Wow. It's been almost a year since I have updated this story, I am SOOOO sorry guys. I feel really, really bad about it. I had this chapter laying around for a while so I'm gonna go ahead and post it. I hoping I will get back into writing this story because it was a lot of fun but I kind of forgot where I was going with it...yeah...

Well! Hope everyone enjoys!

Shit shit holy shit calm the fuck down Puck had to yell at himself. This isn't something people get this crazy over and wanna go tell everyone in sight. Which he won't do because that's lame, but man does he just wanna race up to Kurt and show him while squealing 'Look what I did! Look what I did all on my own!' like some little kid. He isn't going to though because he doesn't know if he could stand it if Kurt looked at him with that look of pure annoyance he gets when people bug him.

He can always tell his mom, see her face pulling into a smile and saying 'Now that's what I'm talking about!'

What if Kurt does the same though? As girly as it may be, he would kill to get that from Kurt. He should tell him.

On the other hand, he could laugh at his childishness. Or worse, he could just not care. Oh God, what if he doesn't care? Puck would be all hyped and then Kurt just saying 'So?' would crush him. He's not a girl damn it! He has a dick and testosterone and everything! He just needs to bottle this up and stop dwelling on it.

"I just really want to graduate together."

Well...He did say that. It probably wasn't smart of him to react like a jerk but he isn't comfortable putting his feelings out there! Sure, he could of said 'I wanna graduate with you too and it feels awesome to hear you say that,' but he isn't cool with broadcasting his thoughts. They're his, they are to stay in his mind where no one can fuck with them. Except he's pretty fucked right now. He needs a damn flower to rip its petals off saying 'tell?...don't tell?...tell?' like some crazy person.

Oh what the hell, he's a badass, he'll show it to Kurt like it's no big deal and if it goes up in flames it will be easier to act like it doesn't bother him that nobody cares.

He senses eyes on him and with a glance to his right he notices some little freshmen staring at him. Yeah, he probably does look strange just staring at the closed cafeteria door. They need repainted. They look shitty.

"Beat it bitch!" he growls out, glare in place and he even fakes a lunge towards the kid for good measure. The freshmen makes a little yelp and takes off. Damn that felt good.

Now in a decent mood, he waltzes into the cafeteria and over to the table most of the Glee club is at.

"Sup Hummel. Need to talk to you." He jerks his head to the doors he just came from and everyone around the table has the same confused brow scrunch thing going. They all spend way to much time together.

"Um, why?" Damn it Kurt, make it hard why don't you? Heh, hard.

"Yeah, why?" Mercedes echoes.

"None of your business, damn." Oops, Puck pissed of the wrong diva.

"I know you ain't talkin' to me like that, so how about you try again."

"Um, just some business? Ma'am?" Her glare softened.

"Better. And Kurt, if this is about more car work you need to start charging."

Kurt gave an agreeing laugh and Puck could tell he was actually considering it, probably so he can buy all those clothes he wants. His slender form rose from the table and followed him out of the lunch room, stopping in the nearest empty hall which wasn't hard to find since everyone was stuffing their faces. Puck finds himself remembering that he is hungry.

"If we keep seeing each other so much at school people are going to talk."

"If someone asks I'll just say I was collecting money for my bodyguard services," Kurt gave a look as though he doubted the chances of that excuse working and Puck found himself chickening out for some reason, making him jump to a random topic that had nothing to do with what he wanted to say. "So anymore thank you notes pop up?"

"No," he dragged out the word and his suspicion was clear. Crap. "I found an apology note in my locker though. Turns out he was kind of stalking me." Kurt doesn't seem very bothered by it judging from his tone.

"So what, the dude just left a note saying 'Oh hey, sorry for stalking you so I could find your locker?'"

"Pretty much. It would seem he is nicer than he lets on in school." Kurt went to cross his arms but then saw a stray thread about an inch in length sitting randomly on his sleeve. Uh no, not acceptable. When he flicked it off and let it flutter to the floor, he noticed a square, folded up piece of paper in Puck's hand. "Looks like someone gave you a letter too?"

Following Kurt's line of sight, Puck stared at the source of his earlier turmoil. He can't believe he actually forgot he was holding it. Carelessly it was lifted towards Kurt but he had to fight to do such a simple move, even holding his breath while it was grabbed and unfolded.

"You got an 88?" Was that disbelief? Was that disappointment? Was that 'Okay you got an 88, so what?' He wasn't sure so he just shrugged and slowly let out his lung full of air, hoping it wasn't noticeable. "You got a B? Puck! You got a B! That's so good! When did you take this?" Stupidly attractive lips formed a bright smile and Puck could just collapse on the floor in relief.
"Monday, just got the test back today."

