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Day 91

Kurt thought that planning a wedding was going to help him get over Puck. It didn't work that way though and part of it is Puck's fault because he really doesn't make things easy for Kurt. Puck doesn't allow Kurt to forget about him for a second. Even if Kurt hates Puck for spamming his iPhone, Kurt did create a hidden folder on his phone to save all his stupid texts. He also saved all the messages on his computer, considering his iPhone tends to get broken during his getting bullied routines. No matter how much Kurt wants to get over Puck, he can't help feeling giddy –and annoyed– every time he gets a texts from Puck.

Kurt didn't expect that Puck was going to take their… split, or whatever it is that happened between them, so hard. Puck seems to really want to have him around and that makes Kurt's heart grow warm. Puck keeps seeking for moments to be alone with him and, even if Kurt wishes he didn't, he hates to admit he loves Puck even more for doing that.

On top of everything, the fits of jealously and possessiveness that Puck threw more than once don't help at all in the process of falling out of love. Puck never did that kind of stuff before the accident; Kurt doesn't know exactly what changed between them that makes Puck so possessive of him, but he actually loves it.

But then he hates it, too, because… Kurt dreams about getting a boyfriend, a boyfriend that wants him so much that he can't stand to see other guys around him. There's nothing more Kurt could wish for for himself than getting Puck to be that jealous boyfriend. But reality is a bitch; Kurt is all alone, with no prospect of getting any boyfriend soon. If stars lined up and his luck changed, Puck would never be that boyfriend anyways and, according to Puck's words, Kurt will never even get to have a boyfriend because Puck is going to scare them away.

So Kurt is miserable, alone, and very much in love with Puck.

In spite of thinking about Puck during every second of his existence, somehow Kurt managed to prepare a big and beautiful wedding at the same time, because he's good like that.

The wedding is going perfectly, just like Kurt planned. The ceremony was beautiful and unique, the Glee club did a fantastic job, and the bridesmaids were dressed with class -not in tacky, cheap dresses. Kurt managed to serve organic food, but he didn't tell anyone about that because people relate healthy food with soy and rice when there's actually plenty of tasty food. Kurt didn't want complaining and there's always someone who starts complaining about organic food without even tasting it, but the guests blissfully unknowing are loving the food, of course.

Kurt also convinced Carole not to add bushy short sleeves to her wedding dress: strapless suits her so fine, and the bolero was a perfect addition. She looks incredible.

The most important thing is that his dad and Carole look extremely happy, and Kurt feels very much accomplished.

He wonders if he can add this wedding to his resume, in case he wants to become a wedding planner. Kurt has to be open to all options for his future.

Yet, even in the middle of the wedding party, Kurt's still thinking about Puck, as usual.

Despite sitting with the newlyweds at the top table he still turns to around to glance in the direction of the Glee table to see Puck. Puck looks off… and extremely hot. Kurt hates when Puck is right, but Puck was right and the bruises actually look good on him. They add this delicious bad boy look on him that suits him so well that Kurt can barely stand looking at him without drooling. In addition, Puck's wearing a suit and it fits him perfectly… a fine elegant suit and bruises on his face as his accessory. Puck looks like some FBI agent that got into a fight arresting some criminal… and Puck got those bruises because of him.

Puck risked his health, and probably his freedom, with the ultimate intention of saving him from Karofsky's hands. How could Kurt not fall for him when he does stuff like that? Kurt is actually falling harder for Puck now because of it.

But good looks aside, Puck seems off. He seemed just fine earlier and, in spite of the few bruises on his face, he sang and danced with the rest of the Glee club. But now, Puck looks off.

Ever since the accident, Puck always looks off when he's surrounded by people and sometimes Kurt wonders if people are right when they claim that Puck may have gotten some brain damage that affected his ability to focus, but when Kurt gets to interact with Puck he seems to be the same Puck that he's always been.

Everyone is dancing, but Kurt is sitting at his table, subtly staring at Puck. Puck looks bored, with his eyes fixed in the dance floor. Only Mercedes and Tina are at the table with Puck, but the girls are talking to each other. Then Mike takes Tina to the dance floor and Finn takes Mercedes. Kurt smiles at that gesture from Finn.

Puck remains quiet and unnerved, and since it's the last song before the toast, Kurt sneaks out from his table and walks towards Puck. Because of the amount of people and the loud music, Puck doesn't notice his presence until Kurt sits at the table next to him.

Puck glances at him once, and then his eyes are fixed again to the dance floor. "Cool party."

Kurt nods. "Thank you. Are you alright?"

Puck shrugs and Kurt would dare to say that Puck is upset. The song ends and Puck tells him: "Finn is going to serenade you with Just the Way You Are."

Kurt frowns. That wasn't in the schedule that Kurt perfectly planned for days. "What?"

"Just fake surprise," Puck mumbles, getting up and leaving the table.

Kurt doesn't understand what's going on until his Gleemates return to their seats and he has to rush back to the top table.

Finn starts saying his speech, and it's not what Kurt wrote for him, but he's surprised that, in spite of the lack of good words, what Finn says is funny and it makes Kurt feel good. Kurt smiles, honestly thankful for his words and when the first tunes of Just the Way You Are sound, Kurt keeps on smiling and fakes surprise.

It's extremely mortifying when Finn asks him to dance, because Kurt loves to be the center of attention, but only when it's under his conditions. Kurt doesn't like surprises when he can't control the way he'll look in front of people. But the song and the moment are happy and Kurt is happy.

And when Kurt dances with Finn in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a lot of people, Kurt is feels joyful. With their ups and downs, Kurt just got a brother and a family and everyone is, at least for tonight, happy. Also, he's dancing with a boy in front of everyone, and even if that boy is his new brother Finn, the lack of awkwardness going on between them now is comfortable.

Even if that comfort lasts only as long as Just the Way You Are, Kurt tries to hold himself to that, and hope that things will get better between him and Finn. Kurt really wants them to work as a family, for his father's sake, and for his own sake as well. Carole is a lovely woman, Kurt adores her, and it's been a long time since his family was something more than himself and his father. For some stupid reason Kurt's imagine of a family are those big crowded families they show on Christmas' specials on TV, and the idea of having a big happy family is something very appealing to Kurt.

But in the middle of their dancing, Kurt spots Puck very far from the crowd, staring at the show, and while everyone is smiling and cheering, Puck is not joining in with the crowd's mood.

