(A/N): Okay, good or bad news, depending on how you look at it. I think I'm nearing the end of this... this thing. I really feel that no Fanfic should go on too much longer than 30 chapters. Please review telling me if you want a sequel. And any ideas for it. Who thinks they know how this is gonna end? Who is gonna end up with who? How's Kurt going to feel about the kiss? What do you want to happen? Okay, I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter (who the heck knows why?), so I'm really glad I started early. I intended to upload two chapters today, but it just didn't happen; sorry! I love you all! Read, review, ENJOY! =D
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(Finn's POV)
"Hey… Kurt!" I called to him in the hallway, and I saw him turn in surprise. We really tried not to have much contact besides the necessary, so that we could pretty much fly under the radar. He gave me a look that was clearly a warning (and kinda freaked me out – he's scary like a chick that way), then waited for me to walk up next to him.
"And what do you want, Mr. Hudson?" He asked in that really snooty way that he used to, y'know, before we started dating.
"Look," I muttered under my breath, ducking a little bit because he was so short (compared to me, anyway). "We need to talk… about Puck,"
He got all pale, and that totally confirmed my idea that Puck was bullying him.
"Finn… I can explain!"
"It's fine, Kurt. I totally understand," he looked really doubtful at my words. "I totally understand why you lied about Puck bullying you," I smiled at him, trying not to make him bad for not telling me the truth.
"Oh… yes. Of course. I'm so sorry," he sounded really unsure of what he was saying.
"It's okay Kurt. Let's just talk about it later, okay? I'm not mad," I grinned even bigger at him, then – at his nod – walked away down the hallway. I felt really good for resolving all of this myself.
I was floating on a cloud that day. I didn't really worry about why Kurt hadn't told me about it, it seemed obvious to me that he was just embarrassed, or worried that I would make a big deal or something. But Puck… oh crap, Puck.
Now, I was obligated – as the boyfriend – to kick his freaking ass. Not that I minded throwing a few punches at the idiot man-whore. I just wasn't sure if I was gonna be able to take down that muscled freak. I wasn't the strongest thing ever… but I had to do this. It was my job to protect Kurt, to make it clear to Puck that he had to stay the hell away from my boyfriend.
Kurt had already agreed to talk to me later, so I decided I really didn't need the details right at that moment. I knew that Puck was bullying Kurt, and that gave me enough permission to attack. It was lunch… so, why not?
My looking skills weren't amazing, so I probably wasted about half of the lunch hour just looking for the bastard, but all that looking gave me a chance to really build myself up into a rage. Puck was the one dude that I'd trusted enough to tell about me and Kurt dating. The one guy that I thought I was tight enough with for him to respect my choices.
I guess I was wrong there, but who the hell was he to go and harass the one person that I really, really, cared about? He knew, and he knew the consequences, so he was gonna have to pay the price. That dickhead was in for hell.
"Puck," I finally growled out when I saw his stupid Mohawk-ed head. He didn't seem to hear me. "Hey, man, turn the hell around!" I yelled at his back, which had just disappeared behind a row of lockers in the locker room.
"Hey, Finn," his head popped around the corner, smiling. That smile faded when he saw how pissed I was. "Dude… what's up?" he looked kinda worried.
I let my fists do the talking. With my good arm (the one that was pretty ripped from being QB), I took a big swing, sending a right hook straight into that stupid, annoying face. I felt the skin on my knuckles tear as my fist sunk itself into his face. I hit him right on the left side of his face, on the side of his skull.
I only hit him once, and he was on the ground. If my knuckles were bloody, it was nothing compared to his face.
"What the hell, man?" He yelled at my face, propping himself up on his arm.
"Stay away from Kurt," I muttered, low and dangerous. I could feel my face twisted up in rage.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, looking down a little, and wiping him hand over his face. "Damn, Finn! You busted my lip!"
"Don't lie to me! I'm sick of all of this lying! I know you're bullying him, and threatening him to stay quiet. He didn't tell me, I guessed. I don't know what you're getting at, doing all this crap to him, but it stops today," I threatened, then turned to leave.
"Finn, what the hell?" He yelled again. He sounded like a freaking broken record.
"Shove it up your ass, moron," I stormed out.
That asshole had better stay away from Kurt.
(Kurt's POV)
Bad precursor. Very, very bad. The day that I'd planned out so carefully, the day that Quinn and I had obsessed over, and it was almost destined to go horribly awry. We had worked so hard to make sure that Finn would be out of the way, that Finn would be completely clueless, and there he was, his timing terrible, accusing me of some very incorrect things.
If I had to choose between saying what he thought was going on to be true, or telling him the truth, I'd go with the first. Sure, it wasn't horribly off (all of that staring was terribly uncomfortable), but the protectiveness behind it made me feel so guilty. I knew that I couldn't blow off my plans though. I had to go through with it.
I'd pretty much brushed off Finn, ending on a kind of 'talk to you later' note, not bothering to assume that my plans would be in serious jeopardy.
I walked slowly and inconspicuously past the locker room, listening for any sound within. Hearing none, I opened the door and headed towards Puck's locker, clutching a note telling him to meet me in the Glee room after school. When I rounded the corner to enter Puck's row of lockers, I heard a noise.
It was similar to a snuffle (one that a normal human would make when crying), but far more hostile. Then I heard the muttering.
"The stupid bitch thinks he can just come in here and – ouch! God damnit!" I peeked around the corner to see Puck with his fingers on his eye, looking into a mirror on the door of his locker. "Damn, I gotta hand it to the bastard, he's got a mean swing. Oh crap," he whimpered in pain as he felt at his eye. His swollen eye, I noticed.
"Puck?" I asked in alarm.
He whipped around to look at me, shocked. Then he turned, hiding the left side of his face. "What do you want, Hummel?"
"Puck… what happened?" I walked slightly closer, all fear of beating forgotten.
"Nothing," he muttered angrily, shoving his backpack into the locker, and slamming it shut. He looked at me through the corner of his right eye. He must have seen how skeptical I looked. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend,"
And then he started muttering again, as though trying to forget that I was there.
"Puck, oh my God, I'm so sorry," he didn't seem to acknowledge me. "This morning he asked me if you were bullying me… and I said yes," I squeaked a little.
"And why the hell did you do that, you idiot?" He looked half-crazed.
"Because…" I gulped down my fear. "Because, I needed him off my back today. Because I was going to do this," at that, I grabbed his chin.
He looked too shocked to even react. And I pressed forward, closing my eyes, trying to focus solely on the sensations that I was about to start feeling. I sensed him close his eyes too.
And just like that – with my hand clamped on his chin, and both of our eyes shut – I, Kurt Hummel, kissed Noah Puckerman.
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