A/N: Okay, so here comes the Asian F chapter. I know there was a lot of "controversy" whether or not Mercedes' behavior was understandable or not in this episode, and in my opinion it absolutely was. She's had to fight for solos ever since the first season, and all Schuester has ever done is give the solos to Rachel, even though we can agree to disagree on the fact that they are equally great singers. So my point of view here will be a little different from what was showed in the episode, where Mercedes was portrayed as the selfish bitch who only thought about herself, while Rachel was the innocent victim.

Like I said, here we also get to see how Puck and Kurt deal with their auditions, and what happens once they get the results for those.

About the Choke episode: It was good. Loved the amount of Puck in it, though I would personally not mind seeing some Kurt in their bro moments. Also, Puck isn't usually what I refer to as 'my baby' but as I saw that F on his paper or how he talked about his dad, he actually was. I really want him to graduate… Yeah, I'm surrounded by Puck feelings now…

Okay, so maybe booty camp wasn't so bad, come to think of it. After all, it allowed Puck to stare blatantly at his boyfriend, as he danced around, for once, sweaty, in what was for him, very little clothing.

So no wonder he on Monday afternoon actually had a giant smile on his face during booty camp. Chang was also a pretty cool dance coach, once he let his condescending behavior down. Puck was happy, Kurt seemed rather happy, though very concentrated, while Schuester was definitely not happy.

Mostly, Puck thought, because Mercedes had showed up half an hour late to booty camp, and probably also because of some relationship issues Puck really didn't want to get into.

"I don't get it, though," Puck said to Kurt after booty camp.

"Get what?" Kurt carried a sweet smile on his face and he was a little out of breath.

Trying to resist the irresistibleness of his boyfriend, Puck replied: "Who else are they gonna find for Tony?"

Kurt shrugged. "Someone manlier than me. Some guy from the Cheerios auditioned yesterday."

"And the manlier one was from the Cheerios?" Puck answered, holding back a laugh.

"Seems so," Kurt said, his smile a little sadder. Puck wrapped his arm around his shoulders and gave them a light squeeze.

"They're stupid."

"Ms. Pillsbury, Coach Beiste and Artie?" Kurt asked, a little confused.

Puck seemed hesitant. "Well… When it comes to casting," he said, causing a chuckle out of Kurt.

"When are you auditioning for Bernardo?" he asked his boyfriend.

"This week," Puck said, with a light shrug.

"You not nervous?" Kurt asked.

Puck shook his head vaguely. "Not really," he said, before giving his boyfriend a concerned look. "Your audition for the officer thing…?"

"Officer Krupke," Kurt smiled.

"Whatever? … This week as well?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah," he said, - "But come to think of it, if I was too feminine for Tony, I don't see how I can possibly pass for Officer Krupke."

Puck gave him a sad, though comforting smile. "You'll nail it." He knew he'd been wrong last time, but hell, the boy was fucking talented. Did that take so much recognition?

Kurt seemed a little too concentrated today, by the way. It seemed like he had a lot on his mind, so Puck threw his arm back around his shoulders.

"What's up your sweet little ass today?" he asked, and Kurt swore that only Puck could say that and having it almost be adorable.

Kurt let out another small chuckle, and then he shrugged. "Nothing… I guess I just have a lot on my plate. The audition, senior class president…" He sighed. "Just having a bad day."

Puck nodded vaguely. "Wanna talk about it?"

Kurt started packing his stuff. "I hate saying no, but…," he said, and Puck shrugged it off.

"It's alright," he said, before cocking his head in the exit's direction, - "Now, let's get outta here."

PKPKPKPKPK

As they approached the parking lot, they were met by Mike. "Hey guys," he said. They noticed he was just standing casually outside the school, not really appearing to have any destination in his mind.

"'Sup Chang?" Puck asked, not really going anywhere with the question, as he stalked towards Kurt's Navigator.

Mike just shrugged, but just as Kurt stopped a bit in his tracks with a somewhat sympathetic facial expression, he allowed himself to ask: "Could I… um…"

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked.

Mike shrugged again. "Just wondered if I could get a ride home? My dad's kind of pissed at the moment."

Without further questioning for either of the two, Kurt said 'sure' and allowed him a seat in the back.

"Am I too harsh with you during practice?" Mike asked, with a small smirk on his face.

Puck scoffed. "Yeah, right. Don't flatter yourself."

Mike gave a laugh and they drove for a few minutes in a silence that Puck broke: "What's up with your dad anyway?" Daddy issues were pretty much his territory. He somewhat lived there.

