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A/N: I sooooooo didn't expect for this chapter to turn into a NC-17. But I guess Kurt and Puck just reeeeeeally wanted some alone time!

Love Lies Bleeding - Chapter 6 - Life Effect
Sorry, but I've got to go
The birth was quick but the death was slow
There was so much I didn't now
And so we disconnect
The room goes quiet around us
It's called the life effect
Will it always surround us

Kurt woke up to the sensation of fingers sliding through his hair. He blinked his eyes open and tried to see in the darkness of the room but all he could make out was someone sitting on the edge of the couch stroking his hair. It felt familiar and he instantly knew who that someone was.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice still groggy from the sleep.

"I thought this was for the glee club."

Kurt sighed and pulled himself up into a sitting position. "Why did you hit Finn?"

Puck's hand, that was now cupping his cheek, stilled. Kurt slid his fingers around Puck's wrist to keep his hand into place. "Puck?"

"I wanted to hit him. Why do you care?"

Puck's words sounded accusing and Kurt frowned in confusion. However, before he could ask anything, Puck freed his hand and turned away.

"I just got here, it's barely eleven and they're all already asleep. Bunch of sissies."

Kurt rolled his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "I'm happy you're here," he said quietly after a moment, becoming serious again.

"Hey, free booze, how could I stay away?"

"Right." Sighing heavily, Kurt shook his head. "Why did you sing that song at glee? You've been avoiding me so I never asked and..."

"I wasn't avoiding you. You, on the other hand, were always with Berry or Hudson."

Kurt didn't miss the hate put into saying Finn's name. Frowning, he asked, "Ok, what the hell happened with Finn?"

Puck didn't answer and after a few minutes, Kurt gave in to the desire of touching the boy he loved because after all, he knew that they didn't talk about feelings. They never brought them up and if they did, it was always a slip. So asking about the song Puck had sang in Glee was useless, and Kurt knew that, he just couldn't stop himself from asking. Maybe they should have talked about Kurt being jealous of Santana, or Puck hitting Finn out of the blue, or Kurt falling in love with Puck and Puck pulling away, but talking wasn't them.

He reached out, slid his hand along Puck's neck and kneeled behind Puck until he had one thigh resting on either side of his lover's waist. Then he slid his arms around Puck's neck and then down, until he was hugging Puck's back. He rested his forehead against the back of Puck's neck and took a deep breath of his scent.

"I miss you," he said, quietly, his words a breath that caressed the heated skin of his lover.

Abruptly, Puck turned around, his hands sliding under Kurt's thighs to grip him strongly, to push Kurt up against his body until Kurt had his legs wrapped around Puck's waist. His hands slid under Kurt's t-shirt and Kurt felt the touch set his soul on fire.

He attacked his mouth pulling Puck in for a bruising kiss. His arms wound around his lover's neck, tightening their hold. He pulled back, gasping for air, "Can't go downstairs."

Puck bit Kurt's lower lip before asking, "Your dad home?"

Shaking his head, he replied, "Fishing trip."

Puck's hands squeezed Kurt's ass and he moaned loudly, uncaring of his friends sleeping down in his room.

"Ok."

Kurt knew that in any other occasion he would have told Puck to put him down and to go out so they could go fuck in one of their cars, but he was missing Puck, his kisses, his touch on his skin, the sliding of their bodies together, and his hormones were driving him mad so he didn't stop to think that he was going to have sex with his secret-lover in his father's bedroom because he was feeling like time was running out and he had to hold onto that moment, on Puck kissing down his neck, sucking his skin into a mark, his hands gripping tightly his waist while he tried to get them to Burt's bedroom.

He wanted to feel Puck's hands trembling against his skin, the desperation the boy he loved was feeling to have him and Kurt really didn't care about anything else.

Once they reached Burt's bedroom that Kurt had pointed to vaguely without pulling his mouth away from Puck's collarbone, Puck kicked the door shut and pushed Kurt up against it.

Puck's hands tightened around Kurt's hips as he pushed him up against the door hearing Kurt whimpering half in pain and half in lust. He squeezed his eyes shut when Kurt's fingers dug into his shoulders. If he was a different type of guy, Puck could have said that every kiss, every touch, every breath tasted like good bye, but he was Puck the badass so he shut down his emotions, grabbed Kurt's ass to ensure that he wouldn't fall when he stepped back from the door and turned around, pushing him down on the bed.

