2.

Kurt had a little more pep to his step once Monday morning came along. His mood wasn't particularly good or anything. In fact, it wasn't very good at all. He just didn't want to get himself killed.

He knew Santana was looking for him. Everyone had said that the girl had been asking around for him all day. They said she wanted to talk. And Kurt knew why. He knew that she wanted to 'talk' about the party on Friday night. The one where he almost lost his virginity to her boyfriend.

Nothing had happened, or at least that's what Kurt kept telling himself. Puck had been pressuring him to have sex, and Kurt almost gave in a couple of times. But every time, he stopped the jock. Kurt wasn't ready for sex yet, no matter how much he wanted to do it with Puck.

So he just gave the boy a little rub and tug. That was completely innocent right? Nothing actually happened. It was just like what Kurt was sure Puck did on his own all the time. There was no way to define using your hands as sex. And therefore, Kurt hadn't actually done anything with another girl's boyfriend.

And even though Puck put his number in Kurt's phone, and told, no demanded Kurt to call him soon, Kurt said that he hadn't done anything wrong.

He would never do anything with another girl's boyfriend. Especially not one who would kill him if she found out.

That had been what Kurt kept telling himself for the past two days. Mercedes knew something had been up because she kept prying for answers. Answers that Kurt wouldn't give to her, and she knew that.

Whenever she asked about what he had been doing upstairs for so long, all he said was that he had gotten lost, which was believable. Kurt had been to Rachel's house once or twice, but he had never gone exploring. Plus, he was drunk. It was completely plausible that he couldn't find the bathroom.

But Mercedes knew him too well, so after a while, he just avoided the topic all together, and she stopped bringing it up. She would figure it out eventually though, Kurt was sure of that.

So for the time being, the only concern that Kurt had was to keep clear of Santana all day. If she never saw him, then she couldn't 'talk' all over his face and body. And by 'talk', he meant beat… as is she was going to beat him into the floor when she saw him.

Kurt turned the corner down the hall towards his locker, and his heart sunk. He swore he could feel an aneurism coming on from all the stress that his body was feeling all of the sudden. He wanted to run and hide somewhere in a dark corner, but before he even had the chance to pivot and go back in the direction he had come from, Santana spotted him.

"HEY! DICK BREATH! COME HERE!" Santana hollered from where she stood in front of Puck, clearly berating the boy for all to see.

Kurt looked around as if he didn't know who she was talking to, and tried to act like he didn't know she was coming straight his way, as he continued on to his locker.

Once he got there and opened it up, Santana shoved it closed with an ear splitting crash. The piercing clang of metal hitting metal made Kurt's eardrums pop.

"I know you heard me call your name," Santana said, her eyebrows drawn up in what Kurt assumed was the expectation of an acceptable explanation of why he had seemingly ignored her.

"I didn't know who you were-"

"Bull. Shit. You're the only guy in this hallway who willingly gets on their knees in front of other dudes," Santana put rather sharply.

Kurt was a little insulted by her remarks, but they didn't cut too deeply. Over the months, Kurt had come to accept that Santana was inexplicably cruel to everyone she came across, with the exception of her best friend Brittany. So, while her scathing words were terrible and borderline criminal, Kurt knew that she didn't hold any personal vendetta against him. Especially not after the whole thing with helping him in the restroom.

"Sorry," Kurt quickly offered, trying his best not to let his appearance of superiority falter anymore than it already had.

"Yeah, yeah. I need to talk to you," Santana said, her voice no longer raised to an unnecessary volume.

"Okay," Kurt replied, about to reopen his locker.

Santana stopped him and pulled him in the direction of the nearest empty classroom. Kurt's heart began to beat out of his chest. He could feel the sweat beading at the top of his forehead, causing his hair to stick to it. It was coming, and Kurt wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop it.

Once they were in the room, Santana closed the door and walked over to a desk, sitting atop it. Kurt just stood there, waiting for the girl to fly across the room at him and pull his head off of his shoulders.

"What's the matter with-"

"I didn't do mean to do it! I swear! I was drunk, and it was a bad decision and it won't happen again! I promise! Just don't hurt me!" Kurt pleaded.

