Sectionals

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"Do any of you guys think it was weird that Puck rushed to Quinn's aid in rehearsal the other day?"

As soon as the words left Rachel's mouth, the group of kids around the piano looked at Kurt, waiting for his reaction. He kept his face as cool as possible, but inside he was freaking out. Rachel, the only person in the club besides Finn who didn't know about the real father, was getting suspicious. And it was his job to distract her.

"No," Kurt said as evenly as possible. "They're friends, every body knows that."

Most people would've taken testimonial from Puck's best friend as complete and total truth of the situation, but of course Rachel Berry did not. "Yes, but it seems like more than that." She took a deep breath and said, "I've never told anyone this, but I'm kind of psychic." Kurt had never seen his friends look more bewildered in his life, "I can't read minds or anything yet but I do have a sixth sense."

"Uh…we gotta go," Mercedes said, grabbing Kurt's arm to drag him out of his chair.

"But we have to practice!"

"As soon as Mr. Schuester names the new faculty advisor," Kurt said, leaving. "Until then I don't need to listen to some horrible accusations on my best friend." He gave her a fake smile and walked out of the choir room, his body clenching in rage as he walked alongside Tina and Mercedes.

"Hey, she's onto it," Mercedes said into her phone.

"I know, it's really freaking me out," Tina replied before buzzing Artie in.

"Dudes, this is serious, if she finds out she'll tell Finn; she can't keep secrets."

Kurt stole Tina's phone to add, "I say we lock Rachel up in my basement till after Sectionals."

"We need her voice," Mercedes insisted.

"Damn her talent," Kurt muttered as Tina held up her phone so they both could talk into it and listen.

"We just heard," Santana said as she and Brittany were buzzed in, "Who told the dwarf?"

"I thought it'd be you," Kurt said immediately.

"Why would I do that?"

"To get back at Noah," Kurt accused, venom lining his voice.

"Yeah, aren't you guys dating?" Artie asked.

"Sex isn't dating," Kurt and Santana said at the same time, both disgusted at saying the same thing.

"If it were Santana and I would be dating," Brittany said simply. Kurt kept walking, unbothered by information he already knew (Puck having told him so many times of the invitations he got to watch them), but stopped when he realized everyone else in his group had stopped in shock.

When they started walking again, Santana said, "Look, I didn't do it, I don't want to risk anything. Since Quinn got herself knocked up, I'm the HBIC around here."

"Hold on, Rachel's walking by," Mercedes hushed into the phone, lowering her device as Tina did the same to hers. "Hey hot mama!" Kurt raised an eyebrow in disapproval of the nickname, but soon they were all back on their devices, Rachel out of sight. "Look I know I messed up real bad by telling all you guys," Kurt snorted at the understatement, "And I feel really, really bad about it," she added, looking at Kurt until he sighed and looked away, "But we can't let her find out. If she finds out, she'll tell Finn and he will flip out."

"Then Noah will get killed…and we'll have even less of a chance at Sectionals," Kurt added. Slowly they all hung up and Kurt looked up at the ceiling, attempting to gather his thoughts. He needed to find a way to keep his best friend's secret from getting out.

—

"You have to take me to get one of those Jewish baby test things," Quinn pleaded to Puck, away from the rest of the Glee club.

Puck was confused as all hell. First Quinn swore she wanted nothing to do with him, now she wanted him to take her to get tested for some Jewish disorder that he had never heard of. Wouldn't he know about this baby disease from temple and shit? "Is that even a real thing?"

"Yes," Quinn insisted, "And if something's wrong with the baby, Mrs. Schuester won't take it and I can't ask Finn, he'll know something's up."

"Does this have to happen tonight?" Puck asked hesitantly. "'Cause I have my fight club." It was something he had started to help get his aggression out so he didn't feel the need to punch Finn every time he gave that goofy half-grin. Turns out he was even more badass than he thought since he won most every fight.

