A/N – Reviews. eaglegirl1202 – YAYAYAYAY! I missed you : ) and yeah, to be in his arms, isn't it every gleeks dream? nellie12 – Lol'ed at the Mrs. Nell comment, I totally didn't even realized that! And this comment "epic chapter is epic" yeah, I loved it. I read it to my parents I was so excited lol. Sk – AAHH back to you! Good luck tomorrow and Friday! Love to you! Aledda – Yes, the pep talk was my favorite part of the whole chapter! And congrats for figuring the Dalton out, you know your Blaine well. Frelise – your. Comments. Get. Me. every. TIME! Haha, "Shakes the computer" if only we could do that on some stories! Anyway, I gotta finish this so I can update, *skips off* hehe.

Song in this chapter is "The sun will rise" by Ms. Kelly Clarkson! Link here, as before, type in youtube, put a space, and then copy/paste this, .com/watch?v=5DsU6Ws5Qd4

P&B Chapter 12

(BLAINE)

I opened my eyes to find myself staring at a brick wall glowing many different colors. Huh, that's strange. This isn't my room. Maybe I'm still sleeping? I pondered this for a few seconds before I realized another fact. There's an arm around my waist! And that's when yesterday's memories come flooding back in. You'd think that that would be a pretty bad way to start your day right? All those memories of a bad breakup and self esteem issues coming back to you. But there was one thought that prevailed above them all. Although I may have remembered everything with Kurt, It wasn't even remotely the most pressing thought in my head.

Because I just realized whose arms were around me. I immediately become aware of many things at once. We are both in a bed together. We slept in that bed all night. He most likely held me all night. He's right behind me. And hey, I'm a gay teenage boy, so it's not my fault I'm hyper aware of that being lightly pressed up against my butt. And the fact that I consider him to have a body of a god doesn't help to keep my excitement level manageable.

Maybe this is just a dream. A really sexy dream. I pinch myself and I can feel it. OKgood. Of course I don't want this to be a dream.

I want to turn around and hug his body, be face to face with him and maybe watch him sleep. But I'd also take my current position any day over accidentally waking him – at least for a little while. I snuggle closer to him (and OK yep now there's definitely some touching going on down there) and settle in. That small move has him mirror my action unconsciously and he pulls me in tighter.

He's breathing lightly into my ear, and the warmth has my stomach doing flips. His hands are close to my belly button, and there twitching slightly, rubbing against my skin. The flips in my stomach pick up the tempo. But I'm still most aware of what's being pressed up against my backside.

Sometime last week, Santana had somehow gotten onto the subject of sex while we were doing psychology homework in her room. She mentioned Puck casually and I couldn't help but question her further. She laughed at the blush that covered my face when I asked this, but my embarrassment was worth the answer. According to her, Puck easily took the cake for most… umm, endowed, at the school. She also said that he could do things to her that still makes her shudder thinking about them. A string of six orgasms was the record, and I remember my mouth dropping open when she said this.

And she was certainly right. He wasn't even hard, yet I could feel a large bump of soft organ coming through his sweatpants. That's quite a feat. I didn't even want to think what the bump would feel like if he was aroused.

All the heat became too much and I decided to turn around. I did it carefully and as quietly as possible. Within 5 seconds, I was face to face with a sleeping Noah Puckerman. After about 45 seconds I gasped a little and sucked in air. Holy shit! I literally wasn't breathing! The fact that just looking at his sleeping face was enough to take my breath away scared me.

I lift up my hand and touch his lips. They're rough, a little chapped, and perfect. I brush his check and trace his eyebrows. I gently run my hand down and through his mohawk, and then return my hand to his chest. He's breathing deeply and his hands are still twitching. It feels amazing, but it also is starting to feel wrong. I don't know how we became so close, but he's probably the closest friend I've ever had. He's a straight teenage boy who held me for hours while I cried last night, and then while I slept. Suddenly I feel dirty with the actions I had just performed. Tracing his face and watching him sleep is no way to repay him for everything he's done for me. Actually, he would probably have freaked out.

I carefully untangle myself from him and slide off the mattress. Which, I must add, was one of my better ideas. I knew the second I got in the car to go to Dalton that I would be spending the night. And I also knew where Jeff kept his spare room key. So within ten minutes of arriving I was all settled down in Mrs. Nell's room. And that was when the water works hit.

