A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the lovely reviews so far. So glad all of you haven't abandoned me. Here comes another chapter! This one is… I don't really know how to describe it. It's really sweet and romantic. Lots of fluff and some deeper meaning stuff going around in this chapter! So this is somehow an AU from "Original Song". Not my best chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it!

The morning after Puck woke up feeling disoriented. At first he couldn't comprehend where he was, but when he caught glimpse of the sleeping form, still in his arms; all his thoughts from yesterday came floating back to him. The good ones and the bad ones.

He was gonna kill him. He was gonna kill whoever hurt his… And then he remembered that too! As weird as it might sound, Kurt Hummel was now his boyfriend. He had to roll his eyes and chuckle quietly at this. It was too surreal.

He wrapped his arms firmer around his boyfriend, and gave a light kiss to his temple, careful not to wake him up. It was Sunday after all. They didn't have school, and Kurt wasn't exactly a church-goer, if he knew him right.

He felt the boy twist in his arms. Not uncomfortably, just in an "about to wake up"-way. Very slowly, he noticed Kurt's eyelids flutter open, and he was met with a couple of icy blue eyes, which now had a new light in them Puck hadn't seen the night before. How could his eyes be so alive this early in the morning? He was too amazing to be true.

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a soft: "Hey."

Puck reached out to touch his cheek, surprising himself how gentle he actually was with this boy. As if he was really made of porcelain and would break if he didn't treat him properly.

Kurt leaned into the touch a little, as Puck replied: "Hey."

Kurt stretched awkwardly and sat up in bed, getting ready to stand up and get dressed, but a couple of strong arms grabbed him playfully from behind, and a rough voice whispered in his ear: "And where exactly do you think you're going?"

Kurt let out a light squeal as he was pulled back into Puck's arms. "I was gonna get dres…"

He didn't get to say more, before Puck pulled him into a long-lasting, passionate kiss, catching Kurt off guard for a few minutes. Kurt had to give in. He lay back down and joined Puck on the pillows; their faces a little too close to go unnoticed.

Puck took in the beauty of the boy beside him. He was utterly and inwardly flawless, that boy. What the hell had he done to deserve him? He had been a total jerk most of his life.

"What the fuck did I do to deserve you?" he asked, letting his mind speak for him.

Kurt giggled and shook his head in disbelief. "All you needed to do was open up a little," he said truthfully, pecking Puck on the lips, - "And then I was all yours."

Puck shook his head, still not quite able to believe this was happening.

A long break appeared between the two, and for once it was completely comfortable and not awkward in the least. Kurt took a look at his boyfriend, who looked like he was thinking hard about something.

"What is it?" Kurt asked curiously.

Puck shook himself out of his thoughts, before deciding to be honest. "So…," he said, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at his boyfriend, - "This is, like, a secret romance, right? Secret relationship, whatever? … Look, it's got nothing to do with you, it's totally me, I'm…"

Kurt interrupted him: "Puck," he said, - "Secret or open doesn't matter to me."

Puck frowned. "Really?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes, really. For as long as I've got you…" He thought for a moment before stating: "Besides, it is not a big deal seeing as I'm still at Dalton."

Puck let out a somewhat annoyed sigh, remembering it was him who encouraged Kurt to get introduced to Dalton Academy and the Warblers in the first place.

"Oh man!" he said, making Kurt smile a little at how annoyed he seemed at that fact. It was pretty cute, actually.

"Don't take it the wrong way, baby, but is there really no way you'll be able to come back?"

Kurt shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, before answering: "Well… Not unless Karofsky gets an aneurism and decides to stop bullying me."

Puck's eyes darkened. Karofsky. He had almost forgotten about him in the heat of this fantastic weekend. Not that he spent much time thinking about Karofsky, but he crossed his mind once in a while when he was missing Kurt at school. After all, team mate or not, Karofsky was all to blame for Kurt's transfer.

He let out a somewhat angry growl, and said: "What happened between the two of you anyway? You just seemed so totally out of it a couple of days after having been spying on the Garblers."

"Warblers," Kurt replied with a sly smile, making Puck laugh, and say in a mocking tone: "Whatever?"

Kurt shrugged his shoulders, hesitating before saying: "I could've told you, but then I would have to kill you."

Puck shook his head. "I don't believe that. Seriously? What did he do? He didn't hit you, did he? Because if he did I'm gonna give him a hard time!"

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "No, he didn't hit me," he said flatly, praying to whatever he didn't believe in that Puck wouldn't push. Of course his prayers weren't heard.

"Then what did he do?" Puck prompted.

There was a break. Kurt didn't really want to answer, but he knew that if he didn't, Puck would start pushing anyway, so he said:

"Promise you won't tell anyone."

