A/N: So once again I will apologize for the wait between chapters. It looks like logistically I can crank out a chapter every week to week and a half. I was hoping to have at least 1 a week and more like 3 every two weeks but that just doesn't seem to be happeneing.

The upside is that I am so loving this story from a creative stance. I have so many ideas and I can't wait to share them all with you. I hope you are strapped in because this is not ending anytime soon. There will be plenty more sexual tension, angst, eventually some hurt and comfort, and even some fluffy goodness if I can get our babies there!

I hope you all are as excited and entracned as I am. Thanks for sticking around this long and I hope you enjoy! Love you all!

Chapter 4:

It had all started so well. Puck was on the couch next with his arm around the smaller boy, it would have been a very casual looking scene to anyone else but both Puck and Kurt could feel the tension that was practically radiating in the room. Neither person was aware of what the show they were watching was about. The program had changed three times since they had sat down but, honestly, this wasn't about watching TV so it didn't matter. Puck had started out in his usual position half sprawled out on the couch while Kurt pressed lightly to his side.

After too long of simply sitting together, Puck made a joke to open up a conversation. It led to both boys horsing around on the couch as they grew closer and closer physically. Eventually both boys were horizontal and Puck had leaned in to close the distance at the same time that the front door opened. Kurt's head immediately snapped toward the sound and he practically dove back to his side of the couch.

The moment had passed leaving Puck to wonder how exactly he had ended up in this position anyway. Kurt was a dude… right? He tried to play through the events of the day and he was left knowing really only one thing. He was more fucking confused than he had ever been before.

Earlier That Day:

When Kurt pulled into the school parking lot that morning, Puck had been leaning against his beat up truck waiting. Kurt couldn't suppress the smile that broke out on his face. He certainly wasn't used to feeling this way. Finn had beaten him down emotionally, and he was so used to equating his feelings for a boy with some kind of sadness or self hatred that this situation with Puck was throwing him off.

Kurt shut the door of his car behind him and did his best to school his emotions into a more neutral mask. While Puck was surprising him at most every turn, he wasn't about to let his guard down and become defenseless just in case the boy decided to shift back into his old ways at some point. Kurt had lived in Lima his entire life and knew better than to let himself get this way over a boy.

"I figured I'd get here early just in case you decided to test out some of those skills you think you've learned from hanging with a badass."

Puck put extra emphasis on the word think but Kurt got that he was poking fun at him and so rather than being annoying it was actually coming off as kind of cute. Puck was teasing him in a way that was significantly different from the way he used to jab at Kurt. It could almost be categorized as flirting, but Kurt quickly shot that thought out of his head and gave his best playful death glare. Kurt just hoped he had the energy to walk this tight rope without falling too hard, too far, or too fast.

"Well, now that you are here it would seem I have you to do all the work. No use in ruining my perfectly good manicure."

Kurt turned and strode past Puck hoping that the boy would follow. He did his best to keep his usual stance of superiority. His head was held high and he gave a sneer as he walked up to the building to the girl to his left who obviously had dressed in the dark today. Not let down, Puck was by his side as he strode in the doors. Mercedes was at her locker and caught sight of him coming towards her. She waved excitedly at him before her smile fell and she frowned at the boy next to him.

"Is he still following you around? I wasn't going to say anything yesterday because it was nice of him to make sure you were okay after whatever it was Karofsky did. I mean, Puck being oddly nice to you for a day is one thing but his following you around two days in a row is a little creepy," Mercedes paused and glanced at the mohawked boy before adding to her thought. "Creepy even for Puck."

"Nice to see you today, Aretha. And just so you know, I can hear you."

Normally Puck would be a little more defensive with the black chick but she was Kurt's friend and he wasn't going to risk getting back into Kurt's bad graces already just for telling her to fuck off.

"Oh, I'm fully aware that you can hear me," Mercedes said with a roll of her head and a finger flying into his face. "And just so you know if you hurt my white boy here, I will cut you. And I'll take so much pleasure in choosing just the right body part to cut off too."

