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Chapter 12 – When Boys Fight

That night, as Kurt was resting stomach-down on his bed sketching out some fashion ideas Noah Puckerman once again climbed through his basement bedroom window.

"You have got to be kidding me," Kurt commented. "Technically this is breaking and entering with a touch of psycho stalker thrown in. I should call the police and have you arrested."

"But you're not gonna do that, right?" Puck checked looking a little worried.

"No," Kurt answered. "I should, I really should. But I won't. As long as you keep Puckerman junior securely in your pants."

"Yeah, I can't promise that," Puck shrugged and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Of course not," Kurt groaned. "Why are you here?"

"I guess I like hanging out with you," Puck shrugged. "And it beats being at home. My little sister has a group of friends over for a sleepover and they're evil. They're all like mini Tina's Mercedes. Look what they did to my nails," he pouted showing off the bubblegum pink nails he was sporting.

"That is tragic," Kurt agreed. "The colour doesn't match your outfit at all."

"Any chance you have some nail polish remover stuff?" Puck asked.

"I don't wear nail polish," Kurt replied as he continued working on his sketches.

"Never mind, I still look badass, right?" Puck asked.

"Of course," Kurt deadpanned. "Nothing suggests 'danger, don't mess with me' like a set of bright pink nails."

"Seriously, man, is it cool that I'm here?" Puck asked still lingering by the window.

"I suppose I can tolerate your company," Kurt said. "Just don't let my dad catch you. But if he does find you here I suggest you run really fast."

"No problem, I've run away from angry dads and husbands plenty of times," Puck informed him. "This your mum?" he asked indicating to a framed photo on Kurt's desk.

"Yes," Kurt answered.

"She was a hot lady," Puck noted approvingly. "I'd have fucked her. Ow," he rubbed the back of his head where he'd been hit by the pencil Kurt had thrown at him. Turning to face the boy he found himself targeted with a bitchy glare that could rival the likes of Quinn Fabray. "Hey, it was a compliment," he defended.

"Well in future I would advise you to be careful about how many compliments you make about my mother," Kurt warned him.

"Ok, I crossed a line," Puck realised. "I'm sorry," he offered. "So," he picked up the pencil and walked towards the bed to hand it back to Kurt. "What are you working on?"

"Nothing really," Kurt said absentmindedly as he made some finishing touches before closing the sketchpad and setting it on the bedside table. "Who is responsible for your recent makeover by the way?"

"What do you mean? I'm just trying out a new look," Puck answered as he flopped stomach-down onto the mattress beside Kurt.

"Oh please," Kurt snorted derisively. "There is no way you could pick out such a good outfit without help and I do not believe for a second that you would shave off your mohawk without some serious persuasion."

"Tina and Mercedes took me shopping," Puck admitted. "They said my clothes weren't good enough to impress you so they got me some new stuff that you'd appreciate. Basically your two girlfriends are working together to hook us two up."

"And you agreed?" Kurt asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Those girls can be pretty persuasive," Puck said.

"What did they do?" Kurt asked.

"They threatened my junk," Puck answered honestly and Kurt's lips twitched in amusement.

"Well I never thought I'd see the day when self-proclaimed badass Noah Puckerman gets scared by two girls," Kurt mocked.

"Hey, they're not just regular girls, they have super-powers," Puck pointed out. "Vampire Babe could give me a second circumcision so fast it isn't even funny. And then she'd probably bite me. She keeps looking at my neck," he insisted.

"I'm sure Tina is not looking at your neck," Kurt told him. "How did the girls convince you to shave your head?"

"Mercedes sat on me and Tina tickled my ribs till I agreed," Puck admitted. "She accidentally scratched a little," he pulled up his shirt to show the scratch marks (and to give Kurt a view of his abs).

"While I certainly don't want to boost your ego," Kurt claimed. "After all, you're more than arrogant enough already. I will admit that the girls worked their magic. You do look good."

"Yeah?" Puck grinned running a hand over his shaved head.

"Yeah," Kurt affirmed.

"Do I look good enough to kiss?" Puck asked.

"Don't push your luck, Puckerman," Kurt advised.

"But…" Puck made to argue.

"Tina and Mercedes might make threats about your genitalia," Kurt said. "But my dad is upstairs. Don't give me a reason to call him down here because he wouldn't stop at maiming your genitals."

