BONUS CHAPTER (PUCK'S P.O.V)

As Noah Puckerman stood at the train station looking into the distance where the train for New York had departed and disappeared, the bouquet Kurt had desperately desired fell to the floor as four men walked up behind him tentatively.

"I shouldn't't have slept with him." Puck mumbled, not even turning around to the men behind him. He wasn't stupid. Well, actually, that was questionable.

"I tried to talk him out of it." Finn confessed, placing his hand on Puck's broad shoulder and squeezing affectionately. "But Santana was whispering in his ear throughout the whole journey to the party. He sounded so different to how he usually is. He was all like 'one night of fun' and 'I'm not going to fall in love'."

"Blaine broke his heart and idea of romance." Puck answered in a far away voice, his eyes finally leaving the tracks to stare at the battered bouquet on the floor next to him. "He told me himself."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably under the displeased stare of his ex boyfriend's brother.

"But didn't Mercedes tell you that already?" Sam asked in a puzzled voice. "That Kurt was looking for a casual hook-up? That's why you got so cold with him outside the reception venue, wasn't it?"

"I know. But he kind of seduced me dude." Puck complained, finally turning to Mike, Finn, Sam and Blaine. "I was going to close off my heart knowing his wasn't into it. But then I started thinking 'when am I gonna get this chance again?' and 'maybe I can change his mind'." the badass huffed lowly. "Three years. Three fucking years of waiting and when I finally get my chance, I blew it."

"That's what she said." Sam joked, but it fell on deaf ears as all the boys gave him a flat look to show his humour wasn't appreciate in the moment as Puck thought about how this all began.

Puck was a badass and a sex stud. Roaming the halls of McKinley, he was constantly reminded of nerds he had beat up or girls he had Pucked and he took great satisfaction in it. He was a sixteen year old who had slept with over 40 girls of various ages and he was immensely proud of the fact. He had done all the girls on the netball team and was well on his way to going through all the Cheerio's. God, there was something about a Cheerio and that uniform.

That appreciation was the beginning of the end as the Cheerio's rocked out in sophomore year to a Madonna song '4 minutes' revealing two brand new Cheerio's. Mercedes, who he later went on to woo, and Kurt Hummel. As Puck's face fell at the sight, his cock rose. Damn that boy was hot, for a dude and all. But as much as Puck wanted to peel him out of that uniform, he kept quiet. Wanting to fuck a boy, no matter how feminine, was seriously gay. And Puck wasn't gay.

So he kept silent and lusted from afar, which became a lot harder in Junior year when Kurt had a growth spurt and grew up. He went from being Cheerio's hot to a beautiful sight in general, even in his crazy get up. By the time Puck did finally pluck up the courage to tell Kurt of this fact and beg to see him completely exposed, the badass landed himself in Juvie. While locked up, he thought about his attraction to the pale boy that had grabbed his attention. He noticed the angelic tone to the boy's singing voice, remembered his fierce loyalty and smiled at his bitchy tone. Puck worried himself stupid that this thing might be more than just a physical attraction thing, so when he got out of juvie, his fear kept him quiet.

And then Kurt transferred schools and Puck was shocked about how much he missed the little dude. He thought after a while, he would just forget about him, out of sight out of mind. But it didn't work, absence made the heart grow fonder. He fell in love with Kurt, or at least realised he was in love, when they both teamed up the sort out Rachel's Barbara-vention, but still Puck couldn't get the words out.

Then Kurt moved back to McKinley and instead of it being amazing, it was awful because it turned out Puck had waited too long because his love had got himself his first boyfriend, Blaine.

So throughout the rest of junior year and all of senior year, Puck sat back and silently preyed for them the break up, but they never did and Kurt didn't look at him twice and before Puck knew it, they were graduating and Kurt was flying to New York and Puck was kicking it in L.A. Mckinely was gone, nothing bound the two together anymore and Puck tried to move on with the knowledge that they would probably never see each other again. And then he heard about Kurt and Blaine's break up and then the wedding invitation came.

"Don't you think you should have told him about your feeling's at the wedding?" Blaine asked, having known about Puck's feeling since the beginning when Puck had cornered him after the Warblers sang goodbye in the McKinley courtyard, and demanded him never to hurt Kurt. "It was Valentines day and everything."

"Like I said, he only wanted a fuck. He didn't want anything more. He didn't want me." Puck growled angrily, kicking the flowers that were taunting him onto the railway tracks.

"I thought when you kissed that you both really connected." Mike mused aloud. "I thought you both wanted the same thing, that's way I fist bumped you, dude."

"So did I, Bro." Puck sighed, rubbing his hands roughly over his face. "And the sex was different. It wasn't just the standard fuck, not for me anyway. I thought we connected and I was just gonna tell him everything after we came, but he started rambling on about boasting to people that he rid me and ran out of the place." Finn went a pale colour of green and Blaine cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I shouldn't of done it. Everyone warned me it was just a casual thing and yet I still let my fucking heart hope." Puck's voice got louder and angrier with every word. "And now he's gone and I couldn't even give him the fucking flowers he wanted. I couldn't give him anything."

Puck's companions watched as their usually composure and chilled out friend pulled at his hair and paced the platform and gritted his teeth in silence. Blaine felt incredibly guilty, feeling he played a massive part in the heartache he was currently watching. Stealing Kurt from him, then breaking his heart, turning him from a romanticist to Santana's clone. Sam felt bad because he had advised Kurt to think with his head and not his dick when he should have told him to think with his heart instead. Mike was feeling genuinely bummed out for his old friend because for first time in a long time, both Kurt and Puck had been single at the same time and yet past experiences and locations still kept them apart. Finn however, was bored of this shit.

"Enough!" the tall teen shouted unnecessarily, startling everyone to look at him. "I'm fed up of this fucking secret. Look what it's doing to you, man." he gestured sadly to his best friend who looked almost distraught. "This ends tonight." the declared in a voice of authority he had learned during his 2 week army stint. He had broken Will's heart by kissing his fiancé a week before their wedding, he was going to redeem himself by healing someone else's. "Come on, we're driving to New York."

THE END