A/N: Hey guys just like to apologize for the late update, just had a super crazy few weeks at work… I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about. Anyhoo, thanks again for all the reviews because I was a little worried as to what the reaction to the last chapter would be like. I'm glad it was all so positive and I keep getting more and more people who are following this story which also means a lot to me.
This chapter is going to be a little bit different than what the story has been like thus far. I've mainly been focusing on their interactions with each other, this chapter as well as the next will really add more to their character growth. Which is something that I'm obviously really excited about :P.
Disclaimer: Glee and none of its affiliated characters belong to me, all I have is an over active imagination and a penchant for romance.
Now I've rambled on enough so enjoy :D.
As Kurt rolled out of bed he felt a tiredness already clinging to his body, just at the thought of what the day was going to entail. His dad was coming home in a few hours from the hospital; thankfully a neighbor was going to pick him up while Kurt was at school. Kurt still needed to have something prepared for when his father would get home, he didn't want the man going off his diet the second that he got home. Sliding out of bed, Kurt turned off his dock before it would have a chance to go off and turned the alarm off on his phone. Right now his head hurt far too much to even have to deal with music right now. If Kurt used one hand to count the amount of mornings he'd woken up without music he'd never put a single finger up, this was the first time since probably early middle school. Yet, with everything that'd happened recently he just found that he wasn't really in the mood for music.
After performing his morning ritual Kurt bounded up the stairs, his messenger bag swinging behind him as he did. He prepared a simple breakfast, he scrambled some eggs and put some bacon in the oven to help precook it. The eggs were of course only the whites, while the bacon was turkey. He was hoping that he'd be able to trick his father into eating healthy, which right now seemed like the best option. Kurt put a loaf of flax seed bread on the counter, pulling it out of the freezer when he did. Once the eggs and bacon were cooked he took a couple mouthfuls of the delicious pair before sliding the rest onto a plate. Kurt wrapped the plate in aluminum foil and put a sticky note on it before putting it in the fridge, like always his father could just quickly zap it. Hopefully the older Hummel would have the foresight to first take the aluminum foil off.
Kurt climbed into his baby as he headed towards the shop;, he had to stop off there and call everyone who had appointments that day. He would need to somehow try and reschedule what he could and probably have to turn away a lot of people to competitors, which wasn't something that would sit well with either of the Hummel's. However, Burt was sick and Kurt could only do so much since he had school and Glee Club. Kurt's mind was full and letting distractions… distractions like one Noah Puckerman would keep him from doing everything he needed to for his family and it would ruin him. Now, more than ever, Kurt had to depend on himself, he needed to be strong for his family and not let something as trivial as some boy ruin everything. As Kurt pulled up to his family's tire shop he let out an almost silent sigh before he turned off the engine and slid out of his faithful companion.
For some reason, Kurt found himself taking in all the sights of the Tire Shop, it's not like it had that many exciting things to see. In all likelihood though he could only do so much and the shop would end up going under, this place… it was one of his few sanctuaries. The stalls in the girls' bathroom, his cozy basement bedroom, the stage, and of course this place. He'd spent the greater part of his life here, most days after school and a lot of weekends, it symbolized everything him and his father had ever shared together. Kurt wandered over to the desk and began calling down the long list of clients, most were fairly understanding but there were some who felt it was completely unacceptable.
Kurt groaned as he hung up the phone, having agreed to look at several more vehicles that evening than he wanted to. It was then that Kurt felt himself begin to cry again, he could try to keep it afloat but he was one person, one boy. He was probably one of the more emotionally developed teenage boys in Lima but that meant little. Kurt sank his face into his hands and sobbed, not caring in the least at how splotchy it was probably going to make his face look. He looked at the slightly pathetic reflection in the metal cash register and wanted to just hide in this sanctuary until they came with their red tape and 'foreclosure' sign, but like always Kurt found himself pulling his head up from the desk and drying his now puffy red eyes. He still needed to take the final deposit to the bank so with a small sigh Kurt popped open the cash register, not even noticing that it had been previously pried open with a crow bar.
