A/N So, I absolutely love how great all of you have been about reviewing lol, and I'm giving you this chapter in Kurt's POV because some of you have suggested featuring others from the glee club as part of the story. Don't worry, Pucklyberry is heading in the right direction, and this is more of a fluffy chapter than an angsty one :) hereeeee it is...
Kurt leaned back in the hideous plastic chair as he waited for the start of glee club, and wondered once again how it was possible that Rachel Berry wasn't early as she nearly always was.
She and Puck both had been absent from school for around 3 days, and of course he and Mercedes and Tina had a betting pool going on how long it would take Puck and Berry to come out with their secret relationship, but so far, he didn't think that anything could have affacted Rachel Berry's anal tendancies for being early.
"Hey boy! Do you think the Puckarone's popped Berry's Cherry yet?"
Mercedes's giddy whisper over Kurt's shoulder caused him to turn, a fact he would greatly regret later, considering as how it caused him to miss Rachel's grand enterance. He heard the voices behind him, and turned to see a sight that made him long for a camera.
The glee club's resident diva (right behind his girl mercedes and himself of course), was wearing a pair of designer blue jeans (that were blue jeans nonetheless!), and a regular red tee shirt, a tee shirt that looked suspiciously familiar and much to big for her tiny frame. To top off this odd and ever so fresh look, Berry had the healing remnants of a Black eye, and some type of wrapping on her wrist.
"What on ear-"
Kurt started in, but was cut off by Finn behind him.
"What the Hell Rachel! What happened to you?"
Finn was already up and out of his seat, practically forgetting his pregnant girlfriend sitting right next to him, and approaching Rachel with impressive urgency for the boy who sometimes managed to catch actual flies in his mouth during spanish.
It didn't take Kurt long to realize, that standing directly behind Rachel, in a nearly primal state of protection and devotion, was one Noah Puckerman. Puck actually looked worse than Rachel, but in that ruggedly handsome, beat up, badass guy look that only Puck could pull off correctly.
"Were you guys in a car wreck or something!"
This from Mercedes, who, despite her jealousy and general dislike of Rachel, didn't wish any actual harm on the poor girl. Rachel just replied to the classes overlapping questions with a gentle statement.
"I unwisely tried to get in between a fight when it wasn't my place to intervene, this was simply the consequence-"
"Bull Shit!"
Even though Finn was definitely more Kurt's type, he couldn't help but admit that the sexy protective Alpha Male thing Puck had going on was a major turn on. Puck looked downright pissed, although, Not at Rachel. He continued speaking in that deliciously low voice of his.
"That little Jesse Fucker tried to hit me when my back was turned and nailed Rachel in the face!"
His voice was reaching a dangerously violent pitch, and Kurt could tell the effect that the words had on the guys of the room. Finn, for once, looked downright murderous. Mike and Matt both stood up, looking ready for a fight. And Artie, although incapable of a dramatic physical show of aggression, was wearing a scowl that could all out kill. Even santata, oddly enough, looked up in arms over this blatant show of abuse displayed by Rachel's ex (or at least Kurt hoped he was her ex) boyfriend.
With a look back at Rachel, Kurt understood the cause for his classmates rather violent response. Not once in the entire time Kurt had been attending Mckinley High school, had he seen Rachel Berry this humble. She looked, quite broken to tell the truth, and it caused even a rather catty Kurt pause to regret his treatment of her in the past.
He knew that she was most definitely a drama queen, and harder to deal with than probably any other teenage girl on the planet, but she did seem to genuinely have what was best for the glee club at heart. She had even approached Mr. Schuester about trying to have a bake sale to raise funds for the club, and inadvertantly for Artie's Special bus, because she truly seemed to want the team to stick together.
One glance at a thoughrally leveled Rachel told Kurt that he had been doing a shoddy job at being part of this team, and decided to put a stop it it. Rising above the overlapping voices that filled the room with threats of violence towards Jesse, Kurt stood and said to Puck,
"Puck!"
His voice was quiet loud for such a small boy, and he reveled in his ability to quiet a room.
"I believe I am correct in assuming that you have already punished Jesse in a manner which you deem sufficient?"
The room was silent, and Kurt realized that not all of them had yet caught on to the blossoming signs of love between their glee club's most unlikely couple. Except maybe Artie and Brittney, *scoff* like that would ever happen.
Puck replied through clenched teeth.
"Not as much as I could've-"
Rachel cut him off sweetly, laying her hand on his arm.
"Noah was quite gallant in his defense of me...even if my carpet did suffer for it."
This last part was added almost as an afterstatement, and it took a few moment's before Mercedes voiced the question that was on all of their minds.
"Wait a minute."
Leave it to mercedes to bring her own special version of diva-ness to this situation. She stood, hands on her hips, and asked in her usally loud voice.
"Why were Puck and Jesse even at your house? And why in the hell were they fighting."
Rachel blushed, and Puck answered Mercedes in a steady voice, his eyes never leaving Rachel's ducked head.
"We were making cupcakes for glee club. Rachel spilled some stuff on herself and had to get cleaned up. Jesse walked in on Rachel afterwards and jumped to the wrong conclusions."
Rachel tried to stop Puck with a small noise, but he cut her off gently.
"It's ok babe, they aren't going to judge you."
She just nodded silently as the rest of the room voice their agreements with Puck's previous words, and he continued on with his deliciously juicy retelling of the day's events.
"He started to call Rachel some disrespectful names, so I beat his ass."
He looked abashed for a moment...wait a minute...Noah Puckerman...Abashed?
