Chapter 4.

The day went by oddly slowly, as Kurt had been waiting for it to end. He had been hoping to see Blaine all day long, but wherever the two would cross paths on any other day, Blaine was nowhere to be by the time the last bell rang, Kurt shot up and practically raced to Blaine's locker. Obviously the boy was avoiding him, but he wouldn't be able to do so when he had to go to his locker before leaving the building. But when he got there, and Blaine was once again absent, Kurt decided he had better give it up. When Blaine was ready to talk, he would.

Kurt just had to hope that that time would come soon.

Sighing, Kurt slowly began to walk out of the school. Knowing that Blaine was mad enough to avoid him for an entire day made Kurt uneasy. The two had argued before, but Blaine had never been able to ignore him for this long. And it hadn't even started in school. If he didn't count the conversation with both Puck and himself that morning, they hadn't spoken since Blaine picked up his phone and saw the text from Blake, who speaking of which, was leaning on the side of his Navigator.

"Hey, Kurt." Blake said as he neared her, the tone in her voice never changing from its usual bubbly, friendliness. That was something Kurt had begun to admire about Blake, not that he was envious of her or anything. Kurt knew he was fabulous, the most fabulous person in the school. But he also wished he could be so approachable. But, then again, all the slushies and dumpster dives had rendered that nearly impossible anyways.

But, all that bubbly approachability aside, Kurt didn't really feel much like talking. "Hello, Blake." He did his best to sound upbeat, but in reality, it just made him sound that much more miserable.

"What's wrong, Kurt?"

Kurt, not really wanting to talk about his issues, but also not having the strength to make her drop the topic, Kurt just motioned for the girl to get in the truck with him.

Once seated inside, Kurt took a deep, heavy breath. He didn't know where to begin. Not that he couldn't accurately recall the way things had played out. He could give the girl a full play by play if she wanted it, but what Kurt didn't know, was just how exactly everything had come to be. Blake assuming that Puck was his boyfriend, that was where everything began.

Puck wasn't even gay... was he? The more Kurt thought things over, the more everything pointed to yes. I mean, he kissed him for crying out loud! Straight guys didn't do things like that. But then, did that mean that Puck liked him?

If Kurt didn't know any better, and he did, he would say that Puck had been blushing earlier. But, It was Puck he was thinking about. Puck didn't blush. That was something Kurt did, when he got flustered. Puck was probably just hot.

But the way he spoke, and his body language... everything said that Kurt was right. But Kurt knew he was wrong. It just didn't make any sense.

And before Kurt could wrangle up all of this new found comprehension, his mouth was already opening.

"Puck's not gay."

"What?"

"He's not gay... and he's not my boyfriend either."

"I don't... what are you talking... huh?"

If Kurt hadn't been in such a glum mood, he would have laughed at Blake's facial expression. But, seeing as he was, he had to settle for a half smirk, half grimace.

"When you came to meet me last week, you just assumed that Puck was my boyfriend, and then before I was able to say otherwise, you had left."

Blake's eyebrows shot up in realization as Kurt spoke.

"Wait, so… Puck's not gay at all?"

Kurt grinned genuinely this time. Though his mood was completely shot for the day, Puck's name still sounded so good in the same sentence as the word gay. But it was only wishful thinking… for a fool.

"No, and he wanted to tell you, but I guess when you invited him in on Friday night, he felt it would have ruined his chances of getting into your bedroom, where I'm sure he eventually planned on you figuringit out one way another."

Kurt laughed a bit at the situation. He hadn't realized how comical it all sounded until he actually voiced it. Blake, on the other hand, was not so amused.

She threw her head back and groaned in mortification as she spoke. "UUUUGGHHHHHH! Do you know he slept in my bed? With me. While I was almost naked!"

Kurt grimaced. He felt like they had taken advantage of her, in some weird way. But he couldn't let that phase him, as he just about to try and do it again.

"But, let's say you didn't think he was gay…"

Blake immediately blushed, a good sign for Kurt. A weight was lifted off of his shoulders all at once, and he felt like he was in control of himself again.

"I take it you understood my question." Kurt said.

