As Sung By

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Author's Note: I am really glad that you guys like this story so far and I really do appreciate all of the reviews. I apologize for how short the last chapter is, but this one is going to be longer. Anyways, hope you keep the reviews coming.

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Chapter 4: For Your Entertainment

"Let's go, it's my show, baby, do what I say. Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display. I told ya, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed. Give it to ya til your screamin' my name." (For Your Entertainment-Adam Lambert)

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Kurt sat in this music room, his hand extended, inspecting his nails. They were in pretty good condition, but he decided he would spend a little time working on them tonight, a little buff and a clear coat and they'd be good as new.

Kurt crossed his arms; his attempts at distracting himself weren't going so well. He had already finished all of his homework for the week the night before in hopes of being able to devote more time to Glee practice (Regionals were right around the corner after all) and he had arrived a little too early for practice so there was no one there to help him keep his mind of how his afternoon had gone.

Things with Puck hadn't been what he had hoped for.

"Oh, god!" Kurt exclaimed as Puck's mouth traveled from his to the soft skin of his neck-biting, nipping, licking. Considering the fact that this was only Kurt's second time kissing Puck, or anyone for that matter, and Puck was clearly experienced and well-trained, it was almost too much to bear. "Ah!" Another soft bite and Kurt's eyes closed and soon his lips were recaptured and their kiss continued.

Kurt was half-expecting (and dreading) Puck to pull away, once again, shocked and disgusted with both himself and Kurt; however, thankfully, he did not. His lips remained pressed to Kurt's. Even Puck's body was pressed to Kurt's. His left hand rested on Kurt's hip, it burned with a heat Kurt had never known. It was intoxicating. He never wanted it to leave. The other was tightly wrapped around the back of his neck. Kurt relished in the feeling of the rough, calloused hand on top of his soft skin.

"Mm, Puck…" Kurt moaned against Puck's lips and pulled at the taller boy's both lip with his teeth, his eyes opening and he pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, but leaving them close enough to still feel each other's breath on their faces. The smaller boy looked up, his eyes burning with a white-hot intensity, the same one that was reflected in the other's eyes.

"What are you doin' to me?" Puck breathed out his question softly, leaning forward just a bit, resting his forehead against Kurt's.

Kurt smiled, "I'm glad to see your coming to terms."

"With what?" Puck questioned.

"Your gayness." Kurt said simply.

Puck instantly tensed, backing up, his expression as hard and cold as it had been earlier that day in the auditorium. "I am not gay."

"Oh, yeah?" Kurt teased with an arched brow and nodded his head downward, toward Puck's bulging and, he looked closely, pulsing crotch. Kurt suppressed a laugh. Puck said nothing and Kurt sighed, stepping closer to him. "It's nothing to be ashamed of you know."

In an instant Puck had lurched forward, pushing Kurt stridently against the lockers behind the small boy. Only this time he didn't follow up by crashing his lips upon Kurt's. No, this time his fist flew forward, and landed with perfect precision against one of the red lockers. "I am not a fag." He stepped closer to Kurt and his voice dripped with a stinging acidity. "Come near me again," He punched the locker one more time, "and that'll be your face."

Before Kurt could take a breath and recover, Puck was gone. He looked to his left and frowned at the new dent that appeared in the locker that Puck had punched. He swallowed hard and collected his bag from the ground and exited the bathroom.

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With a sigh Kurt came back to the present and crossed his arms over his chest.

Who did Puckerman think he was?

He couldn't just come along, kiss Kurt (his first kiss at that), tell him to stay away, kiss him again, and tell him to stay away again. It was clear that the jock wasn't quite aware of exactly who it was he was dealing with.

Kurt Hummel wasn't the type to give up easily. Besides, the entire situation was too deliciously ironic to turn down.

After years of endless torture: dumpster diving, nailing furniture to his roof, after all of it, it turns out that Noah "Puck" Puckerman was actually not that different from him. Sure, Kurt could dress far better, and had better hair, and an actual functioning brain, and more real talent than the jock could shake a stick at…

Okay, their differences didn't really matter. What was really worth something was what they had in common and Kurt had no problem admitting it to himself. He liked kissing Noah and despite his best attempts to hide it, he knew Noah did, too.

By now the rest of the Glee kids were trickling in and he looked to his right and was startled to find Mercedes next to him; studying him inquisitively. Kurt smiled, hoping she hadn't noticed that he had zoned out. "Hey, girlie."

Mercedes just pursed her lips and arched her brow, a signature expression she'd recently adapted from Kurt, "Mhm, don't even try it. What's up with you?"

Kurt tried to laugh off her suspicion, "What? Mercedes, dear, you're so off base."

The boy's best friend shook her head, 'I don't think so. You've got dirt. And it's good, I can tell. Spill."

Kurt rolled his eyes, he didn't want to keep his secret from Mercedes, but he wasn't even sure what was going on, so there was no way he was going to "spill" anything. "Seriously, there is nothing to tell."

The girl continued to stare at him incredulously, "Then how come I sat here for like five minutes before you noticed me, because you were off in the land of 'Distant Thought'?

"Just thinking about the dance steps we have to do." Kurt answered a little too quickly, something he regretted, because out of all the kids in Glee, after Mike and Brittany, of course, he was the one who had the recently learned steps down the best.

"Lia-" Mercedes began, but was cut off as Finn walked by, walking and smiling at the two friends, but mostly at Kurt, he didn't know Mercedes that well and to be honest she kind of intimidated him.

Mercedes did not miss the way Finn's gaze lingered on Kurt and how after the quarterback had found his seat on the other side of the room, next to the drums, Kurt's eyes still remained on him for a moment too long.

