Hello my lovely, lovely readers. Here's chapter 10/journal entry number 10, and i would like to say a few words before you begin reading. First of all, i would like to congratulate the winner of my contest, Teen-Wolf22, for submitting the correct answers. The character that said the quote was Yuuichirou Tajima and the anime he is from is Big Windup/Ookiku Furikabutte. Teen-Wolf22, you have one a part in the story you may add. So, pick something you would like to see happen in the story and reply back to me in a review or a private message. *SPOILER ALERT* I must warn you though that anything sexual between Kurt and Puck i have planned to happen later in both the other parts, Junior and Senior Year Journals, so if that is something you pick to play out, you won't see it until then.

The second thing i would like to mention is a very serious and sad thing and i am sorry Teen-Wolf22 for raining on your parade for this one. On the first of august a review was posted by a guest stating that they don't like Kurt and that my story reminds them why they don't like him. I, though am a annoyed and ticked off, am not going to start cussing this person off for what they have done. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. What i would like to say on the matter is that if any of you is to write a review make it positive. If you wish it to be negative, make it helpful so that i may learn from it; not be hurt by it.

The last thing i would like to mention is any apologies for incorrect information written in the story (Ex: Super Mario Brothers for Xbox360) and any incorrect grammar/spelling. I do not have a beta/editor. I write by myself and this is mainly for entertainment for all of you. I am not an author and none of my stories are used for profit so it shouldn't matter a whole lot if there are mistakes.

Thank you for all of your time if you have finished reading this note and i hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the characters, or any products mentioned in the making of this story.

9/14

Hey Awesomeness,

It was Sunday afternoon, the fourteenth, when I got a call from Kurt. It was around noon-ish and I was busy cleaning the pool of one of the moms that saw our performance a few weeks ago. Lucky for Kurt, I wasn't in bed with the woman at the time.

"I'm dead," was the first thing he said when I picked up; I didn't even have a chance to say 'hi'.

"Wait, so if you're dead, does that mean I'm talking to your ghost?" I asked jokingly, faking excitement.

"Yes Noah, I'm a ghost," Kurt replied back sarcastically and very sourly.

I could tell he wasn't really in the mood for jokes, especially if the first thing he tells me is that he's dead, but he needed a laugh to bring up his spirits so I continued with the joke. "Whoa! That's awesome! Like, see-through and everything?"

"Stop the joking, Noah; I'm in some serious shit here!" Kurt demanded and I stopped, knowing that if Kurt's cussing, he's either pissed, really serious, or both. I'm going to go with both.

"Okay, Princess. What's up?" I asked, setting down my leaf skimmer and taking up a serious listening stance, which was really just one arm crossed over my chest while the other held the phone to my ear.

Kurt sighed. "You know how I haven't told my dad about me being… you know…"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I don't approve of it but go on."

"And you also know how I was working on that music video of me lip singing and dancing to Beyoncé's Single Ladies with Britt and Tina, right?"

"Yep, the outfit you made for it made me laugh."

"Yeah, that one. Well, we were doing our first take of it this afternoon. I didn't want to do it while my dad was home because it's not very guy-ish so I planned on doing it while he was at work this afternoon. And guess what happened?"

"He came home?" I guessed.

"Yes, he came home. I had to make up a lie and say that what I was wearing was what all the jocks are wearing now days when they do sports and work out." I rolled my eyes. 'Oh yeah Kurt, like he'd buy that,' I thought sarcastically. "And then Brittany had to go and say that I'm on the football team as the kicker after Tina helped by saying that the football guys wear them too."

I about choked on air at his words and I'm sure if I had taken a drink of something I would have spit it out. I know; cliché dramatic, right? "Whoa, hold up Princess. The kicker? Dude, can you even kick a ball?"

"Yes, Noah, I can!" Kurt answered snippily. "That's beside the point. My dad wants to come to the game this Friday to see me in action. What am I going to do!?"

"Calm down, Princess," I said, holding my hand out in a stop gesture. "You're pretty good of a kicker right?"

"I suppose so. I do dance and stuff so my leg muscles are pretty good. Why?"

I smirked while I nodded my head. "Well, you need to be on the team as the kicker, right? Well, we're going to get you on the team."

"How?"

"Glee has morning rehearsal, correct?"

"Every morning before school, sometimes during lunch if need be, and after school Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays," Kurt confirmed.

'Perfect.' "Okay, here's what you need to do. Tomorrow morning at rehearsal, talk to Finn. He's the quarterback so he's got more ranking and Coach will listen to him better. Tell him you need a favor and you need to get on the team as the kicker for personal reasons. He'll help you, I promise."

Kurt let out a long breath. "Alright, Noah. I trust you. Why won't you help me, though? Wait, never mind. Forget I asked that. Just… thanks."

"No prob, Princess," I said with a smile. "Can't wait for your big debut tomorrow."

"Yeah, same here."

9/15

Monday after school we were all out on the field, doing our drills and such. On the other side of the field, Finn was with Kurt who was dressed in some over sized excise clothes, sweatband, and leggings. Finn was stretching while talking to Kurt. At some point I could tell Finn was trying to get Kurt to put the football helmet on (good luck with that, dude. He's not messing his hair up for nothing) and ended up having to put it on for him, which made me roll my eyes and shake my head. I'd love to see Kurt chew Finn out later when he takes it off and sees how flat and at the same time ruffled his hair is.

I saw Kurt turn to leave. I was kinda hoping that he was going to give up because if he actually screws his try out up, he's going to get beaten – mildly but still – and I won't be able to help him. I inched a little closer, trying to pick up on what he was saying. Something about needing to get his music?

Then it dawned on me; his Single Ladies. Kurt and Finn had practiced at lunch his kicking, he was actually pretty good, but the problem was, he could only do it when he had his music going. It was a strange kind of stimulus for his skill but hey, everybody has something that gets them going – and I don't mean that in a sexual way. Okay, I kinda do but that's not important. What I'm saying is, in order for Kurt to kick the football though the goal post, he needed to have his music playing – more specifically, his Single Ladies.

Then I heard Finn say something about how Kurt couldn't use it when he was doing it out there, even though they did during their practice session, and that it took a lot to let the others let Kurt do his try out. I had been there when he was running it by them and they were the least bit pleased by the news. I was though proud of Kurt when he stood up to Finn and made a snarky remark about how his body is some fancy desert or something and then said that, "if they were going to be doing this, they were going to be doing it his way".

"So, are you two an item now or...?" I asked as I approached Finn. I actually found the question pretty funny but in a sort of cruel way that was not only making fun of my best bro for openly showing his friendship with Kurt while also by hinting that Kurt was not only gay but had feelings for him. I took a deep breath before saying firmly, "He doesn't belong here."

It was true. I was all for Kurt being a man and living up to the lie he and Britt created and actually doing something sporty for once, but it was the truth. Kurt didn't belong on the football field. He was too fragile and all the guys despised him. It was the last place he should be doing the last thing that I'd ever think of him doing and he knew it too. I knew it. Kurt knew it. Finn knew it. Hell, even Mr. H knew it and yet he still let Kurt believe that he believed his lie. So unbelievable.

"You joined Acafellas," Finn pointed out, thinking that I was upset that Kurt was on our turf and in our group even though I was briefly in a form of his. "What's the difference?"

I played along with Finnessa's little conclusion. I wasn't going to correct him or tell him the truth. The last person I wanted to tell my friendship/deal with Kurt to was Finn; well, with the exception to the other football douches. If they found out, they'd go after Kurt, thinking he'd "infected me". Yeah, like gay's contagious. Stupid dumbass homophobic mother fuckers.

"I'm a stud, dude. I could wear a dress to school and people would think it's cool," I said with a smirk. I doubt that would actually happen but hey, if any dude could rock a dress and still be cool, it'd be me.

I looked over as Coach blew his whistle. "Everybody, take a knee," he ordered and we all crowded around him. Mondays were usually the days he goes over what we need to work on, since it's the next day we have practice after a game. It involves a lot of yelling, some crying from the weak freshman, and a whole lot of shame on our part.

That day, he started off with yelling at our current kicker, who, for six games now, had missed every field goal attempt. "For six games, our kicker, Mr. Langenthal," Coach said, putting his hand on our kicker's shoulder, who's head was bowed shamefully, "is zero for twelve field goal attempts. As most of you should know, that sucks!"

As Coach downgraded our kicker to drink boy, I looked over to Kurt who was standing behind the circle of guys just as Coach was saying that the next guy who can get the ball through the goal post gets the position. I noticed Finn nodding to him out of the corner of my eye and then Kurt pushed his way through, holding his helmet – his hair was fixed and I'm guessing some pretty foul language was muttered towards Finnessa while he was fixing it, and tapped Coach on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel and I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker," Kurt said once he had Coach's attention, and I face-palmed myself with a soft groan. 'God, he hasn't even begun his try out and he's already made a fool of himself.' The other guys snickered at his words and Kurt sent them some frosty glares.

Coach agreed; we needed a kicker and Kurt was willing to try out. So, Kurt, with his portable CD player on his shoulder and his helmet on his head, walked with Finn to the designated line used when kicking a field goal for try outs. I stood at the sidelines with the others, watching as he set his music down and Finn got ready with the ball and peg. I held my breath as he pressed the play button and got in his stance.

The music started and so did his dancing. The guys were laughing and pointing at him and I just crossed my arms over my chest, watching him contently and hoping to god he didn't mess it up while also blocking out the sounds of the guys making fun of my friend and holding back the erg to punch everyone of the snickering faces in. Kurt was almost to the ball and a smirk crossed my face. I'd watched them practice his kicking, secretly of course so Finn didn't see me knew what was coming next.

