A/N: So this chapter has some Furt brotherly love going on, and to be honest, I cried while I wrote this chapter, because I am such a crybaby. Anyway; here's the next chapter! I've been sick, so I think it's pretty good to be written by a sick person who doesn't have English as her mother tongue or even lives in an English-speaking country. I went to England once, for four days, but that's the amount of my life that I have spent in an English-speaking country. Anyway, here's my slight AU from "Funeral"!

It was the second time in two weeks that Puck had woken up in Kurt's house. He had happened to do that a lot lately, for various reasons. Not that he minded. Not at all.

The night before had been spent pretty quietly after the big shocker prom queen announcement. It had started with Kurt crying in Puck's arms in his car, followed by a quiet car ride back to Kurt's place. They had gone out, and sneaked into the Hudmel household as quietly as they could without waking anybody up, and down to Kurt's basement.

Puck had no idea of knowing how any of the Hudmels hadn't noticed that he had spent the night in Kurt's bed three times already, but be it.

Kurt had been sitting on his bed crying silently while Puck had taken a shower, and Puck knew something was up, seeing as his boyfriend didn't even react as he stepped out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

Puck wondered about that as well, come to think of it. He didn't know why, but he got more and more sure that Kurt would soon be willing and ready to have sex with him, and the more sure he got of that fact, the closer that day seemed. But he wouldn't push. Not in a billion years would he push. Puck was just glad he could be his own sex-fixated self around his boyfriend without causing any tension… Other than sexual, perhaps.

When he had come out of the shower he had immediately joined Kurt on his bed. He had wrapped an arm around him and planted light, gentle kisses to his cheek, all the while tasting salty tears that kept falling from his eyes.

"You looked stunning tonight you know," Puck had said, but Kurt had shook it off.

"What's wrong with me?" he had said defeated, - "I should've known I couldn't dress like this at school."

"Kurt," Puck had said sternly, - "You looked amazing. Breathtaking, really. You were so amazing it threatened them and they had to bring you down. Don't you see that?"

Kurt hadn't answered. He had just lain down on his pillow, mumbling that he wanted to go to sleep and that Puck could go if he'd like.

Puck had shaken his head and told him that he was staying. Kurt had just tucked himself under the blankets, pulling his knees to his chest and Puck had gotten up, walked shamelessly into Finn's room (thankfully he wasn't home yet), grabbed a pair of sweatpants he never intended to return and lain down with his boyfriend, pulling him into his arms. Despite how devastated it made him seeing his boyfriend so sad, he loved the feeling of just protectively cradling him in his arms. It was like he belonged in his arms, that's how perfectly he fit in there.

And now he was lying there, when the clock had barely struck 8 a.m., having his boyfriend resting his head on his chest. He turned slightly to look at him. He still had tear streaks on his face and Puck gave a heavy sigh. He wished so badly that this encouraging pain his boyfriend was being constantly exposed to one day would end. One day soon, he hoped.

Just as he held that thought, the door knocked. Puck tensed, for whatever stupid, instinctive reason, he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend as if to protect him. Damn, he had turned into a paranoid loser because of this guy and why didn't he care?

"Dude, you in there?" an extremely tired voice asked, and it only took Puck the third of a second to realize it was Finn. He let his head fall heavily back on the pillows, defeated. This would never be good… Wait a second. It's Finn at 8 in the morning… He wouldn't even be able to comprehend what was happening… Wait. Why was he knocking on Kurt's door at 8 in the morning?

As if he was a mind-reader, Finn said, or rather murmured: "My sweatpants are gone. Have you seen them?"

Puck had two choices: One, he could wake Kurt up and let him handle the situation, which was the most reasonable and thought-through thing to do. And two, he could take a chance and see if Finn would even be skeptical towards him being in Kurt's room. Hell, Finn was his best friend, and some risks he needed to take in this relationship.

Besides, Kurt looked so peaceful and content, Puck just didn't have the heart to wake him up. What the fuck was wrong with him? When did he become this person? Oh… never mind.

He slowly got out of bed, reached for the door and opened it. What the fuck had he been smoking?

Quite right, Finn stood in front of him, all dressed up in his tighty-whities. That was so not a sight Puck needed at 8 a.m. Just because he liked guys like Kurt, didn't mean he liked dudes like Finn. Ew… A shudder went down his spine at the thought.