Mike sighed. "We're fighting a lot. College stuff. He thinks I'm on drugs."

Puck frowned. "Then he should meet me," he laughed.

Kurt rolled his eyes, and looked at Mike through the mirror. "Why would he think that?" he asked.

"I got an A- on my chemistry test."

"Dude, you got an Asian F?" came Puck's blunt remark.

Mike rolled his eyes as well as he wondered how the hell Puck knew that was called an Asian F. Puck quickly came down from his cloud though, and asked: "But seriously… He thinks you're on drugs just because of that?"

Mike hesitated. "He might be exaggerating, even for him," he said, - "He also blames Tina."

That was even more confusing. Tina's grades were perfect, as far as they were concerned. "Did she have an aneurism?" Puck asked.

Mike looked confused. "Not that I know…," he said, even more hesitant than before.

Puck let out a sigh. "Well, in that case, he has nothing to worry about."

Mike shook his head. "I just don't know what to do, you know."

Kurt nodded sympathetically.

"I mean… What would you do?" Mike asked.

"Assuming the dilemma is dancing or Harvard University…?" Kurt asked.

Mike nodded.

"Follow your dreams," Kurt said with a smile, - "Do what you want to do. In the end he has nothing to say."

"Totally," Puck agreed, - "You killed it back there!" He cocked his head backwards, as if pointing to the school.

"I wish it was that simple," Mike said.

They approached his house, and Kurt smiled encouragingly. "It will be," he stated.

As they drove for a while more, Puck looked to Kurt, and said: "You know… I'm kind of nice when I'm with you."

PKPKPKPK

Puck had football practice later that day, and he was more than a little surprised when Coach Beiste decided that he, Shane and Azimio, the asshole that he was and would always be no matter what, were picked out to dance in West Side Story. Puck was somewhat cool with that; he figured even being a part of the play would lead to him having to dance anyway. He was badass enough to dance in West Side Story. It'd be cool… What the fuck did he just think?

Azimio, on the other hand, not so cool with it. "Excuse me," he said, - "But my daddy didn't raise me to be no damn ballerina. As a matter of fact, my dad didn't even raise me."

Puck thought that statement was incredibly insane. First, Azimio said last year that winning the football game would be important to his dad, so evidently, his father couldn't have been that distant. Second, even joking or trying to make something like that sound cool: So out of line. He'd never do that, and his father actually turned his back on him. Hands down.

Shane actually seemed like a pretty cool guy. He didn't complain at least. The only question he had was: "How do we learn the dance moves by tomorrow?"

Puck got his point, but honestly, being in Glee Club he'd had to practice quite hard to get some dance moves spot on within a fairly short amount of time. It wouldn't really be a problem for him. On the other hand; he could use some help, because he would rather spend the shortest amount of time he could with Azimio. The dude had been pissing him off for far too long now.

So he took a long glance at Mike, who looked a little startled, but finally confirmed, under a strong pressure, mind you, that fine, he would coach them.

PKPKPK

"Guess what?" Puck asked Kurt, as he fell back down on his bed that night.

Kurt had just put his homework away, and was now in the middle of his moisturize routine. The boy usually went to bed earlier than Puck. Something about getting enough sleep or something. As much as Puck wanted to stay up longer, though, there was something so incredibly… what was it? Sweet or romantic or something about seeing his boyfriend fall asleep, he just wanted to hold him forever and never let him go.

So he usually got into bed before Kurt could even fall asleep.

"What?" Kurt asked, as he applied moisturizer underneath his right eye.

Puck let out a sigh as he pulled off his shirt. "I'm forced to dance in West Side Story."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, poor you," he said sarcastically, as he turned back, fully committed to his work.

"With Shane and Azimio," Puck explained, causing Kurt to turn around immediately.

Another roll of eyes came from the male diva, before he said, interpreting every word: "Don't. Do. Anything. Stupid."

Puck scoffed. "I was kind of hoping you wouldn't say that. I wanna punch his face in."

Kurt got back down and started neatly washing his face. When he was finished, he walked over to his closet, and picked out his pajamas. He walked into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth.

Puck, who had already gotten comfortable on the bed, realized he'd forgotten that.

"It's sweet," Kurt said, as he got out of the bathroom, - "But I can't have you in Juvie."

Puck gave him a softer look. "I need you," Kurt said, wrapping his arms around himself slightly.

Puck let out a sigh, and patted the spot on the bed beside him. "Come here," he said.

Kurt let out a laugh. "Oh, I'm not cuddling with you before you've brushed your teeth."

