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Chapter 21

People were looking at him differently all day but Puck couldn't find it in himself to truly care. Girls were still checking him out and drooling over him, probably wondering if they could be the special girl to restore his heterosexuality. Although Puck was sure he wouldn't ever return to the vagina now that he knew about the wonders of the cock, it was good to know that he was still desired by the female population.

There were of course plenty of sneers and hateful looks from the likes of Azimio but other than the occasional shove in the corridors nothing too bad had happened. So far, the worst thing to happen was Santana being asked to join the Golf Team. Things also seemed pretty tough on Karofsky now that he was being shunned by the majority of his once friends, but a determined Rachel and slightly reluctant Finn were helping him through it. According to Tina, Rachel had sat with Karofsky in the classes they shared together offering him her full support and suggesting that he talk to her dads for advice if he needed it. There were also rumours circling amongst the Glee Club that Rachel was trying to convince Karofsky to sign up for New Directions.

"You think he'll join?" Sam asked Puck as they sat at the back of their classroom, quietly working together, people turning round to stare at them every few minutes.

"Karofsky?" Puck asked and the blonde nodded. "I dunno, man," he shrugged.

"You seem worried," Sam observed.

"He could have told Kurt that I nailed his mum," Puck told Sam. "But he didn't."

"So?" Sam asked in confusion. "That's a good thing."

"Is it?" Puck asked rhetorically. "Think about it, he kept his mouth shut so now I'm indebted to him. Now that he's out, I don't have anything on him. If he wants, he could blackmail with this shit. All he has to do is tell Kurt what I did and my chances with him are over. He must realise that and know he can use it against me."

"Then maybe you should tell Kurt first," Sam suggested. "If he's gonna find out it'll be better if it comes from you."

"I can't, telling Kurt about screwing Karofsky's mum will ruin everything," Puck said. "I just have to hope that Karofsky keeps his mouth shut. He's being quiet for now but he could let the cat out of the bag at any time."

"Do you think he'll blackmail you?" Sam asked and Puck just shrugged as he scratched at his mohawk. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't worry," Puck told him. "This is my problem; I'll try and talk to Karofsky later. So how's Quinn doing anyway?"

"Um, she's pretty pissed," Sam answered. "She doesn't really seem upset or anything. I think she's just angry that I lied, you know? And she was mumbling about her reputation and her chances of being Prom Queen a lot. I guess she's feeling a little embarrassed too but… I don't think she's plotting my death or anything so that's good."

"Have you let Blaine know you're out?" Puck asked and a smile formed on the blonde's big lips.

"We talked on the phone during a free period," Sam replied. "He said he's gonna reward me for it tonight," he grinned proudly and Puck smirked as a swarm of dirty thoughts buzzed through his head. "I guess I should tell my parents too now that everyone else knows."

"How will they take it?" Puck questioned.

"I think my dad already knows," Sam said. "My mum probably doesn't so it might be a shock but I'm pretty sure they'll be ok with it." A hint of uncertainty crept into his voice so Puck squeezed his thigh in a gesture of comfort. "Stacey and Stevie are too young to understand what being gay really means but… they've always looked up to me. We have a good relationship. I don't think that'll change."

"Well, let me know how they take it," Puck told him. "You know I'm always here if you need me."

"Thanks," Sam smiled softly. "You too man," he returned bumping Puck's shoulder lightly. "So, any plans for your date with Kurt on Wednesday?"

"Not yet," Puck sighed. "But it has to be something special. Not a trip to Breadsticks or just going to see some shitty movie. Our first date was to a wedding, I need something really bad ass to top that. Something that Kurt will love."

"Take him to the mall," Sam suggested.

"We already did that," Puck pointed out. "I think I wanna take him somewhere more… theatrical. He loves musicals; maybe I could take him to one. I know I can't fly him out to New York or anything, but maybe something he'll like will be showing at the community theatre."

"They're performing Rent," Sam informed him and Puck stared at him blankly, never having heard of it. "Kurt will love it, I promise you. But they're performing the show nightly in Westerville. I could ask Blaine to score you a couple of tickets," he offered.

"That'd be awesome," Puck grinned and Sam nodded before taking out his phone to text his boyfriend.

