A/N: Oh my goodness, it's been too long. I've recently acquired, not one, but two jobs, and it's been hard to find the time to fit everything in. Your reviews have been wonderful! Hopefully I can keep updating somewhat regularly. As always anything (constructive, suggestive, etc.) is helpful, wanted, and appreciated.

I don't own Glee.

Puck's POV. Enjoy :)

Puck sat on his bed, knowing that he should leave to go meet up with Kurt at the park. He wanted to go, he really did, but he just couldn't seem to leave from his spot on the bed. He wasn't nervous, per say, but something about the fact that he was going out to meet Kurt at the park made him antsy. He shook the feeling off and stood up and walked out of his room and down the hall to his sister's room. He could hear the television blaring some Disney show that she was probably obsessed with.

Puck peeked in her room and found her sprawled out across the floor, painting her toenails. Laughing, Puck opened the door quickly and shouted "Boo!" effectively shocking his little sister.

"Jeeze, don't you knock Noah?" She huffed as she continued to paint her toenails.

Puck shrugged. "Sometimes. Hey, does Ma know that you're painting your toenails?" Mrs. Puckerman wasn't conservative, but she didn't like for Sarah to wear makeup or paint her nails too often, only for special occasions.

Sarah sent a pleading look in Puck's direction. "No, but tomorrow in gym we have to be barefoot and I don't want to have my toes look funny. You won't tell mom, will you?"

Puck smiled. His little sister was so concerned about her appearance. He didn't know where she got it from. Puck and his mother took the relaxed and comfortable approach to their appearances while Sarah had to look put together at all times.

"Kinda like Kurt…" thought Puck. Oh yeah, Kurt. Damn, he knew he had to go meet him.

"Your toes look funny with that junk on 'em, but I won't rat on you. But you have to not rat on me either. I have to go to the park and meet a friend. I'll be back soon, okay?"

Sarah lit up upon hearing that her brother would keep quiet. "Thanks! Ooooooo, a friend? Is it Santana or Lauren?"

"Neither. I mean. It's none of your business, Sarah." Puck shook his head.

"It is my business if I'm keeping it a secret. Who is she?"

"It's not a she. He's not a she." Puck turned around and walked back to his room. Why did his sister have to be so nosy? He was grabbing his jacket to take with him when he saw his sister hobbling out of her room, her toes tied up with toilet tissue.

"Is it Finn? He could just come over. Are you guys doing something at the park?"

"It's not Finn and it's none of your business!" Puck was starting to get frustrated with his sister's antics.

"Oh come on, Noah. Just tell me and I'll leave you alone. I still have a top coat to do anyway."

Sarah hobbled behind Puck as he walked down the stairs and to the front door.

"A top wha-? I'm going to go meet Kurt, okay? Now I gotta go before I'm late. Don't get into anything. Be safe and all that crap." Puck had opened the door and was standing in the doorway. It had gotten chillier outside so he read for his letterman jacket that hanging on the coat stand by the door. He pulled it on and closed the door, cutting of his sister in the middle of another question.

He sighed and walked to his truck, feeling in his pockets.

"Shit." He cursed as he realized his keys were in the house. Pulling out his phone, he saw that he had enough time to run to the park and still make it there somewhat on time. He wasn't going to go back in and face Sarah's questioning again.

Puck sprinted off down the street, thankful that he had grabbed an extra jacket. The days were still warm, but the nights were getting increasingly colder.

Puck reached the park and began to slow down, scanning the park benches for Kurt. When he didn't see the boy on the benches, he immediately thought that Kurt had already left – or worse – that he had not shown at all. Then, Puck heard the creaking of the swings and he jerked his head to the noise.

Kurt was swinging back and forth on swings and he looked… Puck struggled to find a word to describe how Kurt looked in that moment. Peaceful might work, but Kurt was obviously troubled by something.

"Beautiful."