But his question wasn't answered as Mr. Schue and the freaky ginger counselor walked in. Turns out that Miss Pillsbury was taking over Glee club for Sectionals. And with that he had to leave. Then Artie talked about being in a wheelchair and Finn brought up Journey and Rachel talked about being the best. Same old boring Glee club.

Apparently Mercedes wasn't having it that day though, so, in a great diva move, she started singing the crap out of some black chick diva song her and Kurt liked to sing to in the car when they dragged him to the mall. Puck had to admit that seeing Mercedes perform that song was pretty freaking awesome, especially watching Kurt and Quinn light up at her singing. And seeing Rachel actually let her take the ballad spot, seeing her do something for the benefit of someone else? Yeah, that was awesome.

And maybe if people like Rachel could change, maybe people like Quinn could change, too, and accept him into her life. And maybe Finn would even change and realize he was lucky it was Puck's child.

Maybe things would all be okay.

—

Okay, things definitely aren't okay, Puck thought as Finn continued to smash at his face, Puck having no choice or chance to do anything but block his punches.

It came out of nowhere. He was in the choir room with some of the gleeks, just standing up and talking to Kurt when he heard a yell from the doorway. Turning to see what the hell it was, he was punched in the gut by Finn, who soon jumped on top of him, punching at his face as Puck tried to get his breath back and Rachel came rushing in after Finn, freezing at the violence.

"Someone, help him, God, please," Kurt started crying out. He tried pulling Finn off his best friend himself but Tina grabbed him and took him away, his tearful cries and pulls doing no good, just getting him in harm's way. "Why are you just standing here?" He yelled at no one specific as the punches started to sound like they were actually making contact to Puck's head.

Thank God Mr. Schue came in right at that point, Miss Pillsbury and Artie, who had fetched them, right behind him as he pulled Finn off Puck. Once the taller teen was off the floor, Will got Mike and Matt to hold him back as he tried to swing even more at Puck as he stood up with help from Kurt. Kurt was relieved to see no cuts and no bruises, so probably no internal bleeding, but he wasn't sure if a concussion could be ruled out yet.

"TELL THE TRUTH!" Finn yelled at Puck and Quinn, fighting against Matt and Mike's hold.

"He came in here and sucker punched me in the gut," Puck insisted to Schue.

"Don't play dumb, you are too dumb to play dumb," Finn shouted.

"Who told you?" Quinn asked tearfully, stepping out from the line of gleeks that had formed.

"Rachel," Kurt accused, holding back his own tears as he glared her down.

"What? I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, it was Rachel," Finn confirmed. Kurt had to hold himself back from spitting on her—something Puck had taught him from Fight Club to really shame someone—as Finn continued, "But I want to hear it from you."

Mr. Schuester tried to intervene, "Finn, just calm down—"

"NO, THEY'RE BOTH LYING TO ME!" Finn yelled, getting out of everyone's hold as he turned to Quinn. His voice was calm but his body still held anger and tension as he asked Quinn, "Is it true? Just tell me: is it true?"

Quinn walked up to him, tears starting to roll down her cheeks, in some sort of attempt to make the big announcement in front of everyone somewhat more personal. Puck walked to stand in line behind her a few feet away, just in case Finn's anger caused him to attack Quinn like he had him; then he would show him no mercy.

"Yes," Quinn gasped out. "Puck's the father." Puck kept glaring down Finn, waiting for him to snap, but he could still feel his teacher's look and he knew Mr. Schue thought even less of him now. What did it matter, everyone at that school but Kurt thought less of him because of this, Kurt who was standing behind him, eyes focused on Finn, thinking of what he would do if Finn started going after Quinn or Puck again.

"So all that stuff in the hot tub," Finn said brokenly after a silence, "You-you just made that up?"

"Well you were stupid enough to buy it," Puck shot back, Mr. Schue having to stop Finn from attacking him again. He just wasn't going to let Finn put all the blame for the deceit on Quinn when he sure as hell should've noticed something was up since they never had sex.

