what he deserves to hear

by funidontlikeyoueither

Summary:

Puck was so confused- he had never been rejected before. And by Kurt Hummel? Puck was certain that the boy had been in love with him at some point; it wasn’t as if all of those longing stares had been aimed at Finn.

(summaries suck. basically, kurt's a hot cheerleader who doesn't want puck but puck wants him)

Notes:

• For rubysunnn.

Chapter 1

Notes:

this fic is for daria 🥺 you're an absolute angel and i love you so much and i hope you enjoy this short fic <3

It was a problem. Puck had taste- amazing taste. He only slept with the finest of Cheerios, and best of all, they wanted to sleep with him. No matter who it was, if they were attractive and wore a uniform and wanted Puck, he would have them.

The only exception that Puck had made was Rachel, and he swore he wouldn’t do it again. He wouldn’t have any relationships with people from Glee again- aside from the Unholy Trinity, of course.

So, why was seeing Kurt in a Cheerios uniform doing something for him? The uniform was working for him in every way possible. When he bent over in Glee to pick up Finn’s drumstick, Puck almost had to leave the choir room. 

But Puck had taste, so this was probably a fluke. He was in shock. He had never considered the possibility of Kurt Hummel being attractive. Still, even if Puck wasn’t serious about this thing, it couldn’t hurt to humour the boy.

Puck smirked and sauntered over to the piano, where Kurt was talking to Brad. “‘Sup, Hummel.”

Kurt stared at Puck for a few seconds then looked around the room. “Strange. I don’t see any dumpsters around. Where exactly are you going to throw me?”

Puck chuckled. “You’re funny. I’ll get right to the point: you’re a Cheerio now.”

“So?”

“So, you’re hot. And I want to do you.”

Kurt snorted. “Right. No.”

“No?”

“I’m not interested.”

“Why the hell not? I’m, like, a 10.”

“I deserve better than you. I want- when I do do it- I want it to be special. With someone who loves me. And that isn’t you. I don’t care how hot you are; I deserve better.”

“I…” Puck couldn’t wrap his head around it; Kurt Hummel wasn’t interested in him. “So, you want a relationship?”

“Not with you.”

“But-”

“You can’t convince me.” Kurt looked past Puck to smile at Mercedes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He walked straight past Puck.

“What the hell just happened,” Puck muttered.

---

The rest of the day went by in a haze. Puck was so confused- he had never been rejected before. And by Kurt Hummel? Puck was certain that the boy had been in love with him at some point; it wasn’t as if all of those longing stares had been aimed at Finn.

Puck was walking to his car after his final class when he saw Kurt heading towards his Navigator. He smirked and chased after the cheerleader. “Hey! Hummel!” he yelled.

Kurt turned away from his car and rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Puckerman?”

“Hey, be a little less hostile, yeah?”

Kurt sighed. “Why are you here?”

“Why don’t you want a relationship with me? I dated Rachel; I’m obviously cool with you Glee kids now.”

“You bullied me, Puck,” Kurt said. “You harassed me. You threw me in the dumpster, slushied me, called me names. Do you really think I’m just going to forget about that?”

“I get that what I did wasn’t cool, dude, and I’m sorry. I thought we moved past this; you forgave me.”

“I didn’t forgive you. I ignored you, and it was working until today.”

“Everyone else has forgiven me, why can’t you?”

Kurt glared at him. “You think I don’t know that what you did to me was personal? Because I was gay? You have no idea what I went through.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Save it,” Kurt snapped. “Just because you joined Glee doesn’t mean we’re friends. That doesn’t mean you understand me. If you want my forgiveness, then work for it.”

“And then..?”

“I’m never going to be with you, Puck.”

Chapter 2

Notes:

Daria, you are the most beautiful person to ever exist <3

Puck hated school assemblies. Granted, he had only ever attended one, which had been at the start of his freshman year. He had fallen asleep and decided to never attend another. The only good thing he had heard about the assemblies were the cheerleading performances, but no hot cheerleaders could convince Puck to sit through a boring lecture. But today, he wanted to support Kurt, to show that he had changed. So, he sat beside Finn in the hall and waited for the performance to start.

“Five, six, seven, eight!” Coach Sylvester called from the sidelines. 

The band began playing the music and the cheerleaders came into the hall. To Puck’s surprise, Mercedes began singing.

