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Note: This chapter was in Kurt's POV, but it'll be in Puck's POV next time. We all have to have a serious talk now.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure no one hurts you." Finn reassured me softly, his arms tightening around my shoulders.

I smiled weakly and snuggled closer against his side. "I know you will."

Even though I looked reassuring on the outside, I was secretly freaking out in the inside. I had three bruting jocks wanting to wring my neck at any given moment, and Dave Karofsky, the boy who has hated me since 6th grade, is leading them. Just great. To top it all off, Puck is supposed to have an amazing plan and wants to talk to me about it. I am seriously considering having Finn just meet Puck and tell me the plan after. I'm afraid that Puck will go wild with hope that he might have a chance at getting me back (which is so wrong because he doesn't) and drag me to the nearest room that has a table that can support the both of us as he tries to have make-up sex. That's the kind of thing his Neanderthal brain would approve of instantly.

Finn drove me over to his house after our little discussion and we did...well, guy stuff. He got me reeled in to Halo, which was an incredibly addicting game, and we watched a couple of basketball games. His mom, who is pretty nice, let me stay for dinner and Finn drove me home after that. He walked me to my porch and I saw my dad watching us from the living room window for a split second to see who I was with. Ever since the day I came home crying that Puck broke my heart, he'd been very reluctant to let any more boys in my life. Once he met Finn, though, he actually grew to like him. He approves of Finn way more than he did Puck.

"I was thinking that tomorrow, maybe we could go to the mall with Mercedes." Finn spoke up with a small smile as he leaned in toward me.

"Why?" I asked with a soft giggle.

"I was kind of thinking that I need some new clothes, and I figured that you two could help me out with that, since you guys are good with fashion and everything." He replied.

"Um, that sounds great." I smiled up at him before giving him a small hug. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye."

Just as I reached to open the front door, he gently grabbed my hand and stopped me from doing so. I glanced at him curiously, only to feel his lips softly against mine. Now I know what some of you must be thinking ('Push him away, you idiot!' or 'You need to be thinking about Puck right now and how you two should make up!') so you guys have to understand that Finn Hudson, the boy who I'd been crushing on for as long as I could remember, was kissing me. Not Quinn Fabray or Rachel Berry, but me, Kurt Hummel. For all I cared, Puck could've been watching Finn and I from the street.

I put my arms on Finn's chest as he pushed me against the door, the knob jiggling slightly when my hip hit the side of it. I kissed him back, obviously, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. It was a clean, gentle kiss that didn't last for too long, but by the time we broke apart, I was flustered and Finn had a soft blush on his cheeks. I leaned against the door and glanced up at him, his hands still clutching my hips.

"May I ask what that was for?" I murmured.

"I figured that that would help you get over Puck and all the crap he's put you through." Finn then smiled shyly. "Plus you looked kinda cute when you looked up at me all confused."

I felt my face heat up even more, if it was possible, and I looked away with a soft laugh.

"Have a nice night, Kurt." He kissed the top of my head softly and began to walk back to his car.

As soon as I managed to scramble into my house, my dad was already interrogating me about what happened. I almost laughed at how worried he looked.

"Nothing happened, Dad, he was just telling me to have a nice night." I replied and walked over to the stairs that led to my basement bedroom. "The goodnight kiss was an added bonus, though."

I left my dad to think about that and dialed Mercedes's house number. I plopped down on my bed as she finally picked up, the sound of her brothers playing Rock Band quite audible in the background.

"Hey, Kurt. What's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know that Finn wanted to take us shopping with him tomorrow. He knows our fashionable taste and would like us to spruce up his wardrobe."

"Ooh, sounds fun. That boy was starting to look like a train wreck anyways; he needs our help."

"Tell me about it." I paused for a moment, wondering whether I should tell her about the kiss. "Mer, can I tell you something that you promise not to tell anyone else?"

"From what happened last time I told someone, yeah, you can tell me. I can't handle another scandal like the one that went around when..."

"When I was opening my legs for Puck?"

"I was going to say 'when you and Puck had that thing going on' but I guess you can be that harsh if you want to."

"You don't have to sugar coat things for me. I'm a big boy and I can handle the cruel reality of the world."

"Alright, whatever you say. So, what did you want to tell me?"

"...Finn kissed me when he walked me up to my front door tonight."

"You've got to be kidding me. There's no way Finn would ever try to get someone off the rebound, especially you. I mean, he has more class than that."

"Technically, I'm not off the rebound. Puck and I were never officially dating."

"Kurt, please tell me that you're not justifying what he did-"

"Mercedes, the boy I've been crushing on for, like, ever decide to kiss me. How can I not justify it?"

"I just don't want you to give your hopes up and get crushed again. And before you say anything, I know Finn isn't that kind of guy, but he could duck out if he thinks that it's going to do damage to his rep, or his life."

I had no solid argument to counteract hers; she might be right. What if Finn gets scared of how his feelings are acting up- wait, stop right there. I know Finn and how he lets his feelings show. I shouldn't be worrying about this.

"If he ducks out, then he ducks out, but for the time being, he's being pretty sincere about it. He's treating me nice, letting me spend my evenings at his house, and giving me lifts around town. I think that we're headed in the right direction."

I could hear her sigh on the other line. "Just don't let Puck know this happened. Can you imagine how pissed he'll get? I don't want him coming to you with all of this anger he'll have and let it out on your poor little heart."

"I don't plan on telling him anytime soon, so no worries."

"Good. Just in case, though, can I phone Artie and tell him to run Puck over with his wheelchair tomorrow?"

"As much as I'd love to see that, no. It's best that Puck have no clue as to what's going on, and he can't have any suspicions either."

If I had any idea how chaotic that one simple kiss would be, I would've expelled it from my mind for good, if that was even possible. Damn hormones.