A/N: So here's the chapter for the Prom Queen episode. Lots of drama! Please enjoy and review!

Puck woke up, a bit disoriented. He still got a hit of reality as he realized he was in his boyfriend's bed, with his boyfriend, still sleeping contently at his side. Puck didn't have the heart to wake him up, so he just joined him back on the pillows for a while, not caring to check what time it was. It could be midnight, it could still be afternoon, it could be almost morning, but Puck didn't care. He wrapped his arms slowly around his boyfriend, still careful not to wake him up, and nuzzled his neck for a bit, before trying to sleep again.

It was a lost cause. He didn't know why, but there was something about the way Kurt looked when he was sleeping that only served to make Puck want to watch him for the rest of his life. He looked so peaceful. He was a quiet sleeper, only soft breaths coming from him that could only be heard if you were very close.

His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks which had a slight blush to them. Puck resisted the urge to kiss one of them. Kurt shifted after a while, turning against Puck, snuggling closer to him, wrapping his arms around him. "Mmmm," he moaned softly. The next words were more like a murmur but they made Puck want to pinch himself just to see if he wasn't dreaming as he heard them: "Love you so much…"

He didn't bother resisting the urge anymore; he just leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Kurt twisted again and his eyes started fluttering vaguely. Suddenly they were wide open, resting on Puck and Puck couldn't do anything but get lost in them. They were so big, bright, so beautiful and so innocent.

"Morning," he said and Kurt gave a sweet smile.

"Good morning," he answered, snuggling closer. Puck didn't complain.

"Did I wake you?" Puck asked.

Kurt shook his head. "No, don't think so."

Puck smiled. "Good," he said. There was a pause before Puck asked: "How are you feeling?"

Kurt smiled vaguely. "I'm good," he answered, pulling his boyfriend into a passionate kiss. "You mean so much to me," he simply said.

Puck gave a soft sigh, wondering how he would be able to tell the boy how much he meant to him as well, but as extremely, annoyingly cheesy as it sounded, there really were no words to describe. It was cool, though. He was sure Kurt knew.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Puck shrugged. "Don't know."

"Shit!" Kurt muttered as he got up from the bed, running over to his desk where his phone was located. He let out a relieved sigh when he realized it was only 3:12. His father wouldn't be home in a couple of hours.

"How much is it?" Puck asked, grinning stupidly at how adorable his boyfriend was.

"3:12," Kurt smiled and stretched, yawning.

Puck nodded and watched very subtly (shut up, he was an extremely subtle person when it came to glaring… shut up!) as his boyfriend stepped out of his pajamas and dressed himself. He simply loved how Kurt's clothes were always so tight and form-fitting. They embraced his body perfectly in every single way, in all the right places. Kurt had long since put the pounds he lost while Karofsky was bullying him back on track. And Puck loved every single thing about him.

Kurt suddenly looked at him. "What you did in there… In school today," he said seriously.

Puck gave him a gesture to go on.

"I love that you did that for me, but people will start spreading even more rumors about us, about you now."

Puck gave a content sigh at his boyfriend's always so caring behavior. "Baby," he said, walking up to the smaller boy, planting a sweet kiss on his lips, - "Don't worry about it. I think the rumors will stop now anyway, now that Sam reacted so harshly."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully. "I think you might be right," he said, smiling.

"I think I am right," Puck answered, ruffling his boyfriend's hair.

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There had to be something wrong with Jacob Ben Israel. Had to be. He seriously had the balls to stand there, right up in the face of one Noah Puckerman, cross-examining him about some weird rumor that was going on around the school. And the worst part was, believe it or not, not what Puck had been ready for: "Are you gay?", it was: "Is Lauren Zizes the lead of your relationship" or "Are you whipped by Lauren Zizes?" or some weird shit only Jacob Ben Israel could come up with.

Seriously, the guy never seized to shut the fuck up about anything.

Puck was a little worried about the prom king and queen results, that being said. He actually really needed the prom king title, now more than ever, before the rumors started that he was dating Kurt. He stopped to think for a moment.

