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Disclaimer: I do not own Puck, Kurt, Blaine or any other mentioned characters or Glee itself. All belong to Ryan Murphy and by extension FOX. I am nor Ryan Murphy or FOX, nor do I own either, meaning the only logical conclusion is that I don't own Glee. Also, the title of this chapter is taken from Macy Grey's 'I Try', so that belongs to her.
Morning came much too soon for Kurt's liking, but the sun shining through his window meant it was time to get up. He shuffled and felt a grip tighten around his middle. He paused, feeling the warmth of a body behind him. He craned his head awkwardly to see who it was. As he stared at the Mohawked teen, the nights events came flooding back to him. He looked around his room, noting the littered tissues, melted ice cream, empty water bottles and the Titanic case on his floor. He nodded, finally comprehending everything. Blaine had been a jerk, Puck came over and they ended up watching some more of the Titanic before Kurt broke into a rant and Puck cuddled with him at the end and both fell asleep. Feeling less confused, Kurt looked at his clock. His eyes bugged; it was nine forty seven AM! They were both late for school! Kurt scrambled out of bed and ran to his bathroom. He quickly showered, skipped his morning moisturizing routine, got dressed, perfected his hair and finally woke Puck up. "Puck…PUCK…Sleepyhead!...Noah?" Puck woke up when he heard Noah. Kurt was surprised but wiped the look off his face as Puck stirred and turned to face him.
"Hey Kurt," he garbled, still half asleep. Kurt smiled.
"Hey. Look, we're late for school. Hurry up and get ready. I'll start some-"
"I don't have clothes here, Kurt." Kurt nodded and merely pointed to his shower.
"The bathroom's over there. Shower and I'll grab some of Finn's clothes for you to wear. They'll be on my bed," Kurt finished. He grabbed his satchel and ran downstairs. Puck, still in a haze of sleep, lifted himself of the rather comfy bed and trudged to the bathroom.
Kurt raced into the kitchen, set up the toaster and popped some bread in. He then pulled down two bowls, some different kinds of cereal and then retrieved two spoons, all the while never noticing his father sitting patiently, silently at the table. At least, not until he put the bowls and other things on the table. "Dad?" Burt nodded. Kurt stared blankly at him until the toaster popped. He raced back into the kitchen and brought the toast to the table. He sat down and waited for the rest of the toast to finish. He stared at his dad again until Burt spoke.
"Why was Puck here last night? Is he your boyfriend? Is he the one who made you so upset? Why was he sleeping in your bed?"
"WOAH! Dad, Puck is NOT my boyfriend. He's not even bi, forget gay." Burt nodded.
"Alright. Why was he here, then?" Kurt sighed.
"He probably came to see Finn but since Finn wasn't here, I offered to let him finish watch the Titanic with me. He accepted and we went upstairs." At this point, Burt's eyebrows were raised in suspicion. Kurt rolled his eyes. "The case for it is upstairs in my room, the movie unfinished in my DVD player. As I was saying, we went upstairs, watched more of it and I broke down and ranted to Puck about…what made me upset. He then cuddled with me and I fell asleep in his arms. I guess he fell asleep after me. The whole night was unintentional." Burt nodded his head again.
"Ok. Who or what made you upset?" Kurt shook his head.
"Nothing dad."
"Don't lie to me, Kurt." Kurt sighed.
"It was a song Blaine sang to me in glee. I sang out my feelings to him yesterday with the assistance of Lady GaGa and Blaine then sang his feelings out accompanied by Jay Brannan." Burt looked puzzled. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I sang 'Brown Eyes' to Blaine and in turn, Blaine sang 'Beautifully' to me. No, it's not what you think. My song was about my love for him. His song was about my unrequited love."
"I see…"
"Yes. So, yeah. That's it." Burt nodded and Kurt followed suit. The toaster popped and he ran to the kitchen. Puck came down the stairs.
"Hey Kurt! I smell toa-oh, hi Mr. Hummel, sir." Puck said, his smile kind of fading. Kurt reappeared moments later, holding some more toast and milk. He smiled brightly.
"Hey Puck! Come on, breakfast's ready-"
"Actually, I'm just gonna head to school-"
"Don't leave on my account since I'm leaving," Burt interrupted. Hey eyed Puck a little suspicious but he passed Burt's inspection since he turned to face Kurt. "I'll see ya later buddy. Have a good day at school. Love ya."