Kurt keeps on smiling and dancing, pretending that he's fully focused on his moment with his brother, his family, and their friends, and not focused on how Puck has his arms crossed over his chest, his lips pressed together, and an obviously angry gaze. Kurt dances, pretending that he's not noticing how the whole Glee club has this song entirely choreographed and rehearsed, a thing that indicates this had been planned beforehand and that Puck knew about it but still choose not to be a part of it.

Kurt sees Puck walking away from the reception room just when the song ends. Kurt claps his hands, hugging Finn and thanking his friends.

"That was nice," his father tells him, hugging him tightly.

Kurt smiles, nodding. "It was. It was not in my plans, but it was nice," he says, and his eyes travel around the room in search of Puck. Puck is not returning.

"You alright, son?"

Kurt looks up at his dad, noticing he's giving him a questioning look. Kurt hurries to nod again. "Yes. I just- I need to go to the restroom. I think my hair got messed up with the dancing," he lies, and gets lost in the sea of people, trying to find Puck.

He's aware that he should not look for Puck. One of the main reasons that Kurt is avoiding Puck –among others– is that Puck is slowly remembering all the stupid stuff Kurt told him while he was in a coma.

Kurt can't explain how that's possible. When he decided to visit Puck daily and stay for the whole morning, holding his hand and talking to him, Kurt did it because in his mind a coma state was something… dark, and scary, and lonely. Kurt believed that maybe Puck could feel someone else's presence and respond to that in a good way, but Kurt never thought that Puck was going to feel his presence and his words so vividly.

It's only a matter of time before Puck remembers his love confession, and even if Kurt believes that it would be a good way to scare Puck away -because duh, if straight guys don't like gay guys around, they really don't want a gay guy in love with them; Finn is a living proof of that- Kurt still doesn't really want Puck to know that he's in love with him.

Kurt had a stupid infatuation with Finn, but the words that Finn spoke that day in his basement really devastated him. Now Kurt is deeply in love with Puck, and if Puck said half of the things that Finn said, Kurt would die of sorrow... and Puck is much more crude and tactless than Finn. Whatever Puck could say to him, it would be even more hurtful than it was with Finn.

But Kurt can't help it, and he desperately searches for Puck. When he can't spot him anywhere in the room, Kurt walks outside.

He's about to run once he gets on the other side of the doors, but he finds Puck sitting on the steps, alone in the middle of the night.

The visual is dramatically romantic.

Kurt swallows hard. Even with is back turned, surely Puck heard the door opening, but he doesn't turn to see who's coming out.

"Hey," Kurt says softly.

Puck turns around for one second and then turns back. Kurt's heart aches. "Why aren't you inside, dancing with your new brother?"

Kurt steps closer to Puck. "You've got me worried," he admits, and Puck snorts but says nothing. They don't speak to each other for several seconds and the silence starts killing Kurt. "Are you mad about something?"

Puck lets out a short laugh. "Me? Nah," he says in an overacted way. "I'm fucking tired, Kurt. Oh, fuck it, I'm out of here," he suddenly resolves, standing up and walking away.

Kurt grows worried and follows Puck. "What? You can't just leave!"

"Why not? 'Cos I don't have a ride?" Puck asks dully, not stopping his walk or turning to face him.

"Yes! It's late, you don't have a ride, and you can't just walk home!"

Is Puck serious? They are far from Puck's house, it's dark, and Puck could still not be fully recovered. If something happened to Puck, Kurt would never forgive himself.

"Well, you can't drive me home and I don't want anyone around me right now. And quit with the you can't walk home," he says, imitating their friends words with disdain. "I'm not fucking handicapped. I can be by my own, for Christ's sake."

Dear Gaga, he hates when Puck gets so stubborn. Kurt walks faster until he overtakes Puck and stops still in front of him, forcing Puck to stop. "Stop this! What is your problem!"

Puck narrows his eyes at him. "You're my problem," he spits out and Kurt feels like he's being slapped in the face. "You, this damn Glee club, your damn new brother, and this damn town! I did nothing to you, nothing, and you suddenly push me away like I'm a fucking plague, and I'm sick of it."

Kurt stays still and raises his chin, because he forbids himself to have a break down in front of Puck. "Why do you even care? You've surely got better people to hang out with than me."

"No, I don't! And I don't fucking want that either," Puck growls, and Kurt melts at Puck's words and hates it at the same time for making everything more difficult. "I want you back, and I get what I want and I'm not giving up, but when I see shit like this, it drives me fucking nuts!" He exclaims as he points at the building where the wedding party is being held.

Kurt can't follow Puck's words. "I don't know what you're talking about, Puck. What is it that makes you so upset? I can't read your mind, you know?"

"Oh, don't play bitch with me right now, I'm so not in the mood. And I'm talking about that shit of serenading you in front of everyone."

Kurt blinks, still not following Puck. "And that was bad because…?"

Puck opens his eyes widely, like he can't stand Kurt's idiocy. "'Cos he's a fucking douche!"

"He's my new brother, Puck," Kurt states sternly. "Even though we've been through some difficult times, I actually appreciate that he's trying to make things work."

Puck laughs loudly and icily. "Great, this is just fucking great!" Kurt crosses his arms over his chest, getting upset with Puck and his attitude. "So he calls you shit and apologizes, and then he scares people away from you, but that's cool, 'cos he is so fucking awesome that he dances with you in front of everyone. Bravo, Finn, you saved the day!" Puck claps his hands and Kurt's patience grows thin every second.

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it," Kurt snaps at him.

"No? Why not? I never get anything!"

"Anything from what?"

"From you, goddamnit!" Puck yells, waving his arms in the air. Kurt flinches. "Everyone gets a piece of you. The Glee club, my sister, Finn, and I can never get you! No one has been as good to you as me; I treated you damn fine, I looked after you, I even saved your ass from Karofsky and yet I'm fucking alone. You ditch me and then you dance with the guy who tells you not to get close to straight guys! He's the fucking reason why I don't have you anymore and I have to stand there, see you dancing and smiling with him like everything is fucking fine!"

Kurt is very much surprised. He never expected that this was going to affect Puck so badly, and part of him wants to give up and go back to the way they were before, but Kurt simply can't.

"He's not the only reason why I'm staying away from you," Kurt states, because even if Finn's words are a heavy burden for Kurt to carry, he feels bad for Finn getting the entire responsibility on this.

"Then what is it?"

