The rest of the school day passed quickly for Kurt, thankfully.

Spanish class had been the only eventful part of his day. He decided to sit by Puck again in the back of the classroom but realized his new seat prevented him from seeing the front of the room. Frustrated because he couldn't read the translation of the movie Mr. Schuester had turned on, he managed to capitalize on this dilemma by taking quite a bit of a risk.

Scooting his desk even closer to Puck's, he positioned himself so that he was "accidently" allowing their knees to touch one another. The muscular jock hadn't flinched away or called him a fag, but he had slowly moved his knee away from Kurt's, making his left leg cross over his right.

Kurt had to keep from smirking at the image in his peripheral vision. He'd never thought he'd see the day when Noah Puckerman would cross his legs like a refined gentleman. Maybe there was more to the boy than he thought… or maybe he just really didn't want to touch Kurt. But Kurt, being the somewhat vain diva that he is, doubted this, because why wouldn't anyone want to touch someone as fabulous as himself? It was just too bizarre to even think of.

Kurt left his 7th period and headed to Glee with an extra bounce in his step. He never thought he'd say this, but he was kind of excited to hang out with Puck. There was no way in Prada he'd rather hang out with Puck instead of Finn, but seeing as how him and Finn were kind of in a weird spot right now due to the whole-sharing-a-room fiasco, Kurt was pretty sure he wouldn't be spending any one on one time with the goofy quarterback anytime soon. Sigh. He'd just have to settle with second best, for now at least.

Just as he turned down the hallway leading to the choir room, he stopped dead in his tracks, shocked at the scene in front of him.

Karofsky was standing in front of Puck, whose arms were being held by Azimio and some jock Kurt didn't know. Karofsky's two cronies each had a leg wrapped around Puck's ankle, rendering him completely immobile. From his current location, Kurt could see the bruise already forming around Puck's eye but was glad to see that Karofsky had a pretty deep cut on his lip.

Kurt watched in horror as Karofsky pulled his fist back and punched Puck square in the jaw, and then followed with a swift kick right in his stomach. Puck fell silently to his knees, scrunching his face up in pain but amazingly not making a sound. Karofsky laughed and said something to Puck that Kurt couldn't hear.

Kurt, knowing his presence wouldn't do anything to help Puck, pulled out his cell phone and quickly typed a short message to Finn, telling him to come out of the choir room because he was in trouble and to bring Mr. Schuester.

Finn, bless him, appeared less than thirty seconds later with Mr. Schuester right behind him. The three bullies, hearing the choir door open from the opposite end of the hallway, quickly fled the scene, Karofsky bumping into Kurt's shoulder roughly as they passed.

Kurt moved carefully towards Puck, who still hadn't gotten up yet. The older jock was sitting on the ground, leaning against the locker with his legs stretched out in front of him. He was slowly rubbing circles on his stomach, eyes still shut.

"Puck, you alright man?" Finn asked, concern evident in his voice.

Puck opened his eyes, giving his former best friend a tight smile.

"Yeah dude, I'm good. Just give me a second."

Finn nodded his head in understanding, but before he could reply, Puck thanked him for showing up when he did.

"Anytime bro," Finn returned Puck's smile, turning around to head back toward the choir room.

Mr. Schuester lingered behind, clearly not convinced that his rebellious pupil was okay.

"Puck, I insist you go see the nurse before coming back to Glee. You could have-"

"Yeah Mr. Schue, I'll get right on that" Puck interjected from his position on the ground.

Just as Mr. Schuester was about to reply, Kurt decided to butt in.

"I'll make sure he gets to the nurse, Mr. Schue," Kurt quietly interjected, refusing to look down at Puck as he spoke.

"Oh, hey Kurt, I didn't see you there," their teacher replied, not hiding how surprised he was by Kurt's offer. "Alright then, I'll see you two in Glee when you're all done."

Kurt watched Mr. Schuester walk back down the hall before he turned to Puck, offering him his hand to help him up.

