Disclaimer: Disclaimers make me sad. They make me think about how I will never own Glee. And then depression settles in. And then I have to make Kurt and Puck do dispicable things together to make me happy. So the disclaimer can suck it when it doesn't like Puckurt sexytime later on!

A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review for the first chapter! They make my tummy all fluttery! Anyway, here's chapter two, I hope you like it! I didn't think I was going to update so soon, but I couldn't stop myself. I'm gonna try to hold out longer next time! Lol

Enjoy!

It's late and I'm feeling so tired.
Having trouble sleeping
This constant compromise between thinking and breathing
Could it be I'm suffering because I'll never give in?

"Trouble Sleeping" by Corinne Bailey Rae

Noah Puckerman's upstairs bedroom was a fixer upper. That being said, it wasn't anything to sneeze at. He had a comfortable double bed on the wall beside the door that he was currently laying on, a dresser in the corner and a decently sized closet. His TV stand held a 20 inch screen with an X-box next to it. He knew he had a lot of things that others didn't have. He also knew he took advantage of that. He took advantage of a lot of things. Things that were important to him…

The baby. That's what was important to Puck. He knew that Quinn wanted to put her up for adoption, but he wanted to be there when she was born. He had to convince her to let him. It was the most important thing for him right now.

Puck could distinctly remember the day his dad had walked out. He had been 10 – a prime age to begin having daddy issues for the rest of your life – and when he had come home from school, his mom was asleep on the couch with a half empty bottle of Jose Cuervo next to her and a red, splotchy face.

His father hadn't even said goodbye. Not to him, not to his mother, and not to his sister – not that she remembered, being only 3 years old at the time. Instead, he'd left a note. The note hadn't held anything comforting, or fatherly; it barely held anything. It was cold and heartless like his worthless dad had been. Puck had the note memorized because he'd read it so much as a kid.

I'm done with this. Don't wait up.

For a while, Puck was convinced that it was a joke. Surely his father, his daddy, couldn't have left? But a day went by, a week, months passing before he finally came to terms with the fact that his dad wasn't coming back.

It had messed him up bad. He went from being a pretty decent kid in school to the ultimate asshole. Yeah, he knew he was a jerk. But he'd rather be a first class jerk with incredible guns then ever get attached to someone and risk being hurt like he was when his father left.

Puck didn't want his daughter growing up and thinking that her father was anything like his had been. But as far as he could see, he was in a hopeless situation. Quinn was already set on giving the baby up and as of right now, she didn't want anything to do with the baby in the future, and she definitely didn't want him to be involved. The way she saw it, he was just some punk who had gotten her pregnant.

And sure, he would be lying if he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Quinn. She was a high maintenance, pain in the ass. Albeit, a hot pain in the ass, but a pain in the ass nonetheless.

But he would do it.

He would put a ring on that finger, get a job, and learn to love the life he had, because – and he would never admit this out loud for fear of losing his man card – he was already head-over-heels in love with that baby girl inside Quinn Fabray's stomach.

At that moment, Puck knew that he would do anything to have even a tiny part in his daughter's life, even if that meant following her stupid rules about being a better person.

Suddenly, the jock's thoughts took a more violent turn. That queer Kurt Hummel. Hummel was already making it extremely difficult to keep that promise. Throwing slushies was for popular people only, who did that tiny geek think he was, dropping a grape one all over his lap? And where had he gotten the nerve? This was the loser who got thrown in dumpsters every day, and never fought back. He may have always crawled out with a more superior look on his face than he had before being thrown in the trash, but Hummel knew it was his place to be picked on by the jocks.

Puck was pissed off that this loser thought he was cool enough to dump a slushie on The Man of McKinley High. But more than that, he was totally weirded out. It just wasn't right for people, especially Hummel, to strike back. Come on, the dude was practically a girl. If he had been a girl, Puck might have found the 'Don't Mess With Me Cause I'm a Bitch' attitude fucking hot. And he would have promptly banged the shit out of said girl.

Immediately, Puck wanted to kick his own ass. His mind started screaming at him.

'Dude, what the fuck, Hummel has a dick! The word 'hot' should never be associated with a dick, unless you're talkin' about Puck Jr.!'

Good fucking Lord, he was not gay, or anywhere near it. He liked boobs. No, scratch that, he loved boobs. He'd banged every girl at school and gotten one pregnant for Christ's sake. And his mind just needed to shut the fuck up, because he did not need to convince himself that he was straight, or whatever the hell his brain was doing right now.

Because Puck was busy fighting with himself in his head, he didn't hear the light footsteps coming towards his room and he didn't have time to wipe off the pained and angry look on his face before Quinn quietly opened the door.

