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Lyrics are in italics songs are:
'Stand still, look pretty' by The Wreckers-but for the purpose of Puck, the lyric 'pretty' has been changed to 'sexy'
And 'The Reason' by Hoobastank
Chapter 10-And the Reason 3
When Monday morning came about, Puck was hit with a tornado of nerves. Since his little striptease in the school cafeteria, Puck hadn't faced anybody from school other than Kurt, Quinn and Santana. Even though he had publicly declared his feelings for Kurt, he was worried how others might act towards him now.
On Friday in the canteen he had acted as badass as ever, but at the time everyone had been too stunned to really form any kind of reaction. Mostly, he was worried about the likes of Dave Karofsky and the guys on the football team. He knew he could defend himself and kick the crap out of most people, but if the team all ganged up on him at once he'd be slaughtered.
Still, if it meant he could openly be with Kurt, then it was all worth it. They could throw whatever they wanted at him and he would take it. Slushies, dumpster tosses, insults, beatings, whatever they had he could handle.
After fixing Sarah's hair into two neat pigtails, Puck led the way out to his truck. As he drove, his mind tormented him with possible scenarios of what might happen at school.
"Try not to worry Noah." Sarah told him gently as she noticed her brother's anxiety. "If anybody does anything to upset you or Kurt then I'll sort them out."
"Thank sis." Puck chuckled. "That's sweet."
As he pulled up at the entrance to his sister's school, Puck spotted Mrs. Gale flirting with one of Sarah's school teacher's. Puck quirked an eyebrow as he wondered what could be so wrong with the woman's husband that she had to throw herself at every other male she came across.
"Ok Sarah, I've got detention today so I won't be able to pick you up." Puck told her. "But I've already called Finn and he said he'll come and get you alright."
Sarah just nodded as a dreamy expression crossed her face. Rolling his eyes, Puck nudged her with his elbow to regain her full attention.
"You be good for Finn ok kid." Puck said.
"I promise." Sarah replied.
"Good. Give me a hug." Puck answered as he held an arm out to pull her into a quick embrace. He kissed the top of her head before watching her step out of the truck. "Go learn something."
She turned slightly to wave back at him before joining a few of her friends on the playground.
As Puck restarted his truck and headed to his own school, he found that the journey seemed to take less time than usual and all too soon the building of McKinley High was in sight and he was parking up.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped out and slung his bag on his shoulder before locking his truck. He stuffed his keys into his jeans pocket as he strutted through the parking lot determined to act as badass as ever and not show any sign of fear.
"Still alive I see." Quinn commented as she fell in to step beside him.
"For now." Puck replied as his eyes darted left and right, every moment expecting somebody to strike him down.
"Well I know something that will cheer you up." She said sweetly.
"Yeah?" He asked with an eyebrow raised in question.
The blonde girl nodded as she pointed across the way. Following the direction of Quinn's finger, Puck's eyes met with those of his boyfriend as he strutted over arm-in-arm with Mercedes.
"Is it weird that I'm jealous of the fact Aretha's linking arms with my boyfriend?" Puck asked Quinn in a whisper.
"Weird's not the word I would use." Quinn replied as they walked to meet Kurt and Mercedes. "I'd be more inclined to say childish and pathetic yet at the same time kind of adorable."
"Hey princess." Puck greeted as he slung an arm across Kurt's shoulders. "Mercedes." He acknowledged with a slight incline of his head.
The black diva simply looked him up and down before making a 'hmm' noise then walking off to join Artie and Tina.
"Er… what'd I do?" Puck asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Kurt assured him as he wound his arm around Puck's waist. "She just doesn't like you very much."
"So, are you two ready to face the music?" Quinn asked them as they neared the school building.
