A/N: Let me start by thanking everyone that has reviewed, and added this story to your alert, this story is for all of you. Los of Thanks to my wonderful Beta lovefremione for all her help. Sit back, relax and enjoy...

Chapter7:

It was Monday morning, and Finn Hudson was floating down the hall with a stupidly big grin on his face, and Kurt's satchel around his shoulders, as he followed the beautiful male cheerio to his locker.

Finn had just had the most wonderful weekend of being pampered and spoiled by Kurt (who even fell asleep on Finn's own bed a couple of times!). Granted, it was because Finn had been sick, but to him it had been so much more than that. And now he was carrying Kurt's bag, and escorting him to his locker like a proper boyfriend should. Finn wondered how Kurt would react to him holding his hand right now.

"You know you don't have to carry my bag, right Finn?" Kurt said as they arrived at his locker.

"What are you talking about Kurt? It's the least thing I could do after this weekend." Finn assured quickly, his grin turning into a huge smile as he thought again about the way Kurt had taken care of him.

Kurt just shook his head and smiled, before getting up on tip toes to fix the tall jock's collar. He got so close Finn was able to nearly drown himself in Kurt's wonderful scent.

"You know I didn't mind Finn, you're my big brother (emphasis on the word big) now; and that's what brothers do." Kurt was so close to Finn's face that he felt the shorter boy's hot breath hot against his neck.

Every cell in Finn's body was telling him to just bend down an inch more and claim those soft pink lips that have been haunting his every dream of late. He was giving into that magnetic pull, bending down slowly only to have his face crash against a notebook.

"Puck! What has gotten into you?" yelled a rather annoyed (but still incredibly sexy looking) Kurt.

"Sorry Princess, I just though I saw a bug crawling on Hudson's face; I figured I better get rid of it before it tried to jump on you. After all, we wouldn't want it biting into your incredibly beautiful skin."

Kurt blushed a stunning pink color. "Well that's quite alright then Noah. But perhaps for next time, you should just tell him. There is no need to turn poor Finn's face into a pancake just for my safety."

"Understood," the mohawked jock said, shooting Kurt that dumb flirty smile that seemed to work on all the girls.

Oh cheesus did Finn just want to punch it right off Puck's equally dumb looking face. "What's your damn problem Puckerman?" Finn yelled instead, shoving Puck away from Kurt.

"I already told you, I was saving MY Princess." Puck smirked, shoving Finn right back and getting up in his face.

"Boys, boys, break it up!" Kurt yelled getting in between them. "Finn you're still recovering, you can't just be shoving people around and getting into fights. Besides, Noah didn't mean anything by it. He was just trying to be a gentleman. I bet he was just about to apologize too, right Noah?"

But the giggle Puck was trying in vain to suppress told Kurt that he had had no such intention. "Right, sorry dude. Anyway, maybe you should go sit down somewhere and rest; you're looking a bit flushed. And I'll walk Kurt here to his first period." Puck draped an arm over Kurt's shoulder and turned that stupid cocky grin on Finn, making him turn a vivid red color.

Kurt patted Finn's arm and gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze. "Noah's right Finn, you do look kind of flushed. I really shouldn't have let you carry my things. Why don't you go to class early, rest a while, and text me if you need anything, ok?"

Before Finn knew it, Kurt's bag had been ripped from his shoulder, and all he could do was stand there in the middle of the crowded hallway while the boy of his dreams walked away on dumb Puck's arm. He was still trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

~CK~

From his locker across the hall, Sam watched the drama play out with a big knot in his stomach. He saw how Finn had walked in carrying the sexy countertenor's stuff with a big stupid smile on his face, as if that simple act proclaimed Kurt as his. He also saw how frankenteen started to bend down to kiss his poor innocent Kurt, and Sam felt himself panic, looking for a way to stop it. He was about to throw his football across the hall and hopefully nail Finn's head when he saw Puck slam his folder into Finn's face.

Sam had never thought he would be so happy to see the mohawked jock approach Kurt. But then, that damn Puck had his dirty arm draped on top of Kurt's shoulder and was leading him away. On second thought, maybe he should have thrown the football. He could had gotten lucky and hit both football players at the same time. He really needed to up his game if he was gonna have even a smidgen of hope of getting into Kurt's heart.

Sam hadn't noticed he wasn't alone until Quinn started snapping her fingers in his face saying 'Earth to Sam'. With a heavy sigh the blond jock greeted her.

Quinn looked in the direction Sam's gaze was pointed and saw Puck and Kurt walking to class chatting animatedly. "You know just because Kurt is talking to him doesn't mean that they are going to end up together, right?

The trouty lipped jock sighed again. "I know I know. But it feels like even Finn has managed to get closer to Kurt while I feel like I'm still watching from the sidelines."

