Author Note: due to astonishing amounts of reviews, I have decided to continue this story! Thank you to all my reviewers, who are The Bomb Diggity. I'll keep my author notes short so you don't have to scroll through pages and pages and pages of packing peanuts to get to the present inside [: Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I represent the actors Mark Salling, Chris Colfer or Amber Riley.

Kurt managed to drag Mercedes around half of the mall and pile her with bags of clothing before she put her foot down. "Kurt, please. You know that I know something's going on between you and Puck. And my feet hurt! Can we stop now?" Mercedes said, folding her arms.

Kurt bit his lip and nodded slowly, leading the way to the food court. Once they were settled down with their lunch – Mercedes with a burger and fries, Kurt with a salad and a non-fat soy latte – he began to tell her what went on that morning outside the school.

"...And then he called me by my name! Not Hummel, not fag or queer or whatever else they can usually come up with. Did you hear him? He called me Kurt," Kurt sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Mercedes took a sip from her cola, her brows furrowed as she thought. "Maybe it isn't that big of a deal, y'know? So he called you Kurt. Don't you have like, five classes together?" she said, tilting her cup to point at him with her straw. "Four, actually," Kurt grumbled, pouting. "Four, five, whatever! You're also both in Glee, you're both on the football team, you live with his best friend and you're friends with Quinn. Maybe he's just trying to let you know that he's gotten over it, and seen you for the person you really are, rather than just your reputation," Mercedes finished.

Kurt shrugged, leaning his elbows on the table and propping his chin up with his hand. "But... It just seemed like something was different. Like there was more than just 'I tolerate you now'," he murmured, drawing circles in a patch of water on the table. Mercedes smirked at him. He blinked back. "What?" he asked, touching his face.

She laughed. "Oh, nothing. You know, just you totally mooning over Noah Puckerman like he's the best thing since sliced bread. Kurt! I never knew your type was pretty jocks," she joked, nudging his knee with hers under the table. Kurt blushed furiously. "Cedes! Don't say things like that," he hissed, looking around to make sure no one heard her. His eyes drifted over a group of people, then snapped back, widening. Mercedes lifted an eyebrow and followed his line of sight. "Oh no," she whispered, getting up from the table.

Kurt scrambled to get his things, his breathing picking up. "Hey, fag! Look what we have here for you," Karofsky yelled out, wiggling his slushy cup in the air menacingly. "T-they wouldn't, not in a shopping mall, would they?" Kurt stuttered, nearly falling over his chair in his attempt to back away fast enough.

Mercedes tried to cover him by stepping in front, but she was too late. Kurt's high pitched yelp rang out in the silent food court as the freezing syrup and ice drenched him from three different directions. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly so they'd be protected. "Oh, hell to the na- What?" he heard Mercedes say. Suddenly there were shrieks of panic and Kurt stood there quietly, dripping purple, red and blue all over the floor.

Warm hands braced his trembling shoulders. "Kurt. Kurt?" Puck's familiar voice washed over him. Kurt whined softly, still in shock from the cold. "Hummel, snap out of it," Puck said, shaking him a little. "N-Noah?" Kurt stammered, holding onto Pucks wrists. "Kurt, oh my god, are you okay?" said Mercedes, her hand touching his cheek lightly.

"I... I..." Kurt squeaked, shaking his head. Pucks hands tightened for a second, and then gently started leading him away. "Let's go get you washed up, okay, Kurt?" he said soothingly, one hand shifting to rest on his lower back. Kurt shivered and walked a little closer to Noah, his eyes still shut tightly to avoid the corn syrup.

"He should still have his stuff from school in his bag, so don't worry Kurt, we promise not to endanger your skin and your hair by using gross public restroom soap and paper towels," Mercedes said, trying to lighten the mood. Kurt smiled, searching for her hand. She grabbed it and held on tightly. "Thanks for trying to protect me, Cedes," he whispered, squeezing her fingers. "A girl's got to stick up for her boy," she laughed.

Puck's POV

Hummel keeps licking his lips to get the slushy off of them. I wonder if he's ever actually had a slushy that wasn't thrown in his face. I don't know, but there he goes, licking it off again. He's got nice lips. Much nicer than Santana and Quinn. Theirs are always sticky with gloss or some flavoured crap that tastes weird and gets all over your face. What would Hummel do if I kissed him? Maybe I should- WHOA, Puck, slow down!

