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The Problem	By : writeaddict Category: G through L > Glee Views: 5885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3
Puck was a badass motherfucker. Literally.
He broke people and rubbed salt in the wound by fucking their mothers, or he broke them after–he wasn’t picky. And there was nothing they could do about it.
He had chicks making appointments to get fucked and his cool factor was off the charts. So why wouldn’t Kurt even look at him?
They had an awesome summer, over a year ago, and now Puck wanted it back. He didn’t want the same old boring females, it wasn’t the same after Kurt had rocked his world– he had just needed some time to experiment to figure that out. So he let Kurt know his interest in the same way he had let all the other ladies; it was a foolproof method. He went up to him and told him he wanted him. At that point the panties dropped and the girl in question bent over.
Instead he was flat out rejected. Rejected.
That had never happened to him, not even Quinn had been able to hold out–she had just managed to get them to a room.
Puck wasn’t hurt that he had been shot down and practically laughed at. No, he was pissed. And that meant they needed to pay. Even if it wasn’t necessarily Blaine’s fault that Kurt liked him and he shouldn’t be pissing off the guy he was trying to get to date him. That’s right. He would have even been willing to date Hummel. It had been mind blowing while they were together and that could only get better with time and anger between them. That shit was like wine, it got better with age and anger only fed it, it made sure that you weren’t forgotten–that you made an impact.
Yeah, every single girl that he had slept with at his deadbeat school would remember him– and not just because he had taken most of their virginities. He was Puck-zilla, come on, there was no way he was committing to anyone. He couldn’t be tamed by anyone.
Funny that the one person he was willing to make the effort for didn’t want him. Why didn’t he want him? He was clearly better than the virgin Kurt was with now. Did Hobbit 2 even know how to do anything in bed?
So he was pissed, and had reasonable right to be. Yeah, he knew four syllable words so everyone who thought he wasn’t smart could suck it. School was for losers and he couldn’t be bothered with it.
So yeah, he had gotten pissed and shoved the short kid into a wall. Was it even natural to be that short? You’d think that being that rich his parents would be able to feed him.
The point was, Blaine was sorta badass. He definitely wasn’t expecting the punch the kid threw at him, and he expected it to hurt even less. The kid had a wicked arm, that hit would definitely leave a shiner. It also gave him a reason to beat the living shit out of him.
Puck wasn’t quite sure what happened but the fight ended with Kurt sitting on him and yelling at Blaine to stop.
Kurt got up and glared at he and Blaine. He just glared at Blaine, it wasn’t right to still be hitting a man while he was down and someone else was sitting on him.
“Apologize.”
“What?” he protested, “You can’t expect me to say sorry to him when he hit me too,” he said nodding at Blaine.
“Both of you will apologize to each other,” Kurt’s glare could have frozen water, “And he wouldn’t have hit you, Puck, if you hadn’t started it.”
When Kurt continued to stand there, glaring at them, with his hands on his hips they mumbled apologies to each other.
“You two will follow me to my car and you will do it now. I can’t believe the two of you started fighting in glee club like that! I thought you both were more mature and wouldn’t act like Neanderthals but apparently I was wrong.”
Puck followed Kurt as he stomped towards his car with Blaine trailing behind him. He wasn’t dumb; he could tell when he was being used as cannon fodder, or at least a shield.
Kurt stopped abruptly in front of his car and turned to face them.
“Get in,” his voice was flat, he threw a pack of baby wipes at them, “Clean up first, if either of you get blood in my car I will emasculate you.”
Break/Break/Break

When they arrived at Kurt’s housed, he brought them up to his room.
“Boys, shirts off.”
Puck and Blaine took of their shirts and Puck found himself checking out the other guy. Blaine was toned. He was muscular in a way that wasn’t obvious; he was wiry. He preened in his head knowing he had Blaine beat with his six-pack abs. Kurt stepped into the bathroom and returned with a basket filled with bandages and little containers.
“What’s that?” Puck asked.
Kurt shot him a sardonic look as if asking ‘really?’ and replied, “My first aid kit.”
Puck felt the first stirrings of annoyance run through him, “I know. Why is it so big?”
Kurt ignored him and looked at them both before saying, “I’m going downstairs for some ice packs. If I come back to see you two fighting, I’ll kick you both out.”