Hey

Uhh, come on

Kurt Hummel, take it

And then, to Puck’s absolute pleasure, Kurt started singing, too.

Come on, girl

I’ve been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Uhh

“Oh, boy,” Puck groaned. If Kurt continued singing like that, Puck was going to have a hard time controlling himself around the boy. To his relief, Mercedes took back over.

Well, don’t waste time, give me the sign

Tell me how you want to roll

Puck turned to Finn as Kurt and Mercedes sang and whispered, “Are you as turned on by this as I am?”

I want somebody to speed it up for me

Then take it down slow

There’s enough room for both

 

Well, I can handle that

You just got to show me where it’s at

Are you ready to go?

Are you ready to go?

 

If you want it

You already got it

If you’ve thought it, it better be what you want

Puck bit his lip. Kurt’s voice should not sound that good. Finn gave him a strange look.

Time is waiting

We only got four minutes to save the world

No hesitating

Yeah

Grab a boy and grab a girl

Time is waiting

We only got four minutes to save the world

No hesitating

We only got four minutes, four minutes

Kurt’s dancing was another issue. Now that Puck knew how hot his dancing was, he would have a hard time not staring at him during Glee. Puck did something he never thought he’d do. He stood up and began cheering, yelling, “Go, Kurt!” at the top of his lungs.

Don’t be afraid, hey, Madonna, uhh

You got to get ‘em up, hop

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

That’s right, keep it up

Don’t be afraid, hey, Madonna, uhh

You got to get ‘em up, hop

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The song finished and everyone joined in with Puck, cheering and screaming for the cheerleaders. He saw Mr Shue stand up and go over to Coach Sylvester. Curiosity getting the better of him, Puck followed the teacher, staying just out of view from them.

“Sue, what the hell is going on here?” he heard Mr Shue say.

“Oh, what’s the matter, buddy?” Coach replied Sylvester. “Did you miss the show? You probably had to run to the powder room. Let me fill you in. Future centre square Kurt Hummel there and his brassy hag Mercedes just tore that Madonna song a new one.”

Puck couldn’t agree more. They had owned that song, and Kurt had owned him. Puck hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of the boy the entire time.

“Wait, you two are Cheerios now?” Mr Shue asked Kurt and Mercedes, who had just approached the pair.

Puck rolled his eyes. What did Mr Shue think the hot uniforms meant?

“Yeah,” Coach Sylvester said, “I’ve decided to add vocals to my already wildly overproduced Cheerios numbers. It’ll give us the edge at Nationals.”

“You guys could’ve at least given me the heads-up,” Mr Shue said.

“You mean the same way you gave us a heads-up before not giving us a solo almost every week,” Mercedes snapped.

“Mr Shue,” Kurt said, “Mercedes and I talked it over, and we love being in Glee, but being in the Cheerios will give us more opportunities to shine. So we’re doing both.”

“You guys are being ridiculous,” Mr Shue said.

“No, they’re not,” Puck said, coming out into the open. “You overlook these guys every week, especially Kurt. And for what? Rachel, who quits every week, and Finn, who can’t choose between the Titans and Glee? You have talent right in front of you and you don’t see it.”

“Puck,” Mr Shue said, “it’s more complicated than that.”

Puck snorted. “Come on. They just want to be Cheerios, what’s wrong with that? They don’t belong to Glee. It’s high school, who cares what clubs they’re in? Just let them enjoy their lives.”

Mr Shue sighed and left the hall. Puck and Kurt stood, staring at each other.

“Okay,” Mercedes drawled. “I’m just going to leave you guys to whatever this is.” She looked between them, shrugged, and left.

“Did you mean what you said?” Kurt asked after a few seconds of silence.

“About you being talented and crap? Yeah, I did,” Puck said.

“Oh.” Kurt looked at the floor as he muttered, “Well, thanks, I guess.”

“It’s cool.”

“I, uh, don’t think I’ve seen you at an assembly before.”

“I don’t usually come here.”

“What changed?”

“I wanted to see you perform.”

“Oh.”

“You were great, by the way. Shue really is sleeping on you; that performance was hot.”

“Thanks,” Kurt muttered. He looked around the hall. “Hey, uh, do you want to sit down together? We can keep talking.”

Puck grinned. Slowly, he was winning Kurt over. “That sounds great.”