Puck blushed a little, avoiding looking at Mercedes questioning face. "You alright there, Puck?" she said, pushing the door open to the girls bathroom. "I'm fine, Aretha. You think a little scuffle like that is going to defeat Puckzilla? Have you seen my guns?" he pulled up his sleeve and flexed his muscles, just in case she hadn't. She snorted and was about to reply, when Kurt stopped still.

"A scuffle? You got into a fight, Noah?" he demanded, turning his head towards him. Puck pulled him over towards the sinks and picked him up, sitting him on the counter. Kurt grabbed his arms reflexively when he was lifted off his feet, then slowly a red blush started to show under the drying remains of the slushy. Puck smirked smugly, turning to Mercedes. "So, Aretha, how do we get this gunk off him?" he asked.

"I have a name, if you didn't know," she said, setting Kurt's back next to the fashionista on the counter. She rifled through it, bringing out a packet of... something and a container of... something else, along with a hair brush, and a tube of... Puck didn't even know. "What is all this?" he said, poking at it.

Mercedes opening the packet and pulled out what looked like a wet tissue. "This is called a moist towelette," she said, shaking it out to show him properly. Puck nodded slowly. "Uh huh..." he said, still confused. She started wiping the slushy off of Kurt's face, starting with his eyes. "You use it to take the slushy off, because it's more hygienic than water and Kurt is very sensitive about what goes on his skin," she explained, showing him how to do it.

Puck nodded, picking up the packet of tissues to read the information on it.

Kurt's POV

Kurt blinked his eyes open when they were clear, and squinted at Mercedes as his eyes were still blurry. "Mercedes! You've returned to me," he joked, smiling when she laughed. "That was terrible, Kurt," she said, still chuckling. At least she could relax now. "You'll have to take off your shirt," Puck interjected, tugging the sleeve of it. Kurt groaned and turned to see the damage in the mirror. "Not the new season Alexander McQueen," he whimpered, inspecting the damage.

Mercedes shrugged and motioned for him to lift his arms up. She slid the shirt up over his head slowly, careful not to let any slushy get in his hair. She laid it on the bench and Kurt hugged himself, shivering a little. "Here," Puck said, shoving a towelette in his face. Kurt took it gratefully and wiped off his chest and neck. "This stuff is so disgusting when it dries," he grumbled.

Kurt glanced in the mirror briefly, blushing when he saw Puck staring at his chest and smirking. "Hummel, Hummel, Hummel. You've been working out," Puck teased. Kurt threw the used towelette at him, blushing harder. "Shut up, Noah! It's from football and dancing," he whined, rifling through his bags and pulling out a shirt. He bit the tags off it and threw them into the trash can, then tugged the shirt on roughly.

Mercedes snickered. "Kurt, you look like you've been through the dryer," she said, handing him his comb. Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and had to grin at the way his hair was all ruffled and sticking up. "I thought I'd try a little Harry Potter chic. It's all the rage these days," he joked, combing it back to how it was.

Kurt and Noah, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N- Oh hell to the naw!

Kurt snuggled into his couch, squished between Puck and the arm rest. Finn had decided that since there were four of them, and Rachel was coming over, that a movie night was in order. Mercedes leaned over from her bean bag and hissed in Kurt's ear, "We're supposed to sit and listen to the Rachel Berry Movie Review Show all night?" Kurt giggled, stifling it on his hand when Rachel glared at him.

Puck shifted a little, pressing into him a little more. Kurt wiggled to free his arm, and Puck sighed, looking at him. "What?" he murmured under his breath. "I've got no room," Kurt whispered back, still wiggling and trying to get comfortable. Puck glanced at the others, and then shrugged, draping his arm around Kurt's shoulders and tugging the small boy to rest against his side.

Kurt blinked. Mercedes was staring at them with her mouth open, and even Rachel had trailed off when she noticed what was going on. "What? I was uncomfortable," Puck snapped, the muscles in his thigh twitching. Kurt blushed and leaned on Puck hesitantly. Noah squeezed his shoulder and Kurt relaxed.

Seeing that Kurt was alright with what Puck was doing, Mercedes turned back to the movie and munched on a handful of popcorn. Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but shut up when she was simultaneously shushed by everyone in the room. She settled back in her chair, pouting.

Kurt glanced up at Puck who was once again focused on the movie, the light playing across his face. He smiled a little and snuggled just a tiny bit more into the jock, content to sit there quietly for the rest of the night.

End notes: So I hope this chapter is up to everyone's expectations! Word count = 1670 words. I've read over it as best as I can, but if you have any suggestions or observations for I Don't Know When then please don't hesitate to review or message about it and I'll do my best to fix it!

Thanks for reading :D