I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long. I know you don't particularly want to hear about my life, and why I didn't write, so I'll just let you get on with Puck and Kurt's lives. Long chapter to make up for the long wait. Since it was such a long wait, I do recommend you to read the previous chapter before this one just to refresh your memory. :D

"Does it hurt?" I asked, staring right at the thin cut on his delicate cheekbones.

"No. Not at all." He spoke too quickly.

"Okay then." I kept my thumb along the small slit, and carefully pushed down. He whimpered at the pressure. "As long as it doesn't hurt…" I leaned in to place a small kiss on the cut, the same way my mom used to when I got cuts.

I pulled myself away from him with great effort. "Better?"

"M-much." He looks so cute when he's all flustered.

"Good." I looped his arm with mine and walked into the dreary school. Normally I knew exactly where to avoid, but with Kurt beside me, I guess I didn't really mind going to math class. Besides, I may have even learnt something last night. Aside from the fact that Kurt looks adorable when sleeping. I looked back at him, where he was practically staring at me from the side. I smiled and tried to concentrate on the board, though it was hard to try and resist the urge to kiss his cut and make it feel even better.

We received some boring math crap, and I tore a corner from it. Then I scribbled on the piece of paper and passed it to Kurt. He smiled as he slid it towards him, without looking away from his worksheet.

Any plans for today?

Not really. You?

I was planning on going over to a certain someone's house…if it's okay with him.

I'm sure he'd like that a lot.

As long as his dad doesn't kill me?

Can't promise you anything. 3

I nudged his foot, trying to get him to at least promise something. Disappointedly, he turned away from the notes and went back to working on the worksheet. I was about to nudge him again when I felt a strong kick on my foot. I bit my lip to stop from cursing out in the dead silent room. He grinned, but still looked down towards his worksheet. I didn't want to kick him hard and hurt him at all, so instead I slipped off my shoe and ran my foot up and down his leg. His eyes widened and his face flushed red, but I kept on going. I rubbed a soft spot on his calf, he giggled and Mr. Blaney looked up from his desk to shush him. I kept rubbing my foot against his until he took my eraser and kicked my shoe away. Two can play at that game.

I moved my arm around his waist and pulled him in, quietly whispering, "Give the shoe and the eraser back, and nobody gets hurt." He chucked the eraser at my head, and wormed his way out of my grip. I playfully growled and tried to get him in my arms again, and while I tried to do that, grabbed his eraser. Before I could get close enough, he put his finger to his mouth to tell me to quiet down. I crossed my arms and comically pouted, but agreed. I played with his eraser between my fingers until the bell rang. I ran out of the room with him once the bell rang, trying to avoid a Blaney rant. Before he left to go to Spanish, I raised my hand to lightly brush his cut once more. I felt so stupid, allowing the football jocks to drag him away like that. Hell, I felt stupid that I used to do it. He ran off with a blush spreading across his face. I saw him off and waved, when I realized his eraser was still in my hand. I groaned, and ran after him. Until I realized I have absolutely no idea when, where or what his next class is. I ran around, trying to find all his friends or at least the gleeks on what his next class was. I found Artie and Tina in a corner, either playing hooky or having a spare. I'm guessing the latter.

"Hey Wheels, Goth Girl." I called out.

They froze simultaneously, and as though they were twins, narrowed their eyes. If I could tell Tina could narrow her eyes, I knew I was in trouble.

"What do you want, Puck?" Artie asked between clenched teeth.

"Do you know what class Kurt has next?"

"Why do you want to know?" said Tina. "You planning to run him over with something?" She bent her knees down a bit, ready to get into a fighting stance.

"No way. He just left his eraser with me during math, and I just wanted to return it to him." I waved the eraser up.

"We can give it to him," Artie held his hand out for the eraser. "We'll just give it to Mercedes." He whispered to Tina, and she nodded furiously.

Oh, so Beyonce's in his class next period. From Ballads week, we had to co-ordinate our schedules so that we could arrange a time to sing our stupid song.

