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Day 88
Puck and Kurt only share English, History, and the Glee club, of course. Since it's Tuesday, Puck finds himself listening vaguely to his History teacher.
Puck is sitting all by himself in the back of the classroom, leaning against the wall and staring at Kurt's back. Puck plays with his pencil, growing bored, and he suppresses his desire to text Kurt some random shit because Kurt is right in front of the teacher and he doesn't want to get him in trouble.
Puck's eyes travel around the classroom, trying to find something to get himself distracted with and, much to his disgust, his gaze lands upon Karofsky.
If Puck wasn't on probation he'd be the first to start beating the shit out of the guy for messing with Kurt so much. Karofsky is even watching Kurt from the other side of the room, probably planning when to harass Kurt some more.
Yet, minutes pass and Puck notices that Karofsky's eyes are still fixed on Kurt, who seems completely oblivious to the jerk who's staring at him.
Then, Puck frowns.
Karofsky is not staring at Kurt in the way bullies stare at their soon-to-be prey; Karofsky is staring at Kurt in the same way that guys stare at Brittany when Santana lifts Brittney's Cheerio's skirt after the team wins a game.
Puck looks away, twitching his face in disgust. He feels sick in the stomach and laughs inside, thinking that that's way fucking crazy. There's no way that Karofsky could have the hots for Kurt. Puck bows his head down, trying to chill, because seriously, Karofsky being after Kurt has to be the grossest joke in the world. But when Puck looks up, Karofsky is one step from drooling over the sight of Kurt.
Puck's raging. "Shit!" he curses, as the pencil he was holding breaks in his hand and pieces of wood stick to his skin. He didn't even remember he was holding the goddamn thing.
"I'm not going to tolerate that language in my classroom, Mr. Puckerman," his teacher informs him with a stern voice, and it's then that Puck notices that everyone in the classroom is staring at him.
Puck drops the pieces of pencil over his desk, rubbing the palm of his hand over his shirt to take off the remaining splinters. "Sorry, sir."
The teacher resumes the class, all students' eyes fixed on the board, except Karofsky's eyes that are fixed on Kurt, and Puck's eyes that are fixed on Karofsky.
Who would have thought that Dave likes cock?
Karofsky could like fucking trannies dressed up as schoolgirls for all Puck cares, but he definitely can't like Kurt, and he better not dare to lay a finger on him. Okay, Karofsky puts his hands on Kurt all time since he's shoving Kurt around constantly… but now Puck considers that shoving Kurt around is Karofsky's way of getting his hands on Kurt without anyone finding out he likes dudes.
Fucking hypocrite. He bullies the only guy at school who happens to be gay, just like he apparently is. It explains a lot though. Repressed love? Envy? Jealously? After all, Kurt is the only gay in Lima with the balls to come out of the closet, even if turns his life into a living hell. If Karofsky plays for the other team, though, Puck can only imagine how many other closet case guys are around.
Puck looks away, since he can't stand watching Karofsky undressing Kurt with his eyes and not being able to stand up and break his ugly nose as a way to warn him to stay away from Kurt.
God, it's so disgusting. Karofsky and Kurt?
No; there's no Karofsky and Kurt, Puck corrects himself right away. Just because Karofsky has wet dreams about Kurt's ass doesn't mean there's something between them. But what if Kurt finds out? Kurt feels lonely for being the only gay kid in Lima; in a very desperate state, Kurt could... no, Kurt wouldn't be that desperate. Kurt has good taste, for Christ's sake; the guy wouldn't touch Karofsky with a ten foot pole.
Then Puck remembers that Kurt said the bullying only got worse after the accident and that people said shit about them together at first, before he came up with the lie of the century.
Puck snorts quietly. Was Karofsky jealous of him? Well, Karofsky has plenty of reasons to be jealous of the number one badass at school, Noah Puckerman. Puck is not only hotter, but better at football, has more girls after him -not that Karofsky would care about having girls after him, of course- he has amazing guns, and a great reputation. Still, Puck never thought that being around Kurt was something that would make someone jealous.
Did the guy think that the reason he and Kurt got involved together in the car crash was because there was something between them? God, Karofsky is so damn jealous of him, and Puck can only take pleasure in that. Kurt is his. There's no way that Puck's going to let Karofsky tap Kurt's ass, or any piece of Kurt's body.
Puck frowns then, remembering he can't fight without getting sent back to juvie. The best and most sensible way to fix this would be beating the hell out of Karofsky, that's for sure, but his hands are tied, and not in the good, kinky way.
He has never been okay with Karofsky harassing Kurt, at least not since he started being sort of friends with Kurt. But now that Puck is pretty much sure Karofsky has other intentions with Kurt, he simply can't stand the idea of the jock laying a finger on the boy. No one in this damn school does anything to stop it… so Puck resolves that he's going to figure out something.
When the class is dismissed, Kurt flees out of the classroom and from Puck's sight in a second. Karofsky follows and Puck groans, frustrated.
When Puck leaves the classroom he can't spot either of them in the hallways and he sighs, pissed. Puck takes his phone and texts Kurt: Please, let me stick around you here at school.
Until he figures out what to do, Puck believes that a good way to keep Kurt away from Karofsky's sleazy hands is to be near him. And Puck doesn't care if the dumb jock thinks there's something going on between him and Kurt; it could be a good thing. After all, Puck supposedly sent two guys who were twice his size to the hospital, so Karofsky won't mess with Puck's supposed… boyfriend -or whatever Karofsky believes Kurt is to him- knowing that he could end up in the hospital too.
Kurt never answers his text and this is no surprise; Kurt never answers a single text that Puck sends to him. He usually doesn't mind, but now it's kind of an emergency, so it would be cool if Kurt answered a fucking text at least once.
During his next class, Puck keeps on repeating the text to Kurt and Kurt continues not answering, so Puck decides to be more drastic.
Karofsky has the hots for you, Puck sends, hoping that Kurt will get the point.
Not even a minute later Puck's phone vibrates in his pocket. For the first time since he started spamming Kurt's flashy iPhone, Puck gets an answer.
If that was a joke, I'm not laughing. It's disgusting and disturbing.
Puck presses his lips together in order to suppress a smile: it's the first time that Kurt has ever replied a text to him, at least after the car crash. Puck also finds Kurt's reply funny, and quite relieving. Just like Puck predicted, Kurt wouldn't touch Karofsky even if he was the last gay guy on the face of earth, and that's cool because Kurt could do so much better than that dumbass jock. Any guy who wants to lay a finger on Kurt will have to speak to Puck first, and that will be a must whether Kurt likes it or not.
