Disclaimer: Yes, I still don't own Glee but I'm willing to take it if Ryan Murphy will hand it to me.

Chapter 6:

Puck checked his cell phone and saw ten messages from Kurt. He felt guilt ate his insides. How could he have forgotten about Kurt? Because you are busy grinding with Quinn,the voice at the back of his head said. He decided to go out and check on Kurt just in case he was still there. He had no way of knowing since when he had tried to call Kurt, he only reached his voice mail. It only meant that his battery died down. But then he knew that there was no way he would be able to sleep if he didn't even try to look for Kurt. It had been two hours since he had spoken with Kurt, a lot could happen within that span of time but he dared not tried to think about it.

After thirty minutes of going around in circles as he tried to figure out the place where Kurt was stranded with the help of Kurt's text messages, Puck successfully found the gas station. He quickly jumped out of his car and hurriedly pushed open the door of the gas station's mini convenience store.

"Uh hey, have you seen someone here?" Puck asked and he knew that it was a stupid question. The guy attendant looked at him like he was stoned or something. He racked his brain and tried to remember what Kurt was wearing. Then it hit him. "A guy. He was wearing a purple scarf and he has brown hair and he's a bit shorter than me."

The guy's eyes raised an eyebrow but his face showed that he remembered who Puck was talking about. "You mean, that pretty guy but was too pale?" He asked as he wiped absently on the counter.

"Yes, yes that's him," Puck answered. He knew that there were only plenty of pretty guys in this town and he knew that none of them would hang out in this place if it weren't for an emergency and when the guy said 'was too pale', it matched Kurt's description. "Where is he?"

The guy shrugged. "Someone came in here and saw him and I think they know each other coz the guy you're talking about went with him."

Puck gave out a sigh of relief. It must be Kurt's dad. "Is the guy looked older?" he asked, just wanting to make sure that Kurt didn't go with some random stranger.

"It was a good thing coz he really looks terrible like he was going to pass out any second. I even tried to ask him if he wanted me to call 911 but he said no, said that he was waiting for someone. Must be that guy," the guy attendant said, totally ignoring his question.

"What does the guy looked like, the one who took the pretty guy?" Puck asked again through gritted teeth. He was getting impatient already.

The guy attendant looked at him with a blank look on his face. "Uh yeah, the guy. He was about your age and with brunette hair and he was taller than you by two inches or something. Never seen that guy in this town before and believe me, no one will forget that guy if they saw him, he looks like a ramp model or something."

Puck scrunched his forehead. Where the hell was Kurt?

And most importantly, who the fuck was that guy?

OoOoOo

"If I see that Puck again, I'm going to murder him," Mercedes said as she tried to feed him French toast. As much as possible, he didn't want to remember how Puck never came to rescue him. Kurt started to believe that Puck was really a cold-hearted guy. He shuddered when he remembered last night's event.

He got stuck in a convenience store, wet and freezing. When Puck had called him, he was more than thrilled that someone would get him there. He dared not to call Mercedes because he was sure she would make a huge deal about it. So when Puck had told him that he would come for him, Kurt had believed him only to be disappointed in the end. He was about to give up and call his father when his battery died. The phone in the convenience store didn't work due to the storm and Kurt got really scared. He was two hours behind his medicines and his feet had started to get numb and his nose had bled a little. Before he was in full panic mode, a gorgeous and a very familiar guy walked in the room and he had never felt happier to see him that time.

"Cameron?" Kurt gasped when he saw that gorgeous face. Was he in some kind of a trance? There was no way that his old friend Cameron Parker just walked in this dinghy convenience store. Kurt knew that he was in Paris right now and studying architecture.

"Kurt?" Cameron said as he quickly approached Kurt and wrapped his arms around him. "Why are you here and shit, you are freezing," Cameron exclaimed as he took off his coat and wrapped it around Kurt.

Kurt smiled at him weakly. "Got stuck in the storm," he answered and Cameron said something but he didn't hear the rest as the world turned black.

"God, I don't want to think what might have happened to you if Cameron wasn't there," Mercedes said, completely flabbergasted.

Kurt slowly sipped his orange juice. He knew what she was talking about. The worse that could happen was either he could be in coma or he didn't want to think about it.

