So Im starting over from this point on. Things will be happening a bit differently, and people will be a bit more tame. Sexually that is LOL. And Puck's still gonna be an ass!


Chapter 3.

"You're lying!"

Kurt had absolutely no clue what was going on. One minute he was asleep, and the next Blaine was raving on that he was cheating. Kurt of all people? Cheating? Not a very likely scenario. Especially since Blaine seemed to be the only other guy who was into guys in the whole city, possibly even the whole world as far as Kurt was concerned.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" Kurt tried not to sound guilty, because as far as he knew, there was no reason for him to feel guilty. But it is always hard to prevent one's self from sounding guilty, when trying not to sound guilty.

Blaine couldn't believe that Kurt was being so persistent, especially when the proof was right in font of him. He wanted to take the phone and slam it in Kurt's face, but that would be so very out of Blaine's comfort zone. He was never the type to get into so much as an argument. But that didn't mean he never wanted to. And right now, civility gave way to want, as Blaine was seconds away from smashing the lamp on Kurt's bed side table.

Finally, Blaine decided he had had enough. He didn't like this whole back and forth thing. It was stupid, a waste of time. There were so many other things Blaine could be doing right now. So, without even so much as a word, Blaine got his jacket and walked calmly out of Kurt's room, and right out the front door.

Kurt would have been crying by now, but he wasn't really aware enough of what had just occurred to be upset by it. It had all happened so fast, so suddenly. Blaine was never so fired up, and never so quick to jump to conclusions. There had to be a reason, especially at one o'clock in the morning.

Kurt looked over at his phone on the end table. There was a text message from Blake open. Kurt picked it up and read it.

'Kurt your bf is spending the night at my house, just wanted to let you know so you didn't think anything weird'

Kurt let his phone fall to the floor. He knew exactly who Blake was talking about: Puck. Apparently he still hadn't told her that he wasn't dating Kurt…which struck Kurt as weird, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that. The important issue here was explaining things to Blaine, and possibly being killed by Puck for telling. But he had to make sure Blaine didn't think he was cheating. That type of thing just wasn't in Kurt's blood. He could never cheat, at least not on Blaine, not when he was that perfect.

He would have called Blaine right then, but he figured the wound was still fresh. It would be better to wait until Monday to speak to him about it. When he was better able to keep his composure.

At around six in the morning, Puck woke up in Blake's bed. He looked down at himself. Save a shirt, he was fully dressed. That was both a positive and a negative in Puck's mind. Positive because if he had been naked, that would have meant that he screwed Blake and forgot about it. That wasn't going to be something Puck wanted to forget, he knew that. But it was negative because it meant that, even though he was in her bed, he still hadn't fucked her. That was embarrassing.

Then he looked over at her, she was a totally different story. She merely had on a bra and an old band tee. She lay on her stomach and her ass looked simply delicious as he dragged his eyes over her almost naked body. He would have stared a little longer if someone hadn't barged in the room.

"Blake, Dad wants yo-"

Puck hopped up out of her bed. Despite having been with dozens of girls, he had never fallen asleep at their houses, so being caught had never been a factor in his fooling around. This was a first for him.

The person just gawked at Puck in shock for a few seconds before belting out his warning. "YOU BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

Puck wasn't so much scared as he was surprised. No one had ever yelled at him with such bravery before. It took him back. And it woke Blake up.

She jumped up out of her bed with a slight scream, but seemed to calm down when she noticed the man standing in the door. She smiled and threw her hair back.

"David calm down. He's gay."

Gay.

The word was beginning to become all too familiar to Puck. He himself didn't even use the word very often. He usually went for 'homo' or 'princess'. Maybe even the rare 'fag.' But only when he was mad.

The man, David, as Puck had gathered, calmed down. It was almost as if he was on fire, and the word gay was the water that was able to put him out.

"Oh, okay then." He eyed Puck, still suspicious. "Dad said get up and get dressed so we can go to this Breakfast with the governor…" He turned to look at Puck. "And you might want to get him out of here."

The next thing Puck knew, he was being pushed through the hall, down the stairs, and out the back door of the house. He turned back to Blake, who was still in her underwear.

"All this and I didn't even get a kiss?" He said, obviously flirting, even though at this point, it didn't seem to matter what he did. Blake wasn't responding to him. He might as well havebeen gay. But he still had to try.

Blake smiled, and rolled her eyes. "I'll see you in school."

The next two days flew by for everyone. And Monday was now here. Kurt walked into the building, still wondering about how he could talk to Blaine, and Blake as well. She needed to know the truth.

He walked to his locker, but stopped dead in his tracks. There was Puck, leaning right up against his locker. Kurt didn't have the energy, nor the patience to deal with him right now. Puck was messing things up in so many ways right now. He just needed to go. Somewhere. Anywhere. Just away from Kurt.

Puck saw Kurt and smiled. Not in his usual jackass, flirty way. Just a friendly smile. Kurt didn't know if he should be concerned or just plain afraid. He could remember the last time Puck had just smiled to smile. Probably because he never did, not to Kurt anyway. But, for some reason, Puck smiled.

He didn't even know himself why he did it. It wasn't like he was in a particularly good mood or anything, after having endured a long weekend without any action. If anything, he should have been throwing Kurt back in the dumpster like old times. But that wasn't happening. No, instead, Puck was smiling.

So... he just went along with it.

Kurt gathered up all his might and approached his locker, trying to ignore Puck's presence. But Puck wasn't having that. No girls ignored Puck. And in his book, Kurt was grouped right in that category. So he put his hand on Kurt's waist and pulled him into a tight embrace. Maybe there was something in Puck's head that was just a little bit gay. Just a little, though. Not even enough to pick up on.