"I am so sorry," Quinn said in a high-pitched voice, starting to completely break down.

"Screw this," Finn said, shaking his head and backing away. "I'm done with all of you!" He stormed out of the room, kicking a chair in his wake as Quinn started sobbing uncontrollably.

"Berry," Kurt said snappily as he closed his eyes, "Get the fuck out of this choir room before someone has to hold me back and, in turn, ruin my jacket." Initially Rachel froze at the swear leaving Kurt's mouth, but a second later she scampered out of the room, her head hanging slightly in shame as Quinn's sobs filled the classroom.

—

Puck saw Rachel as he walked over to talk to Quinn. They paused and looked at each other for a moment before both moving on at the same time, Puck sitting down next to Quinn. "Look, I know you're upset right now," Puck started, "But I want to be with you. I want to do everything I can to be a good dad to our baby."

"Thanks…but I honestly can't have that stress in my life right now," Quinn whispered as she finally looked at him. Puck looked down and tried to swallow that information. Looking back up at her, she continued, "And I'm going to do this on my own. Please respect that. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be alone right now." As she walked away, Puck collapsed against the wall of the little nook in shock and heartbreak, not even hearing the click of designer boots on the tiled floor.

Kurt didn't say anything, no apologies, no words of encouragements, nothing. He simply sat down next to Noah and turned his head toward his, looking him square in the eye. Giving a small nod, Kurt leaned up and kissed Puck on the forehead before pulling him into a hug, both boys liking that newer type of comforting physical contact.

As Puck leaned onto Kurt, he let his eyes drift shut and close, doing his best to forget about this day from Hell. He may not have Quinn, but he wasn't going to stop fighting for her, and he always was going to have Kurt at his side for help, support, and love along the way.

—

Mercedes was bent over herself, devastated; Artie was running himself into the wall repeatedly, frustrated; and Rachel was trying to stop herself from crying in the corner, depressed.

Those glee club wannabees were doing their songs.

The first song made sense; they were predominantly African American, why not do "And I Am Telling You"? Of course they wanted to do it. But "Proud Mary" in wheelchairs? Yeah, like that was likely to be an original idea. And apparently the deaf kids school was doing "Don't Stop Believin'". They were going to be beat by a deaf school in a singing competition. How freaking lame.

And Kurt had the biggest stress headache of his life. It didn't help that Puck kept insisting on flicking his ear to get his attention. "What?" Kurt whispered after the latest ear flick.

"You shouldn't be so bitchy to Rachel," Puck said, referring to Kurt's terse, angry words with her since the incident a few days before. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned his head back around. But Puck kept going.

"If I'm not mad at her," flick, "And Quinn's not mad at her," flick, "You don't need to be mad at her," flick.

"But she hurt you," Kurt whispered, turning back to face him again.

"But you wanted and got 'Cedes to forgive me for the phone call. Plus you just want an excuse to hate her reasonably," Puck said proudly, excited that he had Kurt on this one.

Kurt opened and closed his mouth multiple times before finally rolling his eyes and nodding in agreement. "Okay." Puck smiled as Kurt turned back around, rubbing his temples in thought.

Flick…flick. "Yes?" Kurt asked, not even turning around.

"You're still coming over tonight to celebrate, right?" Puck asked. He corrected, "Or possibly mourn our loss?"

Kurt snorted, turning his head to face Puck, "Yeah, I'll be there before Mama Mae leaves for work. And I'll bring the DVD. Honestly, the fact that you haven't seen Mean Girls is quite possibly the biggest failure in my life." They grinned at each other and Kurt turned back front, his stress headache feeling slightly better.

Flick...flick…

"What?" Kurt exclaimed, turning his head back to Puck.

"…Now it's just fun," Puck said with a grin, ducking just in time to avoid getting smacked by Kurt.

—

How come Finn always got to come in and save the day?

