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Lyrics are in italics song is 'All I Wanted' by Paramore

Chapter 26-All I Wanted

As soon as Kurt stepped out of his car the next day, Coach Sylvester wrapped her arm around his shoulders and proceeded to lead him up to the school. At first, Kurt had no idea what she wanted with him, but he soon realised the Cheerleading Coach was providing him with some much needed protection. Word had obviously gotten around about Karofsky's expulsion and Kurt beating him up. Needless to say, Karofsky's minions were not best pleased. They all glared daggers at Kurt as he passed, but did not dare to attack while the tracksuit-wearing blonde was at his side.

"Ok Lady Face, I think I'll leave you with Muscles here." Coach Sylvester said as she stopped beside Puck and clapped the mohawked teen on the shoulder. "He can protect you if anyone attacks. Don't leave him alone," She told Puck sternly. "I don't care if Porcelain needs to take a leak, you will stay by his side even as the urine journeys out of the one part of him that proves he's male, is that understood?"

"Sure is, Mam." Puck nodded knowing he had no choice and the Cheerleading Coach moved on to hassle Jacob Ben Israel for trying to look up Rachel's mini-skirt. "Can we talk, or are you still in your bitch mode?"

Kurt's features contorted into a scowl and Puck sneered right back at him, clearly unimpressed with Kurt's diva-like attitude. Looking away from Puck, the countertenor snatched sight of Quinn prowling through the corridors as if she owned the place. On the surface, it appeared as though she hadn't a care in the world, but knowing that she and Sam had broken up, Kurt suspected it was just an act, the Cheerio uniform merely offered her a false confidence and sense of protection. He soon found himself upon the receiving end of Azimio's mutinous glare but the bully did nothing else as he swept by. Next, Kurt's eyes were drawn to Brittany. Her eyes were vacant and she moved slowly through the flocks of students, not even reacting when people accidentally jostled her as they past. He could only assume that Santana had owned up to whatever had happened between herself and Puck, and that Brittany had been devastated to hear it. Seeing Brittany look so defeated made Kurt's heart ache and reminded him of his anger towards Santana.

Speaking of Santana, the Latina came through the doors and raced to catch up with Brittany. She made to take the blonde girl's hand but Brittany pulled away and stormed on ahead, quietly mumbling for Santana to leave her alone. Several people stopped to stare and Santana snapped at them bitchily and shoved a member of the AV club roughly against a wall before stomping away.

"You going to class or not?" Puck asked regaining his attention.

Not replying, Kurt leaned close and wrapped his arms around Puck, burying his face into his neck. After initially tensing up at the contact, Puck slowly wound his arms around Kurt in a loose hug.

"I don't hate you." Kurt told him quietly and Puck tightened the hug for a short second.

"I didn't mean it either." Puck replied pulling away and lightly taking hold of Kurt's chin in one hand. "And I swear to you, it wasn't what it looked like with Santana. Me and her have always been fucked up, probably always will be… but all she wants is Brittany, and all I want is you."

"I hardly know what I want anymore." Kurt admitted as he linked his fingers around Puck's wrist before moving the other boy's hand off his chin and letting go. "I mean… I know what my dick wants," Kurt whispered quickly hoping he didn't blush. "But everything else is just a world of confusion. It's funny, just a year ago I'd never had any attention from another boy in a romantic or sexual sense. Now this year is an entirely different story. There's you, Blaine, Sam and Karofsky. I really don't know what to do with myself."

"Sam?" Puck asked not sounding too happy. "Since when is he interested in you like that? He'd better back off because you're… well, I guess you're not actually mine but… you will be… right?"

"Sam and I are just friends." Kurt replied. "He isn't a threat to any future relationships I may have."

"Hey Kurt," Tina's voice called as she made her way towards them. "Is it true what people are saying? Did you really beat up Karofsky?"

"I did." Kurt nodded and Tina looked at him in awe, Puck just smirked a little. "You coming to class?" He asked her and she nodded before linking her arm with his. They walked side by side, Puck following behind them with his eyes in Kurt's ass.

In the back of the classroom, beneath the table, Puck had settled a hand on Kurt's thigh. If anyone were to look at Kurt, they wouldn't be able to tell that anything was going on. He made no visible reaction to the contact, but he didn't force Puck's hand away either which the mohawked boy took as a good sign.

Toward the end of the lesson, Kurt had completed all of his work and dropped one arm under the table to rest his hand atop of Puck's on his leg. He roamed his fingers over Puck's knuckles and absentmindedly traced patterns on the back of his hand. Blocking out the surrounding noise of the other students, Kurt attempted to sort out his conflicting thoughts and feelings about the boy beside him.