Mercedes linked her arm through Kurt's and proceeded to drag him along as she walked. Puck rolled his eyes but fell into step behind them, giving him a perfect view of Kurt's ass. It was even worse than he thought it would be, and by worse he meant that it was a fucking glorious ass and it was causing him to have all kinds of confusing physical reactions. As he shoved his hands in his pockets to do his best in masking Puckzilla's growth, he leaned forward enough to be heard over the two gossiping in front of him.

"I'm just gonna go to the gym since it seems like Aretha here has got your back for now."

Puck took off without waiting for a reply towards the bathroom to get rid of his little problem. Kurt watched him go and couldn't help the way his smile faltered, but Mercedes quickly distracted his train of thought talking about Rachel and how best to derail the fashionably challenged diva's latest attempt to get the solo that would be perfect for her instead.

Once he was settled in his seat for French after bidding adieu to Mercedes, Kurt began his second morning of trying hard to pay attention to the lecture rather than get lost in thoughts of his new muscular friend and the places he would like to feel his hands.

In the bathroom Puck quickly locked the outer door after making sure the room was empty and then slammed and locked the stall door shut. He was relieved to find the room empty but he still wanted as much privacy as possible. As he flipped the lid for the seat down, he groaned out his frustrations. He was a teenage boy, so it wasn't like he had never jacked off before, but this wasn't a reaction to Santana teasing him or some Cheerio flirting with him. This time it was all as a result of Kurt Hummel, a dude. Well, kind of. Maybe.

That was part of why this was so fucking messed up. There was something about Hummel that almost made it okay for Puck to stare at his ass. Whatever it was though Puck couldn't exactly tell and so he tried to push away thoughts of Hummel's perfectly shaped ass and he pulled up some of his usual fantasies. He pictured Santana in her Cheerios uniform, or more specifically just the skirt. He pictured her writhing above him while she looked down on him. He got sidetracked when the thought of her looking down on him figuratively turned into thoughts of how she had literally been looking down on him since his release from juvie.

After shaking off that image he decided to switch speeds and remember what it was like with Quinn that night last year. She had been looking at him with such want and desire. She was so angelic and needy. He remembered how she started off shaking slightly but then how she was the one to reach out and pull him towards her with such desire. It felt so good to be wanted, to be needed, but suddenly she was pushing him away and getting off the couch. In his mind Quinn now wore a sick smile and was tightening her hair back into the standard high pony all the Cheerio's wore.

"Now who's the insecure and needy one?" Quinn laughed and walked off leaving Puck to stare after here miserably.

Puck shook off that image as well only to close his eyes needing to find something to give him release. In his mind he was on a couch. He felt Puckzilla at attention in his pants and he reached down to satisfy his own needs. He was a badass and he didn't need to picture some hot chick just to get off.

He stroked himself both in the stall and in his own mind. After a moment though, he wasn't alone on that couch in his imagination. Instead, there was a familiar warmth pressing into his side. Opening his eyes in the fantasy, Puck found Kurt Hummel looking up into his face with anticipation written all over his features. Kurt's well manicure fingers crept across his chest to tweak at Puck's pierced nipple as his head came to rest upon Puck's shoulder watching the jock's hand stoke himself. Puck opened his eyes in the stall when a moan crept past his lips and he felt the relaxing wetness spread across his own hand.

As soon as the haze from his release had cleared, Puck found himself sitting with his hand still on a softening Puckzilla and a strange, new, and terrifying feeling growing in his chest. There weren't many times in his life that Puck could honestly say (but wouldn't) that felt scared; when his dad left and when he found out that Quinn was pregnant had been two of the most recent times. He had been beyond scared when he stood in the hospital watching Rachel's mother walk away with his daughter. But lately, the idea of staring over and finding someone who understood him or more likely the fear of not finding someone scared him. But realizing that the thought of Kurt Hummel touching him and watching him had gotten him off, this was a new kind of fear; and what really scared him was that he didn't hate it.

