Diary of a Closet Case: Sophomore Year

by PucKurt4ever

Puck's mom gives him a journal and tells him he has to write in it. Reluctantly, Puck writes in it and writes about his times during his sophomore year and eventually in two different journals, his Junior and Senior years, and also about himself and a special someone he first thinks he hates but later finds out he loves. PucKurt (Currently on Hiatus)

4. 8-16

8/16

Hey Awesomeness,

Sorry I haven't written in you for two days but you should get used to that. I'm probably only going to write in you when I have something really interesting I want to write in you or I'm just bored like I am now.

So, Friday. It was an okay day. I didn't see much of Hummel other than when I dumped him in the dumpster that morning. Actually, let me correct that. I wasn't the one that threw him in there. It was fat ass Dave Karofsky, our team's offensive tackle. It pissed me off so much, just as much as when Finnessa steps in.

I didn't confront Karofsky on it though. I've seen the way he looks at Hummel and it for some reason pisses me off. I don't like it and it gives me the fucking creeps! I don't know if you've ever had someone look at you like he wants to fucking eat you but I haven't, not even the girl's have given me that intense of looks.

I waited beside the dumpster, listening for the sounds of Hummel getting out. I don't know why I wanted to wait for him but I did. Maybe it had something to do with Karofsky being a total creep and I had to make sure he hadn't, like, rapped Hummel or something. I don't know.

After a while I didn't hear him get out and it scared me a little. I hopped up onto the side and looked down to see him just lying there with red rimmed eyes and dried tear tracks on his cheeks.

"You crying Hummel?" I asked, drawing his attention to me.

His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head as he sat up. "I wasn't!" he snapped back but his horse voice deceived him.

I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. "Lies get you nowhere, you know," I told him with a teasing smile as I rested my chin on my arms as I looked down at him.

He glared at me as he stood up uneasily on the squishy trash filled bags. "What're you doing talking to me anyway? Aren't you afraid you'll catch my supposed disease?" he asked icily.

I shrugged. "Nah. I'm not homophobic like every other douche is this school," I told him honestly as I watched him curiously.

I'd often wondered what he did in the trash after I threw him in. Some of the other guys probably thought he jerked off or something after having been touched by us but I thought differently. I wondered whether he waited to clean himself off until after he got out or did it while in there, or if he ever cried like he had just been. That only got me wondering whether he did it on a daily bases.

I watched as he picked pieces of garbage from his clothes, a beige button up shirt under a creamy yellow tank with a dark red tie and a pair of dark skinny jeans. He must have noticed me staring because the next thing I knew he was asking me in an irritated voice, "Is there something I can help you with Puckerman?"

"Just wondering if you cry in the dumpster daily," I responded nonchalantly.

His eyes flicked up to me as his movements stilled while he frowned and glared at me. "I wasn't crying," He denied angrily.

"Lie to me all you want Hummel, I know what I saw," I said with a smile before jumping down.

I put my hands in my red letterman jacket pockets as I walked away from the dumpster. I wasn't happy with knowing that he cried because of Karofsky. I wanted to make him cry, that was one of my sole purposes for bullying him. Though, when I saw his tear stained face and red rimmed eyes, it made my heart clench weirdly, almost like I didn't like it. It was weird.

Later I was in bio 2 when I saw him again. We were suppose to pick partners for a lab we were doing and I had been five minutes late so I got paired with the only person left: Hummel. I kind of felt bad for him, that no one wanted to be his lab partner. I could tell by his eyes that it hurt to not be wanted.

Our lab was to check to see if the straightness or curviness of a person's spine affected their posture. We were first to check each other's spines to see if they were straight or curvy then to have them walk in a straight line with a book on their head and see if it stayed. The theory was supposed to be that if we had good posture, the book would stay.

I didn't really understand how our spines and posture had anything to do with Biology. Our teacher had explained to us that it had to do with our genetics effected small things like posture. Still didn't make sense to me but I wasn't going to argue. I didn't want a bad grade just because I didn't think that our lab was very biology based.

I'd volunteered first to have my spine checked. Hummel rolled his eyes and said he didn't care as long as I didn't mess anything up. I smirked as I slipped my shirt off. Hummel had been looking off to where Finnessa was with Q. when I'd taken my shirt off so when he turned his head back to me, his eyes widened in surprise and he inhaled sharply. I didn't miss the up and down glance he gave my chest, it causing me to smirk wider.