Kurt got really pissed when Puck told him that he was not letting any other guys get to know him, but fuck it, Puck was damn serious about it. He is not going to hand over Kurt's attention to the first dickhead that finds Kurt hot, and that's for sure. Puck doesn't want to cockblock Kurt, but if Puck has to give up Kurt's attention to let him score with some dude, the dude has to be at least worth the trouble.
The hypothetical conquest, as Kurt once put it, has to be, first of all, hot. Not average hot, but a super babe; nothing below Puck's hotness. Kurt deserves to score with a really hot dude, and Puck resolves that that guy has to be hot like him, or hotter, if that's even possible. And second, the guy has to treat Kurt damn fine; all guys treat Kurt like shit, except for Puck, and Puck won't stand for Kurt being treated like shit by his boyfriend too. So Puck also resolves that the supposed guy has to treat Kurt like he does, or better.
Puck nods, approving of his own thoughts. Puck will give the green light only if the guy qualifies in the things that he believes a guy must be to earn Kurt, which is basically being like Puck himself, or better.
Karofsky is far from being hot, and he also treats Kurt like shit, so he's definitely on the top of Puck's black list.
Deep inside, Puck is aware that he'll be making Kurt's love life hard, since there's no one as hot as himself in Lima and he's the only guy who treats Kurt decently. Too bad for Kurt; he'll have to remain a virgin until he goes to college, but, well, that's how life is.
The bell announces that class is dismissed.
Puck drags his feet around the hallways in the direction of the cafeteria, not feeling very excited about having lunch with his Gleemates. Since he's not on the football team until the doctor thinks he won't die if he plays some football, Puck doesn't sit at the team's table. His Gleemates keep on giving him stares when he's not paying attention, but Puck gotten over it. The good thing is that the Hummel-Hudson wedding is just days ahead, and that's all the Glee club talks about. The bad thing is that when Kurt is not around, they all talk about their surprise song for Kurt and everyone keeps insisting that Puck should be part of it. Puck continues saying he won't.
When Puck arrives to the cafeteria, he can see that Kurt is not there and he rolls his eyes because the Glee club will be babbling about the damn Just the Way You Are, and that makes Puck lose his appetite. He considers skipping lunch, but, if he does, his Gleemates will assume that he dropped dead somewhere and Puck is sick of people asking him if he's feeling alright.
Puck stops walking when his phone vibrates in his pocket and when he pulls it out he finds another text from Kurt. Two texts in one day? This is indeed a weird day.
Dear Prada, you were right about Karofsky!
Puck's blood runs cold and he blinks as he reads the text once again. Kurt realized too? What did Karofsky do to Kurt to make him realize? Puck instantly starts to imagine the worst possible scenarios, all of which involve Karofsky molesting Kurt and make Puck's blood turn from cold to boiling.
As he stomps around the hallways looking for Kurt, Puck dials Kurt's number in order to check on him. Luckily, Kurt answers the call right away.
"Where the fuck are you?" Puck asks, growing worried. "I can't find you."
"On the football field, behind the bleachers," Kurt replies quickly, sounding desperate.
"Is he there? I'm on my way," Puck says, quickening in the direction to where Kurt is.
Kurt pants, as if he's agitated. "No, I'm all by myself… Sweet Dolce, this is horrible, I can't-"
"Just calm down, okay? I'll be there in a sec."
Puck hangs up and starts running to the football field, getting tired quickly. He's really out of shape and he considers asking Coach Beiste if she can at least let him work out a little. If he wants to watch after Kurt, he needs to be in a better shape.
The field is completely empty, and when Puck looks around behind the bleachers it relaxes him to see only one person in the distance. Figuring out that it's Kurt, Puck walks in his direction, thanking God that Kurt is all by himself. For a second, Puck expected to find Karofsky messing with Kurt and Puck wasn't going to have no other choice but killing the dumbass jock.
Kurt is pacing around when Puck approaches. At first the other boy jumps when he notices someone's presence close to him, but Puck can read the relief in Kurt's face when Kurt realizes it's him.
"Damn, Kurt, what the fuck happened?"
Kurt lets out a short and sad laugh. "How did you know? I thought that you were messing with me, you know? To make me pay attention to you," he says, speaking so fast that Puck thinks he's not even breathing. "And you actually did because I was so grossed out by the mere thought of that Neanderthal being close to me that way."
Puck follows Kurt with his eyes, since the boy keeps pacing around, not even looking at Puck, like he's talking to himself.
"And? Did he do something to you? 'cos if he did, I am so murdering him; I don't care if that sends me back to juvie," Puck informs him, finally making Kurt stop still and stare at him.
Kurt bites is lower lip and sighs. "He did nothing. Well… he did," he groans and starts pacing again. "I thought you were joking, but when class was dismissed I went to my locker to pick up my Biology books. He wasn't even close to me, but I saw him standing there and he was staring at me. I didn't look away, and he didn't either, and then he winked at me. I mean, he winked at me and gave me this disgusting small grin before turning away and-"
Kurt looks close to hyperventilate, so Puck grabs his shoulders, holding him still. "Calm down," Puck requests, feeling like Kurt's anxiety is contagious; Puck can't freak out right now. "Why don't you just have a seat?"
They both look around and Puck realizes that there's nowhere to sit but the ground, and if they don't want to be spotted together, moving to the other side of the bleachers is not an option.
"I am not sitting on the grass," Kurt snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. "These pants are Burberry."
Puck rolls his eyes. He has no idea what Burberry is, but if there's one thing that Puck learned it's that when Kurt names weird stuff, he's talking about his expensive clothes. Puck takes his winter jacket off and places it on the ground.
"There, sit," he motions Kurt to sit down, but Kurt looks doubtful. "My jacket is clean, now sit the fuck down."
Kurt narrows his eyes at him, but he sits down on Puck's jacket anyways. "Don't talk to me like that. Can't you see I'm in the middle of a nervous breakdown?"
Puck sits in front of Kurt, sighing. "I do, and in case you don't notice, I'm trying to make you chill. No need to be a bitch."
Kurt presses his lips together and looks away. "I'm sorry. I just-"
"Did he do anything else to you?"
Kurt shakes his head no. "More than creeping me out, no, he didn't. I guess he went to lunch, not wanting to expose himself and get caught winking at the resident fairy. It makes me nervous now. He's never scared me, none of you did. But he does now," he says sheepishly.
