Thanks for the reviews on the first chapter- here's number two and the same rules apply. Minor spoilage from the Theatricality episode.

Chapter 2: Did he hurt you?

The silence that belonged to the halls of McKinley High was soon broken by the delicate thud of Kurt's Alessandro Dell'Acqua tennis shoes. His eyes never broke contact with the floor and he couldn't help but notice how ugly the off white linoleum was. His thoughts still reeled over the previous day's events and he never saw the obstacle that knocked him flat on his back. His books flew out of his hands and he swore at himself under his breath. He was too angry at himself to see the mo-hawked villain standing with his hand held out.

"Didn't mean to knock you down," his hand reached further to help the bruised boy.

"Yeah, I'm sure you didn't," he refused the help and hastily stood up, perfecting his newly rumpled appearance.

"What are you doing early at school anyway? Did you want to make headway on your morning nap in the nurse's office?"

"No, I figured you'd be here. You're always here early to practice," he shuffled uncomfortably and stared at his feet.

"Why is Puckerman's usual bad-ass aura suddenly challenged?" A smirk spread across his pink lips.

"I'm still a bad-ass; don't ever doubt that," his voice became husky and he brought his eyes away from his shoes. Kurt nodded and waited for his next response.

"I just wanted to apologize."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Kurt relished his moment of vulnerability.

"I said I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to upset you so bad."

"I don't know if that's going to cut it," he continued to pick up his books. As soon as he stood up again, Puck had him pressed against a locker. His arms pressed firmly against his sides, so he couldn't run.

"I'm trying to apologize here. I'm not a wimp, so I don't do this often."

Kurt's voice shook slightly, "It doesn't take a wimp to apologize. It takes a man." Kurt could feel his arms flex as though he were thinking with his muscles. Puck drew back one of his hands and Kurt flinched thinking it would return as a fist, but instead felt the hair pushed out of his eyes.

Puck stood up; facing the confused soprano, "You have to admit I was right about something."

Kurt regained his breath, but still looked confused, "And what was that?"

"In order to really express how you feel, you need to be able to get mad."

"Why is that?"

"Because even a dumb jock like me knows that it's what comes from here that's really important," he touched Kurt's chest and felt the intake of breath beneath his hand. Puck shook off the hallmark moment and stepped back into his manly stance.

"I'll see you at Glee practice," he started to walk away, but turned around at the end of the hall, "Remember it's okay to get mad."

Kurt nodded and blushed over the fact that he could still feel where Puck's hand had been a moment before.

The day slowly unraveled until Glee practice rolled around and Kurt felt a pang of nervous tension when he realized that the duets were due today and he and Puck had nothing to sing. Kurt fidgeted trying to think of something to tell Mr. Shue and felt Mercedes tap him on the shoulder.

"Kurt, are you okay? You're fidgeting- I thought you said fidgeting was unattractive," she laughed softly and nudged him on the shoulder.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," his hands dropped neatly folded into his lap as he smiled.

"So what song are you and Puck doing?" She sounded slightly eager for an answer.

"Um… we haven't decided yet."

"What? Why haven't you guys picked one yet? You know they're due today, right?"

"Yeah, but Puck and I had trouble picking one and then Finn kind of kicked him out of the house."

"Wait, white boy- you need to explain."

"Well, Puck…" his words were cut off by Mr. Shue's entrance and Kurt sighed in relief.

"Alright everyone today is Duet day. So who wants to go first?"

Sighs of frustration were heard around the room as Rachel's hand shot into the air while the other pulled Finn up to his feet.

"We will go first!"

Kurt groaned and shot a glare in Rachel's direction, but was met with Puck's shared irritation. Their eyes locked for a moment and Kurt noticed the jock's expression soften before he became lost in his own thoughts once again.

"Kurt! Kurt!" Kurt's eyes snapped forward as he heard Mr. Shue's voice calling his name. Apparently, all the other groups had performed; leaving Kurt and Puck to explain themselves.

"Well, do you guys have something?" Mr. Shue looked slightly impatient, but hopeful.

"No, Mr. Shue we do not," gasps were heard around the room, but none louder than that of Rachel Berry.

"What happened Kurt?"

"We didn't have enough time."

"You guys had a week. What really happened?"

Puck finally stepped in, "We're still perfecting it and you know how Kurt is about making things perfect. He won't let us sing until it's really good, you know?"

Mr. Shue contemplated the answer, but finally gave them another three days to hash something out.

"You guys have until Monday, so that gives you weekend to perfect your song," he eyed them both.

The bell rang and everyone made a beeline for the door, leaving Kurt and Puck alone. As Kurt checked what homework he needed, Puck approached him about when they should practice.

"You can come over again tonight if you want. I'm not sure if Finn will be around."

"I don't know if he'll let that happen."

"Is Mr. big and bad afraid of little Finn?" Kurt laughed at his own joke.

"I'm not afraid of anything, but when Finn gets mad, he can get mean."

"Yeah, I know."

"What do you mean? Has he ever done anything to you?" Puck's tone was laced with an unusual sense of care.

"No, he just got really angry after I redecorated our room and said some really mean things and My dad had to set him straight," Kurt's eyes still watered over the memory of Finn using the F-word to describe him.

"Good, as long as he didn't hurt you."

"What would you care if he did?" Kurt stood facing him and strongly staring him down. Their chests were inches apart and Kurt could feel the breath catching in Puck's throat. Instead of answering, he shrugged and muttered something about seeing him later than night before darting out of the music room.

Sorry about another cliff hanger, but it was getting long and I didn't want it to just keep going. I'm still writing more because I'm on a kick now, so chapter 3 will probably be up soon as well.

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