"Puckerman!" Our biology 2 teacher yelled angrily. "Put your shirt back on!"

I turned to him with an innocent smile, not missing the giggles I got from the girl population of our bio 2 class and the way most of them looked me up and down just as Hummel had done. I noticed Quinn was one of them. Score 2 for Puckerman, 1 for Finnessa.

"What?" I asked innocently. "I'm just doing as you asked."

"I didn't tell you to take your shirt off. I said to have your spine shape checked," He growled.

"Which is what we're doing, right Hummel?" I looked at him and gave him a look that told him to agree.

"Huh?" Hummel asked as he snapped out of his daze. He had been staring at my shirtless-ness again. "Oh, yeah. His spine is…" I felt him run a finger over my spine, causing a shiver to run down my back. "Curvy. It dips down in the middle like a normal spine."

The teacher gave me an annoyed look as I smiled back at him slyly. "Alright, fine. Now that you have your data, you can put your shirt back on," he said and turned back to supervising the other students.

I turned back to Hummel as I grabbed my shirt and slipped it on. His cheeks were flushed and I'm sure that he was embarrassed about looking at me while I was shirtless and felt awkward around me. I didn't care. Making a scene was just a part of being me. I had to do it.

"What's the matter Hummel? Never seen a guy shirtless before?" I asked teasingly in a hushed voice.

His eyes widened again in surprise as his head snapped up, his blush darkening. "Y-you saw that?" he asked nervously.

I stretched my arms up over my head, shirt riding up a bit. "My magic stud third eye lets me see all who look at my hot bod'," I said smugly with a smirk. I looked back at him. "Even the fairies like you."

Hummel's surprised expression quickly dropped to a frown and he glared at me. Guess the fairy comment ticked him off. Oh well. "If you're through complementing yourself I would like to move on."

"Alright Hummel, calm down," I said and grabbed the clip board that held our sheet with a chart on it with 'curvy' written in Kurt's neat girly handwriting in the box labeled, 'Spine shape' while sitting down on one of the metal lab stools.

I looked at him as I waited for him to turn around or do something so I could check his spine shape. His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at me in confusion. "You gonna let me check your spine or are you just going to stand there like a statue?" I asked him.

Hummel's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Oh, right," He said and turned around where he stood a foot in front of me.

I sighed and stood up from the metal lab stool. I walked the few steps over to him and lifted the back of his shirt up, making him jump. "Cool it." I snapped in a whisper. "I don't need you being all jumpy."

I turned my attention back to his back. My eyes ran up and down his back, I thought it'd be a little too much if I touched him and I wasn't about to freak him out by doing that, and nodded my head in satisfaction when I saw it was normal – curved not straight.

I was about to pull his shirt back down when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a large purplish-yellowish bruise running across the side of his ribs to who knows how far along his chest. It startled me and instantly I wondered if it happened because of the dumpster dives I'd been giving him.

"Dude, what happened?" I asked, gently running my right hand's knuckles over the spot.

Hummel flinched away and turned around, his hands pulling at his shirt insistently as he tried to hide the bruise but it was too late, I'd already seen it.

"It's nothing," He said softly, his eyes downcast to the shiny gray speckled white tiled floor.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really Hummel? Didn't I tell you not to lie?" I asked in annoyance. I was getting frustrated with him being so closed off and the attitude he was giving me. Though, I guess being his bully for the last seven years didn't put me very high on his trust list.

"It's really nothing," he insisted, "I just… fell down the stairs this morning."

I gave Hummel a look that let him know I wasn't buying his bull shit. How do I know it was bull shit? Well, because I've fallen down stairs before – my house is a small two story – and I've never gotten a bruise like that from it. I've even fallen down a couple of the concrete stairs in the quad and the bruise wasn't as big as that one. I knew something, someone, had to have caused it.

I could also tell he was lying because of his body language. Down cast gaze that wouldn't meet mine for even a second, quiet voice that had a quiver of uncertainty to it that only that of a liar's had, and the way his hands kept playing with the cuffs of his shirt. They were all signs of a nervous liar.