"Kay, whatever." I pocketed the eraser and walked away, heading towards the side of the school with the Spanish classes. I heard a slight squeaking sound from behind me and I turned around, to see Artie and Tina trying to follow me. I rolled my eyes and climbed up the closest set of stairs, ready to circle the top level of the school, and then walk down.

I finally reached Mr. Schue's Spanish room and I saw Kurt and Finn in a corner, talking quietly. A small wave of rage and jealousy coursed through my body, but I tried to calm it down. Kurt already knows that he's mine, and Finn doesn't want anything to do with Kurt, right? That's how I planned it, and that's how it's going to work. My inner voice chimed. I relaxed and was about to walk to Kurt to pass him his eraser, when Finn pulled Kurt into an intimate hug. I saw Kurt close his eyes, and smile against Finn. My hands balled up into fists as I tried to stop myself from punching Finn in the face and kidnapping Kurt to Idaho. I stormed away, dropping the eraser as I left.

I ran into the guy's bathroom, trying to stop the traitorous tears from leaving my eyes. I blinked furiously and wiped my eyes. I sat down, leaning against the wall and trying to stop myself from remembering anything about Kurt. But I couldn't. All I could think about was his damn cute lips, his soft skin that bruised so easily, his peaches and cream scent, his hazel locks that were always perfect on the top of his head, his laugh, his voice, everything about him was so damn perfect. And I could never have him because he always wants Finn.

But I can try to convince him, can't I? I can try to convince him that I'm the one for him, that I'm the romantic one? I pulled myself up. I ran to the janitor's closet, where I knew they had the old Christmas lights somewhere. I searched everywhere, until I ended up right outside the Spanish room's supply closet. I tried not to look at the spot where Kurt and Finn had been, but I just searched through until I found the lights. I hung them up in our janitor's closet and, satisfied with my work, walked over to the Spanish room where the bell had just rung.

"Why hello there, Noah," Santana purred as she walked towards me and blocked my view of the Spanish Room.

"Yeah, hey Santana, okay, you mind moving? I'm waiting for someone."

"Well, I've already arrived, so you don't have to wait any longer." She placed her hands on my chest, and I threw them off.

"Oh no you didn't." She snarled and leaped up towards my mouth, pushing me against a wall. Normally, this type of thing would've turned me on to no end, but Kurt's made me a one-man guy. I tried to pull away as she slipped her tongue in my mouth, and wrapped her arms around my neck. God, these Cheerios are strong. She practically shoved my mouth against hers as she pulled my head closer, and I groaned again, trying to pull away. I grabbed her waist and pulled her away from me. I panted and threw her arms off of me, stepping away.

"What the hell was that for?!?" I yelled at her.

"Excuse me?"

"That damned assault, that's what." I growled. "What. The. Hell. Was that for?"

"I thought you'd a be a lot more grateful to kiss a girl, rather than a fag." She said as she checked her nails and avoided my question.

"What?"

"Oh please, you think no one's noticed? You're always near Kurt now, and neither one of you were at the party. It's more than obvious he's somehow blackmailed you into becoming his 'boyfriend.'" She made air quotes with her fingers, and then crossed her arms. "I mean, even when I pointed it out the Brittany she noticed."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"But that's okay now, because I'm here to help you." She put one hand on my chest and stepped forward. "I'm so so sorry for ignoring you for so long. I'll make up for it, I promise. And now you don't have to kiss that homo boy anymore." She leant up to kiss me once more and I pushed her away in disgust.

"First of all, don't call him that. His name is Kurt." I told her roughly. "Secondly, I don't want your stupid ho body anymore. And thirdly, I'd much rather kiss him than you." I turned away and walked off, leaving her speechless. I found Finn by the water fountain, trying to bend over enough to get to the water.

"What the hell, dude?" I yelled as I put my hand on his torso to push him up and spin him around to face me. Even though he was freakishly tall, I wasn't scared.

