Author's Note: Hello! So sorry it took so long to update. I was originally going to update this story on Friday, but it ended up being a busy weekend. But still, here it is right? I personally don't think this is a very good chapter, but you guys are the judge of that. After all, I've only written two chapters before this and this story already has more than 1,000 hits. Thanks a lot guys. I didn't think this would have so many fans.

Warnings: mild language, Male/Male

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :'( …nuff said. Enjoy!

"What are you waiting for? Open the door," whispered Kurt.

"What? No! Why don't you open it?" replied Mercedes in a whispered yell.

The two had just finished what was possibly the most entertaining glee rehearsal of all time, given they hadn't actually done anything productive. It was a day for relaxing, talking, and just plain having fun. Mr. Schue himself had joined in on the craziness. The man had once again proven why he was everyone's favorite teacher. Now however, Kurt and Mercedes found themselves staring at a large wooden door.

"Because…," Kurt weakly replied. Mercedes just rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. She was about to reply when she was quieted by a soft voice behind her and Kurt.

"Excuse me."

The two turned from their fearful staring as they heard a familiar voice. Puck stood there, backpack flung over his shoulder and looking down. Kurt rolled his eyes and moved to the side, clearing the way for the tall teen. Mercedes' eyes narrowed as if she had noticed something strange with Puck. She couldn't explain it, but there was something off about him. The way he stood, slouched and unsure, was very unusual. Nonetheless, she shook her thoughts out of her head and moved to the side as well.

"Not surprised to see the likes of you here, Puckerman," Kurt voiced venomously. Puck ignored the remark and continued to walk past the two and into the detention room. The brunet raised an eyebrow at his best friend who in turn shrugged her shoulders.

"That was…different," Mercedes said.

"True…I thought for sure I'd at least get a dimwitted comeback, but hey, I'm not complaining. Now, if we don't go in sooner or later we'll get another detention for being late for detention. Ready?"

The diva nodded at her friend and took a deep breath. She pushed the door open and led the soprano into the room. The room was just as they expected it to be. It was like any other classroom. There were three rows of desks, each row having ten desks. Surprisingly however, the only other people in the room were the teacher and Puck, who currently had his head down on his desk.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take a seat?" asked the teacher sitting at his desk in the far corner. Kurt and Mercedes didn't hesitate to rush to the seats closest to the door. They had already learned the consequences for not obeying a teacher and didn't need any more trouble than they were already in.

"Names."

"Huh?" Kurt asked, confused by the teachers sudden random comment. The teacher rolled his eyes and withheld the sigh he felt coming.

"I need both of your names, the name of the teacher who sent you here, and why."

"Oh…uh…Kurt Hummel, Mr. Durbin, talking in class," Kurt said with a faint blush on his cheeks. He didn't know why on Earth he was embarrassed of being in detention for talking in class, especially when the only other people in the room were Mercedes, who was here for the same reason, and Puck. Knowing Puck, he was probably here for skipping classes.

"Alright. And you?" the teacher asked, slightly less annoyed now that he was getting somewhere. Mercedes snapped her head to the side to face the teacher.

"M-Mercedes Jones, sir," she stuttered nervously.

"Alright Mercedes, why are you here?"

"I was talking in Mr. Durbin's class," the girl responded. The teacher jotted the information down quickly as she spoke. He put his pencil down when he finished and looked up at the two teens.

"Obviously, you two are new to the whole delinquent thing, so let me go over the rules: One, no food or drink, no talking, and no fun. Two, you must stay in this room for an hour until I dismiss you. And three, in order for me to watch over you more efficiently, you must all sit together, so each of you take a seat by either side of Mr. Puckerman over there."

The two reluctantly got up from the seats closest to their escape and lazily walked over to the seat in the back where Puck sat, face still hidden from sight.

Kurt sat there, staring at the clock just over the teacher's desk. It was all he could think of to do without getting reprimanded. At first, he tried to get out a book, but even that was apparently "against the rules". And so, there he was, still staring, mouth agape as he waited for this silent torture to be over. He didn't know how people could stand being here multiple times. The soprano glanced over to his right to see the Puck, the school badass. Unlike Kurt, he had been sleeping this whole time.

'Maybe he had the right idea; get some beauty sleep while killing some time.'

The brunet resisted the urge to chuckle and get in trouble as the thought of Puck tying to get some beauty sleep came into mind. He looked past the immobile figure and saw Mercedes leaning back in her chair and checking her nails for any imperfections. Kurt smiled proudly at his best friend and returned his attention back to the clock. Only two minutes left till freedom. Only two whole minutes of soul-wrenching, brain-numbing torture left!

"Alright, it's five thirty. You're dismissed," suddenly came the monotone voice of the teacher whose name Kurt still could not put a finger on. Surprisingly to the other three in the room, Puck was the first to stand up hurriedly and leave the room without a second glance. Kurt and Mercedes stood confused and looked at each other with questioning looks. The brunet started walking towards the door when he stepped on something. He lifted his foot and looked down to see a dark blue fountain pen. It looked very old fashioned and expensive. He bent down to pick it up and took a good look at it. Seeing as the pen wasn't there before, he concluded Puck must have dropped it when he ran out of the room to who knows where.

'I'll just return it to him tomorrow," he thought as he placed the pen in his pocket and walked out of the room to find an impatient Mercedes.

"C'mon Kurt, you're my ride home."

"Well I'm here know aren't I, so let's hurry up and go before that teacher decides to give us another detention for loitering," he said as he walked towards the entrance of WMHS.

"I can't believe I have to drive in this storm. What if my baby's paint gets ruined?" Kurt whined as he drove through slippery streets, straining his eyes to see through the fogged up glass of his car. Mercedes, used to these kinds of comments, simply rolled her eyes.

"Be lucky you have a car Kurt. Some people aren't so fortunate."

A soaking wet figure could be seen walking down the sidewalk by a traffic-jammed street. Big globs of water continued to drop down on the brawny body as it kept a steady pace. His t-shirt was weighed down by the water and he could feel the moisture accumulating in his socks as the liquid seeped through the holes of his shabby, worn out converse. He shivered harshly and his teeth chattered, but he kept on a steady pace, desperate to reach home.

Okie Dokie! There it is! Sorry again if you had to wait long for this. Please tell me what you thought of it in a review. Tell me if you liked it and if you didn't what I can do to make it better. Also, special thanks to the anonymous reviewer who gave me all that advice that I asked for on Kurt Characterization.

-GohanRules out!