Kurt can't tell him. Kurt can't tell him that he's the one to blame for the accident because he should have stayed away from him. Kurt feels like by being with him he's putting Puck in danger, whether it be to his reputation or his actual safety. Kurt is not staying away from Puck because his dad and Finn told him to; Kurt is doing it because he feels he's something that will cause nothing but trouble in Puck's life… and Kurt loves him too much like to make Puck go through that. What happened with Karofsky two days ago did nothing but confirm Kurt that he's right about staying away from Puck. Even if part of him sees what Puck did as a brutal romantic gesture, Puck could have gotten hurt or sent back to juvie because of him.

Kurt is nothing but trouble for Puck, and Kurt won't tell him that.

"It doesn't matter," Kurt informs him with his best poker face.

Puck snorts and shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't fucking care about your reasons anyway," Puck tells him evenly and with his voice full of venom. "I know you were okay with me. We were damn fine together. We fooled everyone for months and whatever it was that made you change your mind, screw it. You're mine, Kurt. I got you first and I'm not letting you go so easily," he finishes, pointing at him with his finger.

Oh, boy. At any other moment, Kurt would instantly start developing fantasies about Puck being deeply in love with him and this possessive about him. Kurt would swoon at hearing Puck say this under other circumstances, ones very far from reality. But right now Kurt is mad at Puck because he's being a douche to him. Leaving their hard past aside, Kurt is not used to be treated like this by Puck. They never fought, but lately it's the only thing they do. And right now, Kurt doesn't welcome being treated like an object by a guy who doesn't love him, or wants him as some kind of trophy. Puck only says what he's saying because he's a stubborn guy who doesn't like being denied what he wants.

Kurt is not going to stand a jealous-possessive scene from someone who's not even in a relationship with him.

"I'm not an object you can own," Kurt sneers at him.

Puck steps closer to Kurt until they are face-to-face. A shiver runs all the way up Kurt's spine, but he stays stoically still. "I've got you like no other guy has before, under everyone's noses. I was fucking good to you. I've got you all for and by myself. I earned that much."

Sweet Dolce, if only they were talking in the language of love… If Puck was speaking this way and loving him at the same time Kurt would have jumped on Puck to ravish him long ago, telling Puck that he's right, because if Puck wanted him all for himself Kurt would give himself gladly. Being someone that no one dares to even touch, Kurt can only dream about having a guy wanting him so much that he reaches the point of this irrational possessiveness. Kurt would give away everything he has if Puck, the guy he loves, was that man.

But this is not a dream, and Puck is not going to be that man.

"I think you have a very big ego, Noah Puckerman," Kurt says sharply. "You're hardly half of the amazing guy you think you are."

Puck gives him a small arrogant smirk. "Oh yeah? Way to waste your precious time by spending a full week by the side of a comatose hardly half amazing guy."

Kurt grimaces at Puck's words. That actually hurt him.

"I hate you," Kurt grits between his teeth.

Puck steps backwards as he starts laughing out loud. Kurt wishes he was able to punch him.

"You hate me now?" Puck enquires, obviously amused and incredulous. "Please, Kurt. You don't hate me, you totally-"

Puck cuts himself off, the expression in his face changes into an awed grimace that freezes Kurt's blood. Puck's mouth remains open, stuck in the middle of his sentence, and he stays silent, as if there are lots of things going on inside his head. Whatever it was that made Puck lose his words, it's surely not something good.

Kurt is almost positive that Puck is remembering something and Kurt looks down to the ground, preparing himself for the worst.

"I have to go," Puck mutters, already walking away, and Kurt says nothing.

Kurt hugs himself tightly. A tear runs down his cheek as he listens to Puck's steps, walking away from him. Puck probably figured out that he's in love with him, so this is really the end between them both. Kurt wipes his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, reminding himself that this is supposed to be a happy day and that his parents can't see him like this. It's almost midnight, so once his dad and Carole are on the way to the airport for their honeymoon and Kurt gets back home, he'll give himself the luxury to cry all the weekend long in the privacy of his room.

Right now, Kurt has to look happy.

He slowly walks towards the building. Kurt can hear the music in the distance and he does his best to calm himself down. He shouldn't be sad; he was expecting Puck to give up on him eventually. Puck's efforts did make Kurt feel good though.

At least Kurt will be able to really start forgetting about Puck now, and on the bright side… Puck just walked away. Puck didn't speak harsh words, and even if Kurt is heartbroken, he's glad that Puck acted the way he did.

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Day 92, shortly after midnight.

It's been long since the last time Puck felt this enthusiastic. Luckily, one of the food service vans was leaving and Puck got a lift. The best part? All ladies staff, so Puck worked his charms and got delivered right to the Hummel-Hudson house. He's the man, that's for sure. The van drives away and he walks to the quiet, empty house.

I'm kind of in love with you… there, I said it. I'm in love with you.

Kurt's words have been repeating over and over inside Puck's head since the moment Kurt said he hated him. The words hit his brain like a punch in the face. Puck simply couldn't explain to Kurt, because Puck wanted to have things right inside his head before saying anything. Puck has been pushing his memories, all the way to the Hummel-Hudson house, and even if he can tell that he doesn't have the whole memory of what he… dreamed or hallucinated, whatever, Puck does have this small moment inside his head where he and Kurt were in the music room and Kurt said that to him.

And what Kurt says in these weird dreams that Puck believes he had while being in a coma, it's always the real thing.

Puck contemplates the house quietly, thinking about the best way to break in. It's probably after midnight so the surroundings are dark, and as for the family, everyone's in the wedding party, so getting caught won't be a problem. Yet, deep inside he knows there's something in Kurt's room that he has to find, and Puck follows his gut.

Puck heard somewhere that Kurt's room is the basement, so he starts walking around the house, looking for some kind of window. From his experience, basements always have windows. He walks around, feeling too good. Kurt totally loves him and it's almost like winning the jackpot.

He grins to himself. If Kurt really has the hots for him that makes Puck Kurt's weak spot. There's no way he's letting Kurt go now.

Puck thought he was going to have a terrible night, and watching Finn serenading his boy didn't make it better. Neither did arguing with Kurt, but nothing else matters because he's not going to lose him.

"You've got it," Puck mutters to himself when he finds a small window at ground level.

He kneels down, taking a look inside, but it's dark and Puck can't see a thing. Puck shrugs, and within minutes he gets the window open and sneaks inside, landing on what he believes it's a couch. Years of getting laid with girls who had boyfriends and parents and wives who had angry husbands made Puck a master at sneaking in and out.

Puck tries to find a light, but he runs into a bed and a big bird cage before he finally gets to the switch. And when he turns the light on he finds himself in a very clean and white room.