Ugh I don't want to think about that. I stood up on the carpet floor and did a few stretches. I then checked my phone to see the time, which was 10:17. Deciding that it was time to get going, I kneeled down beside the mattress and shook Puck. I shook him once. And then a second time. On the third try, I shook him a lot harder then I meant to. He jumped awake and practically bounded off the bed, and I had to step away quickly before I got a punch thrown at me. He looked a little delirious when he settled down and looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sorry, but you wouldn't wake the first two times."

He relaxes and then grunts/shrugs. He looks at me closer and adds "You look like shit."

And there's the old Puck. I smiled and also shrugged. "Yeah well you should have seen me last night. I cried a tinsy bit."

He laughs and adds, "Too bad I missed that, I don't think I could picture what you look like crying."

I roll my eyes and brush past him to the other side of the bed. "Enough sarcasm, help me move this bed."

"Move it to where?" he asks as he squats down and picks up his side. We make sure all the sheets are on it and that there were none of our possessions in it before I start to walk backwards, taking the lead.

"To my friend's room. I sort of broke into it last night."

"Yeah, congrats on the skills dude. I was kind of proud when I realized all the stuff you went through to get to this classroom."

"Oh because you're something like the king of crimes?"

"Something like that."

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After we returned the bed to Jeff's room (and took the sheets off and left a note explaining what happened) and went back and tidied up Mrs. Nell's room, we headed to the parking lot. Not much was said about the night before, just joking things like the whole crying fiasco. He never brought up what would posses him to hold me for so long, and I didn't bring it up either. It sort of became a mutual understanding that what happened was the biggest test of friendship ever, and that it was going to stay between us. At least that's what I had thought. I mean why else wouldn't he bring it up unless he just wanted the past to be the past?

Seeing as we drove separately to get here, we had to drive that same way back. We did, however, decide to stop halfway to get some lunch. The food was good, but the conversation was better. We talked awhile about Mrs. Nell, and what some of my best memories of her was. Then we talked about Dalton itself and what made it so amazing. Finally we talked forever about my Dalton friends; starting with Jeff, and then ending with Nick.

Even though the conversation was awesome, (seriously I laughed my ass off when Puck talked shit about the painting's hanging around Dalton) I couldn't help but to realize that so much was going unsaid. Everything we talked about (Mrs. Nell, Dalton, and Jeff) were all miniscule topics compared to last night, and I found myself wondering why we were dancing around the bigger picture. I wondered a bit why he didn't ask me about Kurt, and if I was doing better today, but then I figured he probably just didn't want to trigger something.

We walked out of the diner and to our respective cars, which were parked next to each other. He leaned against his and I got the cue to lean against mine. He looks at me and I'm startled to see how different he looks. The fun loving, joking, badass Puck who was just making me laugh my eyes out five minutes ago is replaced with somebody much more serious.

"Now you're not going to bail on me and ditch your house again tonight, right? Because that shit was fucked up the first time. And I don't want to have to drag my ass around town looking for you again."

I roll my eyes at his choice of words. I guess "fucked up" pretty much described last night, though. "Nope," I say back enthusiastically. "I'm going to be a good little boy and be where I'm supposed to be."

He grins and nods, and then asks, "Where is that exactly?"

"Where am I supposed to be tonight? I guess nowhere, really. I'll probably just end up sitting down and try catching up on Grey's Anatomy."

He rolls his eyes at me and I can't help but to grin. Straight boys are so funny.

"Whatever," He starts. He walks around his car hood and then opens his car door. "Well if you want a distraction tonight, call me. If not, then I guess I'll see you around." He starts to get into his truck and I realize I haven't properly thanked him yet. I bound off my car door and run to his window. He rolls it down when he sees me there and gives me a questioning, "Yes?"

"Well before you go…" Oh God this is awkward. How do I thank somebody for… well everything he did. "Just, thank you. If you wouldn't have been there…well then... I don't know."

He nods and starts his car.

"It was my pleasure."

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I needn't have been worried about coming home that day. Instead of my parents scolding me for my rash actions and secrecy, they decided that what I needed more was sympathy and comfort. I tried to tell them I was fine, but they wouldn't take that as an answer. They had given me just an hour to shower/pack before we departed for one of my favorite places in the world; my cousins cabin in northern Ohio.