Kurt kicked the ball and it went soaring through the goal post. I watched everyone's eyes widen and their mouths drop open in shock; one of them even dropped his helmet. Kurt took his helmet off, patting at his messy hair while asking if that was good. Coach ran up to him, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"Can you do that with a game on the line and ten gorillas bearing down on you for nothing but a taste of your sweet virgin blood?" he asked.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his face. "Hmm, sounds like fun. Can I have my music?"

Coach laughed softly. "If you kick like that, you can wear a Toto for all I care!" Coach turned Kurt to us while yelling, "Gentlemen, we have found ourselves kicker!"

Kurt smiled happily as he gave all of us one of those Princess waves with his hand cupped weirdly. I just gave him a look, letting him know that he's lucky that he can kick so good or else he'd be dead right then.

~ PK ~

"I got it! I got it!" Kurt kept squealing loudly that day while he bounced in his seat. He just couldn't stay put for one second, it was actually pretty funny and weirdly cute in an excited child sorta way. I smiled while I looked at the road. In celebration, I told him I'd take him out to this yummy brick oven pizza joint I know of in the next town over.

"Yeah, you rocked it Princess," I praised. "You should have seen the look on their faces when the ball made it through the goal post. Priceless."

"Oh, I don't really care about that. I get to be on the team for my dad and get to rub it in every one of their faces that I'm good at something they can do," Kurt said smugly.

"That's what I'm talking about!" I cheered, holding my hand out for Kurt to high five it; he did.

"So, how long until we get there?" he asked. "I'm starving."

"Not too long, Princess. Don't worry though, you'll love it," I reassured. "They make the best brick oven pizzas and brochette."

"You know what brochette is?" Kurt asked in surprise.

I nodded my head. "Yeah. The stuff's awesome." I licked my lips hungrily, already looking forward to eating some; it had been a while since I'd been there. About ten minutes later we arrived there. The name of the restaurant is 800 degrees. We hoped out and I led Kurt inside the yummy smelling restaurant.

"Will it just be the two of you?" the lady at the podium asked when we approached it.

"Yep. Table for two please," I asked with a charming smile.

"Right this way then, gentlemen," the hostess said, leading us to a wooden booth on the other side of the dividing wall. Kurt and I sat down across from each other and we each picked up a menu to look at it.

"So, what do you recommend?" Kurt asked.

"Everything's good so you can't go wrong. I like the pulled pork pizza," I said.

"Where's that? Oh, I see it. Pulled pork, barbeque sauce instead of pizza sauce, red onion, and basil." Kurt licked his lips as he looked up. "Sounds good."

"Do you want to get that?" I asked. "We can have whatever; my treat."

"I'm not sure. Sounds like there will be too many carbs."

I frowned unhappily at his words. Kurt and I have never really eaten together except for that one time when we had our sleep over so I wasn't used to his eating habits. He'd eaten chips and dip, both carb loaded things, but he had drunk diet pop too. And the time at the game, he had diet pop and popcorn, the two lowest calories and carb loaded things there. I guess I should have known Kurt was a health addict. He's so gosh darn skinny but I'd always thought it was natural.

I snatched the menu from him, Kurt letting out an annoyed, 'hey!' as I put both of them back. "Nuh uh. No way am I letting you bitch about your food and eat rabbit food all night. You're going to eat a carb loaded pizza and you're going to like it!" I said sternly as I stood up.

"I thought this was my celebration treat!" Kurt protested, his arms crossed over his chest and an angry icy glare narrowed at me; his eyes a pale blue-gray – annoyance/anger.

"It is and you're going to have celebration food." I walked up to the counter that you order at. "I need two drinks, a barbeque pulled pork pizza, an eight hundred degrees pizza, and an order of brochette."

"Would you like anything else?" the guy at the register asked.

"Nope," I said, pulling my wallet out.

"That'll be 34.95." I handed him two twenties. "And 5.05 is your change. Your food will be out shortly." I took my change, dropping the nickel in the tip jar, and put away the five before grabbing the plastic number sign that you put at your table so that the server knows where the order goes and the empty cups, heading back to Kurt who was sitting in the booth pouting.

"What'd you get us?" he asked when I came back.

I set the number sign in the holder on the table and then handed Kurt his cup. "You'll just have to wait and see," I said with a smirk, sticking my tongue out at him when glared at me.

We walked together to the soda fountain. I filled my cup with cherry coke and Kurt filled his with ice cold unsweetened tea from the tea dispenser beside the soda fountain, each of us grabbing straws on our way back to the table.

"You're a secousse, you know that?" Kurt said once we sat down.

I furrowed my eyebrows together at the foreign word. "A secousse? What's that?"

"It's French and if you want to know what it means look it up," Kurt replied icily with a devilish smile.

I smirked. Kurt wasn't the only one that knew words in another language that people don't know. "Oh yeah? Well you're a challah!"

"A what?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide. "I don't even know how to say the word you just said."

I smirked triumphantly, leaning back casually. "It's Yiddish," I explained with a proud smirk.

My mom, though not as much as my nana, speaks Yiddish, that's why I know it. She doesn't speak it much, except if she's mad then she'll go on a ranting spree using it, but she does say plenty of words. Though cuss words I learned from my nana. She doesn't give a rat's ass if she cusses in Yiddish around Sarah and I; I've just learned to look for context clues to figure them out.

"You know Yiddish?" Kurt asked, surprised but also intrigued and impressed.

I nodded my head. "Yep. My ma and nana speak it a lot. I wouldn't say I'm fluent in it but I could keep up a mild conversation with you if I get to use cuss words."

Kurt's eyes narrowed and his mouth curled down into a frown. "You called me a bitch, didn't you?"

I smiled widely. "Good guess, Princess. I thought you'd think something more along the lines of homophobic slurs first since those offend you the most but good work."

Kurt looked down at the glass in his hand before asking timidly, "You didn't call me one of those names, did you?"

Though it did hurt to hear Kurt ask me that question, it didn't necessarily shock me as much as it did. I knew a part of Kurt still didn't trust me and that that part of him still saw me as his bully and the dick head that might have thrown a few of those slurs at him when the others were as well. It hurt like hell, I wasn't going to deny that, but I knew I had to give Kurt time. I knew that for the most part, Kurt trusted me and liked being my friend/deal partner and being in my company. That much I was sure of.

"No, Kurt, I didn't," I reassured him honestly, dropping his nickname so he'd know I was serious. "I know I called you those names in the past but that's not me – that's not Noah. Noah's not your bully, Noah's not going to call you names or hurt you, and Noah doesn't care if you're straight or gay or whatever you want to be. You. Are. You. That's all he cares about."

Kurt's eyes lifted to me. They were glossy and a deep, dark blue. I wondered why he was sad. Then, a soft sob escaped him and my eyes widened as I watched him start to cry, panicking a little. "Oh shit! What'd I do? What'd I say?" I asked, worried.

Kurt shook his head, covering his face with his hands. I felt bad for making him cry, though I didn't know why he was, and I slid from my side of the booth and sat down beside him on his side. "Princess, please don't cry," I begged softly. I grabbed his hands and pried them off his face. "Hey, look at me. I'm sorry I made you cry. I didn't mean to."

Kurt sniffled softly and looked up into my eyes. I noticed a thin ring of bright blue lining his pupils and I wondered, 'Why is he happy?' "No one, and I mean no one, has ever told me that before. Noah, I am barely accepted for being myself and you just told me you, or should I say Noah, only cares about who I am, not what I am." Kurt smiled. "Thank you."

Now I understood the reason he was happy. It was another one of those accepting his gayness moments. I knew it was still a big issue for Kurt. It wasn't a big issue about him accepting his own sexuality, he's the proudest gay I know, but it more has to do with others accepting him. Not many people do accept him, not even his dad has vocally accepted him but that's another issue for another time, and I guess I still haven't grasped the full meaning of being Kurt's first real guy friend that accepts his gayness.

I smiled back at Kurt as I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him into a side hug. "You're welcome, Princess."

"Caesar salads," the server lady said as she suddenly appeared holding two bowls full of Caesar salads. Both pizzas come with Caesar salads.

I smiled up at her, taking my arm back from Kurt. "Right here."

The lady set the salads down in front of us, Kurt looking pleased to see it, before straightening back up. "I'll be back with your brochette," she said before leaving.

We began to dig into our salads and we both thanked the server lady when she came back with a serving plate full of brochette. She turned to leave but stopped and looked over her shoulder at us. "You know, you two make an awfully cute couple," she said with a smile.

My eyes widened but I had to hold back a laugh at the information. Kurt though, didn't find what the server lady said to be very funny as he started to cough and choke on the sip of his tea he had been taking when the lady said that. I turned to him, slightly worried, and patted him on the back.

"W-we're not a couple!" Kurt clarified once he got his coughing fit under control, his voice horse but still stern.

The server lady just shrugged before walking away. I watched her go while thinking about what she had said. Did Kurt and I really look that good together? I turned my head to look at Kurt, who was shaking his head and muttering about stupid waitresses that can't even tell when one guy is straight and the other isn't while roughly stabbing at his salad.

I've never thought about it before, never had to or wanted to, but as I thought about it, I weirdly had to agree with the waitress. We, in a way, looked good together in a weird contrasting kind of way. I'm masculine; he's feminine. I'm bad; he's good. I'm tan skinned; he's pale skinned. He's high pitched; I'm a somewhat deeper register. I'm sporty; he's danc-y. I'm crude; he's refined. I'm a stud; he's a virgin. I'm dirty minded; he's purely innocent. That's pretty much all the contrasts I can think of; all the rest are things we have in common like singing, having one parent, etc.