Arms swung around his neck, surprising him at first but he quickly leaned into the hug, holding on to the narrow waist pressed against him.
"I feel like I should give you a Scooby Snack." Puck laughed. "See," Kurt started, pulling away from the other, "I knew if you set your mind to something you would be fine." The tan teen appreciates the confidence Kurt has in him, appreciates it more than he thought he would, but he guesses he should tell him it was a fluke.

"Actually, it was luck. I didn't even know we were having a test." He watched Kurt for any kind of reaction and was glad when he didn't take it all back.

"Well just imagine what you can do if you try then. I expect an A text time." A slender finger poked him in the chest and he got a playful wink. Oh shit. Was that butterflies in his stomach or a hummingbird boxing his heart? Fuckin' weird man, he isn't experienced with this type of feeling and there is no way he is asking anyone for advice on how to deal with it.

All Puck could do was grin in return. Maybe this relationship stuff really was a good idea.

!GLEE!

Gaming at the Hudson-Hummels is the best. Seriously, never gonna get a better house what with the giant big screen TV, Carol being the nicest person in existents, and Burt's total understanding of what drives teenage guys. Of course that last one also works against Puck since he's dating the dude's son. Even though he totally doesn't have thoughts about molesting him or anything. Except sometimes he does which confuses the shit out of him because he doesn't no whether he should feel awkward or turned on and he ends up feeling both. It's definitely something new to him.

But Burt and Carol aren't here, both still at work, which is a good thing because no matter how cool they might not enjoy the blasting volume the game is at, loudness being the room of teenagers' best friend right now.

Puck is cracking up laughing with Artie, even if Artie is the reason he lost last round and was exiled to the recliner so Mike can take his place. The glasses adorned teen is currently dominating everyone. A cry of "Duuuude!" comes from Finn, kneeling on the floor and draped over the coffee table in an attempt to get closer to the screen, flanked by Mike and Sam on the couch with looks of equal concentration and the standard 'this shit is serious' pose of elbows on knees.

Yeah the loveseat gets left out since you have to turn to much to get a view of the TV. The large sofa is directly in front of it, Artie has his chair in between Sam's side of the couch and the recliner Puck is in which is cocked towards the screen. They fully embrace laziness.
Puck's studly senses began to tingle. A glance to his left confirms the passing of a hot ass. He followed it for a split second before it disappeared around a corner to the kitchen. The guys were absorbed in the game and Puck figured he would make use of that as well as he walkway behind the couch. Think stealth. Or you know, just walk right behind them because no one is paying attention.

One step into the kitchen and oh the sight that greats him. Puck waste no time in striding up to the bent over form rummaging through the fridge and taking a hand full of jean covered behind. Amend that, it doesn't feel like denim.

There's a surprised intake of breath from Kurt as he shoots up straight and then flinging himself around to face Puck. The fridge door closes behind him with a quiet thump.

"Don't do that," Kurt hisses, twitching his eyes to the doorway before settling them back on the other in a glare.

"Would you rather I grab your dick?' Puck couldn't stop the smirk forming across his face, Kurt's blush didn't help.

"All I wanted was my yogurt. I didn't order a side of groping so no thank you."

"But I actually kind of wanna." A dropped jaw met Puck's now serious expression.

"Uh, no. You don't."

"Uh, yeah. I do."

"Would you stop staring at it!" Pale hands awkwardly tried to cover his crotch while he angled away, his blush heating up.

"I just really wanna touch-" Kurt cut him off.

"Please refrain from finishing that sentence."

Puck shut his mouth and furrowed his brow. He can't exactly explain why he is having such a change in attitude, he just knows that getting into Kurt's pants is suddenly sounding like a really fascinating and rewarding idea. Which is weird since like, two weeks ago he kind of freaked from his hip getting very acquainted with what was in those tight pants. Yeah he is always all about sex but this is different because there are two penises involved . And yet, he suddenly wants it.

With a glance at the kitchen entrance, sound effects still blaring from the TV, he takes a step closer to Kurt who is now leaning against the counter with his exposed forearms crossed. Damn unusually attractive body parts.

"Hey, I get it if your uncomfortable or whatever, just thought I'd let you know what was on my mind."

Kurt sighs out and Puck tries to relax his posture.

"It's not like I don't ever want to do things like that, but right now it's a little soon." Those fuckin' amazing eyes met Puck's and he found that he was perfectly content just staring at them. Shit man, what the hell has happened to him? "It has only been three weeks and I'm not sure that that is enough time to," Kurt's eyes narrowed slightly during a pause, like trying to find the right word before he continued, "Adjust."

"Adjust?" That's the word he's going with? The nodding of his head proved so.

"It is one thing going to dinner or watching a movie with me, even kissing, but it is going to be hard to deny just how male I am once...you know."

"I already told you I'm good with you being a guy."

