He'd been scanning the bleachers all night, but she wasn't there. He knew he hadn't said the right thing but he'd still been hoping she'd show, if only just to yell at him.

When the buzzer sounded at the ended of the first quarter, he convinced himself she was just running late.

When she wasn't there by the start of half-time, he thought maybe she didn't realize what time the game started. He considered trying to text her from the field house, but realized that he still didn't have her number.

She wasn't there at the start of the third quarter, and he started to accept the fact that he'd blown it. Damn it... he'd been honest with her at least. He could have lied to her, and told her what she wanted to hear. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd done something like that, that's for sure. But he hadn't lied, and he'd asked her to come tonight. That should count for something, right?

In an effort to take his mind off her, Puck threw himself into the game. He didn't think he'd ever hit so hard in his life. The game started to come to life, and by the end of the third quarter they were tied 7-7. He purposely kept his back to the bleachers and focused on winning.

He was pumped now and his attitude was infectious. With only two minutes remaining in the fourth quarter, the score was still tied, and the opposing team was 4th and 10 and attempting a field goal. When the football fell yards short of the goalposts the sidelines went wild. Puck turned to high five a teammate and caught a glimpse of pink in the crowd. His heart flipped in his chest as he looked closer. She was there. Hers eyes met his and she waved at him, smiling. Unfortunately, one of the other guys saw it too and immediately started in on him. "Aww... look Puck, your Glee Freak fan club is here for you..."

"OFFENSE!" Coach Tanaka yelled, and with one last look at her Puck turned , crammed his helmet on his head and ran on the field.

"Blue 33, hut, hut"

The center snapped the ball and he ran right and spotted a gaping hole in the defense. He saw that Finn had spotted had spotted it too and he ran toward the end zone. He saw the perfect spiral coming toward him, and caught it just as his foot crossed the goal line. Holding the ball high in the air, he turned toward the home crowd and looked to where she had been sitting. No pink. She was gone.

The rest of the game passed in a blur. Kurt scored the extra point, and their defense held. They won 14-7. He lingered on the field, as people rushed down to congratulate them, but she wasn't there either. He tried to be excited as they rushed jubilantly back to the field house, but all he could think about was why he hadn't waved back at her. He was a fucking idiot.

He didn't hear a word of the post game, and rushed to change the minute Coach was done.

"Party at my house!" one of the other players called out.

A couple guys asked him if he was going and he just nodded. What the fuck, might as well get drunk. It's not like he could feel any worse.

He grabbed his bag, and started walking toward his truck. Seriously, he was a fucking idiot. He reached for his phone, and realized for the third time today that he didn't have her number. He considered asking Finn for it, but he'd give Puck a ton of shit, and even then might not hand the number over.

Just then he spotted Kurt. The light bulb in his head went on as he ran to catch up with him. "Hummel!" he called out, "Wait up!"

Kurt turned and looked around nervously. He spotted Puck running towards him, and his eyes darted frantically from side to side, as if he were trying which direction to run.

"Hey Hummel, wait up, I need a favor," he said as he jogged closer to him.

Kurt straightened, and tilted his head up slightly. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really" Puck said, annoyed.

"What is it that I can do for you today?"

"Really? Who talks like that?"

With an indigent "Hmph" Kurt started to turn back in the direction of his Navigator.

"Hey, look man, sorry..." Had he just apologized? "Look, it's easy, I just need to know if you've got Rachel Berry's number?"

"You want Rachel Berry's number?" Kurt gasped.

"Yeah," Puck said uncomfortably, "It's... it's about a Glee thing. I forgot to tell her something."`

"What Glee thing?"

"It's.. uh... nothing... nothing important... look dude, are you going to give me the number or not?" Puck demanded.

"Hmm... that depends." Kurt replied, tapping a finger to his chin.

"On what?" Puck was reaching his limit here.

"On you." Kurt brushed his hair into place and continued, "I want an assurance that I will never be tossed in the dumpster again, as long as you go to this school."

"Fine. Whatever. Now hand it over."

"And..." Kurt went on.

"Don't push it"

"Hmph." Kurt whipped out his cell phone and called the numbers out to Puck. Typing them in quickly, Puck snapped the phone shut and stalked off.

He got about 10 feet before he turned back and called out. "Hey Hummel"

Kurt froze and turned to look at him.

"Good game man," Puck said grudgingly.

"T-t-thanks," and after a slight pause, "You too."

Puck nodded and walked off. What the hell? Fucking bizarro universe, had to be.

Flipping open the phone, he hit the call button and kept walking to his truck. Suddenly he heard that stupid song from Titanic, "My heart" something or other in the distance. Looking up he saw a flash of pink leaning against his truck.

Seriously? He felt a smile creep onto his face. That was her ring tone? They really needed to work on her choice of music....

She flipped her phone open just as he flipped his closed. He was grinning the time he walked up to her. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get the words out, he slid his hand behind her neck and pull his lips to hers.

He kissed her softly at first, dropping his bag, he slid his other arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. The kiss deepened and he slid his hand into her hair. Time was frozen and nothing existed at that moment except for her. God, she even tasted like sugar cookies and sex. She slid her arms up around his neck and pulled his mouth closer to hers. Teasing her lips with his tongue, she parted them slightly... and then fully. He was complete lost in her. He wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted... minutes?... hours?... but eventually they pulled apart and he stared down at her smiling. She lowered her arms so that her hands were resting on his chest and looked up at him.

That was when she pushed herself back and slapped him. Hard.