He of course found Puck attractive, but he had genuine feelings for him too, he could no longer deny that. The idea of being in a proper relationship with him was highly exciting but also terrifying. Then there were all the other factors to consider. Things between Puck and Santana were complicated and Kurt couldn't be sure that their situation was truly over. He wasn't sure what to believe about the happening of the previous evening's events. He supposed he ought to have listened to a full explanation rather than leave when he did. It wasn't really Puck he was angry with though, he was mad at Santana, and jealous of her and upset. But he'd seen with his own eyes that Santana was as desperately in love with Brittany as she claimed, just that morning he'd seen her trying to talk with Brittany and make things right between them. He let out a sigh before moving to the side and resting his head on Puck's shoulder.

"Finished being a bitch yet?" Puck asked, his tone teasing rather than hostile.

"Shut up." Kurt replied with a half-hearted eye-roll.

He felt Puck shift closer to him and the hand on his thigh moved closer to his groin area. As Puck's fingers rubbed his inner-thigh, Kurt used his hand to direct Puck's hand the rest of the way to his cock. He kept his hand over Puck's and spread his legs out so Puck could better massage his clothed penis.

The students around them were actually doing their work for once and therefore oblivious to the two boys. The teacher however had a clear view of everything that happened in the classroom. He could see every time a pupil pulled their cell phone out of their jean pocket to send or read a text, so he could obviously see what Puck and Kurt were doing. Judging by the pink tinge on the man's cheeks, he was clearly too embarrassed to call them out on it and chose to ignore it.

The only other person who knew what was happening was Tina. Next to Kurt, she too had completed her class work for the day. Rather than feign ignorance, she twisted her body round a little in her chair and watched with an innocent smile on her face and a wet stain of guilt in her panties.

If Kurt or Puck felt awkward about her eyes on them, they didn't mention it. Of course, they could have been too engrossed in one another to even notice or indeed care.

Class ended and Puck reluctantly pulled his hand away. Kurt took a deep breath, the evidence of their activities still showing in his skinny jeans. He turned to face Tina who gave him a shy grin as she packed her things away. As he stood on shaky legs, Tina placed her hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper where the comfiest Janitor's closet was located.

"Thanks." He mumbled with a hint of embarrassment as he carefully positioned his bag so it covered his excitement.

Slowly, he and Puck made their way out of the room, the teacher shooting them a very disapproving look but not voicing his objections to what they had been doing.

As he had a study period, Kurt led the way to the Janitor's closet Tina had recommended and Puck eagerly followed. Door closed and locked, Kurt set his bag down on a chair that was there and Puck did the same before stepping towards him, his hand instantly moving to palm Kurt through the fabric of his jeans.

A moan of enjoyment slipped through Kurt's lips and he gripped Puck's biceps to keep himself from collapsing. He did nothing to stop Puck from unbuckling his sparkly belt and unzipping his jeans. As Puck slipped his hand past the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his hard flesh, Kurt let out a gasp. He knew in his head that he may regret receiving a hand-job in a Janitor's closet later on, but at that moment, his teenage body and hormones didn't care enough to put a stop to it.

Ignoring the doubts that were still whispering in his brain, Kurt threw caution to the wind and pulled Puck into a kiss. With the other boy's tongue flicking expertly against his own in his mouth, it didn't take Kurt very long at all to find release and ejaculate into the guitar player's hand. His body shuddered, his vision blurred and his breath came in small pants as Puck quietly tucked his penis away and closed his jeans back up.

"Thank you." Kurt said politely before wincing at how lame and virginal that probably was.

"You're welcome." Puck replied obviously not bothered by Kurt's relative innocence. "You ready?" Puck asked gesturing to the door.

"Not yet," Kurt told him as he eyed the bulge in Puck's jeans. Last time Puck had given him a hand-job in his car, Kurt hadn't been ready to reciprocate and Puck had been very gracious about that. But Kurt was ready this time and he knew he definitely owed it to Puck to make the boy experience a pleasurable orgasm. "I think it's my turn to take care of you now." He tried to sound sexy but he was sure he just sounded silly and nervous.

His fingers trembling slightly, he got to work on freeing Puckzilla from the confines of his jeans. He briefly wondered if the Jewish boy ever wore underwear but the thought soon left him when his eyes viewed the circumcised cock before him. Falling softly to his knees, Kurt tried to give an impression of confidence as he placed one hand at Puck's hip and wrapped the other around the base of Puck's erect penis.