Puck feels like shit. Seeing Kurt scared is something you never get to see. No matter how much Puck has harassed him in the past, and no matter how many times Puck has seen other guys giving Kurt a hard time, Kurt never fears his bullies. He actually stares at the jerks like he pieties them, even if they are giving Kurt hell and not the other way around.
Puck frowns. They are really in a very tight spot, and Puck can't find any way out other than beating Karofsky. Puck could try to beat him hard enough to make him stay a good long time at the hospital, and that way he'd be away from Kurt. That's actually a nice idea….
"He just let me know he has… feelings for me, other than disgust," Kurt speaks again, breaking Puck's trail of thoughts. "What if he tries to do something to me? He's three times my size; I can't fight him."
"He won't lay a finger on you," Puck states.
"I don't want him near me," Kurt says, hugging himself in a self-protection position, as if he's not listening to Puck.
"Hey," Puck calls loudly, getting Kurt's attention. "I said he won't lay a finger on you. I'm not going to let him. I'm gonna beat him and-"
"You can't get into fights, Puck," Kurt cuts him off, giving him a stern look. "You're not ruining your probation because of him. Unlike everyone else in this school, I know that you didn't rule juvie, and not under any circumstance am I going to let you go there again to get hurt on a daily basis."
Puck groans, frustrated. Without his fists he's fucking useless. "Then stick around me! He never goes near you when you're in my sight! I've seen him walking away every time we're in the same hallway!"
Kurt gives him a stare. "I told you we can't be seen together."
"It's not together! I think he believes you're my boyfriend or something," Puck says, and Kurt turns bright red instantly, making Puck laugh. "Dude, you're blushing like mad."
"Don't call me dude," Kurt snaps, looking away.
"Whatever. It's what he thinks, I guess. Considering he believes it took five guards to stop me from beating two prisoners to death in juvie, he won't mess with you if he thinks you're mine and I'm gonna beat him to a bloody pulp if he touches you," Puck explains, and man, he loves how that sounds. He's such a badass in McKinley… it's a shame he can't be such a badass outside school.
"I said no."
"You're really not letting me do much here," Puck barks at Kurt.
"Can we not talk about this?" Kurt asks him, looking sad. "I don't really want to think about Karofsky right now."
Before Puck could say anything, Kurt's phone rings at the same time as Puck's. Puck rolls his eyes.
"My babysitters," Puck grumbles, and stares at Kurt. "Tell them you haven't seen me."
Puck answers his call, and Kurt does the same with his phone. In Puck's case, it's Finn.
"Dude, where are you?" Finn asks, clearly worried.
"I'm gonna skip lunch. I'll stay in the library; I forgot to write that dumbass essay for English."
"Don't you have English tomorrow?" Finn enquires, suspiciously. "Want me to-"
"I have time to kill and I want to be alone, Hudson. I'll let you know if I'm about to die," Puck informs him, getting a glance from Kurt.
"Alright. Have you seen Kurt? Can't find him either."
"No, I haven't. Bye," Puck says, and hangs up.
Kurt continues talking with… somebody. From what Puck can hear it's one of the girls. Kurt is wearing a fake smile, as if he didn't want the girls to notice he's upset, which is super stupid since they can't see him.
Puck gives Kurt a questioning look when he hangs up. "They wanted to know if I've seen you. You shouldn't be so crude to them; they worry about you."
Puck shrugs. He only had to almost get killed to get people care about him, so now he's not interest in that. Puck is not going to help others not to feel guilty for ditching him. They should have been nicer before.
"Are you going to the cafeteria to have lunch?" Puck asks Kurt, hoping that he'll stay. It's been so long since the last time they've been together, at least alone; they spend plenty of time in the music room rehearsing for the Hummel-Hudson wedding.
Kurt swallows hard. "Do you mind if I stay here? I want to avoid Karofsky, at least for a while. I told Mercedes I had to skip lunch to get some stuff for the wedding done, so they won't think we're together."
Puck fights the urge to smile. "We are damn good at hiding, Kurt. We can fool everyone, anytime we want," Puck tells him, feeling quite proud of their great skills at sneaking. "Remind me why we can't see each other."
"How many times are we going to have this conversation?"
"I don't know. For how long are you going to ignore me? I'm not giving up so easily."
Kurt gives him a scathing look. "Oh, really? I haven't noticed."
Puck laughs. "What did they say about us anyways? You know, before you spread the rumor about me being a super psycho." Kurt turns red as a tomato and fixes his eyes on the ground. "That bad?"
"You don't want to hear it."
"I don't care what they say. And now I'm the scariest guy at school, remember? So it's not a big deal."
Kurt lets out a long sigh. "It's really stupid."
"Just tell me already."
"I don't know who made it up. I wasn't even back to school when Finn showed up at my house completely mad," Kurt explains, making Puck frown. What does Finn have to do with this? "Saying that here, people said that when the car crashed I…"
"You were giving me head," Puck ends the sentence.
Kurt stares at him with wide open eyes, and smacks Puck on his knee. "You knew? Why did you want me to say it? It's embarrassing!"
Puck frowns. No one really told him that, since no one speaks to him. And his Gleemates never said anything about it, but Puck can remember that.
"I didn't," Puck confesses, and the picture of Finn being mad at him and telling him about this rumor shows up in his head. "I kind of… dreamed it."
He feels weird. Usually his dreams revolve around Kurt, and Puck got used to hearing Kurt's voice in his head at random moments. Now remembering Finn's voice, it's quite foreign and strange.
Puck notices that Kurt is observing him quietly, and Puck can't blame him, since he probably looks like a freak.
"Did Finn visit me or something?"
Kurt looks surprised at his question, but he nods. "Once. Because of your state you weren't allowed to get too many visits. Your sister was there too, but just once you're your grandmother, because your mother thought your condition was something too hard for Sarah to see. Finn went once after school, the same day he told me about the rumor. I didn't see him," Kurt explains. "I was usually at hospital during the mornings, to avoid running into someone from school. Your mother told me he showed up. He never told me though."
Did Finn go to ask Kurt while he was in a fucking coma if it was true that Kurt was sucking him off when they crashed? What the fucking fuck?
"Why was Finn mad at you anyways?"
Kurt chuckles, looking upset. "The usual: me molesting straight guys, and giving you the oral sex that put you in a coma."
