Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or "Good Enough".

Note: Another one of my favorite chapters to write, not going to lie. This song just reeks of Kurt Hummel. Well, for this story, anyway, or if you wanted to get really technical about it, it could relate to him and Blaine on the show. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this one. Review, oh, and let me know what you think about the Person Who Kurt is In Love With.

Kurt wandered into the auditorium after Glee one day, feeling quite numb. He stared at the black piano, somehow being drawn into it like a moth to a flame. He looked around to make sure they'd all gone home, and, not seeing anyone around, sat down carefully at the edge of the piano bench. He skimmed his fingers lightly over the keys. He hadn't played much in weeks, in months, in almost a year. The last time he could remember playing the piano was when he'd had to sing a ballad with Finn. He ran a few scales, suddenly loving the way the keys felt under his fingers, loving the beautiful and familiar sound they made. He looked around again, and, upon seeing that he was alone, made himself more comfortable on the piano bench. He took a breath, and then started to play.

Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
Crave my heart, and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you

Under his spell again, under his spell again. Kurt was under his spell again, and he didn't want to get out. Kurt loved him, just loved him, and he couldn't stop. He couldn't say no to this boy even if he was being tortured on the rack. He just couldn't say no to him, even if his heart was bleeding in this boy's hands. This, as disturbing as an image as it may seem, Kurt couldn't think of anything he'd want more in that moment.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel...

He tortured Kurt oh so sweetly. Kurt knew that this boy was straight. His list of hookups with girls was enough to make a nun blush. But Kurt couldn't help but to fall for his charms, for his utter good looks and for his being. He couldn't let go of the dream that one day this boy would be his, only his, never to lie with a woman again. Kurt couldn't breathe, just couldn't breathe when he was around this boy, but yet…

Good enough
I feel good enough for you

Did he really? Did Kurt really feel good enough for him? Sometimes, no, he did not. Actually, most times, Kurt felt so inferior that he could never be good enough for this boy, this beautiful boy. But sometimes, just sometimes, he actually felt good enough for the boy. Kurt felt good enough for him.

Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind
I can't say no to you

I've completely lost myself, Kurt thought. I've completely, utterly, totally lost myself. And you know what? I don't mind. I don't mind at all. Is that twisted or what? I've lost myself in this boy. I've lost myself in the loss of my best friend. I've lost myself in the loss of my mother. I've lost myself in the flames. And I don't mind. I really don't care that I've let myself get so lost.

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
Can't believe that I feel...

I really shouldn't let him conquer me completely. But yet, I am. He's conquering me completely, every bit of me. I can't help but to stare as he walks by. I can't help but to feel my heart flutter, to feel my knees go weak. Yet, I do. Yet, I love him. Yet, I want to be conquered by him. I actually want him to take over me, to fill me up and rip me apart again. I can't let go of this, either. I truly can't.

Good enough
I feel good enough
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good

Noah Puckerman strode by the auditorium on his way out of the school. His locker had jammed after Glee, and after ten minutes of tugging, he'd gotten it open. As he walked on by, he heard the stains of soft piano music and somebody singing. He pressed his ear to the closed door to get a better listen. He recognized at once the light soprano voice; it was Kurt. Puck didn't recognize the song, though. He was intrigued by it. He enjoyed the lilting harmonies of the piano mixed with Kurt's beautiful voice.

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough
Am I good enough for you to love me too?

Am I good enough for him to love me, too? No, Kurt thought. Not at all. I'm not good enough for myself, let alone anyone else. As RuPaul says, if I can't love myself, how in the hell am I gonna love somebody else? So then, I'm still waiting for the rain to fall. Waiting for it to fall and pour life down on me. I can't hold onto anything this good. Puck, from the other side of the door, twisted his face in concern. Why was Kurt singing this? Good enough for who to love him? Good enough for who?