Blake grew shy almost systematically. Not that Kurt would know, but she was giving him the same awkward grin she gave Puck. Obviously, for a different reason, though. There was no way she would like Kurt, he was simply, too gay. But Puck, he was just too good to be true from the get go. Blake thought he was the perfect guy: Manly, funny, cute, but gay. She had been trying not to fall all over him when he started showing his body off to her at the park that night. Luckily, or at least in Blake's own mind, she could mask her feelings really well.

In her own mind, because no one else felt that way.

"Yeah, I mean, I guess I always figured something was up…" She sighed. "I guess sometimes I'm just not that bright."

Kurt patted her on the shoulder and gave her a friendly smile. He, even though it sounded completely awful in his head, really didn't care about how she felt about everything that had happened. He just wanted to know what might be going to happen. If Blake and Puck got together, then all of these worrisome thoughts about Puck being gay would be neutralized. And she could also explain to Blaine everything that had happened. From where Kurt stood, things were looking well. He could almost feel a weight lifting from his shoulders. There was just one more thing he had to ask... just to be sure.

"But do you like him?"

Blake flushed red again, and that was all Kurt needed to see.

Meanwhile, Puck was at football practice. He felt good. All of the exercise was ridding him of the stress from today. It seemed like Puck just wasn't getting any lately. It was going to drive him insane!

What had happened to Puck? He used to be the school stud, the neighborhood man whore. Any bitch he wanted, he could get, and he liked it that way. Easy. The girls: easy. The life: easy. Everything was just easy for him. People feared him, and the ladies wanted his dick.

All of them except for Blake. She was just so damn frustrating. And why? It wasn't like Puck liked her. He had learned his lesson about love with all of his past 'relationships.' Quin, Lauren, even Santana didn't last. Not that any of them were on bad terms, like I said, Puck was a stud, and no vagina within a mile radius could stay closed to him.

Except for Blake.

'Why the fuck do even care about her ass anyways. I mean, yeah she's cute, yeah she's into cars, yeah she had great taste in music, and sure… she's got a great ass. But obviously, she's a lesbian. Any other girl would kill to be with me. I bet-'

His thoughts were shaken form his head when a large boy tackled him to the ground. Puck had been so lost in thought that he had forgotten that he had the ball in his hands and was supposed to be running.

He groaned. "Fuck, dude!"

The big boy just let out a deep, bear-like laugh, and walked away. Then Coach Beiste sounded the whistle for everyone to hit the showers.

Puck wanted some alone time so waited for everyone to finish and leave before taking his gear off, getting a towel, and heading for the showers. He was just about to step in when someone called his name.

He spun around startled at the intrusion of privacy, and even more by who was there.

"B-Blaine? What the fuck! Get out!"

Blaine blushed a bit on seeing the naked teen and looked down at the floor. He began to speak.

"No. I…" He was mumbling.

Puck walked over to him, irritated. He didn't know what was going on right now, and he didn't care either. He didn't need this.

"Dude, seriously. I'm not fuckin' kidding. Get out before I throw your ass out." He was less than two feet away from Blaine before the other boy looked up with pure anger in his eyes. Not that it shook Puck even a little, but still, it was surprising.

"StaythefuckawayfromKurtorI'll... I'll...!" Blaine rushed out. He wanted it to sound angry and authoritative, but it just came off as nervous, and apprehensive. Then, to top it all off, he couldn't even come up with a threat. Perfect...

Puck was taken back by the sudden height in Blaine's voice. Then, when he thought about it, the more angry he got. Just who the fuck did Blaine think he was storming in the locker room and speaking to Puck like that? Puck was a badass! NO ONEspoke to him that way.

He grabbed Blaine's collar and dragged him into the wall, slamming him against the ceramic tile. There was a faint cracking sound as some hit the floor beneath.

Puck glared deeply into Blaine's eyes and began to yell, almost roar, directly into Blaine's face. But when Blaine turned his head, that turned into his ear.

"LISTEN FAGGOT! I'M NOT DOIN ANYTHING WITH YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! N-O-T-H-I-N-G! I SHOULD BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU FOR SAYIN SOME SHIT LIKE THAT!"

Whatever little bit of confidence Blaine had was gone now. He was shaking horribly in Puck's gaze. He could barely even open his eyes, and his ears were ringing intensely. He couldn't breath, or think. He just wanted to leave.

"O-ok. I'm sorry. I was wrong. P-please don't hurt me, Noah." He pretty much whispered.

