Ok, so I got some good reviews - I guess people liked it! So I've got another chapter for you… but I really don't know how long this is going to be.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own glee. I wish I owned Harry Shum. :L

Kurt had spent the best part of three days worrying about where his phone had gotten to. Mike hadn't been much help either. Just saying 'It'll be fine' and 'Don't worry' Wasn't helping him to stop worrying. If that phone got into the wrong hands - well, he didn't want to think about it.

"Hummel!" He heard a familiar voice shout across the choir room. It was Puck, hand outstretched, holding something small, blue and very very familiar. His phone. Kurt tried so hard not to show on his face what he was thinking as Puck walked forward and handed his phone back to him.

"I found it in the parking lot - It's yours isn't it?" Puck said. Nothing showed on his face and Kurt began to think that it was ok. He'd found it, and given it back to him, and didn't know what was on it. But it's better to be safe than sorry, eh?

"You didn't… You didn't read it did you?" Kurt asked cautiously.

"Who do you think I am Hummel? Of course I didn't go through your fucking phone!" Kurt sighed in relief. Until Puck did something really strange - He walked back towards Quinn, swinging his hips, turned back towards Kurt and winked. Winked?

"What the hell was that about?" Mike asked coming up behind his secret lover.

"Not a clue. But he found my phone!"

"You don't think…"

"What?"

"Nothing." Mike smiled as he walked over to hid best friend Matt. He liked Kurt - but he wasn't ready to admit to everyone he was gay just yet. He saw how Kurt got treated. Mike didn't want to be different - that's the only reason he joined the football team.

Puck heard the doorbell ring, and went downstairs to answer it. It was Mike.

"Urr hi? What are you doing here Mike?" He asked, confused as to why the shy, quiet kid was at his house. And also very turned on after reading the text he sent Kurt.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow your history textbook - I left mine at school and I know you never revise…" The boy said, laughing.

"Oh yeah, ok - come on upstairs, I'll get it for you." The two teenagers climbed the stairs and went into Puck's room. Mike sat on the bed, while Puck went looking for his textbook.

"I know it's here somewhere - Oh here it is…" Puck trailed off as he saw the look Mike had on his face. "Everything ok dude?"

"Did you look on Kurt's phone?" The boy blurted out, before he could stop himself. Puck knew his face gave him away.

"Well… I mean, I…" Mike lunged forward and grabbed Puck by the throat, pushing him against the wall.

"If you tell anyone, I swear…" It was in this moment Mike realised what he was doing and let go of Puck's neck looking first confused, then frightened. "I… I'm sorry - I didn't mean to… I just… I…"

"Shhh," Puck whispered, putting his index finger to the shy boy's lips.

"What are you…" Mike tried to say against Puck's finger, "Noah…" Puck leaned forward, and placed his lips gently on the other boys. Mike tried to pull away, but Puck kept him pressed tightly against himself. Mike realised there was no moving and sank into the kiss, a moan escaping from his lips. Puck pulled back and smiled.

"Don't worry… I won't tell," He said. Mike ran from his room, feeling confused, angry and so, so alone.