Then, there's that one contrast that towers over the rest; our sexualities. I'm as straight as a fucking arrow, having fucked more girls than any other guy my age, and Kurt, well, he's as straight as rainbow. Our sexualities are what make everything we do together so… what's the word I'm looking for… revolutionary. We could sit next to each other, hug, sleep in the same bed, talk about each other's respected interests – both sexual and none sexual, sharing food/drinks, and even seeing each other naked – though that has only been Kurt – has no effect on us.

It really is spectacular but at the same time, bothersome. It's always the biggest complication when it comes to our friendship – the second being our history together; meaning, our bully and victim relationship. The reason it's our biggest problem is, as you know, because Kurt's worried that his sexuality will bother me, but no matter how many times I tell him and prove to him that his sexuality doesn't bother me, he still believes it does. Though, he has started getting better about it. If I hug him or sling my arm over his shoulder or around his waist, he doesn't question it. We've even gotten to the point where if we're watching a movie Kurt will openly point out that he thinks a certain male character is hot or cute. It's really a big improvement from before when he'd stutter or blush when mentioning such things.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked.

Kurt looked up from his salad and nodded his head curtly. "Yes, I'm fine." Kurt looked away. "You?"

"Totally fine," I reassured with a smile.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at me. "You are still the weirdest straight guy I've ever met."

I chuckled throwing my arm around his shoulder. "Told ya I'm okay with it. What the waitress said? Didn't even bother me. Her opinion, right?"

Kurt nodded his head. "Yeah, everyone's entitled to their own I suppose. Still, your sexuality was put on the line just now. Didn't that… offend you?"

I cocked my head to the side as I thought about it. "Well, I guess maybe a little, but I know what I am so what other people think doesn't bother me."

"Even if that thing is being… gay?"

I smiled at him. "Nah. I mean, girls love gays, right?"

Kurt giggled while nodding his head. "Yes, they do, and you know what they say, every gay needs a fruit fly."

"And what better than a guy that can satisfy that fruit fly?" I agreed, making him laugh.

"I'm serious though, Noah," Kurt said after he stopped laughing. "If us being friends is going to lead to you being called gay or thought of being gay than I want you to tell me honestly if it bothers you. I don't want you to end up yelling at me and getting mad because suddenly people are calling you the F word."

I pulled Kurt closer to my side. I didn't like this discussion, not one bit. I knew that my temper could get out of hand and that it would probably flare up the minute that that word was thrown my way because someone saw me being friends with Kurt. I also didn't like it because I hated to think about me making him cry because I took my anger out on him and accused him of being the problem when I was the one to start our friendship by creating that deal. It broke my heart just thinking about it.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm tough enough to take it, I swear," I promised, taking comfort in having him so close.

It was weird that I did but Kurt had this certain thing to him that makes me calm, nice, gentle, caring, and happy whenever he's close. It's like he's an actual angel and anything he touches turns it nicer or brings out the nicer in them. That's sorta like what Kurt does to me. He makes me better and makes it okay for me to be Noah without thinking that it's not okay to be him. I've always thought that to be liked and be on top you gotta be tough, mean, and badass, but with Kurt, he's made it okay to be softer and nicer and what not. I just wish that with it, he'd bring courage so I could actually be Noah without being scared of what would happen if I did.

~ PK ~

"That was really good. Thank you for taking me, Noah," Kurt said in the car on the way home. Kurt was smiling contently as he leaned against my shoulder, enjoying the peaceful car ride and the satisfying feeling of having a full stomach.

I smirked as I replied, "Told ya it would be. Are you still mad at me that I made you eat a carb loaded pizza?"

Kurt sighed before shaking his head. "No, I'm really not. Still, I'm going to have to work out for an extra half hour tomorrow to burn it off."

I frowned unhappily, narrowing my eyes at the road as my hands clenched at the wheel even tighter. Kurt must have noticed my sudden change as he straightened up and turned to me. "Noah? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"Why do you obsess over your appearance?" I asked, my voice laced with annoyance.

"Why shouldn't I?" Kurt asked defensively. "What people see on the outside reflects what they think of you. If I'm overweight, they'll think I'm lazy or glutton-ness. If I have bad skin, people will think I'm dirty or uncaring. If I have greasy, messy hair, people will think I'm dirty. If I dress in cheep clothing that doesn't suit my body shape at all people will think I'm poor or self-conscious. Besides, when one has a nice body shape, flawless skin, and silky, neatly styled hair, they tend to feel good about themselves and walk around with more pride in themselves."

I scoffed, shaking my head at him. "That's bullshit. When you obsess over your appearance, it shows others that you are self-conscious. You care what they think and it gives them all the more satisfaction when they ruin what you've worked hard to create. Real pride is going around without make up on, in baggy clothing, and with your hair all messy. It shows them that you don't care what they think and still think of yourself as beautiful when you're not your best."

Kurt huffed and turned his head away, his arms crossed over his chest. "That's absurd."

"Is it?"

There was a pause and then a mutter reply, "Maybe not."

We came to a red light and I turned to Kurt. "Princess, I'm going to tell you this now and I don't want you to forget it. You are beautiful."

Kurt snapped his head around, his eyes wide. "What?"

I chuckled, poking him in the side. "You heard me. You're beautiful. It's weird to think of another guy like that but really, you are. A lot of girls must be jealous."

Kurt's cheeks flushed pink, his eyes looking away. "Oh… um… thank you I suppose. Wha-why do you think that?" he asked shyly.

I blinked, staring at him. The car behind me honked loudly, snapping me from my staring. I turned back to the steering wheel and started driving again. I stared at the road in front of me, my grip on the steering wheel tight as I thought about Kurt's question.

Why did I think Kurt was beautiful? Well, he does have flawless skin; there's one. It's so white and smooth and soft and not even one blemish marks his skin. Then, there are his eyes. They really the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. The mixtures of colors and different combinations make them so unique it's beautiful and how they're wide but not too wide like Ms. Pillsbury's makes him look so innocent. And there is so much more. I could go on and on about what makes Kurt beautiful but, thinking about it is weird and strange to be thinking about my friend like that.

"Your eyes," I said suddenly, making Kurt jump slightly.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

I smiled, my eyelids lowered as I watched the road. "Your eyes, they're… so pretty. Everything about them is beautiful; the color, the shape, the wideness, and even your long eyelashes. They all make your eyes pretty and to be honest, they're one of your best features."

I glanced at Kurt out of the corner of my eye. His mouth had dropped open and his eyes were wide in surprise. When Kurt noticed that I was looking at him, he closed his mouth and his cheeks flushed a deep red color. I chuckled, turning back to the road; we were almost back to his house.

"You really think that?" Kurt asked.

"Don't act so surprised," I told him. "You need to believe in yourself more. And don't get any big ideas. Just because I told you your eyes are pretty and that you're beautiful doesn't mean I'm suddenly switching teams."

Kurt giggled, a smile on his face. "Don't worry, I'm not. You're allowed to think that someone of the same gender is good looking. Girls do it all the time."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, just saying."

9/16

Tuesday was an odd day. Quinn looked really depressed that day and she looked like she was on the verge of tears at one point. I wondered what was wrong with her but I knew that when Quinn's upset, she likes to be left alone. She gets defensive when she is and I really didn't want to be on the short end of the bitch stick.

The other thing that made it odd was Finn kept spacing out – more than usual. Even lunch couldn't hold his attention. He barely ate and if Finn's not eating, it's a sign that you should be worried. I didn't approach him either. I wanted to give Finn a day to get over whatever's bothering him before I ask him about it.

"Hey, did you notice Finn was acting a little weird today?" I asked Kurt when I came over that day after school because Kurt wanted to show me his Single Ladies video; he got it finished the other night.

Kurt sat on the couch, loading up his lap top so he could pull up the finished footage. "Actually, yes, I did. It was weird though. Tina was practicing her song – I was back stage going through the costumes to find the right one for her to wear when she sings it – when Finn walked in, looking like he's going to start crying at any moment." Kurt turned his head to me. "Strange, isn't it?"

I nodded my head as I took a seat next to him. "Yeah, it really is. I've never really seen him like that before except after the day he went out driving with his mom and his permit for the first time. He almost killed a mailman during it." I cocked my head to the side. "I wonder what it is this time."

"Maybe he hit another mailman," Kurt suggested.

I shrugged. "Maybe. Finn's not the best driver."

"Okay, here's the video," Kurt said excitedly when he finally pulled up the footage. I scooted closer so I could see it, leaning into him slightly. He started it and my eyes widened slightly when I saw it. Kurt wasn't a bad dancer, that's for sure, as he danced with Britt and Tina.

As I continued to watch, their moves got slightly more erotic with some hip shaking and swirling and some butt tapping. It was because of the change that I felt myself harden a bit. I wasn't surprised – much – that I did. Britt was in it and that Tina girl wasn't bad looking either and they both were wearing leotards. It was more awkward to be sitting next to Kurt with a semi hard dick between my legs. I'm just glad that my jeans were baggy or I don't know what I'd do if he saw my body's reaction.

"So, what'd you think?" Kurt asked once it was over, his wide eyes so full of innocence and ignorance. I wondered how it was that he didn't realize that something like that would turn me on.

"It was great," I said with a forced smile as I leaned back, shifting uncomfortably while shouting in my head for my erection to go away.