I knew what they were doing from the start. Trying to keep me distracted and busy while I "grieved", but really people I was fine. Not that I didn't mind going to my cousins cabin. I still had an awesome time just lounging around and hanging with my two cousins. They quite obviously had been pre informed of the situation, and I found I didn't mind as they tried to make me as happy as possible. Between the nightly campfires, swimming in the (rather cold) lake, and bunkering down in front of the lodge's TV, thoughts of Kurt were almost nonexistent from my mind.

Almost.

There were always those few minutes when I'd be by myself and I would unconsciously let my mind wonder. I didn't feel as depressed as I had back in Mrs. Nell's room – just really, really angry. I don't know when I decided it, whether it was before the break-up, during the night of, or sometime during my stay here at the cabin, but I knew that Kurt and I were most likely not going to make it through this as friends. He cut me a little too deep, deeper than I think anybody has cut me before. I don't know if this cut will ever heal fully, but I do know that even if it does, there will always be that scar. And that's enough right there to never become friends with Kurt again.

I had always thought the same thing as Kurt entered my thoughts. Without a doubt, Noah Puckerman was the best way to calm me down. Remembering that night gave me strength to continue on my day and put on my happy face for my family. And really it was only a "happy face" for about an hour, and then I was back to the semi-bliss that this cabin brought me.

Apart from doing my job of "grieving," (which translated to I could lounge around and do absolutely nothing and not feel guilty) I was constantly in a text conversation with Puck. It was always little things, like him making sure I was still doing good, and me telling him the various things I was doing. I also used him as my messenger man. My parents had decided that we could stay up at the cabin till Monday afternoon, which resulted in me skipping school. Dad called me in sick of course, but I told Puck to tell the Glee Club the truth so they didn't worry about me.

I was so relieved when he texted me on Monday morning to notify me of Kurt's absence from school. I had been worried that the whole school would view me as a coward (something I didn't need when I was already new) for not being able to face my ex. Now that I knew Kurt skipped too, people wouldn't think I wasn't strong enough to face him. Cause I am! Yep, come tomorrow morning and I'll be able to walk right pass him and not even care. At least I will if I have Puck within eyesight of myself.

So all in all, I had a pretty good weekend. My parents succeeded in keeping me distracted and happy for the most part and I got to skip a day's worth of school. I almost wanted to beg for us to stay an additional day, but I just couldn't. There was somebody I had to see, and that couldn't wait another day. Forget Kurt, I can handle him. But Puck…..well, that's a mind fuck all in itself.

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I was pretty nervous walking into the school on Tuesday morning. I was pretty sure that the entire school knew of Kurt and my break-up by now, I just didn't know how they would react. Under normal circumstances, whispers and stares would follow the two halves of a nasty breakup wherever they went. Would that change because Kurt and I were gay? I had no idea, and that was something I wasn't the most excited to face.

It was with my head held high that I walked through the school doors. Walking down the main hallway and turning left at the science hall, (where my locker was) I didn't spot a single whisper or stare or point of a finger come my way. I saw a few glances (was that sympathy?) from a group of cheerios, but apart from that, my journey to my locker went unhindered.

I had only been there for about 30 seconds when two bodies leaned against the lockers on either side of me. Looking up, I saw that Puck and Santana had surrounded me and were smiling identical dumbass smiles. They were infections, and I was soon wearing my first smile of the day.

I must have been staring because Santana clears he throat and mumbles, "I'm here too, you know."

I jump slightly and shift my gaze away from him. Turning to face Santana seems like the safer choice right now. If I'm going to want to carry on this conversation, it will have to be with somebody I can actually concentrate on what they're saying. Not on how beautiful they are. Or their muscles.

"So, man-perm, here's the game plan. Either Puckerman or I will be escorting you wherever you go today. Because A, you need to be associated with the coolest people here at the school now that you'll be looking for a new social group, and B, I wouldn't put it past Karofsky to be out for your blood."

"I see…" Slightly confused, I turn back to Puck, who's still giving me that dopey-ass grin. "I thought you guys were my friend group?"

