Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Kurt strode through the doors of McKinley High with his mission in mind. He was determined to get to work right away; after all, there's no time like the present as Rachel would always advise.

To be honest, he wasn't really sure how he was going to approach the task. Last night, Kurt had tried to think of "seduction ideas" as he was now referring to the bet as, but every time a potential excellent thought came to him, he lost it as he focused on the image of Puck. He would deny it until he was blue in the face, and he was damn sure he'd take his secret to the grave, but he had the hotts for the left tackle ever since his infamous performance of "Sweet Caroline" to Rachel. Like seriously, who doesn't dream about being serenaded in front of a group of people? Kurt knew, however, that he wasn't as easy to please as the shorter girl. He would prefer his man to show his to devotion to him in front of a huge group of people, preferably the entire school or during the intermission of Wicked on Broadway (before everyone left their seats of course). There was nothing wrong with fantasies, after all they were a "normal aspect of growing up", as Ms. Pillsbury had awkwardly informed them in their freshman year health and sex seminar. Kurt shuddered at the memory. To this day, he still was unsure of who felt more awkward during that assembly; the guidance counselor or the fifteen year old teenage boys she was addressing.

Kurt pushed the memory out of his mind and focused on the task at hand. No one could deny Puck had the body structure of a God. Zeus had nothing on the football player. He made Brad Pitt look ugly in Troy…well okay, Kurt realized that may have been an exaggeration, but hey, he wasn't called a Drama Queen just because he dressed fabulously. Sure, Puck's personality didn't compare to Finn Hudson's on the outside, but Kurt sensed there was something deeper in the Jewish boy. After hiding his sexuality for years, Kurt was pretty sure he was an expert on hiding one's true self.

The tardy bell blared loudly through the halls, startling Kurt out of his thoughts. He quickly made his way to his first period class, Spanish, which he luckily happened to share with the jock. Normally, Puck sat in the back, with Kurt diligently taking a seat in the first row. Spanish was an important language he may need to use in his fashion career, so Kurt took extra care to learn as much as he could from . Plus, one of his dreams included attending the elite fashion shows in Madrid. It couldn't help to actually be able to communicate with people while he was there.

Kurt noticed Puck hadn't arrived yet. He decided to take a risk, and passed his usual seat in front of 's desk, heading to a seat in the back row. While he was placing his materials on his desk, Puck walked in the door just as the final bell rang.

Noah Puckerman walked into Spanish with his backpack hoisted over his shoulder and a homemade blueberry muffin in his hand. He would be the first to admit, having Quinn Fabray living in his house was a blessing in disguise. His mom made good dinners for him and his younger sister, Sarah, but Quinn was a baking beast. Her cupcakes, (although legal, and thus not as good as his "special" ones), were legendary at the social dinners her parents hosted before they kicked her out. Apparently baking helped her de-stress and manage her raging preggo hormones, which was fine by him. He enjoyed having a fresh breakfast to look forward to. Cookie Crisp got kind of old after eating it for the past seven years.

As he passed Mr. Schue on the way to his seat, the older man gave him a look he couldn't identify. It definitely looked like confusion in part, and perhaps a mixture of scorn? Puck thought back to the past few days to think of what he could have done wrong. He'd been performing well in Glee, hadn't given any geeks a dumpster dive, and had only given Jacob Israel a slushie facial, and that was just because he creeped him out. But seriously, Schuester couldn't hate on him for that. That kid was a freak and needed even more mental treatment than Rachel Berry and combined.

He briefly noted that Kurt wasn't in class today, as his seat remained empty. Puck but his head down, and continued his trek through the maze of seats. Schuester clearly needed some organization skills from Ms. Pills.

Puck sat down in his seat, and looked around the classroom. It wasn't until then that he noticed that Kurt Hummel was sitting in the only seat in the room that was usually empty...and right next to him. He could tell why Schuester was confused, as it mirrored Puck's own feelings.

Turning to look Kurt directly in the eye, Puck raised his eyebrow in a "what the fuck are you doing" kind of way. The younger boy just gave him a small smile, and turned his attention to Schuester's lecture. Puck tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.

Maybe today would be better than he thought.

Author's note: Woo ch 2 down! (It's been edited to fix some mistakes) Thank you to all who decided to review about whether or not I should add multiple POV's. It's definitely a lot easier to write that way, but it will most likely focus on Kurt more so than anyone else. Maybe. We shall see what comes! And a special thank you to Alice Itoko who has given me a new idea to work with :)

Song = Lady gaga " Bad Romance" of course