"What's going on?" He looked on dumbly.

"Why the hell were you hugging Kurt? I thought you were ignoring him or some crap like that."

"Well, I was. But he apologized." Finn shrugged, his massive shoulders rising and falling.

"For the hell what?"

"Just…apologized…for, like, liking me and stuff." He ran his hand through his hair. "During all that stuff."

"He could be lying you know." I ground my teeth.

"Well, he said he really really really liked someone else… so I just thought…"

I stopped and stared at him. "Wait, he said he likes someone?"

"Yeah. He's really cool, that guy's really lucky, I'm guessing." He laughed nervously, afraid I was going to hurt him.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, lucky. Yeah, uh, I'm going to go. Thanks…" I walked off in a daze. He likes me? He likes me!

The hallways were empty, while sounds of loud talking and eating cam down the hall from the lunchroom. I waited by Kurt's locker to tell him that I liked him, maybe even loved him, back. What I had set up earlier would be perfect. I smiled as he walked towards me.

"Hey Kurt." My heart pounded as he stopped.

"H-hi Puck." Not even noticing him calling me Puck, stammering or anything, I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the janitor's closet. I tugged him in and closed the door. My free hand searched for the light switch, and I clicked it on. His beautifully pale and confused face looked up at me, and I smiled warmly, pulling him in and smelling peaches and cream in his hair. I leaned down to rest my chin on his shoulder as I slowly moved back and forth to a silent song. All we could hear was the sound of our breaths in the small closet. I moved my head up and looked into his amazing, blue-green eyes, and all I saw was confusion. I slowly tilted my head down towards his, and was about to kiss him when he suddenly raised his hand to my mouth. My eyes snapped open.

"Stop."

"What's wrong?" I began to kiss the smooth skin of his palm, his arm, his shoulder, collarbone and up to his neck when he said again, "S-stop." I lingered on his neck, placing small, open mouth kisses.

"Everything okay?" I said, in between kisses. God, he tasted so good.

"Yes…" Kurt paused. "I'd just rather not get Santana's lip gloss on my lips."

I stopped kissing his neck to stumble on my words, "W-what?"

"I saw you guys kissing outside the Spanish room." I lifted my head and looked straight into the blue-green eyes once more. Instead of confusion, I saw pain.

"Wait, Kurt. I can explain-" she kissed me. She's trying to break us apart. I said no. I pushed her off.

"What? That you were using me as a little distraction while Santana ignored you? That you've gotten sick of kissing the stupid, faggy, HOMO?" He shook, holding in sobs.

"Kurt, listen to me." It started out like that, but it isn't anymore. I lov-

"NO! I'M SICK OF YOUR DAMN LIES." He screamed, reaching back for the doorknob. I was desperate to get him to listen to me, I pinned his wrists to the wall as gently as I could, but still keeping him there.

"Wait, Kurt. Listen to me, it's not what you th-"

"LET GO OF ME." He shook furiously, his legs trying to kick me away and his arms yearning to break out of my grasp.

"KURT. STOP." I kept him solidly there, but causing boxes from shelves to tumble. "LISTEN TO ME." God, he could be so stubborn.

"GET AWAY FROM ME." He screeched. I bent down to try to get him to stop, but it was too late. The door opened and I squinted my eyes at the sudden brightness. All of a sudden, Kurt was seized from hands and I saw Finn holding him.

I did NOT need this crap right now. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!" I bellowed in a voice unlike mine when I talked to Kurt. He squealed as Finn pulled him father away from me and into a hug. I lunged for him, only to be stopped by Tina. I tried to push past her, but Artie was in my way. Even when I'm angry, I can't hurt a damned kid in a wheelchair.

"Puck. Leave Kurt alone." I stopped to stare at Kurt. Please, say something. Anything to let us be together. Please. He glanced away, shrugging deeper into Finn's large embrace. I felt something crack inside me, but if Kurt didn't want to speak up for me, I couldn't say anything. "Fine." I walked away furiously. Before long, I was out in the parking lot and on my motorcycle, trying to think.

