Puck woke up earlier than usual the next morning, excited for the first time in his life to go to school. His dream that night had encouraged him even more to share his feelings with Kurt.

The two of them had gone to the Lima City Fair and Puck had been trying to convince Kurt, to no avail, to eat a piece of funnel cake. The soprano had repeatedly refused, saying the item was nothing more than wasted calories with no satisfying taste to make up for the indulgence. He had distracted Puck by entwining his small hand with his larger, calloused one and tugged him closer. The shorter boy stood on his tiptoes and planted a gentle kiss on Puck's cheek, pulling away with a small smirk on his lips. Puck didn't remember the rest of the dream, only recalling the end where the two of them were riding the Ferris wheel, Puck's arm wrapped around Kurt's slender shoulders.

The dream had awakened a long repressed desire within him. He'd held his feelings for Kurt close to him for years, making sure no one else would even guess that he had feelings for the younger boy. Puck was tired of keeping secrets and was determined to win Kurt over.

His impulsive side wanted nothing more than to run up to Kurt one day in the middle of lunch, confess his love for the smaller boy, and kiss him senseless. His more practical side, however, won, and he knew in order to convince Kurt his feelings were legitimate, he'd have to approach this task slowly and win Kurt over with his charm and overall personality. Puck knew he came across as a bad guy, but he could be a good guy too…at least that's what his mother told him. He was nothing like his father.

Sliding out of bed, Puck quietly headed to his bathroom, stopping to peek into Sarah's room. His little sister was curled into a small ball, arms wrapped around her stuffed unicorn, Sir Fluffles, which happened to be a birthday gift from Brittany and Santana. Puck smiled to himself and gently sat down next to her on the bed. He brushed her dark hair away from her face and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Sarah began to stir, slowly opening his eyes.

"Five more minutes?" she mumbled, adjusting her position so her head was in his lap, her arms still wrapped around her stuffed animal.

"It's time to get up munchkin, you need to get ready for school," Puck said, rubbing small circles across her back.

It took only a second for his words to register with the young girl, and before he could even process what was happening, Sarah had jumped up from the bed and began running around her room.

"OH MY GOSH, am I going to be late? Ms. Liballa said if we were late or didn't come to school today we couldn't sing in the concert!" Sarah paused in her rant, turning to give him a harsh glare. "How could you wake me up so late, Noah? You know this is like, the most important day of my life."

Puck waited calmly for her to finish and gave his sister a smirk.

"I thought you would like to sleep late, you know, get some extra shut eye before your big debut."

"NOAH, seriously you- Sarah stopped mid sentence, following the direction of her brother's eyes, which lead her to her bedside clock. The time read 7:30A.M…her class didn't start until 9:30.

She smacked him on the shoulder, trying to run away before he could retaliate. Sarah wasn't fast enough, and Puck grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her small frame and tickling her sides. Her screech was so loud, he let the girl go and covered his ears. Sarah, of course, was aware of the power of her voice, and was quite okay with causing her brother some ear pain any time he tried to tickle her.

Before Puck could comment on Sarah's freakishly high voice (that scarily reminded him of Rachel Berry's), his mother hurriedly rushed into the room, looking like she had run all the way up the stairs from her position in the kitchen.

"Sarah, sweetie…are you okay?" she stammered out in between breaths. Finally noticing that Puck was in the room, the older woman raised an eyebrow. "Why are you up so early Noah? It's only 7:35 that's an hour and a half earlier than usual."

Puck shrugged his shoulders, deciding to not tell his mom about Kurt. It was kind of embarrassing to ask his mother for advice on a dude, plus he wasn't sure how she would take the news of him being gay.

"I couldn't sleep," he lied smoothly.

He watched as his mom's face turned from confused to concerned. She quickly strode over to the jock, putting her hand on his forehead and cheek to check his temperature.

"Are you feeling all right? Do you think you're getting sick? Maybe you should stay home today," his mother questioned, placing her hands on her hips, a stance that indicated her concern.