The taller boy glared up at his hand but wordlessly accepted the offer nonetheless. After tugging Puck to his feet (Kurt would have to admit that Puck did most of the work…he may be strong despite his small stature, but there was no way in Gucci he could lift Puck all on his own), Kurt turned his back on the jock to take a short drink out of the nearby water fountain in an attempt to give the jock a second to recover.

Just as he was about to turn around and inform Puck that they should head to the nurses office, a loud sound made him jump.

Spinning on his heel, Kurt immediately understood where the noise had come from; Puck punching the nearest locker as hard as he could. Rolling his eyes at the unnecessary display of violence, Kurt strode over to where Puck was currently standing. The jock was leaning against the locker, face scrunched in obvious anger and pain, with his left hand bleeding profusely at his side.

Kurt tentatively grabbed a hold of Puck's injured hand and attempted to assess the damage. The taller boy tensed but didn't pull away, and Kurt was able to determine that Puck had split four of his knuckles open.

"I'm not going to the nurse, Hummel" Puck grunted out, still letting Kurt examine his hand. "It's nothing a band aid can't fix."

"And tell me, Puck, do you happen to have a band aid on you?" Kurt bit back.

Smirking at Puck's lack of response, Kurt took a minute to decide his plan of action. It would help him gain Puck's trust if he went against Mr. Schue's orders and didn't take him to the nurse. But now that the boy had stupidly gone and punched the locker, there was no way they could walk back into Glee with him in the current state.

"Of course you don't. But luckily for you, I do." Mentally patting himself on the back for coming up with a genius plan in a short amount of time, Kurt let go of Puck's bloody hand and sauntered off towards the nearest bathroom.

Upon hearing the other boy's footsteps following him, Kurt smiled to himself. Some extra one on one time was a much needed bonus to his day, even considering the unpleasant circumstances.

Arriving at his destination, Kurt paused in front of the two doors. Resolutely making up his mind, Kurt entered the girl's bathroom, holding the door open for Puck. This time, however, the jock didn't follow him.

Mentally sighing, Kurt turned around to glare at Puck.

"Are you just going to stand out there and bleed to death?"

Puck matched Kurt's glare perfectly.

"I'm not going in the girl's bathroom, Hummel. I have a dick ya know." Puck argued, crossing his arms over his chest, letting his injured hand rest on the top of his arm.

"That's nice. The girl's bathroom is more sanitary and smells nicer, so unless you want to get a staph infection in that hand, I'm sure you can suck it up just this once," Kurt retorted, turning to glance back into the bathroom, "Besides, there's no one in here."

Grumbling under his breath, Puck entered the bathroom and stopped in front of the sink. He washed the blood off his hand, accepting a paper towel from Kurt to scrub the dried blood off his skin.

Kurt rummaged in his bag for his "Necessities Kit." The small box was something he never left home without. It contained important items like eyeliner, concealer, band aids, Neosporin, buttons, a sewing needle, some thread, nail clippers, and an eyebrow tweezer.

Pulling the box of band aids out, Kurt stood up. What he saw almost made him drop the box onto the floor.

Puck had been clearly analyzing the damage Karofsky and his goons had done to his body and had pulled up his shirt to see what kind of shape his stomach was in.

And for Kurt, Puck's stomach was in the most amazing shape he had ever seen, despite the tint of blue forming around his abs, indicating a large bruise was soon to form. Kurt ignored that, however, and instead focused on how tan the boy's stomach was and the way his abs flexed as he breathed in.

"Like what you see, Hummel"?

Kurt started in surprise at Puck's words and prayed he wasn't beginning to blush.

"Not really, no." Kurt noticed Puck's raised eyebrow and added, "I'm not into guys with freakishly large muscles."

Kurt mentally berated himself for letting that slip as he watched Puck frown. Sure it was a total lie and he just didn't want Puck to think he was drooling over him (which he so was), but it didn't do well for his chances on the bet if Puck was under the impression Kurt wasn't attracted to him.

Sighing, Kurt tried to rectify his mistake.

