I want to thank everyone that reviewed! And to everyone that alerted to the story! It makes me feel good to know you guys like what I am writing. The title of the chapter says a lot about what is in it….Please let me know what you think and everyone have a great weekend! Peace Hemmy

Chapter 2

Lies, A Tom Cat and Toto

Puck wakes the next morning to warmth and comfort of Dave's large body. He knows that it shouldn't feel this way, safe and protected from the world waiting outside. He can feel Dave's hand rubbing his back, the gentle ministrations almost putting him back to sleep.

This feels so good. I wonder how long he will let me just lay here. Nothing can reach me here, nothing can touch me as long as his arms are around me. He's moving around, SHIT! I can't think like this….

"Good morning." Dave has been watching Noah sleep for the last thirty minutes and could tell by his breathing when the dark jock first woke up. He fits right here like he is suppose to be there next to me. I'm going soft that's it. I am dreaming. I am going to wake up and this is going to be some weird ass fucked up dream!

"Uh, morning Dave." Puck's head still resting on Dave's firm chest and his body draped around Dave's side.

Nope not a dream!

"Puck"

"Yeah"

"Dude you drooled on me last night." Dave touches the damp spot on his tee shirt next to Noah's cheek. He feels the smile that spreads across Puck's face. Dave looks down and sees those hypnotizing hazel eyes looking back up at him through those smoky lashes. Okay! Need to get up! No! Not you! You need to stay down! Dave Jr. listen to me! Down! Grandma K in a bikini! String bikini! That's it!

"Dave is something wrong? Your face is kinda looking like your head might explode." Puck grips Dave's tee shirt in his hand trying to pull himself up closer to Dave's face.

"Nah. I'm good now. Just remembering a dream, a really screwed up dream. So are you feeling better? I mean you slept good." Dave mentally kicks himself for that last statement.

"Yeah I did, thanks. I guess I had better go and get my truck." Puck drops his head back down on Dave's chest not wanting to face Kurt or the memories of last night's startling revelation.

"Let's go get some breakfast first. Then WE will go pick up your truck. If you want me to go with you that is?" Dave is unconsciously playing with the hem of Puck's shirt with his fingers. He knows that Puck doesn't want to face all those people, ie the Gleeks, not yet anyway. And he knows the last person Puck needs to see is Kurt.

"I would like that, for you to go with me. I feel like such a girl right now with all the emotions inside of me. I'm suppose to be this badass. This tough guy. But I don't feel so tough now. I always protected my heart you know. Even with Quinn I didn't let myself fall completely in love with her.

But with Kurt it was different. It was like he knew what to say to me at first, the way he made me pursue him. He called it wooing him. He wanted romance, flowers and to be taken to fancy places in town. I wanted to be that person for him, so I did it all for him. But it wasn't enough or good enough.

The attention he showed me in return was 'don't mess up my hair' 'you're going to wrinkle my shirt' and my favorite 'no PDAs in public'. I thought it was cute at first, cause you know he never went out unless he was perfectly groomed as he would say. But I know that was a lie. He didn't want to tarnish his perfect image with someone like me, I see that now." Puck wipes his tears on Dave's shirt, burying his head farther in the crook of Dave's arm.

Oh God! He's crying again! Shit! I am so gonna kick Hummel's ass for this! Dammit!

Dave pulls Puck up on top of his chest letting him lay half way across his body. He wraps his arms around the dark jock, letting one rest around his waist while the other hand strokes the back of Puck's neck. He can feel Puck's arms try to wrap themselves around his burly chest.

After a few minutes Puck raises up and looks at Dave's eyes. He's not sure what he expected to see, but the warmth and caring that was shining back at him wasn't it. He knows that he should feel guilty about this, about Dave holding him like this but he can't; not when it feels good and right.

"Come on Dave let's go get some food", Puck tries to bring them both out of the trance like state. I can't, we can't stay like this. I have to face Kurt sometime. I have to pick up my truck and I have to…Damn his eyes! They're green…No wait…Fuck I am staring at his eyes! Down Puckzilla! Now is not the time!

"You want to take a shower first?" Dave looks at Puck's eyes widen in shock. "Uh, I mean separately. You can go first if you want, I think I can find some of my Dad's jeans and a shirt that will fit you. I know I got socks man that will fit." He could feel the twitch in Puck's jeans. OMG! He's getting hard! Oh shit! Think about the socks! Act normal!

