Story: Can't Fight This Feeling

Chapter: I Kissed A Girl

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Puck would be attracted to Kurt like Britney Spears is to razors. (If you decide to quote that, make sure to credit me ;) I came up with it, after all!)

Author's Note: Er.. Hi.. probably disappointed fans. Sorry for my muse. This one's defective. I have family over right now. Like, staying here. So self-time hardly ever happens. I'm also sorry that my excuses are frequent too.

If I were you, I'd pull up the previous chapter and read the 'Home' scenes side by side. I did when I was writing it.

I'm going to try and finish this story fast, before I quit or something. So chapters will be pretty packed full of stuff, and it's not going to be what I wanted in the beginning, but then I can work on my one-shot, which is more satisfying to me. (Good plot for that, just letting you know in advance)

Puck's POV

I growled as the Cheerio I was making out with ground herself against me. She moaned sluttily.

As my mouth smashed against hers, I remembered the earlier events of that day.

Fuck, I thought as I saw Kurt complaining to Mr. Schue about the placement of Finn, Kurt and I. Mr. Schue didn't budge. As Kurt sauntered over to his spot, grumbling furiously, I knew I was in trouble.

Because, DAMN, Kurt was fucking hot. Wait.. WHAT? Kurt's not hot, he's a fag. Yeah, he might have one fucking juicy piece of an ass, legs for miles, and a thin, toned structure but he's a fag.

Somewhere inside of him, a little voice called, Sure, he's gay, but he's hot and you know it. Don't be a pussy, admit that you want to fuck him. Admit that for Hummel, you'd be a fag any day.

Uh, no.

Uh, YES. I'm your inner voice. The one that speaks the truth. Don't argue with me.

Kurt stepped in between Finn and I, then glared at me. I winced inside. Well, inner voice, it sure as hell wouldn't matter, considering that Hu- Kurt hates me.

I was interrupted from my thoughts when the music began and Tina started singing.

When I think of home
I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there
With the things I've been knowing

*Y'know, Tina's pretty hot. Too bad Artie's got dibs, I would and could tap th- Hey! Why does Finn get to be looked over? I was in that closet too, and I broke Karofky's nose for y- Oh, geez, I hate seeing you all sad and lonely like that.. and please don't let it fuck up your singing..

Wind that makes the tall grass bend into leaning
Suddenly the raindrops that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean

After seeing Kurt so lonely, I took the chance to drool over his body. Okay, fine, little voice. So maybe I'm gay for him. But only him. I'm like, Hummelsexual or something.

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back
Now that I have some direction
It sure would be nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again

*Oh, god.. so fucking hot. It's no wonder Aretha had a major crush on h- OH FUCK! He's looking at me! I felt my face go hot and I whipped my eyes around the room nonchalantly.

Suddenly my world has gone and changed its face
But I still know where I'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space
Yet I've watched it glowing

If you're listening God
Please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we try and stay
Or should we run away?
Or would it be better just to let things be?

To me, those last lines were exactly what was going through my mind.

Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy, oh...
But it taught me to love
So it's real, real, real to me

And I've learned
That we must look, look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours, like mine
Like home... Home.

We finished and I slunk my shoulders, looking at the ground. I knew I was stiff inside my pants (yes, my pants. not my underwear. I go commando, remember?), and I reached soundlessly for my backpack and dangled it from my wrists in a way that covered my hard on.

Later, after Mr. Schue's talk:

I was suddenly hit by the truth I had realized only minutes ago. I love Hu- Kurt. I'm.. gay..

That was when I freaked out. I grabbed a Cheerio and we made a beeline for the next closet. The girl, a slutty, pigtailed, blondie was ecstatic to oblige. Hey, I may have totally ruined my social life, my love life, and my home life was already ruined, but there was still the resident future prostitutes to give me pleasure. I didn't like doing that at all, though. The damn girls sucked at sex and never got him off right. So, makeout sessions were the extent of Puck's interactions with them.

That moment, I felt terrible and filthy and whorish and altogether disgusted. I pushed off the Cheerio, ignoring her whimpers, and it was in that sudden epiphany of determination that I decided: I would come out of the closet.

..No, really. I left the closet.

Author's Note: Hellooooooooooooooo again. The 'Hummelsexual' bit was, unfortunately, not my idea, it was in an absolutely wonderful story called "I'd Lie" by IceQueenRia. And after you read that, there's the sequel, "The Reason". Review! Rest In Peace, Season 1 of Glee and Happy Summer!