Coming to a momentary standstill, Puck scanned his eyes all around the place and was relieved to find no obvious threat. There were a few people huddled together staring at them and pointing and whispering but nobody seemed to have the guts to say anything to their faces for fear of provoking Puck's wrath. Looking over to the dumpster, Puck was just in time to spot the football team tossing Karofsky into the large industrial bin and closing the lid.
From the looks of things, it wouldn't be too bad. Feeling more confident, Puck schooled his lips into his trademark smirk before swaggering up the entrance steps with Kurt walking proudly at his side as Quinn smiled happily alongside them.
As they prowled through the corridor, the majority of students turned to look at them but still nobody said anything. They came to a stop when they reached Quinn's locker and all eyes turned to the two boys causing the blonde girl to let out a soft giggle.
"It seems you have an audience." She pointed out nodding her head in the direction of the nosy students. "I think it's only fair that you give them a show."
Puck turned to face Kurt and judging by the shorter boy's face he was more than eager to comply. So with a corridor full of on-looking students, Puck and Kurt pressed their lips together, Kurt's arms looping around Puck's neck whilst Puck's hands ventured down to squeeze Kurt's ass.
When they were pulled away, they received a few wolf-whistles and the occasional 'aww' from some of the girls but no obvious signs of homophobia or ridicule.
"It's going good." Kurt stated sounding relieved.
"Yeah." Puck agreed as he led the way to first period. "Too good." He said suspiciously feeling more an edge than he had before coming to school.
The school day seemed to progress without incident until Puck sat down for his third period English class. He couldn't be sure, but he was fairly certain that his fifty year old and rapidly balding teacher was checking him out.
As this horrifying thought entered Puck's head, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He tried keeping his eyes on his notebook but he could feel the old man's eyes boring into him. Looking up again, he caught Mr. Murphy's eye and the English teacher ran his tongue across his lower lip and winked at him. Puck shivered in disgust and had to fight hard not to throw up.
Part way through the lesson, Mr. Murphy approached Puck's desk. The older man leaned over his pupil, so close that his breath was tickling the teen's ear. A hand then came to rest in the middle of Puck's back before journeying alarmingly lower. It was at this point that Puck jumped to his feet and quickly grabbed his things before fleeing the classroom.
He ran through the halls and took sanctuary in the boys' toilets. Bag on shoulder, he stood before the urinal and unzipped his jeans so he could relieve his bladder. He'd just finished shaking himself off and tucked his penis away when Adam, a member of the football team, strode in.
Puck looked at his teammate cautiously trying to work out if the other boy meant any harm. Adam just smiled at Puck as he walked towards the urinal unfastening his belt on the way. He whipped his cock out without any sign of embarrassment as he took a piss.
Turning away from his teammate, Puck quickly washed his hands at the sink then dried them on his jeans. He was on his way out when Adam spoke up.
"You can watch if you want." Adam said and the seductive ring to his tone made Puck freeze.
"What the fuck?" Puck asked, those three words being the first to pass through his brain then out of his mouth.
"I said, you can watch if you want." Adam repeated and Puck found himself turning round.
Adam was stood with his jeans around his ankles and one hand slowly pumping up and down his swiftly hardening member.
"I'll give you head." Adam offered.
It was then that the ability to move returned to Puck and without a word he exited the toilets. Leaning against the wall outside, he took a moment to process what had just happened before shaking his head as if to rid the memory away.
"Damn." Puck whispered to himself as he walked on. "I'm turning the male population gay… shit I must be hotter than I thought I was."
As he rounded the corner, he came into contact with another male and he stopped dead in his tracks. It was another student, a year or two younger than Puck. He had blonde hair with a gentle curl and dazzling blue eyes. There was also something effeminate about his features and there was a definite sway to his hips as he walked.
As the blonde boy stepped nearer, he glanced up at Puck and a blush stained his cheeks as he smiled coyly. Puck stayed rooted to the spot until the younger student past. Tentatively, Puck looked over his shoulder and found the blonde glancing back at him with flirty eyes and a charming grin before he disappeared around the corner.