This is what made Finn freak so much?

Finn is a douche. The room doesn't scream 'faggy' like Finn told him. Puck looks around and it's all too modern and too neat, like the room belongs to a page in a furniture catalog and not to a teenager… but Kurt is not a regular teenager. Actually, it suits Kurt very well.

The big bird cage that Puck ran into seconds before turns out to be the weirdest chair Puck has ever seen in his life. The bed is big and looks damn comfortable, but what Puck can't understand is… what kind of bedroom has couches? While he fucked cougars Puck got to know plenty of bedrooms and the most alike thing he had seen were armchairs, but Kurt has two big couches.

He walks around the empty room, peeking on Kurt's shelves: the guy has an awesome stereo, that's for sure.

Puck continues eyeing the place, looking for something, until his gaze falls upon Kurt's vanity. Puck runs his tongue over his lips and steps closer to the desk. There's something about this, Puck knows it.

He steps towards the vanity desk; it only has two drawers, one in each side, and Puck opens the first, rummaging through it. There's nothing but a huge amount of creams, lotions, and… stuff. Having no luck there, Puck closes it and goes to the other one. At first sight, Puck can only see some bags of 'Makeup Facial Cotton,' and another that says 'Moisturized Towelettes'. Puck rolls his eyes, but keeps on eyeing the drawer.

"Upper part," he mutters to himself, and sticks his hand deep inside of it until his finger stop feeling the wood of the upper part of the drawer and feel a soft, thick piece of paper.

Puck rips it off and it happens to be a red, classy envelope; inside it he finds the strip of pictures they got taken in the mall's photo both.

All the euphoria that Puck was feeling seconds before falls away, turning into a wave of ease as he stares at the pictures. His lips curve into a small, tender smile.

Puck snorts. "Damn you, Kurt," he whispers, incredulous and… content. It's weird for him to feel mellow like this.

He throws himself towards one of the couches, collapsing onto his back on the very comfortable cushions. When Puck sees Kurt's clothes, they always look damn uncomfortable, and he figures that Kurt prefers fashion over comfort, but it's nice to see that when it comes to furniture, Kurt can pick modern and cozy shit at the same time.

Puck continues to stare their picture, and after several seconds he turns it around to find that Kurt wrote something there. Puck takes a close look and reads: "The day I fell in love with him," written in red, along with a date -that Puck assumes is the day they went to the mall- and a heart with a 'P' and a 'K' inside.

Damn, is Kurt a fourteen year old girl?

Puck grins, feeling stupidly bashful. He's aware that he's intruding way too deep in Kurt's privacy, but the guy left Puck no other options.

He relaxes on the couch with a big, well-placed smile on his face. Kurt's got it bad for him. It's not like Kurt just finds him hot -although Puck wouldn't be surprised if Kurt did because Puck is such a babe; he can't blame him for that- but Kurt is totally in love with him, and it's freaking weird.

Chicks don't love Puck, they only want a piece of him, and Puck's more than fine with it. Love, though, feels quite undeserved.

A big part of Puck is uncomfortable with Kurt's feelings and, much to Puck dismay, it's not because Kurt is a gay guy but because Kurt is a really good guy.

The good side of all this is that Puck is not grossed out about having a gay guy after him, and that proves that he's ten times more of a man than Finn will ever be. Take that, Hudson. When Finn went to him to tell him the misfortunes of being the crush of the gay guy of the school, Puck believed it would be quite odd.

But it's not.

What makes Puck feel odd is that he surely is the hottest guy in Lima, but is far from being the best guy around. He's done a lot of shit, and lot of the shit he did, Puck did it to Kurt. Puck has to admit that things with Kurt improved a lot, though, and it's obvious. In a weird twist of fate, or whatever it was, they did grow attached to each other.

While Kurt is clearly in love with him, Puck is not even close to having feelings like that, but he certainly can't stand the idea of not having Kurt around. That's not love at all, but it has to count as something. Puck has never missed anyone before, except his dad, every now and then, but he does miss Kurt quite a lot.

And I get to have him back, Puck thinks.

Kurt keeps pushing Puck away from him and it bothers Puck more than it should. The idea of losing Kurt sometimes makes Puck panic, even if it's a stupid idea. It reminds him of his dreams, when Kurt was dead. The feeling is the same and Puck just can't lose him again.

But Kurt won't leave him now, not if Puck gives him what he wants, and Kurt loves him, so eventually he won't be able to keep on ditching him. He could offer Kurt a free pass; any chick would kill to have a complete free pass to the Puckerman Express, let alone gay guys. Kurt wouldn't get that with any other guy in this town, and he wouldn't want any other guy: Kurt loves him, so he won't let this chance pass.

Puck frowns. Major déjà vu.

He shrugs and mumbles, "Whatever."

Puck's quite proud of himself. On TV they always show that when guys think about doing stuff with other guys they are always super conflicted, but Puck doesn't mind much. That's because, of course, Puck's one hundred percent stud. And straight.

He likes chicks, not dudes, but Puck is not thinking about his sexuality or whatever. Kurt wants a piece of him, and Puck wants to get Kurt back, so giving Kurt a piece of him to make him stick around is a sensible idea. After all, they both get what they want.

It's a win-win scenario.

It also kills two birds with one stone. Karofsky's crush on Kurt made Puck realize that he won't stand having some other dude around Kurt, because Kurt is all his and he's not sharing Kurt's attention with anybody. If Karofsky is gay, Puck believes that any guy could secretly be gay too. And Kurt might not have jumped on that train, but if he was desperate and lonely enough and there was another dude not half as bad as Karofsky was, Kurt could go for it. Puck doesn't want to have to beat up Kurt's potential catches, because it will piss Kurt off, and the main reason for doing all this is so Kurt will stop being a bitch and allow them to hang out together like they used to.

So Puck resolves that there's no better guy for Kurt than himself. Puck did make his list of conditions that a guy must fulfill to –maybe– get Puck's blessing: the guy had to be super hot and treat Kurt damn fine. In both cases, they had to be like Puck himself, or better, and there is no better.

Seeing as Puck is the hottest babe around and that he's the only one who treats Kurt like he deserves, Puck guesses he'll have to do the job.

As time passes, Puck grows bored. He calls his mother to let her know that the wedding went cool and that his Gleemates made some plans and he's tagging along, not knowing when he'll be back, which is a lie, sort of, because there are no plans with his Gleemates, but he doesn't know when he'll be home. Usually, Puck never calls his mother when he makes plans, but considering that they are actually getting along much better, Puck doesn't want to screw it up. After all, it takes five minutes to call his mother, while if he didn't call, it would be days of his mother being pissed at him.