Puck wondered that almost every day of his life, Glee club just bringing it even closer to his attention. He wasn't the best singer, he wasn't the smartest guy, and he wasn't even the nicest, yet he came to Sectionals late, sheet music in hand, and he's suddenly the best thing to happen since Trojan invented pre-lubed condoms. Even Kurt turned to face him with a look of hope and joy in his eyes (before neutralizing his face when he felt Puck's eyes on him).

So he brings in some (admittedly awesome) Rolling Stones song and gets to be heralded as a hero, the fact that he ignored Puck's attempt at friendship and Quinn's apologies in favor of going to Rachel Berry of all people completely forgiven. Yeah, Puck and Quinn screwed up majorly, but it wasn't like Puck didn't try to get Quinn to tell him and work his ass off to get her to like him. No, all that mattered was that Finn had fucking sheet music they had to learn in thirty minutes.

Big fucking whoop.

And although Kurt's eyes watched Finn talk to Rachel with hurt, he shook it off and went to his best friend. Pulling Puck in for a hug, he brought him back to the group to go over the familiar tune.

—

As New Directions went out to get to places for the competition, Kurt and Puck lagged behind in the boys' dressing room. Giving some thought to his words, Puck finally asked, "Why didn't you go with him?"

Kurt's face crinkled in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Puck sighed exasperatedly, "Everyone else in the Glee club, except Quinn 'cause she can't, went off with Finn. They didn't physically move or anything, but they were on his side in there and in the choir room and they always will be." He sat down in the nearest chair, "I'm the bad guy, the jerk, the Lima Loser who knocked up his friend's gal. Why are you still supporting me and helping me when Finn is the hero? I know you still like him." He didn't mean to sound so accusatory on that last sentence, but the tone and words slipped out before he could stop them, his teeth gritting as he tried to hold in his anger.

Kurt studied him quietly before saying, "But why would I leave you?" Ignoring Puck's attempt to interrupt him, he continued to speak quietly, "Finn hasn't been with me since I was three. Finn wasn't there when I was learning how to ride my bike or when I was learning how to make a cake in my EZ Bake or when I needed some holding my hand when Mom died. Finn wasn't there for my first time driving with my license or when I got my first McQueen collection item and I could barely stop shrieking." Both boys smiled at the memory as Kurt continued on, "And I certainly wasn't there for Finn like I was with you. Like when you called me after your first hook up—Santana Lopez, seventh grade—or when your dad left—we were nine—or when you lost your front tooth and had the cutest little smile from it—second grade, Ms. Teely's class."

Looking at his feet, Kurt said, "We have a history that no one else in this club, probably no one in the whole school, has. I may have known Santana and Artie before you, but I have no memories of them until elementary school. And I don't know anyone who has a friendship that has run as long as ours had, not even Brittany and Santana." He looked back up at Puck and gave him a smile.

"So maybe everyone else can think they know you are, but I know they don't. You're not 'Puck' Puckerman, the bad boy jock who knocked up the purest girl of them all; you're Noah Elijah Puckerman, my best friend. You lost a mother right there with me; you skinned your knee when you first tried roller skating so bad we swore there was bone sticking out; you work so hard on schoolwork as long as you're not at school while doing it; you love me unconditionally.

"And before you can even say that I'm too good to you—I know you're thinking it, you always do when you're like this—remember that to everyone else in this town I'm Hummel, the gay kid trying to have sex with every guy I see. But to you I'm Kurt Eli Hummel. I'm the one who changed his middle name to Elizabeth in honor of his mom; I have the same sister as you; I let everyone think I spend thousands of dollars on my wardrobe while I really go online and find deals; I told you I was gay before I told anyone else; I love you unconditionally." Kurt crouched down in front of Puck, gently moving his chin so he was looking him in the eye, "Finn may be the person I'm in love with, but you will always come first, Noah. Always. " He held the eye contact for a bit longer before straightening up and pressing a kiss on his best friend's head, slowly walking from the dressing room.

Puck waited a few minutes before leaving, wiping under his eye. Hey, some dust just got in there when he blinked, that was all.