Puck nods and says, "We are." I wait for him to continue but he doesn't. Right, so "we are" is supposed to fully relieve me of my confusion as to why they just said they were my friend group, yet I'm still searching for a new one.

"Let me finish your train of thought there, Pucktard," Santana starts aggressively. "We're friends in our own little circle. But to the student body, you were and I think still are considered to be in with the Glee losers. Now it's time to faze you out and introduce you to the life of popularity."

It clicks what they're saying, but I don't necessarily like it. "No offense guys, but I'm not sure I want to chill with your other crowd. Save for the ones in Glee, the Cheerios and the athletes don't seem like people I want to be friends with." I don't want to hurt their feelings, as they're obviously trying to help me out. But at the same time, I doubt I could ever be friends with gay-bashers and people that just partied all, all, the time. Luckily for me, they aren't offended in the least.

"Of course you don't," Santana starts, before Puck finishes her sentence.

"We usually don't even want to!"

Santana takes lead again, "And neither do you. You just need to be associated with us and you'll be fine. You can still hang and be with the Glee kids, but now you'll be under the protection of popularity."

"And that's like a fucking titanium shield."

Finally I understand what they're saying. I need a new friend group. I don't even need to associate with some (most) of the losers in it, I just needed to be recognized as a part of it. Now that I know what they're talking about I'm all for it. People like Puck, Santana, Brittany, Sam, Mike, and maybe even Finn never get any shit from the rest of the school. I could get used to that.

With that I agreed to their little social quest, and we set out for first hour. They talked happily on either side of me, and I could tell that their idea was already taking effect through the school. I can only imagine what was going through their heads. "Did you see that? That new kid Anderson was walking between Puckerman and Lopez!"

Well this isn't so bad.

During my first hour (AP Bio), Mercedes slid into the spot next to me. I was prepared for this; as she had sat there the entire year. But today was, unsurprisingly, a little different. It was awkward from when she entered the room, awkward as she made her way to our lab table, and awkward as she sat down.

Now as most of my friends (the kids in Glee) were good friends with both Kurt and I, I knew things were going to be tense. I had decided up at the cabin that I would simply let them choose how to react. I wouldn't push. I wouldn't pull. I wouldn't try to brainwash them to believing that what I said Friday was the truth. I would of course talk about it if they asked, or if I had to defend myself. They could decide who to believe, and they could decide who to stand by. Following this new rule, I waited for Mercedes to make the first move. And she did, practically seconds after sitting down on the stool and facing me.

"Blaine, I…" She doesn't know what to say, but I can already tell whose side she's going to be on. "I just want you know that I'm so sorry for what he did to you. You deserve so much more…"

Truth is written all over her face, and I'm extremely grateful for it. Tears tickle my eyes, and it's not because I'm reminded of what Kurt did to me. It's because my friends (or at least this one) decided to side with me. I initiate the hug, and it feels good to be close to her.

Throughout that hour we were constantly sending notes back and forth. She's asking me when and how I knew, and I was filling her in. Once she's caught up, I ask what her reaction was at the time on Friday. Predictably, she said she was shocked and scared that what I said was true. I then asked why she believes me now, and once we start our lab, we continue the conversation in a low whisper.

"Everybody in Glee knows the truth," She starts, as she pins a needle with the word "Heart" over the dissected frog. "I personally knew it was the truth when I confronted Kurt at his house on Saturday. God now that was a conversation worth remembering." I nodded along as I correctly pined "Lungs" over the lungs.

Mercedes continued, "I mean, he was just nasty. He yelled at me for coming over and then I yelled back asking why I wouldn't have come over. And then he's all like 'you just want to know some dirty gossip' and I was all like 'boy, I thought I'd come see if you were OK ' And then he goes 'I'm sure, and it would just be an added bonus if you got some fucking dirt!' Of course I'm paraphrasing all this but it went on for a while like that until I finally left. But that wasn't till I found out who was hiding up in his room. I stormed past him and banged his door open, and there he was. He stopped talking once I saw, and then I just left."

All I could get out was a "wow," but Mercedes didn't really need me to contribute to the conversation. She kept going as I was searching for the "Liver" pin.