"Love you too, dad." Kurt said. They exchanged a hug and Burt grabbed his hat, fixed it on his head and walked to the door. Puck watched him leave and only then did he sit down. Kurt sat down across from him, pulling the cereal and two pieces of toast towards himself. Puck pulled a different cereal towards himself as well as several pieces of toast. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Kurt spoke. "So, I uh…why did you…I" Well, Kurt at least tried to anyway. Puck looked up and smiled.
"Blaine's an idiot. I didn't come here to see Finn, I came here to see if you wanted some cheering up last night. I'm glad I could help," he said, watching a smile grow on Kurt's face. The smile quickly turned into confusion though.
"Why did you…you know, cuddle with me? After I ranted to you? I mean, I just-"
"You needed someone. I wanted to be that someone. Blaine may not like you, Kurt, but I know someone who loves you." Kurt stared at Puck, a blush spreading over his pale cheeks. After several more minutes, Kurt spoke.
"We uhm…we should get going. Do you want a ride to school? I mean, if you're going to come back here afterward, you can get your truck then?" Puck nodded.
"Thanks." Kurt smiled and mumbled something that sounded like 'No problem' under his breath as he cleared the table. Puck got up and helped, placing bowls into the sink while Kurt put the milk in the fridge. Finally, when they'd finished, Kurt grabbed his keys and they got in his car.
The drive to school was quiet, neither one sure what to say. Kurt pulled into his parking spot, turned his car off and pulled the keys out of the ignition before he finally turned to Puck. Puck turned to Kurt and looked into the beautiful blue-green-gray orbs while Kurt looked into the beautiful, hazel-chocolate macrocosms. Finally, Kurt spoke. "Thanks, Puck. For…last night." Puck smiled and resisted the urge to rub a comforting hand on Kurt's soft-looking cheek. Instead, he grabbed Kurt's soft-looking (which was confirmed soft) hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze as he spoke.
"It wasn't a problem, Kurt. I'd like to hang out more with you, if you'd let me," he said, his voice full of hope. Kurt felt warmth spreading inside him and his smile grew bigger.
"I'd like that." They both smiled and Puck finally let go of Kurt's hand so they could get out of the car and check in with Mrs. Gourd, the secretary at the front desk.
Nothing eventful happened until they reached glee. Everyone piled into the room in little groups except for Blaine. He walked in solo and all in ND thought he had gall showing up to the club. Kurt ignored Blaine and continued his conversation with Mercedes. Mr. Schue was, as usual, the last to arrive. He threw his bag on the piano and turned to face them. "GUYS! I have a great idea for Nationals! I think everyone should suggest a song and- yes Puck?" Will asked, his voice deflating at having been interrupted.
"I have a song I want to sing."
"Alright Puck. Get up here and sing, then we can talk about Nationals," Will said, feeling exasperated. Puck smiled as he brought his guitar up to the front of the room with him. He signaled to the other players and the music began.
Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here
When will they stop
I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together
But we're not
An' I play it off but I'm dreamin' of you
I'll keep it cool but I'm findin.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Puck stared directly at Kurt, his intense eyes never leaving Kurt's shocked ones.
I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner of your love
I may seem alright and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front
I play it off but I'm dreamin' of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm findin'
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Here is my confession
May I be your possession
Boy I need your touch
Your love kisses and such
With all my might I try
But this I can't deny, deny
I play it off but I'm dreamin' of you
but I'm dreamin' of you babe
I'll keep my cool but I'm findin'
I try to say good bye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Puck smiled. Applause filled the room, most strongly from Kurt. Puck was really pleased about that, since, after all, he had sung the song for him. He walked over to Kurt. "You liked it?" Kurt's face was beaming.
"I loved it. It was beautiful, Noah." A twinge of pleasure shot up Puck's spine from hearing Kurt call him Noah. He liked it.
"I like when you call me Noah." Kurt nodded.
"Ok." Kurt's smile lessened a little. He leaned in closer to Puck and began to whisper. "You know I don't like you like that, right?" Puck nodded, bringing his mouth closer to Kurt's ear.
"You don't like me like that yet. I can win you over and I will," Puck said, cockiness saturating his words. Kurt blushed as he pulled away and Puck sat down next to Kurt, holding his hand.
In the back most corner of the room sat Blaine, staring on at Puck as him and Kurt shared a private conversation. He noticed the blush spreading across those cheeks and wondered what Puck had said to make him do that. He found a knot growing in his stomach at the sight of them holding hands. He narrowed his eyes at the Mohawked teen. A moment later, he realized something: I do like Kurt!
