Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee, obviously.
Note: This chapter was in Kurt's POV, but it'll be in Puck's POV next time. And Kurt's texts will be in bold and Mercedes's in italic. Oh, and Tina will no longer have a stutter in any of my stories because she admitted on "Wheels" that she was faking the stutter. So now she doesn't get to use it ever again in my story.
"By the way," I said just as my dad started up the car. "I might not be a girl, but I'm part Jewish."
My dad drove off, and I peered at Puck through the mirror on the door. He was left speechless, just as I had hoped.
"So…" My dad spoke up. "Are you two an item now?"
I turned to him with wide eyes. "Dad!"
"I'm just asking," He replied defensively. "You look like you two just got finished making out or something."
"He's just a really nice guy," I blushed and glanced out the window.
"Fine, whatever you say." He sighed. "That Puckerman kid looks like he has a thing for you, though-"
"Dad, let's just end the night with a good note, okay?" I interrupted with a faint smile. "I'll text Mercedes while you drive us home, and we can act like tonight never happened."
"Speaking of tonight," He spoke up as soon as I pulled out my phone. "What happened that made you pass out?"
"Some hockey player from school-James Karofski- dumped a slushie on Puck, said some…things, Puck got mad and started beating him up, then I passed out." I explained.
"So this Karofski kid said some things. What kind of things?" Geez, my dad just doesn't know when to let up. But I had to tell him, so I did.
"He started insulting me and insinuated that Puck and I were together and things like that. Puck got pretty defensive when the guy shoved me after that, and he just lost it." I replied.
"This Puck kid seemed pretty nice on the phone, so I guess that it's good that you're hanging out." My dad shrugged. Wow, he took it better than I thought. "Go ahead and text Mercedes; I need some time to think right now."
In other words, do whatever you want as long as it doesn't stop me from hearing myself think. I tapped away on the keyboard, sending her the message quickly.
Jst gt bak frm Puck's plc; had an awsm time.
I got a reply quickly, and we ended up texting each other at the speed of light.
Wut hapend? U hav to tel me, boy!
Wel, we made out…n I said a chesy pik up line b4 i left.
Oh my glee, really?
Yea, well i g2g cuz i dnt wnt my dad readin ths. L8tr.
L8tr.
I snapped my phone shut, unaware that Mercedes texted Rachel, Tina, and Artie about what happened, Rachel texted Finn, Finn text Quinn and Puck (who he called out because of it), Quinn text Brittany and Santana, Brittany and Santana text Mike and Matt, and Mike and Matt text it to a few buddies who ended up spreading it around to everyone. You can imagine all the stares I got when I walked into school with Mercedes, Rachel, Tina, and Artie the next day.
"Why is everyone staring at us?" Artie whispered worriedly.
"I was just about to say the same thing," Tina sighed.
"Hey look," Dave Karofsky sneered as he passed by us with a few of his lackeys. "It's Puck's little bitch."
"Have a nice time sucking him at his place yesterday, Hummel?" One of the lackeys snickered.
I turned to Mercedes with anger clearly visible in my eyes. I'd trusted her to not tell anyone where I had been.
"Who did you text after me?" I questioned.
"Just Tina, Artie, and Rachel." She replied, defensive. I turned my gaze over to the three, Tina and Artie shaking their heads.
"We didn't text anybody else." They said in unison.
"I text Finn, but that's the only person I text." Rachel tried to reassure. My eyes went wide.
"Oh God, that means he probably texted Quinn, who probably texted Santana and Brittany, who probably texted Matt and Mike, who probably texted-" I gasped.
"Other jocks, who text the rest of the school," Mercedes finished for me with a groan.
Was the entire world out to get me today?
The rest of the day was horrible. Puck wasn't in any of the classes we shared, or at school for that matter, so I was a giant target for every hockey, baseball, football, and basketball player. I got six slushies to the face throughout the day, two trash dumps, five basketballs to the side of the head, and ten crumpled papers telling me that I had until 3:00 to live. That was what scared me the most, because every single one of those ten crumpled up threats were from the football team. With Puck nowhere to be found, I should've just killed myself to spare the pain that I would go through with the jocks.
I had Spanish last that day and the only person I knew in that class was Puck, who I hadn't seen at school all day. I would've walked with Mr. Schuester to the teacher's lounge for protection, but he was already out the door by the time I'd gathered my stuff. With one gulp, I swiftly left the classroom to meet my doom. To my surprise, the jocks were already waiting for me by the nearest exit.
"Well if it isn't Puck's little girlfriend; we were just about to go look for you." One of them sneered as they began to approach me. "Looks like our plan won't have to be delayed after all."