"Okay, I'm going to call bull shit on that," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Hummel's head snapped up in surprise and his expression instantly morphed into that of irritation. Somebody wasn't happy he'd been found out. "Not even concrete steps can cause a bruise like that. Now tell me, who did it."

"Why? So you can congratulate them?" he asked snappily, his eyes hardened in an icy glare that I knew all too well and was used to.

"Just tell me Hummel. Or at least tell me what they did," I begged with a sigh. Really, his bitchiness was really irritating and was getting old.

Hummel gave me an uneasy look as he thought over it. I didn't blame the kid for not trusting me. I wouldn't trust me either after what I've put him through but I'd trust me a lot more and a lot sooner than I would someone like Karofsky or Azimio because those two have done a lot worse to him than I had.

One of the things they did was throw pee balloons at him; them and the rest of the team – even Finnessa. I was there but I stood at the back of the group and threw them shallowly so that none of them hit him. I mean, dude, that's just disgusting and downright cruel. It's fucking piss! I'm not going to throw balloons full of piss at some kid in the name of a homophobic gay protest.

Another thing was during the summer, they nailed his furniture to the roof. Now, Finnessa and I weren't there cause we were at this football camp over the summer so for once, I wasn't a part of any of the outrageous parts of his bullying. I probably would have skipped out on it any way even though the thought of doing such a fun and dangerous prank sounded very tempting.

"This morning," Hummel began shakily, which kind of surprised me a little bit.

Hummel is the kind of person that doesn't take crap from anybody and I wouldn't admit this to any of my teammates but I respect him greatly for being that kind of person. It takes courage to be able to walk down these halls with your head held high after so many people have humiliated you and tried to bring you down and make you feel like you're nothing.

Hummel is and always will be the #2 biggest badass this school will ever see; me being #1. Sure Santana is the top bitch and that girl on the wrestling team is tough but Hummel's in a whole other category. He takes crap from everybody just for being who he is, he stays strong and never lets any of us see that we've gotten to him, and he never gives up and calls it quiets.

I guess you could say that that is also another reason why I pick on him. I feel threatened by him and feel like if I don't knock him down a few pegs he'll get above me and I'll be the one being picked on. I often feel helpless without my popularity and fear factor and it scares me that Hummel could take that away. If it wasn't for his sexuality, he'd be right up there with me on the popularity scale, or maybe even slightly above me.

"Your jock friends cornered me and decided to beat me with a metal baseball bat before throwing me in the dumpster," he spat, sounding almost like he was blaming me, the one that wasn't even there, for the incident.

My eyes widened and I took a sharp inhale of air. 'They did what!?' I took a step closer to him, getting real close. His eyes widened and he tried to move away but I grabbed the end of his shirt before he could.

"Who started it?" I asked in an angry growl, my eyes blazing with anger. 'Those idiots! Hummel's my target. How dare they hurt what's mine!'

When I first thought that thought, it hadn't registered what it really meant until later and it scared the fucking shit out of me. Hummel wasn't mine, no way. Sure he was my victim but it's not like I owned him. Still, those dumbasses should've known that they don't bully my victim like that.

"I-I can't say," He stammered, eyes round with slight fear towards me that was overshadowed by fear for someone else.

My grip tightened on his shirt. "Tell me who started it." I demanded harshly.

"Why do you care?" Hummel suddenly asked. "It's not like you wouldn't have done something similar."

I was caught off guard by the statement. I pulled away from him, my hand dropping down to my side. Did he really believe I'd beat him with a bat? I'd never do that, not to him, not to anyone. Was that the kind of person he thought I was? What everyone thought I was?

"I'm not homophobic," I stated firmly, "I wouldn't do that."

Hummel rolled his eyes. "Sure you wouldn't," he said sarcastically, "Says the guy that tosses me in a dumpster, throws slushies and pee balloons at me, and shoves me into a locker bank."

"Hey! I didn't throw those balloons at you, Hummel," I defended myself. "Mine never touched you."

"Now I see why Finn has the quarterback position instead of you. Your arm sucks," He said with a sneer and a chuckle.

I glared at him, my hands curling into fists by my side as anger started to boil up inside me but I tried my hardest to contain it. "Shut it Hummel. I'm trying to be nice to you for once and here you are making fun of me. I don't like it," I said angrily.

