Try – Blue Rodeo
Kurt watched the door, trying not to shift nervously.
Puck was late to glee, again, and he had no idea why and it was driving him mad.
'Kurt?' Mercedes asked gently, she was the only one that knew of the possible relationship between the two boys.
Kurt gave her a small smile, and shrugged, 'I thought that maybe, but I just never know anymore.'
Puck arrived just then, his own personal storm cloud hovering over his head, he didn't even look at Kurt.
Mercedes squeezed Kurt's hand; yesterday Puck had bound into the room, in surprisingly good spirits, settled next to Kurt and draped his arm over the back of his chair. They had flirted all through class.
No one knew what to make of the pair, because one day they'd be flirting, and the next they'd be fighting. And today was turning into a fighting day.
He dropped into the chair next to Kurt, but didn't say anything.
About 10 minutes later, as Rachel expounded on the merits of Broadway musicals, Puck spoke up.
'I can't do this anymore,' he said softly, but everyone else heard him.
'Oh, no, you are not doing this to me, not here, in front of my friends. Not when I have no idea what the fuck is actually going on with us.'
Puck turned to look at Kurt in confusion, Rachel was still babbling on but everyone else was more interested in Puck and Kurt. He had never actually heard Kurt swear before.
'I can't pretend anymore,' he whispered, before gently kissing Kurt. He pulled away, and Kurt looked dazed, his hand had come up to curl the short hair at the base of Puck's skull.
'I think I'm falling in love,' he breathed.
'Can we try?'
Kurt nodded, letting Puck pull him into his lap.
Every time you walk in the room
I couldn't ever be sure of a smile
You were never the same way twice,
I'm falling in love
Oh, night after night - oh it's crazy...