A/N:I would like to start by thanking everyone for all your nice comments and review, they really helped get me inspired and as a result here is chapter 6 a lot earlier that I had expect it. I would also like to thank my wonderful beta Lovefremionefor all her help it's greatly appreciate it. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy...
Chapter 6:
Puck and Santana were walking side by side down the hallways of McKinley, parting the students out of their way just like Moses had done to the red sea.
Puck had just picked Santana up from Lima Memorial where she was volunteering. She was still wearing her candy striper uniform, but they were on a mission; besides she looked hot in it. Turning the corner Santana saw her target and smirked viciously, the same smirk that always managed to send shivers down Puck's back.
"Are you sure about this?" asked the mohawked jock, fidgeting with the small stuffed bear in his hands.
Santana lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "Are you seriously questioning my skills Puckerman. This cat is in the bag." She sashayed away, leaving Puck in the middle of the hallway as she made her way to Hudson's kissing booth.
Puck nodded to himself, he also had a mission to complete. He turned and went the opposite direction from Santana, slowly making his way to Kurt's locker.
When he got there he noticed a red rose taped to said locker with a note attached. He took the rose and ripped the note up guessing that it was most likely from Sam.
Opening the locker was a piece of cake, and Puck placed the stuffed bear, the rose (no need for Kurt to know it had originally been from Sam) and his own note inside without a hitch, though he almost ripped Blaine's picture off the locker door as soon as his laid eyes on the hobbit's preppy face. Thankfully he was able to contain himself. Breaking into a locker to leave a present was one thing, vandalizing it was a whole other, and he didn't really think Kurt would appreciate it, as Puck was already walking a tight rope when it came to the sexy countertenor. Especially after last time he tried to woo him and instead ended up offending him.
His train of thought was interrupted when an angelic, but very annoyed, voice asked, "What the hell are you doing breaking onto my locker Puck?"
The mohawked teen turned, feeling like a deer in the headlights, it was just his luck to get caught. He could lie, say that he found the locker open and was only guarding it till Kurt came by, make him look like a nice guy, but he knew the boy with the glasz eyes was too smart for that.
Taking a deep breath he decided to go with the truth, he stepped to the side so Kurt could see the bear and the rose, "I just came by to apologize to you for yesterday".
Kurt's surprise was written plainly on his face, but Puck didn't give him a chance to say anything before he continued. "It was very inappropriate of me to sing you that song. But the truth is that I really like you Kurt, and its hard finding the right way to express myself."
Kurt was able to quickly compose himself and gave Puck a measuring look. "But you aren't …"
"Gay? No, bi? Most likely," Responded Puck, giving Kurt a hopeful look, praying to Allah that Kurt wouldn't think this was a joke. Thankfully it seemed that the young countertenor believed him.
"Ok so you are trying to tell me you are gay, okay bi," Kurt corrected himself when he saw the look Puck sent him, "and that you like me?"
"That's right princess, and I would love it if you let take you to Breadstix for Valentine's." Puck responded, giving Kurt his most flirtatious smile, the one that always seem to work on Cheerios and cougars alike, and now, hopefully on Kurt as well.
Kurt turned an adorable shade of pink before responding. "Thank you Puck, this is all very flattering, but it's also a lot to take in. I would really need some time to think about it. But that doesn't mean I'm saying no," Kurt amended when he notice Puck's heart fallen face. "I'm just saying let me think about it."
A huge grin broke on Puck's face and he felt like jumping for joy. Even though he hadn't actually gotten a date, he hadn't gotten shut down either, which is a lot more than what he had hoped for; especially after the way he treated Kurt last year.
"Of course take all the time you need." Puck said, giving Kurt a bone crushing hug that left the young countertenor nearly catatonic, before running, and Puck swore he'd punch the lights out of any one that might say skipping, down the hall in the direction Santana had gone.
"Can someone please grab a gun a shoot him, or at least give him the gun so he can shoot her!"
"For the last time Rachel, I'm not gonna give you a hundred kisses! Now either go get change, donate the rest of the money, or get out of line," Said a very irritated Finn.
When he came up with the kissing booth idea he hadn't counted on how crazy and obsessed Rachel could get. If only it had been Kurt with the hundred dollar bill, he wouldn't of mind giving him a hundred kisses, on his sweet lips, across his jaw line or down his long smooth neck, as he took the beautiful countertenor's cheerio uniform off. Finn was yanked out of his wonderful day dreaming when Rachel started harping on him again.
The tall jock was about to tell Rachel off again when out of nowhere Santana appeared and shoved her tongue deep down Finn's throat, ignoring all of Rachel's complaints about respecting the line.
The Latina cheerio placed a buck on the counter, and turned to leave when she gave Rachel a look, turned around and placed another dollar on the counter. "For the hobbit," she said. "Call it a peace offering." And with that she left.