Puck prowls around Kurt's bedroom a little more, finding that Kurt has a big bathroom for himself, with a bathtub and all, the lucky motherfucker, and a huge walk-in closet that doesn't surprise Puck at all. Of course Kurt had to have a walk-in closet.

Since Kurt has a flat-screen very much like Finn's, Puck turns the TV on to kill some time.

Two full hours flow by before Puck hears the sound of cars parking in front of the house. He quickly turns the lights and the TV off, since he doesn't want the Hummel-Hudson to think that someone broke into the house and maybe even call the police. The idea is to surprise Kurt, not get his ass thrown in jail.

Puck sits on one of the couches, waiting for Kurt to eventually come to the room. He hears noises upstairs, probably from people walking around, and the wait starts making him impatient. He's so close to getting Kurt back that he can barely wait to see Kurt face-to-face.

He holds his breath when the basement door opens, but Puck doesn't hear steps right away. Puck can see the light coming from the door and Kurt's silhouette. Finn's voice is in the background and for a second Puck feels rage, because why the fuck did Kurt bring Finn to his place? But then instantly he remembers that they live together now, so he's cool again.

"-thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it," Kurt says kindly. Puck assumes he and Finn were holding a conversation from before.

"It was a really awesome party," Finn replies, his voice sounds more distant, so Puck figures that while Kurt is on the top of the stairs, Finn is not really near him. "See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Finn."

Kurt steps into the basement, closing the door behind. Puck hears Kurt sighing and then his steps echoing in the room, going down into the darkness. Puck would never go down the stairs of his basement without turning on a light, because he'd probably break his neck in the process, but Kurt must know these stairs like the palm of his hand since he goes down with no trouble.

Puck can't erase the grin on his face as Kurt walks around the dark room, not yet noticing he's there.

Until Kurt turns the bedside light on.

"Hey there," Puck greets.

"Sweet Dolce!" Kurt yells, jumping in place and putting a hand to his chest. His panicked expression fades a bit when Kurt eyes meet Puck's, but the guy is still panting. Puck instantly feels like shit for scaring him that way.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"What on earth are you doing in here!" Kurt sneers between his teeth, fleeing up the stairs.

Puck stands up quickly as he sees Kurt running away. "Where are you going!"

But Kurt doesn't run away, thank God, because the last thing Puck needs is Kurt running to Finn to tell him that Puck broke into the house. Instead, Kurt locks the door and goes back down.

"Nowhere, you cretin," Kurt tells him sharply. "But the last thing we need is Finn walking in and finding you here in my bedroom at two in the morning."

Puck pouts. "Finn's probably up in his attic; we're here in the basement. He's not gonna hear. Your dad though-"

"He's on his way to Hawaii with Carole."

"Then why are you so upset? Don't be mad at me. I was trying to do something nice."

Kurt stares at him in dismay. "You call breaking into people's houses in the middle of the night nice?"

Puck shrugs. "If the mountain will not come to Puck…"

"Don't play smart with me, Mohammed," Kurt snaps at him, taking off his jacket and walking towards his closet. Puck loses sight of him, so he heads to the closet too, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Kurt hang his jacket in the 'To the Dry Cleaning' part that Puck saw earlier. "You need to stop doing this. If someone saw you breaking in and called the police-"

"Please, you're talking to the master of sneaking," he informs Kurt with his voice full of pride.

Kurt gives him a look, obviously realizing that Puck is not standing at the other end of the room anymore, but only a few feet away.

"I'm serious, Puck. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I think we owe each other a talk. Or at least you owe me quite a huge explanation, and since you avoid me I figured this: safe place. No one will see us or interrupt," Puck says, playing the fool. He's not going to jump on Kurt too quickly. If he gives Kurt a piece of him, Kurt could be happy enough to forget all that happened and go back to the way they were before the accident. And even if Puck can't get that, he still wants to know what the hell is going on with Kurt.

Also, he needs to kill some time because he as no freaking clue about how to make a first move with Kurt. This is not some random girl; for starters, it's a guy and also, it's Kurt and that's kind of a big deal. Puck can't fuck it up.

Kurt groans. "I owe you nothing," he states, clearly frustrated.

Puck purses his lips together. "Too bad you think that way, 'cos I'm not leaving without answers."

He steps backwards and decides to try the cage chair. It doesn't look very safe, but what the hell. Puck has punched cops; he can totally handle a stupid looking chair. Much to his surprise, the chair is quite comfortable once you sit down.

Kurt walks out of the closet, wearing no shoes, and Puck decides to takes his shoes off as well.

"What are you doing there?"

"Trying out this chair. It looks dumb, but it's quite comfy," Puck tells Kurt, rocking himself slowly.

Kurt raises his chin. "Of course is comfortable. It's a Eureka hanging chair, from Property."

"Looks like a cage to me."

Kurt rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and walking towards the bed to sit on the edge. Puck turns the chair around to face Kurt and gives him an expectant look.

"What are you looking at?"

"C'mon, spill," Puck commands, eager for some answers. "Why do you avoid me? What did I do wrong?"

Kurt studies him silently for long seconds. Puck can see how his icy expression slowly turns into anxiety. Kurt stares at his hands and bits his lower lip, and it kind of makes Puck feel bad, but he hopes that Kurt will spill his guts for once so they can move on to the making out. Puck just decided that they should make out; that would definitely calm Kurt down.

"You didn't do anything, Puck."

Puck lets out a long breath. Kurt is still staring at his hands, but as long as he keeps on talking, Puck doesn't mind if Kurt avoids his gaze. "Then what is it?"

"I- I just-" Kurt struggles with words and Puck has no fucking clue that the hell is fucking Kurt's brain up this much. "You shouldn't be around me."

Puck arches an eyebrow, leaning forwards. "I'm not good for you anymore? Hey, I'm hardly a bad influence these days. I mean, I'm still a stud, but it's not like I'm going to corrupt you-"

Kurt laughs, but not in an amused way. It sounds so sad that it makes Puck's stomach twist. "It's not that, Puck. It's the other way around."

It's Puck's turn to laugh. "You corrupting me? Please, you're kind of a pain in the ass sometimes, but in spite of your bitchiness, you're kindness itself."

Kurt quivers a smile and finally looks Puck in the eye. "I'll take the compliment, so thank you, but still, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that, I'm nothing but trouble to you, Puck... even though you've told me that you believe I don't care about you, I do. And because I do, I think the best thing for you is to stay away from me."