Kurt smiled back, happiness lighting up his face. "Splendid. I knew I'd do a good job." Kurt set the lap top down on the other side of him on the couch and then stood up, walking to his desk and grabbing a blank CD from a stack on top of it and a CD case. He grabbed the lap top once he sat back down and popped the blank disk into the disk drawer.

I watched him as he burned the video onto the disk and once it was finished, took it out and then placed it inside the plastic CD case. He smiled as he turned to me and held out the CD case to me.

"Here, take this. I want you to have a copy."

I hesitantly grabbed the copy from him, knowing exactly what I'd be doing that night when I watched it again.

~ PK ~

When I got home, I ate dinner with my ma and sister and then headed upstairs, locking the door to my bedroom shut behind me. I looked over at the CD case that sat on top of my unmade bed. I could feel my body wanting to put that disk inside the DVD player connected to my TV and watch again that video that made me all hot and bothered. It made me wonder later why I didn't just put that disk with the rest of the CDs and DVDs I had and leave to go pick up some drunk chick and do her in the back of my truck when I grabbed the CD and put it in the DVD player.

I sat on the edge of the foot of my bed, waiting patiently for it to start up. The main screen for Kurt's video came up, a paused picture of him and the two girls in the back ground. I pressed the play button and as it fade out to black, I could feel my dick twitch in excitement for what was about to come.

The video started and my eyes were glued to the scene. My ears didn't even register the sound of the song playing, only my eyes watched the hypnotic and also partially erotic footage before me. I could feel myself get harder as the hip movements started and instinctively, my hand went to the front of my jeans, pressing the heel of my palm against my hard on to get some friction on it.

I kept up the kneading with the heel of my palm, my gaze becoming half lidded as pleasure rocked my body and sent shivers down my spine. Soft breathy moans escaped past my parted lips and my eyelids slid shut as I finally unbuttoned my jeans and slipped the zipper down, pulling out my cock and roughly started to jerk myself to my climax.

I groaned and grunted at the feeling of my rough hand movements. Mostly when I jerked off I'd give myself more attention. Play with the tip and the slit at the top, fondle and squeeze my balls, and even toy with my nipple ring but this time I just wanted release and I wanted it fast and now.

I felt my balls tighten up and the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach to intensify and tighten as well. I opened my eyes at the last minute and saw Kurt and the ladies strike their final pose.

"Fuck!" I gasped loudly as my body tensed up and cum erupted like lava from a volcano out of my dick. My dick twitched violently as spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum burst from the tip until finally it was done and I was left with a hand and part of my shirt covered in my jizz.

I fell back onto the bed where I laid there panted loudly. Never before had I had such a strong orgasm, especially from just masturbating. I'd had some strong orgasms before during sex but never quite like the one I just had.

It didn't hit me that I just jerked off to my guy friend's homemade music until I glanced towards the TV and saw the main screen for the video on it. When it did, I was mortified. How could I do such a thing!? That was a gift from Kurt and I used it to jerk off. He'd be disgusted if he ever found out. Not that he ever would but you get what I'm saying. I shouldn't have done that and now because I was so stupid I won't even be able to look at Kurt without feeling guilty for pleasuring myself over the good looking and sexy dancing chicks in his vid.

9/17

Come Wednesday Finn was still spacing out. That morning though, all the football players were to meet up in the locker room so I wasn't able to ask him. I was curious and wondered what that was about. I asked Kurt – via text cause it was hard for me to face him and since we had the football meeting we didn't meet for breakfast that morning; thank God or I would have died – and he just told me he didn't know. All of us met up into the locker room and Coach told us to change into our uniforms and then take a seat in front of the white board.

It wasn't the fact that Coach called us in that morning – we sometimes have morning practices or he has to tell us something important like who we would be competing against next or about our grades – but it was that Mr. Schue was standing next to him with Finn. I wondered briefly if they were going to be asking us to join again. That would have been much better than what came next.

"Gentlemen, we want you to learn the Single Ladies performance before the game this Friday," Coach said.

I slammed my locker closed, not happy at all by the news. I didn't want to learn that stupid dance and give the other sports teams a reason to knock us down. It was already bad enough that Kurt kept trying to teach me but now Coach wants the whole team to learn it?

"This is garbage!" I said in outrage. "What the hell does Beyoncé have to do with football?"

"Why don't you ask Kurt?" Finn asked, nodding towards Kurt. "He seems to be the only one around here that can score on this team – even in practice."

I glanced over at Kurt, my scowl still on my face. He gave me a cheeky smile and I know he was saying in his head, 'Ha! Finn's on my side! Finn's on my side!' I looked back at the others, slightly annoyed with Kurt.

"So, we're taking Coaching Advice from Lance Bass now?" I asked, Kurt frowning at me in a way that let me know that he wasn't happy with my words. I didn't really care. First of all I was still on edge from last night and felt guilty but also awkward around him. Second, I wasn't pleased that he was trying to get us to dance. I know that that is something that I like to do but I'd never do it in front of the whole school if it meant I'd be getting my ass whooped afterwards. And lastly, I knew the guys would expect me to protest and call Kurt something so, what was I to do? I could take his side so I had to be against it, which wasn't hard to do.

"Guys!" Mr. Schue said sternly when the others started talking and the noise level rose. "Athletes are performers just like singers and dancers. Think about it." And I did as he started naming off guys for example.

I suppose in our own way, we perform when we're on the football field. We have plays that we got by, that's like dance steps, and techniques that we need to follow and do right or else we'll screw up. As I thought about it, I started to agree with what they were saying. That didn't mean though that I approved. Performers or not that's not what makes us different and outrages us the most. Compared to football and stuff, singing is kinda lame. Fun but lame. Now, if I was a highly known and rich rock star I might think otherwise, but sadly, I am not.

"Now, I don't think you're losing because you don't have the talent, you're losing because you don't have the right attitude."

"Oh, I get it," I spoke up, needing to make fun of what Mr. Schue was saying. "We have to think more like Amazonian black women."

"Think about it," Mr. Schue told us. "If you can sing and dance in front of people, everything else is easy."

"Coach, please, step in here!" I begged, needing to at least have someone up there on my side.

"I'm down with it," Coach said. "Heck, what do we have to lose? We gave up our pride when we lost to that school for the deaf."

I looked down, remembering that game. That was the one I was so angry at the other week. The one where I could have tied up the game if Finn had thrown the ball in time and the one where I gave Kurt the cold shoulder until the very last second because I was pissed me lost.

Kurt cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. I glanced over at him, wondering what he had to say on the matter. Something probably along the lines of how if we danced to his Single Ladies it'd cure our brain damage.

"Sun Tzu says in his art of war, 'Never let the know you'. Our greatest weapon could be the element of surprise." I gave Kurt a look and he turned his head to me and said snippily, "Don't tell me you wouldn't be on your heels if the other team started busting a move on the field."

I held his gaze and I knew this was a silent war between us. Behind closed doors we might be close friends but out in public we were deadly enemies that look like they could go at it at any second. It almost seemed like we had one of those emotion based disorders like Bipolar or MPD – Multi Personality Disorder – because of how frequently we could go from being one kind of person to each other to the other.

~ PK ~

If someone ever told me they could get a whole football team to dance Single Ladies in a classroom, I'd tell them they were crazy. Well, I think I need to be checked into a mental hospital because I must be going nuts.

Coach had told us to head to the choir room after he told us that we were learning the dance. So now, I'm stuck in a room with about twenty sweaty guys that have barely any skill when it comes dancing except Mike Chang – now there's a guy that knows how to dance – trying to learn the dance that made me hard last night. Talk about mood killer.

At one point, Mr. Schue stepped in when we really starting to suck and were basically just goofing off. He tried to show us but how he was doing it was just making it more confusing as it already was. So, to help, Kurt, who had been standing back observing, stepped forward and decided to show us how it's done.

"Alright boys," Kurt said, standing up front, with his back to us, so we could all see him. "Five, six, seven."

I watched Kurt as he gave instructions for the moves and actually did a few – I hadn't even done the moves when Mr. Schue tried to teach us. It was actually kind of fun listening to him describe all the moves the only problem was that watching him dance that dance, made me remember the previous night and what I did while watching that video and instantly, I felt my dick perk up. Thankfully, wearing I was wearing a jock strap and it wasn't noticeable but hurt like hell. Damn it Kurt for making me remember how hot I found those girls' dancing to be.

I looked up as Coach blew his whistle, wondering why he was stopping us when we'd only really just begun – not that I was complaining or anything. "Okay, that's enough for today, gentlemen," Coach said when we got to the 'slap the butt' part. "We'll…" he made a gesture towards Kurt, indicating that he was talking about the dancing, "work on it. Just hit the showers."

I was mostly relieved to get out of there; I don't know how much more of a reminder my dick could take. Kurt though, didn't seem very please as he walked up to Coach and started talking to him. It was also good that we had ended because it gave me an opportunity to confront Finn.

"What's your problem?" I asked as I followed him out of the choir room.

"Nothing, I just got a lot on my mind," Finn said dismissively.

I followed him, becoming worried even more at his answer. Finn doesn't usually give excuses when he's upset unless it's really big. So, being that I'm his best friend, I tried to get it out of him.

"Seriously, dude, what's going on?" I pressed. Finn looked down at the ground as he sighed. It bothered me and also ticked me off that he didn't want to tell me, his best bro since pre-k, what's bothering him. "I'm your best friend." I grabbed him by the shoulder and made him stop, saying sternly afterwards, "Talk."

"It's personal," Finn tried again.