"What? He blamed you for that? It wasn't even true!"
Kurt's eyes are glassy and, once again, Puck wants to punch Hudson in the face. Repeatedly. Why on earth did the guy believe in the shit they talk about in school so easily? Damn him and the fucking reputation.
"I told him that wasn't true. I mean, I wasn't expecting him to believe I'm not such a slut like to do something like that," Kurt says bitterly, "but I faced him with the obvious: if I was driving, how was I giving you oral sex at the same time? He apologized later."
"Fuck him and his apology. It's too easy to apologize after you fuck up," Puck states with venom in his voice. "It would be nice if he didn't fuck up at all."
Kurt offers a small smile. "It's okay. I don't really mind."
Puck wants to tell Kurt that it's not okay and that it's clear Kurt really does mind what Finn says; that it's because of what Finn told him that they can't see each other anymore. Obviously, Kurt takes Finn's stupid shit too seriously.
But lately Puck hasn't had many chances to hang out with Kurt, and he doesn't want to fuck this up. Kurt is already stressed out for the Karofsky thing, and Puck doesn't want to start an argument with Kurt, not knowing when the next time they can spend some time together will be.
Puck decides he should ask Kurt about the wedding. He's aware that the wedding is stressing Kurt a lot. Puck has seen him in Glee rehearsals, but it seems to be a stress Kurt likes. Puck is sick of listening about the goddamn wedding, yet… Kurt could talk about it for a long time.
That could keep Kurt right there with him, at least until the lunch break ends.
Puck sighs. He's really making a sacrifice here; he hopes Kurt appreciates that.
"So how's the wedding thing?" Puck asks, and Kurt's eyes light up.
For the next forty-five minutes Puck stays with his mouth shut, listening to all the things that Kurt is preparing for the wedding. It's not so bad.
At least Kurt's forgotten he's supposed to be avoiding him.
Sam drops Puck at home that afternoon and Puck was glad for that, because he wasn't in the mood for a Hudson-Berry ride.
Much to his surprise, his mother is home when Puck arrives and that's weird because, even if she got a new job that doesn't give her more money but at least has her working fewer hours, her shift still doesn't end until four pm.
"Mom, is everything alright?" Puck asks, concerned when he finds her in the kitchen.
"What's with you two? When you stop getting in trouble at school, I get called from Sarah's school!"
What? His sister is a good girl! Puck can't believe it.
"What happened?"
His mother sighs. "Luckily, nothing big. Some dumb kid hit her; she's got a black eye."
"What? Where is she? I'm gonna go to her school and beat that kid," Puck growls, getting mad. No one messes with his baby sister.
"Noah, please. The kid is eleven. Are you seriously going to get into a fight with a child?" his mother asks, giving him a stern look.
"He hit my sister!"
"Noah!" his sister yells, sounding completely excited. Puck turns around and finds himself wrapped in Sarah's arms. Puck doesn't understand what the fuck is going on.
He looks down and he can see Sarah's smiling face with a big purple bruise around her right eye. Puck holds his sister's chin, lifting her face up to take a closer look. The eye is not swollen, but it's really bruised. He absently pokes on the blue skin under his sister's eye.
"Ouch! You brute! It hurts!" Sarah punches him on the shoulder, and Puck laughs. This is so damn bizarre. His little sister got a black eye and she's in a super cheery mood.
"Sarah, what the fuck happened to you?" Puck asks, completely stunned.
"Noah, language," his mother warns him.
"I won, Noah. That's what happened," Sarah informs him, with a cocky grin, walking towards the fridge and taking out a bottle of juice.
"Kids, I have to rush to the grocery store. I forgot some things for dinner," their mother tells them. "In the meantime, why don't you tell your brother about your little plan, you smart girl? And remember that even if you're the victim, you're still grounded."
"But mom! I am the victim, I told you!" Sarah whines, but the older woman leaves the kitchen, not having any of it.
Puck gives his sister a questioning look. He motions her to share some juice and both of them sit at the table in silence, but Puck doesn't take his eyes off his sister. He can tell his sister is playing fool, and it's stupid, because both of them know that Puck is not going to let her get away with this.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" Puck asks straightforwardly.
Sarah laughs, clearly enjoying this. "There's this kid in my class; Owen. He's a jerk," she states, and Puck is about to tell her to watch her language, but he's the first one cursing so he has no right to do it and he lets her be. "But he's the teacher's pet, you know? All teachers love him, because he's so well behaved," she says, mimicking what Puck supposes is Sarah's teacher.
"And he's a douche," Puck concludes, figuring out this Owen kid's tactics.
Sarah nods. "When teachers aren't looking, he pushes me and other kids around, pulls the girls hair and stuff. All my class hates him for that, especially girls, because he's really mean to them."
Puck snorts. "What a tool. I hate guys like that."
Okay, this Owen douche may be only eleven years old, but it's wrong picking on girls. Puck has pushed other kids around since he was in elementary school, but he never did that to girls.
"He's an ass," Sarah agrees. "If he was just mean it would suck, but I wouldn't care. I hate that he plays so nice to teachers. So, usually my Math teacher leaves us alone for five minutes when the class starts because she never brings the stupid books with her."
Sarah stops talking, but she grins like she's remembering what happening.
"C'mon girl, I want to know," Puck hurries her, actually intrigued by where this is going.
"I calculated the time and I got up, passing by his desk. I knew Mrs. Stone was about to come back, and he pushed me. Usually no one fights him back, but my teacher wasn't there yet, so I pushed him back. He instantly got up and punched me in the face, right when Mrs. Stone walked inside!"
His sister claps her hands, laughing out loud, and Puck can't help doing the same. He didn't know his sister could be so tricky. Puck decides he'll have to pay extra attention to her, because he doesn't want his sister to grow up to be a conniving bitch. That's the worst kind of woman, and Puck knows plenty of those.
"And what happened to the kid?" Puck asks.
"He got suspended, and they called his parents. As for me, I'm super popular now," Sarah lifts her chin, brushing her fingers through her bangs, very Kurt-like.
"What's with those manners? You picked up all of Kurt's quirks."
Puck has seen her doing the stuff that Kurt does, and it's freaking creepy.
"I know, right? But he's, like, awesome. He knows a lot about fashion, you know? And he wears amazing clothes," his sister informs him, as if Puck didn't know that. "It makes him look superior, and it works the same way with me. Look," she says, holding her head high, and putting on a self-sufficient face.