"So then I texted everybody and asked them if we could meet at the Lima Bean an hour before school yesterday. I filled everybody in and they were all pretty shocked to. It wasn't really a surprise that Kurt wasn't at school yesterday, or today for that matter. And Puck told us all about the cabin and your extra day, so we didn't really worry."

She finally stops and puts the final pin ("bladder") on our frog. We sit down on the stools at our lab table and wait for the teacher to come inspect our work. I take this opportunity to talk. "Thank you so much Mercedes...for telling everybody… and sticking by me."

Her face turns soft and she grabs and holds my hands on the table. After a few quiet seconds, she whispers, "How have you been doing?"

I had been waiting for this question for awhile now, and I had the answer memorized. After all, I was most likely going to be giving this answer a lot today.

"I'm honestly doing fine. Obviously I'm not having the time of my life these days, but I'm certainly not depressed. I'm not even that sad. I'm just doing OK."

She nods and tells me to hold in there and a bunch of other inspirational stuff. I tune her out after awhile. Don't get me wrong I love Mercedes, I just don't really want to sit through a "it gets better" talk. She's cut off when the teacher comes over to evaluate our frog. We both smile as we receive full marks, and then the bell rings.

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The rest of the day goes by surprisingly well. I have about five or six more conversations identical to the one I had with Mercedes, between the rest of the Glee Club. Mike and Artie bombard me with their views on things during Calc, Sam during gym, and Quinn and Tina catch me in the halls. All conversations were identical, though. They started with "Hey Blaine, just wanted you to know I know what you said was the truth," progressed to "So how are you doing?" and somehow ending up at hugs. Like, always hugs.

I don't know why, but it always did. Maybe they think I just like hugs, which is odd because I don't think I've ever made it a point to stress the fact that I actually do like them, but that's irrelevant. Maybe it's the situation? Maybe it's the norm when telling your friend that you believe his boyfriend was cheating on him, and that you're on his side, to give him a hug. Or maybe they're just generalizing that all gays need hugs after conversations. I don't know why, and I don't know if I really care either, but the fact stands that I still went through a handful of them. Awkward ones, too.

Like when Sam gave me a one armed "bro hug" around my shoulder in gym. I mean, really? Was that necessary? Or Tina in the hall. I mean I've hardly ever even talked to her, let alone hug her. And she gives pretty awkward hugs. And don't even get me started when Artie asked if he could give me one after his conversation. OR when Will pulled me into an embrace as I left his office. I mean he's a teacher, can he even legally hug me?

There were two exceptions to the hug rule: Rachel and Finn. Rachel decided that she didn't want to have our conversation hindered by anything or anyone, so she pulled me aside during lunch and talked the entire time out in the hallway. She seemed to take it as a personal insult that Kurt would do something like that. She couldn't believe she couldn't see him for what he really was. And she vowed that she was never going to let him do anything bad again. She had pledged her loyalty to me, and then stormed off to go try calling him.

Finn had talked to me between sixth and seventh hour. He awkwardly shuffled his feet as he told me he couldn't believe Kurt's actions, and that even though he was his step brother, that didn't mean he wasn't up for siding against him. He told me he was sorry, and that he wishes me "the best." I didn't exactly know what "the best" meant, but as he walked away I didn't mind not knowing. No awkward hug. Yay!

But what really made the day awesome was Santana, Puck, and sometimes Brittany making good on their promise. I could always count on at least one of them to be waiting outside my door when the bell rang, and sometimes even all three. I know I should feel ridiculous being walked to class by a group of people every hour, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. People were whispering about me, and for once it wasn't for something bad.

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As the bell rang at the end of eight hour, I smiled as I stood up from my desk and started piling my books back into my backpack. It was finally time for Glee, something I missed greatly over the weekend. Once everything was packed up, I ventured out into the hallway, knowing someone was waiting for me. I wasn't disappointed. Puck was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet and had this crazy grin on his face that clearly said something was up.

"What?" I ask, already having a smile on my face. Hey, it was contagious.

He just shrugs and tells me it's time for Glee.

He takes me to my locker, and when we stop I start to hear him humming. I know the song, it's by Kelly Clarkson and I'm wondering how he knows it. He's in a good mood.

"You're humming."

"No I'm not."

"Yeah you were, and it was a Kelly song!"

"No it wasn't."

"But you do admit to humming though."

"I didn't say that."

