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Lyrics are in italics song is 'Disturbia' by Rhianna

Chapter 11-Going Crazy Now

Striking his ending pose along with Quinn and Sam, Kurt smiled in satisfaction at their neat rehearsal before Sam fell into a bout of giggles. The blonde boy dropped to his knees on the floor, actually banging his fists with laughter. Kurt and Quinn looked to each other with raised eyebrows before moving to sit on the chairs.

"I think he was dropped on his head at birth." Quinn said seriously as Kurt took a gulp of water before passing the bottle to her.

"He is very unusual." Kurt agreed as Sam continued to cackle. "But I like him, though I'm beginning to suspect he's part hyena."

Finally, Sam's laughter subsided and he stood up acting as calm and collect as ever, as though he hadn't just had a giggle fit on the floor.

"That went well." Sam commented crossing the room and dropping into the seat beside Quinn. "I think we're ready to perform to the rest of the Glee club."

"You're not gonna break out in a giggle fit after the real performance are you?" Quinn asked. "Because if you do, I will have to dump you for being such an embarrassment."

"Fine." Sam replied uncaringly. "I'll just date Kurt instead." He reached over Quinn's lap and tugged Kurt's arm before pulling him over into his lap and wrapping his arms around him. "You love me right? I don't embarrass you; you'll stand by me through the humiliation that is highschool."

"Sorry Sam." Kurt apologised patting his head. "You're not my type."

He moved off of the other boy's lap and Sam placed his hand over his heart with a look of mock hurt over his face.

"Anyway," Quinn said as she moved so that she was sitting in Kurt's lap. "During these rehearsals Kurt has come to realise just how wonderful a woman I am. I'm afraid I must inform you that we've been cheating behind your back."

"Is that true, Kurt?" Sam asked sounding betrayed.

"I'm afraid so, Samuel." Kurt sighed hugging Quinn close. "Thanks to Quinn, I now know who I truly am. It may be hard for you to accept, but I am a straight man now. I do hope this won't affect our friendship."

Sam made to respond, but he wasn't able to keep up the pretence. He let out a snort of laughter before stealing a kiss from Quinn.

"Oh, I gotta run." Quinn announced as she looked to the clock for the time. "If I'm late for Cheerio's practice Coach Sylvester will no doubt do something terrible. Call me later." She said to Sam giving him a final peck to the lips before picking up her things and waggling her fingers in a gesture of farewell as she elegantly swept from the room.

"My girlfriend is so cool." Sam stated as he watched her leave.

"And I'm sure Quinn would appreciate that comment more if your eyes were not glued to her buttocks while you said it." Kurt replied.

"How are things with you and Puck?" Sam asked instantly changing the topic and acting more serious than he had been all day.

"Care to be more specific?" Kurt questioned not sure what Sam was really asking.

"You're hanging with Santana a lot again." Sam pointed out. "Whispering together like you're planning out evil schemes."

"They're not evil." Kurt defended. "Just a little devious and manipulative. Besides, my… not quite friendship with Santana has nothing to do with one Noah Puckerman."

"That's what all your plans are about though right?" Sam asked. "That slutty outfit you wore the other week, the sleepover, it was all for him wasn't it?"

"Not exactly." Kurt replied, after all, it was about trying to get Santana back with Brittany as much as it was about him losing his virginity to Puck. "Look, I know what I'm doing Sam. Just trust me."

"I do." Sam answered. "But I'm not sure I trust Puck and I definitely don't trust Santana."

"She isn't as wretched as she pretends to be." Kurt defended. "You just have to get to know her a little better."

"Kurt, be straight with me here." Sam told him.

"I can't, I'm gay." Kurt responded quickly.

"Ha, ha." Sam replied dryly. "Honestly buddy, what are you planning here?"

"You'll just tell me I'm being foolish." Kurt accused with a sigh. "You'll try and convince me not to do it."

"Then I'm guessing it is something foolish that you shouldn't be doing." Sam said looking disapproving.

"Considering you've had your tongue down my throat the big brother act is a little inappropriate." Kurt told him.

"I'm not trying to act all big brother." Sam said. "You've got Finn for that. I'm just trying to look out for my friend."

"And I appreciate it." Kurt replied. "I do, but please, just stay out of it."

"Only if you tell me what you're doing." Sam compromised.

"That's not fair." Kurt argued. "If I tell you then you'll try and stop me."

"And if you don't tell me I'm gonna tell Finn." Sam said. "Or maybe I'll go speak to Puck, or your dad."

"I really hate you right now." Kurt huffed realising he had no choice. "Just try not to freak out ok? And don't you dare lecture me about what I should or shouldn't do."

Sam nodded in acceptance as he waited for Kurt to tell him what was going on. At first, Kurt toyed with the idea of fabricating a lie that would get Sam off his back, but he failed to think of anything convincing. So he opted to tell his friend the truth, hoping that he would take the news well. He talked him through everything, from the day when he and Santana had walked out of class, through Kurt backing out of their arrangement, to the kiss that didn't happen in the car and to telling Santana he was back in the game.