His chuckling subsided and he lifted his gaze to give a cold stare. "Yeah well, I don't like being thrown in a dumpster, being shoved into lockers, having grotesque and sticky, ice cold, liquids thrown at me, and having homophobic slurs shouted at me every day because I'm different. Doesn't mean it's going to change," he responded before turning back to our lab.

For once I was awestruck but what Hummel had said. I couldn't believe that courageous, fearless Kurt Hummel was openly admitting that the bullying towards him and possibly every other openly gay kid that came to this school will never end. It shocked me that the person I believed was so hopeful and determined was slowly losing what I believed he held great value for.

I chuckled slightly as I stuck my hands in my jean's pockets while shaking my head at Hummel. He looked over his shoulder at me in annoyance with an ice cold glare.

"What? Did I say something funny?" he asked crossly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just never knew you were the type of kid that gave up," I admitted shamelessly, "guess I was wrong about you."

Hummel turned around sharply. "You think I'm giving up? On what?" He asked "Glee? School?"

"You," I interrupted. "You're proud to be different, I and everyone else can see that, but what you just said about the bullying changing made me think you were giving up on proving that just because you're different doesn't mean you're any less than everyone else."

My words seemed to have shut Hummel up because he just looked down at the ground for a good while. I hoped they'd struck a nerve because really, bullying a kid that didn't fight back, even if it was just silently, was for one, boring, and then also just useless. I would have nothing to knock him down for if he was doing it all himself.

"I'm not giving up. I just feel that it's useless hoping for it all to change," he admitted in a whisper. "I've been holding my head high and showing all of you that what you do has no affect on me but after a while. It gets tiring and it makes you lose all hope."

I scoffed. "So what? You'd rather give up than keep fighting to give the other kids that are like you a chance at a bully free time in high school?" I asked, giving him a hard stare.

"It's not as easy as it sounds Puckerman!" He snapped weakly. "Day after day of punishments for what? Being different? Well here's some news for you and your little friends, everyone is different. Not just me. Everyone."

Suddenly, the bell rang. I looked up at the ceiling before sighing. Hummel collected his belongings while the teacher told us loudly that we'd continue our lab on Friday. I watched him, a little irritated that the bell had rung. We were having such a deep conversation that I'd hoped I'd get into that mind of his, but as I thought about it, I knew that if I did that, he'd be getting into my head as well and I didn't want that. I'd have to stop bullying him for doing that and I wasn't about to let that happen.

"Your bat beating was why you were crying in the dumpster this morning, wasn't it?" I asked knowingly. I already knew the answer to that but it would be good to hear him confirm it.

Hummel stopped his movements, looking down at his bio stuff. "I wasn't crying," He finally said bitterly, picking his stuff up and walking past me to the door.

I chuckled softly as I shook my head at him. "Whatever you say Hummel," I said softly as I turned and left.

"Hello~ Hummel!" I greeted him in a sing-song-y voice as I slid down on top of the black table he was sitting at in the next class we shared, Geometry, a smirk on my face as I looked down at him.

Hummel glared at me with an unhappy/annoyed frown. "Can I help you Puckerman?"

"Why yes. Yes you can," I answered with a growing smirk.

Hummel turned back to the notebook he had out and continued to write down the notes that were on the chalkboard with one of those brightly colored pens with fuzzy ends that all the girls are obsessed with right now. "If it's free sex or a free blow job I'm sorry you've come to the wrong person. I think one of the cheerios is in the classroom next door. You could go ask her," he suggested.

I gave him a fake disappointed look. "That's too bad. I was really looking forward to it." Hummel glared at me out of the corner of his eye, causing me to breakout in a fit of chuckles. "I'm kidding Hummel, …Maybe." I added at the end, earning me another glare.

Hummel sighed crossly and turned to face me. "If you've nothing better to do then bother me than I suggest you stop before I cut off you're favorite appendage," He threatened.

I shrugged. Hummel's threats didn't have an effect on me anymore. "Fine Hummel. I'll leave you alone. Don't want you to start crying." I smirked at the ending of my sentence.

"I wasn't crying Puckerman. What's it going to take to get that through your thickheaded Neanderthal brain of yours?"

