A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC

What I Did For Love

Author's note: Omg Blaine get over yourself and kiss him already!

Blaine: *doesn't*

Puck fails to notice that Blaine is gay. Also this chapter is pretty much AVPM Act 2 Part 3.

***I do not own Glee or Starkid. I do, however, own Samwise-the-cat; he is sitting beside me trying to bite my fingers as I type. *tosses a decoy sock* Now he is under my bed chewing on the power cord.

CHAPTER 14: IN WHICH PUCK TRIES TO GET INTO KURT'S PANTS, THE TRINITY RE-UNITES! AND PUCK USES HIS BRAIN FOR SOMETHING OTHER THAN HOLDING UP HIS MOHAWK

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Warning: Angst!kitten, Seduction Fail, Zefron

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*MCKINLEY*

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Sam had brought Blaine to the Choir room directly after school on Tuesday, to give him a bit of background on the song they were doing. The pair was halfway thru singing it when Kurt and Mercedes waltzed in. Blaine looked up, his expression brightening instantly "Kurt!"

"Hey Blaine, sounding good!" Kurt smiled back; he relaxed the no-interaction-at-school rule when it came to Glee Club, seeing as his friends were the only ones in the building at that point.

Kurt sat down on the bench between Blaine and Mercedes, and the quartet began singing again, pointing out to Blaine where their version deviated from the original. The rest of the club filed in, including Puck who took a seat on the risers directly behind Kurt. The jock had a strange look in his eye, like a cat waiting to pounce.

Mr. Shue greeted the room and asked them to pull out their music.

Kurt riffled through his bag "Shoot, I can't find my sheet music in here."

"I think I've got an extra-" Mercedes had barely reached for her bag when Puck swiftly stepped down to sit between them. "You can share mine" he said nonchalantly, holding the music out so they both could see it. Puck was sitting right against Kurt, their legs pressed fully together from knee to hip.

"Oh. Um, thanks." Kurt said, taken aback.

This interaction did not go unnoticed by a certain Latina cheerleader, who smirked and twirled her hair in amusement.

Kurt and Mercedes leaned back shared a confused look behind Puck, before Mr. Shue clapped his hands; "From the top, guys!"

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"Kurt! Hey Kurt, wait up!" Kurt turned in surprise to see Puck jogging after him as he exited McKinley Wednesday after school.

"Hiiiii Puck," responded Kurt, unsure what to make of the mohawked jock's sudden display of friendliness.

"So, what are you doing tonight?"

Kurt's eyes bulged "Why?" he didn't mean to sound rude, but what?

"I thought we could hang out." Puck shoved his hands in his pockets casually, like the fashionista and the badass hanging out was the most normal thing in the world.

"Ummm..." Kurt still didn't know what to think. "I'm hanging out with Blaine, Wes, and David today, remember? The guys you met at Dalton?"

"Oh yeah, I like those guys."

"You're welcome to come with us."

Puck smiled "I think I will."

The five boys ended up getting pizza (Kurt was over-ruled, but ended up ordering a salad) then driving to Wes's house.

"I will not be held accountable for any bodily harm that occurs in this household." said Wes as he opened the front door. Puck grinned. Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine.

"Wes has this cat..." he muttered.

The boys removed their shoes in the spacious entrance hall.

Kurt was just undoing the last buckle on his boots when a sleek orange blur collided hard with his leg. "meeerrrgh!" it trilled before leaping onto Puck's leg and clinging there, eyes widened demonically.

Puck stared down at the ginger cat attached to his jeans.

"And this is Samwise-the-Brave," Wes sighed "Samwise for short, or when he's done something bad, which is often."

"Aren't you supposed to use the extended version of their name when they've done something bad?" Kurt asked.

"Well, yes, but in Samwise-the-Brave's case, his name takes longer to say than it takes for him to do something naughty again, so Samwise it is."

Samwise-the-Brave leapt from Puck's leg onto David's ankle and sank his teeth in. David yowled.

"Bad Samwise!" said Wes. He opened his backpack on pulled out one of his bedraggled bunny slippers. "Fetch!" He tossed the slipper and the marmalade cat streaked off after it, wrestling the slipper across the floor and growling loudly.

"I don't understand why you keep such a violent cat." David complained, rubbing his ankle.

"He is aesthetically pleasing" reasoned Wes "and less maintenance than a Rottweiler."

A loud ripping sound came from the bunny slipper. They all looked at Wes. "Well, I mean he can get his own food if we forget to feed him. He tried to bring a pheasant thru the cat-flap one time. Didn't fit. He had to eat it outside."

"So what do you guys want to do?" asked Blaine.

"Cuddle and listen to music?" suggested David.

Full of surprises today, Puck agreed with David. "I need to find the right song to sing. Remember how I was trying to get that cheerleader to notice that I'm a badass?"

"Well that can only lead to disaster and hilarity; let's go!"

Presented with a musical challenge, the boys trooped up to Wes's room. Samwise-the-Brave chased them up the stairs, biffing at their ankles.

