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Woops, forgot to write in Tina and Artie performing a duet together last chapter lol, so let's ignore that little cock-up and pretend they sang together, but like I said, chapter 27 was all about getting Quinn to sing the Halestorm song.

Chapter 28-Bubbles Vs Action Man

A week later, Quinn and Sam seemed the epitome of a happy couple. The two could often be seen walking down the corridors hand-in-hand, the crowds parting ways for them. Despite how perfect they looked together, Puck still didn't like it. Unfortunately, plans to pull the two apart were not working. Kurt and Rachel failed to think of anything and Finn was at such a loss he was starting to suggest Puck's plan of beating Sam up might not be such a bad idea after all.

On a happier note, Tina and Mike were no more. The gothic chick was with Artie again and the boy couldn't have looked happier.

"Nice work, dude." Puck complimented the first time he had witnessed the newly reformed couple share a kiss in the school hallway.

"Thanks." Artie grinned as they bumped fists. "I owe it all to you."

"Nah, you won her back yourself." Puck told him as he wheeled Artie towards their next class. "All I did was give you a little more confidence. She'd have come back to you eventually with or without my help."

"So how are things with Mr. Hummel?" Artie asked in amusement. "Does he still crack his knuckles and glare whenever he sees you?"

"Only if Kurt or Carole aren't looking." Puck admitted.

"Just give it time." Artie suggested.

"Yeah, that's what everyone keeps telling me." Puck said with a roll of his eyes. "But Finn's gonna help me try and bond with papa bear this weekend when Kurt goes to see Wicked with Barbara and Aretha."

"You really ought to call them by their names." Artie advised. "Especially Mercedes. If Burt sees that she's accepting of you then his approval of you should come a whole lot faster. You've won Finn and his mum over, and Kurt of course, now your best chance to win Mr. Hummel's acceptance is our very own Mercedes Jones."

"Any tips how to sweeten her up?" Puck asked.

"Buy her something fashionable and expensive." Artie suggested with a shrug.

"Damn, I'm broke." Puck complained as they entered the classroom and moved to their seats near the middle of the room. "I blew all my cash on those Wicked tickets for Kurt. Couldn't I just beat up some dweeb to impress her? That always worked with Santana."

"Well Puck, I can assure you that Mercedes is not Santana." Artie replied. "Just be yourself, sit with her at lunch so the two of you can talk."

"Talking, yeah I can do that." Puck nodded. "Wait, no, I can't do that. What do I talk to her about? We have nothing in common."

"Sure you do." Artie encouraged him. "You're both in Glee club and you both love Kurt, that'll be enough. But remember, Mercedes can smell fear, don't let on that you're scared and you'll be totally fine."

"But what if I do let on that I'm… scared?" He whispered the last word.

"Then she'll eat you alive." Artie remarked as if he was commenting on the weather.

"Oh, is that all?" Puck asked sarcastically before grumbling unintelligibly about girls being more trouble than they're worth and father's being overly-protective.

In his next lesson, Puck sat beside his boyfriend and quietly asked him what type of things Mercedes liked. Giving him a funny look, Kurt listed a few things, none of which was useful to Puck as he had no idea what any of them even meant.

"Why are you even asking?" Kurt questioned as he copied the lecture notes off of the board, elbowing Puck's side to persuade him to do the same.

"I need to make nice with her." Puck answered. "If Mercedes likes me then maybe your old man will hate me less. So I need something I can talk to her about, something we have in common."

"So talk about me and how amazingly fabulous I am." Kurt replied as he smoothed out his hair.

"You got it." Puck smirked as he leaned in to whisper in the pale boy's ear. "Should I tell her how fucking awesome you are when you give head?"

"Don't even think about it." Kurt hissed back as his cheeks flushed crimson.

"Damn I wanna fuck you." Puck breathed out as his eyes lustfully roamed Kurt's body. "Shit, I said that out loud didn't I?" He asked sheepishly and Kurt nodded as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sorry."

"Honestly Noah, there's no need to apologise." Kurt assured him. "Besides, it isn't as if I haven't been thinking about it." He added in a whisper as he moved one hand under the table to lightly stroke Puck's thigh.

"Yeah?" Puck asked cocking an eyebrow. "What exactly have you been thinking in that pretty little head of yours?"

Before answering, Kurt scanned his eyes about the room to ensure no-one was eavesdropping and that their teacher's attention was elsewhere.

"You on your knees," Kurt told him huskily, his voice sounding more masculine than usual. "With your mouth around my cock, sucking me till I cum down your throat… then we'd move to the bed, I'd spread my legs for you, begging you to take me. Because sometimes, I just want you so badly… I want your cock." His hand moved to cover Puck's groin through his jeans. "You're so big Action Man; I know you'd make me scream so loud if you had your cock inside me… my tight little hole stretched around you."

"Fuck." Puck swore as Kurt continued to massage the bulge in his pants.

"Mr. Puckerman, Mr. Hummel?" The teacher interrupted. "Are you paying attention?"

"Of course, Miss." Kurt replied innocently.

"Uh." Puck whimpered as Kurt's hand disappeared, leaving him highly unsatisfied with a pulsing erection.

"Fucking homos." Somebody muttered from across the classroom only to be sent out with the teacher glaring harshly after them and promising to report them to the Principal.

Lesson over, Puck waited till everyone else had filed out before standing and moving slowly due to the swollen member between his legs.

"I'm pleased you find my lesson so exciting, Puck." Miss Davies smirked obviously noticing her pupil's arousal. "Though for a moment I was worried you might be finding it a little hard to keep up."

Kurt grinned and his eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly finding the situation highly comical.

"Oh shut up." Puck groaned glaring at both of them before shuffling out the door. "Tease." He snapped at Kurt.