As he finished telling Sam all there was for him to know, Kurt waited with bated breath for Sam's response. For a long while, Sam was simply quiet as he processed the new information, his eyes fixed to the floor. Each second of silence only increased Kurt's nerves.

"This doesn't sound like the Kurt I know." Sam finally said.

"I know I'm gay, Sam." Kurt replied. "But I'm still a guy, I think about sex just as much as you do."

"Yeah, I get that." Sam answered. "But are you really so desperate you want to lose it to Puck? What's so bad about waiting till you find the right guy? Someone who you care about and who cares about you too."

"I'm a virgin, Sam, not a moron." Kurt told him. "I've long accepted my first time will not be perfect. I'm sure very few people are fortunate enough to get it perfectly right first time. I know Finn's first time with Santana wasn't what he hoped it would be, and Quinn obviously regrets her first time."

"And her first time was with Puck." Sam reminded him. "Surely that should tell you to stay away."

"I can't get pregnant so the consequences will not be so serious." Kurt shrugged.

"Well what about Artie and Brittany?" Sam asked. "And Tina and Mike? They're your friends."

"I know." Kurt sighed. "And I'm not looking to hurt them."

"But you're going to." Sam told him. "If you keep up all this plotting craziness with Santana then you are going to hurt them. And if you chase after Puck you're gonna get hurt as well. There's nothing to say any of your plans will even work. You might only cause more problems."

"I have given all of this a lot of thought Sam." Kurt replied. "I've considered all the possible ways this could blow up in my face."

"And you're really willing to risk all that just to get laid?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"I'm tired of being a virgin." Kurt mumbled pathetically.

Once again, Sam stayed quiet for some time obviously in deep thought. Just when Kurt was considering leaving, Sam rummaged in his bag for a scrap of paper and a pen. He pulled out his cell phone and copied a number down onto the paper before handing it to Kurt. Looking down, Kurt saw the name 'Blaine' written in Sam's untidy scrawl.

"Call him." Sam advised. "I'll be there for the first meeting if you want. Just see if you guys like each other. Then maybe you could do the whole sex thing the right way, with a boyfriend. Just think about it."

Kurt nodded in acceptance and tucked the fragment of paper neatly away.

XXX

"Blaine?" Santana read aloud as Kurt showed her the slip of paper with the boy's number on it. "What kind of sissy ass name is that?"

"Sam used to go to school with him." Kurt told her. "They were lab partners."

"So?" Santana asked not seeing the point.

"He's gay." Kurt answered.

"And so's Elton John." Santana replied with disinterest. "That doesn't mean you want to get in his pants. For all we know this Blaine could be a total dog. Anyway, whether he's good-looking or not, or rich, smart, witty and oh so annoyingly perfect, he'll never be as good a fuck as Puck."

"But what if this Blaine guy is totally right for me?" Kurt asked her. "Maybe he and I could really have something."

"Or maybe he's a total loser not worth your time." Santana said. "Seriously, you don't know anything about this guy. That'd be like hooking up with someone you met over the internet, capital D dumb."

"Sam knows him." Kurt said. "And I'm not expecting to fall madly in love with him or anything, but it might be nice, meeting someone else like me. I think I'd like to have a gay friend."

"So go make nice with Karofsky." Santana shrugged.

"A gay friend who isn't afraid to be himself." Kurt clarified.

"Fine." Santana sighed. "Call this dork up and arrange a picnic or whatever it is you gays do. But you're not meeting him on your own. I'm gonna be there."

"What?" Kurt spluttered. "You'll scare him away. Could I not just have Sam accompany me?"

"Fine Sam too." Santana relented. "But not Quinn."

"Agreed." Kurt nodded pulling out his cell phone and shakily typing in Blaine's number. "Ok help me, what should I say?"

XXX

Not many people liked Puck's mother, but then, Puck's mother didn't like many people. Santana however, she did like Puck's mum. They never sat around together drinking coffee and gossiping about their day or anything, but they got on well enough.

For the most part, people's parents didn't like Santana. Mothers tended to eye her with disapproval for her style of dress and open flirtation. Fathers were awkward around her because of her sex appeal, viewing her as jail bait.

It wasn't like that with Puck's mum. She didn't sneer at whatever Santana was or wasn't wearing, didn't lecture her about boys, sex and responsibility. If Santana was ever around, then she was welcome, not with open arms or anything but welcome nonetheless.

They never bothered with small talk; they preferred to just focus on the T.V, quietly appreciating one another's company. If she was still there around dinner time, then a fourth plate would be fixed for Santana.

