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Kurt hopped out of the car, still tasting Puck on his lips. He turned around and waved. Puck started the car, waved back and backed into the street. He watched Kurt disappear in the house before driving away. Kurt got in, and kissed Carole's cheek. She was cooking in the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He was about to head to his room when he heard his father barking.
"Kurt Hummel!" Burt was standing in front of him, looking furious. Kurt sighed.
"What?"
"What was that right now? Who did you kiss in that car?" Burt was almost yelling. His face was red.
"Oh, that's Puck." Burt stared at Kurt.
"Who is this Puck punk? Is he your boyfriend?"
"No."
"So why did you kiss him?"
"That's none of your business who I kiss, dad."
"Yes it is, if he's bad influence." Burt said. Carole rushed to him.
"Come on Burt, it's young love."
"No Carole, my son will not go around kissing boys!"
"Really dad? What are you gonna do about it?"
"You're grounded!" Burt shouted. Kurt burst into laughter.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Alright. I'm grounded."
"Kurt, don't talk back!" Burt started coughing. Carole rubbed his back, and he sat on the sofa. She looked at Kurt with pleading eyes.
"Kurt, honey, this may not be my place, but you're misbehaving. Please sweetie, you know you can tell us if you're dating him."
"I'm not. And I can kiss whoever I want." Kurt said and walked to his room.
"This discussion is not over!" Burt called after him, trying to get up. He started coughing again and held his chest. Carole looked at him with concern.
Kurt slammed the door after him. Him took a deep breathe, and sat on the edge of the bed. He knew he was right, his dad was overprotective. He has to understand he can't tell Kurt what to do anymore. Kurt was absolutely sure he was right. But he had an annoying feeling creeping through his stomach. He felt guilty. It was actually refreshing feeling something besides anger. This all-consuming anger he just couldn't contain. His room seemed strangely dark. He lit up a cigarette. Puck was a moron, Kurt knew that. He didn't need any kind of proof. But he did seem to think giving Puck what he wanted in the form of sexual favors was his best way to get pretty much anything he wanted. Deep in thoughts Kurt was half way through the cigarette when he heard a knock on the door. Finn opened the door, and Kurt didn't even bother to hide the smoke. He could see Finn's eyes wandering to the little orange glow in the dark room.
"Kurt, I… I really don't know…"
"Let me stop you right there. Is there any point to this conversation?"
"Yeah, I mean…I guess."
"What do you want? Make it quick." Finn sat down, his eyes focused on his palms.
"I don't know what you're going through is, but I want to help."
"I don't think you can." Kurt said coldly, but his voice was tiny. Finn looked up. Kurt was looking away at the window. Finn got up, moving to sit next to Kurt.
"Hey, I know I wasn't the best brother up till now, but know something's going on. I'm here for you, like you've been there for me so many times."
"Yeah, because I had a crush on you." Kurt put out the cigarette.
"Not only. I know you cared."
"Finn, this is so far behind now."
"It doesn't change anything."
"You want to help me? You can't! Just deal with it!"
"Why are you hanging out with puck?"
"So that's what it's all about! It drives you crazy, isn't it?"
"He's no good."
"So I guess you join the little club in the living room."
"That's not fair. Everybody cares about you."
"If you really care, lay off me."
"You know what Kurt? You're so self-absorbed, you act like you're the only one that matters. Well guess what? You have a family, and we care! We try to let you be, but you're only making it worse! What's with you and this self-destruction?"
"You'll never get it, mister perfect. Just leave me alone!"
"You know what? That's what I'll do. I don't care anymore." Finn left, leaving Kurt behind feeling frustrated and shaken.
Puck was walking down the hall feeling pretty good about himself. Kurt still freaked him out, but he was the only one in glee that talked to him or acknowledged his existence. Puck was a bad boy, he was THE bad boy. But under his façade, he was sorta normal. He didn't care about school, or the future, but he did care about the people around him. He was still beating himself up for what he did to Finn and Quinn. And now that Finn and Kurt were brothers, he wanted to make amends. Being on Finn's good side would be best if he ever wanted to be a part of Kurt's life…wait, what?
Finn was battling his shoelaces in the locker room. He knew Puck was watching him, but said nothing. Eventually Puck stepped up to him and sat by his side. Both of them stared at the floor. Puck opened his mouth to speak, but he just closed it down. Finn got up to leave, but then Puck begun his prepared apology.
"Finn, I know what I did was unforgivable…"
"Good, so you can stop talking to me now." Finn turned to leave again.
"…but I want to make it up to you. I'll do anything, I swear." Finn turned to him.
"You want to hear the truth, Puck? I could forgive you. I wanted to."
"So you forgive me." Puck smiled. Finn didn't.
"No. not after what you've done to Kurt." Puck's smile disappeared.
"What did I do?"
"You made him this way!" Finn shouted.
"I didn't make him do anything! We just hang out!"
"Yeah, with happy pills and booze. Come on Puck, I know you. This is how you operate. You prey on the weak ones, play with them until you're bored then trash them."
"Kurt is not weak."
"That's not the point. The point is you take advantage on him!" Finn yelled.
"I've never wanted to hurt him! I won't!" Puck was standing now.
"God, Puck…every time I think about believing you, you go ahead and screw things up."
"I really care about him!"
"It's impossible to trust you!"
"Finn, I can prove you wrong, I can show you I really mean it, I can…"
"Just stay the hell away from my brother." Finn's voice was stone cold. He turned away and left the locker room, leaving Puck behind to kick the lockers in frustration.