Then, he took the lube and condom from the pocket of his jacket, tossed them down on the bed and slid off his jacket and kicked away his shoes before kneeling on the bed between Kurt's spread legs.

"You look like a slut," he said, chuckling. "Never thought I'd get you to fuck on..."

Kurt pushed himself up and grabbed Puck's face between his hands and kissed him to cut him off. He didn't want to get laid by the stupid jackass, he wanted his Puck, the one that at least for the length of the sex would care for him. He pulled back after a few moments and whispered, "Be gentle."

Neither one of them did anything for long moments, and then Kurt felt Puck's hand on his waist, sliding under his t-shirt to help him slid it off. Then he let Kurt unbutton his shirt slowly, while he hooked his thumbs into Kurt's sweatpants' waistband. Kurt slid his shirt off of his shoulders and then he started kissing Puck again while with his hands he unbuttoned Puck's jeans and slid down the zip slowly. He heard Puck moaning in his mouth and he felt himself harden even more. When he felt Puck's arms sliding around his waist, Kurt let Puck push him down on the bed until he was lying on his back. Puck slid down his jeans and then pushed Kurt's sweatpants off of him before spreading himself on top of his lover.

His mouth started laving kisses down Kurt's neck and then down, across his chest. He bit on Kurt's nipples and felt himself growing impossibly hard when Kurt's fingers slid through the short hair of his mohawk grazing at the skin with his nails. He spread Kurt's legs and settled between them, leaving a trail of hot kisses along his inner thigh; the air would cool his saliva making Kurt shiver and moan.

When Puck's tongue licked the head of Kurt's cock, Kurt bit down hard on his lower lip because part of his brain was still lucid enough to remember that he couldn't scream like he normally would do when they were alone since their friends were in his basement.

Puck's fingers kneaded Kurt's thighs while his mouth closed around the tip of Kurt's cock and started sucking. He reached blindly for the lube he had tossed somewhere on the bed while his eyes fixed on Kurt's face. For a moment, he wondered if Finn was able of melting Kurt like this and the jealousy that surged inside him made him squeeze Kurt's thighs and suck harder.

"No-Noah," Kurt moaned, his voice husky from the pleasure.

And Puck told himself to be happy to have Kurt in this moment, writhing underneath him thinking only about him. When he had sang at Glee Club, he had only did it because he was feeling as if his emotions could overwhelm him because he was feeling so much when it was never supposed to mean anything. He had just felt the need to let some of those feelings out in the open so he could breath again.

He had no intention of coming out and he was glad that he hadn't done it because now that Kurt was carrying Finn's child, he would have looked like a fool if people would have known about him and Kurt. There were times when he wanted to tell Kurt that he mattered, but those were the times when he'd be cold towards Kurt and instead go looking for Santana because that was easier than having to stop and try to figure out what he was starting to feel.

He felt Kurt's nails scratch at the back of his head and he focused back on what he was doing. Opening the lube, he coated his fingers and started circling Kurt's opening. He heard Kurt's moans getting louder and he pushed his index finger inside feeling Kurt relax and accept him.

He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding a second one.

"Noah, need you..." Kurt moaned starting to writhe more under Puck's touch.

Puck inserted a third finger and then swallowed Kurt's dick to the hilt. Kurt arched against him, and he came with a loud moan that Puck wondered how the guys downstairs could not hear. He pulled his fingers out and used the back of his hand to wipe away the cum that had overflown from his lips. Then he stretched over Kurt and brought their mouths together in a languid kiss that felt like passion and love more than lust and sex.

Kurt slid his arms under Puck's and trailed his fingers down his lover's back. "Noah," he said huskily when they broke apart to breath. His eyes found Puck's and he looked deep into those hazel eyes for long moments before Puck blinked and looked away, reaching for the condom.

Kurt was still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm in his body but he wanted more, he wanted Puck inside him. So he let Puck pull back enough to slide on the condom and then Kurt felt Puck's hands sliding under his legs to guide them around his waist before Puck started to guide himself inside Kurt.