I need to get him to learn the truth. He needs to know. Even if he doesn't l-want to be with me after, he has to know. I have to tell him. I sped up my motorcycle to park it somewhere close to Kurt's house and waited for him to come back. I couldn't help but reminisce on everything that happened, and I couldn't even find when I had fallen so in love with him. It's like it was always there.

I heard an odd sputtering noise that seemed very familiar, but following my instincts I ducked behind a tree on Kurt's lawn and saw Kurt and Finn driving around the corner. Kurt looked worn out and more tired than I had seen him for the past few days. He sighed and looked out the window, looking out the car with a wistful look. I wanted to hold him in my arms like I had last night, but this time, never let go.

I saw him exit the blue worn out car, I knew it took Kurt some convincing to step into that. I was desperately hoping Finn would just drive away, but being the damn good boy he is, he got out of the car to make sure Kurt got into the house. I was close enough to barely hear them, especially since Kurt was so quiet.

"Thanks for the ride, Finn."

"Yeah, it was no problem. Just wanted to make sure you wouldn't get jumped or anything." Finn chuckled lightly.

Kurt did a nervous laugh and was about to turn into the door when Finn stopped him by placing his arm on Kurt's shoulder. I growled quietly.

"Wait…" Finn whispered, he raised his hand up to the cut on Kurt's face. "Is that… because of…him?"

"No…" Kurt breathed, looking up at Finn's face.

"Oh, okay." He gulped, but he didn't lower his hand. Instead, he brushed it gently along the cut. The atmosphere around them was intense. After a few moments, Finn slowly leaned down to Kurt and closed his eyes. My eyes widened, and I tackled the tree, making birds and leaves fly out.

The two boys broke out of their trance as they looked towards the tree. Thank the lord they didn't notice me, but instead turned back to one another.

"Uhm, okay. See ya Kurt." Finn nervously said as he turned away and walked towards his beaten up car. Kurt didn't respond, but he nodded before running into his house. I saw Finn sitting in the driver's seat of his car, and his head in his hands. I guess I knew exactly how he felt. Kurt just…does that to you.

I knew I needed to talk to Kurt tonight, but I also knew I couldn't do it with his dad in the house. So I waited until eight. It was a long time considering it was currently four, but I knew it would be worth the wait. Or at least I hope I knew. So time went by, for four freaking long hours. Though, it was made a lot simpler when I woke up from the sound of the door opening and Mr. Hummel calling out, "Kurt! I'm going out to the shop!" I craned my ears to hear a response. Nothing. "Kurt!" he walked back into the house without closing the door, and I followed him in. I looked around, and then heard his dad coming up the stairs quietly. I dived behind the door, I knew it was a long shot, but there was really nothing else to hide behind. Mr. Hummel seemed to be preoccupied, as he shut the door and didn't say a word.

I snuck into the hallway, where the door to the basement was. I quietly tiptoed down the grey stairs and craned my neck down to see Kurt lying silently on the bed, peacefully sleeping. As I went down, I checked his iPod clock. 8:24 PM. Huh, I didn't know anyone but preschoolers could sleep in that early. I walked to the other side of the bed, where he was facing and sat down on a modern white chair. He looked so peaceful when asleep, his face blank and his skin all pale. His hair was practically perfect…except for one strand. I reached my hand out and tucked it behind his ear. He groaned and his eyelids flickered open, to see me on the chair staring right at him.

"Wait, don't panic. I just want to talk." I raised my hands in the universal, "don't shoot" gesture. He shot up from the pure white covers and started backing away from me, up until he practically fell off his bed, and his bed is pretty huge.

"Will you listen?" I said slowly, I didn't want to scare him. It was like he was a spooked deer, and I was a trainer. He just as slowly nodded. I crawled onto the bed, and he flinched. I stood on my knees, to give me just enough height to talk to him.

