Chapter 3: Breakfast at Tiffany's

Wanted to put this up as soon as possible, so here it is. Will do edit work in the morning, so if something's wrong, holler at meh!

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Wicked, or Glinda...but I did make up Furrocious Felines!

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After stopping off at Furrocious Felines to pick out his new pet kitty, a black cat with a diva complex similar to his own, Mercedes drove him home. Mercedes couldn't help but laugh at Kurt struggling to whisper lovingly to the cat.

"This is your fault." Kurt motioned to the cat sitting in the small carrier on his lap. The glared at Mercedes, then meowed. Kurt laughed, "Exactly!"

"Psh whatever. You should be thanking me. That cat is in love with you." Mercedes nodded at the purring cat. "Just like someone else."

Kurt stroked the cat, smiling. "I have my first crusher…crushee? Whatever. Now we just need to think of a plan to get him to admit it."

"You and your cat have fun with that, and with explaining how you came home from the mall with a cat." Mercedes pulled into Kurt's driveway, "Have fun!"

Kurt picked up his cat carrier and stuck his tongue out at her as she drove away. He swallowed and walked into the house, trying to sneak down into his bedroom.

"What's that?" His dad asked, seemingly coming from nowhere. Kurt jumped a little, which caused the cat to mew in discomfort. "Is that a cat?"

"Um, yes." Kurt smiled, taking her out of the carrier. "This is Glinda, y'know the good witch of the north? yea I saw her and just had to have her. Can we keep her please?"

His dad eyed him carefully, then stroked the cat's nose, "I guess I can't really say no. Glinda? Hello Glinda."

"Yea, I'm just gonna take her downstairs and set up an area for her. Thanks dad." Kurt smiled before taking the cat downstairs. As he stepped into his nice, clean, white room, he realized one of the biggest mistakes of his life was choosing a black cat. He put down one of his old sweaters and set her on top of it. She refused to stay, instead hoping onto his bed and curling up there. Kurt sighed. The things people do to cover their lies.

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Puck wanted nothing more than to call Kurt and make up some stupid excuse to talk to him, but knew that would just be bad. Instead, he found Kurt's yearbook picture from last year and waited until Monday to see him again.

On Monday, he entered the school through a different entrance, avoiding all his friends from football. He navigated his way to Kurt's locker where the smaller boy was getting his books.

"Kurt." Puck smiled as Kurt closed his locker and smiled back. "I just wanted to say thanks again for Saturday, I really appreciated it."

Kurt smiled, "Wow, I'm surprised that you're keeping your end of the bargain."

"I'm a man of my word." Puck smiled his smile fading as he saw one of the defensive tackles rounding the corner. "Hey, I've got to go, see you in glee?"

"See you." Kurt pulled the books to his chest and smiled. He wasn't Finn, but he was smart (or at least smarter), and nice (he was reaching out at school…in front of all these people) and he was attractive (no explanation needed).

Mercedes walked up to Kurt and followed his gaze, which rested on Puck. "Oh Kurt you like him back, don't you? Ah I can see it in your eyes…Kurt and Puck sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-"

"Jumping to conclusions isn't good for you Mercedes." Kurt sighed, smiling. "I'm merely basking in the glow of admiration. Feels good."

The day passed with casual glances and halfway smiles. When it came time for glee, everyone settled into their usual spots. Puck glanced and Kurt and Kurt waved, particularly because no one was paying attention to either boy. Puck smirked and nodded before Mr. Schuester called them to pass in their permission slips.

"Okay looks like everyone's good to go." Mr. Schuester said as he counted the permission slips. "Now I figured we'll have four bake sales, one tomorrow, one Friday, one next Monday, and one next Friday. Then we can see how much money we need from there. Now I'm gonna split you up into groups of three, and you'll each be assigned a day that way it's even."

He pulled the hat of fates out of the storage cabinet. "Okay, next Friday we have…Santana, Mark, and Artie. Next Monday…Brittany, Quinn, and Tina. This Friday…Finn, Mike, and Rachael. That leaves Kurt, Puck and Mercedes for tomorrow. I'll wrap up practice early again today, but tomorrow we're getting back to our set list, so don't get lazy!"

Kurt approached Puck as they packed up. "Noah, could you be at my house in an hour with supplies and your recipe?"

Puck shivered. He liked how Kurt always called him Noah, it was like Kurt took him seriously, and no one took him seriously. "Yea of course."

"Cool. See you in an hour." Kurt smiled, turning to join Mercedes for a ride home.

Finn came up and saw Puck's gaze. "Dude, what's wrong with you? Lately you've been acting all weird.

"No I haven't." Puck said, snapping out of his haze. He grabbed his backpack and walked out of the classroom.

"First the mall and now…ah!" Finn gasped, "I got it now! You're in love with Mercedes!"

Puck stared at him. "Finn, you may be my best friend, but you're the biggest idiot I know."

He walked passed Finn to his car to drive home. He had to find some of his pot stash and mix it into the flour, and he had to figure out how he was going to mix it into everyone else's cupcakes. But at the moment, his main concern was making sure he looked okay, to reapply some deodorant and to get to Kurt's house. When he got to Kurt's house, Mercedes car was in the driveway, and it made him frown. She was always around. He carried the supplies up to the front door and was greeted by Mercedes.

"Hey Puck." Mercedes eyed him, "The kitchen is right over here."

The kitchen was massive and sparkling clean. Kurt stood at the island, pulling out cupcake tins. "Noah! You're here."

He came out from behind the island wearing an apron. Puck glanced from Kurt back to Mercedes, who, he now noticed, was wearing one too. Kurt smiled, "Oh don't worry, we have one for you too."

