Sorry it took so long, being a senior is tough

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Disclaimer: I don't own glee.


Finn stood right in front of the giggling boys.

"This is so not cool! Are you guys high?"

"No, but you're high. You're as tall as the mall. Hey, it rhymes!" Kurt was now on the couch, laughing hysterically.

"Dude, I think yeti is mad at us." Puck looked scared.

"I'm not yeti! And you're coming home with me, Kurt."

"But- but cookie…" Kurt said in a child-like voice.

"I'll get you a cookie." Kurt seemed to be pleased and he followed Finn to the front door.

"I won't let you take the princess!" puck ran towards Finn, and Finn threw a fist to his face. Puck fell on the floor, holding his face. Finn slammed the door behind Kurt and him and dragged Kurt to the car. While driving he tried to make Kurt tell him what he took.

"What did he give you?"

"There was a giant doughnut there, Finn. Giant, I tell you." Kurt whispered.

"Oh my god." Finn sighed. He parked the car and walked to the front door.

"You're lucky your dad is not at home." He said. When Kurt didn't answer Finn turned around. Kurt was on his knees on the grass. Finn pulled him up and helped him into the house. Kurt lied on the bed and fell asleep instantly. Finn climbed up the stairs, and saw his mom cooking in the kitchen. He took a soda out of fridge, and she looked at him as if she was waiting for him to start talking.

"Mom, what should I do if a friend of mine is hurting himself?"

"Well, sweetie, do you know why does he behave like that?"

"No, but it gets serious."

"Oh dear. I had a friend like that once. She ended up dead." Finn looked pale.

"I don't want him to die."

"Than ask him why is he doing these things to himself."

"Do you think I should tell his parents?"

"Maybe. Try to talk to him first."

"Oh, ok." Finn finished his soda and decided to check on Kurt. The boy was still asleep, and he looked all messed up. Finn tried to understand what happened between his step brother and his ex-best friend.


Kurt woke up at sunset. He managed to get himself in the bathroom, strip and get in the tub, but he just sat there. After a while he turned on the water and felt the jets hitting him. He sighed in relief. The weekend was over, and he just wanted to sleep, even though he just woke up. He scrubbed himself half-heartedly, too tired to notice his actions. After he got out and dried himself he realized he didn't take clothes with him into the bathroom. He cursed quietly and called Finn. The boy didn't answer. Kurt wrapped the towel around his body and got out. He tried to get dressed quickly, but he couldn't find a pair of sweatpants. He kept looking in the closet, and he happened to find his black and blue striped Alexander McQueen shirt. He felt his stomach clutch, and he put down the shirt, neatly folded. He found a pair of sweatpants and put them on. He lied in bed, thinking about the past two weeks and his new relationship with Puck. He didn't know if he wanted more, but something inside his head was telling him to go for it.


Puck hated Mondays. It was a horrible day to be alive. This particular Monday wasn't any different. After first period he ran into Santana. They talked a little, but after a few minutes they started making out. It always ended like that. After all, she was smoking hot, and he needed to reassure he wasn't gay after this weekend. He couldn't think of a reason why he had kissed Kurt. But fucking Santana in the bathroom was always one of his favorite things. Somehow after half an hour everybody in school knew Puck and Santana are an item. Santana seemed to like their renewed showmance, because everyone knew that what it was. There were no other emotions in their relationship besides lust and passion. Puck also knew for a fact Brittney and Santana were together. He was still trying to talk Santana into a three-way, but she refused to share Brittney with anyone. Puck would never admit the thought of loving someone and wanting him to be yours alone warmed his heart.

While the rumor of Puck and Santana getting back together spread within the students in McKinley high, Kurt was sitting with the rest of the glee club in the cafeteria as Santana came in, very aware to the fact every eye in the room was on her. Kurt dropped his fork and left the cafeteria, Quinn and Mercedes chasing him.

"Kurt, wait!"

"Kurt, please slow down! What happened?" Quinn asked Kurt. He leaned against the wall and slid to the cold floor, sobbing. Mercedes sat next to him, rubbing his back. He leaned his head on her shoulder, and she hugged him. Quinn sat on his other side, looking at him with concern.

"I hate him. I hate him so much."

"He's an asshole, Kurt. It's better to know it before it get serious."

"I don't care about him! I'm not supposed to care…" the girls remained silent and just sat there, trying to comfort Kurt with no words. He stopped crying, and just closed his eyes. The bell rang and he got up, sending the girls into their classes and walking into the bathroom. He washed his face, but he didn't fell like going to class. He decided to go to the library, where he was sure he would never see any cheerleader or football player. He needed some time alone, to think about everything. He sat in the literature section for about an hour and he came to terms with what he had to do.

He had to break them up.