That name! It sent Puck out of control. He wanted to punch Blaine square in the nose, but he didn't. He chose the wall beside his face instead.

When Puck's fist hit the wall, the shards of tile dusted the side of Blaine's face. Blaine wanted to drop to the floor and scream, but he couldn't fall from Puck's grasp, and he couldn't make any sound. He was paralyzed with fear. His face was going to be next, he knew it.

Puck saw the fear in Blaine's face, and something weird came over him. He felt… bad. Puck knew he had to be losing his mind, but he couldn't help but let Blaine go. And when he did, Blaine simply slid down the wall to the floor.

"Look dude, I'm so-" Puck stopped. Blaine's face was right in front of his dick. Pucks mind immediately shot back to when he had kissed Kurt. And how good it had felt. And how it made his body feel. And before he knew it, he was getting hard.

With Blaine right here. At eye level with his penis.

Blaine noticed where he was, and then noticed Puck's appendage in front of him. He couldn't decide what to do, so he just sat there, his eyes shut tightly. Blaine didn't want to wait to see where this was going. He had a terrible feeling about what was coming next. This had put one of his best friends in the hospital a few years ago. .

Puck immediately ran to get his towel, and made himself decent. After doing so, and having just recalled all of the things he did, Puck had calmed down and walked back over to Blaine.

"Anderson..."

Blaine shook his head 'no.'

Puck frowned. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. Blaine was so scared, he wouldn't even open his eyes. It's not like Puck was going to rape him or anything, Puck wasn't going to force him to do anything. He just wanted to talk. And he hoped Blaine was willing to listen.

"Listen, Anderson. I'm only gonna say this once. OK?"

Blaine didn't know what to do. If he didn't listen, Puck would probably kick his ass for real this time. But he didn't want to... to do this. But, the more he thought, the more he blew things out of proportion, and realized, that if Puck was going to do what he thought was going to do, it didn't matter what Blaine wanted.

So he did the only thing he could think to do.

Jumping up, Blaine tried his best to run out of the locker room. But he was caught by the shoulder, and that was when instinct took over.

Blaine had seen what had happened to his friend, and he was not going to let it happen to him. As soon as he felt Puck's grasp, Blaine spun around and threw a deadly right hook to the side of Puck's face, sending the other boy to the ground.

Clutching at his face, Puck cried out in pain. "WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, ANDERSON?!"

Still, cautiously backing away, Blaine spoke. "I... I said n... no. What's wr... wrong with you?"

Finally letting go of his face, Puck stumbled back to his feet, holding his towel in place with one hand.

"What the fuck are you talking about! All I wanted to do was talk you jackass!"

Blaine suddenly felt horrible. He began to think that maybe he read the situation wrong. Very wrong.

"Wait... so... you weren't gonna try and..."

"AND WHAT?!"

The sudden volume in Puck's voice caused Blaine to tremble. The fear was coming back.

"You know..." he said. The rest was barely a whisper. "Rape me?"

"WHAT!" Puck couldn't believe his ears. What was going on? Did everyone think that he was gay now? And even if he was, which he sure as fuck wasn't, he wouldn't be a rapist!

Puck suddenly lost all desire to speak to Blaine.

"Get out," he demanded.

"I'm sorry abo..."

"OUT!"

Blaine made a swift exit from the locker room, leaving Puck to stew in his rage for a while before calming down enough to shower and get dressed. Once he did, he threw all of his stuff in his bag and headed out to his truck. Once he made it to the parking lot, he noticed someone leaning against said truck, and began to get irritated all over again. Who did people think they were? Assuming he was a gay rapist, punching him, and now...leaning on his truck? He quickened his pace in order to tell the person off, but, as he walked up beside his vehicle, he realized that this wasn't just anyone. This was Blake.

Almost instantly, Puck put on his smug smirk, and went to work.

"Hey, Beautiful."

He didn't really know what type of response to expect from the girl, but he certainly wasn't expecting her to throw a punch and hit him square in the nose.

Puck stumbled back, tears pooling in his eyes from the sting running through his face.

Looking up in disbelief, Puck pleaded for an explanation with his eyes.

And he got it.

"So you're gay, huh?!"

Remember this chapter? This was possibly my biggest mistake in the entire first version. I feel that this rewrite is much better, and less offensive. Hope you guys liked!

Jae.

(PS: I hope you can see the new direction of the story kind of...)