Puck resisted rolling his eyes, placing his arm around his mom's shoulders.

"I'm just excited to learn today, mom. Nothing says fun like a full day of school, glee, and Sarah's concert."

Smirking at his mom, he turned to his sister to make sure she was ready on time for him to drive her to school, and left the room, leaving his mother one again in a state of confusion.

Kurt awoke the next day, anxious for what was to come. First he had to survive a day of school, a hard task in and of itself, then Glee, an afternoon learning about what made Noah Puckerman tick, followed by a chorus concert of a girl he'd met only once, who also happened to be the sibling of one of the biggest bullies in school. He briefly stopped his morning routine to wonder why he put himself in these situations.

When Sarah Puckerman had asked him to come to her concert, he just didn't have the heart to say no. Sure, it was kind of weird, especially since him and Puck weren't really friends, but Kurt had always wished he had a sibling to hang out with. In fact, he used to pray each night for a younger sister before he went to bed. Clearly, it never happened since his mother died when he was six, but he supposed it was nice growing up as an only child. Kurt was blessed to have a father who would do everything to give his son anything he could ever want, but he had to admit it was still kind of lonely.

The night before, he had burned the ugliest outfit he could find at the mall in their living room fire place. His father hadn't been home, so he was lucky not to have to answer any questions regarding his actions. Kurt figured today would be a "game changing performance" so to speak, a term he had overheard when his dad was watching a football game. The sacrificial burning had made him confident today would help push the bet in his favor, mostly because he was going to spend half the day with the jock.

After finishing getting ready, he sprayed a bit of his new American Eagle cologne on his neck. Kurt typically bought more expensive colognes, but the bottle had been a gift from Mercedes, who claimed it reminded her of him. Checking the time, he sighed, realizing his anxiety had caused him to get ready faster than usual. Kurt had thirty minutes to waste until he had to leave for school, so he decided to read a bit of the book he bought yesterday to give him some tips about how to act today.

Sitting down at his desk, Kurt laid the book down and opened it up to the first page. He began reading.

Chapter one:

The first step to most successful relationships is getting to know each other before dating. Studies have shown that couples who were friends before they started dating were forty seven percent more likely to stay together than couples who had begun dating after knowing each other less than a month. Getting to know what your future partner's likes and dislikes is important because it gives you things to discuss when you hang out. Finding things you have in common is even more valuable because it means that you two have activities or interests you can bond over.

For instance, you might absolutely hate the sport your guy is obsessed with. By showing some willingness to watch the game with him, or discuss the latest news about his favorite team (Wikipedia is the best weapon for such activities), your boo will see you're making an effort to do the things he likes. In return, if he's a good pick, he'll attempt to participate in an activity you like. Men find it irresistible when their partner takes interest in something they enjoy doing; in fact, most straight men complain their female partners won't even given their interests the time of day. And who knows, you may actually enjoy doing some of the things your partner does! And if you dislike most of the things he likes, don't worry too much about it. After all, opposites attract.

Kurt didn't have time to finish the first chapter before his phone started vibrating. He picked up the phone and read the text from Mercedes, letting him know that she was on her way to pick him up for school. Normally, Kurt drove his own vehicle, but his Navigator was getting the oil changed today at his dad's shop.

Before gathering his school books, Kurt tucked the advice book into the back of his desk drawer, attempting to keep it away from prying eyes. Mercedes loved going through his drawers for reasons unknown to him. He had to admit that the book had given him some good stuff to work with. And he was glad the first chapter's advice had fit perfectly with their Glee assignment.

A loud honk from outside let him known his best friend had arrived. He swung his Marc Jacobs bag over his shoulder, said goodbye to his dad as he walked out, and slid into the passenger seat of the diva's sky blue Honda Civic.

"Hey sweetie," he greeted her, leaning over to swap cheek kisses with her.