I turned sharply when I realized they were coming after me and ran like as if my life depended on it, which it did. Unfortunately, more of them were waiting just around the corner; I was intercepted the minute I passed the bathrooms. I screamed for someone to help me, but no one came. I was trapped in between the jocks that were pulling at me from every angle possible. The doors to the exit were shoved open, revealing a car already waiting outside. I tried to break free, but one of them hoisted me over their shoulder and carried me off kicking and screaming.
I figured that I was as good as dead, but someone delivered a blow to the boy carrying me, and I landed in another pair of arms. The person shielded me from view and I could hear a fight breaking out among the jocks. I shut my eyes, preparing for something bad to happen. It never did.
"You know, Kurt, if I hadn't remembered that I was supposed to pick you up today, you probably would've been dead."
I glanced up to see who my savior was, and I felt all of the anxiety in my chest fly away after seeing Puck's face.
"I wouldn't have even been here if you were at school today," I replied softly as he carried me off to his truck, which sat hidden among the other cars in the parking lot.
I snuck a glance back to where the jocks were retreating to their car thanks to Mike and Matt fending them off, Finn leading the two, of course. Finn cast a glance at Puck that practically screamed 'I'm-still-pissed-at-you-but-I-won't-say-anything-in-front-of-Kurt.' I snuggled close to Puck out of fear that the jocks would come back. I only stopped when he settled me down in his backseat so he could take a look at me.
"Wow, they did some pretty bad damage to your clothes." He muttered. "Remind me to pound their faces in tomorrow."
"I need you outside of juvie for the glee club assignment, so just leave them alone. We can tell someone about this and they'll get in trouble the right way," I sighed.
"We'll talk about this later, but for now let's just go to my place." He shut the door on me and hopped into the driver's seat. "I don't want you to get too excited either. The last thing we need is for you to black out on me again. That would give Finn another reason to yell at me like he did this morning-"
"Let me guess: he found out what we did last night?" I grumbled.
"He thought that we made-out and that I pressured you into having sex with me. Can you believe it?" He snorted. "He looked like he was gonna hit me, but he just gave me a warning and left. Good thing he forgives easily, huh?"
He winked at me from the rearview mirror, causing me to nod slowly. My knees went weak and my legs felt like jell-o. I was brought back to reality, however, when his truck made a sharp turn into his driveway, which happened to be empty before we got there.
"My mom had to take my sister to a play date with some girl in her class, so we have the house to ourselves again." He explained cheerfully as he popped open my door.
He took my hand carefully and led me into his house, which was already becoming familiar to me. As soon as he found the key to his room (yeah, he locks his room so no one goes in there without his permission) he opened it and led me in, locking it shut as soon as I plopped down onto the bed. It seemed…different.
"Did you do something to your room?" I asked.
"No, you were just too into me last time to look at everything." He smirked, causing me to blush. He collapsed beside me, the bed wobbling as he did so. He carelessly tossed an iPod into my hands. "Go through my songs and see which ones you like."
I did just that as he waited for me to finish. The first couple of songs were too 80's for me, but then I saw a group of songs from a particular artist that I didn't expect to see inside Puck's iPod. He was one of my favorite singers.
"You listen to Adam Lambert?" I questioned with a smile. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, because he's an amazing singer with even more amazing looks, but I didn't think that you were the type of guy to listen to him."
"My sister loves his music, and I bought a couple of his singles for her because she wouldn't stop pestering me about it. The songs kind of grew on me," He replied with a shrug. "Why, thinking of singing his songs for our mash-up?"
"Maybe I am; it'd give us a unique touch." I pointed out.
"Well if you are thinking of using a couple of 'em, we could probably make an awesome duo with For Your Entertainment and Master Plan." He suggested.
"You could sing For Your Entertainment, of course." I chuckled. "I'd much rather take on Master Plan, because I feel very comfortable with it."
"Then we could probably mix their choruses together to make a freakin' awesome mash-up," He concluded triumphantly.
"Wow, we finished a week's work in a snap." I thought that this would be much harder. I guess that my bonding with Puck so far had really paid off.
"We have time to practice," He said, tugging on my pant loop.
"Okay, I'll go put your iPod into the doc." I stood up to do so, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down against his body, our chests touching. My face heated up while he smirked up at me.
"I wasn't talking about that kind of practice." He whispered, trailing a finger down my collar bone. I shivered at his touch. "But if you want, we can do that later."
And we ended up practicing our mash-up right after we finished our daily dose of making out. It was fiery, hot, and explosive. The same goes for our mash-up, which he made sure to fill with hidden innuendos that made me blush the entire time I spent at his house. I took a bath before I went to bed that night and I washed my hair with all of the hair care products I could find in an attempt to wash out the dirty thoughts he had shoved into my mind. I had no luck with that, as you probably guessed, because once you get involved with a guy like Puck, whatever he says sticks inside your head for good. Surprisingly, that's just how I liked it.