"I suppose yours are all right though."

Before the bet, Kurt never would have let Puck indulge in such an ego boost. In his opinion, the football player was too full of himself already. But through many issues of Cosmo magazine, Kurt knew that an occasional compliment was a good way to get a guy to be more open.

Ignoring Puck's huge smirk, Kurt placed the box of band aids on the counter and carefully peeled off the paper towel Puck had wrapped his hand in. The cuts weren't too deep on his knuckles but they were still bleeding a little bit.

"Hold your hand still and I'll put the band aids on," Kurt instructed, opening four band aids and leaving them face down on the counter.

Kurt gently placed each band aid onto the four cuts, Puck wincing each time. When he was done, Kurt held Puck's hand and lightly ran his finger over each band aid, making sure they clung neatly to Puck's skin.

As Kurt looked up, he was caught off guard by the intense look on Puck's face. It wasn't one of anger or disgust, but a more positive emotion Kurt couldn't place his finger on.

Lust perhaps?

The sound of a door opening caused Kurt to quickly drop Puck's hand as he spun around to see who had just walked in.

Tina had entered the bathroom, with Mercedes and Quinn right behind her.

"I told you he'd be in here," Tina remarked to the other girls, as Mercedes silently eyed the two boys.

"Puck are you alright?" Quinn asked, approaching Puck, "Finn told us Karofsky got to you-"

She gasped as she noticed the dark bruises starting to form on his face upon closer inspection. Kurt noticed how Puck pulled his shirt even father down with his good hand and let his injured hand fall behind his back out of the girls' sight.

"Your mom's going to kill you, ya know. We both told you to stop fighting," she finished, standing with her hand on her hip. Kurt mentally applauded the "diva no nonsense" stance. He had taught her so well.

"She won't even notice," Puck turned to look in the mirror once more, moving his head in all directions to assess the damage, "It's definitely not that bad."

"Uh, they got you pretty good, white boy. Your mom would have to be blind not to notice," Mercedes helpfully added, Tina nodding behind her.

"God Damnit, I'm so fucked," Puck yelled, kicking the trashcan in frustration. "I just finished being grounded, and those stupid fuckers are going to get me put back on punishment."

"Why'd they hit you anyways?" Tina quietly asked, scooting closer to Mercedes in case the muscular boy lashed out at her.

"No reason," Puck mumbled, though Kurt did notice the jock had shot him a sideways glance.

Interesting, Kurt thought, as he packed away his emergency kit. He'd file that observation away for later to analyze when he had more time to think.

Just as he was about to close the kit, Kurt was struck with a sudden inspiration on how to fix Puck's problem.

Noah Puckerman's day had gone from totally amazing to absolute shit after Spanish class ended. He'd forgotten to bring his English essay to class in his haste to get to school and had thus received a zero. Ditching lunch to go to the workout room had been a total disaster, as the hockey team members were currently occupying every piece of equipment. Bastards.

To top it all off, Karofsky and his goons had ambushed him on his way to Glee, leaving a few nice bruises on his perfect face.

He'd been walking to Glee, minding his own damn business, when the three bullies had exited an empty classroom he was about to pass.

"On your way to sing and dance with Homo Explosion, Puckerman?" Karofsky taunted. "I always knew you were a fag."

"You would know all about being gay, wouldn't you Karofsky? Everyone knows hockey players like playing with other people's sticks," Puck bit back, not missing a beat.

"Don't make me barf, Puck. So tell me, which one are you banging?"

Karofsky moved away from his lackeys, stopping just a foot away from Puck's face.

"Is it your homeboy Finn? You two don't seem so close anymore; maybe he realized you're not as good in the sack as you say you are?"

The hockey player started walking, circling Puck as he spoke.

Puck clenched his fist as he listened to Karofsky's words, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how he could get out of this one. He was a total stud, but three against one was unlikely to go in his favor.

"Or perhaps you're doing Chang?" Karofsky paused, as if to consider his next words, "No, that can't be it. He seems like he'd have much better taste than the likes of you."