He regarded his best friend's face, and a shocked look appeared on the taller boy's face. "Puckerman, why are you wearing my sweatpants?"

Puck's confusion was so enormous he didn't have the ability of answering. "What?" he asked.

"My sweatpants. Give 'em back. I need them."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Are you seriously asking me to take off my pants in front of you?" he whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" Finn asked groggily, apparently changing the subject really quickly.

"Because I'm seducing you," Puck mocked, - "What do you think? Not to wake Kurt up, of course."

For a moment Finn looked like he had been struck by lightning (got the reference?). He was just regarding his best friend with wide eyes.

"Dude, were you in bed with my brother?" he asked, sounding like this was way too much for him to handle in the morning.

Puck contemplated what to say for a moment, before the world's brightest idea appeared: "He was upset yesterday, I took him home and we crashed here. Big deal?"

Finn frowned. "No… I mean… I don't think so." To be frank, he looked like a ginormous question mark.

Puck looked at him, contemplating whether or not to say what he thought about saying: "I bet you don't want me to sleep in the same bed as your brother, wearing nothing but my boxers, do you?"

Finn looked confused and decided to avoid the question. Instead he decided to become Lawyer of the Year and responding to the question with a question: "Dude, what's been going on with you and Kurt lately?"

His tone was so serious Puck didn't even think of lying to him. Finn continued: "Look, I know this isn't my place, but you're my best friend and he's my brother and I just wanna know if there's any funny business between you, alright?"

Puck took a deep breath, chewed slightly on his bottom lip in a nervous manner, before finally asking his best friend: "Can you keep a secret?"

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"So how long have you and Kurt been going at it?"

Finn and Puck had sat down by the kitchen table. Burt and Carole weren't up yet. It was nearing 9 a.m., and Finn had finally come to terms with the new fact he had been learning. It took him three bowls of cereals and a large amount of coffee to get there, but shit was finally making some sense to him.

Puck figured best thing from now on would be to just stay completely honest with his best friend. He was thankful his reaction hadn't been rapid or impulsive, like he had expected. It was rather calm and mature, especially for Finn.

"Since…," Puck contemplated for a long while how to put it, - "Since I was at your place playing video games and you ran off with Quinn."

Finn let out a brief sigh. "I don't know what to do about her anymore," he said, as if this was about him. Still, Puck was glad he decided to change the subject a little bit.

"It's Berry, huh?" he asked.

Finn nodded, dragging his hand across his face in defeat. "Yeah," he admitted, - "I don't know, I'm just still not over her."

Puck nodded thoughtfully. "You'll figure it out, dude," he said, and Finn just shrugged.

Finn went back to the main topic again: "If you hurt my brother, you'll die."

He had a dopey grin and Puck gave a relieved sigh at how well this was actually going. "Wouldn't dream of it," he said. He thought for a while before asking, not really sure if he wanted the answer: "How long have you been suspicious?"

"Since you stood up for him when I didn't," Finn answered immediately. Puck grinned slightly.

"Thought so."

PKPKPKPKPK

Thankfully for Puck, Finn didn't tell anyone. He kept his mouth shut, something Puck was eternally grateful for even though he would never admit it out loud. After their conversation in the kitchen, Puck had gone up to Kurt's room again, woken him up and told him he had to run. Last thing he wanted was for Mr. Hummel to start asking a lot of questions.

Kurt had sat up in his bed as Puck explained that Finn now knew everything, and by the world 'everything', the boy went hysterical. "What do you mean everything? Puck, are you insane? He can't know what happened to me, it will send him to jail…" and Puck had to hush him down and tell him that Finn didn't know about any of that.

Kurt had calmed down at that, and started asking in that tender, caring voice of his if Puck was ok with this, and Puck had assured him that everything was fine. He should just go back to sleep.

It was as hard leaving Kurt that morning as it always was.

So no, Finn didn't tell anyone. Besides, the next week had much more to offer than news about Puck's sexuality either way.

