So, uh. Hi guys. Long wait. Uhm. Nothing to report here. I don't own stuff, review or don't. Yeah. Love even though I'm tired- Maya

As he and Noah got into school the next morning, Kurt had a rare spring in his step. He had kicked Noah's ass at Super Mario yesterday while Sarah Puckerman looked on and alternated between smirking, cackling like a loon, and threatening to tell Mrs. Puckerman that Noah was swearing. That, and, you know, there was an international pop star in town to see him who would be making another appearance today. But, mostly Super Mario. No, really.

Speaking of, Kurt stopped short and grabbed Noah's arm urgently. "Noah, I'm so screwed."

Noah lifted a brow. "By whom? I'm pretty sure none of the gay guys in town like 'em quite so young."

Kurt slapped his arm, but otherwise ignored the comment. "I forgot to tell Blaine that Adam was here."

Noah looked at him for a second, then burst out laughing.

Kurt scowled at him. "It's not funny. Blaine is a fashionable, singing gay boy whose repertoire consists mainly of Top 40's. He'll be livid."

Still chuckling, Noah slung an arm around his shoulders. "Call me if shit gets violent."

"Kurt!"

Shrugging out from under Noah's arm, Kurt turned to see Adam waving from the doorway of Figgins' office. "Hi, Adam," he breathed with what he was sure must have been a starstruck grin. As Adam strode toward them, Kurt could hear whispers of "Is that-?" and "It couldn't be…!" and he would have smirked at it all if he weren't so distracted.

Adam drew him into a brief, tight hug as soon as he was within arm's reach and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Hey, kiddo," he said fondly, and Kurt may or may not have had a fangirl attack in his head. "How're you holding up?"

Kurt blinked up at him for a second, then replied, "Oh, I'm fine. Never better."

Noah cleared his throat and slid his arm around Kurt again, doing that chin-jerk nod thing that Kurt had never pretended to understand.

Adam lifted a brow at him. "Hello, there." He turned back to Kurt. "I could've sworn you were the only out student at school."

Kurt stared blankly up at him until understanding hit him in the face like a coconut cream pie. "Oh, no-no-no-no," he rushed to say, "it is not like that at all, no, no—"

"Not like what?" Noah asked, looking back and forth between Adam and Kurt in abject confusion. Kurt looked at him in dismay, but Adam ignored him and continued looking patiently at Kurt.

Kurt hesitated another second before answering, "Noah is one of the straightest people I know; he's not even questioning. He's just—protective of me, because of my situation." Noah looked even more confused now, and was focused solely on Kurt.

Adam quirked an eyebrow again, then gave Noah an all-knowing up-and-down look. "Ah."

Kurt exhaled in relief. "Yes, so you're right, I am the only out kid at this school, in this town actually."

"Got it," Adam said slowly. Kurt didn't think he was entirely convinced, but he let it go; this was not a fun discussion. "Well, I'd better be getting back. Just wanted to say 'hey.' Will and the principal are waiting in the main office to work out some of the specifics of my presentation with me, but I'll explain all that to everyone later. Until then, let me see your phone." Kurt and Puck both blinked at him, but Kurt was quick to surrender the device. Adam tapped a bunch of buttons, then handed it back. "That's my number." Kurt almost dropped the thing, and Adam chuckled. "I already sent myself a text, so go ahead and call me if you need anything, 'kay?" Kurt nodded and fought the urge to clutch his phone to his chest. "Cool, later." And he was gone.

There were a few seconds of Kurt just staring after him, and then Noah said, "Wait. Did he mean—"

"Oh, shut up."

Puck picked Kurt up for lunch, as they had both become accustomed. During his geometry class/naptime, Puck had done some thinking. While he was, in fact, a closet Adam Lambert fan (guy has talent, okay, shut up), he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the man himself. Especially if Adam was under the impression that Puck and Kurt were dating. That Puckurt was a thing that happened (that name was actually kinda neat… focus, Puckerman!)

Not that they were doing anything like dating, mind you. Puck was a boob-enthusiast, had been since he figured out what boobs were. Kurt rather distinctly did not have boobs. He was sort of pretty, Puck supposed, but that wasn't his point. Bottom line: if Adam thought that Puck and Kurt were together, then Adam was majorly encroaching on Puck's turf. Seriously, who was that touchy-feely with someone else's boyfriend? He had seen Santana reduce people to tears and bulimia over less—never mind that she and Puck hadn't been actually dating since sophomore year—and Nice-Guy Finn had been known to come to blows on suspicion alone. And here Adam was, all over Puck's boyfriend-apparent!