Puck placed the supplies on the counter. He raised an eyebrow at them, "I hope you're joking. Please tell me you're joking."

Kurt pulled a red and black polka dot apron from the drawer and smirked. Mercedes laughed, "You have to wear one."

"Do I?" Puck eyed it like it was something that had been dead and rotting in Kurt's kitchen drawer.

"Please?" Kurt asked, holding up the apron to him.

Puck looked from Kurt to the apron. "Fine, but it doesn't leave this room, okay? Both of you."

They nodded and burst into laughter as he tied it on. Puck sighed, "Let's just start baking."

They each took turns mixing and measuring. They had only made two batches when Mercedes received an 'emergency' text that said she had to go home. Kurt knew she was full of crap, but didn't try to put up a fight with her. He walked her to the door, and came back to see Glinda, purring and rubbing against Puck's leg.

"Oh I'm sorry she's kind of annoying." Kurt said, shooing her away with his shoe.

"Nah, she's cute." Puck said, "So should we start the last batch?"

Kurt nodded, and they both started mixing and measuring. "So how are they with Quinn and the baby?"

"Nonexistent. She doesn't want me to be involved, and she doesn't want to be in a relationship." Puck sighed, pouring the batter into the cupcake tin. "I've accepted that and moved on."

"Oh." Kurt said, taking the full tin and putting it in the oven. "So you're with someone?"

"No, not yet anyways." Puck smirked to himself, "I do have my eye on someone though."

Kurt came to stand in front of Puck. He looked up at the taller boy. "Mind giving me a hint?"

Puck burst into laughter, backing away from Kurt. Kurt looked puzzled, wondering what was so funny. As his laughter subsided, he grinned. "You've got a little…um…here I'll get it."

Puck reached over and gently stroked some batter that somehow got onto Kurt's cheek. He brushed it carefully off and whispered, "There, all better."

"Thanks." Kurt blushed. He turned away, hiding his stupid smile and started putting bowls and spatulas in the dishwasher. "Um, if you want to go home, I can frost them by myself."

"No, I owe you remember?" Puck smiled, before frowns, "Unless you want me to go, then I'll leave I guess."

"No I didn't mean-" Kurt stopped, taking off his apron. "Here, come with me. But take off the apron."

Puck took off his apron and followed Kurt to the basement. Puck was lead into what could only be the cleanest bedroom he'd even seen. It was crisp clean white, so white it almost hurt to look at it. He wanted to make it dirty, to push Kurt onto his neatly made bed and make it dirty. He pushed those thoughts down as Kurt called him over.

"This is what I do with my sad sad life." Kurt handed him a thick book. "This is Wicked."

Puck opened the huge book. The pages were filled with articles, pictures, reviews, everything and anything Wicked. The last few pages were empty, and at the top of each page it read: My First Trip to Wicked. Puck looked at the pages, "Wow this is-"

"Lame, I know." Kurt said, picking up Glinda and petting her head. "I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other."

"Breakfast at Tiffany's." Puck whispered.

Kurt's eyes lit up. "You knew that?"

"No…maybe." Puck blushed, "What? Audrey Hepburn is hot."

"Audrey Hepburn is a goddess. You're blushing." Kurt smiled, "I bet you secretly love Breakfast at Tiffany's, don't you? Don't lie to me."

Puck looked away, "One summer my mom was really obsessed with Audrey Hepburn, and we watched it every night that summer. And it was…awesome, okay? I know that makes me such a loser."

"No it makes you perfect." Kurt whispered.

"What?" Puck asked.

"Nothing." Kurt smiled, "Nothing."

They sat on Kurt's floor and Puck flipped through the pages over and over again. He bit his lips hesitantly, trying to hold back what he wanted to say, but it slipped through, "Kurt, can I tell you something?"

"Sure." Kurt smiled, leaning towards him. "You can tell me anything."

Puck took a deep breath. As he was about to admit his love to the boy sitting beside him, someone yelled, "Kurt?"

They both jumped. Kurt laughed, "Oh sorry, it's just my dad. Down here dad!"

A man came down the stair s and looked at them. "Who's this and why are there cupcakes all over the kitchen?"

They stood up. Puck offered his hand, "Noah Puckerman, sir. I'm in glee with your son."

"We have to raise money for our Wicked trip by having some bake sales, and Noah was helping." Kurt explained as his father shook Puck's hand.

Kurt's dad looked between them. "You two aren't…y'know…together, are you?"

"No sir. I mean…" Puck blushed, "No."

Kurt looked hurt and Puck instantly regretted saying that. Kurt's father nodded, "Well the batch you had in the oven is done."

"Oh, we should get to frosting them." Puck said. He smiled at Kurt, "Come on."

They went up to the kitchen and silently frosted all the cupcakes. Puck wanted so bad to say sorry, but he couldn't. When they finished, he mumbled goodbye to Kurt, thanked Kurt's dad, and left. Kurt sighed and sat down next to his dad on the couch.

"What's wrong, son?" He took a swig of his beer. "Have a fight with your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend." Kurt snapped.

His dad scratched the back of his head, "Oh I thought you guys were just saying that. I mean he looked like he liked you, and you seemed to enjoy his company, I just put two and two together and-"

"Yea well I thought he liked me too, but he seemed to dismiss any relationship rather quickly." Kurt sighed. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, dad."

"Okay…he doesn't know what he's missing son. You're a good kid, remember that Kurt. Goodnight." His dad said, trying to raise his spirits.

After he cleaned up, put his Wicked scrapbook away and properly took care of his face, Kurt climbed into bed with his purring cat.

"Oh Glinda…we belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us." Kurt whispered into her fur. He'd thought maybe they could've had something, him and Puck. His first boyfriend, his first kiss. "We don't even belong to each other."