"And I believe you. However, it doesn't mean we should jump into it. Of course," Kurt shifted his weight and glanced to the side before settling on the floor, Puck looking on anxiously. "I'm also not exactly ready. Like I said, it's only been three weeks. I know that might be forever for you because of that sex shark stuff you always spout but that's a really short time for me."

Well that changes things.

"I admit I crave sex a lot. A lot a lot." Kurt rolled his eyes but still avoided looking at him. "But that's not what this is about. I don't want you because I want to screw a guy, I want you because you fuckin' care about me. I don't even think I'm gay or bi or whatever, I just...I don't know I just care about you I guess."

Wide eyes found Puck's and he felt awkward with all this emotion crap but Kurt's small smile made him feel like less of an idiot.

"Can I hug you?"

"You don't have to ask, we're together aren't we?" Puck smirked and held his arms out, welcoming the lean of Kurt against him and the feel of their arms wrapped around each other. Who knew chick flick moments could actually feel nice? "Can I kiss you?"

"'You don't have to ask, we're together aren't we?'" Kurt threw his words and a smirk back at him and man did that boy have a good smirk. It would almost be a shame to crush it with his own lips. Almost.

Kissing Kurt hasn't stopped being awesome yet. Granted, it doesn't happen that often but when it does everything is all soft. His skin is soft, his lips are soft, and the short hairs on the back of his neck are soft. Not like chick soft though because chick soft is kind of squishy, even though that is nice, but this soft is weird because it's guy soft. Which on Kurt turns out to be nice too.

"Down boy," Kurt interrupts the kiss once Puck has them pushed against the counter, making him sigh in dramatized disappointment. Right when it was getting good. "There are people in the house, three of which don't know about us and one wouldn't appreciate walking in on that." Finn could suck it up as far as Puck is concerned.

"Oh come one, they're all busy." Just then the sound of something blowing up could be heard and he raised an eyebrow as if to say 'see?' Kurt matched his look with one of his own, one that Puck hated because it meant he for some reason would do what Kurt wanted. Boooriiing.

"Okay, now go back in there before they come out of their realistically violent game induced hypnosis and notice you're gone."

Kurt steps away from the circle of his arms and he could punch himself in the gut for not liking the feeling. He has been having way to many feelings lately. It's all good though because he makes sure not to show 'em.

"Fiiiine, but not because you told me too." Puck had to make sure to kick on the last part before leaving the kitchen. He does what he wants.
It wasn't much longer from the time Puck sat back on the recliner, only getting a quick glance from Sam, that Kurt poked his head in the room.
"Call me when you move to the more pleasant world of Nintendo."

!GLEE!

"Alright," Finn started with exhaustion, slumping back against the couch from his seated position on the floor, "I call for a system switch." Mike,Sam, and Puck sighed in relief and let the tension drop from their shoulders.

"That's cool, I'll just have to kick ass in something else." Artie sounded smug, confidence radiating out of him and the kid actually had reason too seeing as he has been kicking some major ass.

"I vote Brawl on Wii," Mike proposed.

"Bring it!" Was Artie's come back, grin on full blast.

"Time to get Kurt then."

"Already on it," Sam told Finn, getting off the couch and making his way out of the room, leaving Finn to crawl over and switch cables around and drag out controllers. Puck would have went to get Kurt but that wasn't something he'd normally volunteer to do. That would have been helpful and productive and sure to get him a few strange looks from the others so he contented himself with staying sprawled out on the recliner.

Finn was back to his spot on the floor, four controllers spread out on the table in front of him, when Sam came bounding back in and re-snagged his seat which left Kurt prancing in a few steps later to climb over the back of the couch and collapse onto the middle cushion cross-legged between Mike and Sam.

It struck Puck at how normal it seemed. So...teenagery. Kurt was normally so tight, like there was a small box around him that he couldn't step out of, everything having to be packed together tightly. Seeing him flop over the couch like that was exhilarating. Even though that's stupid from something so simple but whatever, he can think anything he wants to inside his head. Like how he wouldn't mind Kurt sitting on the chair with him, atop his lap, back to muscular chest while they played some Super Smash Bros. That was sure to get them strange looks from the others and it actually sucked having to hide this from them right now.

He couldn't just walk over and plant a smacking kiss to his cheek, wrap an arm around his waist or shoulders, and holding hands was also on the list of dead give always. Oh God, he's a hand holding person now!

"I'm out of this. I've been having my ass handed to me all afternoon by Artie, I don't feel like having Kurt do the same so who is all playing him?" Finn definitely seemed to be talking from past experiences and Kurt's haughty smirk had an interestingly ruthless tilt to it. Hmmm.

"I'm sitting this round out. I wanna study what I'm up against."

"Why Puckerman, that seems so uncharacteristically smart of you."

