Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee.
Note: This chapter was in Puck's POV, but it'll be in Kurt's POV next time.I think it's pretty clear who helped inspire the ideas for this chapter (Renee) because her plot bunnies are pretty awesome.
"You're a lying, dirty, man whore who has nothing better to do than sleep with people and fuck up their lives, and you had the nerve to act like everything was fine, like it didn't matter that I got my dad to let you back into my home, or that it was fine for me to sacrifice so much without you even acknowledging it!" Kurt shouted at me, his eyes filled with anger.
"We can talk this out, Kurt-" I tried to reason with him desperately.
"No, we can't." Kurt sobbed once and covered his mouth to keep any more from coming out, but he quickly recovered enough to tell me one last thing. "Whatever we had is over."
He stormed out of the room after that, and I was left standing there with a blank expression on my face. Finn gave me a cold stare before he rushed after Kurt, and Mr. Schuester squeezed my shoulder comfortingly.
"Let him calm down before you try to talk to him," Mr. Schuester said softly.
Anger welled up inside of me as Mr. Schuester walked away, and I kicked a chair that was thrown beside me. Mike and Matt wheeled Artie away from the girls when they stared at me. If looks could kill, I would've been dead the minute Kurt left the room. I didn't want to hear their bitching and complaining, so I left the music room and slammed the door closed behind me. I stormed in the opposite direction that Kurt and Finn had left, headed toward the locker room to get ready for the football game later on that night. My mind was going crazy, so I just sat on the bench and thought about what had happened. Once my face started hurting, I snuck into Coach Tenaka's office and got some stuff to fix the few bruises Finn's punches left.
By the time I did that and finally got control over myself, the other jocks were already flocking in. Damn Dave Karofsky and Azimio decided to push my buttons once they got to their lockers, which were right near mine.
"What's wrong, Puckerman? Is Hummel being too much of a fag for you and your little plan to deal with?" Dave teased.
"I'm not going through with the plan anymore," I replied bitterly.
"Aw, do you have feelings for the little homo now?" Azimio snickered.
"For you're information, you fuckin' douche bags, Kurt found out about the plan, and now he's off being comforted by Finn and his little gleeks." I snapped. "Even if I do like him, he hates me and probably won't ever talk to me again."
"Wow, tough luck." Dave snorted. "Eh, there are plenty of hot girls in this school. I'm sure you can just snag one and move on."
"It's not that easy, okay?!" My voice was raised and I shot a dirty look in their direction. "I've got like, the entire glee club baring down my back and ready to kick my ass at any given time."
"I'm sure you can handle a couple of pricks like Rutherford and Chang," Azimio scoffed. "I mean, they're all soft and mushy now. Have you seen the way they look at each other? I mean, come on, they're so jumping each other's bones-"
"Shut up, already!" I shouted. "So what if they have a thing for each other? It's not up to you or anyone else at the lame ass school to decide whether or not it's right, because you've probably never been in the love!"
"You sound like you speak from experience, Puck." Gregory Matthews spoke up from his locker, which was right next to mine.
"He's in love with Kurt!" Dave exclaimed with a wicked grin. "Oh, this is too good."
"I can't believe you actually like the guy. I bet you're actually sad that he's pissed off at you." Azimio taunted.
"Maybe he needs to feel a real man inside his preppy little ass to get him going in the right direction." Dave snickered "Think his bed's big enough to fit me in it, Puck?"
I lunged at Dave and crashed his head against his locker before Azimio and Gregory could pry me off of him. I kicked around and elbowed Gregory in the chest while I yanked on Azimio's hair.
"You son of a bitch!" I shouted. "If you touch him at all, I'll murder you with my bare hands!"
"What's going on here?" Coach Tenaka barked as he entered the locker room from the front, which meant he couldn't see the rest of us in the back.
"Just some rough housing, Coach, that's all." Dave called back, looking at me with a taunting smirk I wanted to punch right off of his face.
"Well stop it and finish gearing up," Coach Tenaka scolded and his office door could be heard slamming shut.
The rest of the time in the locker room, I kept quiet and slammed my locker closed to release my anger. Mike and Matt arrived an hour before the game, but Finn and Kurt didn't show up until there was only about ten minutes to get ready. I was waiting out on the benches when Finn walked out with Kurt trailing behind him. I heard Dave whispering something to Gregory and Azimio, then they all started laughing. Finn flipped them off and put an arm around Kurt's shoulders. I could tell that Kurt was ready to burst into tears and as much as I wanted to comfort him, I knew that I should listen to Mr. Schuester and just let him calm down.