XXX

His last lesson of the day was Math so as usual Puck didn't bother to show up. Instead, he headed to the weight room thinking that Karofsky might be there. He entered and found himself alone. Shrugging off his top and folding it carefully before placing it on the bench, Puck picked up two weights and got to work on lifting them.

His muscles were beginning to strain and a slight sheen of sweat was spread over his torso by the time Karofsky made an appearance. He watched as Puck continued for a few minutes more before he set the weights down. Reaching for a towel, Puck dried the sweat off of himself then pulled his top back on. Meanwhile, Karofsky had taken a seat.

"Rough day?" Puck asked to start the conversation going.

"Not as bad as I expected," Karofsky admitted. "But if Azimio and the guys ever find me on my own they'll probably kick my ass."

"Mine too," Puck acknowledged. "It'd be safer if we cock-boys stuck together. How's Rachel treating ya?"

"She talks a lot," Karofsky commented and Puck sniggered a little as he sat opposite Karofsky. "She's a little annoying but not as bad as I always thought. I shouldn't have thrown so many slushies at her."

"What about Finn?" Puck asked.

"He's only hanging round with me because Rachel's forcing him to," Karofsky said. "And he keeps looking at me like he expects me to rape him."

"He's a good guy," Puck defended. "Just not entirely comfortable around gay dudes. But he won't be looking to beat you up like a lot of jerks will. Give Finn time and he'll be at ease around you. Having Kurt as a step-brother will really help him learn or whatever."

"Why don't we cut the small talk?" Karofsky suggested.

"Alright," Puck nodded. "Why didn't you tell Kurt about me and your mum?"

"I wanted to," Karofsky replied. "Still might. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Puck asked wondering what Karofsky could possibly want from him.

"I want you to do a few things for me," Karofsky answered. "If you do them, then I won't ever tell Kurt about you and my mum. If you refuse to do what I ask, then I'll make sure everybody knows."

"What do you want?" Puck sighed as a series of knots formed in his stomach.

"I've got a history essay due tomorrow," Karofsky informed him pulling his notebook out of his bag and sliding it across the bench to Puck. "You're gonna write it for me, and don't slack off, I want a good grade."

"Ok, I'll take care of it," Puck replied feeling annoyed that he had to do the boy's homework, but he knew whatever was coming would be worse. "I'll hand it to you in the morning. What else?"

"I want you to talk to my dad," Karofsky said. "Apologise for what you did."

"And if your dad kicks the crap out of me?" Puck asked.

"Then it'll serve you right," Karofsky responded quietly.

"Are your parents still fighting?" Puck asked softly.

"No," Karofsky answered. "Not anymore. They're not even speaking. They're still sharing a bed though. I'm surprised they haven't killed each other. I don't expect my parents' problems to go away or for you to earn my dad's forgiveness. I don't think you can be forgiven for what you did… I don't think my mum can be forgiven either. But I just want you to have the balls to come round and apologise to my dad."

"Yeah, I'll do it dude," Puck told him. "Will he be at home tonight?"

"Yeah," Karofsky nodded. "After six would be the best time."

"What else?" Puck asked.

"Just one more thing," Karofsky replied. "This Saturday, my parents will be out. They're having a counselling session together. I want you to come over."

"What for?" Puck asked wondering if the boy was planning to kick his ass.

"You're gonna be my bitch for the day, Puckerman," Karofsky answered.

"What the fuck? No way," Puck retorted.

"I guess I'll go tell Kurt the truth then," Karofsky said getting up to walk away.

"Whoa, dude, come on," Puck pleaded latching hold of the other teen's arm before he could leave and follow through on his threat to tell Kurt. "Look, I have money. I'll give you money. Fuck, I'll give you my Xbox, my truck and my guitar. Just don't… not that."

"Why not?" Karofsky asked mockingly. "You've always been such a whore before. Why so shy all of a sudden?"

"I wanna be with Kurt," Puck replied. "I wanna do this relationship thing properly. I wanna be faithful to him."

"He's not your boyfriend yet," Karofsky pointed out. "So it wouldn't be cheating. And I won't tell anyone. You fucked my mum, man. Now you're gonna let me fuck that worthless piece of ass of yours this Saturday, or I'll tell Kurt the truth and you'll lose any chance you have of ever getting with him. Show up Saturday, Kurt doesn't have to know anything. If you don't show up, then I'll tell him as soon as I see him. Your choice. Later, Puckerman," he said before stalking away.

