What happens at Sectionals stays at Sectionals.

"The room is spinning, I need some air!" Kurt gulped as he scanned the room for an exit. The youth saw his way out and charged ungainly across the dance floor and out the door.

"I can't believe it, Kurt is drunk" stated Mercedes and she glared at the smirking football player to her left. "This is your fault Puckerman, you better see that he's alright."

"My fault?!" Puck somehow managed to look hurt, "He's the one who can't hold his liquor." He looked at Mercedes and her death ray stare and decided that a quick retreat was called for and strode off to the door after Kurt.

He found Kurt slumped on the ground beside a bench in a small park just beside the dance hall. Obviously Kurt had botched a simple attempt to sit down and missed the bench entirely.

Standing over the slight form, Puck gently nudged him with his foot, "Are you alright Hummel?"

Kurt promptly rolled on his back and answered almost perkily "I believe some ne- neander - er - whatsit has spiked the punch."

"You're right. I spiked it. And don't call me a Neanderthal." Puck retorted as he bent down to lift Kurt to a more vertical position. "God! You're a slippery sucker" he grunted, as Kurt started to rise then fell to the ground once again.

Puck straddled him with his legs, bent over again and grabbed Kurt about the waist and tried to heave. But Kurt being a loose dead weight slithered out of his grasp again and rolled onto his stomach. Kurt just lay there facedown in the grass, giggling.

Puck let out an exasperated sigh, dropped to his knees beside the still giggling boy and tried to slide his hands under Kurt's body. Kurt wiggled out of his way and squealed "That tickles!" Flopping on his back he looked up at Puck and giving him a goofy grin he slurred, "The girls warned me about you; you're all hands." Kurt then gave him a playful slap.

"Kurt! I'm trying to pick you up!"

"I know, but you need a good line. How about 'If I told you your body was hot and sexy will you hold it against me?'"

"Dude! I'm trying to pick you up, off the ground!"

"Agh! That's a terrible line! But at least it's a play on words. I'm not one of your cougars, I want a bit of romance. Try telling me my eyes are like deep pools of blue."

Puck growing more exasperated grabbed Kurt again and tried hauling him up. "Kurt! You're driving me nuts!"

"I knew I could drive you crazy if I played hard to get." Kurt briefly looked down "Whoops, maybe I'm just hard." then laughed at his own joke.

"Oh Christ!" Puck was so shocked he tripped and they both went sprawling onto the grass, Puck landing awkwardly on top of Kurt.

"Oh very well, take me if you must! You beast! I have no defenses left!" wailed Kurt melodramatically, "I'm yours!"

"Look! I –

His response was cut off as Kurt threw his arms and legs around him and pulled him in tight for a deep and thorough kiss.

Oh what the hell, thought Noah as he kissed Kurt back hungrily. What happens at Sectionals stays at Sectionals.