Just realized that I haven't put in an Author's Note in the story yet, so I'll put one in now, because I have a few things to say.

One: OH MY GOD NINETY-SEVEN REVIEWS! :D HOLY CRAP I DIDN'T THINK THIS STORY WOULD GET MORE THAN TEN AND I HAVE NINETY-FRIKKEN-SEVEN REVIEWS! :D YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! :D

Two: If you've read my profile, you would know that I also ship Puckurt. Yup! I play for both teams! **thinks** Err...that came out wrong...

I WOULD ship it stronger, because imagine the chemistry those two could have (real sexy times)! But I like Klaine a LOT more, sadly. Well, not sad for me, but, y'know xD BUT. And this is a big BUT, this story involves some strong Puckurt, so, Puckurt fans, here you go!

Three: Lauren doesn't exist in this story. Sorry. I just don't like her with Puck at all. I don't think they have much chemistry, believe it or not.

Four: Don't own anything:(

Enjoy!

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Kurt climbed back up the tree furiously, embarrassed and angry.

But that didn't stop the idea that was forming in his head.

When he reach the window, the girls all reached down to take his arms, helping him up.

By the time that Kurt was back in he room, he had a smirk on his face. He sighed, smiling. "Ladies?" They looked up. "I have an idea." He smirked as they all gave him questioning looks. He walked past them and into his closet, and pulled out several hanger with black unitards on them and raised his eyebrows.

The girls, automatically recognizing them, squealed. The Warblers became confused.

"I did teach you all some new moves over the summer, didn't I?" He asked, and they all nodded eagerly, each taking one. "Well, I say we redo the video." Kurt said, and pulled out a hand-held camcorder.

He noticed with a start that the girls had started changing already, and nonchalantly stepped in front of the webcam, deciding not to give the boys a show. The Warblers all 'booed' loudly.

When they were all in their outfits, they all looked at Kurt curiously.

"Aren't you going to change?" Tine asked as she tied her hair up.

"Oh, yes." Kurt said with a nod, walking back over to the closet and pulling out a trash bag. "I must warn you, though," the girls looked up, "my outfit is new and improved." He winked and turned to the bathroom.

Once the door was shut, the girls started to set up the camera and the music, getting in their positions.

When Kurt walked out, Everyone's jaw dropped.

He was wearing a tight, spandex unitard that looked like it was painted on, a sparkly black vest with gold, and black leather boots to match.

The girls saw him and wolf-whistled. Santana even fanned herself dramatically.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but knew that the Warblers were in for quite a show. He smirked. "You guys got the music ready?"

"Uh-huh."

He smirked wider and walked over to his iHome, pressing play.

As the music started, he pressed record and tapped his hand against his leg.

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

Blaine's jaw positively dropped to the floor.

Now put your hands up

Up in the club, we just broke up

I'm doing my own little thing

Oh dear God. Those. Hips.

You decided to dip but now you wanna trip

Cuz another brother noticed me

I'm up on him, he up on me

Blaine usually would've laughed at the typical diva-ish dance move, but he was much to focused on...other things...

Don't pay him any attention

Cuz I cried my tears

Gave three good years

Ya can't be mad at me

Cuz if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Don't be mad once you see that he want it

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Woh oh ooh

Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh

Oh oh oh

Woh oh ooh

Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh

Oh oh oh

Cuz if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Blaine's eyes widened yo the size of dinner plates when Kurt started to rotate his hips, all while pumping his fist in a somewhat similar circular motion, and crossed his legs.

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Don't be mad once you see that he want it

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips

Kurt was on the floor now, and was banging his fist on his hip before trailing his fingers down his leg, nearly making Blaine moan in the process.

Hold me tighter than my Dereon jeans

Acting up

Drink in my cup

I couldnt care less what you think

I need no permission

Did I mention

Don't pay him any attention

Cuz you had your turn

But now you gonna learn

What it really feels like to miss me

Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Don't be mad once you see that he want it

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Kurt and the girls were so engrossed in the song, they didn't even notice someone sneak through the window and crawl behind the couch.

Woh oh ooh

Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh

Oh oh oh

Every Warblers' eyebrow shot up as they watched the inal steps, impressed at how easily they came to Kurt, because they seemed pretty damned complicated.

Woh oh ooh

Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh

Oh oh oh

Kurt slowly dropped his hands once more before smiling widely. The girls cheered and laughed, walking towards the couch, while Kurt went to shut off the camera.

He didn't notice someone sneaking up behind him.

When the girls saw the surprise guest, they made to squeal or laugh, but were shushed, and bit their lips, trying hard not to laugh, while the Warblers did laugh and easily sang an imitation of the suspense-building music from 'Jaws.'

Noticing it was to quiet for comfort, Kurt went to turn around, but then screamed an ear-piercing scream when a pair of arms suddenly grabbed him from behind, and he turned to see that Noah Puckerman had his arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind him, his chin resting in the crook of Kurt's neck.

"Noah!" Kurt almost yelled.

Puck smirked. "Hey, yourself, good lookin'." He said, and that twinge of jealousy coursed through Blaine again.

Kurt rolled his eyes "What the hell are you still doing here?" He asked, and took hold of Puck's hands, which were clasped around Kurt's stomach, trying to pry them open, but Puck wouldn't budge.

"The other two went home, but I told them I wanted to stay. Looks like we can have our Romeo and Juliet thing after all, babe." He said, and Kurt blushed.

"Don't call me that, Noah. And let go." He said.

"Don't call me Noah and maybe I will." He challenged.

"Puck, then. Let go." He said, trying to sound firm. "I mean it."

"Aww, he's mad at me." Puck smirked. "Isn't that adorable?"

"Kurt blushed deeper as the girls giggled. "Let go!" He tried again.

"No thanks." Puck said, nuzzling into Kurt's neck. "I'm perfectly comfortable here."

"Noah." He said firmly, though he laughed the word. "C'mon, get off!" He said, still attempting to pry Puck's hands off.

Noah groaned in response and the girls giggled again. Blaine fought the urge to growl.

Kurt grunted and turned his head so the he was facing Puck, and bit down hard on his ear.

Puck hissed and pulled away, making Kurt laugh. "You just bit my ear!" He accused.

Kurt sat down on the couch. "You never complained about it before." Kurt said with a flirtatious smirk, and everyone's jaw dropped but Puck's.

"That was when you made it enjoyable, though." Puck smirked back.

"Uh...we're still in the room, you know." Santana said with a raised eyebrow.

Kurt hummed in response, and suddenly remembered the Warblers. Why not give 'em something to talk about? "Well, you're just in time." Kurt said with a smirk. "We were just about to play spin the bottle."

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