Puck took a deep breath. He had to calm himself down before he did something stupid.

"No, I got it. You're fucking that little queer, Hummel aren't you?"

Karofsky paused in front of Puck so they were eye to eye.

"Tell me, Puck," he purred, "What does the little fag sound like when you bend him over? Does he scream your name, or does he scream Hudson's because he knows you're as close as he'll ever get to Wonder Boy?"

So much for regaining his self control, Puck thought sarcastically, as his fist connected with Karofsky's face. The hockey player must have been expecting this, as his left fist slammed into Puck's eye.

The fight had gone as Puck had expected. The two jocks who had remained silent through Karofsky's taunting had pinned him to the locker as their leader hit him in the jaw and stomach.

Somehow Finn and Mr. Schuester had decided to leave the choir room at just the right time and his tormentors had fled down the hall. He'd been mortified when Kurt had come out of the shadows, offering to take him to the nurse. Puck had punched the locker in frustration, ashamed that Kurt had seen him in such a weak position. He was a bad ass for Christ sakes; he should have been able to handle Karofsky on his own without having to be "saved" by what he guessed was Kurt's doing.

So now Puck found himself in the girl's bathroom (another knock down on his manliness) being bandaged up by Kurt who was tenderly holding his hand as he pushed down on the bandages to make sure they were going to stick to his skin.

Puck had seen the way Kurt was checking out his body when he lifted up his shirt and hadn't been able to resist teasing the smaller boy about it. He'd been somewhat upset when Kurt had told him he wasn't into guys with "freakishly large muscles" because there was no way Kurt couldn't find his guns attractive. Everyone worshipped them, even the straight dudes he worked out with. His mind had immediately pictured Finn, who was toned but mostly flat, whereas Puck's muscles were obvious even if he was standing still. Just as he was contemplating a temporary stoppage in working out, he heard Kurt mumble that his were "All right," which made Puck brighten completely. He'd just have to convince Kurt that muscles weren't overrated.

He was jerked out of his thoughts when Kurt looked up at him, his tongue jetting out to lick his bottom lip. Puck felt his entire body darken with desire at the unconscious gesture he'd seen Kurt do many times when he was unsure of what to do.

"Kiss him, kiss him you fool," his mind screamed at him, but his body refused to move.

Puck had wanted to scream at Tina, Mercedes, and Quinn as they entered the bathroom for breaking their connection.

Quinn made him realize that going home tonight with his face all bruised up was not likely to go over well with his mom. He'd just gotten done with his last punishment (he may have dragged his car key over his mom's ex boyfriends Corvette a few times, but whatever) and now he was going to get grounded for getting into another fight. He couldn't help it if he had a temper. His mom should be the one getting grounded, because he definitely inherited her fiery personality.

"Is Glee already over?" Kurt asked Mercedes, looking up from putting his things back into his bag. Puck briefly wondered if Kurt carried condoms in his little kit. The boy seemed like he'd be prepared for anything. He was tempted to peak into the kit to see what else was in there; the dirtier part of his mind (aka 95% of it) was convinced Kurt had handcuffs in there as well.

"Yeah, Mr. Schuester ended it early. Said he had some personal business to handle or something."

The girls all laughed, causing Puck to share a confused look with Kurt.

"We're fairly certain Ms. Pillsbury is back from her vacation," Quinn cleared up, which led the two boys to smile. Mr. Schue was so in love with their guidance counselor, but apparently his students and Coach Tanaka were the only ones who noticed.

"Puck, may I borrow your truck today, please? I need to go to the mall and get some new maternity clothes before the concert." Puck hesitated. He hated letting anyone drive his baby, but Quinn stuck her lip out in a little pout, which she undoubtedly learned from Sarah.

"Fine, but just be really careful. And make sure you don't take turns to sharply. Give her a minute to warm up, she hates the cold-"

He was cut off by Quinn giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, as she stuck her hand in his pocket and pulled his keys out.

