As Sung By

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Author's Note: Hey, guys! This update is going to be a short one, but I got inspired to write a little today and I was kind of in the mood for some Puck/Kurt smoochies, so this is what I came up with. I hope you guys I enjoy it. I'll try and update again in another day or so! Please, remember to read and review. I would love some more reviews!

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Chapter 8: Cowboy Casanova

He's a good time Cowboy Casanova, leaning up against the record machine

He looks like a cool drink of water, but he's candy-coated misery

Give you feelings that you don't want to fight, you better run for your life (Carrie Underwood)

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Kurt had managed to shake himself (for the most part) of his encounter with Puck and make it through the next part of his day. He'd only had one more class after math before lunch and thankfully his International Business class had practically flown by. Kurt always had to suppress a bitter laugh when it came to that class; what the hell did anyone in Ohio, let alone this godforsaken town, know about International Business.

Kurt didn't pay it much mind, though, and continued on towards the cafeteria, where he was sure Mercedes would be waiting for him. With that thought in mind, Kurt added a bit of pep to his step and a small smile graced his lips. The larger girl always had a way of brightening his day and if there was ever a day where he needed a pick-me-up, it was this day; however as Kurt turned one of the last corners before reaching the large lunch room he found himself frozen in his tracks.

The small boy had managed to turn the corner just in time to see Finn Hudson lean down and place a light kiss on Rachel Berry's lips. Kurt had known that Finn and Rachel had been developing a little something over the last few months, but there was a big difference between knowing about it and being six feet from it. And despite his best attempts to dismiss what was happening before him, his heart fell and a dull ache washed over his chest; his lips parted and he drew a sharp intake of breath, in an effort ease his recently acquired pain, but as he did the sudden little noise cause the two teens before him to jump at part.

"Kurt!" Finn was obviously startled to see his friend; Rachel, however, just rolled her eyes. "W...what are you doing?"

Kurt hesitated for a moment, having forgotten how to actually form a coherent sentence, but it wasn't long before he regained his composure and straightened his posture, "Lunch." He waved his arm in the direction down the hall behind the two lust bunnies.

"Oh," Rachel finally chimed in, "Well, don't let us stop you."

Kurt shot her a smile so fake, he was sure had he had the power, the flesh would have melted off her face, "So, considerate, aren't you, Rachel?" The girl just shrugged and offered up her own fake and condescending smile, but she didn't stop there. In one quick motion he slid her hand into Finn's and interlocked their fingers. Had Finn been a bit brighter, he would have picked up on the venom that laced her action, but he didn't.

Once again Kurt felt that all too familiar ache, "Actually, my appetite isn't what it used to be. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Kurt didn't even bother to try smiling at either one of them as he turned and went back the way he came. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he couldn't make his way to the cafeteria, he wasn't sure he could handle all the emotions that were coursing through him and he couldn't risk losing control in front of all of those people.

So, with no clear destination Kurt wandered through the almost empty halls, the only thing he could think to do was to try and not cry. He hated himself for this. How many times was he going to go through this? He and Finn were never going to happen, he had accepted that. So, why couldn't he move on?

It was when that question was echoing through his mind that he looked up to see none other than Noah Puckerman heading in his direction. Kurt froze, but not out of fear or worry. Maybe the reason Kurt hadn't been able to leave his feelings for Finn behind was because he hadn't moved on.

No time like the present.

Considering the fact that Puck was oblivious to Kurt's inner dilemma, he kept going, only to scoff bitterly as he passed the small soprano.

Kurt hadn't even weighed all the possibilities of what he was considering, but without thought he called out to the boy who had just passed him, "Puck, wait!" Kurt turned and to his surprise, the boy had actually stopped.

"What do ya want, Hummel?" Disdain dripped from Puck's voice.

Kurt looked around the hall, surveying their surroundings and to his liking, they were alone. Kurt looked to his left and spotted a supply closet like the one they'd occupied earlier that day. And with one more glance around the now desolate hallway, just to be sure, he closed the distance between them in three strides and gripped Puck's collar.

Puck was beyond surprised at the strength the small teen possessed, which was probably why he allowed the other to pull him into the small space. Once the initial shock had worn off, Puck went to speak, "What the hell, Hum-"

Kurt didn't allow Puck to finish his sentence, as he had already latched the door, discarded his bag on the floor and practically leaped forward, smashing his lips to Puck's.

Puck was stunned momentarily, but it did not take him long at all to respond to the aggressive action. Of course, Puck was used to being the instigator and the one who was in control, but he would be lying if he said the surprising action hadn't excited him. And as their lips meshed together, Puck snaked a strong arm around Kurt's slender waist, pulling him as close as he could. He wasn't sure what had caused the change in the boy, but mostly he didn't care. He was just eager and more than a little grateful. All too soon, however, the warmth of Kurt's soft lips was gone and Puck groaned in protest and leaned forward in a failed attempt to recapture Kurt's lips.

"One second, big boy." Kurt breathed out. He let his right hand travel up and covered Puck's talented mouth, preventing him from continuing the kiss, but he made no effort to slither out of Puck's grasp. "We need to establish some ground rules here."

Puck looked at Kurt as he dropped his hand from his mouth and stared incredulously at the smaller teen, "Rules?"

Kurt nodded, "I know they're a foreign concept to you, but I want to make sure this situation is crystal clear for both of us, okay?" Puck nodded slowly, "This is just physical. It's wrong and it's twisted on some many levels, but I think I need this. Don't even think about it!" Kurt silenced the comment he knew Puck wanted to make and allowed Puck to just smirk as he went on, "I know that this isn't the best thing to do, but I don't care." He took a moment and stared up at the other boy and as he did he could feel the earlier ache lessening, "Now…on to the rules. First off, I am not at your beck and call. All hook ups will be initiated by me at a time and place that I deem acceptable. Secondly, if I should come within one hundred feet of a dumpster, pee balloon, or piece of vandalized lawn furniture, we're done." Kurt arched a perfectly shaped brow, "Do we have an understanding?"

Puck's smirk grew, Kurt's demands were reasonable, but if the fashionable young man actually thought that he was going to be the one to determine when they would hook up: he had another thing coming. "Yeah, whatever." Puck responded and without missing a beat he leaned down and reclaimed Kurt's lips for his own.

Kurt did nothing to fight this kiss. He wanted this. But more importantly, like he had told Puck, he needed this. On some level he knew this thing with Puck wouldn't be as simple as either of them would want it to be, but as Puck's tongue caressed his and his teeth nibbled at Kurt's lower lip, Kurt found himself whimpering in delight and melting into the other boy and he realized he didn't care.

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Author's Note: I hope you guys liked that! Let me know what you think! Thanks! Also, please forgive me for any typos in this chapter. I took a new allergy medicine and it's making me want to pass out, so I am sure I missed a few.