Kurt's eyes went wide as he stared at the normal day's funds then the very large stack of bills he knew did not belong in there. The register shouldn't have been opened since his Dad got sick which had been over a week ago. His Father had told him that there was about five hundred dollars in the till that had to go to the bank. Kurt counted the stack, blushing when he saw that there was almost eight thousand dollars there, enough to keep their small business afloat for a couple of months while only doing a couple of jobs a day. Kurt felt a smile come to his face, he had no idea where this money had come from and quite frankly he did not exactly care. He quickly filled out the deposit slips and left one copy in the desk drawer with the others and sealed the other two in the deposit bag. He shoved it into his messenger bag before he skipped out of the shop, locking it up tight behind him. He… he was more happy than he ever believed possible, things; everything was turning around for him. One day he was on the verge of losing everything and then the next his life was carrying on completely normal.
Kurt stopped at the bank and deposited the very hefty bag of funds, confident now that everything was in fact, going to be just fine. Kurt glanced at the clock, completely on track; he still had fifteen minutes before school started as he pulled up to McKinley. In all honesty he half expected to see Puck standing there in front of his parking space, waiting for him to walk him to class or there to give him some sort of comfort or maybe even take another stab at asking him out. Kurt sighed, he wasn't sure what he would say now, he was certainly attracted to Puck and there might be more depth to the mohawked teen than Kurt had been led to believe. Kurt had turned the boy down last night because life had seemed so vastly overwhelming that the thought of dating, particularly someone in the closet was far too much for him to stand. Kurt slid out of his truck, feeling that old sense of powerful confidence hanging off of him once again, everything was turning up Hummel. His hips sashayed back and forth in his tight black jeans, his form-fitting green plaid shirt tucked into his pants as his messenger bag swished at his side. His phone came into his hands as he shot off a quick text before tucking it neatly back into his back pocket.
Kurt: I'm sorry about what I said last night, we should talk after Glee or something…
He didn't notice the dark pair of eyes reach out with stronger hands and grab him by the waist, Kurt let out a yelp as he was hurled into the dumpster. Kurt heard laughter instantly erupt from a larger group of people, one second he'd been strong then the next he was back to nothing. He laid there for a moment in the dumpster, praying that they would all just stop laughing and leave, but that familiar, burly voice was waiting for action, for a response, he was waiting for tears. That's why today it seemed like half the student body was there laughing, Kurt's stomach turned over several times before he steeled his resolve. He wouldn't let them see him cry, there was no way he could let that stupid brute Dave Karofsky win, no way. Kurt climbed out of the dumpster, fighting tears every step of the way before he landed on his feet and started laughing along. Everyone seemed to get a little uncomfortable as Kurt damn near laughed his ass off then pretended to wipe tears of laughter away.
"Good one Karofsky!" Kurt exclaimed as he headed into the school, feeling like he was going to just die every step of the way. Kurt walked into the school, meeting every single gaze fearlessly as he made his way to his locker, still expecting Puck to be standing there waiting for him and more than a little disappointed that he wasn't. What Kurt said must have really stung and for that Kurt felt a pang of sadness, Puck might have a bit of a soft side but he was still horribly incorrigible and a total caveman, Kurt was determined to stop wasting his thoughts on him. His doc martins clicked against the ceramic tiles of the school as he made his way to his first period class, not in the least bit sure how he's going to make it through the day when at the very start he has to sit beside Noah Puckerman. Though he was the last person to enter the class as the bell went off, Puck was most certainly not in his seat. Kurt quirked an eyebrow before he practically commanded it to go back down, where in the Hell is he? Kurt wondered, but only to himself as he finally took his seat. Kurt could still feel the slight tinge on his cheeks as he listened to what the group of girls were saying about his little 'display' this morning. The tosses had become almost a daily routine for him and for most of the school; few people even went out of their way to make a snarky remark about it. Someone had made sure that most of the school was there and it stung more than anything, none of these people had a shred of decency or respect. Kurt felt his phone buzz as he looked down at the tiny screen.
Frankenteen: Srry bout wut hppnd dude
Kurt: its fine, thanks anyways Finn
Kurt detested the modern teenagers' way of typing, Finn was already close enough to being illiterate, he really didn't need to try and misspell things.
The rest of the morning went by in a bit of a blur, there were a few times where he caught himself looking for the mohawked boy but he couldn't help but feel like he was only fooling himself when it turned out to be some stupid 'poser' as Puck might have put it.