"Thank you, I'll text you when I get home. Have fun with Kurt," Quinn smiled, turning to look at the small soprano. "Don't believe half the stuff he tells you Kurt, he likes to make up stories. I know the truth, so we can just compare stories tomorrow over some frozen yogurt?"

At Puck's indignant expression, the others in the room laughed.

"You think you know, but you have no idea, Quinny. Kurt Hummel is going to get the unrated story of thee Noah 'Puck' Puckerman," Puck exclaimed, flexing his arms as he spoke.

Quinn snorted, placing her arm around Kurt's slender hip.

"He's a giant nerd, he snores, and he secretly likes to cook and clean. That all you really need to know." Quinn gave Kurt a short hug, and began leaving the bathroom with Tina right behind her, ignoring Puck's glare.

"That's not true and you know it Q! You just wait until I tell all your dirty little secrets to Tina, then we'll see who's laughing then," he shouted at her retreating back.

"Call me when you get home, babe?" Mercedes asked Kurt, giving him a hug goodbye.

"Of course 'Cedes," Kurt answered, exchanging cheek kisses with his best friend. Puck wished he could be the diva right now. He'd do anything to have Kurt's lips on his skin.

The two were left in an awkward silence as Mercedes left the room. Puck watched Kurt fix his hair in the mirror, unsure of what exactly they were going to do next.

"So uh, where are we going to eat?" Puck asked, unable to stand the silence any longer.

"We are going to fix your face before we do anything else," was Kurt's only response.

Puck rolled his eyes. There was no way they were going to get rid of his huge bruises in a couple of hours. He'd just have to accept that he'd be showing up to his sister's concert looking like a "punk" as his mother would undoubtedly call him and accept his punishment as it came.

"Let me guess, you have some magic bruise remover in that little kit of yours that you got from Mrs. Weasley?" Puck joked, laughing to himself at Kurt's shocked expression.

The soprano turned to him, mouth still open in awe.

"You read Harry Potter?"

Puck shrugged.

"Once or twice," Puck felt a bit offended at the way Kurt raised his eyebrow, "I can read ya know!"

"I take it you've seen the movies as well?" Kurt inquired, turning back to fix his make up in the mirror.

"Yeah my sister made me watch them all once. I prefer books over to their movie adaptations usually, but the movies were pretty kick ass." Kurt nodded his head in agreement.

Satisfied with his reflection, which Puck always thought looked perfect no matter what situation they were in, Kurt picked his bag up off the floor.

"Ready?" Kurt headed to the door, once again holding it open for Puck.

"I still want to know where we're going and what you expect to do to my face."

"You'll see," Kurt replied mysteriously, as the two walked side by side down the empty hall.

They passed the spot where Karofsky and he fought, and Puck was tempted to begin plotting his revenge on the hockey player. But he knew he had to wait, for this was his time to get Kurt to fall for him.

Kurt led Puck to his car, a huge Navigator that was spotlessly clean. Puck stopped in admiration of the vehicle. It was definitely not a car he'd expect Kurt to drive but was pleasantly surprised about it. Puck's uncle had promised him a Navigator when he turned sixteen, but then had gone bankrupt when the stock market fell.

"Nice ride," he complimented, sliding into the plush seat.

"Thanks. My dad wouldn't get me a convertible, so we settled on this baby for my Sweet Sixteen."

Kurt turned on the radio, and Puck listened as the shorter boy sang along as they drove to God only knows where. He silently prayed Kurt wasn't taking him to some weird plastic surgeon or something.

By the time they pulled into Walgreens, Puck was thoroughly confused. Kurt wasn't planning to buy him an eye patch or something, was he? He was pretty damn sexy, but he wasn't too sure if he could make an eye patch look cool… unless he had a matching pirate costume to go with it. It was only November, but Puck was certain he had next year's Halloween costume planned out. He would make a hott pirate that was for sure. Now all he needed was some booty to go with his costume. He checked out Kurt from behind as they entered the store; yep that booty would do well with his costume.