Kurt moaned when the head of Puck's dick slid inside him and he used his feet to push Puck forward while he pulled one hand away from Puck's back and reached for Puck's hand to entwine their fingers. He let his eyes open, focused on Puck's face but Puck had his eyes closed and the hand Kurt was holding squeezed his tightly. Then, Puck thrust all the way in and Kurt squeezed him. Puck's mouth dropped open in a silent moan and Kurt lifted his head up and kissed him. Puck jolted and he started moving again. He pulled out until only the head of his dick was inside and then drove forward.

Kurt arched underneath him, throwing his head back and exposing his neck to the assault of Puck's mouth. His fingers dug into Puck's back and he started pushing down to meet Puck's thrusts.

Puck's hands slid down Kurt's sides and when they reached his waist, they gripped hard so when Puck pulled himself back to sit on his heels, Kurt went with him. The new position made Puck go in deeper and Kurt couldn't help the loud moan that escaped him. He put his hands on Puck's shoulders to steady himself before he started pushing up and down on Puck's dick.

Puck slid one arm around Kurt's waist to pull him flush against him and used the hand still gripping Kurt's hip to guide his thrusts. Starting to go harder and faster with each thrust, it didn't take them long to get close to the edge. Puck let go of Kurt's hip and started to jerk him off in time with his thrusts. Then, Kurt came and squeezed the orgasm out of Puck.

They stood sitting in the center of the bed for a few moments, their foreheads resting together and their breaths mingled. They'd had passionate sex, but this time it had felt different. Kurt was feeling connected to Puck and Puck was feeling that same sensation that would make him run away starting to spread inside, like he was feeling too much too soon.

"I don't think I can feel my legs anymore," Kurt said before chuckling softly. He stole a chaste kiss from Puck before pulling back slowly and Puck went down with him still inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut, slid his arms around Puck's neck and kept him there, prolonging their connection.

Finally Puck pulled out, throwing the condom on the floor before lying down next to Kurt. He laid there quietly for a while, just staring up at the ceiling. He felt Kurt's fingers slid through his and taking his hand to put it on his belly. He didn't know why Kurt did it, but it was enough to break whatever spell had been over them while they were having sex. He pulled his hand away, angrily and with venom, he asked, "So, got yourself knocked up, didn't you?"

Kurt's eyes widened and the bliss from his orgasm disappeared so fast that it felt like it wasn't even there in the first place. "W-What?"

"You heard me. I said, you got yourself knocked up." Puck sneered crudely. "I hope Hudson was a good lay at least."

It took Kurt a moment to catch up on what Puck had said. He turned on his side and looked at Puck even though the boy was staring up at the ceiling. "What?"

"Are you having trouble understanding English, Hummel? Well, I did fuck you thoroughly."

"How can you said that, Puck?"

"You always had your pathetic little crush on him. I wonder what finally convinced him of banging you." Then, Puck finally turned around to look at Kurt, but his eyes were cold and his voice derisory. "I bet you're happy now," Puck hissed, scooting closer so he could talk right in Kurt's ear. "You finally got what you wanted didn't you? I bet you're making plans with Hudson about your perfect family. And to think that you used to tell me that you weren't fucking around." He laughed again and the sound tore at Kurt's heart.

"Stop," Kurt said, his voice broken and unsteady. He turned around so he could look into Puck's eyes. "Stop," he repeated. "I won't let you talk like that. And I..." he trailed off and sighed trying to keep his tears in check.

Having people at school thinking that if Finn was being gentle with him could only be because he knocked him up, was awful enough, but to think that Puck would actually believe those rumors and be so cruel to him, was making him hurt more than anything else.

He looked away from Puck and asked, "That's why you hit, Finn, isn't it? You believed those stupid rumors and..."

"I saw you in the bathroom that day," he cut Kurt off. "After you left class because you were feeling sick, I went looking for you and I found you talking with Hudson about your precious baby."

"No matter what you may think you saw or heard, this kid is not Finn's. And if you don't believe that I'm carrying your son, then why are you even here? Why do you think I owe you an explanation? And what right did you have to hit Finn?"