"White boy where, where you been at lately?" Mercedes asked causing him to half jump while he was putting his textbooks away into his locker. He couldn't help but smile at his very sassy and also quite single best friend. He sighed a little bit before he closed his locker and looped their arms together, making their way together towards the Cafeteria.
"Breaking hearts and looking fabulous of course." Kurt said honestly though Mercedes giggled as if he had been joking. He couldn't help but smile at how easy it was to keep things from people, usually people believed a lie over the truth, especially when the thought of Kurt breaking anyone's heart was rather inconceivable.
"Well you best be puttin' yo home-wreckin' ways down for a bit because I have not been seein' you nearly enough." She said, giving him a bit of a look that made him feel more than a little guilty, they'd barely seen each other this year, he had been busy and everything with his Father had kept him pretty pre-occupied.
"You are so right 'Cedes, this weekend we'll shop till we drop then pay some attractive men to carry us home and give us pedicures." He said with a tiny smile, the two walking in to the cafeteria together, arm in arm. They spotted their gleeful lunch group and made their way towards the small line of students making their way across the many hot plates of food. Kurt made a bit of a face at the massive amounts of tots that Mercedes seemed to always pile on her plate, he'd been meaning to say something to her about her eating habits but had decided against it. He was her friend and more than anything, he didn't want to hurt her feelings, even if she was using food as a boyfriend replacement. He didn't miss for a second the snickers and whispers behind his back, each and every single one sliding into his heart like a knife, every step of the way he just tried to remember that someday, they would all work for him.
"Boy, don't these tots look good? I swear they get better and better every damn day." She said, smiling at the lunch lady as she paid the ridiculous cost of lunch food, there had been many times when Kurt had wanted to bring his own delicious, nutrient dense meal but had always decided against it, he already had to make his Dad's lunch, the school could worry about his. He personally chose the soup of the day 'Red Lentil Soup' with a small dinner roll and small carton of white milk. He loved to cook and loved plates that came from different cultures, he smiled at his friend, choosing his words carefully.
"Cedes, you could never be a food critic." He said with a smile that was perhaps a little tight but she laughed anyways, not picking up on the undertone of what it was he'd just said, for which he was grateful for. They took their seats beside each other and Kurt's eyes quickly darted to the other end of the table, not missing the vacant spot that should be filled by Puck. Before he could think about what was coming out of his mouth, he'd asked the question he'd been holding back all day.
"Where's Puck?" Kurt asked, wishing he hadn't said anything as Finn's eyes darted from Rachel's to his almost curiously before he spoke.
"Who knows, probably ditched today." He said simply as his eyes turned back to his overly talented girlfriend's, not wishing to delve too deeply into why Kurt wanted to know where Puck was, then again Finn wasn't really too deep to begin with. Kurt sighed, sure Puck ditched occasionally but he almost always showed up for lunch. Why do I know that? Kurt asked himself before he shook the thoughts away and turned once again to Mercedes, whom he'd accidentally been ignoring and started in on his very delicious traditional Jewish soup. Kurt bit back his own stupid pride and took out his phone for the umpteenth time that day.
Kurt: Why aren't you at school?
By the end of the day Kurt was exhausted to say the least, he'd sent Puck about a dozen texts and the boy had not replied to a single one, so to say that he was unsurprised by Puck's absence in Glee club was a gross understatement. He took his usual seat in the back of the club and always chose to sit with Mercedes, his longest standing friend in their little rag tag team of misfits. Kurt was barely listening to Mr. Schuester until he heard something that nearly stopped his blood cold. Puck, was in juvenile detention for stealing an ATM. Everything went cloudy for a few seconds, he heard shouting about how they were supposed to win without his stage presence and how typically selfish Puck was being. Kurt couldn't register it though, finally realizing where all that money had come from, tears brimming around his eyes.
Kurt cleared his throat, shaking the Victorian love music that had swooned in his head. Puck was still a caveman, one who turned to crime when he thought he didn't have any options left. A very handsome, dyed blonde head of hair walked into the room, this guy apparently being Puck's replacement. As if he could be replaced. Kurt thought to himself as he not-so-discreetly checked out his almost-boyfriend's sub. Sam was good looking enough and by the looks of things, he was an all-star for team gay. He whispered this to Mercedes who gave him a bit of an incredulous look but just chose to fight the protests that were brewing inside of her.
