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Chapter 4 – Standing Together

After the near-Slushie incident, Kurt and Mercedes had steered Tina to the nearest girls' bathroom, Puck inviting himself along.

"You still have a reflection," Kurt observed standing beside Tina before the mirror. "And so do I for the time being."

"Puck said you're practically a vampire, what's happened to you, Tina?" Mercedes asked.

"My nails," Tina showed them her sharp nails. "And teeth," she parted her lips and the others couldn't deny that they looked like vampiric fangs.

"Check out how sharp her nails are," Puck said excitedly as he held his arm out to Tina and indicated for her to scratch.

"Oh damn," Mercedes exclaimed as Tina caused rivers of blood to trickle down Puck's tanned arms.

"You should have seen what she did to Azimio's face with those claws," Puck laughed.

"H-he was being such a jerk to me s-s-so I j-just lashed out," Tina explained. "I did-didn't realise I'd do that much dam-damage."

"That needs to be cleaned up," Kurt stated looking to Puck's arm.

"Nah, it's cool," Puck shrugged. "It's just a scratch. I can handle it. I'm pretty badass."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt gripped hold of Puck's wrist (half-expecting the boy to pull away and hiding his surprise rather well when he didn't) and led him to the sink. He guided Puck's bleeding arm under the faucet of the tap so the blood could wash away.

"Any other weird things going on with you?" Mercedes asked Tina.

"The sun hurts my eyes, hence the sunglasses," she answered. "I c-can hear a lot bet-better. The bl-blood smells g-g-good," she admitted with embarrassment. "And I just feel like I'm stronger."

"Well let's test it out," Puck suggested once Kurt has stopped fussing over his arm. "Take a swing at me, let's see what you got."

"What? I ca-can't hit you," Tina objected.

"Oh Tina, please hit him," Kurt begged. "Do it for me. For every time he's thrown me in the dumpster."

"Dude, come on, I've apologised for that like three times," Puck said.

"And seeing you be punched in the face by a girl will enable me to fully forgive you," Kurt retorted. "Please Tina, just one punch. If you feel stronger then it's better to test out your strength now among friends who won't report you to Figgins or the Police or who knows what else."

"Seriously, it's ok, just one hit," Puck told her.

"Y-you won't hit me b-back r-right?" Tina asked nervously.

"Of course not, you're a girl," Puck replied. "I'm a good-looking bad boy with great arms and a Mohawk, but I'm sure as hell not a woman beater. Come on Goth babe, one hit, I'll even make out with Hummel in front of you afterwards if you want. Asian chicks like watching hot boys get their gay on right?"

"You just said like ten offensive things," Mercedes said.

"And in what world would I want to make out with you?" Kurt asked.

"Um, like every world imaginable," Puck replied. "Look at me, everyone wants a ride on Puckersaurus." He winked at them all and they collectively rolled their eyes.

"Tina, please punch him," Kurt said.

"Ok," Tina agreed needing no more persuading.

She stepped up to Puck looking nervous. Casting him an apologetic look, she pulled her arm back before swinging for him, her fist smashing into his jaw with such force he was taken off his feet and thrown across the bathroom.

"Oh god," Mercedes cried out. She held up her hands and thought about freezing Puck in midair. Once again, her thoughts came to be and she concentrated on controlling her new found powers so she could lower Puck safely to the ground rather than have the boy smash his head into the tiled wall and cause serious injury.

"I, I'm sorry, I didn't… I didn't mean to," Tina babbled.

"Fuck," Puck swore rubbing his aching jaw as he stood up. "Tina Cohen-Chang, you are one badass chick!" Puck declared in admiration.

"As deeply satisfying as it was to see you be punched like that, I have to ask, are you ok?" Kurt questioned.

"My jaw hurts and I'm weirdly turned on, but I'm good," Puck said.

"We should get to class," Mercedes stated.

"Class is for losers," Puck scoffed. "Let's hang out under the bleachers and experiment with all this cool power shit you've got going on."

"No, we need to be really careful with this," Kurt objected. "We need to keep it secret and figure out how to control it and then get rid of it."

"Damn right we need to keep it secret," Puck agreed. "But if you wanna control it you should really explore how much you can actually do first."

"He might be right," Mercedes said. "Maybe we should all meet up and try and figure stuff out."

"We can do that later," Kurt replied. "For now we can behave normally and head to class," he led the way out of the bathroom and into the empty corridor. "Puck, where are you going?"

"You said we should act normal, right," Puck said. "Well for me ditching class IS normal. And you may as well ditch too, Princess, because nobody will see you now anyway."

