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Kurt was wakened by a constant beeping from his phone. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and reached for the phone. He had 13 text messages from Puck. Kurt browsed through them.
"I think we need 2 talk."
"K, I want 2 c u"
"K, pls answer"
And then the texts turned more and more weird and confused…
"I want 2 kiss u"
"K, I miss u"
"pls K, ill buy u all the dope in the world"
"Why don't u love me?"
"im hammered:)"
"Kurtie...blargaefd"
"safgvrwgv"
Kurt put down the phone. He entered his bathroom and washed his face. Puck was obviously drunk when he sent these texts. Could it be? Did Puck really fell in love with him?
"No way." Kurt said coldly to his reflection in the mirror over the sink. He sighed again, leaving the bathroom. He grabbed his phone, typed quickly and then put it down to start another day.
Puck woke up that morning with a splitting headache, a sticky substance in his pants, and a blond head on his chest. He was late for school for sure. Besides, he had bigger problems like figuring out where he was, why Max is half naked next to him, and what does the text from Kurt means.
"Call me when you're sober is not just an Evanescence song."
Puck found Kurt in what became their smoking place, on the top bleacher. Kurt looked at him and said nothing. Puck sat next to him in silence. Eventually Kurt spoke.
"I know you were drunk. Just tell me you didn't mean any of it."
"What the hell did I write?"
"You don't know?"
"I had…a situation to solve before I got here."
"Well, you texted me that you miss me, you want to kiss me…"
"Oh."
"…and apparently buy me all the dope in the world." Kurt smiled cynically.
"Oh yeah…sorry 'bout that…"
"That was actually pretty sweet. If you weren't so broke that I pay for the drugs, but still." Puck smiled at him. He fished in his backpack for his cigarettes, only to find out he had only one left. He took it out and tossed the pack. Kurt lit it up for him. After a minute of silence Puck spoke again.
"What you said the other day, how you won't even fuck a guy like me…"
"Yes?"
"Did you really mean it?"
"Oh, did I hurt your pride?" Kurt said in a mocking tone. Puck turned to look at him.
"Yeah, you did. I don't get it. Why wouldn't you want to fuck me?"
"Because, Mr. Vanity, not everybody has such low standards."
"You? You're talking about low standards? Remind me again what was the name of that guy you screwed at Brittney's party?" Kurt got up to leave, but Puck walked after him. Kurt turned to face him, with an angry look on his face.
"You know what, Puckerman? You're acting like a chick. Man up, asshole." He walked down the stairs and towards the school building.
"I am not acting like a chick."
"Whatever. Besides, you were the one who wanted to go back to being 'friends'." Kurt said.
"Don't you get it? It freaks the hell out of me."
"I honestly couldn't care less." Kurt answered and entered the school, leaving Puck hurt and angry behind.
Later that day in glee Puck sat next to Kurt, who sighed and glared at Puck.
"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I was wrong. Please don't hate me… you know I'm a moron."
"What exactly are you apologizing for? Using me, or insulting me?"
"Everything. I wasn't thinking. Please, I just want to hang out with you again, like before." Kurt kept staring at him. Puck seemed to be telling the truth.
"Alright. I'll give you a second chance. But you'll have to do something for me."
Puck parked his car in front of the apartment building he left that very morning. Kurt walked after him into the building and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Puck knocked on the door, and they could hear footsteps from the other side. The door was open, and Max was standing there, looking like he just woke up.
"What, Puck? Did you forget something here? Oh, hey there, Kurt." Max smiled at him. Kurt smiled to Max and looked at Puck with a questioning look.
"No, I need some weed."
"Oh, sure. For both of you?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, wait here." He disappeared into another room. Kurt looked around the apartment. It wasn't very clean and tidy. Cans of beer and other garbage were all over the floor. Kurt could spot a few used needles on the floor. Max reappeared, holding a small bag.
"There you go, a 1\8. I sell it for 60$, but you're a friend, so I'll give it to you for 50$" Max smiled at both of them. Puck pulled bills out of his wallet, trying to join the tens and ones to a whole 50. After the transmission he was left with a nickel only.
"You didn't have to pay, you know." Kurt said when they were sitting in the car.
"You wanted pot, I got you pot. So now you forgive me?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I wasn't that pissed anyway." Kurt smiled at him.
"You're evil."
"You missed it."
"Hell yeah." Puck laughed.
"What was that about? At Max's? You were there?"
"Yeah, I kind of spent the night there."
"In that crack house?"
"It's not a crack house…" Kurt raised his brow.
"Alright, yeah. I'm not sure what happened, but I woke up half naked with Max in his bed."
"WHAT?"
"are you jealous?"
"NO! WHAT? You and him?"
"I don't know, I don't remember anything from last night."
"Wow, ok." Kurt kept quiet for the rest of the ride. Puck pulled up in front of Kurt's house.
"Which half was naked?"
"What? You mean last night?"
"Yes."
"Upper body. I swear." Kurt just laughed at how panicked Puck looked.
"I just thought you weren't into guys."
"I'm not."'
"You're into me."
"Sort of."
"I'm a guy." Kurt unbuckled himself.
"Yeah." Puck whispered as Kurt crawled over the gear stick and kissed him.
About 20 feet away, Burt Hummel was watching his son make out with a juvenile delinquent and almost popped a vein.