"You don't have to." Puck told him quietly even as his dick hardened in Kurt's hand.

"It's ok," Kurt replied in a breathy whisper. "I want to."

Trying to contain his nerves, Kurt flicked his tongue out to lap at the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered on the tip. It was a little salty, but not as awful as Kurt had always expected such a thing to be. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Puck's cock, almost expecting the boy above him to laugh at such an action, but Puck only stroked his hair in a comforting fashion. If Kurt hadn't been so nervous yet aroused at what he was doing, he'd have berated Puck for messing up his hair.

Gaining a little more confidence, Kurt circled his tongue around the head before licking his way down the pulsating vein on the underside and then back up. Taking Puck's in take of breath as a good sign, Kurt stretched his mouth open and sucked at the head. Breathing out of his nose, he relaxed his throat and went down. In his enthusiasm, he accidentally scraped Puck's sensitive organ with his teeth and the resulting gasp was clearly a sound of pain.

Embarrassed, Kurt pulled away and muttered an apology.

"It's ok," Puck told him. "Keep going."

Kurt moved down for a second attempt and swallowed as much as he could. His mouth had engulfed three quarters of the length when he pulled back, his teeth accidentally digging in to the skin again. Hearing another grunt of pain from Puck, Kurt pulled away completely, his face burning with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." Kurt mumbled quickly moving to his feet and snatching up his bag. He rushed out of the closet leaving Puck behind him; his humiliation however still clung to Kurt.

Finding Mercedes, Kurt attached himself to her and managed to avoid Puck for the rest of the day. There were a few tense moments when he spied the mohawk at the other end of the corridor but he always managed to duck out of the way and hide just in time.

Noticing his strange behaviour, Mercedes and Sam questioned Kurt as to what was going on. Sending Sam an apologetic look, Kurt explained to them what had happened in the closet, sincerely hoping neither of them would laugh at his clumsiness. Mercedes covered her mouth with her hand and Kurt looked away from her knowing she was struggling not to giggle. Sam had a wounded looking expression upon his face, obviously glad it wasn't his groin that had gotten such treatment.

"Just laugh, Mercedes." Kurt sighed. "Get it out of your system."

His favourite shopping partner erupted into a fit of giggles, tears of laughter streaming down her face and clutching at her stomach. While she laughed, Kurt faced Sam hoping for some helpful advice or words of comfort.

"I'm sure it could have been worse." Sam told him and Kurt closed his eyes as the embarrassing horror replayed in his mind. "Just forget about it."

"I would love to have seen Puck's face." Mercedes laughed and even Sam's lips twitched a little in amusement. "I'm sorry baby, I don't mean to laugh but… haha, it's just too funny. Oh, I have to call Tina." She took out her cell phone preparing to call the Gothic girl but Sam stopped her and shook his head saying it wasn't a good idea. "Right, sorry Kurt." She apologised, her giggle fit finally over.

"What should I do?" Kurt asked them.

"That's really up to you, little guy." Sam answered and Mercedes nodded her agreement.

"Before you decide what to do you need to ask yourself what you really want." Mercedes said. "Either you want to be with Puck or you don't."

"It's not that simple." Kurt tried to object but Mercedes refused to hear any more.

"No Kurt, it really is." Mercedes insisted. "You already told me you think you like him, and he made it clear to the whole Glee club that he likes you, so either you want a taste of that Jewish stud or you don't. Just let me know when you've made up your mind so I can threaten his ass if he ever hurts you."

"Carole is fond of Puck." Kurt mused. "And I'm sure my dad would come around in ten years or so."

"More like thirty." Mercedes commented. "I know what your dad's like."

"And Finn wouldn't mind… would he?" Kurt asked.

"He'll be cool with it." Sam said.

"And if he's not I'll give him hell." Mercedes added.

"What about you 'Cedes?" Kurt asked. "As my best friend any boy I may date needs your approval."

"If you really like him then I'm all for it." Mercedes told him and he smiled as he hugged her.

"Sam?" Kurt asked tentatively looking at the bisexual blonde boy who had apparently been crushing on him without his awareness.

"If he hurts you I'll kill him." Sam promised. "But I don't think that'll be necessary."

"You really are amazing." Kurt smiled as he moved to embrace the blonde. "We are still friends right?" He asked.

"Always." Sam answered him pressing a kiss to his cheek that Kurt returned. "We should probably put an end to our pretend boyfriend status though."

"So you're breaking up with me?" Kurt asked putting on a pout that made Sam chuckle, Mercedes just look confused.

