Puck's POV
Finn and me, the two hottest guys is the school worked in system. We saw a girl we liked, I would handle the seduction part, sleep with her, and then toss her back to Finn so he could play the Golden Boy comfort card, and if he was lucky, he got himself a girlfriend (although he was too respectable to ever take them as far as I went with them, which usually left them wanting more, so in a month or two they'd bounce back to me, but really… by then, those girls were old news.)
We'd worked through all of the Cheerios, most of the girl's sports teams in the school, heck, even the Writer's Guild! But the simple fact remained that even though our friendship was in ruins, this system was still in place. Girls went through me, then on to Finn. Every time without fail. But since we'd been doing this since the seventh grade, it hadn't given Finn much practice on my end of the line: the flirting and seduction part. Actually, now that I think of it, Finn didn't pick one single girl that went through our …arrangement. It was always me… Finn just picked up the slack when I was done with 'em.
As I was thinking all this, I was running full speed towards my old, beaten up car, keys dangling from my hand. Hey, I haven't been to math class in three years, but that doesn't mean I'm not smart sometimes, and I'd just figured out what was going on. It was enough to make me laugh out loud, actually. And it was sooooo wrong.
Finn liked that gay kid, Hummel. He was the pansy that was leaving all those love notes in gay kid's locker! And that just wouldn't fly with me. No. Way.
I was at Finn's house in minutes, knocking on his door so hard that the wood might have cracked if Finn hadn't pulled the door open soon enough. But he did. He knew I could pick his lock: I'd done it before.
"What are you doing here?" he didn't seem angry or upset anymore, just surprised.
I didn't waste anytime. I knew his Mom wasn't home, so I burst into the door and shoved Finn back so hard he landed on his back on the floor.
"What was that for?" he sputtered, collecting himself and standing back up. He might have been two feet taller than me, but I was stronger. I twisted his shirt collar in my fist and slammed him up against the back wall.
"Since when are you in love with the gay kid, Hudson?"
"W-what? What are you talking about? I'm not?"
"Yeah? Well then what is Kirk, or Karl, or whatever doing with all that lovey-dovey stuff in his locker, huh?"
My biceps were burning under his weight, but I didn't let him down. I could see his internal battle: tell me the truth and get pummeled for it, or keep on lying to me and get pummeled for it.
"Fine! FINE!" he flailed, and I dropped him back to the floor but didn't back down. "I did it, okay? I put that stuff in Kurt's locker. Yeah, I like him. You got a problem with that, Puckerman?" He took a step towards me, and I strategically stepped back.
"Yeah," I snarled at him, "I do got a problem with that!" to drive home my point, I gave him one to the side of the head, followed by a hard sucker punch. He doubled over, coughing, and when he tried to throw one back at me, I tackled him to the ground.
"What's wrong with you, dude?" Finn gasped from under me.
"What's wrong with me? What wrong with you, Hudson! You're not gay!" I kneed him in the stomach for good measure, just to make sure he was catching my drift.
"What do you care, Puckerman?" he screamed, wincing in pain.
"I care because MY BEST FRIEND DOESN'T FALL IN LOVE WITH FAGS!"
His face instantly contorted in pain at my choice of adjective. My blows might have injured him, but obviously my words hurt him more. Serves him right.
"WELL THEN I THINK IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS WHO ISN'T YOUR BEST FRIEND ANYMORE, ISN'T IT PUCKERMAN?" he threw me off of him and somehow got me in a chokehold from behind. He pushed me out through the open door onto his porch.
"Now get out of my house," he whispered fiercely. "and never, ever come back. And if I ever hear you call Kurt that again, I will rip out your vocal cords. You got that?"
I twisted hopelessly, trying to get out of his hold and continue my beating, but he was too strong. He gave me a hard push which sent me stumbling down the stairs. I heard the lock on the door click behind me. It wasn't worth my time to pick the lock. I didn't even know my best friend anymore. Now he liked kissing dudes all of a sudden, and I didn't even get the memo. Stupid pussy-teasing faggot Hummel! I got into my car and floored the gas, shooting off down the street trying to burn of some of my anger. This wasn't fair. It just wasn't right! I sped around the streets of Lima, not knowing where to turn, not knowing where to go next.
