Finn sat on his bed, head in his hands. The memory of Puck leaving and slamming the door behind him replayed in his head about a million times before he stood up and dejectedly stomping down the stairs.

"You and Puck have a fight?" Kurt asked, looking up from his notebook on the table as his step-brother opened the fridge. "It's only natural. Most couples do fight, you know."

The tall boy groaned and pulled out an almost empty bottle of chocolate milk, halfheartedly telling Kurt to be quiet before chugging the rest of the delicious drink.

"You can talk to me about it. Blaine and I have had our share of fights, Finn. I could help," the countertenor declared, quickly adding 'if you want me to, that is.'

"I don't even know what I did!" the confused teen shouted, tossing the empty milk jug into the trash can. "He just got super pissed at me and I don't know what the hell I did to make him so mad!"

"Well… First I have to ask about your… sexual habits. Were you two active and then you stopped? That would make Puck angry," the green-grey eyed teen stuck the end of his pen between his teeth. "Or maybe something is bothering him at home and he doesn't know how to tell you, or he just doesn't know how to cope."

"It's probably the first one. I wouldn't… let him… yeah. Whatever. He can get over it and call me when he's done being a little bitch."

Kurt inwardly flinched at Finn's harsh tone and hoped that Puck would indeed get over his significant other not letting him take his virginity.

"Finn, I understand you aren't exactly happy with Puck's… attitude toward this, but maybe you should take the first step. Talk to him about it and try to put some boundaries for... how far you want to go until you reach a certain age, or just a certain time in your relationship," the pale teen stated softly, chewing absentmindedly on the pen tip in his mouth.

"I was trying to set some boundaries when he decided 'oh, let's start makin' out and gettin' all touchy feely and maybe he'll let me do him,'" the dark haired boy snapped, sighing. "I kind of… I don't know how to put it. He just wasn't very happy with me telling him no."

"He either wasn't listening or he thought you setting boundaries was you saying you wanted to get more… intimate and he wanted to take it further."

Finn nodded and was about to head back upstairs to mope when the door opened and his mother stepped in, calling out "I'm home."

"Oh boys. I didn't expect you both to be down here. Finn, didn't Noah come over?" she asked, walking into the kitchen and sitting her purse on the table. "He was over when I left."

"Puck is being an asshole and he left," Finn replied, mentally slapping himself. "Sorry mom, I meant he was just being a jerk and left…"

"What happened?"

Finn's eyes met Kurt's, slightly asking him to explain.

"Puck wanted to have sex and Finn wasn't ready," the smaller boy filled in, right when his father walked in. "Puck got pissed and left. We've yet to determine if that was actually why though. I still think Finn should call and ask."

"Wait, what am I hearing?" Burt inquired; slightly confused at the conversation he arrived home to. "Do I need to have a talk with Puckerman?"

"No, it's okay," Finn stated quickly. "I'll let him get over it and then he can talk to me. I'll see you guys later; I'm gonna go play some games before dinner."

The three watched Finn go upstairs before sharing a concerned look.

"Kurt—"

"I got it, dad," Kurt cut his dad off and sent a text to Puck, before smiling halfheartedly at the two adults and returning his attention to his forgotten notebook.