After the previous day, Kurt was expecting that Puck to walk him to his classes but he wasn't expecting the way that Puck tried to avoid looking him in the eye. The taller boy had been walking with his hands in his pockets all day and when Kurt didn't catch the mohawked teen momentarily eying him awkwardly out the corner of his eye, he was staring at the ground like it might open up at any moment and swallow him whole.

Luckily, after a couple of periods Mercedes had rejoined him to walk to lunch. Puck followed as he did yesterday but again broke off to go sit with the other glee jocks while Kurt and Mercedes walked to their usual table. Mercedes was indulging herself in some tots while also telling Kurt that Tina was now in on the plan to overthrow Rachel and take the solo for sectionals. Kurt, however, could feel a pair of eyes on his back distracting him and, telling himself that it was just wishful thinking on his part for it to be Puck looking at him, Kurt turned around to check but was pleased to see that it was in fact Noah Puckerman. He had definitely caught him staring. Kurt sharply retuned his gaze to Mercedes who was now giving him a look through her eyelashes that clearly read 'really?' Knowing that he was caught, Kurt immediately brought up how fabulous Mercedes looked today in her tight purple jeans and zebra print top, even if he had been trying to talk her out of loud animal print tops for months now.

"Really? I thought you would tell me it was too over the top like you usually do."

"Loud is the word you are looking for Cedes. Over the top isn't always a bad thing with fashion."

"Listen white boy, I doubt you know anything at all about about being on top so you'll have to forgive me if I take some risks of my own," Mercedes said playfully. Noticing the blush rising on his cheeks, Mercedes pointed at him and giggled. Kurt leaned across the table to swat her hand down as he rolled his eyes. They fell back into talking about Rachel and how they could both agree that her fashion was neither loud nor over the top but simply atrocious.

Puck had been losing his battle to not stare at Kurt throughout lunch with his buddies; not that he would ever admit to such a thing. If anyone were to ask he would say that he was staring at Santana and Brittany who were sitting with the Cheerios a couple tables over from Kurt. Ever since his time in the bathroom earlier he couldn't get the image of Kurt looking at him with such desire out of his head. He had spent all day trying to hide the hard on in his jeans while he walked Kurt to class. It was a half a day later and he wasn't any closer to feeling comfortable with his desire than he had been in that bathroom stall. As much as he didn't have a clue what to think of the images in his head and the feelings creeping around in his lower body, he knew he didn't want to stop looking at Kurt.

With all the time he had spent watching Kurt, Puck was observing new things about the fashionable teen. He'd noticed how Kurt was definitely looser when he was around Mercedes; it was almost like he started playing up the more feminine side of himself when they were together. He strutted more with her by his side and he lost the naïve, heart on display attitude he usually had. When he was with Mercedes they often talked about other people's "inferiority," as they put it. Puck couldn't help but wonder how many times the pair had talked about him with that superior attitude.

Not even twenty minutes into the lunch period and Puck was still sneaking glances over towards Kurt when he noticed Kurt lean forward to slap playfully at Aretha's hand. It was then that Kurt's sinfully tight jeans slid down a little as his top rode up giving Puck a sneak peak at the pale and incredibly smooth toned back that was exposed before his attention was drawn away by a flash of something sparkly and pink with a black waistband. Was that… Was Kurt wearing chick's underwear?

Puck was stunned, he had seen his fair share of chick's lingerie before and so he considered himself an expert on the subject. Risking another glance to confirm, Puck was slightly disappointed to see that Kurt had straightened up and resumed his conversation. With a sudden panic, Puck swept his eyes around the cafeteria. If anyone else had seen that, Kurt would be in a world of pain. Satisfied that no one appeared to be staring at the pale teen in shock, Puck found himself getting angry that Kurt was putting himself in more danger and making Puckasaurus's job even harder.