He jumped when he heard her soft voice, "Hey Noah, you're mom said that dinner will be ready in five."

Puck didn't waste time in lashing out at her, "Good God, woman, don't you know how to knock? I could have been jacking off or something."

Oh God. You just mentioned jacking off in front of the girl who's carrying your child after you were thinking about the gayest faggot ever to walk the halls of McKinley. Something is definitely fucking wrong with you.

A confused look fluttered across Quinn's face as she took in the mangled expression on Puck's face. What could be making him so uncomfortable?

"Noah…" She walked over and sat lightly on the side of his bed, "Is there something wrong?" At this, she placed a delicate hand on top of Puck's. He reacted like she'd punched him and jerked his hand back and away from Quinn. He hadn't meant to do it. He was just jumpy. He felt like he actually had been caught in the act of masturbating… to Hummel.

Oh God.

Quinn abruptly stood up and crossed her arms, in full on hormonal bitch mode.

"Look, Puck. I'm living here because it's your responsibility as the biological father of this baby to help me. But that does not mean that I have to put up with your crap!" She turned to storm out of the room, but Puck stopped her, his emotions flipped upside down. He had one thing that he really wanted to talk about.

"Quinn?" Even to himself, he sounded like a broken child. "What are we gonna do about our baby?" Puck felt like a prick the moment he said it. Quinn's face slammed shut and suddenly held no emotion. She turned back around so she stood, facing him, in the door frame.

"You know what I'm going to do with my baby," she growled.

"What do you mean, your baby?" Puck was suddenly pissed off again and he didn't feel bad anymore. Here he was doing everything he possibly could to help Quinn and the baby. He had let her stay at his house. He was even working a part time job at a grocery store to raise money to pay for doctor bills. That baby was definitely his, too. "Quinn, that baby is ours. You can't expect me to not have an opinion about what happens to her!"

Quinn's hard face cracked and Puck could see silent tears running down her it. She was basically whispering when she spoke next, "Yes. I can. Please, Puck, just back off."

At that, she turned and walked away, leaving the door open.

Puck couldn't decide whether he felt pity towards Quinn for what she was going through right now or anger because she didn't care that he was also going through this same situation. He cared about this baby just as much as she did, if not more.

Frustrated, he brought his hand to his mohawk and pulled at the hair, as was his habit when he was upset. He needed a say in this chapter of his life. He'd never forgive himself if he just let that baby girl pass him by.

Since his mind was so jumbled up with thoughts, he didn't notice when they turned right back to the one subject he didn't want to think about. It was imperceptible. One second he was thinking of his baby – Beth, he'd like to name her if he ever had the chance – and the next his thoughts were on none other than Kurt Hummel. Puck was still pissed as hell that Hummel'd intentionally dropped a slushie in his lap, but he couldn't bring himself to hate Kurt with the conviction he'd held earlier. This baby was changing everything about him, from his actions to his thoughts. And if thinking about Hummel in an almost nice way was going to be the outcome, he wasn't sure he liked it.

Why? Why are you still thinking of Hummel?

Puck determined in that instant that he definitely needed to get laid. It had been at least two weeks since he'd gotten up that red Cheerios skirt of Santana's. Maybe that's why his brain was going soft. He was a stud, he thrived off of sex.

Sex with women.

Because he was not gay.

Or thinking of Kurt Hummel right now.

Puck quickly pulled out his phone and texted Santana – Hey baby, what kinda panties are you wearing? – because he didn't want to think about how that last one was a lie.

Puck didn't even have it in him to look menacing at all the losers that were passing him in the halls that morning at school. He'd been up way too late thinking and not being satisfied with Santana's sexts. He'd been too distracted to focus on what she was even saying, and couldn't remember anything that he'd said back. (Even though he hadn't gotten off, he was convinced that Santana had. Distracted or not, Puck knew how to make a woman happy.) All that distraction and disappointment had led to a fucking tired Noah Puckerman. So instead of going to his first period class, he decided that his time would be better spent sleeping in the nurse's office.

"Hey Mrs. Freeman, I have a really bad headache, do you think it'd be alright if I stay in here for a while?" He turned on his studly charm for the older lady as he walked through the door to the nurse's office. Of course, he had a long standing relationship with the nurse and she was fully aware that he wasn't actually sick. Puck knew that she let him get away with it because he was so damn hot. He had that effect on older women. Even ones as old as Freeman.