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The week started with Jesse St. James joining the New Directions just to help Mr. Schuester with the Nationals preparations. Puck and Kurt were seated contently beside each other, listening to Jesse going on and on about how Finn had no talent and while most of the guys in Glee Club were better singers than him, Mike Chang could at least dance. "You kind of sing and dance like a zombie who has to poop," he said, causing Puck to crack up, leaning against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt couldn't help but laugh either, but he at least tried to stay subtle about it. It didn't go unnoticed, though; Finn's head snapped behind him, and he gave the two a death glare, as if threatening to reveal them right then and there. Wisely, they shut up.

When Glee was finished that day, Finn was the first one to storm out of the choir room, seeming quite angry. Kurt looked concerned after him, and Puck gave him a look. "Think it upset him?" Kurt asked.

Puck shrugged. "Nah," he said, - "Finn's tough, it's OK."

Kurt wasn't so sure, so he got up from his chair and stormed after Finn in the hallway, having Puck following him, not so storming.

"Finn!" he yelled after his brother.

"What?" Finn spat, a little angrily.

"What's the matter?" Kurt asked a little more softly, pulling off a more mature persona. "Is it what Jesse said?"

Finn turned around, walking towards his stepbrother. When he was standing a couple of meters from him, he said: "Yeah, it is. You happy?"

He turned, about to walk away again, but Kurt stopped him. "Finn, wait," he said.

Puck had reached them now, but he stood a little more contently in the background, watching the scenario between the two brothers.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, throwing his arms out a little, - "Is that what you want to hear?"

Finn turned around again and took a deep sigh. "Why did you laugh, Kurt?" he asked, - "Puck I'd expected but you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know it would affect you like this."

"Well, you should," Finn yelled, - "The other week, when you were getting all that crap about sleeping with Sam… That hurt you. How would you feel if I started laughing back then?"

"Hey dude, that's different," came Puck's comment from the background.

"What the hell do you have to do with all of this?" Finn asked, before changing the subject: "Wait… How is that different?" He sounded annoyed.

"Drop it Puck," Kurt said softly, almost begging.

Puck shrugged. "Fine."

"No," Finn said, sounding a bit more concerned now, - "How is that different? Tell me! How is that any different than that Jesse kid coming in right before Nationals just to ruin my self-esteem?"

Kurt sighed deeply. "Not now, Finn," he said, - "I'll explain later." He said the last sentence, knowing that Finn wouldn't even remember this when they came home.

Finn looked confused, but then he just shook his head. "I have no idea what this is about," he said, - "But fine."

Kurt sighed relieved when Finn walked away.

Puck came up from behind him. "Planning on telling him?" he asked.

Kurt shrugged. "Nah," he said, - "He won't remember anything by this afternoon anyway. He has a very bad memory."

"I'm not so sure," Puck said, - "He seemed kind of worried about you."

Kurt turned around and gave his boyfriend a content smile. "Just because you spend all your time worrying about me doesn't mean everybody else do the same," he said, causing a chuckle out of Puck.

They walked down the hallways for a while, careful not to touch each other just in case, even though it was hard not to. "I think you should tell him," Puck said. Kurt looked at him. "I know," Puck said, - "It's not my place to have an opinion, but I think Finn would be better off knowing what happened to you."

Kurt frowned. "You think?" he asked, as if his boyfriend was totally insane, - "Have you met Finn? He probably doesn't even know how a guy can be raped by another guy, let alone how it actually goes down. I would have to go to detail just like I did with you, and doing that with him would just be awkward."

Puck shrugged. "Your call," he said, - "I just think you should."

"Well, you're wrong," Kurt said stubbornly, walking away from his boyfriend in the hallway.

Puck just let out a defeated sigh. He knew his boyfriend would come around eventually.

PKPK

Kurt entered his house that afternoon, slamming the door shut in the process, heading for his room, but stopping himself as he heard Finn's voice calling for him: "Kurt?"

His voice wasn't calling or naïve as it usually was. It was rather calm and collected, and that scared Kurt a little.

"Yes?" he asked, trying to sound as natural as possible. Damn, what if Puck had been right?

"I need to talk to you," Finn said. Kurt figured his voice came from the kitchen, so he went there. Finn was seated by the kitchen table, not eating anything, which was very odd for Finn. He was just folding his hands contently in front of him.

"I've been thinking about what you and Puck said," he explained, - "And I know it's stupid but I kind of got worried."

