A/N: *Clears throat*

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 8:

Kurt finally arrived in New York. He and Puck went separate flights and he was the one who came first in their shared duplex so he took the liberty to choose his room. He chose the bigger one upstairs and Puck was stuck at the smaller room near the kitchen. His luggage and boxes were still outside because he was waiting for Puck to arrive so he could help him. Well, he didn't have the muscles to do it so he patiently waited for Puck. After at least an hour, Puck arrived and Kurt couldn't help but gawked on his 'husband' who looked particularly gorgeous in his white v-neck shirt and dark jeans.

"Uh hi." Kurt greeted shyly as Puck just raised an eyebrow at him and entered the house unceremoniously. "By the way, thanks for the flowers." Kurt added as he watched Puck's retreating back. He was really surprised when a delivery guy knocked on their door two days ago carrying the biggest and most beautiful bouquet Kurt had ever seen in his life. And what was even more surprising was when he read the card and found out that Puck was the one who sent it. Kurt felt like a helium balloon that time, floating around the house with a goofy smile on his face.

"Wow thanks. I'm stuck near the kitchen." Puck said sarcastically as he threw his bags on the tiled floor.

"If you came first, you could choose." Kurt teased and Puck just rolled his eyes. "Uhm Puck, can you help me with my things? I still have them outside."

Puck looked up from his bag which he was now emptying. "Oh yeah about that, can you just do it by yourself? I'm going to Quinn's dorm and help her out." Kurt somewhat knew that Quinn arrived with Puck that was why Puck was so hesitant when he offered if they could fly together.

"I mean you're a dude so I think you can do some heavy lifting." Puck added callously.

Kurt felt a slight stab in his chest when Puck said the words but he did not say anything. Of course, he knew, Quinn was always Puck's priority and he, sadly, will always be the least. He pursed his lips and nodded.

"Right. I'm going out. See you later." With that being said, Puck stormed out the door, completely missing the crest fallen look on Kurt's face.

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It was almost midnight when Puck came back to the duplex from Quinn's. His muscles screamed in pain with all the lifting he made. Damn, Quinn must have packed rocks with her clothing. As he pushed open the front door, he heard laughter coming from the living room. He slowly crept inside and his blood started to boil when he saw Cameron laughing along with Kurt while they shared a tub of ice cream. What the fuck is he doing here? Puck thought as he visualized himself landing a punch on Cameron's too pretty face.

Puck cleared his throat loudly when he revealed himself to them, crossing his arms in the process. He watched as Kurt stopped his spoon in mid-air while Cameron still kept a cool exterior and raised an eyebrow at him as acknowledgement.

"Hey Puck. Do you want something to eat?" Kurt asked. "There's still mac and cheese. Do you want me to heat it for you?"

The offer was very sweet but Puck was not in the mood to appreciate it. The sight of Cameron ruined it.

"Not hungry. I already ate with Quinn and I don't want to get poison." Puck spat out loudly. A momentary pain crossed on Kurt's face but Puck was too busy being annoyed to notice.

"Well the mac and cheese is great. Kurt made it." Cameron said matter-of-factly as he hovered protectively on Kurt. Puck rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Puck asked nastily. "I thought you're in Ohio."

"Free country Puckerman." Cameron answered coolly. "I can be anywhere I wanted to be and it's a good thing I'm here or Kurt might have fractured himself from those boxes."

So Cameron turned knight in shining armor. What the fuck. Well, if it weren't for Quinn, he would have helped Kurt but of course, his girlfriend was top priority.

"Well I'm fine. It's not that heavy." Kurt muttered and Cameron shook his head.

"A princess like you is not allowed to do that kind of stuff." Cameron said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. A blush stained Kurt's cheeks and that did it for Puck.

"Alright stop with the cheesy lines, get the hell out." Puck said angrily as he stepped forward Cameron. "And stay away from Kurt."

Cameron just raised an eyebrow at him, grey eyes twinkling mischievously under the chandeliers and Puck wanted to punch him right there and then.

"Kurt, go upstairs." Puck commanded in a heavy tone.

"But…I.. Puck." Kurt stammered and Puck glared at him.

"I said go upstairs. Cameron and I have to talk." Puck said so seriously that it made Kurt hurriedly dumped the tub of ice cream in the sink and run upstairs.

As soon as Kurt was out of earshot, playing nice was over.

"Okay, so aside from stalking Kurt, what the fuck are you doing here?" Puck asked crossly. He knew that this moron had a thing for Kurt and it made his skin crawled just thinking about it. Well, he didn't know why he felt that way but he felt it nonetheless.

"What do you care Puck? You don't even care about Kurt so why bother?" Cameron answered, still in that cool demeanor. "Kurt told me everything by the way. The marriage you have is just a fluke."

Fuck Kurt. Why did he tell Cameron about the deal? Was it like breach of contract or something?

But Puck wouldn't let it go that easily. "Fluke or not, he's still married to me and not to you so back the hell off."

Cameron just smiled at him. What was wrong with guy? Cameron was like made of Teflon, everything just slide.

"If you can't take care of Kurt, I will so if you wanted me to back off, you start caring for him." Cameron said, almost in a whisper. Suddenly, Puck remembered something.

"Fine dude whatever. Okay, how about the condition you were talking about last time? What about it? What's with Kurt?" Puck asked, unable to stop the flow of questions.

