Valiant
Puck/Kurt Friendship
For: Purplehonor
By now, at McKinley High it was common knowledge that Kurt Hummel was Noah Puckerman's boys. If you messed with Kurt, you messed with Puck, and Puck just happened to be fair bit bigger and a hell of a lot more badass than most of the other students at the school. Therefore, Kurt was usually left alone. Sure, he still got the random hateful term thrown at him or shove into a locker, but Puck was very quick to make sure that the bully learned his lesson. Granted, Kurt was usually left to bandage up a few bloody knuckles, but he was thankful that he finally, truly, had someone looking out for him. He was glad that someone finally cared enough to stand up for him without fear of getting called a fag.
What infuriated Puck the most though, was when Finn was the one to say something. Finn was supposed to Kurt's brother. He was supposed to love him without being judgmental. Now, the jock knew that Finn loved his brother, it just bugged him that Finn still had issues completely accepting the smaller boy for who he was. It was stupid in his opinion. Kurt was pretty cool. Sure he was kind of girlie at times, but if not for Kurt, Puck would have never known the wonders of Repo! the Musical or The Sing Along Blog of Dr. Horrible. Neil Patrick Harris was the shit.
So, it was no surprise to the rest of New Directions when after Finn has let the 'f' word slip about a song choice that Kurt had suggested, Puck had the quarterback pinned to the cinderblock wall, one fist clenched in the fabric of Finn's button up/t-shirt combo, the other fist pulled back and aimed at his face. "What did you just say about my boy?"
"Damn, white boy," Mercedes scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "How many Puckerman pummels is it going to take before you learn to use your filter?"
"Noah, let him go," Kurt told him, standing up and going over to the mohawked teen.
"Kurt, he's got to learn that he just can't say things like that and get away with it," Puck told the smaller boy, his voice no longer carrying the gruff it usually did.
"Thank you for being my valiant knight in shining armor, but if you punch him in the nose, your hand is going to be injured and there's a game tomorrow. Do you really want to have to sit out on another one because of my brother's stupidity?"
Puck looked down to the pale hand resting on his arm and sighed, releasing Finn and lowering his fist. "Fine, but I swear to you Finn, if you don't start watching what you say about Kurt, I'll tell Karofsky that you were checking out his junk in the locker room."
Finn's eyes grew wide and he shook his head vigorously. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I wasn't thinking."
"That's not much of a surprise, Finnegan. You rarely think things through before you spit them out," he sighed, going back to his seat next to Mercedes and pulling Puck along with him.
"Oh, and I'm telling Burt," Puck added before turning his attention back Mr. Shue, who was standing at the front waiting for the scene to die down some. He'd tried breaking it up a few times before, but soon learned that it was useless. When it came to Kurt, Puck was going to stand his ground, and Will couldn't help but admire that quality in the young man.
"Shit," Finn grumbled, burring his head in his hands, dreading the lecture he was sure to receive from his stepfather when he got home, while the rest of the club continued on with the previous discussion.
Here you are Purple! I hope this was up to satisfaction. It was actually quite fun to write. I really enjoy Puck and Kurt friendship. Please leave a review all and let me know what you think.
Love, Life.