Santana just sat there with her mouth slightly agape, and tilted her head a bit to the left. Then, narrowing her eyes, she hopped off the desk and sauntered over to where Kurt was standing. Well, he was more vibrating with fear than standing.

"What the hell are you talking about, Gay?"

Kurt took a moment to look Santana in the eye and saw nothing but murder. He didn't like this game she was playing; trying to make him say it. He knew he was wrong and he knew she knew what he did.

"You know, at the party-"

"Were you the one who put my bra in the garbage disposal?"

Kurt looked up at Santana for a second with a confused look on his face. Her bra? What the hell was she talking about? Kurt didn't know anything about her bra going down the sink.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Save it, Homo Show. You already fessed up to it now," Santana cut in.

Kurt didn't know what was going on, but it seemed like she didn't know what he thought she knew, so he wasn't going to educate her anymore than he almost just had. He went along with it.

"So, is that what you wanted?" Kurt questioned. "Look, Santana I'm sorry, it was a mistake."

"Damn right it was a mistake. That was my favorite bra, Hummel!"

"I'll buy you a new one."

"I know you will, and it better make my boobs look just as good as that one did," Santana said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Right, well… I guess if that's all…" Kurt drawled, trying to leave the room as soon as possible.

"No. No, it's not," Santana admitted.

Sighing in defeat, Kurt stopped walking and looked back at the girl.

"Okay, then. What can I help you with?"

Santana took a seat on another desk that was closer the where Kurt was standing and crossed her arms.

"When you left to go pee, did you see Puck?"

Kurt gulped a bit.

"No, why?"

"Because he went up like right after you did, and I just assumed he was going to pee, too; but then some girl followed up a few minutes after, and then came back down right before he did. I thought you might have seen something."

"No, I didn't see anything other than the inside of the bathroom walls," Kurt lied.

Nodding her head, Santana stood up again and walked over to the door.

"Okay, well thanks. Someone had to have seen something. And when I find out that slut's name, I'm gonna take a knife to her clitoris," Santana declared in an ironically gentle manner.

"How do you know anything happened? Maybe they just happened to be going to the same spot at the same time," Kurt asked, hoping to deter the girl form doing any further investigating and discovering that it was him who Puck was with.

"It's Puck," Santana laughed. "I know he cheats on me all the time. I like it that way; gives me a reason to knock these bitches around some."

"But doesn't it hurt your feelings?" Kurt questioned, a little confused as to why Santana would put herself through so much pain knowingly.

She shrugged. "Nahh. I'm only with him for superficial reasons. High school is like a kingdom, Gay, and if you're not royalty, you get stepped on. Puck's pretty close to the top, and so if I'm with him, so am I."

"But, you're a cheerio. You don't need him to be popular," Kurt pointed out.

"No, but I'm greedy," Santana said with an evil smile on her face before she turned around and made her way out the door.


Puck watched as Santana left the classroom and blew her a kiss. She just rolled her eyes and stormed off in the opposite direction, probably to go find Brittany in the cafeteria. Then, Puck watched as Kurt came out shortly after, and he blew another kiss at the boy.

Kurt looked in his direction and Puck saw the blush start creeping its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. Then he nodded in a motion for the smaller boy to come over to him.

Kurt started making his way over, albeit slowly since he appeared to be looking around to make sure no one was in the hallway with them. Puck just watched the way Kurt walked, gazing hungrily at the way his pants hugged his thighs so tightly. Puck had a short list of things that could turn him on, but legs were at the top. He just loved to imagine a girl with a great pair of legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her time and time again.

Puck was a talker. Not sporadic comments. Nothing came flying out of his mouth during sex that he didn't want to say, he was always in total control. Sex was the one thing that Puck could say that he had mastered. And he was proud of that.

After a few more seconds, Kurt had finally approached Puck, and stood in front of the boy, his posture showing his uncertainty.

"What's up, babe?" Puck said, the sex oozing from his voice in drones. He saw the way Kurt's knees buckled a bit when he said it, and he couldn't help but envision Kurt's knees giving out as he begged for Puck to fuck him harder.

Puck liked begging. It made him feel even manlier than he already was, if that was at all possible. Especially when he had gotten Santana to do it.

That had been a day that Puck would never forget.

Kurt shook his head a bit and looked Puck dead in the eye.

