Part 6

By Gayforkurt

Summary: Our favorite male soprano had been oblivious about his skinny jeans; now he is being chased by not one but two boys. Rated M to be safe.

A/N 1: I'm ba-aaack! Once more we delve into the lives of students whose hormones go wild around certain skinny jeans. Unfortunately, poor Puck needs to learn to look but don't touch.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this computer. All recognizable Glee characters belong to Messrs. Brennan, Falchuck, Murphy, et al.

The following week was one of ups and downs and that was relatively normal for school, especially McKinley High. Kurt changed his slushied outfits only a couple of times, had a couple of spats with Rachel in Glee club and exchanged strangely inappropriate glances with Noah Puckerman several times a day.

Well, that last wasn't customary but it had become part of this quasi-normality that was Kurt's life these days. He never failed to blush when the Jewish hunk would eye him up in the few classes they had together or in Glee; Mercedes was his bodyguard most of the time so Puck didn't approach him.

However, he was always aware of the other teen's lustful gaze upon him and the only time Puck looked even vaguely discomfited was when Will Schuester called him on his inattention one afternoon.

The other Glee kids had looked on in varying stages of disbelief and amusement as dark colour flooded Puck's face at Mr. Schue's words.

"Puck, do you need to go and take care of your problem?" His eyebrow quirked as he stared pointedly at Puck's crotch and then up at the teen's face.

There had been some snickering going on, especially from a couple of the girls when they'd seen the obvious bulge in Puck's washed out jeans. Some of the guys had rolled their eyes but Kurt had blushed as bright as a neon sign when he realised he'd been the focus of Puck's horniness.

They'd all been practicing some new moves for a song Schue had wanted them to do in assembly on Friday and how they were situated, Kurt was in front of but one person over from Puck. He had felt the other boy staring at his ass – he just knew that was the part of his anatomy the self-acclaimed sex shark had been focused on – but he'd managed to almost ignore him for the entirety of the rehearsal.

Puck now put on a mutinous expression despite his heated cheeks and stared back at Schue defiantly. "What, is it distracting you?" His tone was, as usual, borderline disrespectful and Schue glared at him.

"Maybe you need to switch positions so you can concentrate better," Schue frowned at the teen.

Puck smirked at him, glad that his colour was back to normal as he'd regained his composure. He ignored the gaping, staring teens to wink at the teacher.

"No, I like this position… a lot," and then he flicked his eyes to Kurt and winked.

Once again the giggles sounded but Schue only glared at the others; Kurt's sigh was almost audible in the otherwise silent room.

"What is it with you, Puckerman? You running out of Cheerios and cougars?" Mercedes' voice rang out in the classroom, overriding Rachel's who had just started to say, "Noah…" and Finn's "Dude!"

"'Cedes! Please, don't make it worse," Kurt's voice was slightly strained as he grabbed Mercedes' arm; his friend looked as if she would love nothing more than to beat down the mohawked teen who'd returned to smirking at them all.

Several people began speaking at once, a situation not unusual in that choir room but it was Santana's voice that rang out above everyone's, managing to sound both vicious and bored.

"What's the matter, Ladyface? It's not as if your twink ass could even handle a hot piece of man-meat like my Jewish stud over here." The look in her dark eyes was a challenge that Kurt automatically wanted to take up but … no.

"Santana, please!" Will Schuester's voice finally achieved a ring of authority even as the Latina shrugged and sauntered over to one of the chairs, sitting and crossing her legs as if she were utterly bored with life, school and, especially, Glee club.

Will turned to the other students, some of whom had drifted into little cliques or over to the chairs as Santana had. Puck had taken up his guitar and started plucking at the strings and as Will watched him he realised that somewhere along the line he'd lost control of the rehearsal.

Only Mercedes, Rachel and Kurt were still standing and as Will watched, the countertenor's eyes flickered to Puck before he coloured faintly. Will shook his head at all the teen drama and then, clapping his hands together to reclaim their attention, announced they'd be practicing the songs for the special assembly.