Lost in his thoughts, Puck followed Kurt without paying attention to where they were going. Taking a second to gather his surroundings, he mentally kicked himself for not realizing this was coming.

"Hell no, Kurt, I am NOT wearing makeup." He crossed his arms in defiance, pulling himself up to his full height to stare down the shorter boy.

Kurt, however, was unaffected by his macho stance and just snorted in reply.

Pulling an item from the shelf, Kurt held the offensive item up next to his face, muttering things under his breath that Puck couldn't understand.

"Yes, this one will suffice," Kurt said louder, as he made his way to the checkout counter.

"Are you deaf? I'm not putting that goop on my face."

Kurt turned around so fast, Puck almost ran into him.

"And why is that?"

Puck paused, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't offend Kurt. Of course, he was the kind of person who always said what was on their mind, no matter what the cost.

"Because I'm not a chick, that's why."

"I wear makeup, so are you saying I'm a girl?" Kurt argued, scrunching his eyebrows together.

Shit.

"Uh, no, whatever you do with your face is your own business. I don't want that stuff on my face, my skin is too perfect," Puck mumbled, looking down at the ground as he spoke.

"Yeah, because those bruises make your skin look so divine, right?"

"It'll clog my pores," Puck threw out, using a phrase he heard Quinn say one time when he suggested the Cheerios should paint their faces for a football game.

He watched Kurt smile in triumph.

"It's medicated; it'll only help your skin. Besides, it'll hide your bruises and no one will even know you have makeup on. I'm an artist when it comes to makeovers."

"God Damnit, fine you win. But I'm picking where we're going to eat." Puck crossed his arms tighter and silently followed Kurt to the register. He was becoming such a pussy lately. First he'd gotten his ass kicked today by three inferiors, and now he was wearing makeup to cover evidence of said ass kicking. What the fuck was wrong with him.

Kurt paid for the item and led Puck back to his car. After opening the product, Kurt turned to face him while holding some fluffy white circular thing in his hand.

"I'm going to use this pad," Kurt indicated the white thing in his hand, "and spread the concealer on your face. Close your eyes and don't move, and it'll be over before you know it."

"Can't we wait until right before the concert?" Puck looked wildly around, trying to find something to stall the offensive material from going on his face. "Plus that way it'll be fresh!" Puck exclaimed, after seeing a sign for fresh subs.

Kurt paused, obviously thinking over Puck's statement.

"Nah, we can just reapply it. I'm not going to be seen in public with you looking like that anyways."

Puck pulled down the visor, flipping open the mirror to check his face out again. He wouldn't admit it, but he could tell his bruises were darkening.

"It's kind of embarrassing, anyways, walking around with someone who got their ass kicked," Kurt added, smirking.

Puck glared but closed his eyes nonetheless.

"If you tell anyone about this Hummel, I swear it'll be the last thing you ever do."

He tried not to breathe in Kurt's scent as the boy moved closer to apply the gunk to his face.

Kurt quickly, but gently, moved the pad over his face, murmuring encouraging words as he did so.

"See, all done," Kurt exclaimed, flipping down the visor mirror once more for Puck to examine. The bruise was completely covered, and he secretly admired how smooth and flawless his skin looked.

"Once again, if you tell anyone about this, not only will I kill you, but I'll make sure you they bury you in the clothes the old homeless guy by the lake always wears."

Puck laughed loudly at the offended expression on Kurt's face. He was just too cute.

"I won't tell anyone, scouts honor." Kurt added a mock salute to his statement.

"You were a boy scout? Puck questioned, trying to picture a little fashionable Kurt camping in a tent in the middle of the woods. He just couldn't do it.

"For about a week," he answered, turning on his car. "That is, until they handed out the uniforms. Light brown just really isn't my color. Now, where to, Mr. Puckerman?"

Puck gave him directions, ensuring him they weren't going to Breadsticks ("Way too many carbs for meals so small! Plus Brittany said she found a mouse in her dinner once.")