"It can't happen again," Kurt said with all the strength Puck could intelligently guess the boy was able to put behind his voice. It wasn't much, and Puck knew it wouldn't take much to break him.

"I haven't been able to get the way your hands felt out of my mind all weekend, Babe," Puck pretty much moaned as he leaned forward to take hold of Kurt's hand. Then, slowly, he brought the boy's small palm to the fly of his jeans and rubbed himself through the fabric.

Snatching his hand away with an even more crimson tint to his face than before, Kurt straightened up and quickly scanned the hall.

"Stop! If someone sees then we're dead!"

"Then let me take you to my truck and fuck you so I can get it out of my system, Babe," Puck mock pleaded, sounding as desperate as he possibly could. "I need you so much."

Kurt was doing his best to ignore Puck, and so the jock slowly, but forcefully pushed the boy into an empty classroom, pinned the boy up against the wall and loomed over him. He leaned in so close that his lips were just mere centimeters away from Kurt's.

"We can't… do this," Kurt whispered. "You have a girlfriend. You're straight."

Puck took Kurt's hand and resumed his earlier motions, but this time he stuck Kurt's hand inside of his pants instead, letting out a low growl as he moved the small, delicate hand over his growing erection. Puck hadn't remembered the last time he felt a hand so soft, or this hot. Maybe it was the fact that Kurt was trying to say no, even though Puck knew better, that was making things so damn sexy for him. Maybe it was having to work for it. No girl ever really made Puck work much.

"Then just do what you did last time for me, Babe. I need you to do this for me just this one time I swear," Puck lied. He knew this wasn't going to be the only time this happened. It was already the second.

Kurt bit his lip, and Puck could tell that he was giving in.

"Okay. But this is the last time, Noah," Kurt stated, his voice as firm as he could get it to be.

"Say my name again, Babe," Puck moaned as he slowly rocked into Kurt's touch.


The rest of the day was horrible for Kurt. He hadn't been able to concentrate on anything for more than a couple of minutes before his mind raced right back to the same thing.

Puck.

The boy had been clouding Kurt's thoughts for some time now, but nothing as extensive as this. It used to be the occasional fantasy, or staring at the boy as he strutted down the halls. Kurt had been able to pick out every single physical characteristic of Puck he had watched the boy so much. Kurt had everything down to the way Puck's hips would sway slightly as he walked. And the way he would lick his lips before he kissed Santana, probably making the contact of their lips that much sweeter. Kurt even knew the type of underwear the boy wore by watching as his shirt rode up when he would stretch.

Puck wore Calvin Klein briefs… when he wore anything.

But now, it was different. Because instead of fantasizing about what it would be like to touch that body, Kurt knew. And now all of the thoughts about how wonderful it would feel, they were replaced with memories of how much more than wonderful it had felt.

Mercedes threw a carrot stick at Kurt and hit him in the side of the head. She was only eating fruits, vegetables, and nuts for the next week as a kick start to some new training regimen that she had chosen to dive head first into, even after Kurt telling her that she was being ridiculous and looked perfect the way she was.

But the way Mercedes put it, she 'didn't want to get skinny, just in better shape.'

The girl was going to try out for the cheerios and knew that if she was going to even stand a chance that she was going to have to be fitter. Kurt only gave up trying to stop her because he knew that Mercedes was confident in her body and would only lose weight if she wanted to.

And he may have also looked up her trainer to check for legitimacy.

"Kurt, you have been staring into space forever. What the hell are you not telling me?"

"It's nothing, Mercedes. I don't-"

"Does it have to do with Puck?"

Kurt felt his heart rate pick up at the question.

"What? Why would you say that? There's nothing going on-"

"I heard Santana going around today asking if anyone saw some girl go upstairs with Puck and what her name was," Mercedes explained.

"What does that have to do with me?" Kurt asked, slightly nervous that Mercedes was on to him even just the tiniest amount.

"Well, you were upstairs. Do you know what happened?"

Suddenly the whole ordeal came flashing back to him in a big rush. He could see Puck's face as it softened in pleasure ad he bit his lip. He could feel the weight of Puck's member as he ran his hand up and down the length. He could hear the soft moans coming from Puck's mouth as he gently bucked his hips into Kurt's grip.