Wes led them into his room. "Oh. My. God. That is a boss Zefron Poster." exclaimed David in awe.

Wes smiled at the glossy image of Zac with his hand up his shirt. "Ah yes, I am quite fond of him; he's such a charismatic humanitarian."

Puck stared at them like they'd gone bonkers.

"You think you like him?" interjected Blaine "Wrong! Because I love him the most; Blaine loves Zac Efron more than anybody else on the planet." He tossed his curls sassily.

Samwise flopped down on the bed beside Kurt, who froze then inched toward Blaine as the cat began purring. Kurt reached a tentative hand out to scratch his ears. The cat purred even louder and rolled his eyes back in pleasure.

"If he turns his head, get your hand out of there, fast." advised David, who was experienced in these matters. "So, Puck, we're going to help you find the perfect song."

"Well, you don't have to..." sadi Puck, who was clearly beginning to doubt their sanity.

"Of course we'll help you. What would Zac Efron say at a time like this? We're all in this together!"

"Everybody knows that I like him the most." David muttered under his breath.

Wes and David spilled a giant box of CDs on the floor, and the boys pawed thru them, looking for a Puck-worthy song. "meeeerrug!" exclaimed the cat as he pounced into the pile. David tossed a sock out the door for Samwise to chase. "Out you go, kitteh."

"AH HAAA!" cried Wes.

"Found something?" asked Puck.

Wes held up the disc reverently. "See it, smell it, touch it, kiss it. Kiss it!" he repeated sternly when Puck hesitated. "It's the motherload."

"Hairspray?" said Puck looking at the CD cover. "No way, dude; my little sister likes that movie."

Kurt looked insulted. "Hairspray is a fantastic film, not to mention a Broadway hit."

David nodded dreamily. "Zefron as Link in Hairspray is the best thing ever... that little curl..."

"Not to mention, Mathew Morrison was the original Link on Broadway," said Kurt airily, "and he's quite successful now, from what I hear."

"I need a stud song!" protested Puck.

"Puck, Zefron is a stud. Get your head in the game!" David shoved the song lyrics at Puck.

Puck leaned back against the wall, eyebrows climbing higher as he read the lyrics. He had no idea Zefron sung songs like that; he'd thought they were all about lions and fluffy kittens. Puck smirked as he skimmed the naughtier lines in the song. He could totally own this. "I never thought I'd say this, but Zefron is a bit of a badass." He said appreciatively.

"Yeah, but everyone knows that I like him the best." whispered Blaine.

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Kurt's phone buzzed right after his last class on Thursday. He opened it. A text from Puck.

Meet me in the auditorium ~P

Kurt's brow wrinkled in confusion. Why was Puck being so friendly to him all of a sudden? Kurt supposed it was because of the fashion help he had given him, and the fact that he was back and New Directions could go on to Regionals. Kurt shrugged and made his way to the auditorium.

Puck was already there, sitting on the edge of the stage with his guitar. Kurt boosted himself up beside Puck.

"Hey Kurt, I wanted to run my song past you. Been practicing it." Puck scooched a little closer as he turned to face Kurt.

Kurt gestured "Take it away."

Puck sang the song, and Kurt smiled, feeling proud of Wes and David for suggesting it. It was perfect for Puck, really. Kurt just didn't understand why Puck was sitting so close to him.

Kurt nodded. "I think Wes and David did good."

"I'll take it from the best." Puck said in his sexiest voice.

Puck leaned in, gazing into Kurt's eyes. They were a really pretty colour actually; he'd never noticed before. The eyes were staring back at him in surprise and confusion as he leaned closer. Puck brought his hand up and grazed Kurt's jaw and suddenly a look of pure terror flashed across the countertenor's face and he scrambled back, leaping to his feet.

"Whoa! Whoa! What the hell?" Kurt yelled, freaking out. "What is it with you jocks kissing me? Are you tired of throwing me in the dumpster? Is this a new sport?" In his panic, Kurt's bangs had fallen into his eyes. He threw his hands up "Just because you're a guy, does not mean I'm into you!" He yelled.

Puck stared, stunned."Ummm ok." He said, honestly more surprised by this turn of events than Kurt. "Hey, relax dude. Calm down..."

Kurt pointed a quivering finger "Promise me you'll never do that again."

"Only if you beg for it." Pucks smirk was quickly melted by the smaller boy's death-glare.

"OK! I promise!" Puck looked abashed. "Sorry... for that..." he muttered. "And for throwing you in the dumpsters; that was stupid."

Kurt breathed out, smoothing out his hair. "Apology accepted." He rearranged his scarf and gave the jock a confused look.

Just as Kurt turned to leave, something re-played in Puck's head. "Wait!" He said standing up. "Hey! Hold up a second, Kurt; who kissed you?"

Kurt froze, staring up at the other boy. "What?"

"Who kissed you?"

"No one kissed me, I never said anyone kissed me." Kurt began to panic.