Whatever it was probably was personal but he's told me lots of personal stuff before; some of it a little TMI but still. That got me thinking though. What if he's suddenly got the hots for Kurt? I know what you're probably thinking: Finn – gay? No way. But think about it, what other kind of personal stuff could he be hiding from me? He's told me when a relative has died. He's told me when his mom and him were having financial problems. He's even told me about the make out sessions he's had with Quinn.

So? Doesn't it make sense now? Finn, my best friend, doesn't want to tell me about something personal. He knows how I am with Kurt and if he likes Kurt that'd make him gay and he'd know how I'd react to that. It's perfect! Boy, was Kurt going to be happy when I told him. Strangely enough, though, when I thought about Finn and Kurt running off together because they're in love, it made me angry. Maybe because deep down I know that Finn doesn't love Kurt and that he's just going to break his heart.

"I knew it," I said with a smirk. "You're in love with Kurt!"

"Quinn's pregnant and she's keeping the baby," Finn clarified immediately after what I said.

After that one simple sentence, my world ended. I was frozen to the spot and all I could do was watch Finn go with wide eyes while thinking about how I've majorly messed up and that that baby was one hundred percent mine. Now, I wished that Finn's problem was that he was in love with Kurt; that would be a whole lot better than that!

"Hey," Kurt said softly, gaining my attention. I looked around; the hall was empty except for the two of us. I didn't know I'd been standing there long enough for the hall way to empty out. "Noah, what's wrong?"

I just stared at him, Finn's words ringing over and over inside my head. "Quinn's pregnant and she's keeping the baby." It was tortuous to listen to it and I couldn't make it stop. Over and over it played and along with it came little flashbacks of my night with Quinn.

"Noah!" Kurt said loudly, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Wha-!" I blinked away the flashbacks and Finn's words, for the mean time, stopped playing. I looked down at Kurt. He was looking up at me, a worried look on his face.

"Noah, what's wrong?" he asked. "You keep spacing out."

I wanted to tell Kurt. I wanted to tell him everything. About that night. About Quinn's pregnancy. All of it. Staring at this boy in front of me, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Kurt was my friend, sure, but I'd ultimately ruined his love's life. I made his girlfriend a cheater and now, I was making Finn a father because Quinn didn't have the guts to tell Finn the truth. Kurt would hate me for it and I couldn't have that.

I shook my head. "Nothing, Princess," I reassured him with a smile. Kurt didn't look convinced but Kurt wasn't one to prod. He'd let me keep what was bothering me to myself because I'm sure he knew that I'd eventually tell him. I just wish that I could.

~ PK ~

"Sup MILF," I said to Quinn when I approached her in the middle of the hall after I changed out of my uniform. I decided that I needed to talk to her. She had no right making the decision she made. That baby was as much as hers as it was mine. I wasn't going to let her take my fatherhood from me because she resented what we did and who I was.

"Leave me alone," Quinn said before moving right on past me. I wasn't going to let her go that easy. I turned and followed her.

"Who's the daddy?" I asked as I sped walked to catch up. I looked around; making sure no one was listening. All we need was one gossiper listening in and our lives would be ruined even further than they are now. "I think it's kinda weird that it's Finn's since you told me you were a virgin when we did it." Quinn stopped and I knew I was getting to her somewhat. "And I know for a fact that you didn't do it with him."

"How can you be so sure?" Quinn shot back in that I'm better than you sort of tone she always has with that smirk of hers.

"Finn's my boy. He would have told me."

"You make a habit of sleeping with your boy's girlfriends?"

Quinn turned sharply and continued. I knew she was keeping me away; she was hurting me on purpose. It was payback for letting her cheat and getting pregnant because of it. I was ticked, very, very ticked. I was more than ticked, I was pissed.

I looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone listening, I still cared about her – I was in love with her after all – and didn't want her secret to get out even though it would eventually. "Well, call the Vatican! We got ourselves another Immaculate Conception!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air.

Quinn grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me away before I could do or say anything else. She looked pissed but I wasn't about to lose this fight.

"I'd take care of it, you know. You too," I pointed out. This time when I was speaking to her, I was Noah. If anyone could convince Quinn to drop dumbass Hudson and chose her real baby daddy to raise the baby with her, it was Noah. "My dad's a dead beat but I don't role that way."

Quinn looked like she was on the verge of tears. I don't know if it was hormones or what. "We're you fired for peeing in the fast food fry-allator?"

I looked away, wondering why she was bringing that up. I guess it was to show me that I'm not cut out for the parenting role. Well, you know what? I am. I can totally be a good dad and a good boyfriend or whatever for Quinn. All she needed to do was give me the chase.

"I have my pool cleaning business," I reminded her.

Quinn chuckled softly while shaking her head. "We live in Ohio."

I looked down in shame as I got her point. There were about thirty pools in all of Lima and most of them aren't that big. It's a sucky job if you want to make money but I'm doing it mostly for the sex. If I was to be with Quinn, I knew she wouldn't like me sleeping with other women – even if it was to get money for our baby. But, sex if everything to me and there's no way Quinn would give out so there's no way I could give it up.

"I had sex with you," Quinn started saying, her voice thick with tears and her pale brown eyes glossy and full of them, "because you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day. But it was a mistake. You're a Lima Loser and you're always going to be a Lima loser."

Quinn rushed past me and I watched her go, angry and hurt by what she had said. That's all she thought about me. That's all anyone ever thought of me. That I was a Lima Loser, a term mostly used for deadbeats that will live in Lima for the rest of their sorry lives until the day they died. But, was it true? Was I really a Lima Loser?

And Noah, she rejected him. She didn't even notice that it was him speaking to her instead of Puck. I thought she would like Noah better but instead she called him a Lima Loser. So, that was it then wasn't it. No longer did I have to test Noah. He was, according to the one person it really mattered, a Lima Loser.

What was I going to do now? Should I tell Kurt what happened? I should tell him. I mean, that was what our friendship was from the start; a deal to test Noah to see if he's a loser. Now that it's been proven, Kurt's no longer needed. I didn't need to be friends with him any longer.

'I guess it's settled then," I thought as I turned to leave – I was going to ditch for the rest of the day, 'Tonight, I'm ending my deal with Kurt.'

~ PK ~

"Noah?" Kurt said that day after school when he answered the door, his eyes wide with surprise when he say that it was me. "Not that it's not good to see you or anything but what're you doing here? I thought you had to clean pools on Wednesdays."

I pushed past Kurt as I walked into the house and stood in the entryway. I needed to get the deal breaking over with. I was still upset and hurt and pissed about what happened with Quinn that I couldn't deal with prolonging it any further. I needed to go and down a couple beers and maybe get a decent lay but I wasn't doing that before I saw Kurt and ended it all.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Kurt asked after he shut the front door, pointing towards the kitchen doorway. "I bought a fresh case of diet Mountain Dew the other day."

I shook my head; I was pacing back and forth. "No." I sighed. "I came here to tell you that our deal's off. You and I are no longer secret friends."

Kurt's eyes widened. "What? B… but why? Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" I denied instantly. "You didn't-"

"Is it because I've joined the football team?" he continued, not listening. "because I promise you that-"

"Kurt!" I shouted firmly, making him stop talking. I sighed, running my hand over my mohawk to calm myself down so I didn't yell at him further. I sat down on the edge of the living room couch, my head held in my hands. "You're not the reason I'm ending our friendship-y deal thing."

I felt the couch dip as Kurt sat down beside me. "Why then? I…" There was a pause. "I thought we were becoming such good friends," he finally whispered, his voice so full of sadness.

I turned my head slightly so I could look at him. I hated that I had to end our deal but that's what it was from the very start. It was never meant to become more than that but never the less, it did blossom into a close friendship – one of the closest friendships I've ever had. And to think, I was ruining it. I couldn't hold Kurt back though. He didn't need a friend like me. I wasn't good for him. Hell, I couldn't even be nice to him in public. What kind of friend was that?

"We were Princess; still are. It's just that…" I trailed off.

"Just what?" Kurt asked.

I took a deep breath. That was it; I was going to tell him. I just had to hope that he wouldn't hate me afterwards. "Quinn's pregnant."

The instant those words left my mouth I felt Kurt stiffen. I watched his eyes widen and then become glossy, and he ducked his head so I couldn't see the tears that were forming. He stood up, hands clenched into fists.

"Kurt, please," I tried, reaching out for him.

"It's fine, Noah," Kurt reassured me, his back to me. "I'm… I'm n-not upset. I'm ha-happy that Finn's going to be a-a d-dad."

I watched as his shoulder began to shake and then his whole body as he cried silently. I stood up, feeling awful that I made him cry and he didn't even know the truth yet, and I hesitantly approached him.

"Kurt? Princess, please, don't cry," I begged. I put my hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off before he started towards his basement bedroom door. I wasn't going to let him get away though. I grabbed his wrist, holding on to it tightly.

"Let me go, Noah," Kurt demanded softly but sternly.

"No, you need to listen to me," I insisted, my grip tightening on his wrist.

"Puck, I said. Let. Me. Go!" Kurt repeated through clenched teeth as he began to struggle and push on my hand to try and get it off his wrist.

"Kurt, listen to me," I demanded firmly. "Finn's not the father." I took a deep breath before saying, "I am."

Kurt instantly stopped struggling and he lifted his wide eyed gaze to me, his mouth open in shock. "You…?" Kurt repeated in a whisper.

I nodded my head, letting go of his wrist. I sat back down on the edge of the couch and just watched Kurt take it all in. It took him about two minutes until he finally snapped out of it. First he shook his head while sighing and then he slapped me – hard.