"You and I just aren't meant to be, little guy." Sam said. "But you and Puck could be."

"Um, I hate to break up the love fest," Mercedes interrupted. "But am I missing something here?"

Kurt looked to Sam to answer as he wasn't sure what to say.

"I sort of have a little thing for, Kurt." Sam answered with a straight face and Mercedes looked between them obviously trying to figure out if it was a joke or not. "I've recently discovered that I'm bisexual, that's why Quinn broke up with me last night."

"Oh." Mercedes responded still not sure if it was true or not since Sam had always joked about being Kurt's second boyfriend. "So Kurt, you gonna get it on with Puck or not?"

"I'm not sure." Kurt replied from where he sat between them. "I don't think I can even look at him right now, I'm too embarrassed."

"You have to face him sometime." Mercedes reasoned. "Might as well be today at Glee club."

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Glee time came about and Kurt kept his head down so he could avoid Puck's eye. He could feel Puck staring at him and it made him shrivel in embarrassment from what happened between them earlier. He cursed his sexual inexperience and hoped it wouldn't ruin his chances to get with Puck, even though he still hadn't made a full conscious decision whether to pursue a relationship with the other boy or not.

After Mr. Schue's usual inspiring talk, he got them all up on their feet and instructed them through a physical and vocal warm up. They did a run through of one of their numbers before Santana raised a hand and said she would like to perform.

"That's great, Santana," Mr. Schue told her. "But maybe next time. We have a lot of rehearsing to do."

"I just wanna sing a song; it won't even take five minutes." Santana retorted as she stubbornly stood her ground. "You always let Berry sing, why should I be any different?"

"She does have a point, Mr. Schue." Rachel admitted.

"Ok, let's see what you got." Mr. Schue said as he sat down, smiling as though he'd never denied Santana's request in the first place.

"I know I messed things up." Santana said looking right at Brittany who was sat beside Kurt. "I know that I've gotten almost everything wrong and I know that I've hurt you. I know what you all think of me," Her eyes moved to look at Kurt. "I know you think I'm a bitchy slut who doesn't care about anyone or anything. You probably all hate me most of the time, and I know I've given all of you a reason to be mad at me at one point or another." She looked from Kurt and Brittany who were currently mad at her now, then to Rachel who she had often made fun of, and to Quinn who she had treated so poorly during the girl's pregnancy. "And I know that I probably deserve to be alone," Santana continued as she returned her gaze to Brittany. "But through every hateful word I've spoken in my life and every hurtful thing I've ever done, intentionally or not, there's only ever been one good thing in my life that I've really wanted to hold on to. That's you, Brittany."

She turned her back to the audience and whispered to the band before turning back round. The music started up and Santana began to sing, her eyes only for Brittany.

"Think of me when you're out, when you're out there, I'll beg you nice from my knees, And when the world treats you way too fairly, Well, it's a shame I'm a dream. All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you…" Santana poured all her heart, soul and emotion into the words she was singing.

Brittany listened to her sing, not really sure where to look. First, she stared at her feet. Then she looked at Kurt's shoes because his were much nicer than hers. Then she fixed her eyes to the ceiling, then to the door before looking to her side where Kurt had taken a gentle hold of her hand. He squeezed her fingers comfortingly and she squeezed back.

"I think I'll pace my apartment a few times, And fall asleep on the couch, And wake up early to black and white re-runs, That escaped from the mouth, oh, oh. All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you…" Santana had to really strain her voice to hit the required notes but she managed to do it just as well as Haley Williams herself.

Lifting her eyes from where they lingered on her and Kurt's conjoined hands, Brittany looked to the boy's face and realised that he was staring longingly at Puck who was gazing right back at him. She could see the love the two boys had for each other and she wanted for them to be together. Looking to the front where Santana was performing, she finally found it in herself to make eye-contact with the Latina. Her heart beat increased at all the emotion she was seeing in Santana's usually guarded eyes. The look in her eyes was like a combination of all the swimming emotions in Kurt's glaze pools and Puck's chocolate irises.

"I could follow you to the beginning, Just to relive the start, And maybe then we'll remember to slow down, At all of our favourite parts. All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you, All I wanted was you." Santana finished the song, almost screaming the words rather than singing but the sound was still beautiful.

There was the customary applause from the group and Santana stood still, slightly breathless from having poured out her heart to the blonde girl sat in the middle of the front row. It only took for the first tear to slip from Santana's eye for Brittany to realise she couldn't stay mad at the girl. She was on her feet and throwing herself at Santana before the second tear could even form.

To Be Continued

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