Puck was not his 'true-love' nor was he his 'soulmate' Kurt was hopelessly romantic and would probably die that way. He needed to prove to himself that though it was a small pond he swam in, there must be plenty of fish inside of it. He'd do this duets challenge with Sam and prove to himself that Puck was some passing fling, his feelings for him were strictly physical and that's as far as they went.
Kurt got home from the shop at about seven and instantly went to work on cooking his Father's 'heart-healthy' meals. "How was school today Kurt?" His Dad called from the living room as Kurt walked into the dimly lit room, carrying a tray of food. He debated on telling his Father about the fact that he'd asked a boy to do a duet with him but he decided against it and simply set the tray of food down for him. "Fine, we have a duets assignment in Glee Club but I'll probably just end up singing it alone or something." Kurt said with a bit of a sigh as he headed towards his basement bedroom, he had to send Sam a few songs he'd recorded on his computer. Just a couple not so subtle duets he'd been practically dying to sing with someone who wasn't Mercedes or Rachel.
"Don't get down on yourself Kurt; I'm sure there's someone right in front of you that you're missing." Burt said as Kurt's hand froze around his doorknob, he smiled tightly behind his father's back before he turned his head a little bit to look at him. "Maybe." He said quietly as he pulled open his door and went down into his dark basement, determined to find and send Sam the perfect duet for them to do, preferably something by Diana Ross or maybe a nice Elton John song like 'Your Song' or something.
Two DaysThree Nights Later
Kurt smiled when he heard the door upstairs open, his Dad letting Sam in for their little rehearsal, though Kurt had to admit he was more than a little nervous. Both Finn and his father had told him that this was a bad idea, Finn, though he was more than a little douchey at times, he might have hadSI a point. He saw Sam's adorably handsome faceand he couldn't help but smile, watching as those pearly whites seemed to completely light up the room. "Hey Kurt." Sam said lightly, moving across the room as Kurt sat down at his baby-grand piano bench with Sam beside him. Kurt didn't miss the closeness that was between them and he had to remind himself that Sam had chosen this distance, Sam had chosen to be in each other's personal space and he wasn't like 90% of the football population that believed gay was some transmittable disease.
"Hey Sam," Kurt responded with as his fingers played a few light warm-up notes across the piano before they danced lightly in a little bit of a faster pattern. He cracked his knuckles before he turned to look at Sam, their lips instantly crashed together and Kurt let out a tiny whelp from the back of his throat, before Sam pulled away, both more than a little starry eyed. Kurt simply stared into those eyes before he cleared his throat bringing his hand up to stop Sam from bringing them together again. His hand pushed slightly on the blonde's chest and he stopped instantly, a deep shade of red spreading across his cheeks. "I'm sorry Sam but I-" Kurt began, about to tell him about the relationship in which he just got out of but had decided that the less questions asked, the better.
"Wait – you're straight." Kurt said suddenly as his mind kind of did a cartwheel and Sam looked down, his face an even deeper shade of red than before.
"I-uh I think I might be a little uhm… well more than a little bit bi-curious…" Sam said, not able to look at Kurt directly in the face, who just gave himself a mental high-five, he knew that he had impeccable gaydar. Finn and his father could go screw themselves, because once again Kurt Hummel had been right.
"I'm flattered Sam… really I am, but I don't want to 'experiment' with you. I know who I am… and I think that in order for you to figure out who you are." Kurt said, his hand sliding up to rest on his shoulder. "You need to look inside of yourself and ask, if this… if this was something you think you could really see yourself doing… openly." Kurt's voice was soft, but he was playing on Sam's desire and need to be popular, but Kurt was at least being partially honest. Sam might just want to explore a little bit, but that's what college was allegedly for, not junior year of High school, especially when you lived in Lima Ohio.
"I think that maybe you should go, I'll come find you at school tomorrow." Kurt said as Sam got up and the two hugged briefly, he watched as Sam walked away and felt as if maybe the blond hair was taking away a small piece of him too. He let out a small sigh, there was no way they could duet now, no. When he found Sam at school tomorrow it would be to tell him they weren't singing together.