Finn didn't even get to see which direction the cheerleader went before Rachel was throwing herself at him, trying to imitate the way Santana had shoved her tongue in his mouth. Maybe the kissing booth wasn't the best plan of action. It was gonna be a really long day, Finn thought once he was able to pry Rachel off of him.
Sam couldn't help the stupidly huge smile that spread across his face when he walked into his chemistry class to be met by the sight of Kurt Hummel sitting there holding the rose he got him and smiling sweetly every time he smelled it. He made a bee line to Kurt and sat next to the adorably cute countertenor.
After greeting the sweet boy politely, and being unable to wipe the smile of his face whenever Kurt would even glance at the rose he decide to comment on it. "I'm so glad you liked the rose Kurt."
Kurt smiled at him. "Yes it's beautiful, but wait you knew Puck was going to give me a flower? Why didn't you tell me?" He said in such a sweet manner, that it took Sam a minute to stop concentrating on the inflection and actually process what the male cheerio had said.
By the time he had realized that Puck must of taken the rose he had gotten for his Kurt and taken credit for it, the countertenor was informing him that Puck asked him out for Valentine's and was asking him for his advice on whether to go out with the mohawked jock.
"Don't go out with him" Sam managed to say as calmly as he could even though his blood was starting to boil.
"What? Why not? Do you really think he just wants to make a joke out of me?" Kurt's sweet demeanor vanishing instantly.
Sam wanted to tell him that it was because the mohawked teen had lied to him. Because that rose that Kurt was holding so tenderly was from him and not Puck, and because all those sweet sighs were caused by him not the rose thief. But Sam might be many things, but a tattletale is not one of them.
Sam swallowed his anger, grabbed Kurt's hand, and looked him in the eye, "Because you should spend Valentine's day with me."
A look of confusion invaded Kurt's face "But you're straight! Only yesterday you serenaded Mercedes with Justin Beiber, I was there I saw you do it."
Shaking his head Sam said, "I'm bi, and that song wasn't for her, it was meant for you, she just happened to be sitting next to you."
Kurt raised a perfect eyebrow skeptically. "Why now though Sam? I find it really hard to believe that two of the most popular guys in school are attracted to me all of the sudden."
"I can't speak for Puck, but for me it's not sudden. I've liked you ever since you approached me at my locker to sing that duet with you, which by the way you still owe me, but I was just too afraid to do anything about it. Ever since you left for Dalton, I've realized how much you really mean to me, and now that you're back, I've decided that I'm gonna pursue you no matter what anyone else might think! I'm not gonna give up on you without a fight." Sam said very passionately.
It seemed that Kurt was at a loss after Sam's rather passionate declaration of love, but if the beautiful blush and sweet smile that had taken over the countertenor's face was anything to go by, Sam had said the right thing.
An announcement came over the school's intercom asking Kurt to go to the nurse's office as soon as possible before he got a chance to give Sam a proper response.
The young countertenor grabbed his satchel, and said to the blond football player as he got ready to leave, "Thank you Sam, you've given me a lot to think about. But please be patient with me, it's a lot to take in."
Kurt stopped right as he reached the door and turned to look at Sam. "Does this mean I was right about your hair too?"
Sam wanted to deny it; I mean what was Kurt's obsession with his hair? But the red flush that invaded his face was answer enough for the male cheerio. With a flirty smile and a soft, "thought so," Kurt disappeared through the door.
Finn Hudson ladies and gentlemen was in heaven. Yeah he might be running a fever, and his body might be aching as well but it was a small price to pay when compared to having Kurt all to himself; and on Valentine's Day none the less.
The tall jock snuggled closer into the warm lap that was serving as his pillow, took a deep breath, and drowned himself in that sweet, and manly and oh so Kurt smell that was surrounding him, smiling as he felt Kurt's really soft fingers stroke this hair as he commented on the peculiarity of an outbreak of Mono spreading through McKinley high. Out of which one of the best outcomes was a Rachel Berry free week since the diva had also managed to contract the disease, well, one of the best outcomes in Kurt's opinion that is.
For Finn, it was getting Kurt as his own personal nurse for the whole week since their parents where on the late, but well deserved honeymoon. Now if he could only find a way to convince Kurt to borrow Santana's nurse outfit.
Just picturing Kurt in that outfit sent most of his blood south to his groin, and he had to turn to prevent Kurt from noticing that tent that was building under his covers, which unfortunately caught Kurt's attention.
"Are you ok cowboy? Need anything? More soup?" Kurt asked tenderly, continuing to stroke his hair.
Finn tried not to blush, but he just loved whenever Kurt called him "cowboy" with so tender love. He decided to ask for more soup, and hopefully while his sweet nurse was in the in the kitchen, his aching hard on would come down, and then, if Kurt insisted on hand feeding him the soup again, who was Finn to protest.
As soon as he was better Finn was gonna find out who infected him and send them a big thank you basket to thank them for giving him the best Valentine's day anyone could ask for.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please comment and review, they always help get inspire which means faster updates. Thanks again.