Kurt mentally cursed himself when he bumped into a broad chest as he ran out of one classroom to go to the next. He braced himself for the full load of curses and accusations for his recklessness, but nothing came.
He finally looked up into the face of the most popular guy in school and was completely speechless.
"Wow there, Hummel," Puck spoke, "Watch where you're going."
The fact there wasn't one bit of anger in his tone confused Kurt more than anything.
"Can we talk?"
The question made Kurt flee in the other direction. He hadn't counted on Puck following him.
"What could we possibly have to talk about, Puck?"
"I don't know," Puck shrugged, keeping in step with the boy, "Just...Stuff."
"Stuff," Kurt parroted,, "As if any of my stuff would interest you."
And yeah, that sentence had so much innuendo, it wasn't even funny.
He hoped that Puck was too dumb to pick up on it, but unfortunately, he wasn't.
He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Kurt regret immediately that he had even glanced at the boy.
"You never know, Hummel."
"Oh, please," Kurt scoffed again, "I know you're a bigotted Neanderthal. What in Gaga's name could we have in common? And I'm not talking about our dicks here."
That was followed by complete and utter silence on Puck's part.
"I thought so." Kurt said and hurried away.
This time, Puck didn't follow.
-..-
Puck sighed as he took a seat on the bleachers next to his best girl friend Rachel.
Ok, they were quite the unlikely pair, but their friendship worked.
"Tell me that I still have it in me."
"Have what in you exactly?" Rachel asked with a frown.
"My flirting skills."
Rachel laughed, "Oh believe me, you still have them in you. Since your break up with Quinn, all the other girls are already planning on how to seduce you into their beds."
Puck smirked at that, "Really?"
"Yes Noah, tell me what you're really here for. Or was it just for an ego boost?"
Puck shook his head, "No, it's not that. I just needed to know because... I just got kind of rejected..."
Rachel perked up and looked at him in shock, "By who?"
"By Hummel." Puck muttered.
Rachel blinked, "What? I didn't quite hear you correctly. I thought you said, 'by Hummel'."
Puck looked down for a minute then back at his best friend.
"I did."
"You tried to flirt with Kurt Hummel?"
Puck held up his hands in a shushing manner.
"Quiet down, Rach." he quickly looked around to see if someone could have heard her."Don't scream like that. Besides, it wasn't really flirting."
"Then what was it?"
"I don't know," Puck shrugged, "I just want to get to know the guy."
"Now?" Rachel asked incredulously. "Now you want to get to know him? It's our last year in this school, couldn't you have gotten to know him sooner?"
"I guess..."
Rachel turned fully to her friend and poked a finger into his chest.
"Noah Puckerman, if this is some kind of prank, I swear to all that is Holey, I will kill you."
Puck tried to hide his flinch as he took Rachel's finger and gently kissed it.
"It's not a prank, Rach. I promise."
Rachel looked into Puck's eyes for a few minutes. When he gave her his puppy-eyes, she snorted and pulled her hand back.
"Alright. I believe you. But I mean what I said. If I find out that this-"
"Yeah, yeah," Puck interrupted her and took her hand back in his own, "Will you help me?"
There were those puppy-eyes again... She really needed to find a way to get immune to them.
"Fine," she sighed, "I'll help you."
Puck smiled and kissed the back of her hand, getting a smile back in return.
What she didn't know was that his heart rate had sped up by ten miles a minute.
If she found out that this was all for a bet, she really was gonna come after him to hurt him.
What the hell had he gotten himself into?