Glee club continued until Schue thought they had the songs down pat and then dismissed them, the threat of a headache making him sound a little more clipped than usual.

"Puck, I want to talk to you before you leave," and he stared at the teen who simply shrugged and sat back as the other kids gathered up their things and straggled from the choir room. He didn't miss the fact that Kurt was one of the first to dash out of there nor the fact that Puck's eyes followed him until he couldn't anymore.

Rubbing a hand through his curly hair, the envy of one Sue Sylvester, he leaned back against his desk, crossing his legs and arms as he watched Puck slowly focus on him.

Puck put his guitar to rest on one of the chairs beside him and then raised an enquiring brow at the teacher.

Will sighed and then began, his voice low and sincere as he asked, "What are you doing, Noah?"

Puck frowned at the use of his first name; it was a flag that said 'serious convo time' to him and he straightened up slightly. He frowned but replied fairly respectfully for him.

"I don't know what you mean… doing about what?"

Schue straightened up but didn't move from the desk, his eyes looking stern. "Look, I know what it's like to be a teenager, okay? I don't care what reputation you have, you're still just a kid having to deal with rioting hormones. I get it."

Puck frowned, his shoulders hunching forward defensively and his eyebrows lowering over his dark grey eyes. His full lips twisted as he stared at his teacher.

"Yeah, so what? You a guidance counselor now? I don't think Emma would like you poaching her job from her," he smirked and then, at the look in Will's eyes, shrugged apologetically. "Sorry."

Will didn't like this kid bringing up Emma's name like that and only just refrained from correcting him with "Miss Pillsbury, to you!" Still, he sort of understood that, being a guy, Puck wasn't going to be comfortable opening up to him.

Now he stared at Puck, letting the silence stretch out as he watched the kid fidget. "Are you attracted to Kurt, Puck?"

He watched the teen's eyes fly up to his, wide and startled; he probably hadn't expected his teacher to come right out and ask him something like that. Still, he had to give the kid points for chutzpah because he simply nodded before looking off toward the choir room door.

Will chuckled, his features softening slightly as he stared at the discomfited teen. "I need to apologise for calling attention to you like that… earlier."

That brought Puck's eyes back to him swiftly and he nodded to back up his words. "I shouldn't have done that, I know. Still, you have to stop making Kurt uncomfortable. Why don't you talk to him like a person and stop objectifying him as you've been doing for a while now?"

Puck's mouth dropped open, his surprise causing him to look years younger than seventeen and Will chuckled. "What, do you think teachers are blind? C'mon, Puck, you're not as subtle as you think!"

Puck shook his head and then, with his hand rubbing the back of his neck, he finally muttered something. Will leaned forward, saying, "Sorry, I didn't catch that," and Puck looked up to glare at him.

"I said that I can't talk to him, okay? Of course he knows I'm hot for that fine body of his but if I told him I actually liked him too, what do you think he'd do?" He paused as he waited for Will to say something but he continued before the other man could speak. "He'd laugh in my face, that's what!"

It was Will's turn to stare with his mouth slightly ajar, his mind choosing and discarding words in an effort to find the right ones. Finally he sighed, having realised that he'd underestimated this boy as most people seemed to do. He looked up to watch Puck running a hand up and down the neck of his guitar, his fingers tracing gently over the strings. Nodding once to himself, he got up and went over to the chair on the other side of the guitar. He didn't look at Puck as he spoke quietly.

"You know, Kurt might just surprise you," and he shook his head at the sound of Puck's scoff. "No, trust me on this; he's not so much the diva as you would think. Maybe if you gave him a chance to see you as something other than the skirt-chasing, girl-hungry boy we all know and love, he would give you a chance."

Noah sat silently as he digested his teacher's words, sure he was in an alternate reality. He would never have seen himself having a heart-to-heart with a teacher but he did want to try with Kurt. He looked over at the other man as he continued.

"Kurt's a pretty sensitive guy but he's a pretty fair one; if he thinks you're sincere and not just out to get into those skinnies of his, you stand as good a chance as say… Sam." Will chuckled at once again having rendered the boy speechless.