They arrived at a small diner, hidden behind a group of trees. The restaurant was painted in calming light blues and greens, decorated to look like a little place you would find in a forest. The fountains in the middle of the restaurant provided a relaxing sound, supplemented by the hymns playing over the sound system.

The two boys sat in a corner booth and waited for a waitress to take their order.

"This is nice, Puck," Kurt complimented, opening the menu to find something he wanted to eat.

"My mom used to take me here after I had a bad day. It has the best food in all of Lima-"

A tall, blonde waitress in her fifties came over to their table before he could finish.

"Noah Puckerman, is that you?" the waitress exclaimed, leaning down to give him a hug.

"Hey, Judy, this is my friend Kurt," he smiled, indicating Kurt sitting across from him.

Judy eyed Kurt, before smiling warmly at him.

"I'm glad you finally found a friend who has a refined sense of taste, instead of those obnoxious meatheads you used to hang out with."

Kurt beamed at her words.

"It's nice to meet you miss," Kurt greeted.

"Oh please, just call me Judy. All that miss and misses stuff makes me feel old. Now what can I get for my favorite customer today?"

The two placed their orders (hamburger and fries for Puck, with a large chocolate milkshake, and a Cesar salad with grilled chicken and water for Kurt) and began to work on their Glee assignment.

Puck decided to ask Kurt questions first.

"Full name?" Puck began.

"Kurt James Hummel," he answered, taking a sip of the water Judy had just brought over.

"Likes?"

"Uh, I don't know, I like a lot of things," Kurt replied, honestly. "Fashion, musicals, dancing, long walks on the beach, stars, and otters."

"Otters?" Puck remarked, laughing, "That's really random."

"I saw this trainer at a zoo once taunting an otter. He would hold the fish close to the otter's mouth, and then pull it away as the animal tried to grab it. Eventually the otter got pissed off and bit the guy's hand, causing him to get fifteen stitches. I've been a huge fan of otters ever since," Kurt explained.

Before Puck could comment on Kurt's story, Judy brought their food over to their table. The two boys thanked her and ate their meals in silence.

Kurt finished first (he was definitely a faster eater than Puck would have expected) and was currently eyeing Puck's fries. Puck decided to be nice and pushed his plate of fries towards Kurt. He wasn't usually one to share food, even with his little sister, but Kurt was a different story. The smaller boy could do with a few extra calories in his opinion.

"Thanks." Kurt heartily dug into the plate of fries as Puck finished his rather large hamburger.

"So, when did you start going by the name 'Puck'?" Kurt asked in between his bites of fries.

"In seventh grade, there was another kid in my class named Noah. My teacher would always mix us up, even though we totally didn't look alike. I decided I'd rather go by another name then be confused with someone as weird as that kid. You can't really get a nickname from 'Noah' and 'Puckerman' was just too long, so Finn ironically enough came up with Puck."

Kurt nodded his head in understanding.

"I think I'm going to start calling you 'Noah' now," Kurt supplied, "Puck just sounds ridiculous."

"You can call me whatever you want."

Puck mentally beat himself at how lame he sounded. The other boy just smirked in his direction, no doubt thinking of all the names he would call Puck if he wanted to.

"Do you have any nicknames, Kurt?"

"Besides fag and queer, no not really," Kurt admitted truthfully.

Puck hung his head in shame, realizing he'd been one of the bullies who had called Kurt those types of names so often in high school.

"Well, I'll have to just find one that works for you," Puck declared, as he reached for one of the fries.

Their fingers brushed together, causing an electric shock to pass through both of the boys.

"Um what kind of things do you like?" Kurt questioned in an attempt to move past the awkwardness.

"I like pancakes, football, playing my guitar, destroying dweebs on Xbox Live," he paused, considering his next words.

"And I like you."

A/N: A nice long chapter since I took longer than anticipated to update!

I'd appreciate knowing what you guys think so far. Also, if you haven't already, check out my other Puck/Kurt story, "Don't Tell Me What to Do" that is currently in progress.

Hope everyone's been enjoying the World Cup! Brazil is the only team left that I want to win :)

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