A/N: OK, so don't hate me! I had a hard time writing this chapter, and I know I promised some of you that it would be done a week ago, but I couldn't make it. I'm sorry! Anyway; here it is, and I hope you like it. Oh! And one more thing: English isn't my mother tongue, so please be nice, OK? Love y'all! Constructive critique is highly appreciated, though.

Fine, so he missed Kurt a little bit, what's the big deal of it all? He could get over that easily. He was Puckzilla for Christ's sake; he just had to figure out something else to do.

It had dawned on him that he and Kurt weren't really close. Of course, everyone would be capable of seeing that. Even Brittany didn't have a problem in that apartment. He knew as well, but he hadn't come to terms with it yet. Them not being close equaled them not seeing each other very often. Puck had to realize that, the sooner the better.

So, in order to get over Kurt, he had to find someone to help him get over him. And that someone happened to be Lauren Zizes. Hell, she would be easy, and besides, it was Valentine's, anything was possible. It was tough times. Almost everybody had dates on Valentine's, except for him… And Rachel… And Mercedes… And Kurt. Don't think of him! Santana didn't either, actually, but he couldn't cope with her right now. She was way too much responsibility. He needed someone that he could get fast and easily.

However, that was easier said than done. Lauren Zizes was anything but easy to get, and she never missed out on an opportunity to let him down. Hell, was he even doing this? How the hell did he become this person?

Kurt still stayed at home, in the Hudmel household. That wasn't the problem. Even though Dalton was located miles away, Kurt lived at home. Puck didn't really know how he did it, but he figured the boy just needed some connection to what was familiar to him, even though his life had been changed dramatically the last few months. For the most part, it had been changed for the better, Puck assumed.

The problem was, however, that Puck and Kurt weren't exactly friends. The only thing they could possibly have in common was Glee club. Hence, they didn't exactly hang out after school. Still, Puck tried to become closer to Finn again, just so he had a good excuse to see Hummel more than he would if he wasn't friends with Finn.

Also, Puck actually got together with Lauren, eventually, and those two got together on a date at Breadstix, where they were having a blast with pretty much the rest of the Glee club on Valentine's Day. However, the fact that Breadstix was the cheapest place in town and that all his friends were going there, wasn't the only reason Puck picked Breadstix that day.

The Warblers were performing there tonight, and with The Warblers, came Kurt Hummel. Gosh, he looked so freakishly adorable. That soft, gentle voice, those beautiful features. Hell, he shouldn't be thinking about him… Oh, whatever… He just looked so fucking doable, he hardly could contain himself.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lauren's voice stung through his conscience, and he realized he'd been caught staring. Lauren's voice wasn't exactly of the romantic kind either, and that nearly frightened him. She wasn't one you would like to end up in trouble with. Santana was one thing, but Lauren was, if possible, even scarier.

That was also the moment he realized he hadn't only been caught staring, but that The Warblers were done singing. Instinctively, Puck had to answer any other name than what really came to his mind, so he just blurted out what was second best: "Santana!"

Lauren shot him a death-glare, and said slowly: "Screw you."

And by that, she got up and left. He didn't really bother running after her. He had to see what Kurt was up to. He was sitting by a table talking to Mercedes, Rachel and… Blaine. Puck's first instinct was to join them, but that would be a little weird. Blaine probably wouldn't mind, but Kurt, Rachel and not to mention Mercedes would probably figure out something was wrong faster than you could say "breadsticks". He had to wait.

After having waited for an amount of time that lasted much longer than Puck was comfortable with, Kurt stood up and walked outside.

"I'm just gonna take some fresh air," he said politely, as he walked out.

Not that Puck was any good at seeing people's feelings or some shit, but he realized something was wrong with Kurt by the way he… He didn't really know, by his attitude? Was that what it was? Yes, that was what it was. His attitude. Right.

Kurt was heading for the door, and it was time for Puckzilla to strike.

He didn't even care about bringing his coat, even though it was freezing outside. He could suffer.

"'Sup Hummel?" he asked. Thankfully, he had left his cigarette package in his pocket, so he didn't seem totally lost. Like he had some other purpose of being there.

Kurt turned around, apparently surprised by the sudden approach, and even more surprised by who was approaching. "Noah?" he asked, as if he couldn't really believe what he was seeing.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." Why did he never figure something smart, or at least original to say?

Luckily, Kurt just chuckled, and faced the ground a little bit, as if both being embarrassed and figuring what to say at once.

"Nah, I never wear anything out."

Puck took some time to figure out what he meant, but then he laughed. Not because it was particularly funny, but because he and Kurt freaking Hummel were having a fucking conversation underneath a starlit sky on fucking Valentine's Day and everything was fucking beautiful and what the hell was he on today?

They stood like that for a moment, both trying to figure out something to say, when Puck realized what he had come for.

"You OK, man?" he asked, surprising himself how casual he actually sounded as opposed to how he felt on the inside.

Kurt shrugged innocently, before shaking his head slowly. He gave a shy smile, before answering: "No, not quite."

Puck frowned a little, and asked: "Then, what's wrong?"