It came as no surprise to Puck when the woman replied, "Sure sweetie, do you need some Tylenol?" Puck shook his head no with a smile on his face and took his place on the paper-covered bed. He really needed this nap. Maybe it would clear his head and he would finally stop thinking about Hummel. He closed his eyes…

When they opened, it was because he was screaming "What the FUCK!" He sat bolt upright and was faced with a horrified looking Mrs. Freeman.

He muttered a quick "Sorry, Mrs. F," and before he knew it, he ran out the door.

He had not just had a dream about Hummel.

Okay, so he had and it freaked the shit out of him. Kurt had been dancing to that Beyonce song – Single Women or some shit like that… but he hadn't been covered up by football pads in the dream. He was wearing some of those skinny pants that he always paraded around in. The ones that showed off his hot ass. Not that he'd ever noticed that, until that fucking dream.

And he didn't think that Hummel had a hot ass. His brain was just fucking with him because he was sleep deprived. He was sure as hell not going back to sleep though, at least not while he was at school. He didn't want anyone to know Hummel was anywhere near his dreams...

Puck spent the rest of the day actually trying to pay attention in his classes. He had no clue what the teachers were talking about. Microorganisms and the square root of pi were not things that the stud was going to need in his life, so he could never bring himself to worry about them. He just really needed something to distract him from dwelling on that fucking dream.

Wow, you know you've reached an all time low when you're trying to distract yourself with your damn school work instead of from it.

He was really dreading going to Glee that afternoon because that meant he'd have to be near to that queer. The one that wouldn't leave his thoughts alone. A part of him was still contemplating beating the hell out of the little punk for the slushie stunt he pulled yesterday, but all the other parts were screaming at him to stay away because of the way his mind seemed to be spazzing out recently. He didn't trust himself to stop before he killed the fag for making the Puckster have thoughts that were even remotely gay.

Puck totally wasn't ready when the final bell rang. He felt like he'd rather get tackled by 300 pound linemen all afternoon than have to face Hummel. But he didn't have football practice and he didn't want to skip Glee and give Quinn a reason to think he was irresponsible.

He drug his feet as walked down the hall to the music room, going as slow as he possibly could. He didn't care about being late. But eventually, and this came way too soon, he reached the room and took a deep breath, running his hand through his mohawk before stepping through the door frame.

"Nice of you to join us, Puck" Mr. Schuester said as the jock walked into the room with his best 'fuck-off' expression on his face. He took the seat farthest away from everyone else and looked up at the ceiling, trying – but failing – to ignore Mr. Schue.

"Now, as I was saying," Puck earned a pointed look from the teacher before he kept speaking, "I have a new assignment that I'm going to give you all tomorrow during class. I don't want to give too much away right now because I want it to be a surprise."

Puck was beginning to hear some of Mr. Schue's words slurred. Totally against his will, he was starting to doze off. Damn that fucking dream to Hell. He was so tired. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stay awake, but he had to try.

Schue kept talking, "I know that up until now, we've basically done only group songs, but I wanna try something a little different." To Puck's tired ears, he could tell that Schue sounded really excited about what he was about to give the kids. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes fully, let alone act even a little bit excited. It'd probably be something lame anyway.

"Um, Will?" Even Puck had to look up when he heard the tiny voice of the school counselor, Miss Pillsbury. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" It was no secret that the red head had been lusting over the Glee club sponsor for a long time. And the way that Mr. Schuester was looking at her right then, he obviously had the hots for her too.

"Yeah! I mean, of course Emma." Schue said as Puck was thinking how totally whipped the teacher looked right now. "I'll be right back guys. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, please."

The moment he was gone, Puck shut his eyes again. He couldn't help it, his eyelids were too heavy to ignore. He could hear chairs moving and what sounded like the girls laughing and moving around. He wasn't surprised when he heard singing next. Going in and out of consciousness, he couldn't really place what song it was, but he thought that the voice behind the song sounded like… the black chick… He couldn't even remember her name, that's how tired he was.

Come here, rude boy, boy; can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy; is you big enough?
Take it, take it baby, baby
Take it, take it; love me, love me.

Puck heard the lyrics repeated and then Black Chick kept singing until she got back around to the chorus.

Come here, rude boy, boy; can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy; is you big enough?
Take it, take it baby, baby
Take it, take it; love me, love me

But suddenly, Black Chick's voice wasn't Black Chick's anymore. Someone else had taken over. Half conscious Puck couldn't tell which girl it was, but he really liked her voice. A lot.

Tonight I'ma give it to you harder
Tonight I'ma turn your body out
Relax; let me do it how I wanna
If you got it I need it and I'ma put it down

Damn, Puck was starting to get a little turned on. This song was sexy and so was the voice of whoever was singing it.

