As Sung By

...

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Note: Thank you guys for the reviews, I am really glad that you all like this story. I am really proud of this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy it, too.

...

Chapter 7: Dollhouse

I'm just a girl, you're just a boy

This is my heart, it's not a toy

So what's with you playin' with my mind?

...

It had been a week since Finn and Kurt's private dance lesson and Kurt had been on Cloud Nine ever since. Sure, a small part of him would always be a little sad that they could never be more than what they were, but the larger part of him was completely incandescent. Finn Hudson cared about him, really cared about him. And that meant more to Kurt than anything he could ever recall.

Kurt continued to beam as he made his way through the halls of McKinley High that Wednesday morning. The hallways were pretty empty, except for a few passing students, but Kurt expected that considering that he was running behind today. Kurt was usually a stickler for being prompt, but he'd been too comfortable in bed (with his dreams of Finn to keep him company) and when he did finally get up, he'd realized he had forgotten to pick out an outfit for the next day. He wasn't too broken up about, he had a good reason for being distracted; he'd been texting Finn well into the wee hours of the night-a recent frequent occurrence.

For a moment a small voice in the back of his head questioned how healthy this friendship with Finn really was, but he quickly silenced it as he reached his locker. He made quick work of the combination and began to retrieve the required books for his first three periods, he'd exchange them during the break before his fourth; however, his concentration was broken as he caught wind of a hushed argument around the corner, a few lockers down.

"Babe, what is your problem. Is it that time of the month?"

Kurt's eyes bugged as he listened to the clearly clueless boy who he could not see, but he was sure he knew that voice.

"Do you even hear yourself, Puck?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, he'd been right on the money and he was also willing to bet that the young woman who was with him was Santana Lopez.

"Yeah, I hear myself real well. Now answer my question."

Santana groaned, "Fine. You wanna know what my problem is? You!" Kurt didn't need to see Santana to feel the cool rush that probably accompanied the icy glare she was no doubt giving Puck.

"What the hell did I do?" Puck retorted, clueless as ever.

"Last night! We hook up and then this morning you're all..." Santana trailed off trying to find the right words, "...you're all asshole-y."

Kurt rolled his eyes. That was the best she could come up with? Weren't cheerleaders supposed to be imbedded with automatic comebacks and other defense mechanisms? Kurt brushed off his thoughts and stopped listening. He had a class to get to and he was more than willing to ignore the pang of jealousy he felt at the mention of Puck and Santana's recent hook up.

As Kurt closed the flap on his Marc Jacob's bag he made sure to close his locker loud enough to distract the couple around the corner, causing both teens to look around the edge of the wall.

"Hummel." Puck growled and Santana just glared at him.

"God, could you two be more Jerry Springer-esque?" Both Santana and Puck went to respond to Kurt's quip, but the smaller boy held up his hand and beat them both to it, "I wouldn't waste your time trying to search around in those underdeveloped brains of yours for a stinging comeback, you might hurt yourselves. Plus, shouldn't you be rushing off to the nearest pharmacy and stocking up on condoms and pregnancy tests, just in case?" Kurt winked and turned to strut off to his first class.

Neither the jock nor the cheerleader could muster the strength to recover from Kurt's slicing comments in time and just watched the fashionable teen march away.

...

For the entirety of his first period AP History class Kurt couldn't seem to focus and surprisingly his mind was not stuck in the land of "What if Finn and I...", but instead he was more concerned with his recent encounter with the Hispanic Finn and Quinn. God, what did Puck even see in Santana. She was bitchy and...only mildly okay-looking and...bitchy! Sure, maybe from time to time Kurt could be a bit of a bitch, like earlier with them, but not like Santana. What confused Kurt even more was, why did he even care? So, he'd made out with Puck once or twice, he still couldn't stand him. In fact, he detested him.

But he did taste really, really good!

That thought snapped Kurt back to reality. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed-no one was even paying attention. It took Kurt a moment, but he began to look around even harder...where was he? He looked to the walls and spotted the math-friendly posters that adorned them. Kurt frowned, he'd been so focused on Puck and Santana and how much he did not like Puck that he had zoned out through-what he was present for of-his History class and even made his way to his Algebra class. Kurt sighed, heavily annoyed with himself, and stood, heading for the door.

Thankfully the teacher's back had been to him because he was writing equations on the board, so he slipped out undetected.

