A/N: Takes place in elementary school. Kind of in the same 'verse as the drabble on day 2

"I don't like him."

Sam looked up, staring a little confused at his friend.

"You don't like who?"

"Finn."

Now Sam was completely confused, "I thought he became one of your best friends."

"He is," Puck answered and Sam literally thought he was going insane because he really couldn't follow anymore. "I just don't like him."

Sam scrunched up his face, "How can you not like him while you still claim he's your friend?"

Puck sighed and rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to explain this to Sam, but apparently he had to.

"I don't like the way Kurt looks at him."

Sam blinked, then started laughing and didn't stop until Puck slapped him, lightly, on the back of his head and was glaring at him.

Sam's laughter dissolved into chuckles and he shook his head a little.

"I'm sorry," Sam finally wheezed out, "I just seem to recall something quite familiar, only the other way 'round."

Now it was Puck's time to be confused, "What?"

"I still remember the day I got sand thrown in my eyes by a certain Kurt Hummel."

"Yeah, he was a little-" Puck stopped when he realized what Sam was accusing him of. "I'm not jealous."

Sam just raised his eyebrow, which pissed Puck off, but he couldn't say something back anymore because the teacher was making her rounds and was now standing between his and Sam's desks.

He looked down at his book, pretending to read and fill in the exercises they had to make, but he couldn't get Sam's words out of his head.

He wasn't jealous. He just wasn't.

-..-

Puck wasn't sulking. He was just...a little bitter because he was send to the bench by his sports teacher for throwing the ball too hard at Finn during dodgedball.

He couldn't help himself. Kurt had been trailing after Finn like a lovesick puppy and Puck simply couldn't stand it anymore.

While almost all of the rest of the guys on Puck's team were aiming for Kurt, Puck was aiming for Finn. And he got him, rather quickly.

Normally he and Finn were on the same team, but this time Puck had made sure that he wasn't. His plan to get Finn off the field before Kurt was hit; that boy was freakingly flexible; had succeeded. He only hadn't thought about the consequences when the ball hit Finn straight in the face and ended him up with a bleeding nose.

The look on Kurt's face when Puck was send off the field and banished from gym class for a week was unreadable.

There was concern, mixed with anger, mixed with something else. Puck wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.

When the gym teacher blew on his whistle to indicate the end of class, everyone disappeared from the field to go to the locker room, except for Puck. He stayed seated on the bench, staring at the ground.

He didn't have to look up when he felt someone sit down next to him to know who it was.

There was silence for a little while until the other boy spoke up.

"Did you really have to do that?"

Puck shrugged, "It's just a game, Kurt."

"Just a game?" Kurt replied, "You're not allowed to throw the ball at someone's face in this game. His nose could be broken."

Puck snorted, "If you care so much about him then why are you still here?"

Kurt didn't hesitate for one second as he answered, "Because I care even more about you." He smiled when Puck finally turned his head to look at him. "You're my best friend, Noah."

A smile tugged at Puck's lips, but he held it back.

"Everyone always chooses Finn's side. I know I shouldn't have thrown that ball in his face, but-"

"No, you shouldn't." Kurt interrupted him, then leaned closer to Puck's ear to say softly. "But I'm always on your side."

Puck didn't hold back his smile when he felt Kurt's lips against his cheek. He also didn't hesitate to take Kurt's outstretched hand when he had stood up and pushed himself up with one hand, while Kurt pulled, gently, on the other to help him up.

"You want to go see if Finn is ok?"

Puck tensed just a little bit but nodded, comforted by the fact that Kurt was still holding his hand when he apologized to Finn and was still holding his hand as they both went to the locker room to change into their clothes.

When they were dressed in their usual clothes, Kurt held out his hand again and Puck took it, holding onto it when they went back to class.

Finn, and Puck's not-so-jealousy at him, was long forgotten when Kurt stayed with Puck and Sam for the rest of the day.

As long as Kurt stayed at his side, Puck didn't care that he sometimes shed a weird, kind of longing, look at Finn.

As long as Kurt would still be there for him when he messed up again, Puck just knew that everything would be ok.