He had forgotten his jacket. It was soft in Noah's hands, white with black buttons. Kurt probably looked great in it. He would put it in his locker, so he would not lose it. It looked expensive. Noah could return it to him after school, because God knows where he had run off to now. He leaned against the sinks and hesitantly raised the jacket to his face. It smelled of him, sweet and pleasant and wonderful…

Okay, so he had gotten a serious case of the gays. It was not like he was a fag or anything, not like Queen Fruity he was crushing on, but he had come down with the queer. It was almost like the flu – though, instead of feeling like crap all the time, you just thought of dicks twenty-four seven. Or, pretty much the same dick. Kurt Hummel's. Other guys just grossed him out. Puck felt like rearranging someone's face, because this was seriously getting on his nerves. Stress relief, you know. Where was Jewfro when you needed him? That trashcan he had thrown across the boys' restroom just did not put up with much of a fight.

He had been infected during Friday night, at the Hummel-Hudson house. Hummel had announced it two weeks in advance – he was going to have a little soy, sarong, soirée or whatever homo word he used. Finn translated (Hummel had taught him the word the hour before). It was a party. With a sleepover. Back then, Puck had been completely straight and healthy. The word sleepover had made him think of cheerios with big boobs, dressed only in their underwear, having a pillow fight. The one who lost had to strip and make out with the other one. Still caught in his completely normal and heterosexual fantasy, Puck had accepted the invitation. About an hour later, he realized just what he had gotten himself into: Glee losers only, no booze and definitely no pillow fights with half naked cheerios. Hooray. He could have bailed, but Rachel would like, cut his head off or something and he did not feel like being headless.

It had been surprisingly nice. They had talked and sung and played games. Hummel had run around the place, refilling drinks and bowls of junk food, until Aretha pulled him into a bone crushing hug and forced him into sitting on the couch, squeezed in between Finn and Rachel so they would not throw themselves at each other. No one, no one wanted to see that. They had all turned in around two in the morning. Sure, Hummel's basement looked huge and all, but fitting ten people on the floor was not as easy as it looked. Finn could use surgery before someone went deaf by his snoring and Santana became some kind of kick boxer in her sleep. It was impossible to sleep in between them. Swearing, Puck had gotten up in search of somewhere else to crash. Wheels had gotten the couch and Hummel laid curled up like a ball in his huge bed. Beggars are no choosers, like his mother used to say. Ice Queen had turned over on his command and left some room for Puck. He had crawled into bed and that was when it happened. Puck had gotten contaminated with the gays. True story. All of a sudden, Hummel just smelled so good. His body was warm and like, sensual. He made small sounds in his sleep, hummed contently when he moved. Before Puck knew it, Captain Puckerman was saluting him, telling him he was ready to breach the frontier.

Then… one thing led to another. No one could resist him, not even Hummel. After all, he was a stud, even if he had gone temporarily gay. Their company had forced them to be quiet, but Hummel still made those small, sweet noises resembling the ones he had made in his sleep. It had been such a turn on. Puck had whispered his name, you know, just to try it and Hummel had gone all spaghetti in his arms and it felt pretty awesome. Then, BANG! The most wicked and cruellest and greatest of all orgasms in the world just hit him with the force of a train going full speed ahead. He might have passed out for a second or two, his memory was a bit blurry. Hummel had still been hard underneath his hand and Puck might be an idiot, but he was not a complete jerk. He was pretty when he got off, eyes closed, lips parted, his entire body shivering. He had said his name too, just breathed it out easily and Puck figured that he kind of liked having him whispering his name. The kiss had made him dizzy.

Yep. Serious case of the gays.

Author's note: A short chapter again, but I hope you forgive me. I figured there had been quite a lot of Kurt in the other chapters and you can never get enough of Kurt, but Puck wanted a chance to shine too. I wrote this in the middle of the night and I sincerely hope that I got his voice right. He sort of comes off like an asshole, which he is, but there is a sweetness and kindness behind his badboy attitude. I am not sure of if I will write from his point of view again, it was quite exhausting and as I have said before – my loyalty stands to Kurt.

Next chapter will involve lip-on-lip contact! Can I get a WHOOP WHOOP?

Reviews are love, sweethearts.

/Becka