Damn girl!
Kurt thought, he had to give her props. She had managed to get this school's resident badass galore wrapped around her finger, and judging by the expression on her face, she had no idea just how whipped he was.
Puck continued, oblivious to the wonderful revelations that Kurt was comming to.
"Then, when Rachel tried to break us up, Jesse lashed out and accidentally,"
He said the word like he didn't believe it himself, but Rachel gave him a look and he kept going.
"Got Rachel."
Puck's jaw clenched tightly, and it took him a moment to calm himself before continuing on with his tale.
"Then, she fell and hit her head on the coffee table and got a concussion-"
He was cut off by the noises of shock and concern emmenating from the classroom, but he kept going to finish the story quickly.
"So I got her to the hospital, beat the shit outta Jesse, and stayed with her until she got better and could come back to school."
Kurt watched as the glee class enveloped Rachel into their folds almost simultaneously, asking in concerned voices about her hand, her head, her eye. Puck seemed to be recieving the same treatment, but he brushed it off and directed the unwanted attention towards Rachel, who was standing with an expression of shock and awe at the attention and affection she was recieving from the members of the glee club.
Kurt stood up, with his typical pomp and circumstance, and strode over to the middle of the circle where Rachel was standing, slingling his arm over her shoulders he said,
"Everyone back off. I think our little star needs some space, and preferable some air, so that she can heal properly."
His voice brooked no argument, and the look of shock on Rachel's face was almost comical as Kurt led her over to the seat beside his. He shot Puck a look that said to back off, Rachel was very obviously overwhelmed, and he wouldn't be suprised, with Rachel's tendancy towards overdramaticy, if she fainted from lack of air.
She sat gingerly, and turned a questioning gaze towards Kurt. Just before he could explain himself, Mr. Schuester walked in, and his voice was cut off instantly by the sight of Rachel.
"Allright class, today- Whoa! Rachel, Wha- What happened to you?"
His face was identical to the expressions the class had been wearing not moments before, and Kurt his a smirk at the clueless look that graced the features of their favorite show choir teacher. Rachel explained, in far less words that Puck had, her prediciment.
After making sure that she was allright, Mr. Schuester turned back to the class with renewed vigor towards the day's lesson.
"Ok Class. After Rachel's stuning performance last week, I got an idea."
the class waited with bated breath...it wasn't often that Mr. Schu got inspired by Rachel of all people.
"By a show of hands, I would like to know how many of you play instruments."
Kurt raised his own hand, thinking of the years of piano and violin and piano classes he had taken, and was suprised to see just how many hands were raised. Everyone, excluding Quinn, Santana, and Mercedes had their hands in the air.
Even dimwitted, although charmingly adorable, Brittney had her hand raised high, and Kurt blurted out his question before he had even thought it through,
"You play an instrument Brittney?"
She nodded vehemently, her blond pony tail bouncing violently with the movement.
"Uh huh."
Kurt waited a moment, when it became clear she would need further encouragement, he asked again.
"Which instrument Brittney?"
She smiled in a smug, very self confidant manner, then said in a firm voice.
"The harmonica."
Mr. Schu sighed almost inaudibly, but Kurt still caught it, then said.
"That's great Brittney, but I mean an instrument that you could play along with the rest of the class. You know...with real songs."
Brittney's smile never faltered.
"I can do that."
Mr. Schu just rubbed his forehead.
"I'm sure you can Brittney, but I meant something that you've taken lessons for, you know, that you've learned over the years."
Brittney's brows furrowed, and she said stubbornly.
"I know that Mr. Schuester. I'm really good at the harmonica."
Before Mr. Schu could shoot her down again, Puck pulled a little black box out of the side of his backpack, and tossed it to Brittney. She, of course, wasn't expecting it. And it landed on the floor next to her feet. But after leaning over and retrieving it, the class realized what it was. A Harmonica.
She opened the little black box, and took out the shiny silver instrument, holding it in her hands like an old friend. Before Kurt could shudder at the idea that she was about to put someone elses harmonica in her mouth, she was already wailing out the notes to a song that sounded suspiciously like an old Brittney Spears song.
The class sat with their mouths open, gaping at this newly discovered talent in their midst.
When she was finished, they all applauded, even Mr. Schuester.
"Wow! I'm sorry for doubting you Brittney."
Mr. Schu was grinning ear to ear.
"I'm truly impressed with your skill."
Brittney just gave him her signiture airy smile, and put the little silver music maker back in the box, passing it down to Puck.
"Students,"
Mr. Schu started back in.
"Students, I think that was a prime example of unexplored musical talents that we have yet to uncover in this club. And starting today, I would like to put together several pieces that showcase you all individually based on your particullar talents, instrumentally, or other wise. Mike, I was thinking we could put together a special dance piece for you, especially considering that Vocal adrenaline has nothing like that in their midst."
Mike grinned widely, and got several high fives and fist bumps from the guys around him. It was about time he got some recognition for his skill.
Kurt leaned back in his seat, as always, his ego perking up at the sound of the word "showcase". He cast a sideways glance at the battered looking jew beside him, and was suprised at the lack of enthusiam. The rest of the students seemed to be thinking the same thing, because usually Rachel was the first one to jump in with ideas and suggestions for the week's assignment.
But before any of them could comment, Mr. Schu had already continued on the days lesson, asking for ideas of songs they could play together.
And, for once, the only silent person in the room, was Rachel Berry?
That was it. Something was fucking wrong. And Kurt, for one, intended to find out what, and put a stop to it.
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