A/N: It's 10pm. Just saying. To those who subscribed and favorited this story, I can't thank you enough. Now I am all pressured to make this story worth your while. I am opened to suggestions by the way. And if you have something in your mind, feel free to say it. And I also want to take this opportunity to apologize for not being able to update Come A Little Bit Closer, I am seriously having a writer's block on that story but rest assured I will update soon. For the meantime, let's have fun somehow with this another PucKurt fic, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and no money are made whatsoever.

Chapter 3:

He really believed he was over her. He knew he should be the moment he got her pregnant and told him that she would swear to the grave that Finn was the father of their baby. He couldn't deny that he was badly hurt when she told him that. And as an added insult, she had called him a Lima loser. He knew that he was too young to be tied down to a huge responsibility like being a father but it did not mean that he was not capable of being such. Well, it was no used whining over spilled milkshake, their baby was now adopted and they could go back to their normal lives. Like it would really be normal which he knew it wouldn't.

Everyday of his life since the baby drama, he had been convincing himself that he had no feelings for Quinn. He tried to bed a lot of girls, cougars and MILFs as much as possible but after that blissful moment, he was still empty. Nobody knew that of course aside from him. It would definitely hurt his bad ass reputation and reputations in high school were really important. Without it, Noah Puckerman was nothing. God, when did he turn to such a drama queen? Fuck Fabray and her hotness.

So he was really more than glad when summer came. He needed a damn break to sort out his feelings for his baby mama. He spent the first part of his summer trying to dissect his feelings for Quinn. Now that Finn and Rachel were officially a couple, maybe he could make his moves on Quinn but he was scared. Yes, he might be Puckusaurus but he was damn scared to be rejected. Would Quinn still trust him after getting her knocked up. He did not think so that was why in the first part of summer vacation, he fell into a depression. His mom was really worried about him because he had lost a little weight so she pushed him to get a job to take his minds off things. His mom thought he was depressed when they lost Regionals. WTF. For all he knew, they were mega tons better than Vocal Adrenaline.

And so the summer job at Hummel's Tires and Lubes came. Well he just got to accept the fact that he couldn't stay away with kids from his school. Everyday, he got to see the fairy and one time he was shocked out of his wits when Kurt opened the door with purple stuff on his face. What the hell was that? After getting over the shock, he burst out laughing and he earned a smack on the forehead from Kurt. But then, summer job at the Hummel's was fun because he got to bond with Finn who was now living with the Hummel's with his mom. He really missed his best friend and Finn was more fun to be with now that he was with Rachel.

He had finally got over his stupid depression until that day when he bumped into Quinn. He just awkwardly stared at her and said nothing then proceeded to work. He remembered that it was the day that Kurt would coach him on the basics of car mechanics. Shit, how would he absorb those now? His mind was somewhere else during Kurt's lectures and when Kurt finally noticed it, he just lost it and hugged Kurt and cried. Dammit. Of all people to see him cry, he had chosen Hummel. But somehow, he knew that Hummel will not tell on him. And the fact that Hummel smelled really good when he buried his nose on the soft curve of his neck, it was worth it. That one hug seemed to connect both of them and he felt really comfortable opening up to him.

September came by fast and he just found himself preparing for the first day of school. He then decided the day before that he would follow what Hummel told him about trying to win Quinn back. It was worth a try. He was not Puckzilla for nothing. So with an air of confidence he went to school only to find out that he just got to give it up. Quinn had decided to bring her life back to normal. She was now determined to be back on her throne and to start it off, she tried out again for the Cheerios and now back on being the head cheerleader. As soon as he learned about it, the sooner his hopes for Quinn banished in the garbage. How come he had lost his confidence? Sure he was still popular. He was a stud and he had gained back his lost weight over the summer in no time and he was sexier than before but his confidence was nowhere to be found. Does being heartbroken do this to people? He thought and immediately got disgusted by the thought. He was the heartbreaker, not the heartbreakee if there was such word.

That afternoon before football tryouts since the new coach wanted to start anew, he just found himself talking to Kurt about Quinn. And in the middle of it, he made a hurried decision.

"Might as well give it up." He said to Kurt. And he was serious about it and then with some kind of force from nature he couldn't understand, he added. "Maybe I should just give up on girls all together. What do you say Kurt?" Crap, did it really come out of his mouth? But then maybe this would be a good idea, who said he couldn't be bicurious? Fuck, he didn't even know where he heard that word. Girls were not satisfying him at the moment maybe because they all reminded him of soft curves and girly laughs which ultimately brought him to thinking about Quinn. But hey wait a minute, Kurt was soft too and too girly for words.

'But he understands you not like the other girls who just listen to you when you talk dirty to them while having sex.' The voice at the back of his head answered for him. And somehow, he agreed to the voice.

"Wanna go out with me?" He then asked and he stifled a smirk when Kurt made a tiny nod.

"Cool. See you after tryouts." He said and without thinking, he gave Kurt a soft kiss on the cheek and somehow it felt right. 'Damn Puckerman, you are just testing the waters, stop being so goofy. douche.' He scolded himself.

And he knew at that moment that there was no turning back without leaving a mark behind.

xoxoxo

"What is that?" Mercedes asked as they both walked at the school's parking lot later that day. Football tryout was over and he was happy that Puck made it. "Is that a slushie cup?"

