Hey guys! its been a while since i updated this... but.. i'm not gunna lie.. supernatural was taking over my life! BUT... its all good... i've finished chapter 6... and chapter 7 will be online within the next couple of days for you as i've already got it planned and i can tell you now that it isn't going to be a hugely long one... anyway... if you have any ideas of different relationships between ANY characters that i can involve or even if you just want to tell me i'm doing a crap job.. that is what the review option is for... so please please PLEASE! read and review! reviews are just lovely and they brighten up my day and make it feel like people are actually reading my story! xx ENJOY!

It was the morning after the night before and Kurt was feeling it. He shouldn't of delayed his moisturising routine just to stay up late and text with Puck.. But he had done it anyway….and now he regretted it.. especially after Pucks last text.. which he had chosen to ignore.

As he walked to his locker to check his obvious lack of sleep hadn't affected his appearance in anyway…. Kurt opened his inbox and looked at the message again… Sweet dreams Kurt? Seriously? I should be saying that to you… after all you've had my full attention since we left school… you should be the one having sweet dreams…. Of Puckzilla.. But anyways.. Night Kurt.. Sleep well dude! Even now.. nearly twelve hours after he'd first read that text, his heart still fluttered slightly whenever he read it….. he knew it was stupid… and that Puck wasn't actually flirting.. and if he was.. there was nothing too it.. Puck flirted with everyone.. That was just the way he worked… there was nothing that could or would be done about it…. But Kurt just couldn't shake the thought of Pucks killer "guns" as he called them, out of his head…. it was a bad idea.. Kurt was falling for another jock which would ultimately end in tears…. yet again…

As he reached his locker he looked up from that text to see Mercedes standing there, waiting for him, as she did every morning… "Hey boo…" she said "sorry for ditching you last night…hope you didn't get too bored home alone." she finished with a concerned look.. Oh if only she really knew how he had spent his evening…..

"Morning Mercedes!" Kurt began.. With his usual quip and peck on the cheek "it was simply divine… Noah came over…" the look on Mercedes' face was a picture as she interrupted him.. "WHAT THE? You had Noah Puckerman in your house? WHY? Why didn't you tell me Kurt?"

"Relax 'cedes!, give me a second to get my books and I'll give you all the gossip while I powder my nose…" Kurt said as he picked his Spanish and Maths books out and shut his locker, turning back round to face Mercedes he was met with that oh so familiar feeling as a cold sugar filled red grape slushie was launched at him from the direction of the now laughing Karofsky and his other dumb jock friend whose name Kurt couldn't remember…

"Cedes…" Kurt whimpered….looking rather sorrowful as he turned to the jocks. "just WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU WORTHLESS NEADERTHOLS?" he ranted.. Mercedes moving him in the way of the nearest girls bathroom as he gave them one last piece of his mind.. "HAVE YOU NO IDEA? THIS IS THE NEW SEASON MARC JACOBS" as he pointed to his cream jacket, which was now a purpley-red colour as the slushy seeped its way down Kurts face and onto the fabric.

As Mercedes helped Kurt clean up before first class, he told her all about the night before and how he and Puck had managed to get along for a few hours without killing each other! He even showed her the texts that Puck had sent him, including the last one about Puckzilla… the latter she had squealed at, telling him it was obvious Puck had a boy crush… which Kurt, once he was done blushing, denied and said it was clearly just Puck being Puck, flirting as a way of getting through his day.

"and anyway 'Cedes, even if he was serious, there's no way I'm going to be stupid enough to fall for a jock again, just look at what happened with factuation with Finn…that didn't exactly end well" Kurt said as the two of them left the comfort of the girls bathroom and headed though the slowly thinning crowds towards Spanish

As they entered the classroom and made their way to their normal seats, Kurt was positive he caught Puck watching him out of the corner of his eye. It was only as he sat down and got his phone out for the mandatory quick message check that he noticed that he had a missed call, and a message… both of which were from Puck…. "Kurt, you alright, Karofsky just came round bragging 'bout slushying you, don't worry, me and Finn are gunna be on his case at lunch" Kurt looked at the time stamp on the message and saw that it has been sent just mere minutes after Mercedes had ushered him into the bathroom.. hmm he thought to himself as he tapped out a quick reply "I never knew Karofsky could walk so fast…." And with a smile, he slipped the phone back into bag, pulled out his Spanish books and prepared himself for another hour of Mr Shue attempting to make the class speak Spanish in, quite frankly, the most unimaginative ways ever possible.

As much as it pained him to say it, Puck knew Kurt had a nice smile. There was something about it that made you feel all warm inside…. No matter how gay it made him feel inside there really was no way he could deny it… Puck was definitely having the beginnings of a school girl crush.. for a dude.. and not any dude.. Kurt fucking Hummel… the schools resident fairy… which he meant in the nicest possible way… obviously.. He had realised the previous evening, whilst spending the time rehearsing with Kurt, that out of school he wasn't too bad. It was the Ice Queen look and acid tongue he used at school that made him seem that way. Puck slipped is phone sneakily out of his pocket, so as not to attract Mr. Shue's attention, read Kurts reply and practically choked on his own spit at what he was written. Turning slightly to smirk at the soprano, Puck tried to think of a witty response…. "well you'd be surprised how quickly he can move if someone goes near his stuff in the locker rooms!" he shot back before smiling to himself and attempting to repeat what Mr. Shue was trying to drill into them…

El coche es de color rojo… Puck repeated what everyone was saying, not that he actually understood what it meant. He never usually came to Spanish, today he was only there to check Karofsky hadn't hurt Kurt in anyway after their earlier encounter.

The rest of Spanish class passed uneventful, apart from the occasional sideways glance between Puck and Kurt…. which they probably thought no one saw… apart from Quinn, who was sat quietly in the corner curious as to what exactly was going on. It was confusing her to say the least, not even two days ago they had a mutual hatred for each other and now they kept smirking as if they had a secret they didn't want anyone else to know about… this was going to call for her to do some investigative work… and she was going to need to ask Mercedes for help, after all, she was the closest person in the school to Kurt.

As the bell sounded signally the end of Spanish, Kurt gathered his books, placed them gently into his bag, it was new season Gucci after all and headed to his next lesson, Maths. It was one of the few lessons that he didn't share with Puck and the realisation of this left him with a funny feeling in his stomach… "get a grip of yourself Kurt, he's straight, he's certainly not into you in that way" he muttered to himself, walking past Puck, who was, much to Kurts disgust, merely throwing his stuff into his tatty old backpack, out the door and off amongst the crowds in the hallway towards his Maths lesson.

Right.. there you go guys... that was chapter 6! any questions/opinions on where i should take it next... are all gratefully received! don't forget to hit that lovely welcoming little button at the bottom there... that's the one.. the one that says REVIEW! reviews are lovely! xx