"Damn," Puck growled as he got out of bed, a cocky smile resting on his features. He stalked over to his boyfriend, grabbed his face and gave him a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into the smaller boy's mouth, tasting the sweet mint that had remained there from the tooth paste.

A soft blush formed on Kurt's face as Puck pulled away, and the larger boy was enchanted by the appealing combination of wet, swollen lips and that blush.

"You're irresistible," he muttered as he got past him and into the bathroom.

PKPK

The day after they learned that not only did Mr. Chang want his son to go to Doctor College instead of dance schools or something, but he also wanted the guy to quit Glee Club? Was the man serious? They needed Mike, now more than ever, while Mercedes had started her little "I-won't-dance-but-gimme-a-chance-to-shine-or-I-will-cut-you" campaign.

Not that Puck necessarily blamed her. He couldn't say he understood her though, because that would be a lie, seeing as he wasn't exactly the biggest fighter for solos. He usually took what he got, whether it be parts in duets, solos or parts in group numbers. He knew he was a great singer, so why should he stand and scream for people to see it?

But he couldn't deny that The New Directions needed Mike and his incredible dance skills. So when Mike confessed to the Glee Club what his dad had demanded of him, he was a little pissed off.

"Do you have to quit right away?" Tina, who apparently hadn't got the news yet either, despite Mike usually telling her everything before the rest of the group got to know.

Mike shook his head. "My dad gave me one more chance," he said.

Mercedes' bitching just escalated further that day, as she belted out an incredibly great, mind you, cover of "Spotlight" as a blatant dedication to Rachel, which she also, apparently, had used for her Maria audition.

Oh, so that was what all this was about. The Maria audition. Everyone knew it was going to end up in Rachel's hands. Puck was somewhat undecided on that part. Sure, Rachel was like a Jewish sister to him, and it felt wrong not rooting for her, but it would be a nice twist to see Mercedes as Maria.

When did he get qualified to make such a judgment anyway?

Not that he was the type of person to get tossed into the 'feeling-sorry-for-two-people-at-once'-dilemma, except that now, he kind of was. And that was Kurt's fault!

It was not a secret that Kurt had started to hang out more with Rachel lately, but he and Mercedes were still best friends. Having the two best friends of yours fighting and then having to pick side wasn't exactly an idyllic scenario. Kurt could sure as hell never out state his opinion, even though he might have had one.

So yes, Puck found himself feeling sorry for both Rachel and Mercedes, and that sucked. Rachel had only tried to be a good and loyal teammate, and Mercedes wasn't having it. Good enough reason to feel sorry for Rachel too. Damn, this was such a fucking mess.

PKPK

And the mess only escalated further, when Brittany announced to everyone that she was running for senior class president by singing a horrifyingly feministic, though admittedly hot performance of Beyoncé's 'Girls, Run The World'.

Damn… And what the hell? Was she even a senior?

Puck all but ran after his boyfriend after that performance. "How are you even okay?" he asked.

Kurt looked at him with a small smile. "It will be okay," he said.

Puck shook his head in a somewhat frustrated manner. "The hell it will," he scoffed, - "Kurt, you already lost your Tony audition."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Thanks for reminding me," he said sarcastically.

Puck realized that might have come out wrong. "Not what I meant," he said shortly, and Kurt gave another small smile at his boyfriend's adorableness. How could someone so hot be adorable?

"I just mean that you need it to get into that… Whatever it was you're getting into."

"NYADA," Kurt chuckled. He couldn't even get mad at his boyfriend for not having invested fully to his future plans.

"Yeah, that," Puck said, - "Kurt, you need to get out of here. This is a fucked up place."

Kurt stopped and looked at his boyfriend. "Will you help me?" he asked.

"Sure," Puck said instantly, - "How?"

Kurt sighed and shook his head. "I have no idea," he said, - "God, this is so messed up!"

PKPKPK

Messed up was the word. Not only were both he and Kurt forced to choose between Mercedes and Rachel for Maria, but Puck would also have to participate in Mike's audition, get closer to Shelby and by that, Beth, help Kurt out with both his audition and his campaign and focus on his own audition.

But first, Mike. And Azimio, who unfortunately would have to be a part of the rehearsals. The day of Mike's audition, the guy managed showing up half an hour late, and when Puck wondered if he forgot the way, Azimio threw out a comment that went something like this:

"Shut it, Puckerman! Two years ago you wouldn't be this early, but I guess Kurt's not putting out for you, so that's why you're here so freaking early."

Just as Puck had raised his fist, ready to punch, Mike had fortunately stopped him and made him sure that Azimio was anything but worth it.

Mike's audition went well, though, so no complaining there.