Kurt was in the middle of folding it when he started to absorb what Mercedes was talking about and he quickly tried to hide it from view.

"White boy, I already saw it so there's no use hiding it from me." Mercedes scoffed as she stopped beside a red Corvette and folded her arms across her chest. "Are you collecting garbage now?"

"This is not garbage." Kurt defended. "Puck gave it to me." He said and he couldn't suppress a smile slowly creeping on his face at the memory.

It was already past four and he knew that the football tryout was now over but Puck was still nowhere in sight. Kurt patiently waited at the bleachers and wondered if Puck was just pulling his leg when he asked him if he wanted to go out with him. Crap, maybe it was just a stupid prank he was trying to pull off with his football buddies. Panic arisen in his chest as he quickly stood up from the bleachers. Why the hell he believed Puck that easily? For the love of Versace, his brain must have momentarily stopped thinking when Puck asked him out. He was about to run and hide when he heard Puck called him.

"Kurt!" He turned around and his eyes went wide when he saw Puck carrying a slushie cup. Oh dear Lord, he knew it. He knew it! Puck was just kidding him and now he was about to receive the second slushie facial of the day, the first one came from that wuss Azimio.

"Make it quick." Kurt muttered as Puck approached him. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the cold drink to hit his face.

Nothing came.

"Babe, open your eyes." Puck said in that sexy voice and Kurt started to swoon. He slowly opened his eyes and watched Puck as he unwrapped the straw and put it in the cup and then offered it to him. "Cherry slushie. Sorry it took me so long to get it. The line is unbelievable. Uh, this is your favorite right?"

It could be a bitter melon slushie and it still would be his favorite. He gave a tiny nod and accepted the drink from Puck.

"Uh Kurt, as much as I want to hang around, I gotta do some errands for my mom." Puck said and Kurt's heart sunk. He was really looking forward to hanging with Puck but then Puck was giving him the sad puppy look and he gave in.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Kurt said softly.

"Thanks babe." Puck said and he winked at him then he leaned down on him and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips and Kurt died. Then he was alive again, his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest. "See you."

"Earth to Kurt." Mercedes voice sounded so far. "Oh puh-leese Kurt, what the hell is wrong you boy?"

Kurt knew he looked like a loony but hell he wouldn't give a damn. "I'm going to keep it. This is the first slushie someone gave to me which goes straight inside my stomach and not on my face,"

"And the fact that it came from a hot Jewish stud doesn't hurt either?" Mercedes supplied for him and he blushed furiously. "Kurt baby, what's going down with you and the nimrod?"

Kurt glared at her. "Nothing."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow at his direction. "Really? Puck is known for giving slushie facials and the only time I remembered him giving someone a real slushie was Rachel and then they started dating." Mercedes tone was accusing.

"Puck is just being nice." Kurt said as he adjusted the strap of his bag. He prayed that Mercedes would just drop the subject.

"The last time Puck was being nice, he got Quinn knocked up."

"Cedes please let's not talk about this okay. I gotta get home, dad's waiting." He ignored Mercedes's knowing glare at him and started to weave his way at the parking lot to his Navigator. Mercedes at his heels.

"Are you in love with Puck?" Mercedes asked point-blank and Kurt quickly swiped the parking lot for eavesdroppers. He let out a heavy sigh of relief when he found out the parking lot empty aside from them.

He chuckled to hide the nervousness in his voice. "Cedes, what the hell? That's too early." He said as he fumbled with his keys. His hands were shaking badly. The realization of his best friend's question hit him like a tidal wave.

Mercedes grabbed him by the shoulder and was forced to turn to her. As soon as they faced each other, Mercedes looked at him with questioning eyes. He knew that Mercedes did not approve of Puck. Who in their right mind would approve of Puck anyway?

"You do realize the heaviness of the situation?" Mercedes asked knowingly.

Kurt nodded.

"Are you still going for it?"

Kurt nodded. He had long decided that he would take the risk. For him, it was better to have loved and lost than to never love at all. Cliché but true. And it was not like he had boys knocking on his door and asking him out for dates.

"Okay. But I reserved the right to say, I told you so." Mercedes finally said as she hopped inside the passenger seat of Kurt's Navigator. "And I am going to death threat Puckerman tomorrow by the way." She added with an amused tone in her voice.

Kurt rolled his eyes at her. "I can take care of myself Cedes."

"I know. It's Puck I don't trust." She said matter-of-factly. "By the way, how's the kiss?"

Kurt's eyes went wide and he could feel his face burned. "H-how did you?' He stuttered and Mercedes chuckled.

"Aha, and so you did kiss." Ugh, Mercedes was just trying to coax it out of him. What a manipulative girl.

Kurt told her that it was Puck who just kissed him and he did not even kiss back which he regretted by now. He decided to just give up on his conversation with his best friend and started the engine. As soon as he was about to drive out of the parking lot, his phone buzzed signaling a text message from guess who. His heart melted all over again.

Hey babe, just finished d errands for mom. Cn I drop by your plce?

He quickly typed a reply.

Sure, u can drop by at 7:30.

Few seconds and Puck replied.

See u. And don't 4get 2 wear d lipgloss. ;p

And suddenly, seven-thirty pm became Kurt's favorite time of the day.

A/N: There, I hope you will like this chapter which I will know if you review. Hehe. It's already 12:27 am, gotta hit the sack for now. See you.