He was dating Kurt. That was still the weirdest, yet most amazing fact of the universe. Total proof opposites attract, and they still managed having the best kind of chemistry.

Puck knew deep down inside that he shouldn't care so much about his popularity, but he needed it now more than ever, just to save his ass. He certainly didn't want to be outed at school.

He was grateful to have Kurt these days. Even though Kurt would love it if Puck didn't care for popularity, he realized the boy had his reasons, and he respected them. Puck had no words how grateful he was for that, and when he one day had told Kurt how grateful he was for his patience, Kurt had just shrugged it off like it was nothing and said: "Well, it's a small price to pay seeing how much you've done for me lately."

Puck knew there was a billion arguments he could raise against that statement, but he didn't bother. Kurt wouldn't have it.

The week before prom went surprisingly fast. So fast neither Puck nor Kurt even got the time to realize what was going on with their fellow Glee club members and their preparations for prom, even though Kurt had hung out with the girls the other day, looking for prom dresses. He had basically been the judge as to whether or not the dresses fit them.

Kurt had also noticed Mercedes being a little off about not having a date for prom, but by the mid-week, it seemed like Rachel and Sam had taken care of it.

As for Kurt, he didn't have a date either, and at some point he really contemplated not going, but all the girls, and later Puck had convinced him otherwise.

"But what the hell will I be doing there anyway?" Kurt had asked his boyfriend when they were alone after gym.

"You're kinda sexy when you're frustrated," Puck commented.

"I'm serious, Puck," Kurt said, - "I don't have a date, what will I be doing there?"

"Dance with Brittany," Puck chuckled at the thought. He was in an awfully good mood today.

"Seriously, Puck."

Puck let out a sigh and pulled his towel together and put it in his bag. "Here's the deal, Princess," he said, making Kurt blush completely against his will at the old nickname, - "Zizes knows everything that's going on between us, remember?"

Kurt nodded slowly, not really wanting to think about the kiss that had been shared between her and Puck. He'd forgiven his boyfriend for whatever happened, that wasn't it, but she still made him sort of uncomfortable. But hell, she made everyone uncomfortable!

"So," Puck continued, moving closer, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waste, leaning against his boyfriend, his lips brushing against his lips as he whispered in a sensual voice, - "That means I will be paying a lot of attention to you."

"At a prom? At McKinley? In front of your homophobic team mates from the football team?"

Puck chuckled. "When we're with them we can just hang out casually. And then we can go outside for a while or have some heated make-out sessions at a bathroom or something."

Kurt wrinkled his nose at the thought of the men's room, but his boyfriend's promises were too sweet for him to comment. He looked at him, smiled and nodded. "OK, I'll go," he said.

Puck leaned back and gave him a quick kiss. "Awesome."

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During the rest of the week Puck was busy trying to help Artie get Brittany back, which was doomed to fail. She was hopelessly devoted to Santana, anyone could see that. Even Artie, even though he would still not give up.

Santana's Bullywhips group was paying off like never before, and Puck was confused by the bizarreness of Kurt having Karofsky following him wherever he went. He could deal with Santana, but he pretty much still wanted to punch Karofsky's face off whenever he saw him.

Friday at school, however, Kurt approached Puck at lunch and sat down by his table. "'Sup, babe?" Puck whispered, careful not to let anyone here, but still so seductive Kurt started shivering slightly.

Kurt just shrugged casually, though. "Karofsky apologized just now," he said, with a confused facial expression.

Puck's eyes widened remarkably. "What?" he could only ask.

Kurt shrugged. "I don't get it either."

"What did he say?" Puck asked, - "Did he, like, mean it?"

Kurt looked him. "You know," he said, - "I think he really did. He started…" he paused, - "Crying and apologized to me for what he did."

He gave a shrug again.

"You forgive him?"

Kurt looked straight at him. "Yes," he said, - "Yes, I forgive him."