Pfth, of course Kurt cares about him. Kurt fucking loves him! Puck doesn't doubt that anymore. Still, he can't really get how Kurt is trouble for him. The trouble guy is Puck, always has been and always will be. If there's someone who should be concerned about getting someone in trouble it's Puck, but what can he say? He's too selfish to give up Kurt.

"I don't get how you're trouble to me."

Kurt stares at him like he can't deal with his stupidity. "Haven't you heard that I'm the resident queer?"

"Don't call yourself that," Puck snaps at him, mad already. "That's bullshit."

"Using prettier or harsher words, that's what I am. I don't hang out with straight guys, and I definitely shouldn't hang out with the number one stud in McKinley."

Puck rolls his eyes, being sick of this shit. "Just because Finn said that shit and your dad agreed, it's not-"

"It's the truth," Kurt cuts him off. "Sadly, it's what everyone thinks. We pushed our luck too much. You'll get into trouble if they found out you hang out with me. People will give you hell, and you'll give hell back. I just," he pauses. "I should have never approached you in the first place."

"Don't say that."

Kurt shrugs, looking defeated. "It's the way it is. That way, you'd be just another guy fearing to catch my gayness you'd be with your old friends and you wouldn't have almost gotten killed."

Puck remembers this from somewhere, but he has no time to think over the random words that Kurt had spoken sometime while he was in a coma. He needs to argue back now.

"That wasn't your fault. I distracted you while you were driving."

"Wasn't it? If I stayed away from you, you would have never gotten in my car, so you would have never distracted me."

Puck groans, growing much frustrated. "And if I my mom wouldn't have changed her job seventeen years before, she wouldn't have met my father and I wouldn't have been born, so I wouldn't have gotten into a damn car crash with you! That's fucking stupid, Kurt."

"It's not stupid!"

"It is!" Puck barks at Kurt, standing up from the damn cage chair. "It wasn't your damn fault, so drop it!"

"You almost died," Kurt mutters, his eyes turn glassy and Puck's chest constricts at this sight. "I'm bad for you, Puck, I'm telling you. I make straight guys uncomfortable, I molest them, I try to convert them, and now I send them to the hospital too."

God, how can Kurt think that way? It's fucking heartbreaking. Puck has never felt so trapped in his life, because even if he knows he has the weapons to make Kurt better – these being his hot looks and his way to work his charms– and he really can't stand Kurt thinking that way about himself, he doesn't know how to convince Kurt he's totally wrong.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," Puck states, being dead serious. "You didn't molest me, or convert me, and you didn't send me to the hospital."

Kurt offers a sad, unbelieving smile. "If only you knew…"

"I know more than you think I do."

Kurt nods absently. "Sadly."

Now Puck wants to know what it is that he apparently doesn't know. Puck already found out that Kurt has the hots for him, so maybe if Puck makes Kurt admit it, Puck can tell him 'Duh, I know that. See? Totally comfortable' and drop this shit.

"What don't I know?"

"Nothing," Kurt states, standing up and walking towards his vanity.

"Don't walk away from this! Fucking tell me what's the huge thing I don't know!"

Kurt turns around; his face doesn't show sorrow anymore, but anger. "Want to know? Fine! I'll tell you. Maybe that way you'll finally run away and leave me alone for once. After all the things I've done to you, I did molest you while you were in a coma."

Puck gapes at Kurt, who's completely flushed but still facing him in defiance. Then Puck burst into laughter, which makes Kurt even madder.

"You what? Oh please, Kurt. You so didn't. You're too decent," Puck tells between laughs. "And even if you did, who cares? I was in a coma!"

Kurt is the one gaping now. "Who cares? I care! People were right! I molest straight guys, because you were in a coma and I took advantage of that! Dear Gaga, it was so wrong," he says, looking away.

Puck still finds it amusing, and maybe he's a freak, but he's not feeling violated in the slightest. Yet Kurt acts like he did something really bad, and it makes Puck curious.

"What did you do?" Puck teases with a grin on his face. Kurt looks up, narrowing his eyes at him. "C'mon, tell me."

Kurt sighs. "I kissed you," he says softly, fixing his eyes to the floor. "Twice."

Puck snorts. That's it? Kurt is acting so freaking guilty because of two kisses?

"You kissed me?" He asks, not getting it. Seriously, such a big deal for two damn kisses? God, he wants to kill Kurt for being such a drama queen.

"I swear it was nothing," Kurt hurries to explain. "Just pecked your lips, and… I'm so sorry."

"Man, that's fine. Just two pecks on my lips and you're acting like you raped me or something. I'm sure that two pecks don't qualify as molesting. Chill out."

"I took advantage from your state, Puck," Kurt states, finally meeting Puck's eyes.

"So you ditched me… because you feel guilty for kissing me while I was in a coma?"

Puck is getting confused. What exactly is the reason why Kurt is pushing him away? Because they could get caught? Because Finn and his dad told him to stay away from straight guys? Because he feels guilty for the accident? Or because he stole two stupid kisses from him while he was in a coma?

Damn, Kurt needs to relax. Just like Puck predicted once, Kurt needs to get laid, badly. And probably he'll need, like, lots of pot as well. Puck's not sure if sex is going to help this guy to relax.

"Not only because of that, Puck. That's just another fact among the many that prove I'm not good for you."

Puck nods, humoring Kurt. He really can't see the big issue here. Kurt is worrying over dumb shit. They won't get caught -they proved to be sneaky enough for months- so therefore, they won't get into any trouble. Kurt is not the reason why they crashed the car, since Puck distracted Kurt while he was driving and also, the driver of the car was freaking drunk and driving in zigzags from what his mother told him. And Puck doesn't consider Kurt a damn molester for kissing him twice while he was unconscious.

"After this conversation, you'll go back to ditching me?" Puck asks, just to be sure as he figures out a perfect way to make his first move.

"It's the best thing I can do for you."

Puck nods. Well, in that case, Puck will have to carry on with his plan. "I'll tell you what. Since this kissing shit is bothering you so much, I know how to fix it."

Kurt quirks an eyebrow. "Hitting me and running away? I won't mind. I do deserve it."

Puck rolls his eyes. Seriously, this guy is such a drama queen that he should start writing soap operas.

"No, you idiot. I think we should get even," he resolves, forcing himself not to grin like mad.

He's really about to have Kurt wrapped around his little finger, even if Kurt doesn't know it yet, and Puck can't wait to get Kurt back for real.