"Well damn Hummel, why you gotta be so harsh?" A falsely sweet smile was shot Puck's way. His boyfriend is so feisty and Puck wouldn't have it any other way.

"I got this," Artie said while holding his hand out for the controller Sam was passing him.

"Controller me Finn."

Puck watched as Finn passed one over his shoulder to Kurt and was once again stuck by something. How close Finn and Kurt have gotten since becoming brothers. He never really noticed it before but now, seeing the tall teen sitting on the floor relaxed against the couch and totally cool with the closeness of Kurt, it was pretty obvious. His knees are practically on Finn's shoulders and it's cool to see them treat it like an everyday occurrence.

Two years ago Kurt would be staring down at Finn with that sickly love struck look making the other crawl over the table to get his back against a wall so the gay kid couldn't sneak up on him. Of course Puck can't really blame Finn because two years ago he would have done the same thing. But now, if he was sitting where Finn is he could easily turn around and lean in, Kurt's knees on either side of his head, the fastenings of his pants so close and easy to undo and whoa okay, hold up. Time to stop . Wanting to touch and look is one thing but tasting-focus. on. the game he told himself.

!GLEE!

Time flew by unnoticed, the room of teens too busy switching controllers, yelling at each other, yelling at the game, and handing pocket change over on a few rounds. Everything was cool until the volume started lowering, the bars on the television screen indicating sound decreasing one by one. Kurt and Mike had similar looks of 'what the hell?," while Puck and Sam stared blankly. Finn looked a little scared. They all began looking at each other before one by one they started noticing Burt and Carol standing behind the couch.

"Can you guys not bust the speakers?" A look of annoyance crossed Burt's features but since Carol was kind of smiling they couldn't really be in trouble.

"Mom, Burt, where have you been? Normally you're home by now." Now that he knows what time it is, Finn can be worried about why they are over a hour late, even though they're right their so nothing too bad could have happened.

"Me and Burt went out to dinner after work and brought you guys some pizza," Carol answered, holding up the cardboard boxes so they can be seen. She walked them around the sofa and placed them on the coffee table. The boxes were immediately crowded around by hungry teenage boys. Kurt couldn't even resist the greasy food since he forgot about his yogurt thanks to someone and hasn't eaten since school. Finn once again notices the time before speaking.

"Who is willing to see if we can drag this gaming day into overnight?" There were all around agreements around mouthfuls of pizza, Artie saying he could use a few more bucks. "Mom! Burt! Can the guys stay over tonight?" The parents stepped back into the room, none of the guys even noticing they left because once the pizza was with in reach everything else just kind of stopped being important.

"I suppose that's fine but where would everyone even sleep?" Oh Carol and her logical thinking.

"I can crash on the couch," Artie announced first, patting the armrest closest to him with a glove covered hand.

"I'm cool with staying in her with Artie on the recliner," came Sam's contribution.

"We have that extra bed in the basement that Mike can use and we still have that camping, bed type thingy in my room for Puck." Kurt gives Finn credit for remembering the bed in the basement. He hasn't been down there since he moved out. The heating and air quality can be less than desirable down there.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Burt stated looking like he meant business and Kurt knew why his dad felt that way the instant he looked from his son to Puck. "I'm not okay with Pu-"

"Dad!" Kurt shot out, a little too loud in his haste, and drew everyone's attention. Whoops. "Can I see you and Carol in the kitchen?" He tried to plaster on a pleasant smile as he stood up and stated, ushering them out of the room. "You know what Finn? Why don't you come too? A little family moment yes?" Well if that isn't weird he doesn't know what is but he already dug himself into a hole so he might as well go with it, just in a different, off the wall direction. If everyone could stop looking so confused, that would really help!

"They don't know about me and Puck." Burt and Carol share a look, seeing if the other knew this or not before all eyes were back on Kurt. "Only you three know. Well, and maybe Puck's family, I'm not exactly sure on that. Anyway, we don't want to let them know just yet."

"Why not?" Carol looked a little hurt, or was that sad? She probably has some great drama playing out in her head because of those romance novels Kurt has seen her reading recently. Kurt shrugged.

"We just think this is best for now, this is new and unexpected and we like the way it is. For now."

"So that means no funny business between you and Puckerman since there's a house full of people who you don't want to find out? Sounds good to me! I feel you two should forever keep this a secret so that Mohawked kid will keep his hands to himself and off of you."

"Dad. Just, Dad, this is so uncomfortable." Sleeves belonging to a large sweater covered the blushing teens face while he sighed and gathered his thoughts. Puck staying the night, that's nothing new. Except now he is Kurt's boyfriend. As in, his boyfriend is staying the night.

Again, I'm sorry guys -_- Hope I can gain some of you readers back because I love y'all! =^.^=