"Ow!" I protested loudly, holding my red cheek. "What the hell, Princess? It's not your girlfriend."

Kurt pointed a finger at me, his deadliest and most vicious glare and angered look directed right at me. "First you come in here and tell me that you're ending our friendship and then go and let me think Finn is the father of Quinn's baby! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

I shrank back, kinda scared of Kurt. I'd never admit this to anybody, definitely not Kurt, but Kurt, he scares the crap out of me when he's angry. I never used to be and never really thought that Kurt could be scary when he's mad but now, I'm scared.

"Kurt…" I said slowly after his yelling fit was wrong and I noticed the tears in his eyes. My tensed up body relaxed and I smiled softly at him. "Come ere, Princess," I said, holding out my arms.

Like anytime I opened my arms for Kurt, he flew/fell into them, wrapping his arms around my neck, burring his face into the side of my neck, and curling up against me in my lap. I didn't mind that he was in my lap or how it might have looked; I only wrapped my arms around his small, trembling body and comforted him as he cried.

"Shhh, it's okay, Princess. I've got you," I murmured soothingly, leaning back against the couch so I could hold him more comfortingly.

"Are you still ending our friendship?" Kurt asked hoarsely, sniffling softly.

I hesitated a moment before answering, "No, I'm not."

Kurt sat up to look at me and blushed when he saw that he was sitting in my lap. He slid off but sat close to me next to me. To be honest, I didn't mind that he sat in my lap. He needed to be comforted – he was pretty overwhelmed by it all – and I was comforting him. If he ended up sitting in my lap in the process, then oh well. Nothing I can do about it.

"Is it because Quinn's pregnant that you had to end our friendship?" Kurt asked and I turned my head to him, eyes wide with surprise. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed together and he asked, "What?"

A smile broke out across my face. "You read my mind. Well, actually you just got my reason right on the first try," I explained. "You know me Kurt. You can read me."

"Huh," Kurt said thoughtfully. "I guess I do."

"And," I looked down at my hands, feeling slightly ashamed of myself, "it was because of Quinn. She… she called me a Lima Loser… when I was… Noah…"

Kurt's eyes widened at first but then they softened into a look of sympathy. "Oh Noah," Kurt cooed. "I'm so sorry. We've been testing Noah and I enjoyed being with him. I was sure Quinn would feel the same."

"So did I," I agreed glumly, "but she… rejected me. She doesn't want me to be the father and she regrets it all. She hates me."

"What… did happen?" Kurt asked and I sighed before I told him everything. About how Quinn came over while complaining and drinking wine coolers, how we ended up having sex after she said no one wanted her that way and I told her I wanted to have sex with her, how she regretted it and the fact that she cheated on Finn, and how she blamed me for it and didn't want me to help her.

"Sounds to me like it was her fault," Kurt said after I explained it all.

I gave him a look. "You do realize it takes two to tango, right?"

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. "Yes Noah, I know it takes two to make a baby. That's not the part I'm talking about. She blames you for it all, right?" I nodded my head. "Well, she was the one that came over with the alcohol and everything. And didn't you tell me once that you can't get drunk off wine coolers?" I nodded my head again. "See? You didn't force her to do anything. She's just looking for someone to blame because she doesn't want it all to be her fault."

I nodded my head, knowing that what Kurt was saying was the truth. Still, there was one thing that I hadn't told him. "Well… I might have not used a condom when we did it."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at me before sighing and shaking his head. "Okay now that part is your fault. The rest though, that's all Quinn. So, you can't go blaming yourself."

"Well I am," I retorted bitterly. "It's because of my past and my stupid-ness that she doesn't even want me to be the father of her baby even though I am."

I held my head in my hands, pulling at the front of my mohawk. I felt Kurt wrap an arm around my shoulders and then lay his head on one of them, trying to comfort me in the way both of us like to be comforted the most – through physical contact of some sort; like a hug or being held. It worked for the most part; Kurt's presence has always calmed me down and given me comfort ever since our friendship/deal start – which is basically just a friendship now.

"You know what?" he said. "If Quinn doesn't think you're can be a good father for your baby then we're going to show her."

I turned my head and looked at Kurt as he lifted his head from my shoulder. "We?"

Kurt nodded his head. "I'm going to help you get your girl and your baby, Noah."

"And you're not just doing this because it'll leave Finn brokenhearted and wanting comfort?"

"Nope," Kurt said with a shake of his head before he leaned it on my shoulder. "Well… maybe but I'm mostly doing it for you."

I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around his waist and laid my head on top of his head. "Don't worry. I don't blame you. I'll be rooting for you two."

"Maybe we can double date?" Kurt suggested.

I scoffed. "Yeah, that'll happen."

9/19

Soon, it was Friday night – the night of the football game. In the mean time, Kurt and I had been thinking of ways to get Quinn back. One of those was going to have to be being Noah twenty four seven around Quinn. The other, which was Kurt's suggestion, was that I should join Glee since Quinn's in it. I didn't like the idea, especially if I was going to have to watch Quinn and Finn be all love-y dove-y over my baby. Kurt, though, insisted that it would be a good way to get close to Quinn. I had to agree with him there.

Another thing that had been happening in the mean time was that I couldn't stop staring at Quinn. Every time I saw her, my eyes would be glued to her; more specifically, her stomach. She wasn't showing yet and I'm guessing she's around a month along, if my calculations were correct, so she won't be noticeably showing for a few more months. Still, I couldn't stop staring; knowing that inside that stomach was a little mixture of me and Quinn in the form of a baby.

Have you ever known that feeling before? That proud and so happy feeling that you can't stop smiling? Yeah, that's what I've been feeling every time I look at Quinn's stomach. I've always wanted to be a dad. It's not something guys like me usually want but me, I want that. I want a little girl that'll call me daddy, ask for things with those puppy dog eyes and pouty lip so I can't say no, that I'll scare future boyfriends away from and tell her she's never having sex until she's married and thirty, and that I'll even take to those girly ballerina classes and sit with the rest of the moms.

I want all that and a little boy too. One that I can teach to be a gentleman and beat up punks so he can protect his little sister. I want one that will get dirty and play in the mud and I'll have to hose off in the front yard. One that I can teach sports to along with my little girl. One that I can take to sports games to with his sister as well. That's what I want. I don't care how stupid it sounds but that's what I want. So, having Quinn try to take that from me not only hurts but pisses me off too.

So, the night of the game, we all ran out onto the field and then stood on the sideline while we stood for our national anthem. Afterwards, Finn decided to give us a little speech.

Did I ever mention that lately, Finn's been pissing me off? And it's not even things that should piss me off. Just his presence pisses me off. Who knew that it could take one pregnancy and one secret that could make me hate Finn to no end? Thankfully, I had Kurt to take his place as my best friend. Yep, that's right; Kurt's my best friend now. He doesn't know it yet, I haven't officially told him that he is, but he still is. What else am I suppose to call someone that's really close to me like Kurt is?

"Well, I think we, uh, really came together this week as a team," Finn said with a smile.

I was so pissed off at him – just because he's the "father" of Quinn's baby – that I didn't think twice about who Kurt was smiling adoringly at or that he was even there as I retorted, "Yeah, a gay team. A big gay team of dancing gays."

Kurt gave me one of his looks; one that read, 'I'm not happy about what you just said but because we're around your meathead friends that think you're a dick, I'm going to let it slid'. I just shrugged and listened to number twenty three say that the dancing was fun but we can't do it out on the field.

Kurt then gave Finn a look, silently asking him if he was going to do anything about it. I knew Finn though, despite my anger towards him, and I knew that he wouldn't. What the football guys think of him will always mean more to Finn than what Kurt does. I wish I could say that I cared about what Kurt thought more than the others but I'm in the same boat as Finn.

Finn, though, just turned away and put his helmet on as he walked out onto the field. The rest of us followed in suite, leaving Kurt with the backup guys. I glanced back at him over my shoulder, feeling guilty for what I had said earlier and that we weren't doing what he wanted all of us to do.

I never knew how badly we sucked until every play we tried, even those we rarely used, didn't work. They were all stopped and Finn and I got sacked more times than we can count. It was humiliating. At least in the game against the deaf kids we almost won but for this one, we sucked and were nowhere close to winning. The only good part was that we were able to stop the team from scoring except for one time but their kicker missed the field goal so it was only zero to six.

I noticed at one point that Kurt's dad had arrived – thank God! – and Kurt was so excited to see him; calling to him and then showing off by doing a leg stretchy thing where he kicked his leg out with his hands on his hips. Usually when Kurt's happy, it makes me happy – his happiness is just that infectious – but not even it could bring up my sour mood. This one guy on the other team kept throwing 'your mama' jokes at us and it was pissing me off.

When Finn called time out on literally the last second, I don't know what was going to happen. First I was confused on why he hadn't started already, we didn't have much time and we could have tried to at least get close enough for a field goal and score something. Then, when he called the time out, I was even more confused. A time out on the last second? What was he thinking?

Finn hit me on the chest to get my attention as he walked back a few paces, letting me know he needed to talk to me. I sighed as I joined him. It was another idea of Kurt's to try to still be best friends with Finn. It'd give me an excuse to be around him and Quinn without it seeming suspicious.

"Dude, we gotta do it," Finn said and automatically I knew he was talking about the dance. I couldn't do it out there though. Not with so many people and another football team. Kurt and Finn might be able to take the humiliation of being called gay and shit but I can't.

"We're going to be jokes for the rest of our high school lives!" I tried to persuade him.

"We're already jokes!" Finn reminded me. "I don't want to be a Lima Loser for the rest of my life."