But complaints came once Puck got back to the Hudson/Hummel household, where Kurt was seated contently in the living room playing with Sarah.

"Can I knock Azimio's teeth out?" he asked as soon as he was inside, for the first time in a long while not really caring how much of an influence he was on Sarah. She was a smart girl, she would never see him as an influence.

"Not unless you wanna go back to Juvie," came Kurt's blunt remark.

Puck let out a growl. "I'm hungry, where are your parents?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and put Sarah down, whispering something about how she would have to play for a little while alone now.

"Out. Will be back in about half an hour," Kurt said, giving his boyfriend a concerned look, - "What happened?"

Puck sighed and sat down by the kitchen table in front of his boyfriend. "Azimio pissed me off."

"I can see that," Kurt said, reaching for his boyfriend's hand, - "What did he say?"

Puck shook his head. "I'm not telling you that."

"It was about me, wasn't it?" Kurt's voice was firm, which made his previous saying sound more like a statement than a question.

Puck sighed again, more frustrated this time. "To answer your question, yes."

Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Well, then I guess I have the right to know."

Puck looked at him. "But you don't want to," he said, - "Trust me."

Kurt rolled his eyes, and continued pushing: "I will only be able to trust you if you tell me."

Okay, so first of all, that was totally not fair, and second of all, it made no sense, but Puck gave in. the boy wanted to know, he was practically an adult, so he could take it: "Fine," he said, a concerned look resting at his features, - "He made some lame and douchy comment about how you're probably not putting out for me."

The widening of his boyfriend's perfectly blue eyes broke his heart and he immediately wished he had been a better liar.

"Oh…," Kurt just said, in a voice so weak, it couldn't be mistaken.

"Baby…," Puck immediately said, grabbing Kurt's hands instantly, - "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

Kurt shook his head, and looked back at Puck. This time his eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," Kurt said, his voice constantly weakening, - "I wanted to know."

"Don't listen to him," Puck said immediately.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, wiping away a tear, - "I'm really sorry…"

Puck cupped his face in his hands, wiping away another tear with his thumb. "Don't talk like that, baby, it's nothing to apologize for."

Kurt shook his head in denial. "We have to talk about this sometime," he said, grabbing a hold on his boyfriend's hands and resting them on the table again.

"What is there to talk about?" Puck asked, leaning back in his chair a little, - "We're a couple. We're gonna have sex sometime. You're not ready. I respect that. We wait until you're ready. End of story."

"I wish it was that easy," Kurt said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Fine," Puck said firmly, leaning even further back in his chair, - "You talk and I listen. Vent. Go on."

Kurt gave a sad chuckle. "I just…," he said, looking into his boyfriend's eyes, - "I wish I was ready… I wish I could do everything with you… I know you're not that guy, and I know you won't ever hurt me. Trust me, I actually talked to some of the cheerios who lost their virginities to you, and they all said that even though they regretted it, you never hurt them."

Kurt gave a little smirk at how pleased with himself his boyfriend looked.

"That's right," Puck shot in, - "Puckzilla knows his skills in bed. Go on."

Kurt had to laugh a little. Even in the most serious and somehow darkest moments, Puck knew exactly how to cheer him up. How to lighten the mood, despite how dark it was.

He shook his head. "So… There shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Kurt looked at his boyfriend for assurance.

"But there is," Puck said. This too was a statement, not a question.

Kurt nodded hesitantly. "I'm sorry."

Puck shook his head and stroked his boyfriend's hands. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

"But don't you think this relationship gets boring?" Kurt shot in, - "I mean… You're a sex shark." Puck gave a chuckle. "I mean it. You've had sex regularly since you were twelve. That's six years. You must be bored as hell."

Puck let out a small laugh. "I still masturbate if that's what you mean?"

Kurt blushed slightly, getting somewhat aroused at the mental image.

"And yes," Puck said, forcing Kurt to look at him, - "I think of you while doing it."

He gave a wink and Kurt buried his head in his hands in embarrassment. Puck had to laugh. "Sorry," he said, - "Too much information."

Kurt shook his head. "It's hot actually."

Puck gave a grin. Of course it was. He took a deep breath. "It takes some getting used to," he admitted, - "Of course it does. But that doesn't mean I'm bored."

Kurt looked at him. He was pleased with the apparently honest answer he got. If Puck had said 'no' right away, he would never have believed him. "And," Puck continued, - "If I ever were to push you, in any way, into going any further, I wouldn't feel any better. Quite the opposite, actually."