The Following Evening
Kurt sank down into his bed, having just performed 'Happy Days are Here Again/Get Happy' with Rachel. Who despite how low he had been feeling, had actually somehow made him feel at least slightly better. He couldn't deny it anymore, he had tried to do the duet with Sam, something that had failed completely and utterly thanks to Finn and his father but if Kurt was being really honest with himself, Sam was not the boy he wanted to sing with. Kurt let out a small sigh as he moved to his vanity; he took a seat and gazed at his smooth features. He had fallen hard for that stupid Noah Puckerman and had perhaps always been falling more and more for him. The boy had even begun to reciprocate his feelings for him and Kurt had done nothing but put him down and made him feel like he wasn't worthy. Though, still Kurt had to admit that if Puck's idea of romance was stealing an ATM for someone, in time Kurt would get over him. What they had had lasted all of a few days and it would in time, mean nothing.
Kurt knew what he needed to do, not just for himself but he needed to prove to Finn and everyone else that he wasn't some delicate tulip that needed a man like the flower needed the sun. He was Kurt Hummel after all, strong, fierce, witty and totally fabulous, the last thing he needed was a guy. He sent out twin texts before turning in for bed, content with what the next day was going to entail.
The Following Day After School
Kurt looked out at the closed curtain of the stage, he'd asked Mr. Schuester if he, Mercedes and Santana could do a special performance about empowerment and being all that you could be and of course the overly-enthusiastic teacher agreed. "Nice tights lady-legs." Santana said, coming to stand at his side with Mercedes at hers, he smiled a little bit, looking down at the tight black leggings all three of them were wearing, the unitard was similar to his single ladies one, but the red, pink and black rhinestones on their vests over top their tank tops were decidedly different. Not to mention all of them, including Kurt were wearing heels with a similar design to their vests. It was flashy, over the top and just what he believed all three of them needed right now.
The fast music swelled and the curtain opened as Santana stepped out onto the stage, the Latina walked with every ounce of bitchy confidence she had and brought the microphone up to her lips to kill the song.
"I see you looking at me
Like I got something that's for you
And the way that you stare
Don't you dare"
Mercedes was the next to step up, pumping up her fist as if to raise some invisible volume control, totally belting out the lyrics as she walked across the stage, all the while Santana harmonized in the background.
"'Cause I'm not about to
Just give it all up to you
'Cause there are some things I won't do"
Kurt swallowed before he stepped out after her, attempting to mimic Santana's sexy-bitch walk but instead just made it his own, in his opinion looking equally sexy but probably making some weird pigeon toe'd step. He accessed his lower register as he sang, coming off as more than a little sultry, the surprised look from the audience not catching him in the least bit off guard.
"And I'm not afraid to tell you
I don't ever want to leave you confused"
The three sang together for the next couple of verses, Santana and Kurt harmonizing while Mercedes belted out a few of the notes. Every lyric Kurt sang made him feel a little bit more okay, convincing himself that was he was singing was true was harder than he thought it'd be.
"The more you try
The less I buy it
And I don't have to think it through
You know if I'm into you
I don't need a man to make it happen
I get off being free
I don't need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can get off when you ain't around
Oh!"
It was Santana's turn again as she took center stage, Mercedes and Kurt providing both back-up vocals and dance as Santana belted out her couple of verses. Kurt and Mercedes exchanged kind of goofy expressions as Santana definitely owned the independent woman act, Kurt liked to believe that he was a good dancer but it was always easier with your best friend, dancing just seductively as you were.
"You know I got my own life
And I bought everything that's in it
So if you want to be with me
It ain't all about the bling you bringing
I want a love that's for real
And without that, no deal
And baby I don't need a hand
If it only wants to grab one thing"
Santana side stepped to let Mercedes take center stage, providing as much attitude as humanly possible as she quirked an eyebrow at their audience. Mercedes had less verses but she blasted out every single one with all the sassy-diva strength Kurt knew that she had inside of her. He couldn't help but get more and more into the song as he and Santana danced side by side, mirror reflections of each-other's moves.
"I don't need a man to make it happen
I get off being free
I don't need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can get off when you ain't around
Oh!"
Kurt took the center stage, moving his hips as erotically as possible as he tried to meet the gaze of every one of them, not giving a damn how inappropriate he was being or how uncomfortable he knew some of the guys would be. He saved nothing from the song for anyone else except for the last massive Oh! For Mercedes, the other two stepping forward to stand in a line as the song began to break down a bit.