Puck laughs at her. "You look like a self-absorbed bitch, but that's cool. He looks like a self-absorbed bitch when he does that too."
His sister kicks him under the table. It hurts, but Puck doesn't complain. In fact, it's the first time that someone treats him rough, instead of fearing for his life.
"Don't say that. Kurt is really nice, you know? I know your friends and girlfriends, and they're all idiots. Kurt, though, he's cool like, for real."
Puck sighs. "He really is," he admits.
"Are you going to bring him here sometime? Tell him I'd like to see him again, okay?"
Puck would actually like that. It's not like his mother or his sister are going to tell other people that they are sort of friends, since his family doesn't have much contact with people around him or Kurt. Maybe he could convince Kurt to do that. Not now since he's all crazed out about the wedding, but next week…
"I'll try to bring him here," Puck assures her.
"How is he? Is he still bruised? I know he knows how to cover bruises with makeup, and I was going to ask you if you could tell him to teach me, to cover this bruise, but I kind of like it how it looks. I'm a badass, like you."
"Oy, girl. I'm the worst example, so try not to follow in my footsteps," Puck tells her, almost pleading her. The last thing Puck wants is his little sister going through all the shit that he went through for being an idiot.
Sarah chuckles. "I know. It's not like I'm going to get into fights. It's probably the only black eye I'm going to get, so I want to enjoy it."
"You're crazy."
"So how's Kurt?"
Puck shrugs. "He's fine. He has no bruises, at least not on his face," he says, realizing that he never really saw Kurt hurt, and he's not sure if that's because he's covering his bruises or because the bruises have already faded. "He's fine I guess. Some people are giving him shit at school, though."
"What? But he's so awesome! Isn't he the most popular guy at your school?"
God, if his sister only knew. "Nope. He's actually considered a loser."
"People at your school clearly suck."
Puck nods at her words, thinking about how people mess with Kurt at school. Actually, Puck starts thinking about Karofsky; Puck has been thinking about Karofsky ever since this morning. He still can't think of a way to get Karofsky away from Kurt without using his fists.
"You have to take care of him," Sarah interrupts his trail of thoughts, using a tone of voice that Puck finds freakishly like their mother's. "I like him lots, but he's really scrawny. I bet he can't fight. He's not like your friends on your football team, Noah. And he's your friend, so you have to take care of him because that's what friends do."
Puck gives his sister a long look. He was about to make fun of her for impersonating their mother so well, but Puck studies his sister and what she said. Puck knows it's only up to him to take care of Kurt, since no one in the damn school minds that he gets harassed constantly. In addition, Karofsky wants to hit Kurt, and not in the 'I'm gonna punch you' way. Puck really doesn't like it. No one is touching his boy. Even less such an idiot like Karofsky.
Sarah can be quite cool when she's not being a bitch or when she's not annoying him with Disney Channel idols. Judging by what she did this morning, she can be quite sneaky… and Puck realizes that, not being able to get into fights, he could try to be sneaky too.
"You know, sis? You and me," Puck points himself and then to his sister, "we are all kinds of awesome."
Sarah giggles, and nods. They really are, Puck assures to himself.
Tomorrow, Puck's going to prove that.
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Day 90
The plan is simple, and Puck has to thank his surprisingly amazing sister for that. Puck can't fight Karofsky, but he can live with that. However, he can't live with the knowledge of Karofsky's sleazy hands being near Kurt. But, as his sister showed him, it's not like Puck has to fight Karofsky; he just has to get the guy away from his boy.
Puck never gives much of a thought to anything he does, but now he's learning that he has to play his cards right, instead of letting his temper rule his fate.
And Puck has awesome cards. First of all, he's allegedly handicapped. Even if he's feeling perfect, and he's been feeling that way for the past three weeks, people are extra careful with him since they believe he's going to drop dead at any moment. Second, Karofsky got suspended last week, and he also got a warning: he can't be caught making trouble.
In the same way that Puck can't start fights without getting sent back to juvie, Karofsky can't start fights without getting expelled.
Puck smirks to himself as he walks around the hallways of McKinley. He's been carefully following Karofsky the whole day, as much as his classes allow. There's always a moment in the day when the dude goes to the locker room, all by himself, and Puck only has to know when that will be.
Much to Puck's displeasure, he has to witness the dumb joke pushing Kurt around more than once. Puck was a hair close to jumping on Karofsky and ripping his head off, but the only thing that stopped him form doing that was the knowledge that Karofsky has his minutes counted in McKinley.
And Puck is the one doing the countdown.
During lunch, Puck sits with his Gleemates in a chair that strategically gives him a perfect view of Karofsky's movements. Kurt shows up later and Puck notices that Kurt flinches when his back makes contact with the back of his seat; he figures that Kurt's last encounter with his locker –courtesy of Karofsky, of course– has been quite hard.
Puck takes a deep breath to calm his growing rage. He wants to tell Kurt that that's the last time Karofsky is ever going to touch him, but he can't tell him that, so Puck sends Kurt a quick and mischievous smirk when no one is watching, and Kurt frowns.
Tina interrupts their small interaction with yet another damn question about the wedding. Puck swears that he's going to go insane if people keep on talking about this, but, luckily for him, he spots Karofsky leaving the football table all by himself.
It's show time, you fucker, Puck thinks to himself, and pushes his tray forward.
"Done," Puck announces. "Catch ya' later."
He doesn't wait for an answer; after all, he wasn't asking if he could leave the table. Puck was just letting them know he was doing it. Puck knows that everyone will start worrying, fearing for his life, so Puck texts Kurt as he follows Karofsky quietly.
Behold Puckerman's supremacy, babe. Puck writes his message and immediately turns off his phone. It's quite out of place to call Kurt 'babe,' but it so goes with his phrase, so he lets it be.
After all, Puck's doing something movie worthy, and maybe he's not saving a hot chick in need, but he's saving Kurt's ass, and Kurt is quite girl-like in his looks so it's almost like a movie. Also, if Puck wants his plan to work, keeping most of it in secret is kind of vital, and that leaves no room for showing off his actions. He's going to tell Kurt though, and that makes Kurt the only person Puck can flaunt to about it.
From a safe distance, Puck sees Karofsky walking inside the locker room and he grins to himself. Now he has to get a witness and a fist in his head, so Puck flees to the teacher's room where he knows Coach Bieste has lunch. Before walking inside Puck puts on his best puppy eyes.