It was apparent he had made up his mind. Still, Kurt expected some frustrating looks or warnings from his boyfriend or at least some reasons why he shouldn't forgive his former tormentor, but the response Kurt got was unexpected:

"Have you forgiven me?"

Kurt looked at him and for a moment he looked like the most confused creature on Earth. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

Kurt rarely threw any nicknames at Puck, only when he thought his boyfriend was being insane. Now was definitely one of these moments.

Almost looking angry, Puck nearly yelled out: "Look, we both know how I treated you in the past has been a huge elephant in the room since we got together!"

Worried, Kurt glanced across the cafeteria, and when he noticed no one had probably heard, he took the time to take in what his boyfriend had said.

"Puck, that doesn't mean anything." He wanted to sound casual but he sounded more passionate than he had meant to.

"The hell it doesn't," Puck argued, - "I was a total ass to you before I joined Glee. And I joined in sophomore year, which means I was a total dick to you throughout your freshman year."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, I had much bigger problems to deal with in freshman year anyway."

"Exactly," Puck muttered.

Kurt looked at him and frowned. "What did you say?"

"I said exactly," Puck said, nearly yelling again, - "It's not fair, Kurt." He took a break to think of what to say, before he spoke up again: "Look, we both know I'm not the kind of guy to apologize for the shit I've done, but I'm really sorry. OK?"

Kurt's shoulders sank a little, and he fell back slightly in his chair. He shook his head, stating: "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"You forgive me or not?" Puck asked, looking right into his boyfriend's eyes this time.

Kurt leaned forward again, placing his arms on the table, having them so close to Puck's they were almost, almost, touching.

"Of course I forgive you," he said, - "That didn't mean anything. I've been used to that kind of treatment since elementary school, it's fine."

Puck sighed and nodded. "OK, good," he said, - "I was just… checking."

Kurt gave a soft smile. "OK," he said.

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Puck and Kurt were at Puck's place, getting ready for prom. Puck had in reality offered to give Lauren a ride, but seeing as she apparently was an independent woman who could get to the prom all by herself, Puck decided to spend some quality time with his boyfriend instead. Besides, he could use some advice on his outfit.

Kurt had, for whatever reason Puck couldn't really comprehend, decided to wear a kilt. "Finn stated it was like gay 'Braveheart'," he had explained.

"Way to go, taking fashion advice from Finn. I thought your standards were higher than that," Puck had commented, but Kurt knew he was joking.

And Puck really was. Hell, the boy was working the kilt like no one else could. Puck only said a silent prayer that he wouldn't get in trouble for his rather flamboyant outfit. He knew it made him a pussy, but he just couldn't handle seeing his boyfriend hurt any more than he already had.

He didn't have the heart to make Kurt aware of the dangers, though. He just couldn't disappoint him. He looked so proud of his outfit, after all, he had every right to, and he seemed so happy, Puck just couldn't.

Besides, if anyone were to make fun of him, Puck would have his back. He didn't even hesitate to have his back anymore. That was as natural as the air they breathed.

So therefore he just gave his boyfriend a light kiss, saying: "You look gorgeous, baby", before checking him out and making a comment: "You have really hot legs by the way."

Kurt blushed at this and it was the most adorable thing ever. In that exact moment, Puck was angry because he didn't have the guts to even take his boyfriend to the problem. He wanted to bring the issue off, but he was well aware of the fact that if he did, it would totally ruin the mood.

He did have a lot of flaws, but when it came to Kurt, he for once in his life wanted to do something perfectly right, with no flaws attached, as far as that was possible.

Puck had gone for casual; black shirt, black pants, with a white jacket. "You look really hot too," Kurt commented.

Puck grinned. "Always," he teased, making Kurt roll his eyes.

They didn't have a lot of time at the Puckerman household before they had to go, both in Puck's car.

"What do we say when people see we arrive together?" Puck asked, making Kurt grin at his cluelessness.

"We will just say that there was something wrong with my car if anyone asks," he smiled.