I smirked as I slid off of the top of his table, the bell ringing loudly to signal that it was time for class to start. "Just admit to it and I'll stop."

"There's nothing to admit to Puckerman so you're wasting your time," He called after me as I walked to the back of the room to sit at my desk/table.

The teacher eventually came in about a minute or two after the bell rang and started class, teaching us about the area of a parallelogram or something or other in a very boring voice. After the somewhat quick lesson he gave us time to do our homework. The class was busy getting their work done so they didn't have to do it over the weekend and the teacher did whatever at his desk. Like everyone else Hummel was doing his work. Goody-two-shoes. I didn't do my work. I saw no point in it. I always pass my math classes with flying colors without doing my homework so doing it was a waste of time. Time that I could be spending fucking Lopez or cougars or whoever.

I thought about how Hummel wanted me to stop bugging him about the crying thing but come on. It's fucking hilarious getting his little gay panties in a bunch, and it's fun doing it. I looked down at the math binder I had full of paper, a smirk curling at my lips as an idea popped into my head.

I wrote down a quick, short message on the paper – You cried – before ripping it out and balling it up. I threw it at Hummel, using the back of his head as a target, and smirked when it hit my target spot on. Instantly his hand flew to the back of his head before he turned around to glare at me. I smiled at him innocently and gave him a little wave. He glared at me before bending down to pick up the paper wad.

Hummel undid the paper ball and read the message, a frown on his face as he did so. He grabbed his fluffy ended pen, wrote a response on it, and then threw it back at me. It was a pretty good throw for Hummel 'cause it ended up hitting me in the forehead. Who knew Fairy Boy Hummel had an arm and decent accuracy.

I read over his response, chuckling softly to myself at how the ink from his pen was glittery and pink, reminding me of him. His response was, as expected, I did no such thing. I grabbed my pencil and wrote back, Liar, liar tight ass gay pants on fire.

This time when it came back it said, the only thing on fire is that imagination of yours because it's blazing like crazy right now.

I chuckled as it response as I wrote down my own. I never really knew Hummel had a sense of humor and I told him just that. Who knew you had a sense of humor Hummel. I always thought you had a permanent stick up your ass – homosexual pun not intended unless you want it to be.

I watched Hummel read my answer this time and what I saw made me raise an eyebrow at him. He started reading it and then all of a sudden he froze with widened eyes and a tight grip on the paper. After a minute or so of being frozen he hastily wrote down on the paper before throwing it harshly at me.

I didn't get his behavior to what I said until I read his response, I'm NOT gay. I tried not to laugh at his response but you had to admit, it was fucking hilarious. Did he really not think he was 'cause please, the kid wears girls clothes for fucks sack and does his hair up all nice every day. Tell me that doesn't scream gay to you.

Then it hit me. He was denying it. Kurt Hummel, Fair Boy of McKinley, is in the closet, or at least he thinks he is. I couldn't believe it, just like I couldn't believe he was giving up. Hummel was denying who he was.

Sourly, I crumpled up the paper.

Suddenly, my second biggest reason for bullying Hummel was all a lie. He wasn't a real badass because he wasn't being who he was. I felt as if my biggest hero of all time had done something horrible and let me down. It was horrible and it left me sour for the rest of the day. Anybody who got in my way was going to be met with a serious amount of Puck anger.

So, yeah, the rest of my day until football practice was complete crap. I slushied the whole Glee club, that gay ass singing club that only has five members in it, and made sure that the rest of my bullying buds were with me when I slushied Hummel so he and I both knew he got it extra hard.

As you can tell I was really pissed off at him. He won't tell me fucking shit, after I've been nice to him for the whole morning, and he crushes my belief of him being a total badass by denying his obvious sexuality. It just pisses me off.

Then throughout the whole day I had sex with Santana. We did it about five times – three during lunch, one in the middle of the day, and once before practice followed by a pleasing blow job. It's really too bad I couldn't get rid of my tension through sex. Oh well.

After practice I was still a little pissed. Running, lifting weights, and doing drills did help relieve most of it though. To try and get rid of what little anger I still had left before I went home I decided to throw footballs at the freshman wide receiver we had. Stupid ass kid just stood there and took it! Dumbass.