"Why?" Kurt asked, still trying and failing to sound casual.

Finn shook his head, shrugging. "I don't know," he said, - "Brotherly instincts, maybe."

"Well, you're not my brother by blood, so that makes absolutely no sense," Kurt said, knowing he was maybe a little too harsh.

Instead of seeming offended or hurt, Finn just offered Kurt to take a seat. Kurt sat down across the table. They sat there in silence for a while, a bunch of thoughts flowing around in Kurt's mind, contemplating whether or not he should just tell him. Part of him wanted to.

"I know what you want to know," he said, and Finn looked up. Kurt continued: "You wanna know why I acted so strangely two weeks ago."

Finn shrugged. "Yeah, I'm a little curious," he said.

Kurt took a deep breath. "First you have to promise me not to tell anything to dad and Carole."

Finn frowned. "Is it that bad?"

Kurt let out a sigh. "Just promise, OK?"

"OK," Finn said.

Kurt nodded, inhaled sharply and said: "In freshman year, something went down…" He kept staring at his own hands while talking, - "My dad had this regular costumer who seemed interested in me."

Finn frowned, obviously not realizing where this was going yet. "Interested in you? How old was he?"

"Middle-aged. About forty I guess, but that's not the point."

Finn looked grossed out.

"God Finn," Kurt said shakily, - "I don't know if you're ready to hear all this."

"Forget about me, Kurt," Finn said more firmly than Kurt had ever heard him.

Kurt nodded. "OK," he said, - "One day on my way home from school, he arrived by my side in his car, asking me to take him to the nearest gas station. I know it's stupid but I went with him, and as we arrived at the gas station, he… Brought me out of the car, took me to the basement, where he raped me. I was too young and naïve and afraid to do anything."

Kurt's eyes were shining with unshed tears. Finn looked at him with his mouth hanging open. He opened it and shut it a couple of times, before Kurt said: "Please, say something…"

Finn got up from the table slowly, breathing heavily now. "I think I need some air," he said, running towards the terrace door, opening it and running outside.

"Finn!" Kurt yelled after him, not unlike the way he had did earlier that day.

Finn was standing out on the terrace, still breathing heavily. He looked like he was either going to be sick or beat someone. Maybe both.

"Finn," Kurt said calmer as he approached him on the terrace. Carefully he put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "It's OK," he said, looking up at the much taller boy. Finn didn't look at him. He had his eyes drawn to the road as if there was something there to get his senses back together.

"I couldn't do anything to stop him," Kurt said silently.

Finn looked at him now. "Where's my baseball bat? I'm gonna kill that guy and I'm getting the entire football team with me!"

He ran inside the house again, heading for his room, apparently being serious. Again Kurt ran after him. "Finn, stop!" he said firmly, - "Finn, get back here!"

He was standing in the living room, reminding Finn of his mother for a few seconds. He didn't dare doing anything but what he was told when Kurt was in this state, although he would never admit that to a living soul.

He went down to the living room, approaching Kurt. "Sorry I freaked out," he said.

Kurt smiled carefully. "It's OK," he said truthfully.

"How many people know?" Finn asked.

"Just me and Puck… And the guy obviously."

Finn nodded slowly. "Where's the guy now?"

"Prison," Kurt said, - "Won't get out before sixty years have passed. Sexual conduct with several minors."

Finn gave another short nod. Then he brought his hand to his forehead as if getting nauseous, and sat down in one of the chairs, looking up at Kurt.

"How did Puck react?" Finn asked.

Kurt gave a sad smile. "He was angry beyond belief of course… But mostly he was just devastated."

Finn took some time to process it all, before asking: "He ain't been pressuring you into anything?"

"Not at all," Kurt said immediately, - "He says everything's gonna happen on my permissions."

Now it was Finn's turn to give a sad smile. To be honest, that didn't quite sound like the best friend he knew, but he had a feeling Puck was as protective of Kurt as he was of his sister, and that was saying something.

"He loves you," Finn prompted and Kurt chuckled quietly.

"Yeah guess so," he said with a small shrug.

Finn let out a frustrated sigh. "What did he do? Puck… When you'd told him."

Kurt thought back to the night they got together. A content smile rested on his features as he said: "It was the same night we got together. When I told him I was so afraid of what he would think. I still had that feeling it was partly my own fault. And he made me sure it wasn't, and then he just held me until we fell asleep."