Puck nodded. "Cool," he said, - "I promise I won't leave you hanging all night. This night's gonna be great for both of us."

Kurt believed him.

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They arrived at prom, noticing to their relief that there were a very few people outside and those who were didn't seem to care that Puck and Kurt arrived together. They did, however, react slightly to Kurt's choice of outfit, but they didn't make a comment. He had showed up to school in way more attention-drawing clothing through the years.

Besides, it was apparent to everyone that Puck and Kurt had grown a lot closer lately, and they were afraid to comment because they knew that a glare from Puck could mean the death of them. That way they were both safe, at least from the less intelligent part of the student body, who didn't quite know how the blackmail process worked.

As they entered the gymnastic hall, the prom had already started. People were dancing already, paying attention to each other. Only some people glared vaguely at Kurt and Puck, but they were too busy minding their own business to care to make a comment. Both Puck and Kurt were grateful.

When they had reached the middle of the floor, and made themselves as comfortable as possible, as well as having put on their 'casual-hanging-out'-façade, Puck realized he had to go get ready for his performance. He was, as lame as that sounded, going to sing "Friday" by no other than Rebecca Black, with Sam and Artie, and he had a feeling it would be an… interesting experience.

"Look, there's Mercedes," Puck said to Kurt, - "Go hang with her. I'll be right back after my performance."

Kurt smiled widely, wished his secret boyfriend good luck and went to sit by his best friend.

"Hi 'Cedes," he said, noticing something was up with her, - "Is everything OK?"

She smiled weakly, and looked at her best friend. Then she shrugged. "Yeah, I guess," she said.

"Don't lie to me," Kurt said immediately.

Mercedes shook her head. "I don't know," she said, - "All this time, ever since my crush on you went downhill," she gave Kurt a fierce look, - "I have convinced myself I don't need a boyfriend or a date…"

"But it's still lonely?" Kurt asked.

She nodded. "Yeah," she said. There was a break before she started speaking again: "Can you keep a secret?"

Kurt nodded. "Sure," he said. He happened to be very good at keeping secrets.

"I've had all these feelings lately," Mercedes explained, - "For Sam, and I know there's no chance in hell he will ever return those feelings, but…"

She shook her head. "Forget it," she said, - "You wouldn't understand."

Kurt was going to argue, but then an announcing voice beat him to it, and yelled something about Puck and Sam and Artie performing "Friday" by Rebecca black and "let the party begin", so Kurt, sad to say, started enjoying his boyfriend's hotness instead. I mean, how could you not?

When the song was done and Rachel took the stage, Puck jumped right off stage and practically ran, possibly a little too obviously, over to Kurt and Mercedes' table. "Hey Kurt," he said, a dreamy look resting on his features, which put the most skeptical look ever on Mercedes' face. "Aretha," Puck grinned, and Mercedes rolled her eyes at the nickname.

Despite everything, Kurt gave his boyfriend a stern look. Puck shrugged and threw out his arms in a "what the fuck did I do?"-gesture.

Kurt turned to Mercedes, smiled and said: "You look incredible Mercedes. Now, go ask Sam to dance. He won't say no."

"Totally," Puck broke in, as Mercedes and even Kurt had forgotten that he was even there, - "He's totally into you. He was checking out that fine booty of yours all the time while performing."

Kurt's look turned if possible even sterner, but as Puck leaned in, whispering so lowly and hoarsely Mercedes had no chance of hearing anything, saying: "You look extremely hot too, you know.", his look disappeared quickly.

Mercedes shrugged. "I don't know guys," she said, - "But thanks anyway."

She took a deep breath. "Now, go have fun," she put on a somewhat fake smile, - "I'll keep my eyes on Sam."

Kurt rose up hesitantly and followed Puck wherever he was going. He stopped in his tracks after having been walking a few meters. "You sure, Cedes?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure," she smiled.

As they walked off, apparently heading for the hallways. Rachel started singing "Jar of Hearts," and Puck asked Kurt: "Think she knows anything?"

