Chapter Three

"Five more minutes." I flung my hand over my face as a large shaft of light beamed in through the window.

"Noh, you have to wake up, you have school." I moved my hand away and squinted at the shadow pulling back the curtains. My little sister turned to face me with her hands on her hips.

"Sophie, I'm tired and I feel sick, I'm not going to school today." Not a complete lie, I was tired...

I turned my back towards her and flung my pillow over my face, listening to her footsteps cross the floor to my bed. My mattress sunk slightly and my pillow was tugged away from my head and flung across the room. I sat bolt upright.

"Sophie! I'm ill! I'm not going to school leave me alone!"

"But Noah! You'll get told off!" I rolled my eyes and smiled at my sister's naivety. "Oh and Noh?"

"Yes Soph?" She moved closer to me and picked at my shirt.

"Who's Hummel?" I froze as she looked up at my face from under her lashes. "You said his name when you were asleep."

I did? I didn't remember thinking about him when I was asleep. In fact, I was pretty sure I was dreaming of getting into Quinn Fabrey's pants. I looked down at my sister who had both eyebrows raised.

"Some guy from school."

"Hummel's a funny name." I rolled my eyes once more.

"That's his sir-name silly." I pinched her nose, making her giggle.

"Well why do you call him by his sir-name? Doesn't he have a first name?"

"Of course he does, it's Kurt." She frowned slightly and tilted her head to the side.

"Why were you thinking about Kurt?" I frowned.

"I don't know." She furrowed her brow before exhaling and heaving herself off his bed.

"Come on then, up you get." She grinned and skipped out of the room, obviously expecting me to just get up.

I did of course, but not because of her. I had to get up some time... right?

"Hey Puck." I turned around to see Finn walking towards me with his hands in his pockets, head down.

"What's up Finn?" He shrugged and leant against the locker next to me. "How's the baby doing?" He sighed and leant his head back against the locker.

"I don't know where I stand with Quinn and the baby, she's all, 'Finn get a job, Finn do you want this baby to be ugly, Finn you obviously don't love this baby.' But then she says she wants to give up the baby for adoption! So it's not like anything I do will affect my relationship with the baby anyway!"He sighed again and stood up straight.

I stared at him; I hadn't really noticed how much stress Finn was under.

"Anyway, I better go find her, she's been sick twice this morning." He gave me a sad smile and sauntered off.

"Hey Puck are you feeling better?" I turned around to see Rachel looking at me, tilting her head and frowning, the same look my sister had given me this morning.

"When was I not okay?" I turned my back on her and continued to walk down the hall, unfortunately Rachel doesn't seem to understand subtle, or even not so subtle hints.

"It's just that you seemed stressed yesterday, I was worried you were ill or something." Rachel struggled to keep up with my long strides.

"I'm fine." I turned the corner swiftly, walking into a room of some description and slamming the door behind me.

"Oh for goodness sake!" I turned towards the voice, noticing that I was, once again, standing in the auditorium. "Can I not rehearse, just once, without you disturbing me?" Kurt was stood by the piano, hands on hips and glaring intently in my direction.

Of all the bloody rooms I could have walked into...

Kurt's POV

I quickly picked up my bag and looked at my feet, not wanting to repeat our last encounter.

Once establishing I did have my shoes on I began to walk out of the auditorium.

"Ku- Hummel, You stay and practise or whatever, I only came in here to hide from Berry anyway." He grimaced before pressing his ear to the door. "Wait, what are you even rehearsing for anyway? Did Shue give us homework? Because I didn't do it."

I rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't do it anyway."

"True," Puck shrugged and opened the door slightly, peering out before recoiling backwards, slamming it closed again.

"Still there?"

"Damn she's persistent!" I chuckled slightly, before remembering who was talking.

"Well, if you're going to stay there, I'm not going to sing, so there's no point me being here." I walked to the edge of the stage, lingering lightly, not sure what he was waiting for.

"Whatever dude." Puck stayed by the door, eyes narrowed and ear pressed against the door.

Well, at least it was 'dude' not 'fag'.

I jumped off the edge of the stage and walked over to the door, glancing over my shoulder to find Puck staring at me.

Weird