"Fuck," Puck swore kicking at the bench. "Damn it," he raked his hands through his hair before snatching up a weight and throwing it across the room where it left a dent in the wall.

The homework and the apology to Mr. Karofsky was fine, Puck could deal with that. The third request might just be too much. He wasn't sure if Karofsky was being serious or not. It was possible that he just wanted to scare Puck a little or test him and see if he'd show up. But if he did mean it, then Puck was at a complete loss for what to do.

He didn't want to let Karofsky fuck him. It wouldn't be like being with Slater in juvie. Slater never had anything against Puck, whereas Karofsky did. Puck had screwed Karofsky's mother and it was very unlikely that Karofsky would be gentle with him if they got naked. The teen would surely be rough and seek his revenge.

The memory of hearing the pained cries of that Dillon kid having his ass ripped open by Chezzer a few cells down from his own echoed in Puck's mind. Luckily for Puck, he'd never had to endure anything as vile as what that Dillon boy had been put through. He certainly didn't want to grant Karofsky the opportunity to potentially cause him some serious damage.

Yet at the same time, Puck really didn't want to lose Kurt. Taking out his cell phone, he called Blaine up, hoping the Dalton boy wasn't in a lesson. He breathed a small sigh of relief when the boy answered. Not wasting any time, Puck informed Blaine of his current predicament.

"I don't wanna do it, man," Puck said. "I don't care if it's only for a few hours or whatever, I don't wanna let Karofsky touch me like that. But if I don't do what he wants then he's gonna tell Kurt."

"Puck, just calm down," Blaine replied soothingly and Puck sank down onto one of the benches. "First of all, you need to relax. Now, it isn't my place to tell you what to do, but I think you should make the effort to apologise to Mr. Karofsky. It won't solve anything but it's the right thing to do and Karofsky might appreciate it a little. As for Saturday, maybe you should go and see if he was being serious about what he wanted from you or not. If he is just testing to see if you'd show up, then going to his place isn't too big a deal."

"What if he isn't bluffing?" Puck asked down the phone. "What if he actually expects me to be a little bitch and submit to him for an afternoon?"

"Then tell him you're not going to play his game and walk out," Blaine advised.

"But he'll tell Kurt," Puck pointed out.

"Yes," Blaine agreed. "But you have the opportunity to tell him first. If Karofsky wants to tell Kurt the truth, there is nothing to stop him. You and I both know Kurt would prefer to hear it from you."

"If I tell him he'll hate me," Puck groaned. "Then he'll probably get it on with Karofsky or something."

"No chance," Blaine responded instantly. "If Kurt knew that Karofsky was propositioning you in this way, he'd be far angrier at him than he could ever be at you. I suggest you enjoy your date with Kurt on Wednesday, I've already managed to score you two tickets to see Rent…"

"Babe, you are totally awesome," Puck interjected.

"It's a natural born gift, I don't like to brag," Blaine replied smugly. "Enjoy your date with Kurt, make your apologies to Karofsky's father, go and see him Saturday and see if Karofsky really plans to hold you to his request or not. If he doesn't, great. If he does, just walk away and make sure you tell Kurt the truth first. Either way, Sam and I will do all we can to help you win Kurt over fully."

"Thanks," Puck replied. "How are we even gonna explain you being with Sam though? You dudes aren't supposed to know each other."

"Good point," Blaine acknowledged. "Excuse me for a moment," he said and Puck heard mumblings over the phone and the names 'Wes' and 'David' pop up. "Puck, are you still there?" He asked and Puck replied that he was. "Ok, here's the plan. At some point in the near future, you should create a discussion with Kurt about how you ought to find Sam a boyfriend. Then you casually suggest the charming and handsome private school boy from Dalton Academy."

"Oh, you mean Jeff?" Puck asked teasingly.

"Funny Puckerman," Blaine deadpanned. "Then let Kurt take it from there. He'll contact me about the possibility of meeting one of his friends. I'll act hesitant at first but I'll agree. Maybe we could even have a double date. And when Sam and I 'meet' each other, we'll immediately share a connection."

