Puck left Glee that day feeling like his life may be starting to turn around.

Quinn's appointment with the doctor had gone really well. The aged doctor had smiled at them, informing the two teens that little Bethany was growing at a normal rate. He'd even felt the baby kick for the first time! The two of them had been spending several evenings recently looking through adoptive parents to choose from. They were extremely critical about each one. The two agreed vehemently that their little girl would not fall into the hands of someone as psycho as Mrs. Schue.

Finn was finally starting to loosen up with him again. Last week in gym, Finn had picked Puck to be on his team for basketball. Finn and Karofsky were always captains when picking teams, and somehow Finn had convinced the brawny hockey player to pick Puck for his team after their falling out…and he always ended up as the last pick. How humiliating. At first Puck assumed Finn was just tired of losing when he picked him. Puck was not only a star on the football field, but he was a baller at basketball too and scored the most points on any team he played on. But then when Puck had "accidentally" smacked Karofsky in the face with the ball, his ex best friend had given him a dopey smile, and even went as far to pat him on the back. No words were shared between the two, but Puck took it as a sign that things were getting better.

And just yesterday, Finn had agreed to go with him to Carmel High and slash the tires of the obnoxious Vocal Adrenaline kids who had strewn an abundance of toilet paper across their choir room. Luckily, Rachel's mom (whose name he couldn't pronounce but remembers her as the scary, darker lady who looks like Rachel after five divorces), had decided they wouldn't be expelled. The catch? He and Finn had to pay for the damages…and four tires on twenty something Range Rovers added up to be a butt load of money. Fortunately, Mrs. Schue had hired Finn and him at Sheets N' Things. They didn't really talk much, but Puck thought the taller boy was starting to hate him less.

The mohawked teen seriously missed having his former best friend around all the time. The boy was so innocent and naive, yet always knew when Puck was upset and just how to cheer him up. Puck wasn't one who liked to discuss his feelings until he was ready, and Finn would just wait until he was ready to talk. But he would stay with Puck, whether he was punching and kicking anything he could find or bawling his eyes out (which really didn't happen often, okay. He wasn't soft just because he was gay.)

His "bad" side also wanted Finn to be friends with him again so they could hang out outside of school. Puck heard from various conversations in Glee that Kurt's dad and Finn's mom were dating. He nearly beat the shit out of Finn when he heard that the two had moved into the same house AND shared a bedroom together!

Seriously, Puck would be the first to admit he sometimes got jealous of Finn. The taller boy always got the better end of the stick, so to speak. He'd been the star quarterback, most popular kid in school, loved by everyone, and had Quinn (who had become like a sister to Puck through the baby drama, and yes he understood that sounded weird, but he had no other term to describe it). Puck was an excellent athlete too, but he'd always lived in Finn's shadow. He was the douchey bad boy, while Finn remained the loveable, athletic boy-next-door.

When Quinn had gone up to the hat and drawn Tina's name, he had realized instantly that he was now partnered with Kurt. He nearly jizz'd his pants when Mr. Schue said, "And that leaves Puck and Kurt paired together." (Jizz'd his pants was one of his favorite expressions he came up with after Finn told him in middle school about how he jizz'd his pants one time when his mom forced him to watch Sex and the City with her. So naturally, he teased him mercilessly. It was what good best friends did.)

Puck was going to get to spend an entire week with Kurt Hummel, and there was no way the smaller boy could get out of it. He felt like Hanukah had come early.

Mr. Schue had just dismissed Glee for the day when Kurt approached him.

"Puck," Kurt simply stated.

Two can play that game.

"Hummel."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Puck's lack of conversation.

"Well seeing as how we will be forced to spend time together over the next week, I'd like to set some ground rules first," Kurt dictated, while pushing his bangs out of the way.

Puck had always liked Kurt's hair. It wasn't anything over-the-top like one would except to see on the small boy, especially considering his choice of clothing style. And it didn't stand out like Puck's regrown mohawk. But it always looked nice, and today his hair looked even more amazing than usual. His hair was more poofed out in a way, looking a tad manlier. His bangs seemed longer, but Puck guessed that they just lacked the usual product he used.

Speaking of his look, Puck noticed Kurt's outfit was even more stunning than usual. His shirt was skin tight, clinging to his body so that you could make out the outline of a thin, but defined chest. The tight skinny jeans he was currently sporting made his ass look absolutely delicious, and the scarf just teased him. Puck wanted to see the sexy skin of the neck underneath.

Puck was shaken out of his musings by a slight nudge on his shoulder.

"Puck, are you okay? You like zoned out for five minutes," Kurt inquired, sounding concerned.

This made Puck smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered dreamily.

Looking at Kurt's raised eyebrow, Puck mentally shook himself. God, he could be such a loser sometimes! When it came down to it, Puck just wasn't his normal, smooth self around Kurt. He might as well stamp, "Hi my name is Noah Puckerman, and I'm gay for Kurt Hummel," onto his forehead. But in small letters, of course, so it all fit.

"What were you saying, Hummel? I got wrapped up thinking about how hott I am."