Chapter 3

Notes:

daria is the purest human being to exist <3

TW: physical bullying

“Hey, Kurt, dude, I wanna talk to you,” Puck said, trying to catch up to Kurt as the cheerleader left the choir room.

Kurt looked as if he was going to keep walking, but instead, he sighed and turned around. “What?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get a burger or something.”

Kurt shook his head. “No can do. Coach put me on this crazy diet; I’m going to be stuck eating salads for a while.”

“Okay, well I can get a burger and you can get your salad thing.”

Kurt gave him a small smile. “I was rather hoping to talk to Finn about my bedroom.”

“Dude, are you, like, into Finn or something?”

Kurt ducked his head and muttered, “No, of course not.”

“Dude, even Brittany wouldn’t believe you-”

“It’s just a small crush,” Kurt snapped, his face turning bright red. “It’s stupid.”

“Yeah, it is. And pointless. Finn is straight.”

“I’m not going to act on it; I just can’t help how I feel.”

“And why do you want to talk to him?”

Kurt blushed harder. “I- I may have set our parents up and we’ll be sharing a room.”

“Dude.”

“It got out of hand, okay?” Kurt said. “I just saw Finn’s mom and introduced them. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“It’s fine, dude. Crazy, but fine. I’m sure Finn will understand.”

“You can’t tell him,” Kurt said. “I’m still trying to talk my dad out of it.”

Puck sighed. “Why Finn? Why not me? I mean, we’re both jocks.”

“Finn was the first person that was nice to me, that saw me for more than… what everyone else did. He stood up for me.”

“Well, I’m nice to you now. And I’m hotter than him.”

Kurt shrugged. “Like you said, it’s pointless.”

“Not with me.”

“Why are you still trying?”

“I thought about what you said, how I used to bully you and stuff, and I want to make things right.”

“So why are you still trying to sleep with me?”

“It’s not just sex,” Puck said. “I want a relationship, too. You seem cool and hot and, well, different.”

Kurt stared at Puck. “Let’s go get that burger, then.”

---

Kurt reached across the table and took one of the fries from Puck's plate. He nibbled on it as he looked anxiously around the room, making sure that none of the jocks from school were nearby. He didn't want them to see him with Puck; they'd probably convince Puck to do something cruel to Kurt. He didn't think that Puck had really changed. He was probably only pretending to have to get what he wanted. 

"So," Puck said, and Kurt stopped looking around the room to focus on the guy sitting opposite him, "how's life?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You see me get slushied every morning. How do you think life is?"

"Besides that school crap. You have hobbies, right?" He gestured to the shirt that Kurt was wearing. "Fashion?"

Kurt self-consciously smoothed out the creases in his shirt and shrugged. "I like fashion."

"Why? Genuine question."

"My mom loved it. My dad worked a lot when she was still alive, and it's what we'd do to pass the time. She'd show me some of her favourite magazines, and we'd remake some pieces using things we could find around the house. I obviously have a natural talent for it, so it's what I do."

Puck nodded his head. He had to admit Kurt's clothes weren't as much of an eyesore as they used to be. 

"What about you?"

"Quinn's pregnant, so, you know, gotta deal with that."

"Deal how?"

"Help her with money and stuff, and make sure she's alright."

Kurt stared at Puck and it hit him that he really had grown up. Puck had changed, and Kurt had to trust him.

"Look, dude, I mean it. I really am sorry for all the crap-"

"Don't," Kurt said. He gave Puck a small smile. "I believe you."

---

Puck watched as Kurt walked through the hall, shielding away from everyone else. He hadn’t seen Kurt look that tense in a long time. It had been a few days since they had gone out together, and they hadn't had a real conversation since.

“Hey, Kurt,” he said, gently grabbing hold of the cheerleader's arm. “What’s up, dude?”

“Nothing,” Kurt muttered.

“Kurt.”

“Last night, me, my dad, Finn, and his mom went to dinner and…” Kurt took a deep breath, “I had never felt as left out in my life. I’d never been able to bond with my dad the way Finn does and…”

“That sucks, dude.” Puck pulled Kurt into an empty classroom. “Wanna talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Kurt’s eyes watered. “That I’m not the son my dad wanted? That, no matter how much he accepts me, we’ll never bond?”

“It’s not like that, man,” Puck said. “I’m sure your dad tries.”

“I know but,” tears fell down Kurt’s cheek, “my dad doesn’t have to try with Finn.”

“Your dad still loves you.”