Coach Bieste is having lunch at the same table as Mr. Schuester. Puck walks towards them with his head held down and a great 'I'm just a poor guy' attitude.
"Puck? Are you okay?" Mr. Schue asks him, and Puck sighs. He catches Coach Bieste staring at him with worried eyes and Puck knows he has her in his pocket.
"I was wondering if I could have a word with Coach Bieste," Puck says, doing his best to sound helpless.
"I'm not putting you back on the team, Puckerman," she tells him right away.
Puck lets out a long sigh again, but he decides to not to play this act for long, since he doesn't know for how long Karofsky will stay in the locker room. "I know, Coach Bieste. I know you're worried about my health, and I appreciate that," he explains, and Mr. Schue frowns at his manners, but fuck it. "But I wanted to know if you could let me do some light working out. You know, so I'm not in bad shape when doctors allow me to join the team again."
Coach Bieste gives him a long stare, and then she chuckles. "Light work out how?"
Bingo.
"You know best, Coach," Puck says with a tender voice. He is aware that Coach Bieste is a softie on the inside and that she also has a soft spot for him, so Puck pushes it. "But I don't want to bother you in the middle of your lunch. Is it okay if I wait for you in the locker room?"
Coach Beiste nods. "Alright. Let me finish my lunch and I'll meet you there to see what we can do about you. Now go, Puckerman."
Puck gives her a big smile. "Thanks, Coach. It means a lot to me."
"Yeah, yeah," she replies, resuming her lunch, and Puck is sure she's smiling to herself.
Puck turns around and leaves the teacher's room, feeling completely achieved. Everything's going his way. The lunch break is halfway to its end, Coach Bieste is having her lunch, and Puck starts wonders if he did the timing right. He doesn't know if Karofsky is still in the locker room, and if he is, for how long Puck can keep him there.
Puck shrugs, not giving it much of a thought. He only has to make Karofsky punch his oh-so-fragile head and have Coach Beiste witness that. If Beiste takes longer… Puck resolves he'll have to deal with a few more punches, but that's fine. Worse guys than Karofsky beat him in juvie, and so far Puck's alive, so he can totally deal with this dumb jock.
When Puck enters to the locker room, he's glad that Karofsky is still there and all by himself.
Puck already played his sweet boy act, now he has to play his badass act. Karofsky doesn't notice his presence, so Puck walks towards him, leaning noisily against the lockers.
The other guy jumps in his place, but when his eyes meet Puck's, Karofsky stays still.
"So Dave. How are you doing?" Puck asks casually.
Karofsky fidgets in his place. "I'm fine."
Puck lets a moment of silence go by, just to increase the tension. Karofsky is very predictable, and Puck knows how to lead this into a fight. Karofsky won't hit him just because, since the guy still believes that Puck is a psycho, so Puck only needs to make the guy nervous.
"Need something, Puckerman?" Karofsky finally asks, obviously not being able to deal with the tension.
"Actually, I do," Puck informs him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I want you to leave my boy Kurt alone."
Karofsky does this small movement with his head, like he's obviously not welcoming Puck's words, but at the same time, he's trying not to upset him. Things are going just as planned.
"Your boy?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
Puck does his best not to show emotion, and it's really hard to keep his face stern when he only wants to burst out laughing. He wasn't expecting that reaction from this dumb jock. Puck believed that Karofsky would be the don't-tell-me-what-to-do kind of guy. Yet, the only thing that Karofsky seems to register here is Kurt being Puck's boy. Puck loves the guy's jealously.
Puck is sure that he has the easiest way to push Karofsky's buttons.
"Yeah, my boy. Are you deaf or something?" Puck enquires.
Karofsky snorts like he's disgusted, and turns around, apparently looking for something in his locker, but Puck is sure that the guy is trying to avoid him. "I didn't know you were a homo, Puckerman."
Puck shrugs. "I do know you're one."
Karofsky flinches and drops whatever he was holding to the floor. Puck is not paying attention to that, but at the face of his soon-to-be-ex-teammate.
"I'm no homo," Karofsky grits between his teeth, with his voice full of venom.
Puck chuckles. "Look, man. If you like sucking cock, the fuck if I care. I'm just telling you this: stay away from my boy," he states, stepping closer to the other guy who's obviously growing nervous and mad at the same time.
Karofsky narrows his eyes at him. "You're fucking crazy if you think I want anything with that Hummel fairy."
Puck clenches his jaw, trying hard not to deliver the first punch. It's going to be hard not to beat this asshole, but Puck reminds himself that for Kurt's and his sake, he can't hit Karofsky.
"You better watch your mouth when you talk about him in front of me," Puck warns him. "I know you want a piece of his ass. I've been watching you closely and I've seen you almost drooling for him. You can't keep your eyes off him for one fucking second, and I'm not going to have any of that."
Karofsky snorts again. "I think you did get brain damage. I don't want Hummel," he states, but his words hardly sound convincing.
Puck smiles, shrugging. "Then I guess we won't have any problem that way," he says, like he's pleased. "He wouldn't touch you with a laser pointer and why would he? He's got me," Puck points at himself, and he can see the veins in Karofsky's neck popping out.
"Shut up," Karofsky spits out. "I don't want to hear your gay stories about him."
"Oh, jealous much? Well, you should be. You can't imagine how Kurt is when we're alone," Puck plays with him, loving the way that Karofsky seems to be trying not to shut his mouth with a punch. Karofsky still fears him, so Puck only has to push further. "Kurt's mine, and I'm not sharing. So you fucking stay away from him."
"You don't tell me what to do, Puckerman," Karofsky sneers at him.
Puck knows that he almost has Karofsky right where he wants him, and Coach Bieste is nowhere to be seen. Puck did a really job on bad timing, but he's not walking away now. If he's going to have to take some beating, he damn well will. Puck's a total stud, he can handle it.
Puck takes a last step, being face to face with Karofsky. "Too bad you're a fucking pussy to go for him, but guess what? You missed it," Puck tells him evenly, and damn serious. "Saw him first, claimed him first so the boy is mine now. Sorry if it crushes your wet dreams about him."
When Karofsky's fist connects with Puck's jaw, Puck doesn't see it coming. It hurts, but Puck says nothing. He actually grins, spitting some blood to the floor.
"That's the best you can do?" Puck mocks at Karofsky. "Kurt likes real men, you know? No wonder why he's with me and not with you, you loser."
Karofsky seems torn between crying and killing someone. "Shut up!" he yells, hitting Puck in his face again.