"Well you said it wasn't a Kelly song, implying that you were humming."

"I don't hum."

I finish exchanging things from my locker and look up at him. He seriously looks like his face is going to split in half from smiling so widely. I roll my eyes and tell him to calm down. He laughs at this and then closes my locker and locks it.

"Ready?"

I respond with a yes and then he motions for me to follow him. It takes me about a minute to realize that we are not heading for the choir room.

"Puck, I don't want to skip Glee practice. I've already missed yeserday's and-"

He cuts me off, "We're not skipping. We're going to the auditorium."

"Oh." The auditorium? I thought we were going to do final decisions for sectionals this week. Shit maybe they chose without me!"

There's nobody there when we arrive. I look around questionably but can't spot anyone. Seeing as practice was supposed to start five minutes ago, it's really weird that nobody else is here. I turn to Puck as he pulls me into an embrace. I'm shocked by it, but my arms still reflexively go around his body. I didn't think it would be such a short time until I got to be in his arms again, but damn, did I really, really miss this.

I have no idea what's bringing on this hug, and really I don't care. How could I care when he's practically smashing me into his body and I'm encased by his muscles? His mouth finds my ear and he breaths out and speaks, as shivers run through me body. "It'll be alright."

All too soon he is pulling away and I look into his eyes. I try to find out what this is about, but he just starts walking backwards and then soon out the door. I'm about to follow him when the lights are switched off and I'm standing alone in darkness. The music and the spotlight comes on at the same time, and I turn toward the stage. A lone Rachel is standing in the center, and I finally realize what's going on.

(Rachel)

I can see the wait there in your eyes
I can feel the thought in your sigh
Your knuckles are bruised from a losing fight
One way down a dead end street
Broken glass underneath your feet
You think the day won't break the sunless night

Two more spotlights appear, and I turn to see Mercedes and Santana coming up from opposite ends of the auditorium. It's kind of like what Rachel and Finn did during Faithfully, but this time both parties are singing to me.

(Mercedes)

The sun will riiisee
The sun will riiisee

(Santana)

When you've lost your lights

(Mercedes)

The sun will riissee

(Santana and Mercedes)

It'll be alright

It'll be alright

They make it to the top of the stage as Artie, Sam and Quinn come out from the sides.

(Artie)

I've been stuck in a storm before

(Quinn)

Felt the wind raging at my door

(Sam)

Couldn't move, couldn't breathe, Couldn't find a way out

(Artie)

Somehow my clouds disappeared

(Quinn)

Somehow I made it here

(Sam)

Maybe just so you could hear me say

During this time, the members on stage had created a type of wall. They break away from it to reveal Finn, Tina, Britney and Mike who do a little dance step forward to sing the second chorus. Wow, is all I can think. They did all of this for me…

(Finn, Tina, Britney, and Mike)

The sun will riissee

The sun will riissee (Santana: The sun will rise)

When you've lost your lights

The sun will riissee

It'll be alright (Mercedes: It'll be alright)

It'll be alright

It'll be alright

It'll be alright

(New Directions minus Puck)

Although you can't see it
So hard to believe it
Sometimes you just need a little faith
(Rachel: All you need is a little faith)

There's an answer to your prayer
And I swear that there'll come a day yeahh

They all move away from the center for a second time to reveal Puck, who slowly glides forward. Everybody had sounded perfect during this performance, yet somehow, Puck stole the whole thing by just being there.

(Puck)

The sun will riiisee
The sun will riiisee
(Santana: The sun will rise)
The sun will riiisee (Brittany: The sun will rise)
The sun will riiisee
Yeahhh

(New Directions)

The sun will rise
The sun will rise
The sun will rise

It'll be alright
(New Direction Guys) It'll be alright (New Direction Girls) Eeyeaheeyeah
(New Direction Guys) It'll be alright (New Direction Girls) Eeyeaheeyeah
(New Direction Guys) It'll be alright (New Direction Girls) Eeyeaheeyeah

(Puck)

The sun will riiisee

A/N –Fluff! Things get serious next chapter, so watch out for some angst and general unhappiness! You've been forewarned! So, thoughts on the song? The chapter? What should Puck do now? Where do you want things to go with Kurt? *awkward hugs to everybody reading this*