He returned moments later with the ice packs in his hands wrapped in towels and went up to Blaine. Kurt prodded at his swollen lip for a bit, earning a hiss and nodded.
“It’s not too bad, ice it for a bit and then I have some cream you can put on it that will bring down the swelling a bit and prevent any scars. Put the rest of ice on your ribs.”
Kurt handed Blaine a couple of ice packs and threw some to Puck, “I’m not even going to say anything to you since you know what to do with those,” he said, indicating to the icepacks, “Both of you leave those on for twenty minutes.”
Kurt headed out the room again.
“Where are you going?” Puck asked.
“I don’t want to be around the two of you right now and you honestly don’t deserve my company. So I’m going to make dinner and you two are going to stay up here where I can’t see you. Be aware that I’ll know if you do anything stupid so don’t even try to fight again because if you think I’m angry now it will be nothing compared to what I will be if you guys give yourselves more injuries.”
After Kurt exited his room, Puck waited for a little while before turning to Blaine and sneering.
“You are in my way.”
Blaine didn’t even bat an eyelash. “And if it’s Kurt you want, I’m afraid I’m going to stay there. I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to me. I’d rather not make Kurt more upset.”
Puck scoffed, “You’re so whipped.”
Blaine laughed, “And you’re not? What do you think you’re doing now, besides trying to break up two people in love? I bet Kurt could bend you right over. You’re such a manwhore that I bet it doesn’t even take much from anybody. Do you even have any respect for yourself or other people?”
Puck watched Blaine, heard the inflection in his voice, saw the way he frowned when he said manwhore, and smiled. Found it. “I respect people that earn it, and you’re not one of them. But you’re right. Did you know I took his virginity? It was amazing, some of the best sex I ever had. Kurt’s insatiable in bed, when we were together we constantly had sex, everywhere– including this room. But here you are, still a virgin. That makes me wonder if you are enough, if you two are as strong as you say you are if Kurt won’t share something as important as sex with you when you’ve been together so long.”
He watched the doubt float across Blaine’s face before it was masked. “And who said we haven’t had sex?” Blaine asked.
“You would have said something way earlier if you had.”
“And so what if we haven’t had sex? Did you think that maybe you gave Kurt negative emotions toward sex? That because you he wants to take things slow so that it actually means something for once?”
Puck felt a flash of anger. Sure, he liked sex but that didn’t mean he didn’t treat his partners well no matter how short they lasted. Every single one of them was willing and knew what they were getting into when they were with him; Kurt wasn’t an exception.
“Don’t make it more than it is. I know for a fact that Kurt loves sex, add on that he’s a teen just like me means he wants it all the time. If he could have sex with me when he didn’t even know me and he loves you but still hasn’t then he probably just doesn’t want you– or at least not enough. You think about that.”
Kurt came back into the room and looked at the two of them suspiciously. “What were the two of you just talking about?”
“Nothing of importance,” Puck replied, “Just a difference in opinion about timelines.”
When Kurt started bandaging Blaine up and coddling the little midget while ignoring him, Puck whined. “Why do you help him first? He was the one that was still hitting me while you were sitting on me. It’s just not right to still be hitting a man when he’s already down.”
Kurt huffed in annoyance and turned to glare at him, “I don’t know. Because he’s my boyfriend, because his name comes first alphabetically, pick something!”
Puck inwardly grinned. He hated being ignored, angry attention was better than nothing and he was willing to take what he could get. Plus Kurt looked deliciously hot when he was all flushed and angry.
When Kurt left the room to resume making dinner, he glanced at Blaine. “I’m going to get him, you know.”
Blaine smiled grimly at him. “No you won’t. Even if I’m not with him in the foreseeable future, you’re forgetting a few things.”
“And what am I forgetting?”
“Kurt doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t like you, and you broke up with him. The last one alone is enough to make sure he’s never with you again–he’s not so big on second chances when it comes to things like this– but the first two are pretty important too.”
Puck froze. Blaine…Blaine had bite. Seems like he was more than just a rich little brat. He hadn’t really thought of it but the midget had valid points. He could work around the first two but Kurt didn’t really trust him anymore. His attention was brought back to Blaine when the hobbit turned so Puck could only see his back. “Now,” Blaine’s voice was soft, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me.”

A/N: So this is chapter 3. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks to everyone that reviewed and rated, please do so for this chapter too.
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