"Wait…," Finn said, - "Why would you think it was your fault?"

"Because…," Kurt began, but he couldn't finish, - "Nothing," he said, - "You wouldn't understand."

"I'm not that stupid, Kurt," Finn said, - "I know none of this was your fault, no matter what."

Kurt walked over to another chair and sat down. He took a deep breath. "He made me come," he said, his voice shaking a little, - "That's why…"

He was looking at his hands again, still not quite able to get rid of the guilt. He was waiting for some dumb questions or judgmental fraises from his brother.

It took quite a while before Kurt heard Finn's voice, barely above a whisper: "Oh, Kurt…"

He looked up, meeting his brother's eyes. Finn's voice carried nothing but comfort in it, and it touched something within Kurt to know that he had his support.

"You can't blame yourself for that," Finn said, - "Hell, guys arrive too early all the time, that's the same thing." He paused. "Or," he said, - "Not the same thing, but… You know, it's similar… It's not something you can control."

Kurt smiled a little wider. He now had two sources confirming the opposite of what his rapist had tried to intoxicate his mind with. Two sources that were more experienced than himself and less twisted than the opposite source.

"Thank you, Finn," Kurt said. There was a break before he said: "I'm really glad you're my brother."

Finn got up from his chair at that moment, making Kurt get up as well. Then he walked towards his brother, and wrapped him into a somewhat awkward but mostly loving hug.

Kurt relaxed into his brother's arms. "So am I," Finn said, rubbing his back a little, before both of them broke apart.

"You know," Finn said, - "I would usually offer to make you something right now but all I know how to cook is mac & cheese and I know that's not really your thing."

"Forget about it," Kurt said, - "I'll gladly have mac & cheese with you."

Finn revealed his dopey grin and Kurt was glad to see it back on his face. "Awesome," Finn commented.

They walked back to the kitchen. Kurt sat down by the kitchen table while Finn started making mac & cheese in silence. Kurt knew he was going over everything he'd learned that day in his head and he decided to give him the peace he needed. When the food was ready, Kurt asked softly: "Still promise you won't tell anyone?"

Finn looked hesitant before nodding. "Yeah," he said, - "I can do that."

Kurt nodded, taking a bite of his mac & cheese. God, he hardly ever had junk food but when he did, it was amazing. "Thank you," he smiled.

He was rather satisfied by how well this had gone down after all. He still didn't think Finn needed to know, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable when he did. Suddenly he came to remember Puck, and he immediately felt bad. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and messaged his boyfriend:

"Sry about everything. I told Finn and he's the best brother ever! U were right."

The answer came almost immediately:

"I'm always right ;) Glad everything's good, gorgeous. 3 u."

Kurt let out a content sigh. Life was beautiful.

When the two brothers had finished their meals and Finn had taken it upon himself to wash the dishes before their parents came home, his phone vibrated.

"You have friends," Kurt prompted.

Finn chuckled. "Mr. Schue," he chuckled, - "Wait, what does he want?"

He read through the message and his eyes suddenly got some sadness to them.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked from the table, standing up and walking over to Finn.

"Read," Finn said, handing Kurt his phone. The message read:

"Hey guys. Just wanted to tell you if Sue's been acting a bit strange this week, it's because her sister passed away yesterday. Found out today at work. So just try to be nice to her this week, even though it might be difficult. See you all tomorrow. – Mr. S."

Kurt's eyes got wide for a second. "Oh my god," he whispered. Not that he and Jean were close. He had never met the woman, for god's sake, but having lost his mother at an early age, but not so early he didn't understand what was going on at the time, he had this sore spot for deaths. Also, Jean had been Sue Sylvester's only weakness along with Becky Jackson.

"Finn?" Kurt said, turning to his brother who had started on the dishes.

"Hm?" Finn asked.

"We need to go see coach Sylvester tomorrow."

Finn looked somewhat confused, but when his brother was determined about something, it was hard to let him down.

"OK…"

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Kurt and Finn met up at coach Sylvester's office the morning after, before first period. After a somewhat long conversation, especially to be in her office, the three of them agreed on that not only Kurt and Finn, but the entire Glee club was gonna help out with Jean's funeral, seeing as Sue couldn't handle dealing with it herself at the moment.