Puck stumbles in his place. It hurts, but Puck has gotten worse in the past. He straightens up, giving Karofsky a defiant look. "You couldn't handle Kurt even if you tried your best." Karofsky fists Puck's shirt and slams his back against his locker. Puck laughs. "You're going to give me the Kurt treatment? He likes it rough," Puck lies, and his rival's right eye twitch at his words. "But that's not a good way to get into his pants, you know? Oh, wait. I'm doing that already, so again, you have no chances, Dave."
Karofsky throws Puck to the floor and kicks him in the stomach. Puck loses his breath for a second, but when he regains it he lets out a short laugh. Puck's dying to fight back, but at the same time, seeing how Karofsky is losing it is sort of cool. Also, it will work to remind the guy that Kurt is his and Puck means it.
"What are you laughing for, Puckerman?" Karofsky growls, kicking him again.
"Y-you," Puck pants, as he tries to push the pain away from his head. "You and your sorry gay ass. Pathetic, dude. Kurt is twice as small, and he deals with it like a man, unlike you, you fucking coward."
Karofsky kneels down, grabbing Puck by the collar of his shirt and punching him again in his face. "Fuck you."
"Got the hots for me too?" Puck smirks, feeling the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. "He doesn't like cowards, and I don't like them either."
The other guy hits him twice in the side of his head, and it's starting to hurt for real.
"Hey, hey, HEY! What the hell is going on?" Coach Bieste yells, and Puck couldn't be happier. "Kaforsky, get off of Puckerman!"
Coach Bieste actually grabs the guy by his arm and pushes him away. "'s alright, Coach," Puck whispers, feeling his face burning.
"Karofsky, to the principal's now!"
Puck can't see the other guy, but he hears him walking away. Puck does his best not to smile in achievement. The coach helps him to sit up and asks him what the hell happened in here.
"I just came here to wait for you and he was here already," Puck explains, wincing and exaggerating his pain. It's not something hard, since his body aches for real but he still needs all the sympathy he can get in here. "He was mad about I don't know what and he took it out on me."
Coach Beiste gives him a suspicious glance. "I know you, Puckerman. You didn't have anything to do with this?"
Puck gapes and when he does that, his jaw hurts. "Ow, fuck. Of course not! I can't get into fights, Coach, or I'll get sent back to juvie. You saw him, he was beating me! I'm all messed up and he has no scratch! I didn't even touch him and he attacked me out of nowhere!"
The coach lets out a long sigh and checks on Puck's wounds. "You boys will drive me insane. I'm gonna call an ambulance. You got brain surgery a couple of weeks ago and he hit you in the head. Not taking risks."
"What?" Oh Lord, he doesn't want to go back to the hospital. "Coach, it's not so bad-"
"Stay there, Puckerman! You're doing what I say."
The coach leaves and Puck wants to smack himself. He chuckles, figuring out there's nothing he can do. He did enough. Karofsky is in the principal's office now and he's not going to tell what happened because that will mean coming out of the closet in front of Figgins.
Puck smirks to himself. He's such a badass.
Several hours later, Puck finds himself in his bedroom. The ambulance did come and Puck was taken to hospital. Since everyone was still having lunch, Puck didn't run into anyone and, so far, he hasn't heard news from anybody at school. It's weird, considering they are usually spamming him with messages, asking him where he is and if he's alright.
At hospital he only got checked up a bit; the doctors said that luckily there was no damage and he could go back to school tomorrow. His mother wants to kill him though. She showed up at the hospital, worried at first, and then very mad. Puck can't blame her though, and he actually thought about explaining to his mother the reason for this mess.
Puck takes out his phone to text Kurt and realizes that it's been off the whole day. He laughs. No wonder things were so peaceful. When Puck turns his phone on, he finds forty-five missed calls and eighty-seven unread texts.
Jesus.
He proceeds to text Kurt with something when his phone starts ringing and, much to his surprise, Karofsky is the one calling him.
Puck shrugs and answers the call. "What?"
"You did that on purpose, right?"
Karofsky's voice is low, like he's secretly calling him. Puck doesn't know if he should feel creeped out, or if he should feel sorry for is ex-teammate. "You know I did."
"They expelled me, you know?"
Puck nods solemnly, even if the other guy can't see him. "I was counting on that. Sorry, man, but I just had to keep you away from Kurt," he explains, actually being honest. He's not happy for the mess he caused for Karofsky, but the guy really asked for it. He just couldn't get away with messing with someone's life constantly.
"'s okay," Karofsky says gloomily and then he pauses. "You're not going to say anything, right?"
Puck decides to feel sorry for the guy. He got expelled and yet his major worry is being outed. Being gay in Lima must really suck.
"Did you say anything?" Puck enquires.
"No. Just that I was mad and hit you. Didn't say why."
"I'm not gonna out you, man. Not my business. But if you get close to my boy, believe me that all of Lima will find out in a second," Puck warns, hearing a long sigh on the other end of the line.
"I think I'm gonna get sent to boarding school, so no worries. I wouldn't get close to Hummel anyways," Karofsky lies again, and Puck rolls his eyes.
"Then it's cool. You stay away from him and your secret is safe."
"Thanks. And sorry for messing with your face, but dude, you really pushed me."
Puck snorts, sitting down in his bed. "Actually, I'm glad you did."
"Cool. Bye, Puckerman," Karofsky says, and hangs up.
Damn, that was good. Puck got rid of the guy for real, and even if he can't flaunt his actions, he's quite proud of himself. He did good. His face aches like hell, but it's a win-win scenario. Kurt won't get bothered by this guy and Puck won't have to worry about some dude being after his boy.
Puck resolves to scare away every single guy that decides to get close to Kurt, having romantic intentions for him. After all, he did well today.
There's a knock on his door, and Puck chuckles. He doesn't want to get preached ay by his mother some more.
"Yeah?"
The door opens and Kurt steps inside the room. Puck gapes, not really expecting this visit, but then he smiles widely. The first second, Kurt was wearing his usual bitch face, but as soon as his gaze lands on Puck's face, he gapes as well.
"What on earth happened to you?" Kurt enquires, closing the door. He was about to step closer to Puck, but stops in his place after taking the first step.
"I got Karofsky expelled," Puck informs him, showing a cocky grin. "You won't have to worry about him anymore."
Puck can see that Kurt is not pleased, which upsets him. Shouldn't Kurt be jumping on him, hugging him and thanking him? After getting himself beaten, Kurt could show at least some appreciation.