"Boy, you look extra fly today. Is there a special occasion I need to know about?"

Kurt had picked his outfit out with even more care than the day before. His dark blue skinny jeans were even tighter than yesterday's, not only accenting his perfectly round bottom but clinging to his thighs and calves to show off how toned he was from dancing. After much consideration, he decided on a dark green button down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes. He may have also added a tad of eye liner to make his eyes pop even more, but no one needed to know that in his opinion. His morning skincare routine took even longer than usual, but beauty was something that took time.

"I may or may not be going out to dinner with Puck tonight and then he may or may not be taking me to a concert," Kurt added smugly, deciding she didn't need to know the whole truth. He wanted her to sweat a little, thinking he was farther ahead in his seduction bet than really was. And in all honestly, the incredulous look on her face made it even more worthwhile to tell the little white lie.

"Well damn white boy, I'm starting to think you're more into this bet than I thought you would be. Are you finally getting over Finn?"

Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. No one could replace Finn in his mind. Yes Noah Puckerman was dead sexy, but Finn had a great personality to go with his looks. He was attractive, funny, loyal, kind, and every other good word Kurt could possibly think of. True, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but Kurt was a firm believer that there was more to a person than just one thing.

"Of course not 'Cedes. I am still deeply in love with Finn Hudson, and I don't think anything can change that," he replied evenly. "I'm just determined to get this over with as soon as possible so I can get to dressing you each morning."

Their conversation on the bet ended after Mercedes finished laughing at his declaration, and they discussed the latest celebrity gossip the rest of the way to school. Pulling swiftly into a parking spot, the two friends exited the car and bid goodbye to each other as they entered the school.

Kurt sauntered into Spanish class, heading for his new seat in the back of the classroom. He ignored Mr. Schuester's look of confusion, and pulled his book out upon sitting down. Kurt arrived before Puck, and decided on a whim to move his desk a bit closer to where the other boy would be sitting. He usually reserved such actions for worthier people, like Finn or Mercedes, but he figured sitting closer to the jock would allow for a possible conversation.

Kurt had to try his best not to let his jaw drop when the jock strode in right before the bell rang.

Puck was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans (not as tight as Kurt's of course, because no one could pull that look off besides himself), and a snug long sleeved green shirt. The pants fit perfectly, in Kurt's opinion, and showed off the jock's toned legs and butt, making Puck a delicious sight for anyone to look at. The shirt clung to Puck's biceps, chest, and abs, leaving very little up to the imagination. It looked like the Jewish boy had even shaved off the hair that was growing back on the top of his head. Kurt was shocked by this, and even though he thought Puck looked better with a shaved head, he knew just how much Puck had worshipped his mohawk.

The sound of Puck sitting down at the desk beside him caused Kurt to snap out of his thoughts. He refused to look over at the older boy and focused on his classmates instead. Many of the girls were still staring back at Puck, some with their mouths opened, while others whispered excitedly to their neighbors. Kurt noticed that even a few of the guys were ogling Puck, but he refused to admit to himself that this fact made him a bit jealous. After all, Puck was HIS future boyfriend, so they better back the eff off if they knew that was good for them.

Kurt wasn't very good at sharing.

Puck had taken so much time getting ready that morning that he had to speed in his truck to get Sarah to school on time. His mother had asked him before she left for work why he was running even later than usual if had gotten up early, but he just lied and said he was playing his Xbox.

In reality, he'd taken all the extra time to get ready, spending over twenty minutes in the shower (as opposed to his usual five minutes). He was well aware that Kurt liked clean shaven guys (just look at Finn, the kid didn't have a single hair on his body anywhere besides what was on his head and legs). Puck had gone as far as to shave his hair that had been growing back, deciding he wouldn't grow his mohawk back… just not yet at least.

