"I almost forgot about that day," Kurt whispered, "You broke my heart, you know."
"Yeah, I broke my own heart a ton of times because I'm just stupid," Puck sighed, holding Kurt tighter, "Please, choose me." The pain and desperation in Puck's voice made Kurt's heart ache with sorrow, but Puck didn't deserve someone broken like him. "You don't need me, Puck, I'm not ready for a relationship, I need time, and you can't just keep waiting for me," he said, softly stroking Puck's cheek, a little startled when Puck grabbed his hand, forcing it to stay on his face.
"Watch me," he said fiercely, his gaze intense and serious as he looked into Kurt's eyes.
"Look, I have to go," he said, standing up, Puck standing with him. "Fine. But Kurt? I'm not giving up on you," he asked as Kurt grabbed his bag, giving him a small smile. "Don't forget about your competition."
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Dave stormed throughout the halls, mind racing with anger as he kept replaying the horrified look as Noir spat every word in his face. "That bitch, who does she think she is," he grumbled under his breath, ears perking up when he heard humming. Looking up, he saw Noir, or at least, he thought it was her, swaying through the halls without a care in the world, humming softly. As soon as she spotted him, she gave him a soft smile, then closed her eyes for a moment, then looked up at him.
"Dave?" she gasped, "Oh God," she choked, collapsing on the floor, sobs echoing throughout the halls.
I'M ALL OUT OF IDEAS. I'LL STILL BE DOING THE STORY, BUT I'VE HIT A BLOCK. HELP, PLEASE?