—

Kurt went over to Puck's house that night, ready to celebrate their victory, surprised to see a new car outside of the house. "Hello?" Kurt asked as he opened the Puckerman's door, backpack on his back as he shakily held onto the platter of brownies he had made earlier (Puck had a stressful week, after all). When he walked a few steps in, he softly let out an Oh; Puck was on the couch resting a comforting hand on Quinn's knee, the other on her shoulder. "S-sorry," Kurt said as Puck backed away from the blonde, Quinn wiping tears from her eyes.

"Shit, Kurt, I forgot to call you," Puck said with a sigh.

"I didn't realize you guys had a standing date," Quinn said tensely, not fond of being interrupted and for someone else to see her so vulnerable.

"Wh-what is she," Kurt paused and corrected himself, turning to Quinn, "What are you doing here?" There was a slight accusing tone to his voice that he couldn't hide; Quinn always seemed to bring trouble for his friendship with Puck, closing Puck off to Kurt or abandoning him.

"I can't really stay with Finn anymore, can I?" Quinn asked, tears thick in her voice. "I told them to give me a few days to pack and then I'd be out of their hair. Mrs. Hudson said she understood and that I could stay if needed, but Finn just…just walked away," a few tears fell down her cheeks. "We were in love and I messed it all up," she added quietly.

Puck got up and walked over to Kurt placing a hand on his shoulder as he turned him around. When they reached the door, he whispered, "She's staying here. Maybe I can convince her to keep our baby girl, maybe not. Either way, it's my fault she's pregnant, so I need to help. I need to make things right with her."

"Of course, Noah," Kurt whispered.

Noah sighed in relief, "I'm so glad you understand." He leaned over Kurt and opened the door, "I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

Oh. Kurt stared at the open door; he thought Puck was just explaining the situation to him, not that he wanted him to leave. He nodded and gave a weak, fake smile. "Yeah, of course."

As Kurt started to leave, Puck added, "Can we keep the brownies? Quinn's craving chocolate like mad and Sara took the last Twix bar…"

Kurt closed his eyes and grit his teeth, taking a deep breath. When he calmed down, he turned back to Puck and gave him a fake smile, "Of course." He handed Puck the tray, who balanced it with one hand, "I just need it back soon. Get back to me on that, just…get back to me, okay?"

Puck smiled softly, running a hand gently over Kurt's cheek, "Of course." Kurt gave a smile, a small but genuine one. "I'll always get back to you," he said, with a quiet laugh at the cory words, leaning into Kurt.

The smaller boy gasped so softly Puck wasn't sure it really happened as he leaned in close, Kurt's beautiful pink lips parted as he looked up at Puck with those breathtaking eyes, the blue and green flecks shining even more with the moonlight. Gently pushing away a strand of stray hair with his hand, Puck leaned down slightly and pressed a kiss against Kurt's forehead, closing his eyes, as he smelled the flowery scent of his shampoo and conditioner set.

"Bye, Kurt," he mumbled softly against Kurt's head before pulling away. "See you soon." Pulling away from his best friend's body, he nodded a goodbye as he closed the door.

Kurt stared at the door for a little moment longer, tears forming at his eyes before letting out a shaky laugh. Shaking his head, he walked back to his car and started the ignition. When he looked back up, he saw Puck getting Quinn to laugh through the window, eating the brownies through giggles. Jerking his head away, he backed out of the driveway quickly and headed home. He ignored his dad's questioning when he got home, storming down to the basement, curling into bed almost immediately.

He knew he should've been upset for Quinn, but he just couldn't at the time. All he knew was that Quinn always managed to ruin everything he and Puck had, right after Kurt had told him he would always be above any love interest in his life, damn it! As he started to drift off to sleep, though, he smiled softly, the spot where Puck had kissed him still warm and tingling.

—

"Hey," a soft, female voice said.

Kurt looked up from his locker to see Quinn standing there. "Hi," he said hesitantly. He was still upset with her taking up his best friend's time, but he was more upset with himself for being rude and worrying about his own problems on Friday when she had a much worse situation.