"Doesn't your dad think we've got something going on anyway?" Puck asked with a snigger referring to his first meeting with Mr. Hummel where he had pretty much suggested Kurt was fooling around with a number of boys.

"That little joke of yours led to a very awkward and embarrassing conversation with my dad," Kurt told him. "It took me nearly an hour to convince him that I wasn't running around throwing myself at any boy who looked my way, not that any of them do, and it took an extra half hour to assure him that I was still… you know."

"A virgin," Puck supplied and Kurt nodded as his cheeks flushed before he turned invisible. "Feeling shy, babe?" Puck asked.

"Oh, shut up," Kurt groaned as he held his hand in front of his face, unable to see it.

"Feeling stressed?" Puck asked.

"No, not stressed," Kurt answered. "I'm not as relaxed as I could be though."

"I can help with that," Puck claimed reaching a hand out to locate Kurt's invisible form. Finding the boy's shoulder, he swung one leg over so he was straddling the boy's back. He then brought his other hand up to Kurt's other shoulder and set to work on giving him a massage. "I used to do this with Finn sometimes when he was feeling really sore after Football."

"How close were you two before he started dating Quinn?" Kurt queried.

"I wasn't tapping Finn's ass if that's what you're asking," Puck replied. "He's kind of goofy-cute I guess but he'd never be my type. We jerked each other off a couple of times though."

"What?" Kurt blanched.

"Kidding," Puck laughed. "Finn's as hetero as they come."

"What about you?" Kurt asked.

"Well I'm definitely sexually attracted to at least one dude," Puck answered rolling his hips against Kurt's buttocks pointedly.

"This massage might be more relaxing if you didn't try to dry-hump me," Kurt retorted.

"Sorry," Puck apologised with a cheeky grin. "So anyway…"

"It would also be more relaxing if we didn't talk," Kurt interjected.

"Alright," Puck replied as he continued to rub at the invisible boy's shoulders.

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"You smell like Puckerman," Tina smirked as she swept up behind Kurt.

"Tina," Kurt near shrieked, her stealthy appearance making him jump. "You need to stop doing that."

"Don't try and change the conversation," Tina told him. "Tell me what happened."

"He climbed through the window and against my better judgement I let him stay," Kurt answered her.

"Did you kiss?" Tina asked eagerly, her dark eyes boring right into Kurt's.

"No," Kurt replied and Tina looked rather offended. "He did offer but I declined."

"Why? He's hot," Tina pointed out.

"Plenty of boys are hot," Kurt said. "But I'm certainly not prepared to just kiss all of them so why should Puck be any different?"

"Hey," Mercedes greeted. Her smile was infectious as she hopped out of her mum's car and joined them at their designated meeting area. "Are the others on their way?" she asked.

"Santana and Brittany are in that car over there," Tina pointed down the street with her superior eyesight. "Rachel's nearby, I can smell her but I can't see her yet."

"Have I told you that the smelling people thing is creepy?" Kurt asked rhetorically.

"Kurt had another sleepover with Puck," Tina revealed to Mercedes who looked excited to hear the news.

"Details," Mercedes requested. "Did you kiss?"

"No," Kurt sighed. "And I'd appreciate it if you two wouldn't be so meddlesome."

"Kurt, baby, we're only doing this because we care about you," Mercedes said. "You need to give Puck a chance. Please, for me."

"I've let him share my bed twice now, what more could you want?" Kurt asked and a perverted look flashed mischievously in Tina's eye. "On second thought don't answer that," he said hurriedly just as Santana and Brittany pulled up in the former's car.

"Hey guys, who are we waiting for?" Brittany asked as she and Santana joined them.

"Just Rachel and Quinn," Mercedes answered as Santana's cell phone beeped.

"Make that just Rachel," Santana said after looking at her phone. "Quinn's changed her mind. She's not coming to the Spa day."

"Rachel's down the other end of the street," Tina informed them now that she was able to see the girl.

"Did we really have to invite Berry?" Santana asked.

"Be nice," Tina hissed. "She's having a rough time."

It clearly took Santana a lot of effort not to hurl a tirade of insults at Tina, or rant in Spanish about how she came from Lima Heights Adjacent, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. She wasn't foolish enough to mess with Vampire Tina.

