Puck's POV

I run around in circles for a minute. What do I wear? How did I not think of this sooner? I glance at the clock. I told Finn that I was on my way out. I dig through the pile of clothes on my floor. Jeans. Check. I spend a few minutes debating whether I should wear a blue plaid shirt or a green plaid shirt. I choose blue. A lot of cologne? A little? Does Kurt like something subtle or strong? No cologne? Manly sweat? I laugh at myself.I choose Obsession. It's got some guy's name on it. Calvin Klein. My mom bought it for me during Hanukkah and I only ever use it when my mom asks if I've been using it. She complains that I smell. I don't think I do, but she begs to differ. I don't fight with my mom. She's smarter than I am and she always wins.

"Where are you going?" I turn to my little sister. She's standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"Finn's."

"Then why are you freaking out about your clothes?"

"I am not," I state, turning away from her. I grab my Converse and stick my feet in them.

"You so are. You're going to see a girl aren't you?" Sorta.

"No. I'm going to Finn's." I look at my face in the mirror. The Puckster has got it going on today. I've looked better though. I put on some chapstick.

"What's her name?" I ignore her and fret over how my hair is sticking up. I run my fingers through it. "You really like this girl."

"Shut up and go play with your Barbies." I start tying my shoes, hoping she'll leave.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You killed Ken remember. Barbie is in mourning. She doesn't want to talk to anyone."

"Oh yeah," I laugh. "He had it coming."

"He did not! Ken treated her like a lady. He always opened doors for her and he loved her even when she was PMSing."

"Where do you learn this shit- crap. Don't tell mom I cussed."

"Whatever." I jog down the stairs and open the door.

"Mom will be home soon. Don't open the door for anybody. Don't answer the home phone."

"I'm eleven. I'm not stupid."

"Of course you aren't."

"Good luck with that girl."

"Thanks Sarah," I murmur before closing the door behind me.

I knock three times on the front door. I tap my foot on the ground, reciting what I intend to say to Kurt. Hey man, we were gonna watch a movie. You wanna join us? Hey, you could sit next to me. You're smarter than me and Finn. Could you help me with this geometry problem?

The door opens and Finn appears behind it. He waves me in. I follow him to the kitchen, watching him rummage through a cupboard.

"So, is Kurt here?" I ask, pretending I don't particularly care. I open the fridge and look at his reaction out of the corner of my eye. Nothing.

"Oh, he's here. Sorry. I know you don't get along."

"Oh, it's no big deal," I breathe, barely able to contain my excitement.

"Kurt's cool once you get to know him. He's just kinda weird."

"I guess I might learn to like him," I say, taking a water bottle from their fridge. "Can I have this water?"

"Sure. Wanna watch some wrestling?" he asks, retrieving some sour cream and onion Lays.

"Sounds good." We walk silently to the couch and flop down. He turns on the tv and flips to the right channel. We cheer on the same guy. I mindlessly shout for him to get his ass in gear, while keeping an eye on the hallway, hoping Kurt will appear.

Then, shoving Finn onto the couch, I hear him.

"Hey," is all Kurt says, but my ears perk up at the sound. I turn around quickly. He's leaning against the wall. He's wearing little jean shorts with a thin belt and a skin tight v-neck shirt is tucked in. To top it all off, he has on rainbow thigh high socks. Within the next few seconds, I feel the instinctive desire to grab a pillow.

"Hey Kurt," Finn murmurs, raising an eyebrow at his outfit choice.

"H-Hi Kurt. How's it going?"

"Not bad. I just finished cleaning my side of the room so I thought I'd come see what you guys are up to."

"Watching wrestling," I say, taking a seat. I try and keep my cool.

"It's like you knew I was coming," he smirks, taking the space up in between me and Finn. It's a small couch and as a result, a tight fit.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean that wrestling is the gayest sport in existence. Guys rolling around together. Just saying." It's like he's trying to plant ideas in my head.

"I guess it is." We watch in silence, until a commercial comes on.

"You guys want some chips?" Finn asks, food in his mouth. I am not about to make my breath smell like onion. I brushed my teeth twice before I came and I've been chewing spearmint gum all day.

"No thanks," I whisper, my eyes involuntarily darting to Kurt's pale skin. He brings his knees up to his chest.

"Kurt?"

"No. I'm gonna order some real food." Kurt stands up and walks to a huge binder in the kitchen. It says TAKE OUT on the front. There are hearts bedazzled around it. Looks like he likes take out.

"I'm thinking Indian," I say, and catch him smiling out of the corner of my eye.

Okay, sorry it's been so long. Started school on the 9th. Oh, and I did this very distracting thing, called "Getting a Boyfriend". I'm home sick so I'll try to post again before the end of the day.