Author's note: Thanks to all of your wonderful reviews and requests for a continuation or a sequel of Move over, Hummel I felt obliged to comply with your wishes. I had a severe case of performance anxiety while writing this, since I was not sure of if I could write such a piece again. So, please be nice to me. I did my best.

It is a strange feeling – waking up and knowing that something, someone is missing. The sheets are warm underneath your palm, resting upon the pillow next to you, but you know that it is not from your own body. Your body, which feels tired and strained from what you did last night, with that missing someone. Your pale skin is decorated with small bruises along your hipbones, markings from where his fingers heatedly held you. That huge lump of tears, which you desperately try to swallow before anyone notices how your eyes are shimmering, has dug itself into your sore throat.

Kurt closed his eyes again. The morning sounds of newly awaken teenagers were all around him; Finn's yawn and stretching of stiff muscles, Tina's soft whispers to Artie, Mercedes' muttering about the location of her cell phone and Santana's…

"Where's Puck?"

Kurt bit down on his lower lip to prevent a heartbroken sob from escaping him. There was a moment of silence, in which everyone's gazes crossed the basement, as if expecting Puck to just pop up from behind the vanity or something. The confused mumbles of "I dunno" and "Has anyone seen him?" reached Kurt's ears, though he did his best to shut them out. Wrapping his comforter tighter around him, Kurt rolled over on his side, staring blankly into the clear white wall.

It is Puck that we are talking about, he reminded himself of. Puck. Of course he would not stick around for the fall out. He just took what he wanted and ran before anyone caught him red-handed. Kurt could not expect anything else. He needed to pull himself together now. Deep breaths.

"Puck left early."

His smile was not quite right, as he shot out of bed, but he doubted that anyone would notice. He met the curious and surprised eyes of his teammates, broadened his smile.

"He had somewhere to go. I would say that he's sorry for bailing, but Puck's never the one to say sorry, is he?"

The giggles and confirming laughter from the remaining ten Glee clubbers told him that he had them fooled. He could pull this off. After all, he was a better actor than Rachel. He adjusted his pyjama, feeling the dried stickiness between his thighs and tried not to grimace. He wanted, needed a shower. He needed to wash away any visible sign of Puck. "Breakfast will be served in the kitchen."

The other Glee kids had disappeared through the front door, in pairs and groups. Mercedes stuck around the longest, helping him to clean up, but she was soon gone too. Finn joined Kurt's father in the backyard, since it was a beautiful sunny day. Kurt supposed that they talked about football or something equally boyish and totally uninteresting. Everything had been… better, lately. He would not kid himself and say that he had forgotten about what Finn had said or that he had gotten over him, but he knew what was needed of him and he tried his very best. Those romantic feelings needed to be diminished and destroyed. Kurt knew that he was making progress, though he still found himself staring dreamily at him from time to time. He did not join them, not wanting to intrude and he had other matters to tend to. Like, cleaning himself up.

Kurt ended up staring at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror, after a thorough shower. He had thrown the pyjama in the basket of dirty laundry and stood naked before himself. He usually avoided these kinds of encounters, but now it had to be done. Any trace of Puck was going to be eliminated, washed away from him. He did not even like Puck. The self-absorbed jock was a jerk, an asshole who had enjoyed torturing him during his entire high school experience so far. So why did he stand there, unable to take his eyes off the bruises he had made upon his body? They were the only evidence of what had happened. If they had not been there, constantly reminding him, the entire experience might have been a sick and twisted, way too wonderful dream. A hallucination, a work of fiction. Kurt drew a shivering sigh, looking into his own eyes. No. This was not right. No one, no one brought the Hummel's down. He was not going to cry over Noah Puckerman. He would rather die. Nope. He was going to walk into McKinley High on Monday, looking incredible and show Puck that Kurt was not the one missing out. Na-ha. He was not the one to be sorry.

Deep down, Kurt did not want the bruises to fade.

Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter, guys. This was originally not meant to have more chapters and I know that there is a severe lack of Puck in this, but my loyalty stands to Kurt and if I am going to continue with this, I needed for him to tell us this before we get to the yummy part. I promise, next chapter will involve a whole lot of Puckosaurus.

I know many of you wanted to know the other's reactions of their sleeping arrangements, though letting Puck stay in that bed (all curled up next to Kurt) until morning did not seem right to his character. By showing his affection for Kurt, displaying Noah for him, he was vulnerable and exposed – something not many feel comfortable with being and especially not Puck. He just has not come far enough in his personal development to show confidence in that kind of situation.

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