It was then that Puck realized with horror that he was also more than slightly turned on at the thought of Kurt in girl's panties and that he needed to know if what he saw was real or not. Stepping around the table quickly, Puck walked up to Kurt and Aretha's table and grabbed Kurt's arm, dragging him away despite his protestations and the threats from the black chick.

As soon as Puck had caught hold of Kurt's arm, not hard enough to leave a mark, he half dragged the boy out of the cafeteria and to the closest bathroom. Once inside Puck quickly locked the door and turned to face the boy inside who was rubbing the arm that Puck had been holding onto.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough. Are you okay?"

Kurt reluctantly brought his face up to look at Puck instead of his arm, and Puck saw genuine concern on his face. He had his hand extended out towards Kurt as if to stroke the limb he had manhandled but he was also keeping his distance as not to scare Kurt anymore.

The whole situation was highly confusing to Kurt. What could have possibly brought this on? Out of the blue, Puck had basically demanded that he follow him and then he locked them into a bathroom. Of all the ways Kurt had fantasized about being alone with Puck today, this hadn't been one of them.

"I'm fine," Kurt huffed. "Why don't you just tell me what was so important that you had to pull me through the halls in the middle of lunch? Have you finally come to your senses and decided to shove my head into a toilet?"

"What? No! I told you I'm not like that anymore. I just…" Puck didn't know what to say, he hadn't exactly thought this far into his plan. Honestly, there wasn't so much of a plan as he had an immediate desire to question Kurt about what he had seen. Now standing in the boy's bathroom with the dude… ugh, with Kurt, Puck was suddenly hit by the absurdity of the situation. I mean, how does one ask a guy if he was wearing chick's clothes?

"Well - You just what Puck?"

Kurt crossed his arms and gave his best bitch stance while the boy squirmed. It wasn't something that Kurt was used to seeing. Puck was usually a model of confidence. The only other times he could remember seeing the boy so unsure was last year performing Beth, and two nights ago when he said goodnight to his father. Kurt felt like he had the power in the room. It was the first time since he had known the other boy that he had felt he had the upper hand.

Puck figured if this played out much longer Kurt might just storm out judging by the looks he was getting right now. If he was going to say it maybe he should just get into it.

And then an idea came to him. It was less gay if he asked him as a protector right? If Puck suddenly developed an interest in Kurt's underwear it was strange and a whole lot of homo but if he came to him as the guy protecting him that he just wanted to warn him to be careful then that was just friendly. Right?

"Look dude, I-"

"Don't call me dude!" Kurt pointed his finger at Puck in a warning.

"Sorry. Look, Kurt, I'm just trying to look out for you. I can't take care of you if you aren't at least trying to be careful."

Kurt just stared at him in confusion and shock. Obviously he'd missed something because he had no clue what the taller boy was getting at.

"First of all, it would be nice if you could elucidate me on what exactly I have done to jeopardize myself. But more importantly, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way because I do appreciate everything you've done; I don't need you to protect me. I am not a damsel in distress and I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself thank you very much."

Puck knew that he had messed up. He didn't want the dude… shit; he didn't want Kurt to get defensive or offended or whatever, he was just trying to look out for him. Now he thought that Puck felt obligated or something to watch after him. That wasn't it at all; it was a two way street. Kurt could get a break from some of the shit he took every day and Puck got to feel good and change and shit.

"That's not what I meant. I don't think that you need me to watch you or anything; I just want to. I mean, I don't want to watch you, not in like a pervy kind of way. God, this is coming out all wrong." Puck tried desperately to get Kurt to understand.

Puck watched Kurt visibly relax as he uncrossed his arms and softened his stance. In fact, he had a smirk on his lips as if watching Puck squirm was entertaining. He could only imagine how funny Kurt found this situation; Puck stumbling over his words in the boy's bathroom trying to talk with the school's resident gay kid.

"Okay. Here's the deal. When I got out of juvie I told myself that I was gonna be better, I was gonna turn over a tree or whatever."