"Uh, uhm, wow; thanks, I guess," Noah sputtered, feeling a little weirded out that Schue had also noticed Kurt's skinnies. He didn't know what else to say so he took up his guitar and then looked up at the teacher from the corner of his eye. "Uh, can I go now?"

He left as soon as he'd packed the instrument in its case and he could have sworn he heard Schue chuckling as he tried not to look as if he was running. Damn, heart-to-heart talks were freaking uncomfortable, he muttered as he headed out to the parking lot. His heart stuttered to a halt and then speeded up as he saw that Kurt… of all people… was waiting for him by his truck.

He dragged his almost-patented smirk onto his face, slung the guitar case across his back and strutted as sexy as you please over to the waiting diva. He stopped a few paces from the other boy who was frowning slightly and then lifted his chin.

"Hey, sweet cheeks, I didn't expect you to be waiting for the Puckster…" he winced internally and kicked himself mentally. 'Sweet cheeks, Puckster?' What the hell is wrong with you, Puckerman?!

Kurt rolled his eyes and with his arms folded defensively across his chest, glared at Puck. "Look, Puck, I could ask 'what do you want from me' but I think schoolchildren in England know what that is."

Puck glared at the other boy now, the recent conversation with Will Schuester fading to the back of his mind. He hadn't expected Kurt to confront him like this and now he felt defensive as hell.

"Yeah, and what is it that I want from you, princess?" He took a step toward the other boy, getting a perverse pleasure from watching Kurt tense up.

Kurt sputtered and Puck's eyes were drawn to the pouty pink lips and he groaned inwardly. He waited for the diva to gather himself and speak.

"You've made it pretty clear and I won't lower myself to say it out loud," he said prissily. "I just want to let you know I don't appreciate this game you've decided to play with me. We all know you don't have the … I was going to say balls but we know you have big brass ones…" He paused and then glared again at Puck. "Okay, where do you expect all your leering and teasing to get you?"

He held up his hand and flapped it rapidly at the mischievous look that came over the mohawked teen's face. "No, no! I mean, you and I know that this isn't going anywhere because I'm gay and you're famously straight. Let me put it this way… leave me alone!"

He spun around, his face flushed and his eyes blazing, preparing to storm off in a Tony-worthy exit but his arm was grabbed and he was spun back around. He was slightly off balance so when Puck grabbed him he fell against the other teen, his eyes flying up to meet Puck's angry gaze. Neither of them said anything for several seconds before Puck's mouth was mashing onto Kurt's soft lips.

Strange little squeaking sounds were coming from Kurt as he pushed against Puck's chest and he gasped, regretting it immediately when the other boy's hot tongue slid into his mouth. Kurt struggled as his mind protested but his body heated, the feel of the other tongue gliding against his making him shudder.

He wrenched his mouth away and stared aghast at the other teen, his damp lashes spiky around his wide eyes. He could feel his lips puffing from the force of the kiss but he could also undeniably feel how much tighter his jeans had become – and that was saying something!

Puck stared at the host of emotions flying across Kurt's face and he almost regretted kissing the other boy. Almost, because that was one of the best damn kisses he'd ever had.

Suddenly his face felt as if it was on fire. Kurt had slapped him and if there had ever been any doubts as to Kurt's strength, the hand-print slowly appearing on Puck's tanned cheek would have allayed them.

"Ow, son of a bitch! What the he_!?"

Kurt was breathing hard and glaring at him, his blue eyes fierce and Puck shut up immediately. Kurt narrowed his eyes at him and took a few deep breaths and when he looked back up at Puck there was something strangely like regret in their depths.

"Y'know, I was actually going to give you the benefit of the doubt because I know you, Noah. This, though_ this just made me change my mind."

He turned away again, shouldered his bag and stalked towards his car, making sure to keep his back straight. No way in hell was he going to let Puck know how much that kiss had affected him. As hot as it was he didn't appreciate being toyed with because he knew that, as much as Puck found him hot, the other boy would never be seen out in public with him. Besides, this sudden interest in the only out gay kid in Lima was probably just a phase and he was damned if he'd end up a 'curiosity' notch on Puck's bedpost.