"Uh, socks are good! And yeah I need to take a shower like now!" Puck jumps off of Dave and heads to the bathroom. Closing the door he sags against it. I know he felt it! Oh God I really do think with Stupid down there!

Puck begins to take off his clothes looking at himself in the mirror. He knows his body is hot and that the girls all say that his face is ruggedly handsome. Kurt always said it had good structure, good bone structure, like a models. Puck shakes the thoughts of Kurt from his mind and starts the water in the shower.

The warm water hits his back and he closes his eyes. The memories of the Hobbit laying across a shirtless Kurt hit him hard. I wasn't enough for Kurt. I'm not good enough for anyone! I never am! What's wrong with me? The stream from the shower hides the tears as he washes away the evidence of his broken heart.

Dave opens the door to the bathroom after finding some things in his father's closet. He knows that some of them are out of style, the three shirts, but they are better than nothing he thinks. The jeans might be too long as his Dad is taller than Puck but they should fit him everywhere else. And a pair of socks.

God, I sounded like a complete moron earlier. I know I got socks. Stupid, stupid thing to say! I got socks!

"Um, Puck, I'm leaving the clothes on the counter and the towels are on the shelf when you step out. Um, I'll wait for you out here. Not here in the bathroom out here but in my bedroom out here. Fuck!" Dave all but runs over the door trying to leave the steamy bathroom.

Puck hears the commotion outside of the shower, it sounded like Dave was tackling the door. Puck steps out of the shower a couple of minutes after Dave leaves the room. He looks at the shirts on the counter. They look like they came out of the eighties or nineties fashion screw ups. He leaves them on the counter.

He slips the jeans on noticing they are a few inches too long. And then he looks at the socks. He chuckles to himself remembering the way Dave said he had some socks. He steps out into the bedroom finding Dave who is staring out the window.

"Something wrong dude? I can go pick up my truck by myself. You don't have to go. I mean you let me stay here last night and you probably didn't want to do that. So I can just go. I will drop your dad's jeans off later today. You probably think I was hitting on you earlier. I'm sorry if I did that…." Puck is rambling now trying to pick up his shoes and his jacket from off the floor.

"Puck it isn't you. It's me." Dave finally turns around when Puck's ramblings drift off.

"Wha?" Puck stops and looks at Dave with confusion in his eyes.

"I'm not used to having someone around me who is like me. You know? That likes guys. I don't know how to be friends with people really. I keep saying the wrong things to you and acting weird. I'm kind of hoping that this is all just a fucked up dream." Dave stares back out the window. "I just don't want you to think that I am hitting on YOU! You have enough to deal with right now without me adding to that drama." There I told the truth, kind of. Well for the most part I did. Except for the part about being around you makes me feel strange, unsettled.

"Do you want me to leave Dave?" Puck realizes the words are spoken out loud when Dave turns back around to face him. Please say no! Please!

"No I don't. I kinda like having you around, even when you're crying and drooling on me." Dave smiles at Puck and blushes all the way to his toes. God now who sounds a girl! I do! My brain has gone to mush! If I click my heels together…Toto I am so fucked now!

Puck shuffles his bare feet on the floor, when he looks up at Dave a smile slowly plays out over his face. He walks over to where Dave is standing and lays his head against the strong chest in front of him. "I kinda like being here too." The words are spoken quietly as both boys slip their arms around each other. They break apart after a couple of minutes.

"We fucking sound like one of those chick flick moments. I think we have grown vaginas over night." Dave tells Puck in a joking manner.

"Well yours is bigger than mine Dave."

"How do you figure that Puckerman?"

"Simple you're bigger than me. Ha!" Puck's laughter is stopped the moment Dave traps him in a headlock rubbing his knuckles roughly over the stripe of Puck's dark hair. They both laugh trying to get the better of each other. It felt good to both of them to just be boys for a few minutes.

The wrestling match is brought to an end when they heard Mr. K clear his throat.

"Hey, uh, Puck is it?" The elder Karofsky is little nervous at watching his son wrestle a half naked boy in his bedroom. Not that it is because his son is gay but just watching he can see that his son cares for this boy with the strange hair cut.

"Yes sir." Puck uses the distraction to frog Dave's bicep one last time.