"KURT!"

The blue eyed boy jumped at being yelled at.

"What? What?"

"You did see didn't you?! Why don't you just tell her so she can fly off the handle? I'd love to see that bitch go crazy," Mercedes said with a laugh. "Who was it?"

Kurt was at a loss for a second. He didn't know what to say, and so he just blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"She was blonde. I don't know who she was but she definitely had blonde hair."

Mercedes' jaw almost hit the floor.

"Quinn?!"

"No! I didn't say that! No!" Kurt pleaded with his best friend. But once Mercedes had a thought in her head it was almost impossible to get it out.

Until she told everyone about the thought of course.

And then, once everyone knew, Santana caught wind of it.

Now, most people got the wrong impression about Santana. One encounter with the Latina and people automatically assumed that she was just some bitch with no feelings. But they were misled.

Santana was a bitch. She was the biggest bitch in the entire school to be exact. But she had feelings; plenty of them, and emotions too. The thing about her was that she didn't feel the need to go around showcasing it to the entire world when she felt a little fat, or when she felt like Brittany would never really be able to grasp that Santana was hopelessly in love with her.

Because she was.

Santana had fallen in love with Brittany the moment she had met the girl. It had been in the seventh grade when Santana was transferred to a new middle school after having been kicked out of her previous one for kicking a boy in his testicles, so hard in fact, that he had needed surgery to have them moved back to their rightful spot.

He had called her something, but Santana didn't remember what the name was for any longer than it took for her foot to collide with his balls.

So, on her first day at the new school, Santana had been sat beside this blonde girl in her Spanish class, (back then nobody believed that she was Hispanic, despite the fact that her name was freaking Santana Lopez and insisted that she take Spanish as her foreign language rather than French), and the girl had been struggling to finish her worksheet.

Actually, to be more accurate, Brittany had been drawing a very elaborate picture of Jesus on her paper, which caught Santana's eye, so she leaned over and asked what Brittany was doing. Brittany had said that she didn't know that there were "so many Jesuses" and that she 'didn't know why everyone was waiting so long for him to come a second time when clearly he had already arrived in Mexico.'

Taking her worksheet and answering the questions for her, Santana was smitten.

But, Santana would never tell anyone that story, because she wasn't an emotional train wreck like the rest of the people around her. She didn't share her feelings like they were front page news. It wasn't anyone else's business how she was feeling, and that's how she kept it.

Unless she was mad. Then everyone knew.

"Quinn Fabray get your bony, white ass over here right fucking now!" Santana screamed at the top of her lungs.

Quinn spun around, a look of boredom on her face as she did. The last time she had checked, her and Santana had been on good terms. They were never really 'friends' but the two were able to get along well enough… most of the time. They had to be able to if they were going to be on the cheerio squad together.

But, as usual, the girl had found something to pick a fight with Quinn over.

"What is it, Santana?" Quinn sighed shifting her weight to her left foot. A little known fact about Quinn was that she was in fact left handed. No one ever knew because, being in the cheerios, everyone had to be in sync. And since most people were right handed, Quin had to be as well.

But Quinn threw punches from her left side.

"One dick not good enough for you? You need mine too?" Santana spat as she stood mere inches away from the blonde.

"Well I think we all knew you would come clean at some point, Santana," Quinn said sarcastically.

The entire hallway went dead after hearing that. Everyone knew how dangerous it was to comment on Santana's sexuality.

"I'm gonna let that slide, bitch, because I wanna hear you admit to sleeping with my boyfriend before I shove my foot up your ass," the Latina seethed.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Santana. I would never sleep with that loser you call your boyfriend. Though I'm sure half the girls in this school have. It's not news that he cheats on you… constantly."

Santana didn't say another word. All she did was pull her arm back with the intent of punching Quinn square in the nose. Santana hated the girl's nose. Everyone was always commenting on how perfect it was. All Santana saw was a fucking nose, but if everyone else thought it was so perfect, then she was anxious to see just how perfect they thought it was while it was being pushed into the girl's brain.

As she drew back though, Santana felt someone grab her elbow and prevent her from throwing the punch. She snapped her head around in anger to see Puck standing behind her, snaking his free arm around her waist and urging her away from the other girl.