Hearing him say the two 'L' words struck a nerve in me. If the plan really worked and it shocked the other team's players so bad that they wouldn't be able to react as fast, giving us the chance to score and win, would that make us not Lima Losers anymore? Would it at least help? I wasn't sure and as I looked over at Quinn, thinking of our baby and how she'd never want me if I was still a Lima Loser, I knew I had to take that chance.

"Yo left tackle!" The one joke guy that had been pissing me off so much called, breaking me from my thoughts. "Your mama's so fat her cereal bowl comes with its own life guard!"

I had had enough listening to that guy for the night and so, I turned around and started towards him. I wasn't going to punch him in the face; oh no, that'd get me taken out of the game and Finn needed me to win. No, I was going to tell him a certain piece of information that would shut him up and humiliate him in front of his whole team and mine.

"Hey ankle grabber," I said as I approached him. He looked towards me. "I had sex with your mother." He looked at me, shocked but also not sure if I was kidding around like he had been so, I continued. "No, seriously. I cleaned your pool and then I had sex with her in your bed – nice Star Wars sheets!"

The guy looked around as he backed off and I knew I'd shut him up. Smirking in triumph, I turned back to Finn. "Let's do it captain."

Finn called for the huddle and we all bunched up close. "Okay, Ring On It on three," he said and the guys all looked at each other. "Yeah? Alright. Come on; on three. One, two three…"

"Break!" we cheered with a clap before we got into our position on the line of scrimmage. Finn started counting the huts and then he circled his finger in the air while saying, "Let's hit it!"

The music started up not two seconds later and we were dancing. The other team's players backed up, looking at each other in a way that said, 'What are they doing?' It was a little awkward at first while I was doing it with the others and I moved a little stiffly but after a while, I loosened up and enjoyed it a little; especially seeing the looks on their faces, Quinn hiding hers in her pompom cutely, Coach trying to do the hand gestures, and the best part, seeing one of the other guys trying to do it too.

By the time we were back in position and Finn was yelling, "Hike!" the other team was in shock and stood frozen like statues. That was our chance. I took off down the field as fast as I could, looking over my shoulder for the ball, and then turned to catch it before taking off to the very near end zone. I looked over my shoulder and saw a few guys getting closer. I was sure they were going to tackle me before I made it, especially the one that dove for me. But he missed and I made it, the crowd cheering loudly and coach falling to his knees while shouting, "Yes!"

I did a victory dance in the end zone and feeling so proud of myself. I made it; the first touchdown of the season. We were going to win, I was sure of it. All we needed was Kurt to score the winning field goal.

Speaking of Kurt, I glanced over at him. He stood on the side line, his helmet in his hand and a smile on his face as he gazed at me proudly. I smiled back, not carrying who saw, and gave him two thumbs ups.

After the team came over to me, congratulating me and jumping around like energetic idiots even though I was one of those idiots, we all got back on the line in front of the goal post. The crowd was silent as Kurt came jogging over, holding his football peg, and placed it in front of Finn so he could put the football on it. He backed up a few paces, took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, and then did the circle thing with his finger, signaling for the AV club guys to start the music.

Music playing and Kurt doing his little dance behind us, we held the other team back so Kurt could kick, and I heard his foot connect with the ball. I lifted my head and watched it sail right through the goal post. I looked behind me at the Ref, making sure it was a legal kick and he made it. The Ref raised his arms in the air and the crowd broke out in cheers.

I was so happy and so proud of Kurt, who was jumping up and down excitedly. Mr. H was happy for him to as he grabbed the jackets of the guys closest to him and called out that that was his son. I watched with a smile on my face as some of the guys lifted Kurt onto their shoulders. Kurt had been accepted by them, even if it was only going to be for about a day, but still, it was big.

Kurt though, didn't seem to care one bit. He just cared that he'd impressed his dad and made him proud as he waved at the fans and blew kisses at them. Watching him, I couldn't stop smiling, but as I turned my head towards where the Cheerios were, my smile dropped. Quinn had pulled Finn into a victory kiss, one that should have been mine.

I stood planted to that spot, glaring at them with my lips pressed into a thin line until it was all over and I turned to slowly walk back to the locker room.

~ PK ~

"Can you believe it Noah?" Kurt asked excitedly from where he sat doing his skin care thing at his makeup table. We were back at his house and were down in his basement. I sat on his bed; a bag of Doritos is my hand as I stuffed them into my mouth. I always get hungry after a game. "We won! Because of me!"

"I know, Princess, I was there," I said after I swallowed the mouth full of chips – Kurt has yelled at me before about talking with my mouth full of food so I wasn't going to do it, at least around him. "And you weren't the only one. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have gotten that touchdown."

Kurt didn't say anything and just turned back to his task at hand. He was spraying this stuff onto his face when I heard footsteps on his stairs and looked up to see Mr. H. Mr. H gave me a look and nodded his head towards the door to the basement. I got the hint that he wanted to talk to Kurt alone and headed out, shutting the door closed behind me.

Now, I wasn't sure what was going to happen down there, so I pressed my ear against the door so I could listen in on what they were saying.

"Night time skin care is a big part of my post game ritual," I heard Kurt say and I'm guessing he must have noticed his dad was there and was making an excuse for what he was doing.

"I don't know what to say about that but uh… I was really proud of you tonight Kurt," Mr. H told him. "I wish your mom would have been there," he continued. "I mean alive."

I wondered what Kurt had to say about that. He probably said something but it was too quiet to hear. I heard him tell Mr. H to wait; I'm guessing he was about to leave

"I… have something I wanna say," Kurt said slowly and timidly, causing my heart to start beating faster in anticipation. I only hoped that what Kurt was going to tell him was what I wanted him to say. 'Come on Kurt – say it!' I cheered silently in my mind.

"I'm glad that you're proud of me," Kurt started off. "But I don't want to lie anymore. Being a part of the Glee club and football has really showed me that I can be anything and what I am is…" I pressed my ear closer to the door, holding my breath as I waited for the bomb to drop; my heart pounding loudly and rapidly in my chest. "I'm gay."

There was a pause; a deadly pause that made me want to break down the door and demand to know what Mr. H's response to that was. Thankfully, he responded before I had the chance to do so.

"I know," Mr. H said simply.

"Really?" Kurt said and I rolled my eyes. 'He still thinks he's subtle,' I thought with a shake of my head and a fond smile on my face.

"I've known since you were three," Mr. H explained. "All you wanted was a pair of sensible heels."

I chuckled softly. 'Of course. I should have known Mr. H would have known back then when Kurt told me that those heels in the chest in his closet were what he wanted for his third birthday.'

"I guess I'm not totally in love with the idea," Mr. H continued and I had to push down to anger that whelmed up when I heard that. I had to hear what else Mr. H had to say before I came to Kurt's defense. "But if that's who you are… nothin' I can do about it – and I love you just as much."

There was another pause and I pretty sure they were hugging, seems like something you're supposed to do after a heartfelt moment like that. I heard Mr. H thank Kurt for telling him and I backed away from the door, knowing it'd be opening at any minute. Mr. H came out and looked at me as I leaned against the wall across from the door.

"He finally told ya," I said.

Mr. H. nodded his head. "Yep." He turned to leave but he stopped and looked at me. "You know, I think it's because of you that he finally built up the courage to. You are special to him, you know."

I nodded my head, small smile on my face. "Yeah, I know, Mr. H."

"Call me Burt."

I blinked, surprised. "Okay, Burt. Um… yeah; I do know that. He's… my best friend. I care about him."

Mr. H, I mean, Burt, gave me a look, a smile of his own directed at me. "Good. He needs someone like you to be there for him," he said and then left. I wondered what that look was about but I just shrugged it off and headed back down to the basement.

I expected to see Kurt on the verge of emotional tears when I got back down to his bedroom so when I saw him sitting on his bed in his pajamas, skin care headband thing gone, and a mischievous smile on his face while he held a plastic basket full of different stuff and kicked his legs back and forth, I was shocked.

"Hey, Princess, what's that?" I asked cautiously as I peered at the stuff in the basket in his hands.

Kurt smirked as he said, "Oh nothing, just some stuff for a manicure and pedicure and facial. You know… spa day stuff."

My eyes widened. "Wait… you mean…?"

Kurt nodded his head, a big smile on his face. "Uh huh, that's right. You, Noah Puckerman, said that I, Kurt Hummel, could give you a 'totally gay' spa day if I came out of the closet. I just did."

I sighed and then groaned as I fell face first onto his bed beside him. "Fine! When do we start?" I asked, my voice muffled by the mattress my face pressed into.

"Now!" Kurt chirped happily. I groaned again, knowing that I wasn't going to get out of this one.

~ PK ~

"You know what, Princess? This isn't as bad as I thought it would be."

I was sitting on the one part of Kurt's 'L' shaped white couch where it extends out. I was wearing one of Kurt's spare white robes, my boxers still on underneath. My head was tilted back so the back of it was resting on the couch cushion behind me. On my face was this really pale green face mask thing that smelled like mint and cucumber slices over my closed eyelids. Kurt sat beside me on the couch with his legs crossed Indian style while he filed my fingernails before he did the cuticle thing and painted them; he'd already finished with my left hand.

"Told you it's not," Kurt retorted with a smile. "Why do you think people get them so often?"

"Do I get one of those fruity drinks too?" I asked. "The kind with the little umbrella and the bright colors?"

Kurt giggled. "No, you don't – sorry. This is an at home spa day. If you want a fruity drink to go along with your pampering, then you have to man up and go to an actual spa place."