He'd spent the most time trying to find something to wear. Puck dug through his entire closet, judging a combination of various outfits in his full length mirror before he found the one he wanted hanging in the back of the closet. His mom had said he'd outgrown the garments last year, but Puck, after much consideration, decided it would do for today. The shirt and pants were quite tight, a style he usually left to people like Kurt. Puck usually preferred clothes that were slightly baggy and extremely comfortable, but he was confident enough that he looked good in anything he chose. He remembered telling Finn once that he could wear a dress to school and people would still think he was cool… and hott.

Walking into school with Quinn, thankfully on time, Puck tried to ignore the people staring at him and attempted to locate Kurt within the crowd. He couldn't find the shorter boy, and figured he must be in class already. Feeling nervous about the day ahead, Puck procrastinated going to Spanish by walking Quinn to her first period. The blonde hadn't commented on this, but she gave him a hug when they parted ways, clearly sensing his distress.

He entered the class slowly, making it to his seat just as the final bell rang. Ignoring everyone else in the room, Puck glanced out of the corner of his eye to watch Kurt. The smaller boy looked slightly flustered, and was intently looking around the classroom at anywhere but him. Puck had to smirk to himself, mentally patting himself on the back for being such a stud.

However, his smugness was soon replaced with horror as Mr. Shuester turned the lights off and explained they were going to be watching a movie. Normally, he'd be stoked that his start to the day would involve doing nothing but filling out some lame worksheet, but he couldn't bear being this close to Kurt.

He was starting to feel like his life was turning into a cliché movie. Sarah had forced him to watch Twilight and New Moon with her one weekend when he was sick, and he now understood how Edward felt sitting next to Bella. Granted, he didn't want to eat Kurt or anything like that, but the smell of the smaller boy's cologne and just being so close to the boy (he swore Kurt's desk was closer to his than normal), was driving his hormones wild. He went as far as to lean away from Kurt, towards the opposite side of the desk, much like he'd seen Edward do in the biology lab scene.

Puck for the first time ever, tried his hardest to focus on the movie that was being played, and after much concentration, he was slowly starting to forget the boy next to him.

That was until the sound of a chair screeching on the tile distracted him from the movie. Kurt's desk was now pressed up against his, allowing both their knees to touch one another's.

"Kurt, is everything alright?" Mr. Schue asked.

"I can't see the subtitles," the smaller boy replied evenly, "so since there aren't any empty seats, I adjusted my desk so I could see it all."

"Good problem solving skills Kurt! Everyone else can take from Kurt's example, and move around as they need to."

Mr. Schuester's statement allowed his students to scoot their desks closer to their friends, who would use the light of the movie to pass notes while their teacher wasn't looking.

Puck could feel his heart beating faster as Kurt's cologne once again dominated his senses. He began feeling really warm, so he rolled his shirt sleeves up past his elbows. The jock also crossed his left leg over his right, successfully breaking the physical contact between the two. When Kurt casually moved his arm to write an answer down, Puck tried not to notice how nice it felt to have the boy's soft skin brush up against his arm. He thought of football plays to keep the images of last night's dream out of his mind, along with other previous and much dirtier dreams.

Thankfully, the movie didn't take up the whole class period, and soon enough the lights were turned on. Mr. Schue had agreed to spend the rest of the time going over the answers to the worksheet, but Puck noticed that Kurt didn't move his desk away from his.

Kurt hadn't even talked to him yet and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. Puck was starting to wonder when he started to act like such a chick and vowed to head to the school's gym to lift weights during lunch. He needed something to make himself feel manlier.

When the bell rang, Kurt moved his desk back to its original position, and gave him a small smile before he left the room. Puck was glad Kurt hadn't expected a response, because he couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone speak. Kurt Hummel had never smiled at him without some biting remark beforehand.

He was seriously starting to doubt he would be able to survive the day with his dignity intact, and it was only second period. Fuck.

A/N: Sorry there was such a long wait for an update. My charger broke, so I couldn't get on my laptop for a week. Next chapter is going to be uber eventful! Reviews will make me post it faster :)