So take care what you ask of me
'cause I can't say no…

Kurt let his fingers fall off the keys gently and looked up at last, staring into the wings. The door flew to the auditorium opened slowly, and Kurt jumped.

"Puck! Don't scare me like that," Kurt chided.

"Sorry, dude. I was walkin' on by on my way out of here and I heard you playing. You're real good, you know?"

"Why, thank you, Puckerman," Kurt said in pleasant surprise.

"Um, you have a really good voice," Puck said, putting his hands in his pockets and striding up to the stage.

"Uh, you too," Kurt softly replied, heart hammering as Puck approached him.

"No, really, dude. Your voice is like, amazing."

Kurt blushed. "Thank you," he whispered, looking down. Puck ascended the steps to the stage, walking over to the piano.

"So what was that song, anyway?" He asked.

"Good Enough, by Evanescence," Kurt said, daring to look at Puck.

"It's nice," Puck said, leaning on the piano.

"Yeah," Kurt replied, looking down at his lap.

"How are you holding up, little dude?"

"How are YOU 'holding' up, DUDE?" Kurt answered sarcastically.

"What do you mean?" Puck slid onto the piano bench alongside Kurt.

"You actually DATED Mercedes. So OBVIOUSLY you had some sort of connection to her or something."

Puck felt stung by the sudden memory of his brief fling with Mercedes. "Yeah, I, uh, I guess I did," he said, running a hand over his Mohawk.

"So don't you miss her?"

"Of course I miss her," Puck shot back. "What do you think I am, an emotionless zombie?"

"Well, yes," Kurt said. "I've only seen you cry once, and that's when your baby was born."

Puck looked stung again. He hadn't seen his and Quinn's daughter since the day they'd left the hospital, left her in the care of Shelby Cochran, Rachel's biological mother. "I have emotions, too, you know," he said quietly.

"Oh yeah?" Kurt retorted. "Then why don't you be a man and show them sometimes?"

"Kurt, chill," Puck held a hand up. It was the first time in their conversation that he'd actually addressed Kurt by his actual name, and Kurt looked taken aback by it. He still slapped on his patented ice bitch face and stood up angrily.

"No, Noah, I won't 'chill'," he said, raising his voice a little as he made air quotes. "I won't 'chill' because I'm in love with someone who won't ever love me back and that I have no chance in hell with!"

"God, Kurt, get OVER Finn already! He's your freaking STEPBROTHER !"

"This isn't about FINN," Kurt yelled. "GOD, Puck. I'm fucking in love with YOU, God-fucking-damnit!"

Puck looked shocked. "You're in love with me?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

"YES," Kurt exploded. "I moved on from Finn to YOU, Noah Puckerman, and you won't give me the fucking TIME OF DAY. You won't even fucking refer to me by my real NAME! It's always 'dude' or 'man' or some SHIT like that!"

"Me?" Puck asked again, taken by surprise by all of Kurt's swearing.

"You're so dense, Puck," Kurt said, knocking the vase of flowers off the top of the piano. The vase clattered to the floor, but did not break.

"Kurt, take it easy," Puck begged.

That did it. "No!" He screamed, picking up the vase and chucking it at Puck. It instead hit the floor at Puck's feet, shattering into a thousand pieces, just like Kurt's heart. Kurt stood there shaking, locking eyes with a stunned Puck for a moment before taking off and running like the wind towards the door.

"Kurt, wait!" Puck called after him. But it was too late. Kurt was already gone, so far gone. "Kurt," Puck whispered. He put his head in his hands, silent tears coming to his eyes. He hit the keyboard in rage at himself for the tears, for hurting this fragile boy. He had already destroyed Quinn's life, and he had maybe just destroyed Kurt's. Two people in love with him, and two people hurt forever by him.

Kurt ran and ran, tears streaming down his face. He got to his car and sat inside, shaking. He put his head on the steering wheel, letting the horn blast, letting it drown out the alternating sounds of his crying and his screaming.

The flames were building up inside him, and Kurt felt good enough for them.