I was through my fourth ball and was getting my fifth when Coach yelling at Finnessa caught my attention. He seemed pretty angry at him, which never happens, and I stood there and watched them. I picked up on what Coach was saying. Something about how he didn't want to hear it and how he's a football player and not a singer? I don't know, it just confused me, but also got me thinking. Did Hudson join Glee Club? I always kinda suspected him of having homosexual tendencies but that whole thing with Hummel "looking" at him while he's in the shower mostly killed that.

Finnessa walked away from Coach looking a little… down I guess you could say. I don't have a better word for what he looked like other than… down.

"Hey," I said as I caught up to him, "What's going on?"

"Oh, I have to miss practice on Saturday afternoon," He explained, "It's, uh, my mom! I have to help her, uh, cook and, uh, do things."

I furrowed my eyebrows together as I listened to him. It sounded like he was making an excuse. I've heard that line before, I've used it, and all the 'uh's made it obvious.

"Why?" I asked, deciding to play dumb.

"She just had… surgery," he said.

"What kinda surgery?"

I could tell I caught Finnessa off guard by asking further but this was too good. Surgery? Dude, you never use the surgery card. One, people will ask your mom how she's feeling if they see her and then go into detail about her having surgery. Two, if you give faulty details you'll get caught.

"She, uh, had to have her, uh… prostate out."

I shook my head while laughing on the inside. Prostate!? God damn, can Finnessa be any stupider? You'd think he'd at least know that only guys have prostates but whatever; guess not. Once again Finnessa has proven that he was dropped on his head as a baby.

"That's a tough break," I said with a sympathetic look on my face.

Finnessa nodded his head rapidly. "Yeah. It's… engorged…."

So Saturday came, as you can tell, and I gathered up the boys so we could spy on Finnessa.

"Okay dudes," I said on the phone that morning as I loaded up my paint ball gun with fresh paint balls, "we're skipping practice today. Finnessa's doing something else today and I want to find out what it is. I think it has something to do with Homo-Explosion cause yesterday I heard Coach yelling at him about how he's a football player and not a singer. I asked him what was up and he told me his mom had to have surgery because her prostate was engorged."

"Aw, that sucks bro," Azimio said sympathetically on the other end. "I think my great grandma died from that."

I rolled my eyes with a scuff. "Dude, chicks don't have prostates. It's a dude thing."

"How do you know?" Karofsky asked suspiciously.

I didn't want to tell them that I already knew that cause my mom's a nurse but they don't need to know that, totally not badass. "I looked it up. I wasn't convinced that that was why Finnessa is skipping practice," I explained.

"Do we really need to do this?" Azimio asked. "My daddy says we suck and I'd really like to practice so we can get better."

I groaned in frustration. "Don't you get it? He broke the rules. Rule says that popular kids can't do loser kid things, and he's trying to break it by joining Homo-Explosion and what not." I took a deep breath as I decided that I needed to pull the big card to ensure that they agreed to help me. "What if he turns gay while in there? Are we going to let that happen? Not on my watch. Not while I'm his best bro."

"So what're we doing?" Trevor, our sophomore wide receiver, asked.

I made the reloading sound with my paint ball gun loudly so everyone on the other ends could hear it before saying with a smirk, "Grab you're paint ball guns, dudes. We're going hunting."

I followed Finnessa to the place they were meeting, Carmel High School, in my beat up, old, rusting, chipped paint covered, red truck that's a total piece of crap. I called the dudes after I found out where they were and they met up with me later.

I got out of my truck with my paint ball gun in hand. "'Kay dudes, this is the plan. We're going to wait around the corner to the parking lot for Finnessa. When he comes round we corner him and then shot the shit outta him. Got that?"

They all nodded their heads with evilly looking smirks on their faces, some loading their guns. I smirked at them and then turned to lead them to the spot where we'd be waiting. We stood there with our guns in hand for about half an hour before Finnessa eventually showed up.

"Chicks don't have prostates," I said loudly in an anger tinged voice. "I looked it up."

Finnessa stopped walking and looked at us all surprised. I stood in the middle of a curved line of players all holding paint ball guns loaded to the brim with the paint balls.

"You broke the rules," I told him as we approached him. "And for that, you must be punished."

Like good little lackeys, my men circled Finnessa, backing him up to the wall with our guns aimed straight at him.