Puck told himself that he had got that Kurt was pregnant that really wasn't a surprise, but hearing Kurt saying it, made it different. He froze for a moment without even thinking about Kurt denying Finn's paternity. Then, just because he wanted Kurt hurting as much as he was hurting in that moment, he said, "Maybe it's not Hudson's. Maybe you don't even know who the father is."

Kurt sat up and clenched the sheets in his hands to stop himself from hitting the other boy. "Why are you saying these things?"

Puck didn't answer, instead, he just laid there staring at Kurt's back. He felt the hurt in Kurt's words but couldn't stop himself.

"What is your fucking problem? I never slept with anyone but you and you know that, dammit!" He tried to calm himself down because one thing was getting worked up because of the sex, and another thing was getting agitated because of a fight. "If I got myself knocked up, it was because of you." He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he bit on his lower lip to stop himself from letting out a sob.

"Sorry, I'm not buying it." Puck's voice was cold and made something inside Kurt froze.

"I don't wish this baby was Finn's, because that would mean wishing for this baby to be different from who he is, but it would be easier if he was Finn's. I wouldn't have to tell my kid that his father thought I was a slut and he wasn't his. I didn't tell you, because you made it clear that you didn't want anything to do with me beside sex. And don't worry about your precious reputation. You can rest assured that I won't go around telling people that the kid is yours."

Kurt got out of the bed; his back turned to Puck while his arms wounded around his waist.

"You can go and forget all about me." When he spoke, he actually managed to sound detached and he was happy about it. "You always said it was all about sex so yeah maybe I'm lying and I slept with a bunch of guys or maybe I only ever slept with you, but it doesn't matter now. There's really no need for you to stick around since I got myself knocked up and won't put out for you anymore." He grabbed his pants and slid them on.

"What if I wanted to see the kid?" And Puck really didn't know why he was asking because he knew what he had seen in that bathroom and whether Kurt admitted that the kid was Finn's or not, he wasn't going to believe otherwise.

Kurt laughed humorlessly. "You don't even think it's yours. Now, get the hell out of here and leave us alone." He started walking towards the bathroom managing not to break down until he reached it. He barely managed to reach the toilet before he was puking.

He felt the door of the bedroom slumming shut signaling that Puck had probably left and he just sat there with his forehead against his knees unable to even cry. He didn't know how long later it was when he heard someone knocking on the door. It sounded distant so whoever it was, was probably knocking on the bedroom's door and not on the bathroom's.

"Kurt? Kurt it's me, Rachel. Are you sleeping?" The knocking started again. "I saw Puck leaving. Are you ok?"

Getting to his feet felt like a burden to Kurt, but he managed to get up and walk to the door. He pulled it open just a crack because he didn't want Rachel to see the state the bed was in and figure out that he had just had sex on his father's bed. He cleared his throat before speaking, but considering how comically Rachel's eyes widened, he didn't look too good. "I'm ok."

"Kurt..." She shook her head and pushed open the door. Kurt thought about pushing her away, but he was tired, so he moved aside, let her inside and then closed the door again. She glanced at the bed but didn't say anything and Kurt was actually surprised.

"What are you doing up here?"

"Everyone's sleeping but I went to the kitchen to get some water and saw Puck leaving." She glanced back at the bed once again. "I take it that you didn't talk much."

Kurt gave a bitter laugh. "Oh we did talk. He called me a slut that sleeps around. Said that he didn't believe the kid was his, he thinks it's Finn's and then took that back and said that I probably don't even know who's the father."

"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry." She walked up to him and made a move to hug him but Kurt stepped back and held up his hands.

"I'm covered in saliva, sweat and cum. I hope you don't mind if I don't let you hug me."

Rachel nodded and sighed again. "I guess we better change the sheets." She frowned and her lips curved into that grimace of anger she used to wear so often a while back. "I can't believe he'd say something like that and about you and his best friend."

"The other day I was sick and Finn came looking for me in the bathroom. We started talking about the baby and then Finn asked me to touch my belly. Puck was outside and saw everything. I just..." he shook his head. "I just thought he'd ask me about it before jumping to conclusions, but I guess now it doesn't matter anymore."

"So it's over?"