Doesn't the Bro Code apply to homos?

"…ah. Noah. Noah!"

Puck looked up to find himself seated across from Kurt at a table in the cafeteria, the boy himself waving a hand in front of his face. "What, yeah, no, totally."

"You weren't listening." It wasn't a question, nor was it wrong.

"I was so!"

Kurt gave him a pitying look. "You think you can fool me? Isn't that adorable." Puck scowled and sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "What's up?"

"With what?"

"What were you thinking about?" Kurt paused, then laughed a little. "I don't mean to sound like an overbearing girlfriend, but you were completely checked out."

Puck stared at him for a second before blurting, "That Adam guy's a dick."

Kurt lifted a perfect brow at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, I mean—" Puck made an exasperated noise at himself and sat forward in his seat, leaning toward Kurt with his elbows braced on the table. "He totally thinks we're dating."

Kurt gave him a measured look. "And that makes him a dick?" he asked coolly, coldly, and Puck was sinking so fast he couldn't even react to the word "dick" coming from Kurt.

"No, no, it's not that," he hurried to insist. "I mean, he was, like, snuggling you when you're supposed to be my boyfriend."

The ice-mask dropped from Kurt's face, leaving nothing but surprise. "Wait, what?"

"Because, if we're together, he shouldn't be all over you like that, especially not right in front of me."

"…What?"

"Kurt, are you listening? He shouldn't be all over someone else's boyfriend!"

Kurt's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, as he stared at Puck. "We're not boyfriends."

"No, but Adam thinks we are, and he was not respecting your bubble."

"Um. I'm confused; you're upset with Adam for being 'all over' your supposed boyfriend?"

"Exactly!" Puck exclaimed, vindicated. "Seriously, that is such a dick move. Guy shouldn't be allowed near enjoyers of cock."

"…Uh-huh…"

"I'm just saying."

Kurt nodded slowly. "So… you're not upset about someone thinking you have a boyfriend?"

Puck shrugged. "Lemme put it this way: liking dick wouldn't shrink mine." Kurt choked on absolutely nothing, his weird eyes going comically wide, and Puck leered triumphantly.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Kurt said, "Well. Thank you for sharing, Noah." Puck chuckled, and Kurt's expression softened a little. "Really, though. It's sad how nice it is to hear a guy say that homosexuality isn't an affront to his personal machismo."

"Sure, whatever. Besides, don't chicks wet their pants over hot guys making out?"

A smirk curled Kurt's lips. "They tend to, yes, same as you popping stiffies over Britt and Satan."

Puck stared, slack-jawed, at Kurt for a few seconds, who gazed placidly back. Finally, he burst into thrilled laughter, and Kurt smirked at the distance. "You're learning, I'm so proud of you!"

Kurt rolled his eyes—fondly, Puck thought. "Like you invented crude humor."

"I did, actually." Kurt rolled his eyes again, and Puck watched him speculatively. "Hey, Kurt, wanna make out?"

Kurt choked again, amusing Puck further. "I beg your pardon?"

"C'mon; chicks dig it, right? I could up my pool cleaning rate if you came with me and we put on a show for the cougars. You'd get a cut and everything."

Kurt rolled his eyes some more, and Puck wondered if he had ever seen his own brain. "Cute. Sorry, Noah, but I think I'll decline."

"Aw. You sure? Because we could totally pull a Brittana."

"A Britt-?" Kurt cracked up, and Puck was extremely pleased. "As flawless an idea as that is—"

"Yes."

"—I'll still have to decline. Subject change: Adam's giving a mini-concert tomorrow, two songs before he speaks and one after, with encore possibilities. We're backing him up."

"Fun."

Kurt scowled at him. "This is a great opportunity, you know. Adam's kind of a big deal."

Puck snorted. "He's just another Rachel for us to sway behind."

"Only this one is actually famous outside of their own head." When Puck pressed his lips together skeptically, Kurt went on, "Besides, singing with someone who's en vogue might actually make us cool, if only for a little while."

Puck just scowled petulantly. "I'm already cool enough for everyone."

Kurt patted his hand. "That's adorable."

"Whatever." He let Kurt take his hand away first.