"Get even?"

"Yeah. You stole two kisses from me, so the sensible thing is for me to steal two kisses from you."

Kurt blinks. "What?"

"I said-"

"I heard you the first time," Kurt snaps at him. "It's not funny. I'm being serious."

Puck shrugs, stepping closer to Kurt, and Kurt steps backwards until he bumps against the vanity desk, ending up very much trapped.

"You see me laughing? I'm serious too," Puck tells him with his best husky voice.

They are face-to-face, both of their gazes fixed on the other. Kurt is visibly fidgeting, probably torn between guilt and eagerness. Puck is sure that Kurt is dying to get Puck to kiss him, and from what Puck can see, the guy won't take the first step because of his damn conscience.

"Please, don't," Kurt whispers with a voice full of desire and Puck can feel his ego expanding.

He has his eyes fixed in Kurt's lips and it's freaking weird to know he's about to kiss a guy's lips. It probably won't be too cool at all, but this is Kurt and Puck wants him back, and also, Kurt's obvious desire to do it kind of make him want to try.

Puck frowns, suddenly remembering that Kurt has never been with a guy before. "Were those kisses your first ever kisses?"

Kurt snorts lowly. "I'm so pathetic," he muses, looking down to the floor, and Puck won't stand for the break of the eye contact just now.

"You kind of are," Puck mutters as he grabs Kurt's black tie and brings him closer. "I was knocked out, so it doesn't count. Let's make it better."

Puck doesn't wait for Kurt to reply. Instead, he presses his lips against Kurt, softly but firmly. Kurt whimpers at the contact but stays still and Puck is alright with that. Puck's not the guy that kisses; he makes out with girls. Well, with people. But considering that it's Kurt's first kiss for real, Puck decides to act like the gentleman he isn't for the first time in his life and do something right.

Very deep inside, Puck finds the softness and warmness of Kurt's lips familiar, and it's quite alright. It's not as ugly as he thought it could be and Kurt's lips are nothing much different from a girl's lips.

They stay still for some seconds, lips pressed together, and Puck opens his eyes just to see how Kurt is doing. Kurt's eyes are closed and he's totally melted.

Feeling accomplished, Puck leans back, hearing Kurt gasp. Kurt snaps his eyes open at the break of contact, his cheeks bright red, and even if Puck doesn't dig adorable girls, or adorable guys in Kurt's case, Kurt's cuteness and naivety turns out to be quite captivating.

"Better?" Puck asks, and Kurt nods, completely dumbstruck. "Good. Now round two."

This time, Puck doesn't go for a chaste, small kiss. He has to show Kurt what he's made of if he wants Kurt to stick around, so Puck moves closer until there's no space between them. Catching Kurt off his guard, he holds Kurt's face with his hands before planting a hard kiss on his lips.

This time there's movement. Lots of it. First because Puck is leaning forward so much that Kurt pushes the stuff on the vanity to the floor when he tries to hold himself up on it, and then because Kurt quickly throws his arms around Puck's waist to stop himself from falling onto the vanity.

Fucking finally.

Puck applies several hard kisses on Kurt's lips. Kurt kisses back, trying to catch up with Puck's speed, but as Puck sucks Kurt's bottom lip the smaller boy loses all focus, letting out a strangled moan.

Puck smiles to himself, running his tongue over Kurt's lips to part them. Kurt fists Puck's shirt tightly in surprise and lets out a very deep groan as Puck pushes his tongue inside Kurt's mouth.

It feels quite awesome. Puck doesn't know if it's because it's been way too fucking long since he made out with a chick or because Kurt is really something. He'd dare to say it's fifty-fifty, or thirty-seventy in favor of Kurt, because what Kurt lacks in skills he makes up for in enthusiasm.

Sure, Kurt is not particularly coordinated -in fact he's quite sloppy- but damn, Puck's really feeling ravished, in a totally cool way.

Puck pushes his tongue firmly against Kurt's, and while Kurt is usually bossy he lets Puck lead, copying what he does. Kurt kisses him back in the same hard and eager way that Puck is kissing him. The boy is almost desperate and Puck knows he's got it.

It's then when he starts noticing how rigid Kurt is growing that he remembers this is the first time that Kurt is making out with someone. The guy is running out of air, so Puck pushes Kurt away slightly, breaking the heated kiss.

Kurt pants loudly, and Puck can't blame him, but he wants to keep making out. Kurt is completely flushed, his lips swollen and shiny, and damn, who would have thought that this could turn out so cool?

"Breath through your nose," Puck commands. Kurt looks up, still panting and with questioning eyes, but Puck doesn't wait for an answer or anything. The last thing he wants right now is to talk, and much to his luck, as soon as he grabs Kurt to resume their making out, Puck finds himself being pushed against the couch.

Kurt straddles Puck's lap, throwing his arms around Puck's neck and hungrily attaching their mouths together.

Damn, that's what Puck was talking about!

Puck wastes no time and wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer, if that's even possible. Kurt moans, but doesn't stop kissing him. Quite the opposite, really; Kurt kisses him heatedly, non-stop. Puck can feel Kurt's hot breath on his face as their tongues attack each other.

Kurt tilts his head to one side, giving Puck perfect access to his mouth. They kiss each other roughly and hungrily; Puck can't help running his hands over Kurt's back and fisting his shirt, feeling how Kurt squirms in his arms.

Kurt turns out to be a fucking fast learner because, by taking Puck's lead, he reaches a perfect rhythm. Puck nips and sucks Kurt's lower lips now and then, making Kurt moan in an incredible hot way.

This is definitely turning Puck on way too fast for his liking. He wasn't expecting to react this way so soon; he thought he had to at least get used to kissing a guy before finding it comfortable enough to enjoy it, but he's been enjoying this since the very first second.

Having Kurt ravish his mouth this way, in such an eager and passionate way, is so… genuine.

Cougars and chicks usually have sex with him to prove themselves. Of course, Puck knows for sure that he's a sex shark, but he does pick the wrong women. It's always desperate women that try too hard to be passionate. In the cougars case, to feel that they are hot enough to get laid by a hot teenager; younger married women, they want to prove that they can get laid with hotter guys than their lame husbands; and chicks from school, it's always so fake. They are always unnecessarily wild, like they are trying to prove they're as hot as he is, or trying to prove to him that they can please him like no other. That's probably why he barely has sex with girls his age.

In the end, Puck is always some chick's trophy, and it's not like Puck minds being objectified, since sex is sex and Puck always enjoys it anyway, but this is so different.