He was looking into Puck's eyes for assurance now, and Puck got instantly worried, looking back on the last time Kurt had told him not to tell anyone about something.

Still, he just looked into his boyfriend's beautiful eyes, and said: "I won't tell anyone. Promise. I just want you to tell me."

Kurt nodded. "He…," he began, - "I was walking down the hallway one day, and he pushed me, as he uses to, and I got so pissed off I ran after him, which I obviously shouldn't have done. We yelled at each other for a couple of seconds, before he…" he said the next words so quietly Puck almost didn't hear them: "Before he kissed me."

But Puck heard. He heard all too well. "He what?" he prompted, looking so confused it almost made Kurt laugh.

"What the fuck is wrong with that guy?" Puck looked like an exclamation point, - "Jesus, Kurt, no wonder you left. After what you've been through…"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I was afraid of that for a second, that's basically why I left."

Puck let out a defeated growl, but he calmed down quickly. "Look baby," he said, trying to pull off a completely diplomatic and calm tone, even though it was so not his style, - "I know this sounds weird coming from me, I'm supposed to be on your side all the time, and I am totally on your side, but you gotta believe me when I'm saying this… Karofsky, he is an asshole, but he's not that evil. He won't try to do what that… What that monster did to you, OK?"

Kurt looked at him, and nodded. "I believe you," he said, - "but I still can't go back to being tormented every single day… I mean, he kissed me. That reminded me of what happened in freshman year. I know I shouldn't let it and I actually believe Karofsky is a good person, he's just really confused, but…"

Puck interrupted him. "No, none of this is your fault, that's not what I meant."

Yet again, he leaned in to stroke the smaller boy's cheek. He took a deep breath before asking: "Babe, do you wanna go back to McKinley?"

Kurt nodded vaguely. "Of course," he said, - "If it wasn't for Karofsky, I would be back in a heartbeat. I miss you all so much."

He gave a small, sweet smile, and Puck's face softened. He leaned in to plant a kiss on the boy's lips, before saying: "Then I will do my best to get him the fuck out of your way."

Kurt gave a chuckle and looked at him as if challenging him: "And how exactly are you going to do that?"

Puck thought for a while before a grin appeared on his lips. "I don't know. But I will."

And right at that moment, that was enough for Kurt.

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Going back to Dalton Academy was hard. Especially now that Kurt knew he had Puck at McKinley. He loved the boy, and that was the problem, because even though he trusted Puck, and believed that he had changed, he knew there were a lot at McKinley that he could risk losing Puck to.

Blaine was nice. He was charming, he was great, but the feeling wasn't there. That feeling that something was completely right, as it should be. Thankfully, there was no misunderstanding there. The two of them were good friends, who were completely honest with one another. None of them wanted to be more than friends.

Kurt didn't even tell Blaine his little secret. Little? It was as gigantic as Mount Everest, but Kurt didn't really mind being in a secret relationship with Puck so far. Sure, it gave Puck easier access for cheating, but it was still so exciting, so thrilling, he didn't really give that thought much attention.

By lunch break Kurt got a message from Puck:

"Hey gorgeous ;)"

Kurt gave a content little sigh, causing Blaine to frown from the other side of the table. "What was that about?" he asked curiously.

Kurt snapped out of his thoughts. "Nothing," he said a little too quickly.

That was the worst part of it. The lying part. He really hated lying to Blaine, who had put all his trust in him. Hell, he had even told Blaine about Karofsky.

"OK," Blaine said, giving him a skeptical look. He definitely didn't believe him. Thankfully, he didn't push for more answers.

Kurt was tempted to give away a relieved sigh, but didn't dare to. Blaine wasn't stupid. Instead he just replied to the message:

"Hey :)"

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Being back at McKinley, still having Kurt at Dalton was harder for Puck than he had thought in the first place. He was sure Kurt would never cheat on him, but that Blaine kid was a bit intimidating, even though he would never admit that out loud. Actually, there were a lot of things Puck wouldn't want to admit out loud nowadays, and he secretly wondered if Kurt was truly totally cool with that. The guy was so confident it made Puck wonder if he was human and it angered him that he couldn't be as brave as he was.

But they all had flaws, and Puck knew that Kurt was very understanding of this. There was no way he would cheat on him with Blaine.

So that wasn't really the hardest part. The hardest part was not to punch Karofsky in the face every time he ran into him in the hallway. It was Monday and they all had football practice, but Puck decided to skip that. He couldn't really join in there without beating the shit out of Karofsky anyway.

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Regionals was coming up, and a couple of days before it was finally there, Puck and Kurt sat contently on Puck's bed, talking about what each other's teams were up to. It was not like any of them were spying. There was no more time to reconsider their schedule anyway.

