(I'm really, truly sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter out especially after I promised you all that I would be quicker this time. Hopefully the next few chapters will be quicker seeing as it's nearly the Christmas holidays and I won't have to go to school Again, sorry for the unforgivable lateness. Please forgive me. Enjoy.)
All Turned Upside Down
Chapter 4
Project Runway
Kurt looked up at his reflection in the small, round mirror at his desk. He sighed and put down his bottle of moisturiser; he couldn't concentrate. He rubbed his forehead and examined the frowning face looking back at him in the mirror.
He reached up and felt his lips; looking and feeling for something that was different; something that had changed. Surely after being in contact with another boy's lips something must have changed, he thought. Kurt knew this was stupid and that there was no physical change after being kissed by someone; but there was emotional change.
No. Kurt felt exactly the same about Puck as he always had. Puck was dumb, arrogant and selfish. Well, after joining glee club he had stopped throwing Kurt in the dumpster. But that didn't change the fact that he did it in the first place.
But then why had puck kissed him? Puck? Kurt really didn't know nor did he particularly want to know.
Kurt sighed heavily, got up from his desk and climbed into his bed, pulling the covers up around himself. I hate Puck, Kurt thought as his head hit the pillow. Then why do I want nothing more than the feel of his lips on mine right now? Kurt's subconcsiousness questioned as he drifted off to sleep.
The nasal buzzing of the school bell shocked Kurt back to reality. He gathered up his things and got up out of his seat near the back of the classroom. Spanish class had been incredibly boring and Kurt couldn't help lapsing into daydreams; mainly criticising other people's clothes and planning what he would wear for the rest of the week, but he couldn't keep images and questions about his kiss with Puck from slipping into his mind.
Pushing these aside, he walked out of the Spanish classroom and down the hall to his locker. He put away his books, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You are not going to think about Puck or that kiss anymore! Kurt ordered himself. Just go to lunch with Mercedes and forget about it!
Kurt calmed himself once more, shut his locker and started towards the lunch hall. Then it all happened at once. Kurt could see three tall figures walking towards him so he moved to the left slightly to avoid walking into them but, the next thing he knew he felt a rush of ice cold liquid slap him square in the face.
He stood, open-mouthed, grape flavoured slushie dripping down his back, ruining his favourite Michael Kors sweater, and glared up at the three boys standing in front of him. Azimio, Puck, and Karofski. Puck was holding a now empty slushie cup; Azimio and Karofski were laughing on either side of him; Puck just stood there glaring at Kurt. Kurt's own angry stare faltered when he saw the look on Pucks face. What had he done to make Puck look at him with that level of hatred? Azimio and Karofski high-fived and walked off in the direction Kurt had just come from. Puck, still glaring at Kurt, followed them.
Kurt growled angrily under his breath and walked off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.
Kurt shoved his books away in his locker and slammed the door shut. He turned around and saw someone out of the corner of his eye. It was Puck. Without thinking, Kurt held his head high and marched over to the other boy. "What is your problem?" Kurt demanded of a shocked Puck. Kurt didn't get an answer, just a taken aback look from Puck. "You throw a slushie at me after what you did yesterday!" Kurt hadn't planned to confront Puck about the kiss but the words were just flowing now. "Why did you even do that? What, Quinn won't put out so you make do with anything you can get including kissing me?" Puck looked around, incredibly relieved that they were alone and no one else would've heard that last comment. "You know, you're not worth it Puckerman" Kurt spun round and headed for the exit when Pucks voice stopped him.
"Sorry" It had been mumbled quietly but Kurt had heard it. He spun back around to face Puck. "You… why…. wait, what?" Kurt walked back over to Puck. "Sorry" Puck said staring down at his feet. "For yesterday, today… all of it." Kurt was shocked and more than a little confused. Puck was apologizing to him? "I know its kind of late to be apologizing, but I'm really sorry for how I treated you last year. Throwing you in the dumpster, giving you slushie facials. It wasn't cool."
Kurt was extremely shocked that Puck was apologizing to him. He was happy that he was, but it had just come out so suddenly. "We uh… we cool dude?" Puck asked sticking his hand out towards Kurt. "First of all, don't call me dude" Kurt said instinctively. "But yeah I guess. I mean yeah." Kurt smiled at Puck nervously, ignoring the other boys outstretched hand. Puck lowered his hand and smiled back at Kurt. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and started toward the exit. When Kurt didn't follow, he turned round and motioned for him to. Kurt sighed. "Sorry, I can't. Project Runway's on"
"You actually like this show?" Puck asked as the tv cut to the adverts. "All they do is make clothes and bitch about each other." Kurt looked over to see Puck lounging, casually on the other end of his couch, looking like it was the most natural thing in the world. Kurt sighed. "Yes, Noah. I do happen to like it"
"Noah?"
"Oh, I mean uh Puck" Congratulations, Kurt. That wasn't awkward at all.
The two boys sat in awkward silence, staring towards the tv where an advert for toilet paper was playing.
"You have Mario Bros 3?" Puck exclaimed walking over to his small collection of computer games and picking up the game in question.
"Uh, yeah. My uncle gave it to me for my birthday" Kurt told Puck, extremely glad to change the subject. Puck put the disc into the games console. "Which level are you on? Or have you finished it?" Puck asked, sitting back down on the couch and handing Kurt a controller. "I haven't actually played it yet" Kurt confessed. Puck gaped at Kurt. "You've never played Mario Bros?" He sounded truly shocked. Kurt shook his head.
Puck started up the game and showed Kurt how it worked. Kurt actually enjoyed the game which surprised him. He would have to thank his uncle again for the gift.
The two boys were just about to complete level 7, which Puck had told Kurt was the hardest, when Kurt realised the time. "Crap!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.
"What? Come on we're nearly finished the level. The end is just up here" Puck said continuing to play the game without Kurt.
"Crap crap crap! How, in the name of Gucci, could I forget?" Kurt mumbled, ignoring Puck as he hurriedly stuffed dirty washing into the laundry basket.
Puck groaned. "You made me loose the level now. What's so important that you forgot?" Puck questioned, throwing the controller down on the couch next to him.
"Quinn and Mercedes are going to be here in 10 minutes and I haven't got anything ready!" Kurt explained panicky.
"Why don't you just cancel it?" Puck suggested.
"I can't. I told- wait. Maybe that would work" Kurt said hurrying over to his bedside table where his phone was lying. Kurt dialled the familiar number and pressed the call button. Mercedes picked up on the second ring.
"Oh, hi Kurt"
"Mercedes, I've had an excellent idea"
"Okay what is it?"
"Instead of having movie and pizza night we could have a Christmas party at mine and invite all of the glee club!"
"Yeah, that's a really good idea!"
"Can I leave you and Quinn in charge of movies and entertainment? And I'll provide snacks"
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll call Quinn in a minute and then I'll text Tina."
"Okay. Tell everyone to get here for six o'clock"
"Okay, will do. Bye Kurt. See you soon"
"Bye Cedes"
Kurt hung up and turned to face Puck who was sitting on the couch watching him. "Well come on. Help me with the snacks"
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