Puck had learned early on that when one makes some sort of mistake and looks like a fool, just act cocky and pretend like nothing weird happened. The theory had worked for him in many situations, like the time he got caught staring at Mike Chang backside in the shower after basketball. He answered his teammates' inquiries with a simple statement. "I thought one of the short haired Cheerios had snuck into the showers with us." The other guys had laughed, giving him high fives, while Mike Chang had just jokingly punched him in the shoulder.

"What I was saying, Puck, was that I only have time to 'bond' after school because this weekend is Nationals," Kurt snapped at him.

"But we haven't even gone to Regionals yet," Puck pointed out.

He loved making the younger boy flustered.

Kurt stomped his foot in frustration, rolling his eyes.

"For the CHEERIOS, you Neanderthal. I think you've taken one too many hits to the head in football. It's clearly damaged your brain, even more so than it was before that."

Puck smirked. Kurt was just too cute.

"I was just kidding, woman. Chill out."

Kurt let out a long sigh.

"Alright, so I'm busy tonight, but do you want to just mingle for a bit after Glee? I want to get this assignment over and done with fast. I have better things to do."

Puck wondered what other things Kurt needed to do. Probably reorganize his closet or buy his own clothing store. He knew from some documentary his little sister made him watch that many millionaires in the fashion industry started at a young age.

"Yeah, whatever, that works. We should just grab food or something. Glee makes me hungry."

"That's fine, but I get to pick the place. My figure just can't handle all the greasy food of the places you call 'restaurants'." Kurt emphasized his statement by lifting his shirt up just an inch and (attempting) to grab at the (nonexistent) fat that clung to his skin.

Puck couldn't help but stare at the exposed skin of the boy's stomach. It was just so pale, and he could tell it was smooth. He imagined what it would feel like to touch the skin there. He bet Kurt was ticklish.

(Kurt)

After Mr. Schue announced their "Get to Know Each Other" assignment, the rest of the time in the club was spent practicing their scales. So naturally, when Mr. Schue left the choir room to run a few errands around the school, Mercedes and Kurt pushed their chairs closer together and bantered about the bet.

"How much did you pay Mr. Schue to allow you to work with Puck?" Mercedes demanded.

"Girl you're becoming paranoid. What, do you think you're gonna lose?" Kurt retorted back.

"Hun, please, if I was worried, I wouldn't have started this bet in the first place. Now answer my question."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Fate has brought Puck and me together. I am undoubtedly chosen to win, and I think this instance proves it. I did nothing to the hat or Mr. Schue."

He couldn't believe she seriously thought he'd cheat! Such things were demeaning and absolutely below him. He would win fair and square, and then proceed to brag relentlessly for the rest of the school year. He's never lost a bet.

Yet.

Kurt noticed out of his peripheral vision that Santana was looking at him again. Well, more like staring. And smirking. It seriously freaked him out, so he turned to the Latina girl and asked what her deal was.

"Oh nothing, Hummel, I was just admiring your outfit. Red is a very flattering color on you," she replied silkily.

"Uh, thanks sweetie. You look fabulous too, just like always," he complimented

Kurt turned back to face Mercedes and just shrugged his shoulders at her inquiring look. He didn't know what Santana's deal was, and he didn't have time to worry about it.

Mr. Schue came in ten minutes later, dismissing them for the day. His conversation with Mercedes had put Kurt in a bad mood, and Santana's staring had irked him deep down. He felt like he was missing something, and he HATED that. It was like almost completing a puzzle and realizing you've lost the most important piece.

Kurt couldn't help but be a little rude to Puck when he spoke to him. He had a habit of taking out his bad moods on others. Calling the taller boy a "Neanderthal" and snapping at him several times probably wasn't a good way to start a friendship. But at least Puck seemed to take his attitude with a grain of salt. Most of the Glee kids had come to accept his diva moments he noticed, grateful. He really was such a girl sometimes, which he accepted of course. After all, it just added to his fabulousness.

His conversation with Puck had been odd, to say the least. He would just zone out, and stare straight at Kurt while he was lost in his thoughts. It made him really uncomfortable. Kurt also noticed how Puck kept looking at his stomach when he lifted his shirt up, and so he had quickly pulled his the garment back down, looking away, embarrassed. Kurt had been sensitive about his weight after Ms. Sylvester had said his hips were pear shaped. He'd given up on his extreme dieting a long time ago (it really just sucked) but he still felt a little self conscious, especially around toned guys such as Puck.

Puck had bid him goodbye shortly after they decided to meet after Glee, and agreed they would just figure out exactly where they were going to go later on. They had exchanged numbers, Kurt typing his number into Puck's phone, and Puck typing his number into Kurt's.

Kurt glided to his car, glad school was finally over. He was so ready for some R and R at the mall. He debated treating himself to a mani/pedi at the salon. His mind, body, and soul needed to be in the best possible condition for him to pull of his seduction task. He made a mental note to visit the bookstore.

It was time to get some guidance on how to befriend and seduce a stud.

Author's Note: Just got a new job so there will be updates less often. But I'll try to make them nice and long each time I post a new chapter! :)