Title: Quibblo Glee Love Story

Author: Rose's_Turn10 :{D

Pairing: Puck + OC

Chapter: (6/14)

Rating: T

Feedback: A lot of it please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but I do own this story! Me not a theft! ^=^

AN- On to the next one! O-on to the next one! :}D This was originally posted on another site, that's why the chapters are short.

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Today is a new day and even though I still don't have no idea what's going on with Puck and me. Today I walked passed him while walking to 3rd period, gosh he looked so hot. Anyway, he said "Sup". I just kept walking to my class when all of a sudden I feel something pull me back into the janitors closet. It was Brittney and Santana. Santana had me pinned to the wall, "Listen up" she said "I know something's up with you and Puck so spill." I didn't know what to do. I can't tell her about yesterday. It will upset Puck. I just said, "Wait, you mean he's gay? I don't understand, I thought he was straight. He did go out with you, right?" Both Santana and Brittney looked confounded and upset. Santana finally let me go from her death grip. "I'm watching you", she said as I opened the door and ran to third. To tell you the truth. Santana scares me. She looks like a huge pissed off bird! Geometry is my third period. Most of Glee club are in this class. Our teacher never teaches us. She just assigns us work. She looks like a huge pissed off bird! Geometry is my third period. Most of Glee club are in this class. Our teacher never teaches us. She just assigns work.

I had been working on the assignments (yes, I do my work) when I got a text from someone I didn't know. It said:

Are you my replacement?

I pushed reply and texted back:

No, who are you?

Tension grew as I waited for the unknown texter to reply. My phone vibrated and I looked at the message.

It's Kurt. I've been told that you're the new gay kid at McKinley. And by what I've been told, you don't sound like it. I've told Finn to take you to my house tonight. I just want to see how they would think you're my replacement.

I hit reply again.

Okay, I tell Fin about it so he won't forget.

I told Finn and he said he would wait for me after school. I never thought that Kurt's house would be so modern looking. I was half-expecting white tigers on the lawn and a huge water fountain. This was sort of awkward. Finn and I got to the front door and once it opened, a man who appeared to be in his fifties wearing a baseball cap was sitting on the couch.

I didn't want to be rude so I asked:

"Are you Kurt Hummel?"

The man looked like he was about to crack up and tear my face off at the same time.

"What? No, I'm his father. Burt Hummel." He stood up and took out his hand.

"Pleased to meet you sir", I causally shook his hand nice and firmly, "I'm a friend of Finn. I was hoping to see Kurt since everybody says I'm his replacement."

A pale, small boy walked down the stairs and had a confused reaction as his eyes scanned me. He just stood back and said:

"You've got to be kidding me."

I frowned and looked at what I was wearing. Nothing seemed to be wrong so I just said:

"What's wrong?"

Kurt was almost dying, laughing silently.

"You don't have the slightest resemblance to me." Kurt chuckled and then sighed, " This is just, spectacular!"

"What's so funny?" I said, looking at myself one last time. The pale boy finally took breathes and said, "I just don't see how anyone would think you I look like you. I mean nothing you're wearing screams: Broadway or showbiz. Maybe, I can help you with you're look. Come." He said walking back up the stairs.

Wide-eyed and confused, I walked pass Burt and up the stairs. "Over here", Kurt called from his very eccentric room. I walked inside and felt so glamorous. He gestured me to sit down as he dug in his closet. He laid down dozens of clothes on his bed neatly. Kurt asked me to freely choose my out fits and when I did, he'd rudely comment something like:

"Oprah called, she said hell no!"

Eventually, we stopped picking close and started talking about random gay guy things.

"Kurt, would you rather run a marathon or give Ryan Secrest a blow job?" I looked at him as his face looked like he was pondering.

"I'm gonna guess Ryan Secrest is gonna be too needy so, slap a number on my back because I'm going with the marathon." We both laughed simultaneously. It wasn't until Kurt asked me something that made me think about Puck.

"Who was your first kiss?" he asked. My wide smile began to fade and the room began to feel cold. The truth was, Puck was my first kiss, ever, but I couldn't tell Kurt this. He might tell me how Puck won't be 100% committed or he'll never choose me over the football team or being #1. I already knew this so I just lied.

"My first kiss?", I repeated," Jesse McCartney, in poster form." I drew out a light smile. Kurt chuckled softly. I turned to Kurt. "Who was yours?" A shy smile struck Kurt's face. He blushed a little. The pink-faced boy turned to me, hugging himself and putting a hand on his cheek.

"My first kiss", he said, "was Puck" He gave a heavy sigh. I swear I could feel my heart exploding in rage. Tears swelled up and my throat was tied in a knot. Puck! Puck! Kurt seemed to notice stress on my face as I tried to fight the sobs.

"Brendon? What's the matter?", Kurt twisted his head. Tears ran down my cheek as I blinked.

"It's getting late, I should probably go. It was nice meeting you." I gathered my things as quickly as possible and dashed out of the room. Burt and Finn looked curious at each other as they saw me leave the house vigorously. I slammed the door to my room as soon as I came home. I turned off the lights, played my music loudly and laid flat on my bed crying throughout the whole night.

At 10 o' clock, I woke from my pity nap and whipped what was left from the drowning tears. As I tried lifting up the bed covers from the bed, I heard my window open. I looked to see and it was Puck. Concentrating on entering quietly, he didn't notice me moving closer towards Puck struggling to trespass my room, again. I stood by the window and when Puck's head was about to break through my privacy borders.

"Sup, Puckerman", I said leaning on my bed frame causing Puck to jump and hit his head on the window.

"Ow!", he whispered, "Not cool dude." He moved his head out of the dangerous slide down window. Even when there was very little light, I could still see the shimering twinkle in his eyes that I loved. I turned on the nearby lamp and sat on my half messed up bed.

"What do you want?" I told him. His eyes looked at me like a grew an extra head. I didn't want him to find out I was crying so I turned away pretending to fix my covers. But Puck was, I can't believe I'm saying this, smarter than that. He crawled through the window and sat next to me, putting an arm non my shoulder. He rubbed tenderly.

"Rockstar, what's wrong?" I giggled at the new nickname. Puck wrapped me in his arms. trying to be a comfort. In a way it helped, but it also made me feel worse.

I pulled him off my shoulder and just held his hands together with mine.

"You shouldn't be here. My dad's will wake up to the slightest sound"

His hands crawled up on top off mine and he leaned his head to mine. Slowly, he crotched his head down, trying to meet my lips. Tears began to run down my cheeks. He pressed his lips against mine. His rough over my smooth. Opening and closing each other. He tasted amazing. that was, until I found out I was just daydreaming.

"Brendon!" Puck said, snapping me out of my own reality. I quickly brushed the tears off my cheeks. "Baby, are you crying?" he looked at me befuddled.

I sighed, "No, why would I be crying? What are you doing here anyways?" Puck gave me a hard look. He just sighed and said:

"What, I can't see my baby Rockstar?"

"Not when you're breaking and entering to do it", I teased. Puck leaned into the window.

"Just one kiss?"

I pinched myself trying to see if it wasn't another daydream. It wasn't, so I gladly lowered down to the window to kiss him. It was exactly how I imagined it. I quickly separated us causing Puck to look at me confused.

"There happy?" I stood straight crossing my arms, "You should probably go. We have school tomorrow."

Puck moved away as I closed the windows. I turned the lamp off and walked towards my warm bed. I looked back to check if Puck was there. I turned away from the lone window and went to bed.

And that was my fourth day in glee club.

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