To Death Do Us Part
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 2

Kurt Hummel was stranded in the large auditorrium with nowhere to hide when the lockdown took place. He quickly worked to close and lock all of the doors to the room, as well as the door that lead to the glee room and the band room attached to the backstage area. Then he hid in the cage that had all of the buttons that worked the lights and other features the stage had.

"OW!" A sharp, angry voice cried out as Kurt's perky, round butt hit the chair behind all of the machinery in the cage, after he locked the gate slightly, slipping the key into his pocket. "Um, already hiding here," The voice said harshly.

Kurt Hummel swore as he jumped to his feet, whirling around to find Santana Lopez sitting there in her tiny little Cheerio's uniform. For any other guy in the school, this would be more than exciting. But, for Kurt, the only openly gay student in the entire school, it was just another torture chamber. And to make matters worse, Rachel Berry-his best friend-wasn't answering his texts, and from the phone calls he'd made to her, she'd turned the phone off. There was no way the phone was dead, because Rachel charged her phone like an addict. She felt a constant desire to make sure it had enough battery for a week before leaving for school each morning.

"What the hell are you doing in the-"

"Hush up, will you? I may hate your being here even more than this crazy, ridiculous lock down drill, but I'd really rather not get caught if it turns out to be for real, alright? Now shut the hell up and stop asking questions that are utterly ridiculous and irrelavent to what's happening around us," She glared at him as her dark eyes darted around the room. "Seriously, I just want to get out of here, like, soon. If I need to deal with more questions about Puckerman, I'll kill somebody," Santana rolled her eyes.

"Why is it okay for you to talk, but not me?" Kurt asked indignantly, his eyes hardening as he studied Santana with her beautiful face and glossy hair. If she wore something other than that stupid cheerleading uniform every day, she'd probably be even more attractive.

"Because I just made sure nobody was around. You locked the doors and the lights are all off. We're in the back, in the dark, in this locked cage. Therefore, unless we are insanely loud, nobody is going to find us. God, you rich Lima brats sicken me. You should all be forced to spend a day in Lima Heights to learn how to survive something serious," She said, leaning against the back of the cage and rolling her eyes.

"And what does Puckerman have to do with you?" He asked in a fierce whisper. This was gossip, and while he may not be the biggest fan of his current company, that didn't mean he couldn't catch up on the latest gossip that was apparently going around school. He'd be the first to know, anyways.

"Well, I'm dating him, aren't I?" She wondered. Kurt shot her a look-the same look that only two girls could flash one another and understand. Yet, Kurt managed to get away with it. "Okay, I'm sleeping with him," She corrected herself with a harsh glare towards him. "There's barely a difference, in my eyes," She explained carelessly with a shrug. "Anyways, since he's being all nice to Berry and defending her and shit-and called things off with me!-people are starting to wonder what the hell is up with him. Especially when he's trying to get the jocks to stop bullying all the Glee kids," Santana explained.

"Wait a second-Puck's being nice to Rachel? And defending her and the other glee kids? When her own boyfriend isn't? And he stopped making bootie calls to you?"Kurt asked, his eyes growing wide in shock. Santana nodded, rolling her eyes at his obvious stupidity. "Do you know what this means?" Kurt asked her. She shook her head, examining her nails as she stared at him blankly. "Puck likes Rachel!" He blurted out.

Santana just stared at him. He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

"You're kidding me, right? You expect me to believe that Noah Puckerman, residential bad ass has a thing for Rachel Berry, the school's good girl who dresses like a librarian?" Santana glared, raising her eyebrows at him in suspicion.

"Are you serious? You don't get it? God, he's only been trying to get her back since they're broke up back in sophomore year, right after he formed Glee. He freaking picked Glee over football so they could stay together! There's got to be some sort of connection there, don't you think?" He wondered.

"The only connection between Berry and Puckleman is a slushy leaving his hands and entering her face. And the fact that they're both Jewish. Other than that, she doesn't mean anything to him. He probably only defends her because they're both Jewish. I mean, they're the only Jews in the entire-except for Jacob..."Santana trailed off, looking up at Kurt. "Hummel, you've got a way of understanding the male mind in ways girls could only dream of. I envy you for that." Santana told him, a look of admiration filling her face as she lifted her chin at him.

"Well, I do happen to be a guy," Kurt mumbled.

"You're a fake dude," Santana shrugged. Kurt nodded his agreement, knowing there was no real way to respond to that. "Anyways, I can't believe I got dumped for her. God, this is a little ridiculous here...and they haven't even had sex! Seriously? The bitch much be one hell of a kisser if Puck left me for her," Santana said thoughtfully, but her thoughts were cut off my another loud speaker on the announcements.

"The lockdown drill is over. The school is clear and safe-please begin an orderly evacuation as you leave your safe rooms. School will be dismissed for the rest of the day," That same cool, emotionless voice filled the rooms.

"Damn, this day just gets better and better," Santana said sarcastically.

"At least we get out of school," Kurt said, leaning across the gate of the cage and squirming his arm so that he could unlock the door, shoving it open and walking out, away from the latino beauty and exiting the dark, slightly spooky looking theater to enter the flooding hallways.