"Kurt…I'm sorry about Friday. I should've told Puck that I'm okay with you over; I was still so upset—I'm still upset—and so I wasn't thinking clearly about anything. I told him earlier I wanted to be alone and he must've thought I meant I didn't want you to stay and I was too upset and tired to correct him. For that I'm sorry," she said slowly, eyes not meeting Kurt's.

"No, Quinn," Kurt interrupted, "I was being rude and uncaring, I'm sorry."

Quinn paused for a moment before saying, "You guys can have your Friday night hang outs—he told me about them you guys do that—at Puck's as long as I can join for a little bit and maybe you can even have a few at yours once I start getting tired of him. I don't want you not hanging out with Puck just because I'm here. If Puck manages to convince me somehow and we keep her, I want her to know her Uncle Kurt."

He looked down at his feet for a while before smiling slightly and looking up at her. "I'm not sure about the 'Uncle' title, it doesn't really seem to go with my name…but I'd love to know her if you guys keep her," he said, nodding as a few tears invaded his voice; he hadn't realized how much he wanted to be a part of Puck's kid's life, be a second father to her, until now. Wiping under his eyes real quick, he offered an arm to Quinn, "To Glee club?"

She linked her arm through his, "To Glee club." The started walking together, going over the dance moves in their head for the performance for Mr. Schue Finn had planned weeks ago (but thankfully Mike and Brittany choreographed).

"You know," Kurt said after a bit of silence, "Noah and Sara and Mama Mae all come to the chateau d'Hummel for Thanksgiving. Seeing as that's a few days away, I would be honored if you would like to join us."

Quinn smiled, "Only if, while I'm at Puck's, you help me find maternity clothes that look good on me; I still have my Dad's credit card and my own bank account that my dad hasn't done anything to and I don't want to look like one of those forty year old ladies who wear muumuus around because nothing else fits."

Shuddering at the imagery, Kurt said, "Deal. Now, am I going to be allowed to touch your hair…?"

—

"I have the popcorn!" Kurt sing-songed as he carried the large bowl into the Puckerman's living room. Setting himself on his spot in Puck's lap, Kurt turned to Quinn, who was sitting on the floor next to him, "Now you're sure that you can sit down here in your state, right?"

"I'm not going to die from sitting on the floor; and I might as well do this while I still can," Quinn said with an eye roll. "Now get to what you were promising me. "

Kurt lifted his hands in defense before grabbing one of Quinn's, immediately filing on the nails. "Can I press play now?" Puck asked, chewing around a mouthful of popcorn.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," Kurt said to Puck, ducking his head down to inspect the nails more and so Noah could see easier. Seconds later the room was full of the sound of Mean Girls starting on the Puckerman's television.

About halfway through, they were interrupted. "Be good, kids, Sara's in bed and I have the graveyard ship at IHOP," a voice called from the kitchen, right next to the garage.

"Bye Ma!"

"Bye Mrs. Puckerman."

"Bye Mama Mae!" Kurt said.

"Okay, seriously, what is that about?" Quinn asked, finally scooping up some of the popcorn in her hand when she heard the door close behind Mae.

Puck and Kurt shared a smile before explaining over the movie's dialogue, "I always wanted a sister, but my mom wasn't able to have anymore children."

"So when Sara was born, we were around eight and I said he could be Sara's brother, too."

"And we already hung out enough together that it was like we had four parents. So I started calling her Mama Mae to differentiate between my two moms."

"And I called his Mama Kate. Eventually Burt insisted on just being called Burt, Papa Burt annoying him for whatever reason."

"Sometimes I call Sara 'sis' for fun," Kurt added, laughing with Puck as he moved onto Quinn's other hand before frowning at the grease from the popcorn that stained her delicate fingers.

Quinn looked between the two of them carefully, "So are you two brothers in your mind?"

