Puck didn t really know what to expect when he arrived ten minutes early at the front door of The Crow.

And really ten minutes means a lot when you're Noah Puckerman, because Noah Puckerman is NEVER too early for anything.

He was just a little anxious to hear Kurt sing, because when he asked Rachel about it she said the same thing as Mercedes. "Kurt is amazing." She then added, "If he wasn't gay, I would ask him to make babies with me."

Puck really didn't know if he found that cute or frightening, endearing or repulsive. He didn't know how to react to it at all. So he let out a weird laugh and changed the subject.

Now he was here, waiting for said 'amazing' boy, looking at his watch for probably the umpteenth time already.

Really, the bouncers were even watching him suspiciously, even after he told them he was waiting for someone.

Then he heard his name called and the boy ran up to him. A very stunning looking boy to be honest. But Puck didn't think that way about guys.

Nope. He totally didn't.

"Sorry I'm late," Kurt panted, hanging over a little and leaning on his knees to catch his breath.

"You're not too late," Puck answered, his eyes on his watch, "You're just in time." Kurt looks up at him with a confused look, but Puck just shrugged and gestured to the door of the club, "Shall we then?"

Kurt straightened, wiped his bangs out of his face and smiled. "We shall."

Walking into the club, Puck found himself surprised that Kurt would even go to a place like this. It was completely weird and there wasn t a soul he recognized from school. But, wait... That's it!

There's no one from school so Kurt wouldn't feel embarassed or get harassed by someone because these people only know him from seeing him occasionally here or in town or in the city.

"I have to go backstage and get ready," Kurt said. I asked John to keep a table free for you in the front of the performing stage, so I'll wave him over now."

Before Puck could reply, Kurt waved at someone and the guy immediately came over to them, smiling at Kurt.

Kurt smiled back politely, "John, this is the guy I've told you about. Can you lead him to his table? I have to get backstage. The guys are probably waiting for me and getting nervous already."

John gave him a smile, then showed Puck to his table as Kurt rushed off.

"First time you're here?" John asked as he watched Puck's eyes dart around the room as they walked.

Puck nodded, "Yeah. It is. First time I'll hear Hu- I mean, Kurt, sing."

John chuckled, "It's ok to call him Hummel. I call him that sometimes too. And boy, are you in for a surprise. Actually, so is Kurt."

They arrived at the table and Puck frowned as he sat down.

"What do you mean?"

John smiled and winked at Puck, "You'll see."

Before Puck could say another word, John was gone, back to his bar to do his duty.

-..-

"About time that you showed up, boy."

"Mercedes?" Kurt asked, confused as he entered the room where he and his band always waited before their performances. "What are you doing here? Who's holding the shop open?"

"Blaine is," Mercedes answered happily, "So you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Kurt let out a little sigh of relief. That was at least something good about this situation.

"You still haven't answered what you're doing here."

"I'm here to sing with you."

"What?" Kurt nearly screamed as his hands flew up in the air. "Oh no, 'Cedes. No, no, NO. We are NOT doing that song and that's final."

"You do know Noah Puckerman is Jewish, right?"

"I'm aware of that, yes."

"Why not sing a song from a Jewish artist then?"

"I don't think Puck is a big fan of Adam Lambert's music..."

"Oh, but he will like it when he hears you sing it." She raised her hand to stop him from giving any sort of comment then waved to the boys of his band. "Come on, boys. We have a show to do. You come along too, Kurt. I can't sing without you in front of your childhood crush."

Kurt watched in shock as the guys followed Mercedes out of the room, all giving him an apologetic smile.

He quickly rushed after them, calling out to Mercedes.

"He is NOT my childhood crush!"

The only response he got was a laugh and Kurt rolled his eyes.

Then he ducked his head to hide his blush.

Damn, why, and how, did that girl know him so well?