"Oh, no. Please, tell me this isn't some 'I'm in love with Finn and going to lock myself in my bedroom and cry to Taylor Swift all night'-kind of thing."

Kurt scoffed and turned his attention back to his friend, "I am capable of noticing other people other than Finn, thank you."

"Not often." Mercedes countered.

Kurt was thankful that Mercedes hadn't picked up in the small hint that Kurt had accidently dropped in his statement.

"Alright, guys." Mr. Shuester's voice echoed in the classroom, bringing all of the side conversations like Mercedes' and Kurt's to an end. "I have a feeling that today is going to go great. I have rounded a few new steps to add to the routine." There were a few groans from people, namely Finn, and as everyone began to stand, the opened and Puck slipped in.

'You're late, Puck." Mr. Shue shot him a look.

Puck held up a hand, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Punctuality is key, blah, blah, blah. Got it."

"Just go ahead and get in line. We're going to go ahead and learn a few new steps.

Puck wandered over to the group and took his place in the line up next to Finn, his eyes avoiding everyone, especially Kurt.

"Okay, everyone here we go…5…6…7…8…"

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An hour later everyone, almost everyone had managed to get the new steps down and incorporate them into their routine; however, Finn was still struggling just a little.

"I can't do this, Mr. Shue." Finn groaned as he attempted the steps once more and tried to avoid falling as he tripped over his own feet. Again.

"Sure, you can, Finn." Will looked down at his watch, and frowned. "It looks like practice is over for today, but I guess we could spend a little more time working on them tomorrow, if you like, Finn."

"I can help him." Kurt and Rachel both stepped forward, staring daggers at each other when they realized they weren't alone in their separate desires to help the struggling young man.

"Uh…I suppose-" Mr. Shue began, but Rachel cut in.

"I have got this one, Kurt. I'm sure Finn appreciates your offer, but your services won't be required."

Kurt arched a brow and stared dangerously at the brazen young woman before him. "Right. I'm going to let you make that call."

"We could ask Finn." She challenged and turned to the jock and opened her mouth to speak, but Kurt beat her to the punch.

"Ha. Once again, I say, right. Do you really think it's that easy, you little Sour Patch reject?" Before Rachel could retort, Kurt turned to their coach, "Mr. Shuester I think it is in the best interest of the club if Finn gets help from someone who has a perfect understanding of this routine. Namely me. Not Rachel."

Everyone knew vocally Rachel was the star, but she couldn't touch Kurt in regards to dancing, especially given with this particular routine. The fact that Kurt hadn't struggled at all was something that helped his case a great deal.

"I'm sorry; Rachel, but Kurt had a point. We need everyone to get these steps down, and I think it be best for Kurt to help Finn out this time."

Kurt flashed a winning smile and Rachel sunk dejectedly into a nearby chair.

With that the group began to disband and Kurt made his way over to Finn, just as the jock picked up his backpack, "Hey, Finn."

Finn turned and smiled a little awkwardly, "Hey, buddy." There was a little bit of an awkward pause before Finn continued, "Thanks for offering to help me with the steps."

Kurt nodded eagerly, "Oh, no problem." He smiled, "About that; does tomorrow around six work for you? I would do it earlier, but I have to help my dad at his shop for a bit tomorrow after school."

Finn nodded, his smile more relaxed, "Sure that sounds great Kurt. Thanks again, can't wait." He flashed one more brilliant smile and gave Kurt's shoulder a quick pat and squeeze before he left the room.

Kurt jumped a little when he turned around to find Mercedes standing behind him, shaking her head. "You and Rachel really gotta let this Finn thing go. It's unhealthy."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kurt took a few steps and picked his bag up off of the chair it had been resting on and turned back to his friend, "Let's go."

Mercedes walked with her friend out the door, they only made it a few yards, before Kurt stopped, "Darn. I forgot my phone. Be right back." With that Kurt turned and headed back down the hall into the practice room and collected his phone, only when he turned to leave he stopped in his tracks; he wasn't the only one in the room.

"Noah." Kurt gasped. "You scared me."

"What the hell are you doing?"

Kurt sighed, "What are you going on about? It's not like I am pouncing on you." Kurt was still thrown from their last encounter and he wasn't going to allow Puck the satisfaction of being the only "tough guy" in the room.

"With Finn." Puck bit out through gritted teeth. "You were fighting Berry like you were two lions fighting over a dead zebra carcass."

Kurt scoffed, "God, how is that any concern of yours? Now, if you'll excuse me." Kurt tried to pass by the second-strong quarterback, but the boy stepped in front of him again and prevented him from leaving.

"You're mine.'

Kurt laughed at this. "Excuse you. I don't belong to anyone, least of all you. Besides, thought you weren't 'a fag'."

"I'm not." He stepped closer, "But until I decided whether or not to pummel you after I figure this out; you belong to me."

Kurt was in disbelief. Was he for real? "So, what? I'm like here for your entertainment?"

Puck nodded, "Basically. You'd do best to remember that, Hummel."

Kurt for the third time that day did not have a chance to respond as Puck disappeared; however, this time he was replaced with Mercedes.

"What did he want? Is he harassing you again?"

"Always." Kurt nodded and left the room, his arm locked with his friends. "You want to go to the mall. I feel a shoe craving coming on."

As Kurt wandered the mall with his friend his brain was racing and almost begrudgingly he silently admitted that he had liked that fact that Puck had grown jealous of Kurt's interest in Finn. Despite, everything Kurt tried to forget as much of it as he could for the moment and focus on being with his friend. Thankfully, Mercedes had decided to drop the detective act for the day and allowed Kurt to distract himself with her company.

For now.