Kurt looked at him questioning, as if wondering if he really wanted to listen. Why did nobody believe he was interested in their problems? Oh, right. Because he was kind of a jerk (No offense, rang Rachel's voice in the back of his mind).

He felt the need to explain himself. "Look, if you wanna… talk or whatever, I can… You know, listen. I know things have been hard for you at McKinley and shit…"

"It's not that," Kurt interrupted, shaking his head, as if telling Puck to forget about it.

"Then what is it?" Puck asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Nothing," Kurt said, before changing the subject: "Besides, that stuff will kill you."

Puck rolled his eyes, but gave away a chuckle nonetheless. He ignored Kurt's comment, and asked him with as much sincerity as he could manage: "Seriously, dude. What's wrong?"

Kurt shook his head as if excusing himself or something, before he said: "It's silly…"

Puck expected having to force the boy into giving further explanations, but Kurt suddenly said: "I feel so stupid."

Another tiny chuckle was given by the smaller boy, however, this one sounded sad, almost broken. Puck couldn't help but put his sympathetic face on. Before pushing further, Kurt spoke:

"It's Blaine."

Puck's eyes darkened. "Did he hurt you?" Fuck, why had he gone all Mr. Instinctive Protectiveness on him all of a sudden? That was so not who he was.

Kurt gave him a skeptical look, but he quickly let it go. Hell, this wasn't the first time Puck had acted weird. Besides, not that he had spent much time with him, but his friends had told him, and he had somewhat experienced, that after Puck had come back from Juvie, he had almost been… kind? Sweet, even. Was Kurt about to experience that too?

"No," he said truthfully, - "He didn't hurt me… He's great actually…"

"Then what is it?" Puck prompted again, not wanting to give up on this for whatever weird reason.

"I just… I misunderstood everything. I thought that…" Kurt stopped himself, burying his face in his hands for a few seconds, before looking up at the taller boy again, - "It was a few days ago, Blaine told me he liked someone and wanted to… I don't know, let him know… And I thought the person he liked was me."

"And it wasn't?" Puck asked, hardly believing it. He might've been straight as a ruler… (Shut up, being attracted to one guy didn't make him gay… Did it?), but even he could see that Hummel had a lot of appeal on him.

Kurt shook his head. "No," he whispered, wiping his eyes for a moment. Puck wasn't really sure if he was actually crying, or if he just did it as a gesture just in case there were tears. Whatever it was, Puck suddenly had the urge to wrap the boy in his arms and just hold him… Woah! Where did that thought come from?

"That sucks," he said, and he immediately felt like an idiot. There were a thousand, more wordy (even for him) things he could've said, but everything that came out appeared to be 'that sucks'. Clever, Puck, clever.

Kurt nodded and then gave a light shrug that Puck found nothing short of adorable. "Oh well," he said, shaking his head, - "I should've predicted something like this would happen… With all the bad luck I've had lately, how could I possibly think that someone like Blaine could be interested in me?"

"Don't say that," Puck interrupted, not really thinking.

Kurt's eyes shot up instinctively. "Why?" he asked shortly, - "It's true."

Puck thought for a minute, looking for something to say, before he took one hesitant step closer to Kurt. What the hell was he doing?

"Kurt, he doesn't know what he's missing out on."

Kurt's eyes softened a bit, but he still didn't look like he could quite believe that Puck, Noah Puckerman, the boy who had been after him (and not in a good way) since elementary school, now stood here telling him he was… a catch or something?

Puck grinned slightly when he figured Kurt was blushing. "Hummel," he said, really meeting his eyes for the first time that evening, - "Seriously. He'll come along. If not, he's a total idiot."

Kurt gave a slight chuckle, and his cheeks turned even redder. They just stood like that for a while, enjoying each other's company, both feeling a little better than they did at the beginning of that day.

After that short break, it was Kurt's turn to step closer to Puck. If possible, he was even more hesitant, not entirely sure if nice!Puck was really happening yet.

Puck got lost in the countertenor's icy blue eyes for a second. God damn, the boy was beautiful. He had the most heavenly features Puck had ever seen, and the illumination by the street lights only served to complement those features even further.

"Thanks Puck," Kurt suddenly said, a sincere smile appearing on his lips, - "I have really misjudged you. You're a great guy, actually."

Puck could feel his own eyes widen a bit. Had Hummel really said that? But Puck had been an asshole to him forever.

"You're not bad yourself, Hummel," he grinned, and Kurt smiled a little wider, cocking his head to the right a little bit.

"I guess not," he joked.

Puck rolled his eyes. "Don't let the flatter get to your head, now."

He waited for a second, really taking in the smaller boy's beauty once more, before letting out a hand. "We're cool then?"

Kurt nodded and shook his hand. Really, all Puck wanted was to take Kurt in his arms and hold him forever and never let him go, but he couldn't do that. Instead he just smiled as he heard Kurt's voice say: "Yeah, we're cool."

Noah Puckerman and Kurt Hummel left Breadstix in a happy state that day. It didn't matter that Blaine maybe didn't love Kurt the way Kurt loved him, and to Puck it didn't really matter that Kurt would never feel for him the same way that he did.

It didn't matter. They were cool. Call that progress.