He drove off, uncaring that Puck was still standing with a hand to his burning cheek, staring after him. Let the likes of Santana and the other Cheerios have him, he thought grimly, ignoring the fact that for a brief time during that kiss, his body had thought it was in heaven. Huh, what did it know, anyway? Guys like Noah were a dime a dozen but Kurt had always been one for the exclusives of life, no cheap knockoffs for him.

Puck's shoulders slumped and he wondered quite dazedly what the hell had just happened? They had been there less than ten minutes and he had fucked up royally, far more quickly than he ever had. Not even the debacle with Quinn and Finn had felt this bad to him. Shit, he should have followed Schue's advice and, almost as if he'd conjured the man by thinking his name, the teacher appeared, coming down the front steps of the school.

He hunched his shoulders, hoping the man wouldn't see him but he looked up at the sound of his name, Schue waving to him as he approached.

"Hey, didn't I just see Kurt's Escalade tearing out of here? Did you get to talk to him?" He came up to Puck, squinting in the late afternoon light and then he gasped as he got a good look at the teen before him.

"Puck, what happened?!" His eyes took in the reddening hand print on the boy's face and then they widened in understanding. "Oh, no, did Kurt do that?"

Puck shrugged and began stowing his guitar case in his truck. He looked at Schue and then away before mumbling, "I may have pissed him off…"

"'May have'? Puck, that hand print on your face says way more than 'may have'!"

"Okay, I may have… uh, kissed him, okay? It wasn't a big deal!"

Schue stared at the boy incredulously and then a chuckle burst from him and then he was roaring with laughter. He took a look at Puck and tried to stop but he just started up again. Finally, when his roars subsided enough for him to speak, he burbled, "Kurt certainly thought it was a big deal!" and the laughter started again.

"Yeah, laugh it up, while I have to go home and explain to ma and sister why my face looks like this!"

He jumped into his truck, slammed the door and started it up. He glanced out his window to see Schue looking at him apologetically and the teacher put his hand on the window to stop him from driving away. Puck rolled his eyes at him but waited for him to speak.

"Sorry, you kids are just all about the drama, aren't you? Okay, here's what you do – I don't have a clue why I'm helping you, really – but tomorrow you're going to serenade him as an apology. Yeah," he held up his hands in surrender, "I know it's kinda cliché but this is Kurt you're dealing with. I hate to say it but your boy is a walking cliché."

Puck found himself smiling reluctantly at the curly-haired man and it struck him then that Schue was probably the teacher who was closest to them and privy to all their drama. Maybe his years of experience could come in handy for Puck, who knows. He nodded at the man and threw him a little smile.

"Okay, I'll work on it, run it by you before Glee tomorrow and then… I guess we'll see if the diva knows how to accept an apology."

"That's my boy!" Schue crowed and Puck grinned at him, throwing him a wave as he moved off.

Will watched Puck drive off, unknowingly repeating the moment when Puck had watched Kurt drive away from him. He shook his head as he turned to his own vehicle; if anyone years ago had told him he'd be counseling lovelorn teens and not freaking out about it, he wouldn't have believed them. Yet, here he was, dealing with the rollercoaster emotions of a bunch of highly talented, very theatrical students and he thought he was pretty damn good at it.

He whistled loudly in the empty parking lot, enjoying the feeling of having done a good deed and acknowledged that this was one teen drama he was looking forward to helping with. Hmmm, I wonder if there's a Journey song to fit this situation. Oh, yes, this Cupid gig was the bomb!

And dork that he was, he almost high-fived himself right there in the school car park.

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TBC

A/N 2: I do hope you all enjoyed this latest installment. I have no idea yet what – or how appropriate – the song will be but knowing Puck, it might be a little bit different. Let me know what you think and any ideas on what Puck should do. Even Journey songs are welcome. So, please review!