"What?" Kurt asked.

"You're invisible again," Mercedes pointed out to him.

"Fine, I guess I'm ditching with Puckerman," Kurt sighed.

"I'll take notes for you," Tina offered.

"Thank you," Kurt said as he moved away from the girls and towards Puck.

"Whoa, Hummel, I know I'm hot but stop touching my ass," Puck laughed.

"What? No, I did not," Kurt argued. "Girls, ignore him, I did not."

"Oh damn, you really know how to touch a guy's dick," Puck called with a smirk as he laughed some more. "Yeah, harder baby."

"Nothing is happening," Kurt said vehemently stomping down the corridor so loudly that his footsteps were clearly heard.

"Hey, I'm just joking, man, wait up," Puck laughed following the sound of the boy's footsteps.

"That was weird right?" Mercedes asked Tina.

"S-so weird," Tina confirmed.

XXX

"Can you see me yet?" Kurt asked.

"No," Puck answered.

"Can you see me yet?" Kurt repeated as they exited the school building.

"No," Puck replied.

"Can you see me yet?" Kurt sighed as they trudged towards the bleachers.

"No," Puck told him.

"How about now?" Kurt asked in irritation when they arrived under the bleachers.

"Still no," Puck answered. "But don't worry. We'll find a way to control this thing. So, what's it like, being invisible?"

"Weird," Kurt replied. "Also kind of comforting."

"Comforting, how?" Puck asked, confused.

"Neanderthals can't bully you if they can't see you," Kurt stated. "And if you're invisible, nobody can make fun of you, or judge you. If I stay invisible forever then nobody could hurt me ever again. I could completely be myself without being teased or hated for it."

"Maybe," Puck shrugged leaning casually against the bleachers and looking in the direction he thought Kurt to be standing. "But if you're invisible forever, you might be free to be yourself without getting beaten up or whatever, but you'll also be showing off who you really are without anyone ever looking at you and being able to appreciate it. If you're invisible forever, you're alone forever."

"I could be alone forever anyway," Kurt remarked bitterly. "With or without invisibility issues."

"Don't forget the walking through walls thing," Puck reminded him.

"I just said I could be alone forever," Kurt huffed. "That's your social cue to say 'no, Kurt, that won't happen, there are plenty of gay boys out there who would love to date someone as fabulous as you'. But the only form of comfort you can think to offer is that I can also walk through walls now. Great, thanks, Puck, I feel so much better now."

"Sure, man, you're welcome," Puck replied feeling confident the other boy was rolling his eyes even though he had no way of seeing it. "Ok, look, you might be the gayest boy at McKinley. Maybe even the gayest boy in Lima, Ohio. But you aren't the only gay boy in the world. You'll totally hook up with some hot guy one day."

"Um, thanks," Kurt said.

"You know what, I could even be your wing man," Puck offered. "I know all about flirting and seduction. I could totally help you get into another guy's pants and teach you all about sex."

"Your tricks might work on pretty cheerleaders and their mums," Kurt commented. "But that doesn't mean the same tricks would work on gay guys. Besides, what would you be able to teach me about gay sex."

"First of all, don't ever question my sexual expertise," Puck warned him. "I'm the Puckersaurus, sex is what Puckzilla does."

"Those nicknames you've allocated to yourself are ridiculous," Kurt told him.

"But I'm still the only guy who can say he's nailed every fuckable girl at this school, even some of the not-so-hot ones and some of the teachers," Puck boasted proudly. "Now, second thing you need to know," he said blindly reaching out for Kurt, his hand finding the boy's chest. "Guys want sex all the time," Puck stated as he moved his hand up Kurt's chest then draped it around the slender boy's shoulders, pulling the invisible boy against himself. "Sometimes we might try to be sensitive or romantic, but ninety percent of the time our dicks are gonna get in the way. All we think about is sex. If I look at someone the first thing I think about is if I'd have sex with them or not. If the answer is yes then I'll fantasize about how nasty and kinky that sex could be and then maybe I'll jerk off about it later until I can convince them to make it a reality."

"That's not really something I want to know," Kurt interjected.

"All I'm saying is guys think about sex a lot," Puck replied. "You can't tell me you don't look at other guys and decide whether you'd have sex with them or not. And come on, you're invisible, you must have at least thought about sneaking into the boys' locker room so you can have a little perve without having to worry about getting beat up."

"I would never do a thing like that," Kurt claimed, insulted.

"Ok, you're a respectful guy, you wouldn't do a thing like that," Puck nodded. "Doesn't mean you haven't thought about it though."

