(A/N): Advanced and sincere apologies for lateness and crappiness. Blame it on brain-deadness. Read, review, ENJOY! =D

Disclamer: Nuh-uh! I so don't own it. MOOOOMMMM! She said I owned it again! And we all know that I don't, so BLAH!

(Kurt's POV)

God, oh God, please make him look away. There he is. Just sitting in History. Staring at me. Again. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I may have thought that I was paranoid a couple of days ago, but now I knew that it was more. He really was looking at me, and not in a good way.

Well, define 'good' I guess. It did not look like a look that would make me feel safe – just the opposite. That was the kind of intense gaze that told me instinctually to run and hide – to throw up my arms to shield my face. It was the kind that told you curl up into a ball and beg for mercy. Or maybe it was a look that told you to go up and ask Puck what the heck his problem was.

Okay, so maybe not so much the last one for me. I'm kind of a wimp when it comes to Puck. He was terrifying – and, I mean, could you blame me? He'd tortured me my entire school life. He was always bigger and stronger than me, always the one on the throwing side of the slushie facial. Sure, he was learning a little bit more in Glee, but not enough for him to cut it out.

And back to where I was; he's staring at me. Just freaking look at someone else you creeper! What are you doing? Why do you look like you're thinking – since when have you been able to do that? I'd told Finn, but he'd kind of blown it off. The only thing that I'd gathered from that encounter was that Puck was bisexual, and that wasn't a comforting fact.

It put me even more in the crosshairs. I was irresistible (oh shut up; if you were as cute as me, you'd get it), and I couldn't blame the boy for staring. If only he wasn't looking at me like a lion looking at a wounded antelope. Because, quite frankly, that was exactly what it reminded me of – sorry, I watched too many of those shows on Animal Planet where the cute little antelope ends up dinner.

I stood up, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, chatting idly with Mercedes while the bell rang, signaling passing periods. When I started walking towards the door, I saw Puck move to. I could have sworn that he was pacing his footsteps to match mine – but, how was I supposed to prove that to anyone?

We reached the door at the same time, Mercedes having favored walking with Tina at that point (we're all rocky right now; don't ask me. It's girl drama, and while I may be an honorary girl, I never will completely understand all of their hormones and mood swings.). There was an awkward moment of hesitation on both of our parts, each signaling for the other to go through first.

He stopped moving and gesturing and just looked down at me. My breath caught in my throat. Wow, he really did have amazing eyes… snap out of it, Kurt. He chuckled a bit, then made a wide sweeping movement with his arms, holding the door for me. I glanced up at him through my eyebrows, then back down. I walked out of the door, under his outstretched arms.

He walked up quickly behind me, matching my pace for a second, shooting sideways looks at me. Then, he turned to go down a different hallway. But before he left, he shot me a quick wink (which was, at that point, not that strange), and a small wave of his left hand. That was strange. What was even more strange was my reaction.

I just stood there for a minute, before remembering where I was, and hurrying to my next class. My heart was beating all too fast, and my cheeks were burning a very obvious and bright red. My hand crossed my body to rub my left arm uncomfortably. I pulled a little bit at the collar of my Gucci shirt, trying to make my flushed skin cool down.

I smiled at myself as I sat down, not even remembering getting into class, or what class it was. I heard Mr. Schuester start talking, so I safely assumed that I was in Spanish. I was so unaware of my surroundings, wondering what Puck was doing that I didn't even notice when note landed on my desk. I heard someone clear their throat, and I looked up to see Finn looking at me, then at the note, then back at me. Obviously, he wanted me to read it.

Sighing, I picked it up and read it. 'You seem distracted,' well he sure was right about that. I kept reading, 'Wanna talk after school? I'm always there for you!' there were a few cute little drawings and his sloppy signature, signed with x's and o's. I held the note to my heart briefly (being overly cliché and dramatic) then let my hand fall.

In all of my consideration about Puck, I hadn't remembered Finn. Yeah, Finn, my boyfriend, the sweet, sensitive, caring, athletic one. The one that cared enough to drop me a silly little note with no real need to. The one that would always be there for support. The one that I was neglecting for thoughts of Puck.

I had no right to be thinking about any other boys that way, especially Puck, bad boy extraordinaire, Finn's best friend. Just because he shot me a look, it didn't mean anything. I couldn't just be that fickle, jumping from one interest to another; I was in with Finn for the long run, so I needed to start acting like it.

(Puck's POV)

Whatever stupid ghost or puppet master or whatever tried to (and kinda did) posses me earlier was kinda a jerk. I'd just been acting on Quinn's (the Queen Bitch Bee in my head) orders. I'd been looking at Kurt, sending some subtle (yeah, I can do that too) messages. He'd looked a little freaked out, but who wouldn't be excited to have badass Puckzilla staring at them?

That should have been enough – not laying it on too thick – just looking at him like that. But of course, my idiot body was taking a whole different route. It had gone in for closer contact, probably scaring the little girly-boy off. Damnit. If only I had thought with my head, rather than my… you can fill in the blank.

But something more that just my usual self-confidence and cockiness had filled me when we were so close. It was… guilt, I guess. I'd kinda been screwing Finn over from the start – sleeping with his girl (who I was in love with, in all fairness to me), making him deal with her parents anger, and now I was trying to steal his freaking boyfriend. Steal him for said girlfriend.

That was jacked up. I felt pretty sorry for the tall (and still lovable) idiot who I call my best friend. I really didn't deserve his trust and friendship, but I took it anyway. I took what I could get because I was selfish. I know it wasn't fair, or right, or morale, or whatever. But I was a stupid punk teenager. Who was I supposed to care about besides myself?

I guess – if I was being honest (that would be for once in my life) – I would say that I'd felt more than just the usual, and the guilt. I felt kinda… I'm not sure, a tug on my gut or something. When I was staring at Kurt, I'd realized his pretty eyes, and his shiny, sprayed back hair. That wasn't good. I couldn't get… I'm not sure… a crush or something. That was against the 'Puck' code – the one that said that I was a player and nothing else.

And I wouldn't do that to Finn. Like I said, I'm really jacking his life up right now, so I shouldn't go all anti-Puck on his first boyfriend. That was just messed up. Then again, I was kinda a messed up dude. But… I had to do what Quinn said. I loved her so much, and she mattered so much.

I'd told her that I'd do this, and so I would, no matter how stupid I KNEW it was. Because I was in it with Quinn for the long run, and I needed to act like it.

(A/N): Probably won't even remember writing this tomorrow. Love you all, review if you love me back.