Kurt chuckled. "Don't know," he said, giving his boyfriend a sly smile, - "Maybe. But she won't tell anyone."

Puck nodded. "I know," he said. It was weird. All his life he had been living in this bubble, not being able to trust anyone, but now he felt like the entire Glee Club had his back no matter what he decided to do. It was a nice feeling getting used to that actually.

They approached the hallways as Puck suddenly attacked Kurt's neck with kisses. "Are you drunk?" Kurt nearly yelled, but he was far from complaining. He could feel Puck shake his head against his neck. "Only drunk on you babe," he mumbled between the kisses, and Kurt blushed as he remembered where he had heard that before.

Kurt grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. "I'm really glad we're an item now," he said, and Puck let out a heavy sigh and smashed his lips against the smaller boy's.

"Me too," he breathed heavily, as he treated his mouth as his property. Kurt gave into the kiss as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Puck lifted Kurt up a little, letting his hand move over his thigh. He looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "Tell me to stop and I will," he said.

Kurt shook his head. "Just continue," he said, as Puck continued rubbing his thigh, not letting his hand go further.

They were interrupted by Lauren who stood still in the hallway beside them all of a sudden. She coughed as lightly as she could. "They're announcing prom king and queen now," she said as if she didn't really care, - "Don't wanna miss your crowning, Puckerman."

Puck let go of Kurt, whispering: "Damn", in the sexiest voice Kurt had ever heard. Lauren just gave a crooked grin, probably satisfied of having seen two guys make out in the hallway of the rather lame and ordinary school.

When they walked into the gymnastic hall again, Puck patted Kurt's back as comradely he could when he had been sucking his neck off a few moments earlier, saying: "I gotta be with the nominees now. Be rooting for me, alright?"

Kurt nodded. Would he ever! Puck really was the sex shark of McKinley High and now he had happened to tame him just a little. What was more fantastic than that? Kurt looked back at the moment in the hallway, realizing he actually knew he wanted to go further with Puck. Maybe not now, but he had a feeling that day would be soon.

"And the 2011 McKinley high prom king is…," Mr. Figgins began, causing a breath-taking silence among all the students. That was probably the first time they had all been silent at the same time.

Kurt let his eyes wander from his boyfriend, who looked rather happy with himself up there, to Mercedes, who was now standing… in the arms of Sam! Kurt smiled widely at her, and she held her thumb up. Sam smiled at him. Kurt still appreciated how Sam had never made any sign of being uncomfortable around him.

Kurt started looking for Finn and Jesse, but they were nowhere to be seen. He didn't pay much attention to that; he was rather paying attention to Figgins who held the crowd waiting for an awfully long while.

"Noah Puckerman!" Figgins suddenly announced, and Kurt jumped a little too high for it not to be suspicious. The crowd was cheering as Puck went up and took his crown, wearing his perfect "I own your asses"-persona. Kurt almost had to roll his eyes had he not been so freakishly hot… And if he hadn't known how wonderful he was on the inside.

"And now," principal Figgins announced, - "The 2011 McKinley High prom queen is…"

Another silence appeared and Puck gave Lauren an assuring nod. They had this in their pockets. Santana stood proudly, giving Quinn a triumphant look and Quinn was as hard to read as always.

Kurt figured he couldn't really care less who became prom queen, even though he was rooting for Lauren. She knew there secret and she wouldn't try anything with his man.

Kurt looked up at principal Figgins, and saw that he had an odd facial expression. He didn't look like he was comfortable. His face was as made of stone.

Figgins opened his mouth slowly, the stone face present on his face, as he announced: "Kurt Hummel."

Kurt blinked rapidly a couple of times, before he slowly let the reality sink in. A thousand thoughts went through his mind, although it was hard to say if they were really thoughts or instinct reactions. A lot of them were questions. "How?" "When?" "Why?" "Who?" Everybody, he decided. Everyone had been a part of this. They were to fucking scared to say anything to his face, so they had to do it anonymously.