Kurt and Puck locked eyes before dissolving into laughter. "Him? My brother? No way. He's my best friend, not my brother that's just…weird," Puck laughed.

Raising a brow, she said, "So even though you have the same sister and parents, you don't see yourself as brothers?"

As Kurt started to clip her nails on the new hand, he explained, "I don't know, that would imply we were related or something and that's…that's weird. Being related to No?" He shook his head at the thought; being related to Puck just seemed wrong.

Quinn continued to raise her brow as Puck turned back to the movie and Kurt focused on the manicure. So they weren't related but had the same family? Wasn't that like a marriage? She shook her head to clear her mind.

As Kurt worked on her nails, she turned to the movie, laughing slightly with Puck as the plot progressed. But as Cady started struggling with the math contest and debated if she should go to the dance, Quinn started yawning: bed time. Well, she might as well go before her heart broke watching Cady split up the crown, something she'd never get a chance to win anymore. Pulling her now perfectly polished hand from Kurt, she slowly stood up, refusing help from either boy as she struggled to get to her feet.

"Good night, Puck, goodnight, Kurt," she called from the stairs, doing his best to ignore all her swarming thoughts about the two non-brothers as she winced on a swollen ankle.

The two boys, on the other hand, paid her no mind after they said goodnight, going back to the movie. "Popcorn?" Puck asked, holding out the now nearly empty bowl—hey, he was a growing boy and Quinn was pregnant, could you blame them?

Normally Kurt rarely ate popcorn, just made it for Puck and now Quinn, but before Puck could even blink, Kurt took a handful and shoved it into his mouth. "God," Kurt said after he finished the popcorn, "I've been so hungry lately; my diet's so not cutting it." Looking at Puck with mock seriousness, he said, "Noah, I think I'm pregnant." Both boys couldn't keep up the act, bursting into fits of laughter. "No, but seriously, I don't know what's up, I just know if I get any bigger I'm going to pull my hair out. And I just cannot rock that look. But I can't stop eating, either."

"Aww, maybe baby Kurtie's finally having his growth spurt," Puck teased, tickling his sides.

"Yeah, before you know it I'll be a full grown queen fighting off guys with a stick," Kurt said with a laugh.

"Hey," Puck said softly, "I'm sure all the closeted guys at McKinley have to hold themselves back from touching your hot ass."

Kurt thought for a moment. "You're probably right," he said with a grin, leaning his head against Puck's chest as he continued to munch on popcorn. Puck looked down briefly at his best friend's laughing face before turning back to the screen, resting his head against the couch behind him.

As Puck started stroking Kurt's hair, Kurt practically purred, his eyes starting to flutter shut. "You know you can still like Finn if you want," Puck murmured. Kurt looked up at him lazily and he continued, "You don't just forget someone that quickly. And while Finn beating me up was freaky, you probably still have some attraction to him.

"Either way, I'm getting closer and closer to winning Quinn over every day. And I want us to have our happy ending. I'm not sure yours is with Finn, if he's even gay or anything, but I won't be betrayed if you still like him and try," Puck whispered, not wanting Quinn to possibly overhear.

"Mmmm," Kurt said, his eyes starting to drift close again. "Well, he does have a single mother and I have a single father…"

Puck raised an eyebrow, ready to ask him if he was actually serious, but before he knew it, the movie had finished and Kurt had fallen asleep, Puck's hand still tangled through his thick hair. With some effort, he managed to get Kurt into his arms as he stood up, going on to carry him into his room, thankful Kurt had done his moisturizing routine before the movie so he wouldn't be bitched out in the morning for letting him sleep through it.

Laying Kurt on the bed, he turned the lights back off and crawled into bed next to his best friend's sleeping form. Pulling in Kurt's body close, he kissed his forehead, smiling as he slowly fell asleep, Kurt never leaving his arms the whole night.

—

A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked it. I just want you to know that next Monday, the 22 (?), I start school up again, so updates may not be as frequent as I'd like. But they'll still happen, I'm sure.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, FOX, or anything of the like.

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