The word popped into Puck's head before he could stop it. He wanted to deny even thinking it, but he knew it was true. He sighed and jogged over to where Kurt was swinging. He still hadn't noticed that Puck was there until Puck sat down in the swing next to him.

"Oh my, you scared me." Kurt stops his swing and twists it slightly so that he is facing Puck. "I'm glad you met me here. I'm really sorry about what happened today."

"Don't be. I understand." Puck stares off past Kurt, avoiding his gaze. He knows that he is being blunt, but he doesn't want to risk really opening up and having things spilling out. Like feelings.

"Do you, Noah?" Kurt looks skeptically at Puck, questioning him with his eyes.

"Course I do. Look, you didn't have to make me come all the way to the park just to tell me that you don't want to be my friend."

Kurt laughs softly and shakes his head. "Then you don't understand. I want to be your friend. I thought that you didn't want to be friends with me."

"What gave you that idea?" Puck looks directly at Kurt now. He wants to know what he did to make Kurt believe that he didn't want his friendship. Puck thought he was being pretty damn friendly, a little too friendly even, if he thought about it too hard, which he tried not to.

"I….Well…" Kurt trails off and opens and closes his mouth.

Puck raises his eyebrows. "Nothing? So you assumed that I didn't want to be your friend, just because of nothing?"

"Not nothing! Just today. That whole ordeal. Why would you still want to be friends with me after that? I basically dragged you into all of this."

"You didn't drag me into anything. Don't blame yourself for that crap. That's just Santana's bitchiness. And if you didn't notice, I defended your ass. Like a friend. And you're the one who turned the cold shoulder on me." Puck crossed his arms. He sounded to caring for his own personal liking, but he wanted Kurt to know how much that had hurt him.

"I'm sorry. I've been saying that too much lately, but I am."

"Then maybe you should do what you want and stop apologizing."

"Not everyone is you, Noah Puckerman. Some of us actually care about what people think about us."

"That's your problem then. Don't try to please other people, just yourself."

"If only it were that easy."

Puck nods, understanding what Kurt means. He knows that both he and Kurt put on personas at school. Only Puck isn't sure if Kurt knows how deep Puck's persona is, but Puck knows that tonight, both of their guards are down.

"So, we cool, Kurt?"

Puck can see Kurt smile when he uses his name and that makes Puck smile as well.

"Of course. Do you think you can handle being my friend though? I have a lot of drama, as you can see. Plus, if you're seen with me-

"Then everyone will know you're my friend. I can handle it, I'm a badass. We're in Glee together anyway. All of us should be friends. It might help out singing more if we all could get along instead of fighting so much."

Kurt nods and laughs. "That's true. But don't say I didn't warn you. You've officially been signed on into the Kurt Hummel Friendship Experience."

"That makes it sound like some kiddie ride, man."

"It's the ride of a lifetime, thank you very much."

"Alright then. I guess I'm signed on then."

Kurt holds his fist up and Puck stares at him for a while, confused. He thinks he knows what Kurt wants him to do, but he can't believe it and he won't do it.

"Do you want me to bump your fist?"

"Yes! I'm not so out of touch with the basis of male bonding."

Puck can't help but laugh. "Apparently you are. No one fist bumps anymore, except for Finn. Which is where I'm guessing you got it from."

Kurt lowers his fist slowly and looks rejected. "Yeah…"

Seeing Kurt's face fall makes Puck's stomach clench tight. Damn. His mind is on high alert and before he can think to hard about what he's doing and why, he holds his pinky out.

It's Kurt turn to stare confusingly.

"Your pinky? Now fist bumping may be outdated, put pinky linking? Pinky promises are –"

"Timeless, man. I've seen you link pinkies with Mercedes, don't try to hide it. And I pinky promise with my sister all the time. It can be like a pact or something. A friendship pact."

Puck wants to smack himself in the head. Did he really just say that?

The smile he sees on Kurt's face makes it worth it though. Kurt locks pinkies with Puck and they hold on for a few moments before releasing.