"Turn over a new leaf," Kurt interjected.

"Yeah, that. No one really gets me okay? People think that I'm just some jerk or whatever, and I don't want to be just some ass who throws people around anymore. I wanna do something good. I want to be something better. So I figured if I help you out and watch your back then it's like I am doing some kind of good here."

Kurt was mildly offended. One of his former tormentors was standing in front of him and telling him that in order to make himself feel better about the bad things he had done, he was going to use him as a tool for soothing his broken ego. It made him feel like an idiot. Kurt had thought that maybe Puck saw something in him. He had thought that if Puck wasn't interested in him sexually, at least he thought they could be friends. Why else would the school's badass put up with the hassle of being friends with the number one outcast? Well, now that he had his answer he wasn't so sure he wanted to hear it anymore.

"As much as I admire your desire to change, I am not some charity case that is here for your benefit of self-discovery. I am perfectly capable of dealing with the Neanderthals at this school; I have done so for many years as you should remember seeing as you used to be the ringleader in this circle of Hades." Seeing Puck's confused look, most likely at all the big words, Kurt added, "just so we are clear here Puck; I don't need your help. So you will have to find yourself some other community service project. Now, if you will excuse me."

Kurt made to storm past Puck but the taller boy quickly stood so that he was blocking the exit. Kurt quickly stepped back out of reach from force of habit and Puck saw the wary questioning look on the other boy's face.

"Stop doing that!" Puck lashed out making Kurt jump another step back. "I told you I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Stop flinching and looking at me like I'm one step away from turning into some monster whose gonna eat you alive or something!"

Pucks hands flew up to grasp at short hairs of his mohawk as he let out a growl of frustration. How did things get so messed up? Two days ago Kurt Hummel wasn't even someone who Puck thought of on a daily basis, but now he had to actively fight to keep the guy out of his mind. Now here he stood trying desperately to figure out what words to say to get him to understand. Words weren't exactly a strong suit for Puck, everyone knew he wasn't exactly the brightest. He usually relied on his fists or his dick to do the talking for him. There weren't a lot of situations the two couldn't handle. Maybe if he changed the topic completely he could find a way to distract Kurt from being angry.

"Are you wearing girl's panties?" Puck blurted suddenly, the look of shock on Kurt's face mirroring his own at his word vomit.

Kurt's mind went blank in that instant. He completely forgot where he was standing and with whom he was talking to. Kurt didn't realize he had been backing away from Puck until his back hit the wall behind him. Snapping back into reality he looked anywhere but the other boy's eyes for some kind of answer.

"How did you know?"

It was all Kurt could get out. He knew his face was probably screwed up with worry and fear and shame. Immediately his arms began to wrap around himself, which prompted Puck into action.

Walking forward to be able to touch Kurt, his hands grasped for Kurt's arms to keep them from going around himself. Puck was staring to recognize the gesture as a sign that Kurt was turning in on himself and closing himself off from whatever was hurting him. He needed to get his attention before Kurt stopped listneing.

"Don't freak out, I just… I don't know, Kurt. I was surprised is all. I saw them when you leaned over in the cafeteria and I just needed to know. I'm just worried that some of the other's might see and well, you know…"

Puck hoped that Kurt was hearing him because the look on the other boy's face hadn't changed; he still looked frozen in shock. Puck let go of one of Kurt's arms to reach up and touch the boy's cheek. He tried to remind himself that he was comforting Kurt because more than anything he wanted to get lost in the feeling of how soft that cheek was. He wanted to commit the feeling to memory so that he could imagine all of the other soft parts of Kurt's body the next time he was alone. Fighting to keep his hard on hidden he leaned down so that he could look Kurt in the eye.

When Puck's eyes met his, Kurt could see the softness there. It was just like it had been both days previous when Puck had picked him up off the floor. Two days in a row Kurt had seen this side of Puck that he wasn't familiar with, and every time it shocked him out of his reverie. Kurt shook off the hands that were still on him and he walked over to the sinks. Looking down rather than at his own reflection, Kurt spoke finally.