"Let it go
Let it go
Let it go,
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go,
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go."
The three sang, harmonizing perfectly before they ended the song there, all three starting to laugh as they noticed the look of absolute disdain on Mr. Schue's face, Kurt looked at the two dark-skinned girls, the three of them cackling wildly and at least for now, he felt a little bit better. His mind wandered to the public display of humiliation he'd endured three days before, he'd felt so little and small. He'd forced himself to laugh in the face of his bullies, he wouldn't let them win, and he was strong and independent. He looked over to Mercedes bright face, maybe not totally independent, he may need help from time to time.
Day One
Puck was thrown into the small cell, taking in the twin mattress bunk beds, a hardened looking guy sat on the top bunk reading a book with his feet hanging off of the edge. He was pretty badass looking, rockin' the beard trying-to-look late thirties deal, Puck gulped as he met the man's eyes narrowed on him, something deep inside of them seemed to examine Puck, it was something that the teen couldn't quite place. Though they were probably the same age, he felt like a toddler in front of him, because those eyes held onto something that was old and cruel. Puck sat on the bottom bunk, not in a hurry to start any kind of trouble, especially with the guy he was going to be sharing a room with. He had three months in this hellhole, a three month sentence then he could walk, his heart fluttered a bit when he thought of getting the chance to see Kurt again. He felt like a totally pansy, but he was in here because of the way he felt for him, in this place he could never say his feelings out loud but Kurt was safe at least in his thoughts.
"What brings you to this pit?" The gruff voice asked, shaking Puck to a little bit as he sits against the back wall on the bottom bunk, his cellmate directly above him.
"Robbed an ATM, stashed the money, now here I am." Puck said, trying to sound as cool as he possibly could Puck extended his legs out and let them hang over the side of the bed.
"You're full of shit; no one robs an ATM and stashes the money for three months. You gave it to someone, or you're lying about it." The gruff voice said above, the honesty behind his words sliced through Puck and he fell silent, feeling his confidence waiver a bit.
"Oh yeah? And who the fuck are you anyways?" Puck asked angrily as he sat up in his bed and moved to stand, but was grabbed and pinned to the wall in an instant, a toothbrush filed down to a razor sharp pointed instantly pressed against his throat.
"I'm someone you'll talk to with respect you shit." He said before he shoved off of him, his eyes blazing with something both ferocious and menacing. He swallowed as he sat down on Puck's bed and Puck moved to sit on the other side, his fearful eyes never leaving him. "Name's Duncan," the man finally said as he pocketed the small shiv before turning his head to look at Puck's. "Now you're gonna tell me how you really wound up in here, or is this shit gonna be awkward as fuck?" He asked, eyeing Puck before a small smile spread inside of his beard and both of them started to laugh. "Guess I have my answer." He replied, tears of laughter brimming in his eyes as he let out a few small laughs, standing when a loud buzzer went off.
"What's that?" Puck asked as he too got to his feet, rising to stand beside Duncan, watching as the cell door slid open.
"It's time to grab some grub." Duncan said, something that made Puck smile, maybe life in here for three months wouldn't be so bad after all.
Day 2
Puck laid in his bed as he groaned and rubbed his chest, his nipple still hurt from the ring being ripped out the day before at lunch. "Stop your bitchin." Duncan said from the bunk above, Puck had been jumped while Duncan was off in the bathroom and though he wouldn't say it out loud, Puck could tell that he felt a little bad and maybe more than a little pissed off about the whole thing.
"Sorry dude." Puck said lightly, he hated that he was complaining so much about it but the nip seriously hurt! He groaned as he rolled onto his side and stared at the wall, he'd just come from a meeting with his parole officer, they offered him an earlier release if he told them where the money had been stashed. For the hundredth time he lied and told them that he had absolutely no clue where he had put all that money, it was an awful lie but it was one that he needed to tell. If he told them, then all of this would have been pointless, as stupid as it was Puck had known what he was doing the entire time.
"Tell me why you're in here." Duncan said out of nowhere, "or at least tell me why you'd rob a damn ATM with your mom's car." He added, obviously getting frustrated, Puck had come to realize that Duncan was someone who needed to know pretty much everything about everyone or else it drove him a little bit nuts. Puck let out a tiny sigh as he stared at the other side of his cell.
"I guess I… I guess I did it for love."