A/N: BLAHH I'm suffering from Glee Obsession Disorder. D:

Puck Is My Homey xD

I sat at dinner, staring at my empty plate. Instead of cooking, Chef said, "Eh, fuck it" and we got fried chicken from KFC instead. I don't like eating meat off of a bone – too primitive, in my opinion – so I previously scraped all of the meat off of the bone with a fork, and wrapped up the disgusting bone securely in a napkin. I ate it quite slowly, since the chicken got cold in the time I was stripping it off the bone – and it was dreadful.

I turned to Duncan, spinning his buffalo wing around and around between his fingers, sauce coating his fingertips. That was almost as disgusting.

"Can you stop? Please?" I asked.

He slowly put the meat back on the plate. I nodded, and looked at my drink. A Dr. Pepper with a ton of melted ice. Mouthwatering.

"Couldn't I have alternatively gotten something from Pizza Hut instead of KFC?" I asked the group. "Maybe not even a pizza; a salad would do."

LeShawna ripped the meat off of the bone with her teeth – which disgusted me further – and said, "Are you kidding, this chicken is amazing!"

Duncan tried to hold back laughter until I (somewhat softly) elbowed him in his side.

"Ow…" he softly whimpered, hardly audible. "What the hell?"

I whispered back, "Be nice!!"

"Pssh, fine." He responded.

I grinned and asked, "So…what's up with you?"

"Not much – just won a whole challenge, came here, ate chicken, and that's it."

I leaned my left elbow on the table, supporting my head, and looked at him. I found myself gazing into his eyes – a very rich sea green, you can easily get lost in that color - and wearing a goofy, flirty smile. He simply leaned on the table, and smiled – not the stupid one I found myself sporting, but a natural, hot one.

"Come outside." I said quietly.

I got up, put my plate back, and announced, "G'bye, my loves, I'm gonna spend some time alone."

After a moment, I heard Duncan go, "Meh. Not hungry."

He dropped his plate in the busboy cart thing, and on his way out, saluted the room. "Later, bitches."

I stood to the right of the entry/exit to the Mess Hall. Once he left, I grabbed his closest wrist and dragged him behind the place. Once there, I began kissing him.

He stopped to say, "Goddamn, why the sudden kissing?"

"I dunno. Felt like it." I shrugged, and continued kissing him.

After a minute or two, the people inside of the Mess Hall spilled out, and walked towards the trailers.

"Dammit." Duncan muttered under his breath, and turned towards me. "Talk to you later, love. See ya."

I sighed. "G'day."

I walked towards the trailers, until something hit me. Dammit, I was tired of keeping the biggest chunk of my life at the moment to myself. I took a sharp turn towards the Confessional.

I stood outside the door, and took a deep breath. This was going to be tough to tell the whole world.

As my sweaty palm reached for the door, I heard Beth's voice coming out from inside.

"At first, I thought he was really loutish." I heard. "Then, I saw his sweeter side today! And then, I realized he's pretty cute. I think I like Duncan a lot."

I was standing there as my jaw dropped. Next, I began laughing. Loudly. I cracked up to the point I couldn't breathe. I leaned against the trailer, catching my breath.

"I don't think he'll ever go for me, though." She continued. No, Beth. Not even if you were the last living girl on the planet - he'll turn to necrophilia. "But, whatever! My mom always told me, with a pinch of determination, and a lot of kindness, you can win any guy over!"

Laughter escaped me again. I heard the chair in the trailer scrape against the flooring, and Beth exclaims, "Who's out there laughing?"

"Aw, shit." I muttered, and ran towards the trailers.

When I got there, I pounded on Duncan's door, trying to hold back laughter still, and called, "Duncan, let me in!"

The door opened, and Duncan said, "Hey, Gwens. What's up?"

I dragged him inside, locked the door, and sat down. Out of nowhere, I began laughing. He stared at me, perplexed, until I told him, "Dude…dude…this is hilarious…"

"What?" he asked, still having no idea what the hell was going on.

"Beth likes you." The words escaped off of my tongue. Duncan was mortified.

"HOLY SHIT NO." He exclaimed. "No, no, no! I mean, I know I'm hot a—"

"Incredibly." I added.

He paused, and continued, "I know I'm incredibly hot and all, but – um, how can I put this nicely? – she's an ugly fuck."

I burst into laughter. Again. "That's the nicest you can put it?"

"Mm-hm." He nodded.

"Well, just don't talk to her, and I'm sure her feelings will blow over."

"I never talked to her once in my life."

I thought for a moment. I then said quietly, "She won't crush on you if you're not available."

After a moment he caught my drift and said even quieter, "Maybe…?"

"I really dunno." I shook my head. "I don't want Beth latched onto your arm the whole season, but I don't want Courtney to beat you to a puddle, either."

He nodded, then sighed, "Jesus, I dunno what the hell to do."

"She said she started liking you when you were somewhat nice." I recalled. "So…act like a dick."

"Not with you, though." He said quickly.

I sighed. "That's the reason she likes you. Apparently, she thought it was sweet when I got sick and how you hung out with me until I felt better?"

"I don't care. I'm not going to act like a total jackass just to prevent a wannabe from hanging off of my arm!" he exclaimed.

I grinned. How nice. I got up and simply hugged him. "That's sweet."

"Quite." He smiled.

The door was being gently knocked on, when Owen's voice sang, "Ding Dong!"

Duncan let go of me, sighed and unlocked the door.

Owen walked in, saw me simply standing there, and asked, "Gwen? Why are you in here?"

"Just to talk." I answered simply.

"Oh," he nodded and asked, "Do you feel better from earlier?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." I reassured him. I began walking out the door, waved goodbye (more specifically to Duncan) and sat outside. Of course, Beth rushed up.

"Gwen, do you know what Duncan likes?" she asked. I looked at her suspiciously, when she added, "Chris asked me, it's for a challenge."

I was about to exclaim, "BULLSHIT!" until I calmly responded, "He hates animals, people, and bright colors."

That was all true. And it was all stuff Beth loved. She looked dismayed. "Oh. What about…music? Yeah, what kind of music does he like?"

"He likes alternative rock." I said truthfully. "Like Nirvana, Escape the Fate, Smashing Pumpkins…and he hates the Jonas Brothers, Hole, and Miley Cyrus."

"…oh…" she said quietly, even more disappointed. "Well, I bet he likes something we can manage."

"We?" I asked, horrified. I knew she liked him, but Jesus, she wasn't good at hiding it.

"I mean the production crew." She reassured me. "Sorry. See you later."

She then ran off into the trailer. Once I knew she was far away, I began laughing. So desperate, so young.