"Is everybody at this school gay?" Puck asked himself before moving on.
During lunch, Puck and Kurt were faced with their first real problem. The hockey team, led by Karofsy, made their way across the canteen towards the table where the new couple were seated along with the rest of the Gleeks.
The expressions on their faces were not at all friendly and each hockey player carried a cup of Slushie in their hand.
"Oh no." Kurt whimpered in dismay as the group came closer. "This is Alexander McQueen." He bemoaned as he looked down at his designer sweater that was no doubt about to be ruined.
However, before the hockey team could reach them and launch their multi-flavoured and syrupy, stainy attack, they were intercepted by the football team who were arms with Slushies of their own.
"You leave our boys alone." Joey, the largest of the players warned.
"Or what?" Karofsky challenged.
"Or it won't just be the dumpster you pay a visit to every day." Joey told him. "You touch Puck or his fairy boy, then every one of you will have your heads flushed down a toilet every single day… and that's after somebody's taken a dump and forgot to flush the chain."
Most of the hockey team wisely backed away but Karofsky dumbly stood his ground.
As one, Puck, Finn, Matt and Mike stood up from their seats and moved round the table to stand alongside the football team, though Puck made sure he wasn't standing anywhere near Adam.
"Sure you wanna mess with us Karofsky?" Finn asked.
"Enough." Kurt sighed as he rose gracefully from his hard-backed chair and pushed his way through the bulky football players to face Karofsky.
The hockey player sneered down at Kurt but the small soprano simply rolled his eyes before wordlessly taking the cup of Slushie from Joey then throwing it right in Karofsky's face.
Seemingly satisfied, Kurt turned on his heel then moved to sit beside Mercedes again whilst the canteen sounded with laughter.
"You're dead you fucking faggot!" Karofsky yelled as he dropped his own cup of Slushie to the floor and wiped the droplets of blue out of his eyes.
"Hey, we warned you." Adam said as he and the rest of the football team moved forwards. "Leave them alone."
A second later and Karofsky was drenched from head to toe with multiple cups of Slushie.
"You just threw a Slushie in Karofsky's face." Puck told Kurt in a voice full of admiration.
"I guess your badassness if rubbing off on me." Kurt replied playfully.
"Well I think your gayness is definitely catching on." Puck remarked before explaining about the incidents with Mr. Murphy, Adam and the younger blonde boy.
Kurt looked notably jealous to hear such information and promptly positioned himself in Puck's lap and kissed him fully on the lips just to remind everyone who Noah Puckerman belonged to.
The end of the school day arrived and with it came Puck's first detention of the week. He sat lazily at the back of the room whilst Mr. Schue sat at the desk grading some papers.
Although Puck was currently bored out of his mind, he was extremely grateful that Mr. Schue wasn't trying to hit on him.
Puck was in the middle of an incredibly erotic daydream starring the one and only Kurt Hummel when the Spanish teacher's voice interrupted him.
"Huh?" Puck asked unintelligibly.
"I said today wasn't as bad as you thought it would be right?" Mr. Schue told him with a slight frown at having to repeat himself. "Your teammates have got your back and you have the support of everyone in Glee club. You're really lucky Puck; you've got things pretty easy."
"Easy… right." Puck replied with a slight scoff.
He knew today had gone far better than he could have imagined but that still didn't mean his life was easy. Sure, he was with Kurt and the football team had reacted surprisingly well to his coming out and he was grateful for all of that, but other aspects of his life weren't so simple.
His mother, she was the ever constant problem in Puck's life. She was drunk almost all the time and that led to her saying such hurtful things sometimes to Puck and Sarah both. It also meant that Puck had to act like a parental figure and take care of Sarah and himself as well as his drunken mother.
He knew he had much to be thankful for but his life was far from easy.
A blur of orange swept past the door and Mr. Schue was soon on his feet.