"You said: What is it with you jocks kissing me?" Puck said slowly "Who was the other jock who kissed you, Kurt?"

"No one!" Kurt yelled franticly "No one, OK? I didn't-" he suddenly leapt at Puck, grabbing the front of his shirt and snarling in his face "Do. Not. Tell. I swear to god, Puck if you repeat a word I said..."

Puck threw his hands up in utter shock at Kurt's sudden aggression. "Ok! Ok! I won't tell anyone."

"Promise me." Kurt was shaking.

"I promise."

Kurt gave Puck one last threatening look before stalking out the door.

Puck stared after him.

What?

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Blaine let his car idle in the parking lot after school. He hadn't seen Kurt leave yet and was hoping he could give the other boy a ride home. He had convinced Finn to go on ahead, reminding him that he and Kurt had baked cookies together last night and there were still some left.

Blaine was humming along to the radio when he saw Kurt coming out of the school. He could tell Kurt was upset by the way he walked. Blaine got out of his car and waved Kurt over. Kurt glanced over his shoulder before diving into the passenger seat.

"Kurt, what's-"

"Drive. Drive now."

"Driving." Blaine pulled onto the road, glancing at the other boy in concern. Kurt had his head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed. His hands were clenched into fists in his lap. "Kurt?" murmured the dark-haired boy "Is... is it Karofsky?"

"No, well not directly." Kurt explained the incident with Puck, and how Puck had caught him when he slipped up.

"I'm sooo dead." Moaned Kurt as they pulled into the Hummel's driveway.

"Hey." Blaine stopped Kurt by the front of the car and put his hands on his shoulders. "Breathe, Kurt. Puck won't tell, and he doesn't even know who it was. It'll be fine."

Kurt swallowed, nodding.

Blaine saw the look in the blue eyes and pulled him in for a hug.

"Don't worry about it, Kurt" Blaine whispered. "Everything will be fine."

Kurt closed his eyes, trying to decide which he liked more; the sound of Blaine whispering his name in his ear, or the feel of Blaine's body as he held him close.

Kurt smiled as he pulled away, deciding it was a tie.

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Burt glanced out the window as the boys pulled into the drive. He was never fully relaxed until Kurt came home from school safely. He'd tried to convince his son to remain at Dalton, but that boy was stubborn as a mule and there was nothing Burt could say to change his mind. Burt admitted he was glad to have his son around more often, even though he had Blaine with him half the time, and it was nice to have the extra money, especially with Finn in the house; boy, that kid could eat.

Burt had almost turned away from the window when he saw the expression on Kurt's face as he got out of the car. His stomach clenched; must have been a bad day at school. Burt watched as Blaine put his arms around Kurt, and wasn't sure if he approved until he noticed the way the fear and anxiety was wiped off his son's face as Blaine held him.

Burt couldn't decide if he liked the way that one hug from that boy could change the upset expression on his son's face into a dazed smile. As he watched the dark-haired boy hold the door open for Kurt in a gentlemanly way, he decided it could be worse.

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Puck was walking down the hall to on his way to football practice on Friday, wondering what he was going to do now. Puck saw Kurt down the hallway, he wondered if he should go up and say hi, or avoid eye-contact with him until they graduate. His pondering was violently interrupted when he caught sight of Karofsky coming towards Kurt. Puck sped up to intercept the collision, and the bully noticed him at the last moment and veered away, but not without jeering in Kurt's face; "Homo."

Puck had raised his fist and was a second away from threatening the other jock when he caught sight of the expression on Kurt's face as he looked at Karofsky: Terror. Normal enough under the circumstances, but something was strange.

Puck stared at the terrified expression on the smaller boy's face as he scurried away, and then he realized; that was the exact same look on Kurt's face as when Puck had tried to kiss him.

The memory flashed: "What is it with you jocks kissing me?" That terrified expression. "Do. Not. Tell"

Puck looked back down the hallway after the bully, and then a flash of bright purple distracted him as Miss Pillsbury walked by in one of her colourful blouses. "Hello, Noah." She smiled as she passed.

Another memory rose to the surface; "...bullies pick on someone... they see reflections of themself in that person that they don't like...you take it out on the students around you..."

Puck glanced again at the back of Kurt's head down the hallway, then turned and stared at the retreating Karofsky. Puck looked slowly back and forth between them, his eyes growing wide as realization hit.

NO. WAY.

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Author's note:

-AHHH! So many different shows and cross-referencing in this chapter. I hope it didn't blow your mind.

- Samwise-the-cat is now curled up by my knee, resting himself for his next assault on passing ankles. Do you have a cat/dog/imaginary friend that hangs out with you when you write?

-Samwise is the original angst!kitten.

-Kurt's line about Mathew Morrison made me laugh. Yes I laugh at my own jokes. I laugh a lot at my own writing, even when I've read it over several times and it's not a surprise... yeah I'm cool like that. *Hides head in a paper bag*