Kurt gave him a sincere smile. He knew he meant it. "Kurt," Puck said, looking into his eyes, - "If I were to push you into anything, I couldn't… I probably couldn't live with myself…"

He rolled his eyes at himself. "That sounds so lame."

Kurt gave a laugh and pulled him into a warm kiss. "I love you," he whispered.

Puck nodded. "I love you too," he said, - "And no way in hell I'm letting Azimio control my sex life."

Kurt fell into a fit of laughter at this. Not because it was particularly funny, but because he needed something to laugh at right now.

When they had become serious again, Kurt asked: "Have you been talking to Shelby lately?"

Puck shook his head. "No," he said, - "Haven't talked to her since we visited her. Don't wanna barge in on her again."

His face fell a little and Kurt gave a small sigh. "You deserve to see Beth more, you know?"

Puck let out a sarcastic chuckle, not really believing him. "Right."

"You do," Kurt insisted. He thought for a while. "You'd be a great father, Puck."

Puck looked at him for a few long seconds. He didn't know why, but those were the words he had needed all along but never expected anyone to say. "Thanks," he said with a small sincere nod, - "I needed that."

Kurt smiled. "Anytime."

PKPKPKPK

Booty camp was on again the day after, and it was worse than ever. Finn hadn't learned his moves, and Puck was convinced he would never in his life learn them either. Evidently, they'd had some kind of homework that neither Puck, Kurt nor least of all Finn had worked on, because Puck and Kurt really weren't as bad dancers as Schuester wanted them to be, and because dancing wasn't Finn's thing and he didn't really bother.

For whatever reason Brittany had decided joining in today. Just to be with Santana of course, but that meant they would have two nazi dancing coaches instead of one (or three instead of two if Schuester counted), and this was not gonna be fun.

The major buzz-kill was still Mercedes. Fine, so she wasn't alone on it. Mr. Schuester was being quite much of a buzz-kill himself, yelling at her to get it better when she was complaining about being in pain. Puck didn't really care whether or not that was true, but if it was, Schuester was being rather unfair.

Unfair… That seemed to be the word of the week.

It all escalated when Mercedes decided to walk out, and Mr. Schuester said that if she walked out that door she was out of Glee Club. Was the guy insane? They didn't stand a chance without Mercedes' belting of the final notes of every single group number they did. Dance moves or none.

Still, she put up quite a little bitch fight involving the entire Glee Club and eventually it was hard finding someone to agree with. It at least ended with Mercedes quitting and everyone being left with their own little opinion of the case they were afraid of outing.

PKPKPK

Kurt, Puck and Finn drove home together that day, talking of the event. "I kind of have to stand by Rachel here," Finn said.

"That doesn't mean Schuester wasn't a douchebag about his decision," Puck argued.

Kurt was being rather quiet throughout the ride. He was seated contently behind the steering wheel, staring straight ahead all the while.

"What do you think Kurt?" Finn asked after he and Puck were done with their discussion, which wasn't heading anywhere.

Kurt jumped a little, and Puck gave him a concerned look. "It's Mercedes," he said silently, - "She's my best friend. Not being in Glee Club with her… I can't even imagine that."

Puck gave an understanding nod, and patted his leg comfortingly. "You'll still hang out," he said.

Kurt nodded. "Still," he said, - "We've been in Glee Club for two years now… Her and I. I don't know how this is going to be."

Puck gave a sad smile. "She'll come back," he said.

Kurt gave him a brief look, before turning back to the road. "You think?"

Puck nodded, even though he had no clue. "Sure."

PKPKPK

Their auditions were coming up. Kurt killed his part with Officer Krupke, and immediately got the part. He wouldn't have to sing for the part, just act, and that was good enough for the judges.

Puck auditioned for Bernardo with "La Camisa Negra", including his guitar. Thanks to his well-trained accent and him actually having been paying attention in Spanish class just because it was Mr. Schuester (or Holly Holliday) and he had kind of owed it to them. And his voice of course. He guessed that was the main reason. That or his guns. He'd been wearing a T-shirt, and Ms. Pillsbury must have… Okay, forget it. It was his voice.

Anyhow; he got the part! And he was happy. He and Kurt embraced each other for a long while as they found out. The idea that the judges would have to double-cast Maria came up, but Mercedes wasn't having it. She'd rather have them giving the part to Rachel, and so they did.

Kurt had apparently picked side, because he thought that was rather unfair… There was the word again.

It had been a quite messy week, and the next wouldn't be any better. Now it was time to get to talk to Shelby, make a deal with his mother about Sarah, and help Kurt with his campaign.

And also, probably, a bunch of other stuff.