Quinn glared at him "You're not going to get anywhere by having a pity party Sam. If you really love Kurt half has much as you say you do, then do something about it already."

Sam sighed, responding with a mumbled "I'm trying", which Quinn just ignored.

"Lucky for you, I'm on your side Sammy." She said giving him an impish smile. "Meet me on the football field during lunch." And with a twirl of her cheerio skirt, she was gone.

The rest of the day passed in a flash of classes, trying to find a way to approach Kurt, and trying to figure out what Quinn was up to.

Before Sam knew it, it was lunch time and he made his way down to the football field. Once there he found Quinn surrounded by the marching band geeks.

"Sam!" Quinn shouted when she saw him, and signaled him to come closer. Once he reached her, she introduced him to Peter, the captain of the marching band. "Well Sammy, Peter here is going to help you serenade Kurt."

"But I already tried that, it didn't turn out the way we expected."

Quinn rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Yes you did, but not like this Sam. Not in front of the whole school, with a whole marching band behind you just like Heath Ledger in '10 things I Hate about You'. Do you know what the main difference is between that and this? Now he'll actually know it's meant for him. "

"Alright then" said Sam. He was liking the idea more and more with each passing minute. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you guys." He continued, turning to Peter and the marching band.

"Just make sure you get Hummel, we got a lot of money ridding on you two." Said Peter with a grin on his face.

Later, Sam sat in his chemistry class watching Kurt as the countertenor talked to him. He was confident that for once, things would go his way. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but be impressed by the simple brilliance of Quinn's plan. He knew Kurt was a romantic at heart, and Sam felt that such a grandiose statement was sure to at least gain him a first date.

~CK~

It was almost the end of the school day as Puck made his way through the deserted hallways towards the science wing. He had left his math class a few minutes early (it was just math anyway and his teacher should be happy enough with him actually showing up which he only did to make Kurt proud), with the intent of being outside Kurt's chemistry class and escorting the beautiful countertenor to his car.

Arriving just as the bell rang, it didn't take long for Kurt to walk gracefully through door, eyes shining and full of mirth, as he laughed sweetly. Puck actually felt his heart skip a beat at such a rare and wonderful picture, only to feel his blood start to boil when he realized that the reason for Kurt's joyful laughter was that damn trouty mouth and one of his stupid impressions.

Puck tried to compose himself, it wouldn't do him any good to be a douche to Sam in front of Kurt when the young countertenor was starting to trust him. He summoned his most charming smile, the one that always worked on cougars, and cheerios, and on Kurt too as he was finding out, and approached Kurt throwing an arm over his shoulder and slowly and smoothly pulling him away from the lemon head, without the angelic cheerio ever realizing what he was doing.

"Hi Princess, miss me?"

"Noah I just saw you not even two hours ago," responded Kurt with a soft giggle.

Sam just rolled his eyes as he walked slowly down the hall with them (there was no way he was gonna leave sweet and innocent Kurt alone with Puck if he could help it).

Puck just shrugged and said, "Well I missed you". Which made Kurt blush that wonderful pink shade that the mohawked jock was starting to love, and he couldn't help but wonder if it spread all over the cheerios sexy body. The annoyed glare that the comment earned him from Sam just made it even better.

"So Kurt, I was thinking-" Said both jocks at the same time, which made Kurt break into a fit of giggles.

Puck and Sam gave each other such an intense glare, that if looks could kill, both of them would be on the floor dead within seconds. They were so intent on trying to intimidate each other that they didn't notice when Rachel arrived only to grab Kurt ungracefully by the arm, and pull him away only to leave them with a simple "If you excuse me guys I need Kurt."

The jocks could only stare as both divas disappeared through the sea of students now crowding the hall.

With the young countertenor gone, any pretense of civility left with him, as Puck turned to snarl at his competition. "Damn it Evans, why you gotta be such a third wheel?"

"Excuse me?" Sam responded irritated. "I was talking to him first Puckerman. I was even about to ask him out before you showed up. So if anyone here is a third wheel it's you".

Puck laughed, "As if Kurt would actually go out with you trouty mouth. Just give it up already Sam, the sooner you do the sooner I can make him happy."

"I can make him just as happy, or even happier, that you I'm sure."

Puck was about to argue that there was no way in hell that Sam could do anything of the sory, when both of their phone started ringing. The mohawked jock pulled his cell out of his pocket and noticed a text from a number he wasn't familiar with.

" HOBBIT ALERT! COME TO THE COURTYARD ASAP!"

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I did. Please review and comment, they always manage to make my day a little brighter, and write faster. Next chapter will have Blaine's comeback, and a new alliance will be born.