They presented this idea to the Glee club, and was met with a lot of disagreement, especially from the lovely being of Jesse St. James who had the nerve to say: "When someone dies, it's a tragedy but it's also a part of life", to two people who had lost one parent each.

That comment hit something in both of the two boys and they were determined to do this, regardless of Jesse's comments.

Jesse and Mr. Schuester had together come up with the lovely idea of having auditions on who's the best performer of the Glee club, and then who should get the solo in the Nationals championship. Not all of the Glee club members had decided to participate in that competition though. Finn was still a bit shaken by Jesse's comment, Puck was just rooting for Kurt anyway, Mike Chang couldn't sing to save his life, Tina went completely and totally unnoticed by Mr. Schue (seriously, he apparently didn't even know if she was still alive) and Jesse did her no better justice, Brittany had a problem understanding what an audition was, Quinn was determined to focus on her relationship and she couldn't care less about who got the solo. Everyone knew it was going to be Rachel anyway. Artie knew there was no way Jesse St. James would give the solo to a kid in a wheel chair, Lauren Zizes didn't bother, Sam wasn't really one for solos, besides he had a family to take care of. In other words; the ones to try out were Kurt, Rachel, Santana and Mercedes.

Santana did a passionate, wonderful performance of "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to cheer for her, no matter how great she was. He was sick and tired of never getting a solo, still after having been told by Mr. Schue that the group needed him and that he could "literally do things that no one else could".

Jesse St. James apparently let her down as well, because he could hear her saying: "I'm about to go all Lima Heights." And her going all Lima Heights was never good news. He had to admit it; if she got all that hype from that glorious performance, he wondered what he was gonna get.

"This doesn't look good," he whispered to Puck, who stood contently beside him before he was about to go on stage. Santana came out from the stage.

"What are you two babying each other for?" Santana asked them, as Puck leaned over to whisper to Kurt that it would be fine. He was rooting for him. Oh that was right. Santana knew. He kept on forgetting that.

"It's gonna be great," Puck said, as Kurt walked on stage. Damn, his ass looked fantastic in those pants! He considered walking out into the auditorium just to get a closer look, but he figured he saw everything he needed right from where he stood.

Damn! That was the only content thought in his head. He was sure that whenever he got to tap that it would be worth the wait.

Kurt did a remarkably great version of "Some People" from some musical Puck had heard him mention once back in sophomore year but he hadn't really listened. For fuck's sake, Kurt had been in his cheerios uniform while mentioning it. Get the distraction?

Puck could hardly believe his own ears as he heard Jesse's feedback. Girl songs this and not nailing it that… What the fuck? Thankfully Kurt didn't look sad or directly upset, because if he did, Puck might have had to grab the microphone and kill Jesse with it. And why didn't Schuester do anything about this? Hadn't Kurt handled enough hype about his sexuality as it was? Oh shut up, this was what all of this was about, after all!

Kurt just looked rather pissed off, gave Jesse his best bitch glare and walked off stage, true diva style. His ass still looked fantastic. Focus!

"You OK?" Puck asked as Kurt approached him.

"OK?" Kurt asked, - "I'm freaking fantastic of course! Come on!"

He grabbed Puck by the arm and led him to the choir room with him. It must've been quite a hilarious sight. Kurt with his famous bitch-walk and Puck slumping after. Damn, the boy was fast. And holy hell! He couldn't stop staring at his ass.

"You're kind of hot when you're pissed off, you know that?" Puck told his ass.

"Sure," Kurt said, dragging Puck along with him, approaching the choir room.

"Jesse St. James totally Jesse St. Sucks!" Kurt said as he entered the choir room with Puck hanging in tow.

Puck had to chuckle at his play with words. "He says I shouldn't be singing girl songs!" Kurt complained, "I make my living singing girl songs"

And he did a god damn great job at it to, Puck thought, looking back on the hot and fantastic performance he had witnessed a minute ago.

Mercedes had apparently had enough of this, which made Puck quite relieved, seeing as if she wasn't in the heat of anger she would probably wonder why the hell her best friend was holding hands with Puck. Rachel probably secretly wondered as well, but she was too busy practicing to care.