"Right, got it. I'll let Sam know the plan," Puck said. "Later dude."

XXX

That day after school, Puck headed round Mike's so the dancer could assist him with writing up Karofsky's History essay. He needed to keep Karofsky sweet if he didn't want him to sell his secret out to Kurt. As the paper was due tomorrow, Puck knew he had to do it. Even if Saturday turned out to go disastrously wrong and led to Kurt learning about Puck sleeping with Karofsky's mum, at least Puck could keep Karofsky satisfied in the mean time. That way, he could at least enjoy Wednesday's date with Kurt.

"Seriously, thanks for the help, dude," Puck said once the essay was completed. "I owe you one."

"No problem, man," Mike replied. "Is everything ok? You seem kinda edgy."

"I'm fine," Puck answered. "It's just been a weird day, coming out and everything."

Mike simply nodded before showing him out.

As he had driven to school with Kurt and then got a lift with Mike, Puck's truck was still in the Hummel-Hudson drive. Before heading that way to collect his vehicle, he made his way to the Karofsky house-hold. He had intended to give Karofsky his essay in the morning, but as he was hoping to apologise to his dad, he may as well give him his completed homework while he was there.

Reaching the house, Puck took a few deep breaths before striding up the walk and knocking on the door, unsure as what to expect. It was his fellow student who answered the door, clearly surprised to see him there. Wordlessly, Puck handed over the essay and Karofsky scanned his eyes over the typed piece.

"You actually did it," Karofsky commented and hearing those words inspired Puck's hope that the other teen wasn't being serious about Saturday.

"Yeah," Puck replied wanting to keep this visit as quick and painless as possible. "Is your old man here?"

"Hold on a sec," Karofsky told him before pushing the door to but not shutting it on him completely.

Puck waited nervously and far too soon for his liking, the door was pulled back open and he found Mr. Karofsky standing there.

"Hello sir," Puck greeted relieved that his voice came out sounding normal rather than as a pitiful squeak. "I don't know if you remember me but…"

"I remember you," Mr. Karofsky interjected and his tone and stance were not at all welcoming. "You've got some nerve showing up on my doorstep."

Hanging his head in shame, Puck waited for the man to issue some degrading insults or take a swing at him, but the words never met his ears and the hits never made contact with his body. Lifting his head up, he found the older man still looking at him. There was no warmth in his eyes, but there was no malice either. The man just looked sickened by his presence and somewhat empty.

"I won't take up much of your time, sir," Puck said. "I only wanted to apologise to you for what I did with your wife. I know my apology is delayed and doesn't cancel out the pain that I've caused, but I can't take back what I've already done. I have no right to ask for your forgiveness and I don't expect you to forget what I've put you through. I just wanted to say that I'm truly sorry. Um… that's it. I'll go now. Thanks for listening."

Shuffling on his feet awkwardly, Puck turned to leave. He walked slowly down the drive, waiting for something though he wasn't sure what. Part of him expected, and even wanted, Mr. Karofsky to hurl a range of vicious insults at him or to give him a bruise or two. Maybe he was just waiting to hear the front door slam shut. He reached the bottom of the garden and looked back over his shoulder to find that Mr. Karofsky had not moved a muscle.

As he retained eye-contact with Mr. Karofsky for a few moments, Puck realised that silence was worse than any hateful insults and vacant stares were more painful than a broken nose. He had made his apology, genuinely meaning it, but he didn't feel any better. The way Mr. Karofsky simply didn't react to his apology just made him feel ten times worse.

Pulling his eyes away from Mr. Karofsky, Puck walked on down the road heading to Kurt's street so he could collect his truck. He was just preparing to slip into his truck when Burt opened the front door of the house and invited him to stay for dinner. Shocked at the invitation, Puck simply nodded dumbly before following the man inside. Being on good terms with Burt was certainly a good thing and the chance to be near Kurt was not something Puck was going to pass on. After Saturday, it was possible that he may never again have the opportunity to win the countertenor's heart.

"I can't wait for Wednesday," Kurt breathed into Puck's ear, lightly squeezing his thigh as he got up from the table to help Carole clear the dishes away.

Puck just smiled, hoping that they'd have so much more than just the upcoming Wednesday.

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