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Note: The ending to this is a little ambiguous. Take it as you will.

Maybe a great magnet pulls

All souls to what's true

Or maybe it is life itself

That feeds wisdom to its youth

"Leave me alone, Puckerman," the countertenor snaps. "Don't you have something better to be doing other than making sexual remarks towards me?"

"Hmm, not really," the Mohawk-clad boy shrugs. "Besides, you're hot."

"And you're full of it," Kurt stands up. "Now, please leave. I must rehearse my solo for Sectionals now."

"Maybe I don't want to leave," Puck challenges him. "Maybe I want to watch you rehearse. Maybe I just want to stare at your ass some more."

"Get out," Kurt gestures towards the door. "Before I go Samurai on you."

Puck winces, having heard from Artie about Kurt's ninja sword skills. Still, he resists, boldly saying, "make me," his eyes narrowing.

"Okay," Kurt accepts the challenge, stepping forward. "Out you go." He attempts to push Puck out of his chair, but struggles, as the older boy is much larger than him. "You big jerk," Kurt says between shoves. "Come on, Puck, I don't have time to kid around."

"Ah, animosity. It must be love," Puck quips.

Kurt gives him a strange look. "You actually know what the word 'animosity' means and used it in a sentence correctly? I must be dreaming."

"I told you, I'm trying to impress Shelby," Puck says. "Why, do you doubt that I can actually make intelligent remarks?"

"May I just point out that you're trying to seduce your daughter's adopted mother?" Kurt hisses. "That's pretty twisted, even for you, the McKinley Stud."

"So you admit my studlyness!" Puck says in triumph. "Ah-ha!"

"Oh, shut up," Kurt rolls his eyes. "You admittedly are very attractive, but lest I remind you that I am a single man, and happily so?"

"Aw, come on, Kurt. You totally deserve a man, and a real man at that," Puck wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "I happen to be a real man."

Kurt shudders, but whether from disgust or desire, Puck cannot tell. "I did not need to know that about you, Puckerman."

"What? I saw you checking me out in the locker room when you used to be the kicker for the football team," Puck smirks. "Did you like what you saw?"

"I was not checking you out, Puckerman. Lest I remind you I had an unrequited crush on Finn at the time, and you were always around him? Not everything revolves around you, you know." Kurt taps his foot impatiently. "Now, I am going to give you sixty seconds to get out of this choir room." He checks his Armani watch. "Starting now."

"No," Puck says defiantly. "I want you to admit that you have the hots for me."

"I do not," Kurt says indignantly. "Thirty seconds."

"Do too," Puck insists.

"Never," Kurt scoffs. "Twenty seconds."

"Admit it," Puck says in a sing-song voice.

"No," Kurt stamps his foot. "Ten seconds…nine…eight…seven…six…five…" Puck stands up and begins to approach him. "Four…three…two…" Puck is now standing directly in front of him.

"One," he whispers, leaning down to kiss Kurt square on the lips. Kurt tries to shout in protest at first, muffled noises trying to escape him, but after a moment, he melts into the kiss, remarking to himself that Puck tasted vaguely of cinnamon. He moans softly against Puck's rough lips, wrapping his arms around the older boy, drawing him closer, much to Puck's surprise. Finally, Puck pulls away, and Kurt whimpers. "Admit it," Puck says.

"Fine," Kurt's eyes are wide and pale. "Fine, I'll admit it. I, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, am attracted to you, Noah 'Puck' Puckerman."

"That's just what I thought," Puck smiles in satisfaction. "Good boy."

"I am not a dog," Kurt makes a face. "And it's not my fault I've had a sex dream about you." He claps his mouth in horror at what he has just admitted.

"Well then," Puck raises his eyebrows. "Even the guys want me. I am the Stud of McKinley."

"Why the hell did you kiss me?" Kurt is still dumb-struck by Puck's actions.

"You know that scale thing? That Kinsey thing with the gay/straight/bi deal?" Puck tries to remember what he's read on the Web.

"As a gay man I am well aware of the Kinsey scale," Kurt says, folding his arms. "What does that have to do with you kissing me randomly?"

Puck shrugs. "'cause I wanted to."

"That's it?" Kurt practically explodes, throwing his arms in the air. "Just 'cause you wanted to'? That's why you kissed me?"

"Aw, hell, Kurt. You know you liked it," Puck reasons. "And maybe it could have possibly been because I just might have feelings for you."

"Oh lovely," Kurt mutters. "The man-whore wants me."

"Offensive," Puck hangs his head. "My heart is shattering."

"Whatever, Puck, I have to practice that solo," Kurt pushes past him and swiftly walks out the door. Puck sighs heavily and leans against the piano, shaking his head. His phone blips with a text, and he opens the screen to look.

Kurt: My house, half an hr?

The Jewish teen smiles to himself before sending his reply, and exits the choir room.

Up next: Sam/Mercedes