"KURT!" Kurt turned around his as a tiny little brunette crashed into him, wrapped in a large letterman jacket that she was practically drowning in. Kurt wrapped his arms around his best friend in the entire world and rested his chin on her head as he looked up at the strong football player that was standing behind the girl, watching the reunion with a slightly amused, very small smile on his face as he watched the girl.

"Noah was so smart about the whole thing! He knew exactly what to do in order to keep us both safe and he-"Rachel began to explain quickly as she broke from the hug, but stopped when another football player entered the picture, resting his arm over the girl's shoulders and pulling her close to him, kissing the top of her head as she was forced to cuddle into his side. Puck sighed, lowering his head as he slowly shook it. Finn Hudson had entered the picture and was beginning to play that part of the concerned, jealous boyfriend, which he obviously wasn't.

"Babe, are you okay? Why are you in Puckerman's jacket?" Finn frowned, feigning confusion as he studied his girlfriend who quickly shrugged out of the other boy's jacket, automatically handing it back to him.

"I was just cold when Noah and I were hiding during the-"

"You mean you were with him and Kurt? Well, that was nice of Puck, to protect my brother and my girl while I was busy trying to keep the team calm and make sure there wasn't any terribly panic going on in the cafeteria. I was going to come after you, you know, that right? But Azimio started to flip out and get all nervous, and I figured I wouldn't be a very good captain if I left him there without anybody to-"He began but Rachel lifted a hand and cut him off.

"It's alright, Finn, I understan, you were just doing what you had to for your team. That comes first, I get it." She responded with a sigh. It was clear she was annoyed and knew this was a lie, but it was also clear that she loved him and cared for him too much to call him out on it. "But, no, I wasn't with Kurt. I just met up with him now. Noah and I were alone in the choir room, hiding out in a practice room during the lockdown." She explained, lowering her gaze and doing her absolute best to not look at Puck or add anything else to the conversation about his bravery.

"You were alone with him? Well, I hope nothing happened-I mean, I know how he is when it comes to dark places with hot girls," Finn teased. Rachel forced out a laugh and allowed herself to be wrapped in Finn's arm as he took her away from Kurt and Puck, leading her down the hallway and towards the exit.

"I hope something did happen in that room," Kurt said, turning around to face Puck as soon as his step-brother and his best friend were gone. "Please, tell me that something really did happen," He said.

"Nothing happened," Puck muttered. "Finn's my best friend and Rachel's his girl. I already did that to him once, and I'm not a shitty enough friend to do it more than that," Puck shrugged, shaking the thoughts of Rachel off as he started to walk away from the small boy next to him.

"No matter how much you wanted to do it?" Kurt wondered, suddenly standing right besides Puck as they walked down the halls.

"How the hell do you know about how I feel about her?" Puck asked, his eyes growing wide for a moment as he panicked. Nobody knew that he was into Rachel, except for Artie Abrams-his best friend besides Finn. And Artie wouldn't tell anybody about his feelings, because Artie wasn't like that. He kept Puck's secrets. So, that meant he had to have been obvious about his feelings, and that concerned him. Because if Kurt knew, it meant Rachel would soon know, as well as Finn. And, unlike their fight of Quinn, Puck would fight back for Rachel, because he wanted her. Man, he wanted her.

"It wasn't hard to figure out," Kurt shrugged. Puck groaned. "You're not obvious. You've just made a few errors in hiding it. Chasing after her? Not a good way to hid that you love her. Breaking it off with Santana, protecting Rachel, trying to defend the glee kids? It was all a little too soon and not at all subtle. But, I'm probably the only one who could figure it out without you telling them. Well, and Santana, but she's too embarrassed to tell people," Kurt shrugged.

"Santana freaking knows?" Puck asked as they exited the school. "Shit, I'm screwed-wait, what do you mean she's-you're sure she's not-she really won't-I can't have her..."Puck cut himself off countless times and then trailed off as he started walking towards his truck.

"Yes, Santana knows. No, you are not screwed. She'd embarrassed to think that you'd break up with her because you'd rather be with Rachel, especially since you haven't even slept with Rachel. I'm positive that she's not going to tell anybody. She really won't repeat that to anybody, because, as I said, she finds it humiliating. So don't worry about her telling people-your secret is safe with her. And were you planning on finishing any of those sentences?" Kurt wondered, raising his eyebrows as he studied the strong, tall football player who had a crush on his best friend.

"Are you trying to help me, in some sort of sick and twisted way?" Puck asked. Kurt shrugged, a sheepish look on his face that showed no matter how indifferent he tried to act, he most definitely wanted Puck and Rachel together. "Why? Finn's you're step brother. And he's the school's golden boy. Why wouldn't you want your best friend with somebody so amazing and perfect," Puck asked sarcastically, hating himself for speaking the words aloud.

"Because he's a dick to her and he treats her like shit," Kurt shrugged.

"It doesn't really matter what you want. It doesn't matter what I want either. If Finn knows I want her, he's just going to hold onto her that much harder. If I just let him break her heart, well, I'll step in and be her shoulder to cry on." Puck shrugged. Kurt gave him a disbelieving look. "I love her," He said as he climbed into his truck and drove away.