"We're doing Raise Your Glass by Pink as a group number, and then Blaine and I will sing Candles by Hey Monday as a duet," Kurt dished, immediately registering Puck's frown at the mention of Blaine's name.

"Ooo," Kurt teased, giving Puck a flirtatious look, - "Am I detecting a little jealousy?"

His smile was adorable enough to instantly put a smile on Puck's face as well.

"Oh, you detect a lot of jealousy," he said, trying to be serious, but failing horribly, making Kurt laugh.

"Nothing to be afraid of. It's not like Blaine has what you've got anyway."

Puck gave Kurt a look as if he wanted to know more now. "Is that so?" he teased, - "Then what doesn't he have?"

"Oh no, I'm not going there!" Kurt nearly exclaimed, - "Won't let you become too full of yourself."

Puck couldn't answer. As extremely, awkwardly cheesy as it sounded, he was too busy taking in his boyfriend's encouraging beauty. Instinctively he put his arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, not unlike the way he had that night they got together.

Kurt had gotten used to that by know, knowing it meant his boyfriend just wanted to cuddle the shit out of him. And he was in no position not to let him. He snuggled closely, leaning against his boyfriend for comfort. Puck wrapped his arms around his waist.

They just laid there in silence for a few moments before Puck asked Kurt: "Wanna go to Breadstix?"

Kurt hesitated a bit. He tried not to show how surprised he was by the comment. Going to Breadstix wasn't exactly a big deal for neither of them, but having Puck and Kurt going to Breadstix together would only serve to make people wonder if Puckerman really was practicing for his coming out-speech.

"Seriously?" Kurt asked. He probably could have come up with something much cleverer if he had the time, but he didn't bother.

"Seriously," Puck said, by his voice alone making Kurt turn and look him in the eyes.

"But Noah," Kurt said, his voice almost a whisper, - "People…"

"OK, first," Puck said firmly, but it was apparent he wasn't annoyed - "You can call me Puck if you want to, it's sort of become my name, and second, I don't care. I gotta step out of my comfort zones sooner than later. For god's sake, you taught me that!"

Kurt gave a sweet smile and pecked Puck slightly on the lips, before nodding. "OK," he said, and got up from the bed.

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Seated at Breadstix, the secret couple didn't say much to each other. It was a completely comfortable silence settled between them, around them. Both of them were lost in their own little worlds, but their eyes were occasionally locked on each other.

Instantly, obviously without any conscience thought behind the action whatsoever, Puck reached out and touched Kurt's arm slightly. Kurt was wearing a shirt with sleeves that exposed the lower half of his arms.

By the touch, he shivered a little, and locked eyes with his boyfriend, who didn't take his arm away. Leaning in, Kurt whispered nervously: "Sure you wanna do this Puck, people might see…"

"I don't give a shit about people," Puck whispered, his voice so sexy it made Kurt shiver a little more violently. Puck noticed the reactions of his boyfriend's body and they didn't fail to turn him on.

"You're quite hot, you know that?" Puck asked, taking his arm away, only to lightly touch his hand instead, keeping his sexy voice present.

Kurt took in a deep breath, comprehending what his boyfriend had just said, before shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah right."

"Right," Puck confirmed instantly, - "Come on, you're not the self-conscious type, might as well admit it if it's true. I've no problem admitting I'm hot."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's because it's pretty true." He gave a chuckle.

"Oh, really?" Puck sounded mock-impressed, - "So it's not because I'm a selfish asshole?" He seemed quite satisfied by that realization. "That's what you would've said a month ago."

Kurt took another deep breath. "That's because one month ago I had no idea how caring you really are."

Puck scoffed. "Caring? First time anyone's said since my sister was, I don't know, born."

"Really Puck," Kurt said, now caressing his boyfriends hands, making him look straight at him, realizing there were only old people no one knew in the restaurant anyway, - "I never really got to thank you properly for caring so much about me, about my…" he hesitated, - "situation."

The last word was spoken a little more whispered than the previous ones.

Puck grabbed Kurt's hands tighter, resisting with all his might the urge to bring them to his lips.

"What else should I have done?" he asked casually.

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know," he said, - "You could chose to forget about it, tell me I probably wanted it, or just think I probably wanted it and walk away… But you didn't."

"I couldn't do that," Puck said simply, - "I'm not stupid. That guy, that… monster deserves to get his miserable private parts, which can't do anything but fuck minors, removed with a blunt kitchen knife."

He had brought his eyes away from his boyfriend's to their hands while talking, occasionally tightening the grip on the smaller boy's hands as his voice became more aggressive. When he was done, he looked up again, expecting a somewhat shocked or scared expression on his boyfriend's face. He didn't find that. He only found an impressed and somewhat touched expression.

"Sorry," he prompted.