Puck watched as Cameron pinched the bridge of his nose as if he touched a very sensitive subject.

"Kurt has.." Cameron trailed off as if a sad memory came to him. "Kurt has trauma when it comes to being attached to people. His heart was broken back in sophomore year by a school jock, I wish I was there to help him get through but I'm not."

Puck's jaw dropped in awe. Kurt had trauma when it came to being attached with people? What the hell was that supposed to mean? But before Puck could ask Cameron to elaborate, Cameron was already gone and he heard the screeching of tires as they left their drive way.

Well, whatever. As if Kurt's condition was that serious.

"Puck, can I ride with you?" Kurt asked as he swung his bag over his shoulder. It was the first day of school and as much as he wanted not to ask Puck for a ride because Puck had been mean to him all the time, he had to. He had no choice since his own car was still in Ohio.

Puck looked up at him from his cereal bowl as if he asked him to commit suicide but didn't say anything.

"Please?" Kurt asked desperately. He did not want to take the bus because it was too complicated for him. He had no sense of direction whatsoever.

"Fine." Puck muttered as he swig the rest of his orange juice. "But I still have to pick up Quinn." He added as he stood up and Kurt followed him outside.

The ride to Quinn's apartment was silent with just an occasional curse from Puck when he was cut by a car or stopped by a red light. When they finally arrived at Quinn's apartment, Quinn was already sitting outside with five of her friends. Kurt watched as Puck quickly climbed out of the car and walked to Quinn.

"Hey baby." Kurt heard Puck greeted as Puck leaned down on Quinn and gave her a sweet kiss which lasted for two minutes, he calculated. Kurt looked away as his chest tightened but he quickly shook it off.

"They also need a ride to the uni." Quinn said, gesturing at her five giggling friends.

"My car is not a cab Quinn." Puck joked. "And I don't think they can fit in, Kurt's with me."

Quinn's mouth formed an O and Kurt didn't miss the disappointment written on her face. Kurt knew that Quinn already accepted him being married with her boyfriend but it still didn't give Kurt the assurance that Quinn would just let it go that easily.

Kurt watched as Quinn leaned closer to Puck and whispered something at him then Puck turned around to walk back to him.

"Kurt." Puck said through the passenger window. "Can you just take the bus from here? Quinn and her friends are going to swing buy at McDonald's before school and I don't think you want to come or you'll be late."

Kurt glanced at his watch. It was only seven in the morning and his earliest class would be by eight. He was not going to be late. But judging from the space of the car, seven people would not fit in.

"But I don't know how bus works." Kurt said. He sounded lame even to himself but growing up with a chauffer would not exactly turn you to a good pedestrian. A scowl crossed on Puck's face.

"Don't be a baby Kurt." Puck said through gritted teeth. "Take the bus now. Quinn is waiting."

Kurt shakily got out of the car. He watched as Puck drove away with Quinn and her friends. He couldn't help but feel really sorry for himself. He couldn't understand Puck, sometimes he was sweet to him, and sometimes he was really mean. Kurt bit down on his lip to prevent himself from crying. He slowly walked to the bus stop and looked around for someone to ask. Unfortunately, no one was around.

What would he do now?

Puck was worried. He really was. It was almost lunch time and he hasn't seen Kurt. They both have classes together but Kurt didn't show up. Maybe Kurt got lost or something. Damn it. Then suddenly, he spotted the last person he wanted to see. Cameron. And in his arms was Kurt.

What the fuck was he doing here? Was he studying here also? Puck thought.

"Kurt where have you been?" Puck asked as soon as the two approached him. Kurt didn't answer.

Cameron laughed humorlessly. "Wow Puck, you have the nerve to ask that?" He said in a flat tone. "He got lost thanks to you. Did it ever occur to you that it was his first time in a big city and you just left him by himself?"

Fuck. He never thought of that. He was too busy ogling on Quinn's mini skirt to even think about it. Puck felt several inches shorter as Cameron glared at him.

"Kurt, I'm sorry." Puck said, ignoring Cameron. Kurt did not look up but instead his eyes were focused on the marbled floor.

"How many times will you say sorry and exactly mean it?" Cameron snarled, his eyes blazing in anger.

"Guys, it's okay." Kurt suddenly said. "It's okay Cameron, really. And Puck, you don't have to worry, I'm okay."

"No Kurt you're not." Cameron insisted as he placed a protective arm around Kurt and Puck fought the urge to smashed Cameron's face with his fist. "Just go to your class, I'll be there in a minute."

Puck watched as Kurt walked through the crowd, leaving both of him and Cameron staring down at each other.

"The next time you do that to Kurt, I'm gonna pulverize you." Cameron said in a serious voice. "Someone as good as him doesn't deserve to be treated that way. And you don't deserve him."

"And you do?" Puck asked as anger welled up inside him. Cameron, of all people, did not have the right to tell him that he did not deserve Kurt or anyone else for that matter.

Cameron smirked. "All I know is I care about him." He said simply then he stepped towards Puck. "I just hoped that one day, you wouldn't find yourself falling in love with Kurt because if that day comes, he's already mine."

With that being said, Cameron turned on his heel and left Puck with a shock on his face. Puck knew that he was not going to fall in love with the fairy but why did he feel scared all of sudden?

A/N: There, hope you like it. Too sleepy to edit spelling and grammar mistakes. Pardonnez moi.