Buckle up; I'ma give it to you stronger
Hands up; we could go a little longer
Tonight I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby

Do you like it?
Boy, I want, want, want what you want, want, want
Give it to me, baby like boom, boom, boom
What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want
Nah nah-ah

Semi-conscious Puck was really disappointed when Black Chick took over and started singing the chorus again. But a sleepy smile stretched across his face when the sexy voice started back up.

I like the way you touch me there
I like the way you pull my hair

Puck was definitely into that kind of stuff.

Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no

His kinda woman…

I like when you tell me 'kiss you there'
I like when you tell me 'move it there'
So giddy-up; time to get it up.

Puck was definitely feeling 'up' at this point in time.

You say you a rude boy: show me what you got now
Come here right now

Take it, take it, baby, baby, take it, take it, love me, love me

Puck was completely hard by the time Black Chick started singing the chorus again. Whoever's voice that was… Well, fucking wow. He was gonna need a major jerk off session when he got home and took a shower.

The song eventually came to an end and Puck heard someone enter the room, clapping. He heard Mr. Schue's voice, but his eyes stayed shut.

"Very good job, but I'm not sure that song was entirely appropriate for school. Nice singing by the way, Kurt. I really liked it."

Puck's eyes snapped open immediately. No fucking way Schue just said Kurt. His mind was playing tricks on him again. There was just no fucking way that the sexy voice from before had come from Hummel.

But when he looked to the front of the room at the group of girls… he realized, to his horror, there was also one guy standing with them. One guy who had a distinctly feminine voice that had, seconds ago, made Puck's dick hard.

Fuck my life.

And of course, everyone else went on talking like Puck hadn't just been punched in the fucking chest with the fact that he had actually gotten hard from a dude. He was flipping out.

Mercedes – Puck could remember her name now that he was fully awake and adrenaline was pulsing through his veins – was talking to Mr. Schuester.

"We were just having a little fun, Mr. Schue. We'll try to keep things a little more appropriate next time, won't we girls?" All the girls and Kurt laughed and then Kurt laced his arm through his best friend's.

It was all Puck could do not to run out of the music room without a backwards glance and drive home going 90. He was wide awake now and sitting with his arms crossed in what he hoped was a casual way over his crotch so nobody could see a bulge. The jock felt like everyone was staring at him, even though most people, himself included, were staring at the group of girls plus Hummel at the front. He was glad when Mr. Schuester started to speak, guaranteeing that the guys would be looking at him instead of at Puck.

"So what was I talking about before I left? Oh yeah, the new project! Well, let's just say, it's going to be very fun. And the Hat of Fate will be involved, so be ready! I don't really have much else to say for today, and I think I can safely say we got in enough singing," he smiled as he looked at the girls and Kurt still gathered around the piano.

"I guess if no one has anything they want to add, we can call it a day?"

Nothing had ever sounded so good to Puck. He wanted nothing more than to leave so he could stop unwillingly staring at Kurt fucking Hummel.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, guys. Have a good day," Mr. Schue finally dismissed them and Puck was the first to stand up and get out of the room. He stopped once he got out the door. A few people passed him – Tina, Artie, Matt and Mike – before the person he was looking for came out.

"Hey, ready for a little Puck time?" He asked the Hispanic Cheerio as she walked past him. Puck had never felt so desperate and needed to bang a chick before he went totally crazy. Santana was just the girl he needed.

A flattered smile spread across her face. She secretly loved getting attention from Puck and being with him was always the best part of her day.

"Sure, baby, but are you sure you can handle this?" She playfully retorted back.

"I've always been able to in the past, haven't I? I think I can take it."

Just shut the fuck up and agree to sleep with me already. Puck was still completely freaking out about the Hummel incident and needed to take his mind off of it.

Finally, Santana agreed to go home with him. No one would be home and he could do anything he wanted to the girl's body to make her scream his name. That's all he needed. He just needed a good fuck and his mind would be back to normal. No more dreams, no more Hummel.

As they walked out the school doors and were heading to Puck's car, the jock took an opportunity to stare at Santana's butt that was peeking out beneath a red Cheerios skirt. She had a nice ass. Puck made himself think about running his hands over it and pulling her onto him. He also forced himself to think about how delicious she would taste if he went down on her. But it all sounded scripted to him.

And however long he stared at Santana's ass, Puck could not shake the unconscious thought in the back of his mind that kept telling him how much sexier than Santana's a certain ass had been while dancing around to Beyonce in a certain fucking dream.

Oh God.

A/N: The song sung by Kurt and the rest of the girls was 'Rude Boy' by Rihanna. I love making Kurt sing sexy songs because he is sexy and he deserves it, damn it!