Kurt blinks, setting his jaw. "You got into a fight with him on purpose? Are you insane?"
"I didn't fight back, so I'm not going back to juvie," Puck says in a sing-song voice.
"You got brain surgery! It's dangerous!"
"Doctors said I'm fine, so don't yell at me!" Kurt steps closer, and smacks Puck in the back of his head. "Ouch! What the fuck?"
Kurt crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, there's no risk, right? And you deserve it for being such an idiot!"
Puck stands up, mad already. He's sick of fighting with Kurt all the time; they never had arguments in the past. "I'm an idiot? I got Karofsky off of your back and you smack me!"
"You could have gotten hurt! I spent days fearing that you were going to die and now you throw your health away! Don't you ever think before jumping into fights?"
"Yes! I planned this the whole night last night! And why do you always yell at me?"
"Because you keep on being so dense! Do you-" Kurt lets out a frustrated growl, and then he sighs, looking down. "You scared me, alright? You just sent me that weird text and then you were gone. No one knew where you were and the next thing we know is that an ambulance just left the school and you and Karofsky aren't there anymore. I thought something happened to you," Kurt says softly, sitting by Puck's side. "Plus, your phone was off. I had to call your mother to know where you were and if you were okay. She told me you had a fight, but when she said you were at the hospital I completely freaked out. She said you were alright, but…" he trails off.
Now Puck feels guilty because Kurt looks sad and it's his fault. "Look, I'm sorry, alright? I just couldn't stand the guy messing around with you anymore. No one did anything about it, so I had to."
Kurt stares at him. "You didn't have to. Have you seen your face?"
"Yeah, I'm a stud," Puck states, nonchalantly. "Bruises suit me."
"Do you want to hear the new rumor?" Kurt enquires, pressing his lips together like he's trying not to smile.
This has got to be good. "Shoot."
"Apparently, you killed Karofsky or something," Kurt says and Puck burst into laughter. "They believe the ambulance was for him."
"How come they're so stupid?" Puck asks, between laughs. Kurt shrugs.
"I wonder the same. Coach Beiste said that Karofsky is very much alive, but they still believe that anyways. I'm still mad at you, you know?"
"I know," Puck admits, but it's not like it worries him much. Kurt is there, at his place, checking how he's doing. "Oh! I have something for you!"
Kurt frowns at him, but Puck runs towards his closet, remembering that he still has his coat. Knowing how much Kurt loves his clothes, maybe giving him back his precious coat will cheer him up.
Since his closet is a mess, Puck has to take some long seconds to find it under a big pile of clothes on the floor.
"Here!" Puck announces proudly, handing the coat to Kurt.
Kurt stares at it with apprehension. "Is this my Gucci coat?" he asks quietly, taking the coat from Puck's hands. "My Gucci last collection?"
Puck shrugs, as Kurt holds the coat by its shoulder parts. "Fuck me if I know. It's yours, that's for sure. See? No stains or anything!"
Puck smiles widely at Kurt, but Kurt is only quirking an eyebrow. "This is Gucci, and you left it there in a pile of clothes, on the floor?"
"Hey, those clothes are clean!"
"Couldn't you just use a hanger? It's Gucci, for Gaga' sake! It looks like an elephant stampede passed over it!"
Puck rolls his eyes. "It just has a few wrinkles but-"
"A few? Just a few!"
Puck sighs, giving up. He sits back by Kurt's side and tries to change the topic of the conversation. "So how did you get here? Your dad is here or something?"
Kurt places carefully his coat on his lap and says, "No, I came by myself. I got my SUV back," he announces proudly. "The insurance was going to give me a new car, but my dad didn't want me having a car again, considering what happened. It's not like the accident was my fault. Planning a wedding without a car was driving me insane, though, so I convinced my dad to let me have my baby back."
Puck's face lights up. "You're driving me to school again?"
"No, Puck. You have the boys to do that already, remember?"
Puck rolls his eyes again and, before he can say anything, Sarah storms inside the room. "Kurt! You're back!"
She runs towards him and gives him a tight hug. Kurt smiles at her, hugging back, and Puck feels slightly jealous. He's totally Kurt's savior and his sister is getting all the fun. Not fucking fair.
"Sweet Dolce, what happened to your eye?" Kurt asks, concerned, when he spots Sarah's black eye. "Are you the raccoon brothers or something? Do you want me to cover that bruise with makeup? You'll look perfect, believe me," Kurt offers, and Sarah nods eagerly.
Puck wants to kill her. She said she didn't want to cover it! She's stealing Kurt away from him on purpose!
Sarah takes Kurt by his hand and starts dragging him towards his room. "Guys," Puck calls after them, "you can't leave me alone! I'm the victim here!"
Sarah stops walking. "I'm sure you won't be interested in make up," she says, and Kurt nods, raising his chin up.
"I could be," Puck says, knowing that he's not interested in makeup in any kind of way, but he wants to stick around Kurt now that he has him close. If Puck could listen to half an hour of wedding plans, he can totally deal with Kurt and his sister talking about makeup.
"No, you couldn't," his sister states, and both she and Kurt leave his room, closing the door after them.
"You guys!"
Puck sits back on his bed, very much frustrated. Why can't he have Kurt all to himself? He just got beaten up for Kurt! It's no fucking fair.
Puck waits for them to be done, but several minutes pass, and after the first forty-five minutes he gets up and goes to his sister's room to see that the fuck is taking them so long. However, he finds his sister all alone, playing on her computer with an eye free of bruise.
"Where's Kurt?"
Sarah stares at him. "Oh, he left some time ago."
"He left?"
Man, Puck is pissed. He runs back to his room, taking his phone out and texting Kurt: You could have said goodbye, jerk.
This thing with Kurt is driving him crazy. Ever since he woke up at hospital, the only thing he wants is to get Kurt back. Puck misses him in an irrational and stupid way. It's not like he's not used to not seeing Kurt for so long. A week before the accident they spent two full weeks separated because of the winter break and even if he felt like seeing the boy again, he didn't suffer his absence like he does now.
It's like the more Puck wants him back, the harder Kurt makes it. But if Kurt believes that the worse he treats Puck, the less Puck will want to be around him, he's dead wrong. Puck knows what's Kurt trying to do and Puck is not going to fall for it.
Puck texts Kurt again. Your bitch treatment is not scaring me away. I'm gonna get you back, one way or another.