Kurt shook his head. "No," he said, - "You're right. You just put words to what I have been thinking but not dared to be conscious about for the past years."

He chewed a bit on his lower lip, thinking, before saying: "You know, if he against all odds turns 100 years old, you and I are gonna stand outside his prison and make sure he won't see the sun ever again."

Puck was impressed as well now. He had always seen his boyfriend as a very delicate, diplomatic, forgiving person, but this side of him was new, and it didn't fail to turn him on.

"Wow," he said, licking his lips, not failing to reveal how enchanted he was by the boy in front of him, - "Didn't think you had it in you, Hummel."

"I have my moments," Kurt smiled.

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The New Directions were doing original songs for Regionals. Puck hadn't told Kurt anything about that, not because he was afraid his boyfriend would reveal the secret to The Garblers… Warblers! Shit, he had to learn to get names straight.

The reason he hadn't told was because he had wanted it to be a surprise. A pleasant surprise. Sure, Rachel's mediocre ballad about her and Finn's collapsed but in her mind still alive relationship was just so-so. But "Loser like Me" would secure them not only Regionals, but Kurt's still growing love for them, he was sure of it.

Yes, he was a little pissed at his fellow Glee-mates for not having reached out to Kurt enough before he left for Dalton Academy, even though deep, deep, DEEP down inside he knew he had no right to feel that way.

First of all, he had been the one to convince Kurt to leave in the first place, and second, he hadn't exactly stood up himself. What had he done actually? He had stood there, afraid of having to go back to Juvie, and then he had admired Kurt distantly.

That was what he had done. So really, he had no reason to be mad at his friends, but still, it was hard not to. At least, he had stood up to Karofsky and the other football guys in the locker room in the aftermath of Kurt's exit. Twice, actually. The first time caused him a beating and being locked inside a public toilet for twenty-four hours. That was pretty heroic, right?

The second time was during the McKinley Superbowl remake, when he had come up with a pretty epic speech about that they were "so afraid of being called geeks or losers or gay that they settled for being nothing". That was pretty epic, come to think of it.

He wondered what Kurt would think of that? Maybe one day when he was slightly drunk or something he would tell him. Or he could brag about it, either way. They'd see.

The show was starting in half an hour and Puck still had a moment to talk to his boyfriend before it started. He found him sitting at the bottom of a stairway. He looked a little out of place to say the least.

"Hey," he said a little softer than he used to, - "The matter?"

Kurt looked up, obviously pleased by what he saw. "Hey," he said, his voice a little hesitant, - "I'm so nervous I think I'm gonna throw up any second. I've never sung a solo or a duet in front of an audience before…"

Puck found the entire deal nothing short of adorable, and he sat down beside Kurt, putting his arm around his shoulder, making sure no one was there to see.

"Come on, you'll do fine. I've heard you sing, you're amazing."

Kurt shook his head. "I'm gonna mess up. Big time. I know it. Just like…" He thought for a moment, trying to remember the last time he messed up badly during a performance, and decided to go with the easy explanation: - "Just like when Rachel and I did "Defying Gravity" last year."

"Shut up," Puck said friendly, - "We both know you blew that note on purpose."

Kurt looked at him surprised, never in his life he would've guessed Puck knew about that. He considered asking how the hell he knew that but he let it down. Sometimes Puck just knew stuff about him.

"You're gonna kill it, Kurt," Puck said, caressing the smaller boy's neck, making him lean into the touch, reminding him of a kitten, - "I can't remember a time where you messed up a note unwillingly, and I know that you can't either."

Kurt had to laugh at this. "OK," he whispered, allowing his head to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder for a minute, - "I can do this."

Puck took a deep breath, no longer able to resist planting a soft kiss to the top of Kurt's head. "You can," he confirmed, - "You can do anything, Kurt."

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Later that night it was confirmed that yes, Kurt Hummel could probably do anything. He and Blaine sang "Candles" by Hey Monday perfectly, and if it hadn't been a break up song that they were singing, Puck would have felt just a little jealous.

But he didn't. Because he knew that while Blaine was a great friend and somehow a mentor to Kurt, he would never have his heart like Puck did.

Also, Kurt seemed indeed pleasantly surprised at "Losers like me". While the song carried some sense of a Sue Sylvester anti-tribute, it was, at least from Puck's point of view, also a Kurt Hummel tribute. A tribute to what he had been through, or better, to what he had been so strong to go through on his own.

But only Puck knew that Kurt had the ability of getting through way worse stuff than that on his own. His admiration for the boy was everlasting. He wished that he one day could be as strong and brave as he was.

Maybe he could work on that someday. But for now, the only thing he needed to work on was getting Kurt back to McKinley without it seeming too obvious that the two of them were secretly dating.

And that would take some doing.