"Puck is the most insensitive jerk in the history of mankind. I swear to God Kurt, I am so gonna kill that guy!" Mercedes exclaimed as she put a death grip on a sandwich. Kurt hoped she wouldn't try to feed him that.

"But before that, can I apologize first to Kurt?" Both of them turned around at the direction of the voice and saw Puck who looked gorgeous in his black V-neck tee and faded Levi's. He was carrying a single white rose in his hand. Kurt watched as Puck walked slowly toward him. Kurt then turned his attention back to Mercedes who looked positively livid.

"Hey babe, I'm sorry about last night," Puck said in that sexy as hell voice as he handed Kurt the flower. Kurt took it and felt that his anger started to slip away. Well he wasn't that mad at Puck, only a little pissed. Whatever. How could he not forgive if Puck looked damn sexy right now and besides, he was now safe so what was the point of staying mad right?

"Sorry doesn't cut it Puck," Mercedes snapped. Kurt knew that his best friend was on a full-on bitch mode. "And don't call him babe asshole."

"Nice to see you too Mercedes," Puck said sweetly then he turned his attention back to Kurt. "I know I'm such an ass but I came and – "

"You're too damn late," Mercedes said, cutting Puck off. Kurt closed his eyes shut. There was no really stopping Mercedes when she was really pissed off at something.

Kurt saw Puck's jaw clenched. "I wasn't talking to you okay? Go find a man whore to make you happy," Puck growled and Mercedes looked shock and her eyes went wide in fury.

Before a full blown fight started, Kurt put a stop to it. "Guys please stop," he pleaded. Kurt watched as Mercedes bit down on her lip and gave Puck a death glare but didn't say anything.

Kurt turned his attention to Puck. "It's okay, I forgive you. Don't do it again though." Puck nodded and gave him a sexy smile.

"Want me to make it up to you?" Puck asked seductively as he inched closer to him. Kurt blushed furiously as he slowly backed away on his bed. He didn't quite understand Puck. One minute Puck hated him, now he flirted with him.

Of course, he was trying to amend himself, the nasty voice in his head said and he pushed it away as much as possible. He wanted to believe that Puck was doing this in his own accord and not because he wanted to sweet talk his way into full forgiveness.

The magical and too short moment between the two of them was interrupted when the door of Kurt's room burst open, revealing one sexy Cameron in blue shirt and white cotton shorts which showed off his muscled calf. Cameron carried a bouquet in one hand and a paper bag on the other.

"I brought breakfast," he announced as he put down the bag on Kurt's vanity and handed him the bouquet, completely ignoring Puck. Kurt heard Mercedes snickered and he knew she was comparing Cameron's bouquet with Puck's one measly rose.

Kurt automatically brought the rose to his nose. "This smells good Puck, thanks." Puck smiled. "And thanks for the flowers Cam, you don't need to bring me that."

Cameron shrugged. "They are pretty and they reminded me of you so I bought it,"h e said casually and a blush quickly rose to his face. God, this was getting awkward. Kurt heard Puck cleared his throat.

"Uhm, Puck. This is Cameron, a friend. Cameron this is Puck," Kurt introduced.

Puck raised his hand for a handshake. "I'm Kurt's husband." Cameron's face looked surprise but he took Puck's hand nonetheless.

Those words automatically brought a smile on Kurt's face.

"Really? Wow. Seriously?" Cameron asked coolly. Kurt was surprised how Cameron hadn't changed the past years. He was still the same old Cameron with a cool exterior. Nobody really affected this guy but Kurt knew that no matter how cool Cameron was on the outside, he was warm and fuzzy on the inside. It was junior year when Cameron left Lima and flew to New York to finish his high school there and next thing Kurt knew, Cameron was in Paris for college. He didn't exactly remember how they became friends because back then, Cameron was a popular guy, the captain of the soccer team and almost every girl in school wanted to tap him. He on the other hand was just one of those. They probably became friends when they became lab partners and since then, Cameron hanged out with him every day and even after school. Kurt didn't want to do wishful thinking that time but he almost felt that Cameron liked him in a more than friends way. If Cameron felt that way, Kurt had never known because Cameron never admitted anything.