On that particular night, Santana found herself sat around the Puckerman table along with Puck, his mum and little sister. The four of them stabbed at their slightly burnt food, shovelling it down as if they had been starving for weeks. Puck and his sister used their fingers to pick up their food before eating it. Most families would reprimand such actions, particularly when a guest was joining them, but it wasn't like that in the Puckerman household. As long as you didn't eat bacon in front of Mrs Puckerman, then you could eat whatever way you pleased.

When they'd all cleared their plates, they loaded the dirty cutlery and crockery onto the draining board by the sink. The pile was really mounting up, obviously not having been cleaned for some time. As Mrs Puckerman headed back to the living room and Sarah, Puck's sister, headed to her bedroom, Santana whacked Puck round the back of the head and bullied him into helping her wash up.

"Hummel told me what happened." Santana informed him as she handed him a newly washed plate to dry.

"So." Puck shrugged knowing that she was referring to the not a kiss in the car incident.

"So why didn't you kiss him?" Santana asked.

"Didn't feel like it." Puck replied.

"Fair enough." Santana accepted his answer. "Why were you following him around the mall?"

"Had nothing better to do." Puck told her. "He trying to get in my pants again? With your expert guidance of course." He asked.

"No." Santana lied. "He has his sights set on someone else."

"You're bluffing." Puck said.

"Not." Santana replied splashing some water at him. He hit her with the dry cloth in retaliation. "His name is Blaine." She continued.

"Blaine?" Puck sneered as he repeated the name. "Sounds like a loser."

"I don't think he is." Santana smirked. "Sam used to go to school with him."

"Then he's definitely a loser." Puck decided. "I suppose this Blaine has a huge mouth too."

"I doubt and gay guy would object to a boy with a large mouth." Santana said. "Hummel certainly seemed to enjoy making out with Sam, remember that?" She smirked again as Puck focused way too much attention on the plate he was drying. "And since this Blaine goes to a posh all boy school, he must be rich and ever so intelligent, two qualities anyone would want in a potential love interest."

"So he's a nerd, like I give a fuck." Puck interjected.

"And he's the lead singer for their Glee club." Santana informed him. "So he must be pretty talented. It sounds to me like Hummel and Blaine could really hit it off. They're going to meet up this weekend. If things go well, then this Blaine loser might be lucky enough to take dear Hummel's sweet virginity."

"Not a chance." Puck said confidently.

"Oh really?" She asked with a raised eyebrow passing him another clean plate. "And why is that?"

"Because Finn and Rachel won't allow it." Puck answered. "A relationship with an opposing team is out of the question, especially after that Jesse shit from last year."

"Sure there's nothing else?" Santana pressed drying her hands before hoisting herself onto the kitchen counter. "A little bit of jealousy perhaps?"

"I've got no reason to be jealous, Santana." Puck told her stepping between her legs and resting his hands at her waist.

"There's something you're not telling me." Santana accused looping her arms over his neck and bringing their foreheads together.

"Well we all have our secrets." Puck replied briefly taking her bottom lip between her teeth before stepping completely away from her. "Now I think it's time for you to leave."

"Fine." Santana huffed jumping down and strutting past him. "But just so you know, Hummel and Blaine will officially meet this Saturday at 1pm outside the local movie theatre. Sam and I will be there too."

"Out." Puck said gruffly pulling the front door open.

"Sleep tight, Puckerman." Santana told him placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Don't let the bed bugs bite. And watch out for the closet monster." She added just before he slammed the door in her face.

XXX

"What's wrong with me?" Kurt asked breathily. "Why do I feel like this?" He stood between Sam and Quinn and the two blondes places their hands on his head and directed it in a circle. "I'm going crazy now…"

The three separated and Quinn sang solo to their audience as Sam and Kurt moved around her.

"No more gas, in the rev, can't even get it started

Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it

On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it

Feels like I'm going insane, yeah…"

She dropped to her knees and shook her hair about before jumping back to her feet as Kurt and Sam took over the vocals.

"It's a thief in the night to come and grab you…" They sang together as all three of them moved about the audience clutching hold of one of the member's arms. "It can creep up inside you and consume you, a disease of the mind, it can control you…"

"It's too close for comfort…" Kurt sang as he straddled Puck's lap, his hand dancing from Puck's mohawk, down his neck then down his chest before he moved away heading back to the performance space with Sam and Quinn.

"Put on your brake lights," Quinn sang. "You're in the city of wonder, ain't gonna place nice, watch out you might just go under…" She crawled on her hands and knees through Kurt and Sam's legs. "Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered, so if you must falter be wise…"

"Your mind's in disturbia…" They all sang, Kurt looking right at Puck. "It's like the darkness is light…" The lights flickered on and off, momentarily leaving them in darkness before bringing them into light again. "Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight? Disturbia, ain't used to what you like, disturbia, disturbia…"

Throughout the song, Kurt kept making eyes at Puck, looking at him through his eyelashes in just the way that Santana had educated him. Sitting beside Puck, an amused Santana noticed how Puck gazed right back, his eyes fixed on Kurt's every move.

To Be Continued

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