Rachel joined them and they divided up into Santana's and Kurt's cars to head to the Spa. Brittany of course joined Santana in her car and Mercedes suggested that she and Tina ride with them so that Rachel wouldn't be in a car surrounded by too many people with all their different thoughts. Therefore, Kurt and Rachel spent the drive together.

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"Thanks for today, Kurt," Rachel said hours later as the boy dropped her off at her house. "It was just what I needed."

"You're welcome," he told her as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Rachel," he said and she looked to him. "You're not anywhere near as annoying as I thought you were."

"I know," Rachel replied. "I can still hear your thoughts. I promise I'm not intentionally listening in but I can hear."

"I know you can hear," Kurt said. "And I know we're all sometimes thinking things that you don't want to hear, or that you shouldn't hear. I guess some of it is horrible stuff that you don't deserve to hear being thought about you. But some things shouldn't be thoughts and nothing more. Some things should be verbalised for you to hear. And this is one of those things. You are a good person, Rachel. Where it counts and when it matters you're a good friend to have. You are flawed of course but we all are. Anyway, you are my friend," he told her. "And I know I haven't always been fair to you or as friendly as I could be. But from now on I'm going to be nicer to you."

"Thank you, that… that means a lot to me," Rachel smiled. "I'm going to hug you now," she warned before leaning over to wrap her arms around him.

"Looks like you have a visitor," Kurt said seeing Artie walking down the street towards them.

"Oh," Rachel blushed faintly as she pulled away from Kurt. "Do I look ok?" she asked him nervously.

"You look fabulous," he assured her.

"Hey Rach," Artie called out. "Kurt," he waved and Kurt nodded at him. Artie stopped by the passenger side to open the car door for Rachel and extended his hand to her to help her out.

Keep hold of his hand, invite him for a walk and stop fiddling with your hair, Kurt told Rachel mentally.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Rachel asked Artie, keeping hold of his hand and leaving her hair alone as Kurt had advised.

"Sure, sounds great," Artie grinned.

"I'll see you guys later, have fun," Kurt said. Don't slouch, laugh at his jokes and try not to talk about yourself as much as you usually do Kurt advised before driving off.

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Rachel and Artie had been walking hand-in-hand for a short while when they passed a man trying to teach his little girl how to ride a bike.

"I remember my first time on a bike," Rachel commented to Artie. "My dads tried teaching me with song and dance. It wasn't really the best teaching technique. I think that is the single time in my life when choreography and a show-tune failed to help me. I fell off almost instantly and scraped both my knees. But I was determined to be able to ride. I actually ended up teaching myself. I fell off a lot but one day everything just seemed to fall into place and I just got it. Wow, that first time I managed to ride, it was so exhilarating, so freeing." She realised she was talking about herself a lot and Kurt had advised her against that. "What about you?" she asked. "What was your first time on a bike like?"

"I actually never learned," Artie said. "The accident happened and I was in the wheelchair before I ever had the chance." Man, I'd have loved to ride.

"I'm so sorry, Artie, I shouldn't have brought it up," Rachel apologised mentally kicking herself.

"Don't worry, its fine," Artie assured her. Really, girl, we're good.

"Well, it's not too late," Rachel pointed out. "You aren't in the wheelchair anymore. You could learn to ride a bike now. I could even teach you," she offered. "I managed to teach myself after all."

"That sounds great but I don't have a bike," Artie replied.

"That doesn't matter, you can learn on mine," Rachel told him. "I know a little park area that nobody really goes to. I could teach you there."

"Alright," Artie agreed and Rachel hugged him in excitement as she led him back to her house so they could collect her bike.

A short while later, Artie was astride Rachel's pink bike wearing a pink helmet with gold stars painted on the sides and sparkly pink and gold streamers bursting from the bicycle handles.

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"Oh no, no, you don't want to eat that," Santana remarked to Finn as she stood behind him in the lunch line on Monday.

"Sure I do," Finn claimed. "I love chocolate cake. Everybody loves chocolate cake."

"But some people love it too much and they end up getting fat," Santana stated. "I can already see things developing for you in the man-boob area. Being a virgin is embarrassing enough, Hudson. Do you really want to be a virgin with man-boobs?"

"I don't have man-boobs," Finn glared at her as he abandoned the chocolate cake and grabbed a banana instead. "And it's not like I'm going to be a virgin forever. Me and Quinn have been dating for ages now; she's got to put out soon, right?"

