A/N: Uh, I'm sorry if I haven't updated Come A Little Bit Closer, I really had a bad case of writer's block on that one. Hopefully by weekend I'll get over it. So I just hoped that this little fic will suffice the absence of update on Come A Little Bit Closer. To those who subscribed and favorited this fic, I really thank all of you. It's kinda pressuring though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I do, Puck will be my slave,

Puck was reminiscing last night's event at the Hummel's but his perverted thoughts were rudely interrupted with a...

SMACK!

Puck turned around and saw a positively livid Mercedes Jones.

"What the hell Aretha?" Puck growled as he rubbed the sore spot at the back of his head. "What are you doing here anyway? This is our locker room." He glared at her. That smack hurt,

Mercedes just ignored him. It was a good thing that most of his teammates already left or they would witness this drama.

Puck watched as Mercedes folded her arms across her chest. What the hell was wrong with this chick? The last time he checked, he was not dating her anymore. What now? Did she still want a piece of his guns? He smirked at the thought but regretted it almost instantly when Mercedes made yet again another swipe on his face. Good thing he had good reflexes and dodged it.

"What the - ?

He was immediately cut off by Mercedes.

"Wipe that smirk off your face Puckerman." Mercedes said coldly. Puck scowled at her. He was about to say something again but Mercedes cut him off just the same.

"I don't know what's going on in that shaved head of yours but I gotta say I don't like it." Oh yes, this was about Kurt. He just raised an eyebrow at her but didn't say anything. Puck let her continued.

"I'm not gonna make this conversation longer because I can't stand the stench of this place." Mercedes started airily. "All I wanna say is if you hurt Kurt, I'm gonna cut your balls and make it my keychain." The threat was so serious that his hands immediately flew on his crotch as if to hide it from Mercedes.

Why did everybody assume that he couldn't be serious about something in his life? Sure, this thing with Kurt was new and unlikely. Hell, he didn't even know what made him decide to date Kurt. All he knew was that being with Kurt, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He couldn't fathom why but there was something liberating being with the resident fairy. Maybe because Kurt really did understand him and he was one of the few who didn't judge him when he got Quinn pregnant. Fuck, he was turning drama queen now. How disgusting was that?

"You are not even gay." Mercedes suddenly said, snapping him out of his inner tirade. "Why are you doing this? You suddenly got tired of dumpster tossing and slushie facials?" Mercedes added accusingly.

"Look, I'm not a bad person okay?' Puck said and Mercedes laughed out loud instantly."I'm not going to hurt Kurt."

Mercedes suddenly stopped laughing. "Really? Nice one Puck, you got me there." She said sarcastically. Then her face turned serious.

"My boy Kurt, he's vulnerable. You don't know what he went through so what I am saying is, he doesn't need another pain in his life. So if this is just one cruel prank, better stop it."

"Look, I don't own you any explanation why I wanted to date your boy." Puck said in an aggravated tone. He was tired of people who looked badly of him. "Okay, I'm not gay but maybe I'm – "

"Experimenting." Mercedes said, cutting him off for the nth time in their entire conversation. "You think I don't know what you're really up to Puckerman?"

Puck's jaw dropped. What the hell was this girl talking about?

Mercedes breathed deeply. "You are using Kurt to get over Quinn which I really don't understand because there are a lot of girls out there but you chose Kurt."

Puck was lost for words. How did Mercedes know? Shit, this girl could read him as easily as a billboard.

"Tell me. Why Kurt?"

Because Kurt is sweet and kind and his lips tasted like cherries. Puck thought but said, "Kurt understands me in a way no one can't." He knew that with the look on Mercedes's face, the girl didn't buy it. But hell, it was the truth.

"What if Kurt falls in love with you?" Mercedes asked point blank.

"And what if I fall in love with him too? Who knows?" Puck asked too and Mercedes looked at him in awe. Wow, did he really just say that? Puckerman, what the hell? He scolded himself.

Mercedes shook her head. "This conversation is going nowhere. Just keep in mind what I said. Hurt him and I will cut you."

Puck raised his hands appeasingly. He watched as Mercedes turned on her heels and stomped out of the locker room. But before she was completely gone, she looked over her shoulder and looked at him straight in the eye.

"That's not a threat Puck, that's a promise." She said snottily then she was gone. Puck rolled his eyes and continued fixing his football gears in his locker. Then suddenly, he heard a slam of a door.

Great. The two thumbheads. Azimio and Karofsky. With all his luck lately, they might have probably heard his conversation with Aretha.

"Yo Puckerman." Azimio started. "What's the deal with the homo? Did you catch the case of the gays now?" He asked as he gave Karofsky a high five. Puck rolled his eyes.

"Did I give you permission to talk to me?" Puck growled at Azimio.

Karofsky put up his hands mockingly, as if he was scared of Puck. "You make me puke Puckerman. You a cocksucker now?"

Puck quickly stood up and advanced on Karofsky, shoving Azimio aside which caused the black jock to fly on the row of lockers in a sickening crash. Azimio slumped weakly on the ground. What a pussy. He then grabbed the collar of Karofsky's jacket and towered on him.

"The next time I hear you call me that, that would be the last thing coming out of your mouth." Puck said through gritted teeth as he snarled on Karofsky who now looked really scared. He released his grip on Karofsky.

Puck gave out a disgusted snort and then grabbed his duffel bag but before he left, he gave one last warning.

"Kurt Hummel is off limits. Nobody touch him. If someone as so much touch the tip of his hair or his pinkie, I'm gonna make sure it'll be the last thing they do. Clear?"

Azimio and Karofsky swallowed hard before nodding. Puck narrowed his eyes at them.

"Clear?" Puck repeated then raised an eyebrow at them.

"Clear Puck." Azimio and Karofsky chimed together.

"Tell the rest of the team." Both nodded and then quickly scurried away out of the locker room.

Whatever Aretha had said, it didn't matter. Nobody could touch his princess.

A/N: Sorry if this is too short. I'll make it up to all of you next time. And next chapter, I will give you a glimpse on what happened at Kurt's that fateful 7:30pm.