Chapter 14

Four AM. That is when Kurt wakes up and starts puking. Four thirty AM. That is when I get up to make sure that Kurt isn't dying on the bathroom floor. Five AM. That is when Kurt finally stops puking. Six AM. That is when Kurt nearly pukes his intestines out again . . . I have no idea how much of anything can still be in his system. Seven AM. That is when Kurt apologizes about a hundred times for throwing up again. Eight AM. That is when Noah texts me asking what time he's going to pick me up for the homecoming game.

I tell him that in all honesty I had forgotten about the game, but since the game starts at twelve he can pick me up at eleven. I figure that by then I'll be able to get some sleep. I am very mistaken. It is ten thirty when I am about to fall asleep and Kurt wakes me up to help me get ready.

I scowl at him, I am practically blaming him for keeping me up all night. I don't really blame him, someone just spiked the punch at the dance and he had drunk some of it with Scott. I am really beginning to be grateful that Noah and I decided to go outside that night. Apparently a lot of people got wasted off of the punch, and one girl had to be taken to the hospital because she was allergic to alcohol.

Kurt helps me get ready, and is very upset, when Noah texts me, asking me to wear his letterman jacket to the game. The reason Kurt is upset is because he has chosen the "perfect" shirt for me, and now I "won't match" so he's going to have to start all over.

I get ready just in time, without eating anything, but that's fine, I'm not all that hungry anyway, just extremely tired. Kurt tells me that he isn't leaving until eleven thirty, so he'll see me after the game, the reason being, he doesn't want to spend any more time than necessary with the homophobic jocks.

Noah arrives at about eleven o' five and I don't mind because I've been picked up hours later than expected before. He apologizes anyway. I find it kind of sweet.

He smiles when he sees that I am wearing the letterman jacket as he requested. "I didn't think you were going to wear it."

I shrug, "Why? It's an honor to wear it."

He raises an eyebrow then says sarcastically, "An honor? Really?"

I smirk as we get out of his truck. He tells me to go to the bleachers and that he has to go to the locker room to stretch and get changed. I don't object. I'm just worried about finding someone to sit with.

After looking around for a little while, I see Artie, Rachel, Morrie(Finn's girlfriend), Tina, and Mercedes. Artie sees me and waves ecstatically and motions for me to sit in the spot next to him which is clearly the edge of the bottom of the bleachers since he is in a wheelchair. I don't mind though. I sit between him and Rachel.

Rachel comments on the letterman jacket, "Is that Puck's?"

I nod, "Yeah."

Rachel raises her eyebrows momentarily, "Listen, I would hate to see you get hurt so here's a little advice that I would recommend taking. Noah Puckerman is basically the manwhore of the school. Not to mention he is completely incapable of managing a relationship that isn't based on sex. Furthermore he is homophobic and narrow minded, if I were you I'd keep my distance and be nothing more than acquaintances. It's the only way to keep from getting hurt. Believe me, I dated him, admittedly I was the one who ended it, but he was going to end it, due to the fact that we never had sex. He's not a good guy and I advise you to stay away from him, otherwise there is nothing stopping him from breaking your heart into little, tiny, microscopic pieces."

My jaw drops, damn that girl can talk. I nod, "Thank you for that advice Rachel, but to be completely honest with you, Puck and I have only been on one date, and then he asked me to come here. It's nothing serious; I am definitely keeping my guard up, but thank you for your concern."

Rachel nods as she turns her attention to the field as the players start filing onto the field. I am not completely interested in the game. Sure I understand football and sometimes I enjoy it, but man, this team sucks, and blows at the same time.

I notice that Artie starts to roll away and I laugh, "Wow Artie, I know they suck, but hooray for team/school spirit!"

Artie giggles, "I'm just going to the concession stand," he starts to whisper, "I'm going to meet Abby there, her mom said that we can't see each other, so we decided that we'd meet in secret in a way that it wouldn't be suspicious, there isn't anything odd about two people being at the same concession stand . . . is there?"

"No," I smile, "There isn't anything weird about that at all, you have nothing to worry about."

Artie rolls off towards the concession stand and I turn back to the game. They are getting killed, almost literally. The score is twenty-one to zero. It is actually painful to watch. Poor Finn has been tackled about fifty times in each quarter, once by his own teammate . . . ouch.

I see his girlfriend wincing each time Finn hits the ground, and I completely understand . . . it hurts just to watch. The game finally ends with at score of twenty four to three. Kurt was the only one who scored so I am very proud of my best friend.

Noah walks over to me clearly disappointed. I smile at him supportively, "It's just one game, I'm sure you guys will be awesome after a little more practice, I mean, teams always get better throughout the season."

He shrugs, "Did you have fun?"

I nod, and I notice Rachel watching me, desperately trying to catch my eye. I ignore her, I've already heard what she has to say, and I need to think it over, I'm going to just not give him chance because they had a bad relationship in the past.

As Noah and I are walking to his truck, we see Kurt and Scott. My heart stops in happiness for Kurt, as the boy who wasn't openly gay kisses him in the middle of the parking lot for everyone to see. I can see Kurt blushing, as I giggle to myself as Noah comments, "I never knew Scott was gay."

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