"That was cheesier than the fist bumping." Kurt says in a matter of fact tone.

Puck shrugs. He could care less right now. His pinky feels like it's on fire and the warmth is radiating through the rest of his body. Just because of that simple touch. It's probably just the two jackets that he has on though.

Kurt obviously isn't feeling the same heat that Puck is however, as he sees him shiver as the wind blows.

"Where's your jacket at?"

"I left it at the house. I didn't know it was going to be this cold out. It's been warm all day!"

"How long have you been living in Lima?" Puck chuckles as he takes off his jacket and hands it to Kurt. "Here, put this on. Can't have you freezing to death on my watch."

Kurt hurriedly grabs at Puck's jacket and throws it on himself. "Thank you." He sighs in relief at the heat of the jacket.

"Better?"

"Much." Kurt leans back on the swing and starts pump back and forth, swinging higher and higher.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm swinging! What does it look like I'm doing?"

Puck shakes his head, but then stands up and starts to push Kurt's swing to help him get even higher. He can't help but laugh as he sees Kurt reach his arms out, almost as if he is trying to reach the stars that have come out while they were talking.

"Higher, Noah!"

Puck was full out grinning now. Kurt was so… adorable. He was letting loose and acting like a little kid. It was amusing to Puck, in a good way. He pushed Kurt higher, until he thought Kurt was going to fall out or hurt himself. He let the swing come to a stop before grabbing the chains again, laughing.

"You are such a little kid."

"You're one to talk, Mr. Pinky Promises." Kurt leans back his neck so he is looking at Puck's face. Puck gazes at him for awhile and the moment feels so perfect. Puck dips his head lower, closer to Kurt's, for a moment, then stands back up completely.

Did he just do what he thinks he did? Puck shakes his head.

"I gotta go. Sarah's at home by herself.

Kurt nods, quiet now. "Alright. See you tomorrow?"

Puck's lips curl up into a soft smile. "Yeah." He turns to walk away and has made it to the edge of the park before he hears Kurt calling him.

"Noah! Your letterman jacket!"

Puck turns around to see Kurt running to catch up with him, shrugging out of the red and white leather jacket.

"You're going to freeze on your way home. Keep it until tomorrow."

Kurt stares up quizzically at Puck. "Are you sure?"

"Uh huh. You can't walk home without a jacket when it's this cold out. You'll get sick or something."

"Thanks." Kurt puts Puck's jacket back on and wraps his arms around his body. "Okay, let me go home before I turn into an icicle." Kurt smiles and backs away, not turning his body for a moment. He waves and calls out "See you tomorrow!" before turning and skipping off in the direction of his house.

Puck can feel his mind turning and his stomach fluttering, but he pushes everything away as he runs back home. He refuses to think about anything tonight.

Before long, he's back home and inside his room, lying down on his bed.

Sarah walks into his room a little while later and lies down next to him.

"Sooooo…?" She questions nosily.

"So what? Why aren't you in bed."

"Couldn't sleep. Can I sleep with you again?"

"Another nightmare?"

Sarah rolls over closer to him and he can feel her nodding.

"Fun with Kurt?" Sarah asks sleepily.

Puck doesn't answer for a while, even though he knows the answer is yes. Definitely yes.

"Yeah. I did."

"Good." Sarah is mumbling now, she is basically asleep, but that doesn't stop her from lifting her head up and looking at Puck and nodding.

"You look like you had fun." She collapses back down and is sleep in a matter of moments.

Puck frowns, He looks like he had fun? What is it with the women of his family thinking they could read him like a book?

Sighing, Puck readjusts himself on the bed. Who is he kidding, he knows that they can. Like some six sense, just for telling what is on Puck's mind. Maybe one day they could tell Puck what was going on, because he hardly seemed to know anymore.

Puck lay in bed, pushing thoughts out of his mind until he finally dozed off to sleep, dreaming of stars, swings, and pinky promises.