She immediately began fighting him, kicking and elbowing at him, doing her best to get him to let her go, but he just ignored everything she threw at him. That was something that Santana hated about Puck; that he was so damn strong. She could never get him to move, or let go of her when she was trying to kick some deserving bitch's ass. He always just herded her away like she was some child.

It made her furious.

"Puck! Let go of me so I can rip that girl's eyeballs from her fucking head!"

Puck kept gently pushing Santana in the direction of his truck until he had the girl pinned up beside the door.

"Calm down, Babe. Whatever Quinn did can't have been that serious," Puck soothed as he ran a hand through Santana's hair. She had left her hair down today, even though Coach Sylvester insisted that her cheerios have their hair tied up at all times.

"Wanna bet, Noah?" she shot back with venom behind his name.

"I hate when you all me that, Santana," Puck complained.

Shaking out of his grasp, Santana rolled her eyes as she dug in his pocket for his keys and hit the button to unlock the doors.

Climbing in, but leaving her legs out, she threw the keys back and slapped him across the face.

"I don't care what the fuck you hate, Noah." He let out an irritated sigh as she went on. "I hate when you fuck all of these other girls behind my back like I'm just some dumb bitch. I hate that, NOAH!"

"What are you talking about, Babe. I haven't had sex since me and you went on that date last week," Puck half lied. It was true that he hadn't had sex with anyone. But that didn't mean that he wasn't doing anything sexual.

"You think I'm stupid?" Santana asked, her rage leaving her a bit.

"No, of course not. You're the smartest girl I know, Babe," Puck said, leaning in to place a soft kiss into the crook of Santana's neck.

Santana tried half heartedly to push the boy off.

"Get off," she moaned.

"And you're the prettiest, and the sexiest, and the most bad ass-est," Puck said in between kisses, only shortly before pushing the girl all the way in the truck and climbing over top if her, pulling the door closed with his foot.


Puck had heard what everyone was saying; that he had slept with Quinn at the party on Friday. At first, he was going to deny it, but then what would the point have been. People were going to talk, and there was no way Puck was going to be able to intimidate everyone who had something on their mind. So he just handled a few losers for the time being and then ignored everyone else, shooting a glare or two their way.

That hadn't been the first thing on his mind anyway. The main thing that had been flitting its way through Puck's brain all day had been a certain pale skinned, blue eyed boy with a body that Puck wanted to fuck into his mattress.

When he had seen the boy before lunch, just before everything about him and Quinn had started, Puck just couldn't help himself. Kurt was wearing a pair of jeans that had caught Puck's eye and just wouldn't let it go. It was like the boy was just begging to be taken in the middle of the hallway. So he called him over, knowing full well that he would come.

It was a relief that he could get the boy to do whatever he wanted after having to wait so long to get his attention. It had never taken Puck so long to catch a girl's eye before. But then, if he thought about it, he guessed that Kurt had taken notice all along.

He could remember the boy asking why Puck never spoke to him in the bedroom that Puck took him into. So, maybe Puck just hadn't noticed. It was good to know that his tricks weren't losing their effect though, and eventually Puck swore that he would bend the boy over and give him what he didn't even know he wanted.

"Dude, I swear you're like always thinking now," Finn said as the two boys sat in the park, Puck smoking some of the best weed he had ever had in his life. He had offered Finn some as well, like he always did, but the boy declined. He would never get high with Puck. Something about his mother being able to sense marijuana.

Puck knew that was total bullshit, because he was high at least seventy-five percent of the time he spent over Finn's house.

"Maybe you just don't think enough, dude," Puck said in an extremely serene voice. Smoking was one of his favorite things to do because it relaxed him so much. Whenever Puck was stressed, or needed to get something out of his head, he smoked. Or had sex, whichever was the easiest at the moment.

"So… is it true?"

"Is what true, Hudson?"

Finn turned to face him, and Puck let out a long sigh. He could feel a long 'talk' coming on.

"Did you really have sex with Quinn at the party?" Finn asked, sounding like he was afraid to hear the answer.