It hurt more than it angered him though. He knew this had nothing to do with his outfit, or with anything he could change at all. This had to do with his sexuality. That wasn't something he could control. A single tear rolled down his cheek, and he didn't even bother wiping it away. He noticed all eyes on him, but he was a little too out of it to care.

He didn't know for how long he stood there, motionless. But he knew that he reacted when he saw the shocked look on his boyfriend's face as he motioned for principal Figgins, that coward, to hand him the queen's crown.

"Gimme that," he mouthed.

Figgins looked hesitant but even he was threatened by Puck's appearance. Kurt had no idea what Puck was about to, but he was surprised as Puck walked up to the microphone and snapped the queen's crown in two. Then he spoke: "Fucking. Cowards."

The crowd was still motionless. Kurt's facial expression changed a bit, along with the hurt and the humiliation Puck could see in his eyes, he now also found some admiration deep down inside, and he continued: "Yeah," he said, - "That's what you are. Cowards. Let me ask you a question, and I want an honest answer or I will find every single one of the guilty here and I will let them pay…"

His voice was so threatening it even scared Kurt a little. Puck continued: "Tell me: What has my boy… Kurt Hummel. What has he ever done to you?"

There was a silence and for a moment it looked like Puck was about to throw the mike stand across the room and leave it at that, before one of the jocks spoke up: "Come on, Puckerman," he said, and Puck gave him a death glare. The jock was stupid enough not to care: "You're not defending the fag, are you?"

Puck's eyes widened a bit. "OK," he said, nodding a bit, - "So that's what it is about, then? Well, fuck you all."

He looked across the room for some assistance. Most of his fellow Glee Club members had their eyes on Kurt, sympathetic looks resting on their faces. Sam looked at the jock, apparently ready to beat his ass if the opportunity stroke.

Puck looked behind himself for a moment, not finding Santana or Quinn there. They were probably upset because they weren't elected prom queens or some stupid shit like that. He couldn't care less at the moment. Only Lauren stayed, also looking ready to beat some asses.

"That what it is about," Puck continued, - "It's about Hummel being gay."

He shook his head in disbelief. "Are you seriously that stupid? Do you think he chose to be gay or something? Do you think that if he could avoid the humiliation and the hatred he is faced with for being who he is… If he could change that, don't you think he would do it?"

"Oh I get it!" the jock spoke up, - "You're a faggot yourself, aren't you Puckerman?"

Puck felt the urge to snap at him or just storm off stage and beat him to death, but his mind beat him to it. He had to be clever now. Therefore he just rolled his eyes. "That what you want me to say, huh?" Puck asked, totally playing his mind, - "That Hummel and I," he pointed between them, realizing the admiration in Kurt's eyes had grown wider, - "Have some secret relationship thing going on?"

The jock went silent. Perfect. He didn't really believe that. "Well, fine," Puck said, - "You'd probably get off on that anyway. We'd like you to join us of course, but even I have higher standards than that."

Puck stood silent for a moment. "Fuck you all," he said, as he calmly stepped off stage, heading for the spot where Kurt stood.

The crowd was silent for a while more, before Sue Sylvester broke out of her stoned posture, and gave a firm but probably heartfelt applause. She looked over at him and while her face was as emotionless as always, she gave him a wink as if to say he did a great job. Then Lauren and Sam followed, clapping almost at the same time. Then along went Rachel, just to create some drama probably. Mercedes, Artie, Brittany, Mike and Tina followed after, and then finally Mr. Schue and Coach Bieste.

Both Puck and Kurt knew that their approval was all he needed for now.

Puck looked into his boyfriend's eyes and said: "Let's get you home now, huh?"

Kurt nodded, and Puck knew he wanted to say a lot of things, but that he probably wasn't really sure how to put his words.

It was OK. Puck had patience.

A/N: So, I really wanted Kurt's great comeback as it was in the episode, but this kind of went better with the story. You will get the aftermath of this event in the next chapter. Hope you all liked it!