Author's Note: Wuddup? Lol. Sorry I took so long to update this. It took forever kuz I had to update my other story "Unlikely Advances" (Static Shock HotGear fic) and I ahd some school work. Don't worry. It usually doesn't take me this long to update. I want to thank everyone who review the last chapter, especially whoever corrected me on the whole Karofsky misspelling . Also, I'm having problems keeping Kurt in character. First of all, if you know any stylish clothes brands Kurt would wear…put it in a review!

Warnings: Male/male.

Disclaimer: Soooo wish I owned Glee…Mr. Schue? Puck? Full frontal nudity! Yay! lol

Kurt continued walking down the halls of Mckinley with a dreamful look in his eyes as he headed to class. He couldn't stop thinking about the letter. Who could have sent it? The brunet knew he needed to find out, but the only problem was how?

'This all seems like a bad Cinderella remake' he thought as he chuckled. Kurt halted as he reached the door to his chemistry class and turned the knob.

"It's nice of you to finally join us Mr. Hummel," came the unmistakably annoying voice of Mr. Durbis. Kurt stifled a sigh as he shifted his gaze to the tall middle aged man. Mr. Durbis was well known for being the strictest teacher at Mckinley. It was pretty safe to say he was the most despised member of the school's staff. The soprano was startled from his hateful thoughts as he the sound of several giggles infiltrated his hearing. He searched for the source, and sure enough he saw Mercedes sitting in the back row holding back giggles of amusement. Kurt resisted the urge to playfully glare as he chose instead to finally answer his teacher.

"Sorry Mr. Durbis. My alarm woke me up late this morning, so I didn't have for my five-step facial routine. I was in the bathroom making it up," Kurt offered with false politeness. Mr. Durbis just rolled his eyes and turned back to writing on the board. The brunet chose that as his cue to take a seat and made a bee line straight for the seat next to Mercedes. As soon as he sat down, Kurt was barraged by several questions from his best friend.

"Alright Kurt, tell me what really happened. Why were you late? Where were you?"Mercedes asked as she enthusiastically gripped Kurt's sleeve.

"Mercedes! Let go! You'll wrinkle my Gianni Versace!"

"Is there a problem Mr. Hummel? Ms. Jones?" Mr. Durbin interrupted as he turned from his writing and glared at the two bickering students in the back. The two immediately turned their attention to the front as they pretended to have been taking notes the whole time.

"No Mr. Durbin," they both mumbled. Once they both felt the gaze of their teacher and classmates back on the board and away from them, the soprano and diva went back to their previous conversation.

"Seriously Kurt, why were you so late?" Mercedes asked again.

"The reason for my tardiness was because of this," Kurt said as he fished out a letter and a single rose from his messenger bag. He excitedly handed both items to Mercedes as she gave him a questioning look. She took the offered letter and set the rose on the table. He watched amusedly as Mercedes' eyes widened more and more as she skimmed through the letter. She finally finished reading and snapped her head up to look at the brunet.

"Who wrote this? This is so cute! Do you know if it's a guy or not 'cause I'm tired of tellin' these crazy bitches to lay off."

Kurt wasn't surprised to find out his best friend was just as excited as he was. He also wasn't surprised by the amount of attitude the black girl had said that last statement with. After all, Mercedes was always the one who had to practically beat all the crazed fangirls with the gold, jewel encrusted diva stick. For this, Kurt was extremely thankful. He understood why Mercedes of all people would be cautious of the sex of the secret admirer.

"One, I don't know. Two, I know right? And three, I don't know that either, but you have to help me-"

"Mr. Hummel! Ms. Jones! What is so important that you need disrupt my class again?" yelled Mr. Durbin, intentionally discontinuing their persistent discussion. Mercedes and Kurt both stayed silent, not wanting to anger the teacher any more. They stayed there silently staring at Mr. Durbin as he stared back. Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. The two best friends quickly gathered their belongings and rushed to the door, similar to everyone else in the room. Just as they were about to leave, they were halted by the cold voice of the teacher.

"Not so fast you two," he called behind them. They looked at each other with a scared look as they reluctantly turned to face the tall man.

"Yes sir?" asked Mercedes with an unsuitable submissiveness to her voice.

"I expect to see you two at detention after school today," he answered. Their faces dropped in irritation, but both were too scared to even say word. Instead, the pair nodded their heads and left the room without another word.

"Alright guys, settle down, settle down. Now, I know we're all a little excited considering it is el dia de san Valentin," Mr. Schuester announced as he tried to calm down the crowd of over enthusiastic glee students. They all moved back to their seats and sat down as their instructor began his daily speech. One student in particular raised her hand as she reached her seat.

"I thought today was Valentine's Day," Brittany stated in her usual monotone voice. The rest of the room either rolled their eyes or giggled at their friend's denseness. Mr. Schue decided to ignore the comment seeing as he'd taught a whole lesson about this in his class.

"Now, because it is Valentine's Day, I've decided you guys need a little break from working so hard. I brought drinks, decorations, and snacks. What do you guys say?" the Spanish teacher exclaimed. The whole class jumped in excitement of the idea as they thanked Mr. Shue for his thoughtfulness.

"Alright guys. Line up in the instrument storage room if you want your food."

At those words, everyone jumped from their seat and ran to the small room connected to the choir room in which they resided. The Spanish teacher laughed at his students' behavior and stood to make sure they didn't get too riled up. As he was about to walk over, he noticed one person was still in their seats. Sitting in the seat farthest from the rest was muscular, mohawked teen staring down at his worn out tennis shoes with a blank look on his face. The young teacher slowly walked over to the student with a look of concern on his face.

"Puck? Is there something wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry for the other. Puck snapped his head up with wide eyes as if he hadn't sense the man approaching, but his expression quickly turned into one of annoyance as he looked away.

"I don't care what you think. I haven't done anything," he said coldly.

"Puck that's not what I meant. I meant, is there something you want to talk about?"

The younger's face softened a bit as he looked up at Mr. Schuester. He weakly smiled at the teacher as he shook his head.

"No. Don't worry. I'm just tired is all," he offered the other. The mentor simply raised an eyebrow at the teen.

"If that's the case, then I've notice you've been very…tired lately. Puck if there's something, anything, that you want to discuss, I'm here for you alright?" Again, Puck weakly smiled and nodded his head in confirmation. The teacher nodded his head as well and headed back to his seat by the piano as some of the others were making their way back to their spots with Styrofoam plated piled with chips, cookies, and other unhealthy pickings.

Throughout the next hour, William Schuester had kept an eye on Noah Puckerman silently seated in the corner of the room as the rest of his peers enjoyed the company of each other. He seemed isolated by an invisible wall. A wall that Will noticed has been separating Puck from everyone else for the past few weeks. To say Will was concerned was an understatement. This wasn't the Puck he knew. The puck he knew was all smirks, flexed muscles, and inappropriate sexual innuendos. What worried Will even more was that it seemed like he was the only one who'd noticed the change in the jock. Why hasn't anyone spoken to him this whole time? The young man decided to keep his thoughts to himself as he pushed his worries to the back of his mind and refocused his attention to the problem at hand, keeping his students under control.

"Brittany! Put your shirt back on. Finn! Don't put that in your mouth!"

Alright so there it is. Sorry if I disappointed, but I promise it will get wayyyy better. Regardless, please please please please REVIEW. It would really improve my writing. And if you have any suggestions for the whole Kurt thing or if you find any spelling mistakes, tell me!

-GohanRules out!