Kurt tried to shake himself of the confusion and frustration that riddled his insides, but he just couldn't do it. He had Puck on the brain and as much as he hated it, there was nothing he could do about it. And just as he began to accept his fate, he found himself being gripped by the arm and yanked unceremoniously into a small utility closet.

"What the hell?" Kurt began, but found himself silenced as a pair of warm lips smashed roughly against his. "Mmm! Get o...mm..off!" Kurt tried pushing his frisky attacker away, but as his hands pushed at the hard body before him, he failed.

Thankfully it wasn't long before he was released and the assailant pulled the chained cord in the middle of the small room and turned on the light above them. "Dude, relax. It's me." Puck rushed his words out.

Kurt pursed his lips and glared. "I know it's you, you Neanderthal."

For a moment Puck frowned, but he quickly recovered and snaked an arm around Kurt's waist. "What's with you today?" He pulled the boy closer to him and leaned down; pressing his lips to the soft skin of his neck, "Don't get me wrong, your attitude is kind of turning me on, but still..." he trailed off and replaced his words with a trail of butterfly kisses.

Kurt was almost distracted by the gentleness of Puck's lips as they traveled over his skin, but the jock wasn't that good and Kurt wasn't that easy. "What's with me," Kurt paused to push Puck off of his, "is you. You and your bipolar penis. One day you want me, the next you're schlepping around with that overly tanned, wannabe-a-Quinn." Kurt didn't even look at Puck as he spoke, he merely directed his eyes to his clothes trying to smooth them out.

"Dude-"

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes, "Do not call me 'dude'." This time he looked at Puck and before the other boy could speak, he went on, "And before you dip into your shallow pool of whit, let me save us both the time. This," he motioned between them, "whatever it is, isn't happening."

"How can you say you don't want it, when you don't even know what it is?" Puck questioned with a deep smirk.

Kurt scoffed, "You want a definition? Fine. You, being the whore that you are, have managed to plow-literally-your way through this town's entire female population and now you're bored and you think that I just might be able to satisfy whatever 'cravings' you've had lately. Oh, and you think that, because I have never had a boyfriend I will be so desperately willing to sneak around and do whatever you say, no matter how freaky and dirty and nasty. Is that it, Puckerman?" Puck just kind of shrugged and nodded, he was clearly amused with himself. He was so cocky. Kurt hated that. More accurately he hated that he found it appealing, but he'd be damned if Puck was going to know that.

"Look here, jock," Kurt stepped closer to Puck, but not in a seductive way, no, this was just to emphasize his point, "You may have a way with the girls and women in this town, but I have two things that none of those washed up, middle aged women, their dusty old vaginas or those Cheerios have."

"What's that?" Puck asked, still smirking slightly.

"Self-respect and class and you know what that means," he looked the tall jock up and down before bringing his eyes back up to Puck's, "that I am so far out of your league." This time it was Kurt's turn to smirk smugly.

With Puck frozen Kurt turned and reached for the handle on the door, but Puck's hand seized his, stopping him and before he could speak, Puck did. "He'll never want you." Kurt didn't look at Puck, but the boy still went on, "You can say what you want about me and I know that this situation might not be ideal, but I also know that some part of you is holding out for him. For Finn. But you should know," Puck stepped closer to him and leaned down to whisper into Kurt's ear, "I'm not him. I'm better." For once Puck's words weren't harsh or arrogant, they seemed almost sincere.

It seemed Puck's little speech had caught the soprano's attention and it wasn't long before Kurt was facing him. "You know Puck, you're too old to be playing around like this. I could never be stuck living life like this-secret meetings and hook ups. I'm above it. I deserve better. You can't control me and use me for...whatever. I'm not a doll and this," he looked around them, "it's not a dollhouse." Kurt went for the door once more, but stopped and turned once more to face Puck. "But, you're right about one thing." He looked up into Puck's eyes again, "you're not him. Know how I know?" He didn't wait for an answer, "Because you don't get to have me; not my body and sure as hell not my heart. We're done."

And with that Kurt disappeared out of the closet and left a stunned Puck to contemplate just what the hell had just happened.

...

Author's Note: Oh, my god...so I hope that you guys liked that. And if there are any OTH fans out there, I hope you enjoyed my placement of a certain quote. Anyway, I promise to update again soon. I am really loving this story and the fact that you all are, too. Please continue to leave reviews; they really do keep me going. By the way, there will be some Puck/Kurt love coming soon! Promise!