Kurt really wants him. Puck is the one that arouses Kurt like this and he's is not trying to prove anything to Puck. Kurt kisses him with no skill, with no obvious will to please Puck, and that's fucking fine for both of them. Kurt's making out technique improves every minute that passes, and it's not because Kurt is trying to teach Puck how good he can be, but purely because the better he gets at it, the better it feels.

Puck knows that all girls have the hots for him, but he's never felt as wanted as he's feeling now.

Puck can't help getting turned on by the way that Kurt is devouring his mouth, but he does his best to focus on not getting hard. It's difficult. Even more so considering that it's been months since Puck last got laid and Puck never went that long without getting any. He hasn't even made out with anyone lately and Puck can't remember the last time that heavy petting didn't lead to sex. Puck is not thinking about having sex with Kurt, though, but about not freaking the guy out.

No matter how badly Kurt wants him, Kurt had only been kissed for the first time just minutes ago. In the horny state that Puck's in he could dry-hump a fucking chair, but Puck thinks that even some innocent dry-humping would be too much for Kurt right now. With Kurt as carried away as he is, he'd probably be fine with it, but Puck doesn't want to screw this up by making Kurt do something that he might regret when he cools off.

Puck can't lose Kurt because he's getting horny, so he starts slowing the speed of his movements. He doesn't want to stop their making out session, but slowing it down would be good for his groin. Kurt follows, catching up with Puck's pace, until they end up making out slowly and languidly.

It's good and relaxed. It makes Puck dizzy and drowsy, almost like getting high. He can tell that Kurt is as mesmerized as he is, and they keep on kissing each other intensely but calmly at the same time, until the long, never ending make out session turns into a series of short deep kisses.

Eventually, Kurt stops kissing him, but he doesn't move away. Puck still has his arms around Kurt's waist while Kurt's arms are around Puck's neck. Kurt's rest his forehead against Puck's and lets out a long sigh.

"Why did you have to do this?" Kurt whispers, sounding wretched.

Kurt shouldn't be feeling wretched though. Puck's ultimate goal is keeping Kurt happy so he won't go away. "'Cos I wanted to," he says, pecking Kurt on the lips.

Man, Puck would ravish Kurt's mouth again if this making out hadn't left him so spent. It's incredibly weird, because when he can't manage to continue doing stuff with girls it's usually because he's not interested or turned off. Puck does want to assault Kurt's mouth, though, but he feels boneless. His brain can barely function, as if making out with Kurt left him completely stupid.

"You just don't know-"

"I know you love me," Puck quietly cuts him off. He really doesn't have the strength to argue anymore. Can't Kurt just enjoy this? If Puck is enjoying this, Kurt should be doing the same.

"Yeah, I figured that much," Kurt mutters remorsefully.

"I found your picture," he says, motioning to the other couch with his head where the red envelope and the pictures lay.

When Kurt sees he shakes his head, defeated and probably sad. That's not how Puck wants Kurt though.

Puck easily pushes Kurt back against the cushions. Under Puck's touch, Kurt feels extremely limp, letting himself being easily maneuvered into a laying back position. Puck lies on his side next to Kurt, propped up on his elbow, studying Kurt. Kurt lies there, still, staring at him with a dazed expression, like he's thrown himself to Puck's mercy. Puck grins to himself. Kurt has totally given in to Puck's charms. His blue eyes have never looked so dark and his plump lips that are even more swollen than they were before are just proof that Puck got this right.

"Just stop thinking, for Christ's sake," Puck breathes out, lowering his head down and kissing Kurt some more.

Much to Puck's liking, Kurt moans and, throwing his arms around Puck, he kisses back.

Puck lies on his stomach, his arm curled under his head as a pillow. He's very sleepy and tired. His eyelashes weigh a lot and all Puck wants is to keep on sleeping, but someone is shaking him.

"Puck, c'mon, wake up."

Still in his dreamland, he listens to Kurt's voice and God, he hates those words. Puck doesn't want to wake up; Kurt is there and when he asks him to wake up everything will be gone. Puck has been through that way too much.

"Wake up," Kurt repeats, shaking his arm, and with the little strength Puck has he shakes his head, keeping his eye shut.

"No," Puck grunts and snatches Kurt's hand, keeping him there. "Please, don't go."

He hears Kurt sighing and sitting down by his side. Then Puck feels Kurt's breath over his face, and Kurt whispers in his ear, "Puck, I have to take you home before Finn wakes up. C'mon, wake up."

Puck dares to open his eyes, and finds that he's not lying in his bed but on a white couch, and that Kurt feels very much real, sitting there by his side. Puck turns around and grins sleepily at the other boy.

"Thank God you're here," Puck breathes out drowsily and relieved. "I thought it was another dream."

Kurt swallows hard and looks away. Kurt is still wearing his suit from last night, just like Puck is. Both of their clothes are a wrinkled mess and Puck doesn't mind, but it's weird to see Kurt wearing clothes that are such a mess, in addition to his tousled hair.

"Let's get you home, alright? We both fell asleep," Kurt tells him. "I have to get you out of here before Finn wakes up."

Everything that happened last night was real and for that Puck's very happy. For a second, Puck thought that everything was lost again. He didn't know that Kurt telling him to wake up could freak him out so much.

"What time is it?"

"Seven in the morning."

"Seven? It's too fucking early," Puck groans. He wants to go back to sleep. It's Saturday; no one should be awake this early.

"Better safe than sorry. We can leave without him noticing that you were here and that I left and came back."

Jesus. Kurt is right, so Puck nods and sits up. He rubs his eyes, trying to fully wake up. It's quite hard. Kurt's already got his shoes and his jacket, and Puck puts them on, following Kurt like a damn zombie all the way out of the house.

Puck's brain can hardly function. Both of them get in Kurt's SUV, and even if Puck's happy being back in Kurt's car, just like in the old times, Puck falls asleep on the way back home. When Kurt wakes him up again they are parked in front of Puck's house.

Puck unfastens his seatbelt and notices that Kurt is hardly looking at him.

"Pick me up on Monday?"

Kurt blinks and finally meets his eyes. "What?"

"Monday. Pick me up," Puck repeats, yawning.

After a very long silence, Kurt nods. "Okay," he mutters.

"Awesome," Puck states, pleased, and grabs Kurt by his neck to bring him closer. Puck kisses Kurt's lips quickly and gets out of the car. "See ya," he says, and walks to his house to have a long, content sleep.