Kurt sighed. 'Here we go again.' He thought.

"Noah, release me." Kurt demanded.

Puck was planning on letting go, but he hated being told what to do. So he turned up the pressure. He pulled Kurt even closer in, his lower back rubbing on Puck's crotch.

He leaned over and whispered into Kurt's ear. "How was your weekend, Princess?"

Kurt was feeling weak. Puck's voice was like sex in his ear. He could feel the vibrations of every word, the pulsations of his voice hammering into Kurt's body, causing him to shiver, and his face to flush red. All of this before he even realized the name he was being addressed by. But by then, he was far too delirious to complain, so he didn't even try.

If he could have thought straight at that point, he would have told Puck to leave him alone. After the way he had treated him on Friday, the last thing Kurt should have been doing was speaking with this boy, let alone sinking back into his embrace the way he involuntarily was. But right now, Kurt wasn't thinking straight. No, no. He was thinking with his penis. And his penis said, 'Go with it.'

Kurt would never admit to it, but having Puck treat him in the manner he so blatantly did the lot of the female population at McKinley was a fantasy of his. Ever since Puck had first stopped throwing him in dumpsters and what not.

Kurt stuttered as he spoke, but he answered. "Okay."

As Kurt began to lean back into Puck's strong embrace, Blaine walked into the building. He was on a mission to find Kurt as soon as he woke up that morning. He had known, after thinking it over, that no matter how odd the situation could turn out to be, Kurt wouldn't be cheating on him. And he owed his boyfriend and apology.

But, as he walked down the halls, looking for Kurt, his initial suspicions all came rushing back, and he nearly dropped his books at the sight of his boyfriend, his boyfriend, being cradled by Puck of all people. That just added insult to injury.

Trying to keep his composure, but ultimately failing, Blaine rushed over the the two, all but fuming at the ears.

"Good morning, Kurt. Puck." He spit out Puck's name like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "How are you?"

Immediately, Kurt was the one to shove Puck away this time, sending the jock crashing into the exact same spot he had hit just a few days ago.

"Blaine! No, It's not what it looks like!"

Rolling his eyes at the overtly cliche' remark, Blaine began to walk away, shaking his head in disbelief. But he was stopped when Kurt grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Please let me explain," the boy pleaded. When Blaine turned around with his brows in an upward position, Kurt realized that he was meant to go on. So he did.

Gesturing to Puck, Kurt sighed. "He came up behind me and grabbed me. I didn't want him to do it... but..." Kurt turned to look at Puck with a truly confused expression on his face. "...but... he always does..."

Blaine's eyes grew to comical proportions as Puck finally threw his two sense in. "Hey, you weren't complaining, Princess. You know you like having these guns wrapped around you." And of course this was followed by Puck flexing his arms.

And normally, that would have elicited a retort of some kind from Kurt, but at the moment, he was a bit confused. Just why was Puck always touching him? He couldn't think of anything, but he tried his hardest, and it showed on his face. A face that was mistaken by Blaine.

"No, you certainly were not complaining... Princess."

Snapping back to reality, Kurt tore his eyes away from Puck and placed them back on a slightly angry, mostly hurt looking Blaine. A Blaine who had just called him 'Princess.'

Princess?

"NO! No, it's not like that! He's just being an idiot. It's Puck. He's always being an idiot. Please just..."

Blaine shook his head no and put his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

"I'll... I'll call you later, Kurt," he said as he turned to walk away.

Kurt wanted to say something, but he didn't. He just didn't know what there was that he could say. That would make any difference that is. He could say Puck was just an asshole, but everyone knew that. He could say that he didn't care about Puck. He could reiterate that it wasn't what it looked like. But nothing would matter. He looked as guilty as a dog caught going through the garbage. And, if he was completely honest, he was guilty. Even more so than he would like to admit.

The hugs he allowed, the thoughts he had, and the kiss. The kiss last week that had brought time to a stand still. The kiss that he had reciprocated. Kurt was cheating on Blaine, even if not in reality. At least not yet. And he had to stop before it got too serious.

Turning to face Puck, who had remained all too quiet this entire time, he began to speak. "Thanks, Puc..."

When he laid his eyes on the football player, he wasn't met with the smug gaze he was expecting. There was no arrogance, or anger, or malice, nothing that Kurt ordinarily associated with Puck's face, on his face.

Puck stood there, his eyes towards the floor, his hand running through his mowhawk, and a slight blush on his cheeks. Kurt didn't what Puck was feeling awkward about, but awkward was certainly looking good on him.

Kurt had never before noticed how cute Puck was. Sure, he thought the guy was hot, or sexy, but who didn't? No, cute... that was something new. And it rendered Kurt speechless.

But that wasn't even what got him to realize that he might have been in more trouble than he initially thought.

What brought upon that realization, was the soft, apprehensive way Puck spoke his name.

"Uh...Sorry, Princess."

Sorry, Princess.

Sorry, Princess.

Princess.

Kurt never realized just how much he actually liked that name...


HEY! So it's been a while, and I took time to rethink some things, and now i know what to do here! From here on, the story will be rewritten, or mostly edited, and in the end, when we get back to where we were before my break down (LLS) this may just be a totally different sotry in all. Or at least the way things play out. But the general plot is the same. Hope this is better than the first time, because as i went back and read some stuff, i didnt know WHAT THE HELL i was thinking! Which a few people tried to tell me But sometimes it takes an asshole to make you think. LOL. So thats how i think things should have happened here, no blow jobs! I was a mess...