She ran up on stage to perform "Try a Little Tenderness," and came back after five minutes, outraged by yet another of Jesse's degrading comments. Puck and Kurt couldn't do anything but tell her that she probably did great.

Rachel was next, and all of the people in the choir room probably knew what praise she got from Jesse. When she came back with a ginormous smile on her face they all knew they didn't have to ask.

They all, minus Puck, had to sit down in the auditorium, only to get the message that Mr. Schuester would take a couple of days to figure everything out, to great displeasure from the students.

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Finn and Kurt had agreed on meeting up at the nursing home to sort out Jean's stuff with Sue Sylvester, but Sue was rather burdened by everything, so she just told them to toss everything out, "it was all junk".

After a short but intense discussion Kurt and Finn got to know that the only reason Sue Sylvester really agreed to the Glee Club planning funeral in the first place was because she wanted a full house, seeing as she was afraid no one would come.

The funeral went perfectly. Coach Sylvester seemed touched, and when the ceremony was done, Puck and Kurt had agreed to clean everything up. They had placed all Jean's stuff along with her casket, but they had left it in the chapel as they carried the casket out.

As they were standing there, coach Sylvester suddenly came in, looking solemn. "Where's Frankenteen?" she asked, trying to keep up her characteristic attitude.

"Um…," Puck began, - "He's out in his car. Needed to talk to Q about something."

Coach Sylvester gave a short, understanding nod, before explaining: "I just thought I should come here and get Jean's stuff after all. You both were right, Porcelain. These are a lot of memories."

Her voice cracked a little, but Puck and Kurt pretended like they didn't notice.

"Sure," Kurt nodded, - "Take whatever you want."

Sue nodded and walked over to the altar, silently picking up all the things she needed. "Want us to help you get this out in your car?" Kurt asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, that would be great," she said, her voice shaking.

They both nodded and got to work. They walked in silence to Mr. Schuester's car. Sue apparently drove with him. As soon as they had gotten all her stuff inside the car and said goodbye to her, they caught eyes on Finn who sat silently in his car, crying.

Without exchanging a word, the two boys walked towards the car and got into the backseat without a word. "Dude, what's wrong?" Puck asked, - "Where's Quinn?"

"We broke up," Finn said, wiping a tear away angrily.

"Oh my god," Kurt said, laying a hand on Finn's shoulder comfortingly.

"Yeah, that totally sucks, man," Puck said, feeling rather awkward, seeing as he was usually the main cause of Finn's break-ups. Not this time though.

Thankfully, Kurt was the one to break the tension: "I know something to make this better."

"What?" Puck and Finn said united, betting their balls that Kurt had no clue what he could do to make Finn better, seeing as Kurt and Finn didn't really have anything in common.

"An action movie night. Just us three."

OK, so maybe they were wrong and would have to live without testicles for the rest of their lives.

"Awesome," both of them said. They seemed like fucking twins right now.

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The action movie night lasted for "Braveheart" and the first half of "The Godfather", before Kurt had fallen asleep, his head resting in Puck's lap and his feet resting in Finn's.

Puck ran his fingers gently through Kurt's hair. He looked so peaceful and adorable while sleeping.

"How come his feet are so small?" Finn asked, looking down at the boy's feet.

"They're not so small, yours are just very tall," Puck told Finn matter-of-factly.

"He's a really small guy though," Finn said worried.

Puck shrugged. "At least he's so fragile," he said, - "He appears so breakable." His hands were still constantly running through the boy's hair, and one of his fingers gently passed his cheek. His skin was so smooth and warm. He leaned in to kiss him softly on the cheek, leaving a "mwah" sound in the process.

"But he isn't so breakable after all," Finn said, and Puck nodded. "Nope," he said.

Both boys exchanged a look, the action movies leaving the urge to gather the whole football team, plus the hockey team, plus Santana, plus Lauren, and get them all some baseball bats and go all middle-age on some certain, prisoned forty-year-old rapist's ass.

None of that was mentioned with words, but they were both having the thought and they both knew it. That was what made their friendship so special.

"Thanks for taking such good care of my brother, man," Finn said.

Puck nodded. "Yeah," he said with a grin, - "He's lucky to have us."

Finn rolled his eyes. His best friend always said the most touching things. Or not really.