"Yes, I am wearing women's underwear." There was a pause where neither boy knew what to say. "Can you just go please? I don't think I can handle you staring at me like I'm a freak. I know that this is slightly more than you signed up for. You don't have to watch my back anymore or talk to me or anything."

"I'm not freaked out. This doesn't change anything. We're still cool okay?"

Puck watched as Kurt continued to shut him out and fall apart. He didn't like the feeling of having caused this. For two days now he had picked Kurt up and dusted him off when someone else knocked him down but this was his fault. There was no one to blame or protect Kurt from. This was Puck's fault, and he had to make it right. He had to do whatever it took to get that boy to look at him again with those gorgeous eyes that couldn't even be contained to one color.

"Kurt, I'm not going anywhere, and I don't think you are a freak," Puck repeated. "If anything, it's actually kind of hot. Sure, there probably aren't any other dudes in school wearing girl's stuff or whatever, but I always knew you were special. And it took me a while to see it, but you being different, it's good, kind of cool even. I like you just the way you are and I don't want you to change to try and fit in or something. If that means you wear chick's underwear then cool. I can dig that."

Puck carefully walked forward as he spoke and by the time he was finished he was standing right behind Kurt. The shorter boy hadn't looked up. In fact, he hadn't moved much at all while Puck spoke to him but Puck felt him calming down. He reached out a hand to rest once again on Kurt's back and when the boy didn't flinch, Puck smiled and took that as a sign of progress that Kurt had listened. He rubbed small circles between the boys shoulder blades until Kurt raised his head and their eyes met in the mirror.

"Thanks. That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Kurt chuckled a little. Even if it didn't sound like a real laugh, it was something. "I never would have imagined anything like that would come from you.

Puck gave a chuckle of his own before his hand stilled on Kurt's back. "Well, honestly, two days ago there were lots of things I never thought I'd have done. So don't think you are the only one getting something out of this situation."

Kurt knew that Puck wasn't just talking about what had had said a minute ago. Puck was talking about their friendship in general. He turned to make eye contact with the taller teen, he looked into the depths of those brown eyes which he had seen so many times before and wondered how many times those eyes would surprise him again. "Are we good now?" Puck asked.

"Yes. We'll be fine."

Puck was shocked when he realized he was reaching forward to pull Kurt into his chest. Judging by the brief but noticeable way Kurt tensed, the other boy was pretty caught off guard too. The boys stood there with Puck's arms wrapped around Kurt's shoulders and the smaller boy's around Puck's waist awkwardly for a couple of minutes before they parted with matching smiles.

Puck turned first and unlocked the door, holding it open for the Kurt. The two walked back to the lunch room and back to their individual tables feeling more comfortable than ever before. Puck didn't feel the need to constantly stare at Kurt all day and Kurt no longer had to worry about Puck only making eye contact with the floor between classes.

Back in the bathroom the right stall door opened and Dave Karofsky stepped out with a confused look on his face. He couldn't have imagined half of what he had just been a witness too. No one would believe him even if he told them. However, the only one person he wanted to use this information against was one of the two who just left the bathroom. He was finally in a position to get what he wanted Dave thought with vindictive relish.

Kurt had invited Puck over to his house after school in an effort to prove to the older teen that they really were fine. Puck had followed Kurt home in his truck before the two wound up in their usual spots on the couch with the History channel playing once again. Puck sprawled out with his feet up on the table until Kurt had given him a glare making him pull off his sneakers before returning his socked feet back up on the table. Kurt continued to glare but Puck quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'you gonna call me out?' Kurt shook his head dismissively and then turned his head to watch the TV as he snuggled himself closer to Puck's side where they sat in comfortable silence for a couple of hours.

"So explain the reasoning behind the glittery underwear? Is it only glitter ones that you like, or do you have a thing for like flowers and cupcakes too?"