The game was great; our team won and we were headed off to the regional football championships. I pretended to be happy for the sake of the team, but I honestly couldn't care less about the stupid championship. When everyone was running around on the field, I saw Mike, Matt, and Finn surrounding Kurt as they tried to help raise his spirits. I growled and stormed off of the field before I puked up my lunch; it was sick just watching Kurt let himself be babied by Mike and Matt, not to mention Finn. He's mine and no one else can have him. Doesn't anyone understand that?
I went down to the bowling alley to cool off, taking my cousin along with me to have someone to bowl with. My cousin, Kenny, was a year older than me and was pretty cool to hang out with, especially if you had problems. The place was jam packed with people who came from our game to celebrate, but I ignored the festivities and hung out with Kenny.
"Something's troubling you, I can tell." Kenny commented after I bowled a spare for what seemed like the millionth time that night. "You usually mess up when you've got something that won't leave you alone. Come on, you know you can tell me anything."
"Fine, but you have to swear on your life that you won't tell anyone." He nodded his head while taking a sip of his soda. "I'm in love with a guy, but he found out that I was just using him in the beginning for sex, which is awesome with him, by the way, and now he hates me."
He spat out the drink in his mouth and coughed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"Whoa, way too much info, dude." He groaned. "Who is this guy?"
"Kurt Hummel," Kenny blinked in confusion. "The one that looks like a girl. I showed you a picture of him last time you visited so you could know who I used to throw into dumpsters."
"Oh, that guy." He said with a roll of his eyes. "I can't possibly imagine what you see in him-ouch!"
"Do you really want me to go into detail about what I like about him?" I questioned.
"I'm good," He muttered and took another sip of his soda.
"I was trying to use him at first, but then I realized how I felt about him and I gave up the plan I was gonna use to humiliate him in front of the school." I started to explain, getting up to bowl. I finally got a strike, so I sat back down and let Kenny bowl.
"Sounds to me like you've got a case of the Emily-plague." Kenny commented as he let his ball roll down the lane.
"The Emily-plague?" I asked.
"Yeah, you know my awesome girlfriend Emily?" I nodded. "Well back when we were first going out, I was just using her to get some action, and she found out then got really pissed. She wouldn't talk to me for weeks; I started to realize how great she was while I was moping around my house."
"What did you do to get her back?" I questioned.
"One day I showed up at her house and serenaded her until she agreed to talk things out with me. Turns out that girls really dig it when you do that," Kenny shrugged. "Anyways, you're kind of going through what I did, except it's with a guy and you haven't made up yet."
"So I have to serenade Kurt?" I snorted.
"If Kurt's acts like a girl as much as he looks like one, then you'll have no problem if you decide to do that." He reassured. "Oh, and getting him a gift wouldn't hurt either."
"You know way too much about this kind of stuff," I chuckled.
"A lot of people come to me; I've got years of guidance experience under my belt." He joked.
I was actually enjoying myself until Jacob Israel decided to sit down next to me, huffing like he was out of breath. Kenny looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so I glanced over in Jacob's direction.
"What do you want?" I sneered.
"Dave Karofsky and two football players from Jefferson High were in the bathroom...talking about how they wanted to...beat Kurt up during the championships next week..." Jacob panted, handing me his iPhone. "Scroll down to my latest video...to see their conversation..."
I did just that, freaking out at what Jacob had told me. Was Dave Karofsky seriously thinking of hurting Kurt? I watched the video, my eyes going wide. Dave was telling the guys from Jefferson High how Kurt always peed before he was called out to kick, and then he said that if they wanted to, they could gang up on him during that time to get back at me just for the heck of it.
"Besides," Dave had said in the video. "Puck was already trying to hurt him in the first place, but since he failed at that, why don't we help him out and finish the job?"
Man, I never wanted Kurt to get hurt because of this. I would've never hurt him physically, only socially. Dave was taking this thing way too far;
"How did you get this without them seeing you?" Kenny asked as he watched it over my shoulder.