"Sorry." Kurt chuckled before checking the corridors then pulling Puck into the Janitor's closet. "Let me make it up to you."

Soon enough, Puck and Kurt were kissing feverishly and their hands found their way down one another's pants. They jerked one another off, Puck reaching his climax first before working to ensure Kurt found relief. Once they were both spent, Kurt lifted Puck's top up and wiped his sticky hand over his abs.

"I'm not wiping that stuff on my designer jeans." Kurt said by way of an explanation.

"Little fucker." Puck laughed kissing him deeply as he wiped his own sticky hand on the leg of his jeans, not caring about the stain he was leaving behind.

After smoothing his hair out, Kurt pressed a final kiss to Puck's mouth before cracking the door open to peer outside.

"Oh, hey." Kurt greeted bashfully to whoever was on the other side.

"Hey Kurty." Puck heard Brittany respond brightly.

Pushing the door open fully, Kurt stepped out and Puck followed him. Brittany and Santana then made their way inside, the Latina girl throwing them a smirk before she shut the door.

Lunchtime came, and taking Artie's advice, Puck followed Mercedes and sat beside her at the table. She lifted an eyebrow as she stared at him, her expression clearly asking 'what the hell?'

"So, that solo you did in Glee the other week was badass." Puck complimented.

"I know." Mercedes replied with a shrug sounding more like Rachel than herself.

"Ok…" Puck sighed awkwardly realising paying her compliments wasn't going to work. "Kurt's ass looks pretty fuckable in those designer jeans right?" From the look he received he could tell talking about Kurt in such a way wasn't going to do him any favours. "I mean… Kurt's awesome. He has the best singing voice of anyone I know. He's definitely the most talented guy in Glee club. I really care about him."

"Shut up Jewish boy." Mercedes interrupted with a dramatic roll of her eyes as she ate her chicken breast. "You're saying everything wrong and you're making a fool of yourself."

"So meet me halfway." Puck implored her. "I say something, and then you respond so we have a proper conversation going."

"And why would I want to converse with you?" Mercedes asked him.

"I'm dating your best friend." Puck pointed out. "We should get along. Kurt would really like that."

"Look Puck," Mercedes said gently. "Kurt really cares about you and I accept that. I see that he's happy with you so I'm happy for him."

"I'm sensing a 'but'." Puck interjected with a frown.

"But…" Mercedes continued. "Whatever it is he sees in you, I just don't see it. I look at you and I see the same douche bag who got Quinn knocked up."

"Well I'm hardly going to impregnate Kurt." Puck told her. "In case you didn't notice, we're both dudes… oh, don't tell Kurt I called him a dude."

"How do you know the word 'impregnate'?" Mercedes asked him in shock. "Never mind, that's not important. Just because you can't get Kurt into that kind of trouble doesn't mean you won't hurt him."

"I'm not out to hurt him." Puck groaned sick of people always assuming the worst in him. "I love him."

"You said you loved Quinn." Mercedes pointed out. "And last time I checked you two aren't even speaking to one another."

"That's different." Puck sighed. "I loved her, I still love her, I'm just not in love with her. And it's not my fault the chick ain't speaking to me. Seriously, that girl's got issues."

"No thanks to you." Mercedes remarked.

"Sure, everything bad just has to be my fault." Puck scoffed in annoyance. "I love Kurt more than anything, all I want is for his old man and his best friend to at least try to like me, but I guess that's asking for too much. Kinda makes me wonder why he calls you his best friend."

"I am his best friend." Mercedes insisted. "Don't you be making me out to be the bad guy, I will cut you."

Remembering how Artie warned him that Mercedes could smell fear, Puck fought hard to keep calm and look nonchalant even as she curled her hands into fists.

"If you cared about Kurt as much as you say you do, you'd at least make the effort to be friends with me." Puck told her before grabbing his sandwich, taking a large mouthful then walking away.

In his last lesson of the day, Puck was moderately surprised when Mercedes stopped by his desk asking if the seat beside him was free. Part of him wanted to tell her 'no' but he knew that was childish. So he pulled the seat out for her to sit down.

The first ten minutes were spent in silence, neither of them really knowing what to say to the other. Eventually, Puck decided to try his luck by striking up a conversation about some girly movies his little sister and Kurt frequently made him watch. It took a while, but eventually the fragmented conversation became more comfortable. Of course, both of them were far too proud to admit they were wrong and apologise for their behaviour. Still, even if Puck hadn't successfully worked his way into Mercedes' good graces, he was certainly taking a step in the right direction. Attitude and sassiness aside, Puck could also see why Kurt adored Mercedes so much.

At home, he helped his sister with her science project. The result was not a good one. All the two siblings managed to do was created one hell of a mess in the kitchen that their mother made them clean up.

"Nice one, Bubbles." Puck sniped shoving Sarah's shoulder.

"Hey, it was your fault, not mine." She retorted as she flicked soapy water at his face.

"Was not." Puck replied mussing her hair up.

"Was too." Sarah responded before tipping the whole bucket of water over his head.

"Oh, you are so dead." Puck told her before grabbing her around the waist, pulling her to himself and then tickling her sides.

She shrieked with laughter before biting and scratching her way out of his hold. Somehow, she managed to gain the upper hand and was kneeling on her older brother's chest continuously hitting him over the head with the dustpan.

"Noah!" Nora called from the living-room as she heard her children squabbling. "Leave your sister alone!"

The two fell silent for a moment and Puck looked up at his sister indignantly upon receiving the blame when she was the one attacking him.

"Mum didn't say I had to leave you alone." Sarah pointed out wickedly before beating him round the head with the dustpan again.

"Ow, ouch, damn it cut it out." Puck pleaded. "Ma, Sarah's picking on me, make her stop!"

To Be Continued

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