"Shut up," Kurt muttered and Puck laughed.

"Oh yeah, Hummel, you've definitely thought about it," Puck said sounding rather proud. "Bottom line, a guy can hook up with another guy much easier than a guy hooking up with a girl. The ladies need to be wooed, especially virgins. But guys are desperate to get some action, no matter where it comes from or who its with. How else do you think ugly girls get laid? We just need to find you another gay boy, then you say 'hey, I'm Kurt Hummel, come and fuck me' and he'll pop a boner right there."

"That's highly unlikely," Kurt said, grateful for his current invisibility as he found himself blushing over being held so close to Puck's side. He'd never been so close to a boy before (not without being threatened with physical violence anyway) and it felt strangely intimate.

"No it isn't," Puck disagreed. "And come on, you're like a gay boy's wet dream. Or a dirty old gay man's wet dream."

"That's disturbing," Kurt cringed.

"It's a price you have to pay for having such a sweet ass," Puck told him casually and Kurt was sure his cheeks were aflame. "As for gay sex, I can totally walk you through that. I've done anal with a bunch of girls, and rimming. Anal with a guy won't be any different to anal with a chick. I'll even let you blow me so you can work on your technique if you like."

"Wait, what?" Kurt asked, sure he must have misheard.

"You can blow me," Puck offered. "I get a blow-job, you get to learn how to give a blow-job. It's a totally sweet deal."

"Are you insane?" Kurt exclaimed pulling away from Puck's hold.

"Just a suggestion, don't have a period," Puck mocked. "Now why don't you make a start on trying to control this invisibility thing? Concentrate, try and make yourself visible again."

So Kurt concentrated, trying to make himself become visible. It didn't work. But in all honesty he wasn't fully ready to be visible in front of Puck just yet.

"It's not working," Kurt claimed. "I'm going to head back inside and try and find the others."

"Alright, let's go," Puck said, his hand accidentally brushing Kurt's ass as he moved by.

XXX

Back in the school, a rather large congregation had gathered in one of the corridors.

"Something must be happening," a still invisible Kurt whispered into Puck's ear. "We'd better see what's going on."

Puck nodded and felt around for Kurt's invisible form until he had the boy's hand. He then made his way through the crowd of students, pulling Kurt behind him. In the centre of the crowd they found Karofsky tormenting Rachel, an angry and glasses-free Artie beside her in his wheelchair.

"What are you going to do about it, Berry?" Karofsky asked her as he snatched her school bag and scattered her belongings everywhere, the crowd of on-lookers simply watching the show. "Huh, what are you gonna do? Nobody here's gonna help you," he taunted. "Nobody likes you," he snarled and the titters of laughter that followed seemed to agree with his claim. He picked up a pile of her sheet music and began shredding it, throwing the torn up pieces of paper in her face.

"That's enough, just leave her alone," Artie snapped but Karofsky didn't even look his way.

"You said some rude things to me earlier," Karofsky reminded Rachel aggressively as he shoved her up against the locker, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor. "Now would be the time to apologise."

"I said leave her alone," Artie repeated. "She's a girl," he pointed out loudly, looking to the crowd in earnest but Rachel was just too wildly unpopular for anyone to defend.

"Tell me how sorry you are, Berry," Karofsky said darkly.

"Please, let me down, you're hurting me," Rachel had tears in her eyes and was clearly frightened, unable to block out the sound of Karofsky's threatening thoughts about what he planned to do to her.

"Karofsky, back the fuck up," Puck called out shoving a few students out of his way as he squared up to the bully and roughly shoved him. "Only real losers are pathetic enough to pick on girls."

"Who are you calling a loser, Puckerman?" Karofsky demanded to know as Rachel fell to the floor and cowered like a frightened animal. "You're in Glee Club," he mocked. "If anything, you're more of a loser than Berry and the cripple," he gestured to Artie. "Now why don't you get out of my way before I put you in your place?"

"Bring it on," Puck challenged spreading his arms wide.

Karofsky made to take a punch but Puck easily ducked then swung his fist into the other boy's jaw. Karofsky staggered with the force of the hit. He eyed Puck warily then seemed to decide that he couldn't take him on so he grabbed Rachel by her hair and yanked her to her feet.

"Let her go, man," Puck growled with a warning tone.

"Make me," Karofsky retorted.

"Let… her… go," Artie seethed and Karofsky paled as his hands fell away from Rachel. Collective gasps sounded around the crowd of on-lookers and many students backed away as Artie stood up to his full height, his wheelchair abandoned.

To Be Continued…

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