Mr. K is actually happy to see his son smile so openly at the boy as Dave rubs the red spot on his arm.

"I think Dave picked out the oldest shirts in my closet. I brought you a couple more to choose from, they aren't probably what you would normally wear but you might like one of them better." He holds the shirts out to Puck who picks out a red long sleeve v-neck tee shirt from the two.

"Thanks Mr. K. Um, it's okay to call you that?" Puck watches the taller man smile at him and nod yes. "And thanks for everything. I mean that. I'm just sorry that I had to bring that drama to your home."

"It's okay Puck. I'm a lawyer. I'm used to people not liking me very much." Mr. K says with a smile. "And my son is right, you didn't deserve that to happen to you."

"Dad I'm going to take Puck to pick up his truck from Kurt's. Are you going to be around today?" Dave looks at his father hoping the answer is yes since it is Saturday.

"I'll have my cell with me all day son. Just call me if you or Puck need me to help out. Just don't resort to violence, walk away before something like that happens. Okay?"

"Yes sir. Thanks Dad." Dave feels pride in that moment with his father. I'm going to enjoy this dream as long as I can!

The guys finish dressing still sparring barbs at each other in good humor. The drive to the local Diner is short but filled with old rock music.

They both can feel the eyes staring at them or so it seems. They both realize they are being paranoid and enjoy their meals. They talk about the new season of football and how they just might make the championship playoffs again this year. They joke about whether Finn or Sam is going to be the 'star' quarterback this year and if Quinn will get her dream of being the Prom Queen during their senior year. They laugh together as the words 'no way' leaves their lips at the same time. Their private reverie is brought to an end when Dave's cell rings.

"Yeah Brittany. I told you last night he was safe. No I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault. No Puck doesn't blame you either. Hold on.

Brittany wants to know if you would talk to her for just a minute. She thinks you are blaming her for last night. Something about Lord Tubbington saying it was all her fault?" Dave looks at Puck and mouths 'who the fuck is Tubbington?'

Puck snorts at Dave, 'her fat assed cat' and reaches for the phone.

"Hey Britt. No baby girl I don't blame you. Well Lord LardAss can go fuck himself. No Britt I don't think your cat is gay." Puck bangs his head against the table as Dave looks at him more confused than ever. "No Britt they don't make dildo's for cats. Look I just meant that your cat needs to shut up. Okay, I don't think the fat bastard is gay. No Britt. For the love of my sanity I DON'T THINK THEY MAKE FAKE PUSSIES FOR FAT HORNY OLD TOM CATS!"

Dave takes the phone away from a yelling Puck who is causing several of the customers to either bust out laughing or to shoot mean stares at them. He watches as Puck turns bright red and waves at the people staring at him. He catches Puck's head as he starts to bang it against the table again.

"No Brittany. Brittany don't cry. Puck isn't angry at you honey. He just isn't feeling good right now. He has a headache. No I don't know if the vet can tell you if your tom cat is gay. I'll call you later. Why don't you ask Santana if she thinks your cat is gay? Okay. Bye." Dave looks at his phone as if it has suddenly grown two heads and at the jock in front of him that is staring back at him like he has grown an extra head or something.

"What?" Dave asks Puck as he puts his phone away.

'You know that Satan is going to rip your balls off right. I mean you just told her girlfriend to ask her if she thinks the fat ass cat is gay." Puck can't help but laugh at the mental picture of Satan's face when Brittany tells her 'Dave said to ask you if Lord Tubbington is gay. The Latina would be out for Dave's blood.

"What the hell was all that about anyway? She thinks her cat can talk?" Dave watches as a big smile spreads out over Puck's face.

"Yep and that he reads her diary too. Oh and her stuffed duck keeps bringing other stuffed animals home to play with too." Puck waggles his eyebrows at Dave. "I think Santana brings her the stuffed animals and Brittany just forgets until she sees them again."

"I always thought she was a little dingy but asking if her cat is gay….That goes way beyond dingy man." Dave likes Brittany, he really does but he wonders sometimes how she can tie her own shoes let alone pass her classes.

Dave's phone goes off again in his pocket. The caller ID reads….Santana Lopez

He looks at Puck for help who just throws his hands up in the air. "You are on your own dude. But I think you should take that call out side. That girl has got a set of lungs on her. I will pay the check and meet you outside."