Kurt shrugged and turned away, picking his t-shirt from the floor and sliding it on. Then he stopped for a moment remembering the condom. He kneeled on the floor and looked under the bed. He sighed and with a grimace on his face, reached out and picked it up. "I can't throw this away in here." With his free hand, he got the sheets off of the bed and hid the condom inside to dispose of it once he had put the sheets in the dumpster. "I just needed a little push in the right direction," he answered to Rachel.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were wrong with not wanting to tell him, Kurt."

"Doesn't matter, Rachel." He picked clean sheets from the wardrobe and started making the bed. "I'm happy my father only has white sheets. It makes this easier."

"Never thought Kurt Hummel would have sex with his clandestine lover on his father's bed," Rachel said, laughing, trying to lighten the mood but Kurt didn't smile and she started to get worried. "Are you sure you're ok, Kurt? I guess it's something stupid to ask, but..."

"I'm ok, thanks. I knew I wasn't going to get a family with the boy I loved." He shrugged. "I guess you could say this was a wake up call."

Silently, Rachel walked to the other side of the bed and helped Kurt finish changing the sheets.

"So, is everybody sleeping on the floor?"

"Yeah. We were drinking and playing when we started falling asleep."

"Why aren't you drunk?" Kurt asked her suddenly.

Rachel shrugged. "I didn't want to pass out like everyone else in case you needed anything."

Kurt smiled, it was a little smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I never thought I'd say this, but you're being a great friend, Rachel, thank you."

She beamed at him before walking over and hugging him despite Kurt's earlier words about cum, sweat and saliva. "I'm glad you're letting me be there. So," she pulled back clapping her hands, "we can watch a movie or if you're tired, we can go back down in your room and get some sleep. No one touched your bed."

"Glad to know that. I don't think I could actually sleep now, so would you mind keeping me company?"

"Not at all."

Kurt disposed of the dirty sheets and the condom and then they went down in the living room. Kurt settled down on the couch again and let Rachel chose the movie. Then she sat down next to him and they started to silently watch the screen. It wasn't a lot later when Rachel felt Kurt's head leaning on her shoulder and she didn't say anything. She bit down on her lower lip worriedly and had to stop herself from going over at Puck's to try and get some sense in that mohawked head of his.

The next day, when everybody else woke up, Rachel and Kurt were making breakfast so no one had any clue of what had happened during the night even though they could all see that Kurt looked even more sadder than he did before the sleepover started.

While they were having breakfast, Burt came back home and the glee club members left after a while. Kurt could feel Sam's eyes linger on him while they all ate breakfast and he stopped himself from meeting that gaze fearing what he could find in those blue eyes. Kurt waved goodbye every one of his friend but couldn't help but feel nervous when Sam stopped for a moment on the door looking at him like he wanted to say something. In the end, Sam sighed and shook his head and murmured a distracted, "See you at school," before leaving and Kurt was relieved.

"So, did you have fun?" Burt asked Kurt while he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Not so much. They were all drinking and eating junk food, not exactly something I could do. I watched a movie with Rachel."

"At least you weren't alone."

"Yeah. I'm going to go grab a shower, ok?"

Burt watched him go worriedly.

*GLEE*

Monday at school was hard. Wherever Kurt went, people would point at him and he could hear people talking in hushed tones. He was on his way to French when someone grabbed his arm. He felt instant fear running up his arm when the grip tightened his hold. He looked up and found Karofsky.

"What's up, homo? Got a bun in the oven?"

Kurt tried to free his arm from the jock's grasp but it was useless. He knew that he was about to be shoved into the lockers and he couldn't let that happen. "Don't do anything stupid, Karofsky."

"Like what? Shove you in the lockers? I think that there's a dumpster with your name on it. Now I'm going to..."

Before Karofsky could finish his sentence, he was grabbed by the back of his letterman jacket and yanked back. "Stay away, Karofsky."

Kurt's eyes widened when he saw Puck pushing Karofsky away.

"What's up with you? What do you care?"

"You know what? If you push Kurt and he looses his baby, you go to jail. Do you want to go there and get your dream of being someone's bitch come true?"

Karofsky looked challenging at Puck for a few moments trying to decide if what he was saying was true or not. Finally, he held his hands up in surrender. "I'm going to check and if I don't risk getting in jail, I'm going to come back and beat you both." Then he turned around spitting one last rude homophobic comment at them before leaving.

