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Noah Puckerman was angry.

He had just came from a Glee club meeting- a diva-off- that Kurt had been whining about for days. Noah, he would say, this is so unfair! She is such a bitch! She, of course, referred to the diva in question- Rachel, whom Puck had once had the misfortune of dating. So when Kurt had told him excitedly that he did it- he reached the high note that was needed for him to win the solo- he was excited, too. But he wasn't surprised. Why wasn't he surprised?

Because he had made him make that note in many bouts of love-making.

Never mind that now, here he comes. "Hey," he growled. "What?" the smaller male replied. "What was that in there?" Puck continued. "What was what?" Kurt's eyes avoided his own. Puck looked at the time; they still had about half an hour before school started. Puck grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to the male locker room. Once he was satisfied no one was there, he resumed the conversation.

"I know you can hit that note," to which he huskily added into Kurt's ear, "I've made you hit it before." Kurt blushed slightly, no doubt thinking of the times that Puck was speaking of. "I… I couldn't do it," Kurt whimpered, "My dad…" Okay, now he was concerned. Kurt only used that tone when he was begging for something, usually for him to- well, you know. "Your dad what?" Puck asked. Kurt burst into tears and began to sob onto Puck's shoulder. "N-Noah!" he hiccupped, "They… they called him! They called him and said, 'Your son's a f-f-fag!'"

Oh, god. Not this again.

"Who was it?! Was it Davidson again? I swear to god I will beat him into the fucking ground…." "I… I don't know," Kurt said, wiping his eyes, "B-but, now my dad's mad and-" "Shh," Puck softly kissed Kurt. "It's gonna be okay."

25 minutes later, Noah Puckerman was no longer angry. Quite the opposite, in fact. But now's not the time; he can think about Kurt after Calc.