So its short. I know. but theres only two chapters left after this one and well, this one and the next one are just little fillers, the big fluffy cuteness is coming! Posting the next chapter in two minutes.
Puck was pretty sure that constantly making out with Kurt made him gay, even though he didn't feel gay. He just kind of wanted to be Kurt's boyfriend. Fuck!, he swore in his head, not only has Hummel turned me gay, well bisexual….. I'm pretty sure I still like girls… but no, now he's got me fucking whipped too. Fantastic. Puck decided that maybe he ought to figure himself out before he did anything with Kurt, but well, he was impatient, and the heart wants what the heart wants. Well, what the body wants, he added mentally, figuring soon after that his stupid mind was trying to salvage what little of his "badass-ness" he had left after the matters of the day. He sighed outwardly, wishing that he hadn't waited this long to have a sexuality crisis, one that didn't seem much like a crisis in the first place. He had been over-thinking throughout the past hour, trying to figure out what he felt and why he felt it, knowing full well the answers the whole time. It was Hummel. And Puck was pretty sure it had always subconsciously been him.
It had been an hour since Puck had Kurt had parted ways. And even though Kurt was mad at his father, he had allowed him to drive him home, but he left Burt's presence as soon as the car was in park, fleeing to his basement bedroom and locking the door. He hadn't wanted to be alone, but after their blowup today, his fathers presence wasn't exactly wanted. What was a diva to do? Call his best friend that's what. So Mercedes was on her way, of course she was, when you're bestie called you to tell you he made out with the McKinley's resident badass and stud, well, you better get your ass in motion.
Puck was sick of lollygagging, he was sick of making up excuses. He wanted Hummel. It was obvious, and simple, so why not just embrace it instead of worrying your mind away over it? Exactly, there was no good reason to worry, besides the football and hockey team kicking his ass when he found out. But he was pretty sure he could handle it, he was still Puckzilla, so what if he had the hots for one Kurt Hummel, he could deal, so everyone else could, well, as long as they didn't want a broken nose they could. He smiled, the happiness reaching his eyes for the first time in years, and lifted himself off the bed. He had a surprise to prepare.