"Why do you care?" was Puck's response. He knew that Finn was cheating on Rachel with Quinn, but Finn didn't know he knew. The extremely tall teen thought that he was being secretive about it, but secretive to Finn was pretty much like putting up signs to tell the world. Puck was surprised more people didn't know by now, especially Rachel herself.

"I… I don't," Finn said, obviously lying. "But you know Santana's gonna totally cut your balls off in your sleep, Dude."

Puck shrugged. "She knows I sleep around. She couldn't care less as long as I don't throw it in her face. She's only with me cause she has to be," Puck explained.

"Huh?" Finn asked, a confused look on his face, causing Puck to groan with agitation. He hated having to explain things to his best friend.

"She doesn't love me. She just wants me so no one else can have me."

"Then why don't you leave her?"

Puck shrugged again as he took one last go at his blunt before tossing it into the lake. He didn't know why he was still with Santana. It wasn't like they didn't enjoy each other. The sex was always great. But there was nothing more there.

Puck guessed it was a type of win-win situation. Santana only wanted him so that no one else could have him. And he only stayed with Santana so that other girls would want him, and subsequently, have sex with him. Not that they wouldn't should he ever break up with Santana.

He was Puck for Christ's sake. Girls would want him no matter what he did. But girls weren't what Puck was after at the moment. He hadn't been after girls for a while now.

It had all started about a few months ago. Puck had been going into the girl's locker room to meet up with some girl to fuck, but when he got around to the lockers, he stopped.

There had been this girl changing from her gym clothes and all Puck was able to do was stare. He stood there just watching for a couple of minutes as the girl removed her uniform, and proceeded to open the locker.

Puck just stood back and all but drooled over her as she moved about, putting lotion on her legs, and then stepping into her tight little jeans. Puck would never forget the way those jeans hugged her ass.

And then, she turned around just enough for Puck to see her face, and she wasn't a she at all. She was Kurt Hummel, and at first, Puck was kind of tried to deny that he had been looking at Kurt change, and left to find the girl he had gone to meet in the first place.

But the entire time they were having sex, Puck had been thinking about Kurt. He even turned her around so that she was facing the other way. That was when he knew he wanted Kurt. And like any girl in the school, if Puck wanted him, he would have him.

"… and I just don't feel like it. I mean, Burt seems nice and all, but I'm just not comfortable with him staying in my room?"

"What?" Puck asked, having started listening to Finn only mid sentence.

"You know, Burt Hummel. He's dating my mom," Finn explained.

"Like Kurt Hummel's dad? When did that happen?"

"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying, Dude?"

Puck rolled his eyes and sat up a bit.

"No. Not really," he admitted without hesitating.

"Burt and my mom met at some PTA thing, and they started dating, and they're getting really serious so my mom said I should have Kurt over this weekend so we could get to know each other better. But… everyone knows he's gay," Finn explained for the second time.

"So? What does that mean?" Puck asked with an agitated tone to his voice.

Finn, not knowing what he said wrong shrugged a bit awkwardly.

"I don't want him trying anything with me while I'm asleep," the quarterback admitted.

Puck immediately punched Finn in the arm with all of the strength he was able to conjure up in his inebriated state.

"Shut up you idiot," Puck reprimanded. He wasn't about to go around defending homosexuality to the world, but there was an agenda in his head. "He's not gonna jack you off in your sleep."

Images of earlier on in the day ran through Puck's mind.

"So… I should invite him?" Finn questioned uncertainly.

"Yeah, and I'll come too," Puck insisted. If Kurt was going to stay the night at Finn's house, then Puck was going to be there too. And he was going to make sure to bring some more of those wine coolers that Kurt seemed to like so much at the party as well.

Before you jump to conclusions, no, Puck wasn't going to rape anyone. He was just going to loosen Kurt up a bit, making it easier to convince the boy to just bend over and take it. And it wasn't like Kurt wouldn't enjoy it.

Everyone enjoyed their time with Puck.

Picking up his phone, Puck texted Santana, as well as some girl named Joanne, telling them that he couldn't make it on Friday because he was going to be busy.

And hopefully, he would.

Just had to move this down here. It was bothering me.

Thoughts? I wanted to let this sit until tomorrow night, but i couldn't. And this is coming to you witht he help of KissingYouGoodByee! Oh i feel like she is going to be so much help! Thanks!