"I don't know," Santana shrugged. "I think in most cases if a girl hasn't spread her legs for you within the first week then she's probably never going to. You see, in High School, there are girls who are easy, girls who play hard to get, and then girls who just aren't playing. And Quinn isn't playing. At least not with your junk anyway. If sex with Quinn is what you're waiting for then you're wasting your time. Malibu Bible Barbie is never putting out for you."

"Really?" Finn asked sounding highly deflated as they sat down at a table together.

"Really," Santana answered without any sympathy.

"Damn, what should I do?" Finn asked. "I really like Quinn but I'm a guy, I wanna have sex."

"First of all, you don't really like Quinn," Santana told him. "Nobody really likes Quinn. She's a bitch."

"So are you," Finn pointed out and Santana smiled as though it were a compliment.

"Yes," she agreed. "I'm a bitch. But I'm also freaking hilarious while Quinn has no sense of humour to speak of. More importantly, I'm a bitch who is willing to put out and that makes me far more likable. Now, if you really wanna have sex, just go and have sex."

"But you said Quinn won't do it," Finn replied.

"Well I didn't say have sex with Quinn," Santana said. "Find another girl, one who is willing to drop her panties and spread her legs. But not Brittany, you're not good enough for her, do you understand me? Nod."

"Sure, not Brittany, I understand," Finn nodded. "But, um, can I really just have sex with another girl?" Finn asked. "I mean, won't Quinn be kinda mad?"

"Quinn doesn't need to know," Santana responded.

"So you're saying I should cheat on her?" Finn asked.

"Everybody cheats Finn," Santana told him. "Your girlfriend won't have sex with you. So you need to either find a girl who will or just get used to spending the nights with your right hand and then in a few years leave for college as a virgin. Have you heard what they do to virgin boys at college?"

"I guess I could do it with another girl," Finn reasoned choosing to ignore Santana's last question. "That way if Quinn does decide she's ready I'll know what I'm doing and be able to make it special for her."

"Sure," Santana nodded. "If you want I can point out which girls on the Cheerio's are easy. By the way, aside from Quinn, it's all of them."

"Maybe," Finn answered. "Or maybe I could ask Rachel. She does kind of have a thing for me," he boasted.

"Oh please," Santana rolled her eyes. "Berry's crush on you was so a month ago. She's totally got the hots for Artie now. They were looking pretty cosy dancing together at Britt's help the super-heroes session. And I heard from Tina who heard from Britt who was told by Mercedes that Berry was teaching Electric-boy how to ride a bike over the weekend."

Finn looked annoyed to hear such things and that caused Santana a great deal of amusement as she ate her lunch.

"I'm done," Finn declared finishing his food. "Later, Santana."

"I wonder if I can make anybody cry today," Santana mused to herself as she looked about the cafeteria.

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"Hey," Finn confronted Artie when he found the other boy bending down to put something away in his locker.

"Finn," Artie acknowledged straightening up. "What would you like to lecture me about today?"

"I thought I warned you to stay away from Rachel," Finn said.

"You did," Artie nodded. "I just didn't listen," he casually began striding away.

"Hey Artie, you're looking cute today," a girl winked at him and the compliment made him walk a little taller.

"Dude, this conversation is not over, you are too dangerous, man," Finn claimed marching after Artie and moving round him to block his path. "I've told you to stay away from Rachel and I meant it."

"Yeah, and just what are you gonna do about it?" Artie asked in a challenging tone.

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On the floor above, Rachel fell off of her chair and gripped at her head as a vision played out before her, the pain of it feeling like a million needles being stabbed into her brain.

"Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked in concern as he moved from the front of the Spanish classroom towards his pupil.

Mike and Mercedes were already out of their seats and bending down to help their teammate.

The vision ended and Rachel struggled to get her breathing under control. Hearing a male thought that was probably Mr. Schue about her underwear being on show she quickly closed her legs and rearranged her skirt.

"Rachel, look at me," Mr. Schue directed. "Are you ok?" he had one hand rubbing at her back and rested the other on her upper thigh for a few seconds before she pushed it away.

"Epileptic fit," Mike said loudly to the rest of the class who were watching nosily.

"I should take you to the school nurse," Mr. Schue declared helping Rachel to her feet.

"I'd rather Mercedes take me," Rachel replied.