Kurt looked at Puck and honestly didn't know what to say. Ever since Puck had joined glee, he had stopped torturing Kurt even though he had now started again for reasons Kurt still didn't know. But even when Puck left him alone, he still never did anything to ensure Kurt's safety and he thought that that was never going to happen.

In the end, he managed to say a weak, "Thank you."

Puck looked at him without saying anything. He just stood there staring right at Kurt and Kurt wanted almost to believe that things between them could change but then Puck said, "It was a one time thing. You better keep Hudson glued to your side." Then he turned around and started walking down the halls.

Kurt closed his eyes and leaned against the lockers. It was getting so much harder to keep going and he felt himself on the verge of giving up, just going home, curling under his covers and never leave that safe haven.

When the bell rang, he made himself go to class even though it was the last thing he wanted.

*GLEE*

Kurt's steps echoed through the empty halls. Glee practice wasn't that day and everyone had already gone home. The young soprano had stayed at school because he was tutoring a freshman in French and after a pit stop to the bathroom because his bladder was practically non-existent, he was now on his way to the parking lot.

He had managed to convince Finn to go over at Rachel's so they could have some alone time and Mercedes wasn't at school that day, so he had been without his bodyguards for the last couple of hours but football practice wasn't on so he was pretty sure that he was safe or at least, he hadn't let himself freak out yet.

While he was walking by the choir room, a soft voice caught his attention. He neared the door and looked inside, finding Sam sitting on a stool quietly playing his guitar with his back turned to the door. Without making a sound, Kurt leaned against the wall and listened to him sing.

Baby I just don't get it
Do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt
You don't believe his stories
You know that they're all lies
Bad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know why

If I was your man
Never worry 'bout
I'd be coming home
Every night, doin' you right.

Baby you're a star.

You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you.

Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts
You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame
Don't even know what you're worth
Everywhere you go they stop and stare
Cause you're bad and it shows
From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know.

You deserve better boy
We should be together boy
With me and you it's whatever boy, hey!
So can we make this thing ours?

Let me love you that's all you need baby...

Sam blew the last chord and slapped his hand on the sound hole. "Damn it," he swore under his breath.

"I loved it," Kurt said quietly. He gulped and took a few steps towards the quarterback stopping when he noticed Sam's back stiffening. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come inside but..." he sighed. "It was good."

Sam put the guitar down and turned around. His blue eyes locked with Kurt's blue-green ones while he desperately tried not to let his emotions show. He didn't say anything but took a step toward the soprano.

"So, huh," Kurt looked around nervously and cleared his throat a little. "Who are you planning to sing that to?"

"He just heard it."

The words hang in the air filling the silence of the room. Kurt's eyes widened a little. "Why..."

"I see how you look at Puck." Sam turned his back to him and walked back over to his guitar to put it back in its case. He sighed a little. "I guess the baby it's his." This time he glanced over his shoulder and looked straight at Kurt daring him to lie about it.

Kurt lowered his head and crossed his hands above his stomach. "Yes." His voice was barely a whisper.

Sam turned around then, and stalked up to Kurt. "Why would you go to bed with someone like that? I..." the blond shook his head. "Is he going to help you raise the baby?"

Kurt shook his head and when his eyes locked once again with the other boy's, they were watery. "He doesn't believe it's his and we've never told anyone that we were having sex and I can't oblige him to help me because if the school knew that he knocked me up, they would never leave him alone and..." a sob cut his words off and Sam did the only thing he could think of and put his arms around Kurt pulling him up against his body.

Kurt hugged him back tightly, his hands fisting the hoodie of the blond jock. He buried his face in the crook of his neck and felt Sam's arms tighten around him. He was always so sad lately, that the littlest thing could make him burst into tears.

"Shh, I've got you." Sam voice was soothing and soft and barely audible, but it still managed to cut through Kurt's sobs and comfort him. "I won't tell anyone."

"Than-thank you."

"But you have to let me help you, ok?"

Kurt pulled away a little and looked confused into Sam's clear blue eyes. In the end, with a frown, he asked, "How could you help me?"

"I will protect you, walk you to class, be sure that you and junior are safe. I have some classes with you when Finn doesn't so I can help you when he can't." He pushed a fallen lock behind Kurt's ear and smiled at him.