Kurt could tell that the boy was poking fun at him again and when he turned his head up to meet Puck's eyes he pulled a tight lipped smile and cocked his head at the other boy.

"That's something for me to know and you to find out. If you are brave enough, that is." Kurt quipped back with a raised brow.

Kurt couldn't believe how bold he was being. He had longed to tell someone his secret and could hardly believe that it was Puck who had found him out. Granted, Puck was probably still very wrong about most of his assumptions, but this was more freedom than Kurt had ever felt before. He couldn't help but enjoy the ability to joke about his situation. He also kept hearing Puck say the words "if anything, it's kind of hot" in his head. Those six words had become Kurt's favorite in the English language. Those words gave him hope that his life in Lima might not be as limited as he had imagined it would be.

"Are you questioning my badassness?"

"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it, Noah." His deliberate use of Puck's given name had the desired affect that Kurt had hoped it would.

"That's it. You are gonna regret that Hummel."

Puck pushed Kurt down onto his back on the couch as he tickled his sides, leaving the smaller teen breathless with laughter as Kurt squirmed and smacked at Puck's hands as he half-heartedly tried to get away. Kurt was secretly enjoying the feel of the other boy's hands on his body and as Puck's weight came to rest more surely on top of him Kurt realized that he could feel Puck's enjoyment as well. Both teens locked eyes as they simultaneously became aware of their situation. Kurt was flushed and breathing hard from the exertion while Puck was holding his breath and moving very slowly towards the boy beneath him. Kurt closed his eyes feeling Puck's breath when it finally ghosted over his lips indicating their closeness. Just as their lips were about to make contact, the front door opened with Burt calling in to them.

"Kurt, I'm home. We have to be ready to leave for Carol's house to have Friday night dinner in half and hour. I am going to jump in the shower to clean off first."

When Burt walked into the living room he found Kurt sitting back against one of the arms of the couch while Puck quickly gathered his sneakers and shoved them on his feet. Puck walked Past Burt with a quick "Mr. Hummel" before the door shut behind him. Kurt turned to face his father, face covered pink from his blushing.

"Hi dad." He called breathlessly.

Burt looked between the door and his son trying to figure out what was going on. He had a couple of ideas but he was trying really hard to push them out of his head, he wasn't ready to think about his kid fooling around on the couch with some punk who could barely string a sentence together in his presence. It didn't exactly give off a good impression, Burt thought as he took a deep breath and turned to walk down the hall to shower before leaving for dinner.

"Be ready to go in half and hour," He called back.

Kurt stood shakily and walked down to his room where he sat on his bed and tried to wrap his mind around what had nearly happened. What did it mean? Kurt was pretty sure that Puck had been flirting with him, but Puck was straight… right? Then again, Puck had obviously been physically interested, but was he aroused by Kurt or the knowledge that Kurt liked to dress in women's underwear? It all came down to the question of whether Puck was interested in Kurt, the boy who he had grown up torturing or if Puck was finally seeing behind Kurt's facade and was attracted to the person he hid from the rest of the world. Considering that Puck didn't know the whole story behind the underwear, Kurt was even more confused; where did that leave them?

Puck was sitting in his truck by the side of the road a block away from Kurt's house wondering much the same thing. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on breathing. Kurt was a dude, right? He didn't like to be called a dude, and he wore chick's underwear, and he didn't really act like any other guy that Puck knew but he was still a dude, right? Puck wasn't into dudes; he never looked at any other guys like that. "I'm not gay!" Puck shouted to no one slamming his fists against the steering wheel. No, he reasoned with himself, I'm not gay, it's just that Kurt is like really girly; he's got those really soft looking lips and then there was the underwear thing… Puck tried to reassure himself, deliberately not thinking about the hardness that had poked into his own moments before. He sat in his car arguing with himself for almost an hour before he finally started the car and drove home sure of one thing only; he was more fucking confused now than ever before.