"You do need to stay and teach the class, Mr. Schue," Mercedes pointed out. "I can help Rachel," she said grabbing their bags and placing a supporting arm around Rachel's waist to help her out before Mr. Schue could even respond. "Girl, are you ok?" she asked once they were out of the classroom.

"We need to get downstairs," Rachel said earnestly.

"What's going on?" Mercedes asked as they quickened their pace.

"Artie and Finn are having a massive fight," Rachel answered in a panicked tone. "We need to get to them and stop it before…"

"Before what?" Mercedes asked in a worried tone.

"Before Artie loses control," Rachel said.

Understanding that Artie losing control meant a special effects show with Finn on the receiving end, Mercedes practically dragged Rachel down the staircase so they could get to the fighting boys as soon as possible.

"Hey!" Mercedes called out seeing Artie and Finn throwing punches at one another in the middle of the corridor with a crowd of spectators jeering them on. "Cut that out right now!"

"Artie, Artie, stop it, that's enough!" Rachel cried as she and Mercedes pushed a few people out of their way. "Artie, stop, it isn't worth it, just leave him alone."

"Cut it out, Finn," Mercedes requested.

"He started it," Finn snarled shoving Artie roughly and punching him in the stomach.

"Well I'm finishing it, that's enough!" Mercedes roared at them but the boys ignored her.

Finn pinned Artie against the lockers only to be kneed in the groin and shoved against the lockers on the other side of the corridor.

"Artie, Finn, please stop this," Rachel pleaded. "I saw it," she said to Mercedes. "I saw all this. I know how it ends. We have to stop this."

"We got this," Mercedes whispered back before concentrating and yelling out 'Stink bomb'. She then used her powers to create a fog so that the other students couldn't see anything. Still being able to see clearly herself, Mercedes grabbed Rachel's arm and led them towards the fight. Finn now had Artie pinned on the floor and they were both blindly throwing punches at one another.

Squinting through the foggy mist Mercedes had conjured, Rachel could just about make out their shapes and pulled away from Mercedes and latched onto the back of Finn's letterman jacket in an effort to force him off. As Finn pulled his arm back to take another swing at Artie, his elbow hit Rachel in the face and she released a pained cry as she fell back against Mercedes.

The fog disappeared and the fighting boys and two girls were the only ones left in the corridor.

"She's bleeding," Mercedes said loudly as she checked the girl over and discovered her bleeding lip.

"Rachel, I didn't mean… shit, I'm sorry," Finn told her.

"Right, you're sorry," Artie commented, wheezing as he rubbed his hand over his aching ribs. "And you say I'm too dangerous to be around her."

"If either of you boys says another word I'm gonna cut you," Mercedes warned them. "We're friends, teammates, we're supposed to stick together and look out for one another. Not beat each other black and blue and draw blood. Come on," she said helping Rachel stand before easing Artie onto his feet. "Looks like all three of you need to visit the nurse."

"Rachel, I really am sorry," Finn said.

"It was an accident," Rachel acknowledged, her words a little slurred due to her swollen lip. She could hear in his thoughts how apologetic and mortified he was over having accidentally hurt her. "You're lucky," she told them. "It was going to be a lot worse."

"What does that mean?" Artie asked. Every step he took made it feel like his ribcage was on fire while Finn limped along beside him.

"Rachel had a vision of you two beating the crap out of each other," Mercedes answered. "She saw you lose control of your power," she told Artie. "So I'm guessing the outcome wouldn't have been too pretty."

The quartet reached the nurse's office, finding Puck reclining on one of the beds.

"Puck, what are you doing here?" Mercedes asked.

"I was suffering from boredom in Math class so I came to the nurse's office," he answered. "Yikes, what happened to you guys? You didn't say the wrong thing to Vampire Babe did you?"

"What has happened here?" the Nurse asked stepping out of her office and taking in the state of the two boys and Rachel's lip.

"These two had a fight," Mercedes stated and the Nurse clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

"I'll have to inform the Principal about this," she informed them helping Finn and Artie onto a bed each. "Oh dear, what happened to your lip, sweetheart?" she asked Rachel.

"I caught it on the door of my locker," she lied.

The nurse enlisted Mercedes to tend to Rachel's lip while she checked over the two boys and issued Puck with another lollipop for being 'such a sweet boy'.

To Be Continued…

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