"I can't let you do that." Kurt disentangled himself from the quarterback's arms and took a step backwards. "I've already dragged Finn along and they think the baby is his. If I let you help me, they're going to think that it's yours and..."

"Let them think whatever they want."

"I can't do this to yourself. Finn is doing it because our parents are together but you don't have any reasons to help me like this."

"Kurt..." he reached out and his right hand closed around the brunette's cheek.

"That song," Kurt glanced away for a moment. "You..."

"I love you," Sam whispered, quietly, remorsefully.

Kurt lowered his eyes, wishing for a moment that he could return the sentiment, that he could feel what he felt for Noah, for Sam, for someone that actually cared about him... that loved him... but he had fallen in love with Puck long before Sam got in the picture and he couldn't simply talk himself into loving one boy instead of another. "I can't do that to you, Sam. It'd be like hell because I can't..." he trailed off for a moment, taking a deep breath and a step back. "I can't love you back."

"I know. That was what that song was about." Taking one step closer, Sam closed the little space left between them and framed Kurt's face with his calloused hands. "And because you won't let me love you, let me help you, please. You're not asking me anything, I'm offering." His eyes slid down over the boy's slightly parted lips. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat knowing that he could never taste those lips, explore that mouth, say "I love you" and hear it back. The hurt he felt in that moment, was almost unbearable. He forced himself to raise his gaze locking his eyes with Kurt's. He tried to smile a little, "I won't take no as an answer."

"Sam, I..."

"Just say yes? Please?"

Kurt studied Sam for long moments. Sam was looking at him with honesty and he could see how strong the feelings Sam had for him were. "I guess I'll owe you one for the rest of my life, then." His voice was weak and unsteady but he felt the hands cupping his cheeks squeezing for a moment and let himself bask in the new feeling of having someone loving him.

Sam bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from closing the gap between them and kiss the boy standing so close to him. "Thank you," he finally whispered. And all he wanted in that moment, was a kiss he knew he'd never get.

*GLEE*

Puck was frustrated. Wherever he looked, he saw Kurt with Finn or with Sam. He wanted to yell at them to leave him alone because Kurt was his and his alone, but those feelings were irrational and he had kissed goodbye his chance of being with Kurt that night of the sleepover a week before.

He was on his way to Glee when he spotted Mercedes and Finn walking together. Kurt wasn't in sight so he was probably with Sam or with Rachel because lately, Kurt never went anywhere alone and Puck got that. The jocks were out for blood and he was pretty sure that the pregnancy wouldn't be enough to stop them even though Karofsky now knew that Puck had been right about jail if they killed Kurt's baby.

It wasn't like he was spying on them because he was walking down the hall and he wasn't hiding behind anything and if Mercedes and Finn didn't want people to hear them, then they should have choose another place to talk.

"I'm worried about him," Finn said.

Mercedes sighed heavily and nodded. "Yeah, so am I. He looks depressed and I think it has something to do with the baby's dad."

"He doesn't even want to tell me who the guy is and maybe he's right because I could beat that asshole for treating him like that."

"The only thing he told me, was that they weren't together, that it was just sex and that the boy is in the closet and he'd never out anyone in this town."

Puck froze in his tracks and didn't hear anything else. Now he knew that the kid wasn't Finn's and maybe he was still right and Kurt was sleeping with someone else, but now he was feeling the fear of having lost something more important than he had figured out. Something was telling him that he should have listened to Kurt when he had said that the baby was his and not Finn's or anyone else's for that matter.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes feeling the worst he had ever felt before in his life.

A/N: I wanted to wait before posting this, but I won't be able to update for a while because of school so yeah I thought to leave you with the new chapter right away. I'm so frigging nervous about this because you amazing people that are reading and reviewing this story (THANK YOU SO MUCH BY THE WAY) weren't expecting this, but I wrote this story just to get to this scene between Kurt and Puck so I had to write this like that but don't worry because there's always light at the end of the tunnel it's just that I don't know, Puck thought the kid was Finn's so he couldn't just trust Kurt but he's going to regret it, he's already regretting it and I do hope you will enjoy this chapter even thoug it's probably not what you were expecting!