"Wait. Y-you've got the power, okay?" Finnessa tried to persuade us with his hands raised in defense. "You-you don't have to do this."

I knew we had the power, I knew that all damn well, but Finnessa was going against us, his team. So, yeah, he had to be punished; by his king, which was me cause come on, I totally have most of the school bowing down to me, and his fellow soldiers, the other popular guys on the football team. If Finnessa wanted to be on top he had to act like it and go back to where he belonged, or else he'd go down to the bottom and I'd leave him there. I wasn't going to let him take me down with him. I wouldn't be able to take being on the bottom.

We clicked our guns, held them up, and fired round after round of paint balls at him until a high pitched voice broke through the loud sound of the paint balls hitting Finnessa.

"Stop it!" Hummel screamed from the outside of the circle.

"Cease fire," I ordered loudly before turning to Hummel as he looked at us with wide disbelieving eyes.

"What do you think you're doing to him?" Hummel asked as he broke threw he circle and looked at Finnessa's green paint covered clothes.

"Get out of the way Faggot unless you wish to be our next target," I heard Karofsky growl threateningly.

Hummel turned his eyes to me, silently pleading that I let him and Finnessa go. I could also see behind it the slight fear that lay there after what Karofsky said. I dropped his burning gaze and looked to his clothing covered side. The bruises would still be there and I didn't want him to get even more hurt. We were here for Finnessa, not Hummel, so there was no need to hurt him as well.

I lifted my gaze back to lock with his.

"Let's get outta here guys. Finnessa's had enough," I said, still holding Hummel's gaze.

"Nah, dude," Azimio said, "it just got good. We can shoot the Fairy too."

I watched Hummel stiffen and inhale sharply. I glanced at the other guys and they all looked like they agreed with Azimio and looked excited to be able to shoot both Finnessa and Hummel. It made me angry that Azimio was trying to go against me, the leader of this shootout, and I was not about to tolerate that.

"We're here for Finnessa, remember?" I reminded them as I gave them all an intense look. I looked back to Hummel. I wasn't going to let them hurt him for no reason. They could do that at school but not then. Not after what happened a day ago.

"We get that, man, but why not shoot the Fairy?" Karofsky asked. "He interfered so he should be punished for that."

I glanced at the others as they once again agreed with the other top bullies, and I cursed them for making a point. They were right, in a sickening way, and if I let Hummel go without a decent explanation, they'd think I was going soft or something. I'd lose my status as king and lose my followers. I couldn't let that happen.

I cocked my gun and aimed it straight at Hummel. His eyes widened and he quickly covered his face as I shoot the first ball at him, leading the others to start shooting at him also. I'd used a lot of my paint balls on Finnessa so I quickly ran out, and after that I stood back and watched with a heavy heart as Hummel was pelted by the green paint filled balls.

'I'm sorry Hummel,' I said to him silently as the last few paint balls were shot at him.

"Damn, all out," Azimio said disappointedly as he looked at his gun sadly. He looked then to the rest of the guys and said with a jerk of his head towards the parking lot, "Come on guys. Let's get outta here."

They all followed Azimio out to the parking lot while I stood there looking at a paint covered Hummel. Finnessa had hastily run off after the first shot was thrown Hummel's way.

"I'm never getting this stuff out," I heard him mumble miserably to himself as I approached him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked him in what sounded like an almost growl. "That shooting was for Finnessa not you."

He looked up at me before dropping my gaze with a sigh. "I was trying to be a hero. Finn was always mine so I thought that-."

"That what?" I interrupted harshly. "That he'd fall in love with you if you saved him? I don't care that you're not ready to tell anyone about your damn sexuality Hummel but I know what you are. You're a fag that loves my best friend and this whole thing is just pissing me off. Leave him alone. He doesn't and will never love you!"

I turned away from Hummel. I didn't want to unleash more of my anger on him but he's just so… fucking unbelievable! He had no right stepping in like that. He had no right in being so damn awesome that I let my guard down and he saw Noah. I was Puck and Puck doesn't do nice.

"That was the last time you're ever going to see Noah so I hope you enjoyed it Hummel cause come Monday, you're bullying just got worse," I called over my shoulder as I walked back to my truck.