through the car.

"So...back to your place, huh?" Kurt said suggestively, trying to make a joke out of the situation.

Puck threw him a cold glance, but Kurt could see a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Don't get any ideas." He said shortly, before he pulled the car out of the parking lot.

XXXX

A couple of hours had passed before Kurt had realized how long they had been planning. Well, HE had been planning. Puck's attention was currently on his TV screen, fingers moving in a blur over the game controller he held.

Lurt threw the notebook he had been writing in aside, and waved one hand in front of Puck's face. As if coming out of a coma, Puck's eyes cleared, and he tilted his head towards Kurt, his eyebrows arched. "What?" He asked innocently, his thumb pressing the pause button on the controller.

"Now do I have your attention?" Kurt snapped, sighing when Puck's attention drew back to the game.

"Dude, it's Mario. I'm almost at level ten," Puck replied, blankly. His thimb pressed down onto a button, making Mario jump over a box.

"I'm so excited for you," Kurt whispered sarcastically. Though if Puck had noticed the hint of sarcasm in his voice, he didn't give any indication.

Puck repeatedly pressed a button on the controller, his tongue sticking out from his lips in concentration, and Kurt knew that he had lost Puck's attention all over again.

Letting out a sigh of aggravation, he reached over and snatched the controller from Puck's hand, with one swift motion. He whipped it against the wall, and it crashed onto the teens unmade bed.

Puck's face contorted in anger and he leaned over from his sitting position, curling his hand into a fist. He gave Kurt a punch in the arm, making Kurt yell out.

"What the hell was that for!" Kurt screamed, scrambling up from his position on the floor, until he was a safe distance away from Puck.

"Don't ever touch my stuff, dude!" Puck jumped up and ran over to his bed, snatching his controller. He held it against him, his fingers tightening possesively. He turned back to the TV, but by the time he had regained himself, Mario was already being attacked.

"Great," he sighed, dropping the controller onto the floor. "Now I have to start over."

"My heart bleeds for you." Kurt regretted saying anything when Puck towered over him, his face red with anger. "Okay, I'm sorry!" He said quickly, holding his hands up in front of him in defense.

Puck was abuot to respond, when his bedroom door opened, and small head of black hair peeked in.

"Noah?" The little girl's voice was soft and gentle. She popped her body into the room.

Puck's eyes tore away from Kurt, and his fists unclenched. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Hey, Naomi," he said softly in return. He knelt down so that he was closer to the girls height. "What're you doing in here?" He asked, his voce so tender, that it took Kurt by surprise.

"Are you two fighting like mommy and George?" Tears welled up in the girls eyes, and she rubbed at them with her knuckles, reddening them more.

Puck's smile faltered, and he held out a hand to pull Naomi closer, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame. She tucked her head into his shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay," Puck whispered, running one hand down her back, the other hand clutching at the back of her head. "We weren't fighting." He twisted his head towards Kurt, while trying not to move his sister, and Kurt saw that Naomi's water filled eyes were locked onto him.

Taking a loud gulp, he nodded in confirmation.

Naomi sniffled and pushed away from her brother. Puck smiled and ran his thumb along her cheek, catching a stray tear.

"Now, how about you go get ready and I'll take you along when I drop Kurt off. We'll go get some ice cream on the way back, alright?" When Naomi visibly brightened at this, he pushed her gently. Naomi took off out of the room, a slight spring in her step.

Kurt stood, speechless, until the door closed, and Puck turned back to him, his eyes avoiding any contact. He instead placed his gaze on the floor and shuffled his feet along a pile of laundry and magazines.

"So.." Kurt started, licking his lips. "That was your sister?"

Puck let out a small chuckle, meant for himself. "Yeah."

"Who is George?" Kurt knew he shuldn't have asked, but something inside him was itching to know.

All humour erased from Puck's demeanour, and he waved his hand dismissively. "He's my mom's new boyfriend. She met him on some Jewish dating sight."

"And they fight?"

"What couple doesn't?" Puck snorted.

Kurt shrugged, realizing he was right. After all, when he was with Sam, they fought almost everyday. And Puck and Quinn. Well, that could have started a whole new world war. He actually sometimes wondered to himself why they kept going back to one another.

"Love is war," Kurt thought aloud, earning a confused glance from Puck.

"Nevermind," he hastily replied.

Puck shrugged and reached over to grab his jacket. He swung it over his muscular frame and nodded towards the door, eyebrows raising in question.

"You coming?" Without waiting for a response, he headed out of the bedroom, and Kurt could hear his boots making heavy thuds as he made his way downstairs.

Taking one more look around the room, Kurt pushed himself out of the room and followed Puck down the stairs, into the foyer.

Naomi was already there, tugging at Puck's jacket, one hand halway stuffed into her mouth. Puck bent over and grabbed the little girl around the waist, heaving her up onto his shoulders effortlessly.

Kurt felt a small smile spread across his lips, and he cleared his throat.

"Can Kurt come for ice cream?" Naomi inquired, hitting her brothers shaved head with her free hand.

"Uh, I should probably get gome. I have a lot of...homework to do." He threw a pointed glance to Puck, who nodded his understanding.

"Yeah," he quickly agreed. "Besides, Naomi, you have enough barbies to play with." He winked at Kurt, who huffed in annoyance.

"Grow up," he whispered.

Puck dug his car keys out of his pants, while still trying to keep a hold of Naomi. "Let's go."

By the time they had gotten to Kurt's house, Naomi had managed to tell Kurt every backstory of her barbie dolls. All the while, Puck kept his eyes on the road, tapping the steering wheel to an song in his head.

As Kurt slid out of the car, he said goodbye to Naomi, then looked at Puck.

"So, see you tomorrow?"

Puck took a deep breath. Then he threw a lopsided grin to Kurt.

"You bet, lover."