"Look, I know that did use you for kissing," he stiffened and he started to form fists. "And that I did take advantage of you, and that Santana kissed me and everything, but it's only because I like you. You're really amazing….and a good kisser." His face tightened, and I knew I had said the wrong thing.

"Wait, wait, let me rephrase that. Uhh, yeah, you are a good kisser, but it's not the only reason I was using yo-wait. No. uh." After hours of waiting, my brain seemed to be tied up in knots, but he obviously didn't care, because the next thing you know, he's telling me to get out of his house.

"Wait, no, Kurt. Listen."

"No, you listen." He growled, his voice a lot lower than I had ever heard it. "I don't like you, you don't like me, we hate each other. That's the way the social hierarchy works, and I get it. Jocks like you go with cheerleaders like her. There's no reason to make this more painful."

My jaw dropped. Obviously he had rehearsed this. "No, Kurt, it's not like that." I shuffled closer to him, trying to get him to listen to me once more.

"Get away from me. I mean it." He snarled.

"No, just listen to me. Lord, you can be so stubborn sometimes." I replied angrily, especially cranky after just waking up.

"I HATE YOU!" He got up and started punching my chest, trying to get me to back off. I felt a sharp stinging in my eyes, not from his punches, but from his words. "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HA-" I stopped him with a gentle kiss on the lips. He stiffened and didn't kiss back, but he didn't jerk away either. I pulled away, and he breathed heavily. He shook the haze off and continued punching me on the chest. "I HATE you. I HATE you." I kissed him again, with the same gentleness.

This time, he pulled away, but gently. His hands lay on my chest, open palmed as he repeated once more, "I hate you." Instead of an attack, he said it more like as an affirmation. I took this as a good sign and kissed him once more, after a few seconds of hesitation, he kissed me back. He wrapped his arms around my neck feverishly, and I snaked my arms around his waist, pulling him upward. He moaned as I pressed my body against his and he let himself fall back on the bed, dragging me along with him. Every part of our bodies were touching as we kissed harder and harder against one another. "I hate you." He murmured against my lips as I took advantage of his open mouth to deepen the kiss. I pulled away for one second to say, "no you don't." before he pulled my lips down back to his.

As much as I enjoyed making out with Kurt, I knew I had to talk to him before he realized that he actually did hate me, or something like that. I managed to tug away with a mammoth effort, and he tried to pull me back down again by my head. I leaned to the side so that his lips were on my neck. I had an inside chuckle at how similar this was to a few days before. I whispered in his ear, which were right by my lips, "Ready to listen?" He ran his tongue up and down my neck up and down to show me yes, and I couldn't help but shiver in pleasure. Where did he learn this stuff?

"Kurt, you're amazing. You're an amazing singer, dancer, math tutor, friend, kisser, everything. You're too perfect for me. Of course, I didn't see that at first because I knew I'd fall…for you. That's probably why I tortured you so much. I was acting like a little kid in grade three annoying a girl he likes." He inhaled sharply. "And then, I knew that I liked you, and I saw you hugging Finn today… it hurt so much."

He pulled away and lay his head on the bed. "So that was your excuse to kiss Santana?"

"She kissed me. She wanted to break us apart, because she didn't want her man to be taken away from her." I scoffed. I can't believe I ever liked those overdramatic girls. Or just girls. "I just want to be with you. I know I'm not perfect, far from it, and I understand now if you want Finn because he's just so much better, and more sensitive, and the quarterback, and nic-"

He interrupted my babbling by pressing his lips to mine. "Shut up, will you? I already told Finn that I had fallen for someone else, and I didn't lie." He looked so perfect, with his lips red and his eyes shining. Words that I had been thinking for the longest time just tumbled out.

"I love you."

Okay, this chapter is so long. But I like the plot of this one. Whether the writing was good is more of your opinion, isn't it? Puck and Kurt make up well too :) Now, whether this is the last chapter or not…we'll see how it is. I actually wrote this chapter with INTENSE writer's block. So you can blame that if it's bad.