glee rewritten (one shots)

Protective Pummel 🩵

Summary: Puck stands up to Karofsky for Kurt and Kurt finds out (fluff)

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Once again Karofsky had crossed the line. It would've been fine if it was at Puck; Puck could handle it... But Kurt? That was another level. And Puck was not okay with that.

Leisurely strolling down the corridor, he came face to face with the one person he dreaded meeting. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Suddenly, the throbbing above his right eye became a lot more distracting. He may have won the fight with Karofsky but boy did he suffer for it. At least he sent a message to back off Kurt. That's what was most important.

"Jesus Christ. What happened to you Puckerman?" Kurt exclaimed as he fell into step beside the self proclaimed"bad boy".

He stared at the ground, suddenly interested in the incredibly stained floor. "Got in a fight." Puck mumbled under his breath; praying Kurt wouldn't hear.

"With whom?"

Shit. Fuck, um come on Puck. Think of an excuse. He's getting suspicious. Ummm...No chance I'm admitting to sticking up for queen of homo town. Gorgeous fucking beautiful queen... SHUT UP BRAIN.

"Um hello? Puck?"

Shit I forgot I was meant to be answering. Um...

"Um hi?"

"We're you dropped on your head as a baby, answer the fucking question."

"Just some guy from football. Doesn't matter, freak."

"Okay attitude much, I was just looking out for you. I'll remember not to next time." Kurt said exasperated, rolling his eyes. His dreamy blue eyes. Shit. Not again. I'M NOT GAY.

"Fine. It was Karofsky. Last time I'm ever doing something nice for you glee club losers; look at my face!" Puck gave in; pretty easily to be honest, he'd do anything to keep that freak safe. His freak. No no no. Not my freak. Just a freak. That's it.

"Wait what, Karofsky? Was that because of what Rachel said?"

"I always thought he was a dick anyway. It was just a coincidence that I decided to do something about it after your confession of bullying or whatever. Dont flatter yourself, Hummel." It was all because of you. I can't stand the thought of something happening to you. "To be honest I think you're being overdramatic, as usual." I love you.

"You alright? Do you have a concussion or something? You keep cutting out like your on some crappy 70s phone. Pretty sure that a sign of a concussion. I also resent the implication that I have ever been overdramatic, thank you very much."

He cares about me. He actually cares.

Puck shifted slightly on his feet, turning his head away from Kurt in order to disguise his slightly reddish cheeks.

"I'm fine."

They arrived at Kurt's bedazzled locker. God it's cute. I would kill to be one of the pictures hanging on the door. Next to Mercedes and Blaine and Quinn and... SHUT UP. I DONT WANT TO BE ON HIS LOCKER. THATS LIKE GAY.

"Okay, chill out. Let's get you to the nurse anyway. Glee club is meant to be about sticking together so shut up and focus on walking in a straight line. And don't you dare throw up on my new fall collection 1984 Versace cardigan." He grabbed onto Pucks arm and began to drag him towards the nurses office.

"Woah woah, I told you I'm fine. Get off me." Puck grabbed Kurt's hand and flung it off him. His hands are really soft...

"Calm down! Clearly you're not fine so shut up and follow me, if your stupid brain can even handle that simple assignment." Kurt huffed, folding his arms and hiding those soft soft hands. Nooo.

Puck held his tongue. He did not feel like getting another lecture on how thick he was from the cutest freak in school. For god's sake Puckzilla you're the bad boy, ladies man, homewrecker not some soppy, gay, loser. Get. It. Together.

He snapped his eyes away from the adorable picture collection in front of him and realised that Kurt had sped ahead. Almost halfway to the nurses office already and without his patient. What the fuck lord gayton of gayville. Not cool.

As fast as his legs would allow, Puck caught up to Kurt and quickly realised that the fashionista was no longer paying attention to the "homewrecker" as he referred to himself as.

Fuck I must have pissed him off. My awesomeness always scares the chicks away. I'm just too bad for them to handle. Curse my gorgeous features and epic personality.

"Hey, I'm sorry okay. I appreciate you looking out for me and all but I'm fine honest."

"And yet you have walked into me 5 times throughout our conversation. So tell me, are you concussed or just lacking the basic skills that a human learns before the age of 4?"

Kurt whips around and faces Puck, having to look up to meet his eyes, "Well it doesn't matter because we're here now and you're going in. No debate."

"Dick."

"Likewise"

Kurt spun back round and walked away, bag hitting his thigh repetitively as he went.

Fuck I guess I'm gay.