"I put my legs up on the toilet, and ran out of there when they left before they could go back and catch me." Jacob replied, finally regaining his breath. "So Puck, what are you going to do?"
"Try and talk to Finn about this, maybe even Mike and Matt." I replied, not thinking about whether or not he'd go sell the info to Dave. "Kenny, I think we should go home before I find these jerks in here and kick the crap out of them."
"I'll get the car warmed up," Kenny sighed and walked off to head out of the bowling alley.
I turned to Jacob with narrowed eyes. "If you show this to anyone else or have the nerve to post it on your blog site, I'm going to give you swirlies until we graduate. Understand?" Jacob nodded and slipped his phone back in his pocket. "Good, now get out of my sight."
That night, I could barely sleep, worrying about Kurt and whether or not Dave would choose to go through with his plan or attack Kurt before the big game. I tried to talk to Finn about it the next day, but he was always around Kurt, and I didn't want Kurt to get scared or hate me even more. I was actually kind of mad, though, because Kurt always seemed to have someone with him at all times to make sure I never got close to him. During the first half of the day, Tina, Artie, Mercedes, Rachel, and Brittany would rotate around to make sure that they could always be with him. During the second half, Mike, Matt, Santana, Quinn, and Finn took turns escorting him to his classed. Somehow, Finn always seemed to be the last one to walk with him, and he ended up taking him to and from school. I bet Burt was loving this.
I finally got Finn, Mike, and Matt alone one day during football practice, but it took a lot to get them to actually acknowledge me. I had to tell them that it involved Kurt's safety.
"We're listening," Matt muttered, glancing at me uneasily.
"I was at the bowling alley after the game the other night, and that Jacob Israel kid showed me a video." I began.
"Hurry up and get to the point; Kurt's waiting for me outside so I can drive him home." Finn snapped.
I shot him a dirty look. "It had Dave Karofsky talking to two guys from Jefferson High who plan on beating him up during the game next Friday."
Mike, who was slipping his shirt on, stopped midway. "What?!"
He tried to put his shirt on all the way, but it got stuck and he couldn't see, which caused him to run into his locker. I snickered, but stopped once Matt glared at me.
"You're kidding me," Finn muttered with wide eyes. "Should we tell Kurt?"
"He won't even look at me anymore, so you'll have to tell him." I muttered. "You should also mention that I have a plan, and he can come talk to me if he wants to hear it. If not, I guess I can just tell you and you can pass it on to him."
"I'll talk to him about it," Finn shrugged.
"But what's the plan?" Mike asked once he got his shirt on.
"Well, we'd have to come clean about everything to Principal Figgins, Coach Tenaka, and Mr. Schuester before we do anything, but I don't think that that part'll be too hard." I replied. "The hard part will be to get them to let us go through with what I have in mind."
"Won't we have to tell Kurt's dad about all of this? I mean, Kurt is his son and this really involves the kid." Matt added.
"I'll take care of that tomorrow when Finn gets Kurt to go shopping with him and Mercedes." I glanced at Finn, who frowned.
"How come I'm the one that has to go shopping?" Finn snapped.
"Would you rather take him to a spa for the day?" I questioned.
"Shopping's good," Finn said quickly. "But I swear to God, if Kurt gets hurt during any of this, I will personally kick the crap out of you."
"I care about him too much to hurt him anymore," I grumbled.
"I hope you're not lying about that, because I care about him as much as you do, and I don't want to have to pick up the pieces again." Finn sighed.
I nodded in agreement and we all split up after that, heading our separate ways. I lingered back a little, watching Finn as he whistled, walking to a spot where a slim figure stood up. I realized that it was Kurt once I saw a smile light up his face. Finn gently grabbed his hand and they walked together, their hands connected until Finn told him something, which probably involved me. Kurt frowned for a minute and glanced back at the locker room door for some strange reason, maybe to catch a glimpse of me, or to just make sure Dave Karofsky wouldn't pop out and try to tackle him. He simply stood there and stared until Finn brought him back to reality by wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure no one hurts you." Finn reassured softly, but still loud enough to hear from my spot behind the corner they were about to pass. I ducked my head back into the shadows and saw them walk by.
It hurt to see Finn in the position I should've been in, telling Kurt that I would protect him and make sure he never worried about anything. That was when I knew that I'd do whatever it took to make sure I got Kurt back, even if it meant committing social status suicide.