Dave answers the call.

"Hey Satan. Uh I mean Santana. Let me go outside where I can hear you better." Dave stands up to leave and almost drops the phone as the high pitched voice of a very pissed off Satan is yelling at him in Spanish. And then Dave makes mistake number two, the first being he couldn't hear her, "I don't understand Spanish."

"Where the hell are you gringo?" Santana snarls at Dave through the phone.

And here comes mistake number three….

"We are just leaving Max's Diner." Oh shit! I just told the Devil herself where I am….Shit! "You're how far away? We will probably be gone by the time you get here."

And that my friends was mistake number four.

"Yeah, I know you know where I live. Uh, no I don't think killing me in front of my parents is a good thing Santana. No I don't have a will. What the hell do I need to have a will for?" Dave doesn't realize that Santana is just playing him so she can get to the Diner.

"So I will know who to give your balls to when I am done removing them with a dull spoon." Click the line goes dead as a red Firebird comes to a screeching halt in front of Dave and a totally pissed off Santana Lopez emerges from the drivers seat with a rusty looking spoon. Brittany is sitting in the passenger seat holding a very pissed off Lord Tubbington.

"What the fuck is up with telling her to ask me if her fucking tom cat is gay? Do I look like the Queen of all things gay?" Santana moves the spoon closer to Dave's balls with an evil glint in her eyes. Lord Tubbington is hissing at Dave and really at Brittany too. The fat old tom cat is pissed off after the ride from hell with Satan in the chariot of Doom.

Dave doesn't know who he is afraid of more at the moment the fat angry cat or the livid Satan herself. Either way he knows he isn't going to come out of this without an injury or two. He almost breathes a sigh of relief when he hears a familiar deep voice.

"Satan put that old nasty spoon away. He was just trying to help Brittany and help me." Puck states as he walks towards the melee unfolding in the parking lot.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Puckerman? You scared all of us half to death last night. Kurt said you misunderstood something between him and the Hobbit yesterday." Santana now turns her fury on her best friend pointing the spoon at his crotch instead of Dave's.

"I didn't misunderstand anything yesterday. Kurt is lying." Puck's features are overshadowed with an angry scowl.

"Puck are you sure. I mean I know how you get sometimes when you're mad at someone." Santana looks into his dark hazel eyes looking for any sign that he is confused or sorry. She finds nothing but anger, pain and hate.

"Look if you want to talk to me about it let's go somewhere else. I don't want my business being everyone else's." Puck looks back at Dave hoping that it is okay with him.

"How about the park? Maybe Lord Tubbington can find a girlfriend." Brittany's voice is filled with almost child like glee. Santana rolls her eyes at the cat but she can never refuse Britt.

"Is the park okay with you guys? Brittany can feed the ducks and the fat ass can go swimming." Santana looks at both teens.

"Sounds good to me. I always wanted to watch a cat go swimming." It's Dave's turn to smile evilly at the cat who just keeps hissing at him.

Puck looks at the three of them like they have all lost their minds but he agrees to go to the park. Who knows maybe it would be nice for someone to be on my side in this crap. I know Dave is going to be there for me, but having my girls would be great too. Plus this is gonna be good, the fat cat going swimming! I wonder if Britt knows that cats hate the water….

The teens park on the far side of the lake where they could have some privacy and so Brittany could coax the fat Lord Tubbington in the water. They find a picnic table that is vacant and they watch Brittany lay down beside the cat trying to teach him basic swimming moves.

"So Puck what happened last night?" Santana is the first to break the silence.

"I walked in on him and the Hobbit macking on each other. Finn knew about it so I thought everyone else did too." Puck picks at an imaginary thread on the cuff of his borrowed shirt.

"Are you sure they were macking on each other? Kurt said that they were rehearsing something for that Hogwarts place." Santana wants to know exactly what Puck saw.

"Look San, I know he is your friend but he lied to me to be with that Harry Potter wannabe. I know what I saw." Puck looks away from Santana staring out at the park.

"You are my best friend Puck. I want to know the truth, so tell me what you saw."

"What I saw was MY boyfriend half naked underneath Harry Potter who had his tongue shoved down his throat while his hand was shoved down Kurt's pants. Is that plain enough for you? And Finn, the sorry bastard, warned me not to go upstairs, 'that I wouldn't like what I saw'. He knew what was going on! He was suppose to be my friend!" Puck's words are choked somewhat by the sick taste in his mouth. He can feel Dave's arm circle around his shoulders pulling him close.