"Emma!" He called out and the blue of orange stopped and turned to him with great big eyes and a wide smile. "Puck, just stay where you are and don't do anything. I'll be back in a minute."
Puck nodded in response as Mr. Schue hurried to talk to the school Guidance Counsellor.
Leaning back in his chair, Puck sighed to himself and ran a hand through his mohawk before taking his guitar out of the case and perching himself on the edge of the table.
He strummed his fingers across the strings before parting his mouth to sing.
"I want to paint my face
And pretend that I am someone else
Sometimes I get so fed up
I don't even wanna look at myself
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I hate the way you look at me…" As he sang that line he looked in the direction of Mr. Schue who was chatting to Miss. Pillsbury in the corridor.
"I have to say
I wish I could start over
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
And you might think its easy being me
You just stand still, look sexy…"
As he continued playing, he turned his head to look out of the classroom window.
"Sometimes I find myself shaking
In the middle of the night
And then it hits me and I can't
Even believe this is my life
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I wish that everyone would go and shut their mouth…" He spared a glance out to Schuster in the corridor again.
"I'm not strong enough to deal with it…" He sang in a whisper as he ducked his head before turning to look out the window again.
"I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
And you might think its easy being me
You just stand still, look sexy…"
Puck became so immersed in the song that he didn't even realise as Mr. Schue stepped quietly back inside the classroom and observed his pupil.
"I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
And you might think its easy being me
You just stand still, look sexy."
He strummed the last few notes then jumped slightly when he was met with the sound of Mr. Schue applauding appreciatively.
"That was good Puck." Mr. Schue told him. "Really good."
"Whatever." Puck responded as he slid off the tabletop and placed his guitar away.
They sat in an awkward silence for the remainder of the detention time before Mr. Schue gave Puck permission to leave.
Without hesitation, Puck grabbed his bag then took his guitar down to the music room ready for the next day's Glee rehearsal before heading out to the parking lot.
As he approached his truck, he spotted the figure of Adam leaning against the bonnet.
"Hey dude." Adam greeted with a nod.
"I don't want a blow-job." Puck replied instantly. "I don't want anything from you. I'm with Kurt, I love Kurt and that's that."
"Right, I've got it." Adam said. "Can I at least have a ride home man?"
"Fine." Puck sighed as he climbed into the driver's seat. "But if your hands, tongue or dick come anywhere near me I swear I will axe murder you."
"I just wanted to say thanks." Adam told him as they drove.
"Huh? What the hell for?" Puck asked. "I haven't done shit for you. Really I should thank you and the other guys for defending me and Kurt, but obviously I'm too much of a badass for thank-you's."
Adam chortled slightly before rolling down the window and letting the gentle wind flit across his face.
"In case you didn't guess already I'm kinda gay." Adam stated.
"Really? I had no idea." Puck retorted sarcastically.
"Shut up dude." Adam replied though he sounded more amused than annoyed. "I just wanted to thank you for having the balls to come out… literally." He added the last word with a smirk as he thought back to Puck's 'Bad Romance' performance that certainly had a lot of balls.
"Why?" Puck asked as he pulled up outside Adam's house.
"I know I act kinda hard at school." Adam said. "And I'm always a bit arrogant, but that's because I've been trying to hide who I really am."
"A cocksucker." Puck supplied.
"Look who's talking." Adam retaliated. "You're a homo too dude."
"Sorry to disappoint you but it's not guys I'm in to." Puck explained. "It's just Kurt."
"That's cute Puckerman." Adam replied. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I finally have the guts to be who I am. I used to be so terrified of people ever finding out that I was gay but I don't care anymore. If people have a problem with it then they can go to hell. I'm proud of who I am and I'm not gonna hide in the closet anymore… and I know I have you to thank for that."
"Good for you mate." Puck said and Adam got a dreamy look in his eye as he gazed back at him. "Get out of my truck."
And the reason is you
To Be Continued
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