"I'll just settle for this."

"That's what I thought."

I relaxed as I let Kurt finish my nails – he had already done my feet. I rejoiced in the fresh and clean feeling of my pampering as Kurt had called it. Before we had started, Kurt demanded that I take a shower to get all my sweat and stuff off after the game. It was a little weird to be using Kurt's shower and his shower products like his shampoo, conditioner, and body soap. All there did leave me feeling nice and clean as well as smelling good.

After that was when I changed into the robe Kurt gave me after I slipped my boxers back on. Then Kurt took me over to the couch and had me sit down and put my feet into one of those footbath things that makes the bubbles like a Jacuzzi. While my feet were in the footbath, he put the face mask and cucumbers on. When that was finished he proceeded with the pedicure.

He first took the old nail polish off from the one time he painted them – I had worn socks religiously the whole time the nail polish was on so no one saw. Then he clipped them, filed them, did that one cuticle whatever with that stuff and the tweezer things. After that he sanded the heels of my feet – yeah, Kurt was going all out on the pedicure – with this thing and then massaged them with this lavender scented lotion; I was in heaven at that point. Finally, after he did the same to my other foot, came the toenail painting.

Kurt had been lying when he said he had no other colors besides pink the time he first painted them. This time, though, he let me pick my own color. He actually had a wide variety; different shades of blues, greens, reds, purples, oranges, pinks, and grays. He even had black and white.

"Can you do any designs or writing?" I had asked.

"Yeah, what did you had in mind?" he had asked.

I looked back at the colors. "Do you think you could paint them this red," I held up a deep crimson red, "and write across them in black Puckzilla?"

"With or without a dash between Puck and zilla?"

"Without."

Kurt nodded his head as he grabbed the red polish and started painting them. After that, he picked up a thin paint brush looking thing and wrote Puckzilla across them with the black nail polish, each toenail holding a different letter, and then on the pinky toe of my left foot he made a little T-rex looking head with a tiny matching red jewel for the eye.

"Awesome," I said in awe with a smile as I looked down at my toes.

For my fingernails I picked out a dark green color. Speaking of dark green finger nails, I took off one of my cucumbers and looked at the nails of my left hand. They looked good as they shown in the light, the light reflecting off them switching sides as I moved my hand back and forth to get a different look.

"You did good Princess," I praised, turning my head to look at him as he was just finishing up putting the clear coat on my other nails. I watched him finish, eating the cucumber I had taken off.

"Why, thank you Noah," Kurt said and then smiled as he swiped the brush of the clear coat over the last nail, capping the clear coat. "There; finished."

I looked at my nails while eating the last cucumber as Kurt got up to go get something, calling a firm warning of, "Don't touch them!" over his shoulder. He came back holding a dish full of something and a roll of wax paper. I watched him with a cautious eye as he set the bowl down on his coffee table and the wax paper roll down next to me.

"Whoa! Whoa! Princess, what're you doing?" I asked a little in panic as Kurt climbed on to my lap in a way so that he was straddling it and then pushed back the folds of my robe so that my chest was exposed.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Noah. I'm not going to do anything sexual to you," he reassured as he reached behind him and grabbed the bowl.

"Then what are you doing?" I asked suspiciously, eyeing the bowl in his hands.

Kurt smirked. "You'll see," he said.

I opened my mouth to protest but then gasped as he poured the stuff in the bowl onto my chest. "Oh, shiiiit! What is that!?" I asked with wide eyes. The stuff that Kurt was pouring onto my chest was warm, really warm like on the verge of being considered hot.

Kurt giggled as he set the bowl back down, then grabbed the wax paper, and ripped a piece of paper length stripe of wax paper, placing it over the stuff on my chest and pressing down on it. "Oh, nothing to worry about just some," he grabbed the top of the wax paper, smirked, and then ripped it off, making me scream loudly, "wax."

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" I cursed loudly, my eye watering at the burning sensation on my chest. My hand flew to my chest and I glared at Kurt as he proudly looked at the chest hair that covered wax paper with a large smile.

"Wow, you had more hair on your chest than I thought," Kurt said, impressed.

"You mother fucking little bitch," I growled angrily, making Kurt turn his attention back to me. "I can't believe you fucking did that." Kurt giggled as he climbed off of my lap, grabbing the bowl and wax paper roll. I sat up; pulling the robe closed over my chest as I scowled and glared at Kurt.

"Aw, come on Noah. It wasn't that bad."

"Don't call me Noah. You're on my shit list now, Hummel," I practically growled.

Kurt turned to me, his eyes wide and glossy. I could already feel my anger melting at the look. "Really? I'm sorry. Please, don't be mad at me."

I sighed and cursed Kurt and my weakness for seeing him sad. He had this thing about him that made it hard for me to be mad at him, especially when he had that wide eyed, tearful look on his face. "You know, I hate that I can't stay mad at you," I grumbled, looking away from him.

Kurt smiled happily, the glossy look in his eyes gone, and came over, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist; laying his head on my shoulder. I kept my head turned away from him but wrapped my arm around his waist anyway.

"You're a big old softy, Puck," Kurt teased with a soft giggle.

"Yeah, yeah, just call me Noah already," I mumbled, a faint blush heating up my cheeks. "Puck's not a softy."

We sat in silence for a little bit while I enjoyed the weird comfort I got from being close to Kurt like I was before he said, "I never asked if you decided whether or not you're going to join the Glee club or not." Kurt lifted his head and looked at me. "Are you?"

I sighed, letting him go and Kurt letting me go in return. "I don't want to but…" I trailed off, smiling faintly as Kurt squealed happily.

"That's wonderful! Once you join Operation Win Over Quinn will be in full affect."

9/22

Monday morning I was walking down the hall, the one Quinn's locker is down so I can check on her secretly, and surprised when I saw both Quinn and Finn standing at her locker. It wasn't the fact that they were together that shocked me. No, it was what I saw the two of them smiling over.

It was Finn's baby blanket. Just a hand towel sized piece of cloth that was worn out and stained with dirt; nothing special about it except the meaning behind it. Finn used to always carry around his baby blanket and I remember when we were in the second grade I beat up some kid because he was making fun of Finn for carrying it around. The reason Finn used to always carry it around was because it was a gift from his dad, who's dead, and he didn't want to let it go as if it were actually him.

So, seeing them fawning over it made me realize what had just happened. Finn had given the baby, my baby, his baby blanket. Though I know Finn thinks the baby's his it still angers me to see him do such a thing. It was showing how much of a better dad Quinn thought Finn was. Would Quinn feel the same if I gave her something sentimental to me to her for the baby? Fat chance.

I walked up to them just as they were hugging. "Hey guys," I said, gaining both of their attentions. Actually, it was just Finn's; Quinn wouldn't even look at me. I looked straight at Quinn as I asked, "How are you doing?" She just turned her head away.

As you've probably guessed already, I'm a dick when I'm angry or upset or hurting. It's a defensive maneuver; Kurt does it all the time, that's why he's the Ice Queen/King. I was a little angry that Quinn looked away from me; like I was so worthless to her I didn't even deserve her attention. I did what was most likely a dick maneuver and said, "You know, I've been getting really sick in the morning."

Quinn actually looked at me and her eyes were red like she was trying not to cry. She needed to be civil though around me so it didn't seem suspicious why she wasn't talking and/or looking at me.

"Must be a virus going around," Quinn suggested.

I was still upset so the jerk in me continued. "Hey, are you putting on a little weight?" Finn turned to me, giving me a look that both asked what I was doing and why I was being such a jerk about her being pregnant. "You should lay off the carbs. They're not going to be able to hoist you up to the top of that cheerleading pyramid much longer."

Quinn looked away, hiding close to Finn. I knew that she knew I was pissed about her not letting me be the father of her baby and letting Finn believe he was and that I was being a jerk about it. It's her fault though. I'd be nicer to her if she just let me be with her and our baby.

"Hey, don't talk to my girlfriend like that," Finn said warningly, coming to Quinn's defense.

I looked between the two, watching how Quinn continued to not look at me and Finn moved closer to her in a protective way. I pursed my lips and held Finn's stare for a good thirty seconds before dropping it.

"You know what? You're right. I was out of line," I said, holding my hands up somewhat in an 'I'm sorry' kinda way. I walked backwards a few steps, pointing my index fingers at them as I said, "See you guys around," before turning and walking away.

~ PK ~

After school, I went straight to Mr. Schue's classroom with Matt Rutherford and Mike Chang. I had talked those two guys into joining with me. Mike was an awesome dancer so he would fit in nicely and Matt was a quite dude but could move and sing nicely – they'd like it.

"Hey, Mr. Schue," I said as I walked into his classroom, the two guys following. Mr. Schue looked up from the papers he was putting away. "Um, we'd like to join your, uh, club."

Mr. Schue smiled and said, "That's greet guys." He hurriedly finished putting the papers and stuff away before leading us out of his classroom with a happy, "Come on, guys. Let's get you three introduced to the rest of the gang."

When we got to the choir room, Mr. Schue opened the door and called to the others, "Guys, lets give a big Glee welcome to our three new members." He gestured to the three of us as we walked inside, my hands in my jean pockets as I casually swaggered inside. "Noah Puckerman, Matt Rutherford, and Mike Chang."

I looked at Mr. Schue as he introduced us and then looked at the others; first the group of Cheerios with Quinn not looking at me, then to Kurt as he gave me look at could have read icy if it weren't for the pleased smirk on his face. Yeah, Kurt was right; starting from there, Operation Win over Quinn was in full affect.

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