"That fucking little prick! He lied to all of us! He said you were over reacting to what you saw and that you didn't give him a chance to explain before taking off to Dave's." Santana hates to be lied to especially about Puck. She loves the dumbass jock sitting in front of her. Hell there were nights she wanted to call Puck to have a threesome with her and Britt but she knew he was being faithful to Kurt and that he actually loved the sorry little….And now she finds this out about Kurt…

"Well join the fucking club Lopez. The only reason I caught him yesterday was because I was going to invite Finn to ride with me to Mike's. Kurt text me and told me he had some big test to study for and that he was staying at Hogwarts for the weekend. When I got to their house Kurt's Nav was sitting in the garage and when Finn opened the door I could hear MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND MOANING! I COULD HEAR HIM ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS!"

Puck jumps up from the table and walks away needing time to collect himself.

"Santana what did Kurt tell you? You know what Puck walked in on now so what lie did Kurt tell everyone?" Dave needs to know what to expect from Kurt and from Puck.

"Just what I said, that him and Harry were working on a play and that Puck walked in on them kissing. He didn't say a word about being naked or a hand being down his pants. Lying little fucktard!

Kurt used us to find him last night too. When you called Brittany she called Kurt to let him know Puck was safe. He kept crying and pleading until Brittany told him that Puck was with you. I'm sorry Dave, she wouldn't have said anything if we had known the real story." The anger is showing in Satan's eyes and the way her hands keep curling up into fists.

"It's okay. I turned his phone off last night. Kurt called him over a hundred times and sent over one hundred fifty text messages before I powered it down. And then he shows up at my house demanding to see Puck. I just wanna…But my Dad said I can't use violence against Kurt. So we will just have to think of something else." Dave looks at Santana to make sure she is willing to help him.

"Between the two of us anything is possible Dave. And just for the record…Puck is hurting now…Be careful with him…If you are playing him I will really cut your balls off, no joke….I can tell something is happening between the two of you, just let it happen naturally…He needs time to heal and to trust again." She places her hand over Dave's squeezing it gently but firmly at the same time.

The quiet moment is broken by a scream, a hiss, and a strangled cry.

"What the fuck?" They both look over at Brittany who is trying to pull Lord Tubbington off Puck's lap. The cat is snarling and hissing at Brittany every time she tries to remove it. Puck is yelling every time the cats long claws are gripping him through the denim of his jeans.

"Somebody get this fucking cat off my lap!"

"Puck I'm trying. I think he likes you." Brittany's sweet voice is almost too much for Puck.

"Santana! Help me!" Puck roars at the dark Latina. "Oh shit its killing me!"

"Puckerman this is the first time I have ever seen you try to get rid of a piece of pussy, especially one that is sitting in your lap." Santana laughs as she heads to her car.

"Where are you going San?" Dave asks watching her walk away.

"I'll be right back. I need to get something out of the car for the cat." She calls over her shoulder.

Dave walks towards Puck and Brittany. "What happened?"

"I was going to throw him in the pond and let him try out the swimming moves I was showing him. But when I started to walk towards the bank jumped out of my arms and he ran up Puck's legs and he won't let go now. Bad Lord Tubbington, no Fondue for you tonight!" Brittany explains to Dave while she is fussing at her mischievous tom cat.

"Brittany stop yelling at the fat ass! You are just pissing him off more!" Puck yells at the blonde and Dave. "Dave get this Freddy Kruger fur ball off of me, PLEASE!"

"Sorry Dude, but I am not touching the spawn from hell. I think the damn thing is possessed or something." Dave backs away from the frustrated feline.

Santana shows up with a lit cigarette and blows smoke at the cat. Brittany stares at her for a minute before she starts in on her girlfriend.

"You are the one who has been giving him cigarettes! I knew he was smoking! You are helping my over weight horny cat to die early! Smoking can kill you Santana! And Lord Tubbington too!" The blonde Cheerio stomps off mad and confused.

After a couple more puffs of smoke Lord Tubbington releases his claws from Puck's jeans and thighs. He sits at the feet of Satan and enjoys the cigarette smoke even though it is second hand smoke.