"Yup," Puck answered just as coolly as he raised his left hand and showed him the ring. Kurt was shocked because he knew Puck had taken it off the night they had signed the contract. "Show him yours babe."

Kurt ducked his head slightly and showed Cameron his ring.

This was really getting awkward.

OoOoOo

Yeah, that. Shut up. Puck thought savagely after he showed his ring finger to Cameron. It was a hell lot better than giving him a middle finger. It was really a good thing that he had decided to wear it because he knew he that he would score forgiveness points if he wore it. He didn't know it would come in handy though and he was grateful for it. For all he knew, he hated the audacity of this guy strutting inside Kurt's room like he own the damn place.

Okay. Why was he so damn affected? Well, he just hated it when someone thought they were superior than him in any way. Honestly, when he had seen that bouquet of flowers, he wanted to punch the smirk out of that Cameron guy but thought better of it because Kurt might think he was jealous or something which was clearly not the case. It just made his heart fluttered when Kurt took more importance on his rose rather than that bunch of weeds.

"We just got married two days ago. Sorry you weren't invited," Puck said, faking enthusiasm. He tried to ignore Mercedes who was rolling her eyes in disbelief.

Cameron turned to Kurt. "Is it true Kurt?" He asked and Puck could almost feel the pain in his voice. What the hell? Was this dude in love with Kurt or something?

Kurt nodded and Cameron looked like the wind was knocked out of him. Puck stifled the urge to roll his eyes. This dude was definitely in love with Kurt. And being the bad ass that he was, Puck decided to put the cherry on Cameron's misery.

"Hey babe, I got to get going. Got some stuff to do but I will see you later," he said as he tilted Kurt's chin and brought his face closer to him. Puck closed the space between him and Kurt by slamming his lips on Kurt's plump ones. He licked on Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt opened up, letting his tongue snaked its way in.

Damn, Kurt tasted like vanilla,Puck thought, his brain went fuzzy as he slowly sucked Kurt 's tongue. He felt Kurt wrapped an arm around him and Kurt's other hand gripped the base of his skull and that action brought Puck to deepen the kiss. He didn't care if Cameron and Mercedes were ogling at them, he didn't want the kiss to stop so with what seemed like hours or days, or years, he pulled away.

Kurt lips were swollen and he looked really flushed and Puck couldn't help but smile.

He gave one final chaste kiss on Kurt's lips and stood up. When he passed by a shocked Cameron, Puck gave him a tap on the shoulder then he walked out of the room.

OoOoOo

Puck was about to open the door to his car when a sharp tap on his shoulder stopped him.

It was Cameron.

"What?" Puck snapped as he leaned on his car, crossing his arms over his chest in the process.

"You are married to Kurt? Is that even true or this was some kind of a sick joke?' Cameron asked sharply, his brown eyes dilating in anger.

Puck scowled at him. "You call marriage a joke?" he asked.

"No. I think you are the joke," Cameron snarled.

"What the fuck is your problem dude?" Puck snapped as he advanced on Cameron who didn't look the least intimidated. "Do you have a problem with Kurt marrying me?"

Cameron snorted. "I don't think Kurt likes your type. For all I knew, the marriage between the two of you is nothing but a set up."

Puck couldn't believe this guy. Did he know about the deal? There was no way Kurt would tell him because it was supposed to be a secret amongst the one involved.

"You know what? You are fucking wasting my time. Don't talk me," Puck said as he turned around to open his car door.

"I'm sorry but I have a feeling that this was just a huge set up, judging from Kurt's condition."

Puck turned around fast almost giving himself a whiplash. "Condition? What the hell are you talking about?"

Cameron looked surprised. "You didn't know?"

Puck scowled. "What the fuck I don't know?"

Cameron was about to open his mouth when Mercedes suddenly materialized.

"Cameron, are you staying for lunch?" she asked. "And you Puck, you want to join?" she added as an afterthought. Cameron's reply was immediately halted.

Puck shook his head then turned to Cameron. "Look dude, it's over. I know you are pathetically in love with Kurt, but he's mine now. Get it over with." And with that, he climbed inside his car and peeled out of the Hummel's driveway.

While he drove, a question was bugging him. So what the hell was Kurt's condition?