“I know.” Kurt wiped his eyes. “I just…”

Puck embraced Kurt. “It’s cool, dude. Maybe talk to your dad.”

“Yeah. That sounds okay,” Kurt murmured. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I told you, I’ve changed.”

Kurt chuckled softly. “I guess you have.”

“Want me to walk you to class?”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Puck grinned and took Kurt’s hand. As they walked down the hallway, a few people stared at them. They had almost made it to Kurt’s class when they were stopped by Karofsky and Azimio.

“What the hell’s goin’ on here?” Karofsky spat, looking at the two of them in disgust.

“Nothing,” Kurt muttered. He let go of Puck’s hand and tried to talk past them but Azimio shoved him into a locker. “Hey!”

“Don’t hurt him!” Puck snapped.

“What’s really going on here, Puckerman?” Karofsky snarled. “You don’t seriously like him.”

“Maybe I do!” Puck took Kurt’s hand again and shoved past the two jocks, dragging Kurt behind him.

“Puck,” Kurt said. “Stop.”

“What?” Puck stopped walking. “Are you hurt?”

“Just bruised. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be.” Puck examined Kurt’s arms. “Did I do any of that to you?”

“A little,” Kurt said. “But it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I’m really sorry for what I did to you. It sucked and I have no excuses. I promise I won’t let anyone else hurt you.”

“Puck…”

“I mean it.”

Kurt smiled. “Okay.”

---

Puck waited for Kurt after his class. He hadn’t been able to concentrate on his own, being too worried about his friend. He was certain that Karofsky and Azimio would return to finish Kurt off, and Puck wasn’t going to let that happen. So, he had faked feeling ill and had left class to guard the outside of Kurt’s classroom. 

After the bell had rung, the kids flooded out of the classroom. Kurt was the last one, walking slowly, staring at the floor.

“Kurt.”

Kurt looked at Puck in surprise. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure that no one hurt you.”

“Thanks.”

Puck put an arm around Kurt and pulled him close. “Sit with me at lunch?”

“I sit with the Cheerios and you sit with Finn and the… the footballers.”

“Well, why can’t we sit together? We can find our own table.”

Kurt smiled. “That sounds nice. Can Mercedes join us?”

Puck frowned a little. He had been hoping to get some alone time with Kurt to move things along. “Sure.”

“Okay.”

---

Kurt and Mercedes engaged in conversation while Puck watched bitterly. He didn’t have a clue what they were talking about and he wasn’t bothered enough to try and find out. That was until Kurt said, “What do you think, Puck?”

“What?” Puck muttered.

“My outfit. Do you think it’s too much?”

Puck looked at Kurt’s outfit closely. He wasn’t dressed in his Cheerios uniform for a change; Coach Sylvester had cancelled practice. But Kurt still looked hot, just in a way that was more himself. Puck liked it. “No, it’s cool or whatever.”

Kurt smirked and threw Mercedes a smug look. “See.”

“He’s just saying that ‘cause he has a crush on you,” Mercedes replied.

“Crush?” Puck said, but the pair ignored him and went back to discussing fashion.

---

After walking Kurt to his Navigator and then driving himself home, Puck laid on his bed and thought things through. Did he have a crush on Kurt? He knew that he liked Kurt as a person, and was interested in being more than friends, but he wasn’t aware that there were actual feelings involved. But he could see himself being with Kurt long term, so maybe he would try and make things official. It seemed as if Kurt had forgiven him, so maybe he would be interested in a relationship as well.

Chapter 4

Puck ran into Kurt in the hallway; he was back in his cheerleading uniform. “Hey, Kurt. Lookin’ good.” Puck winked at him.

Kurt smiled. “Hey.”

“Where’re you going?”

“Coach sent me to her office to get her hormone replacement injection.”

Puck grinned. “You have the key to her office?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” Puck grabbed his hand and they went into her office. “Let’s have some fun.”

“I have to be quick.”

“Coach won’t care,” Puck said. “I bet she has some really good stuff in here.”

“Puck, I’m not like you,” Kurt said. “I won’t disobey direct orders.” He went into one of Coach’s drawers and took out a syringe. 

“What’s in there?”

“Her pills and stuff. Oh!” Kurt came across a tape in the drawer. “A tape.”

Puck smirked and took it from Kurt’s hands. “I wonder what’s on it.”

“Let’s find out,” Kurt said.

“Later.” Puck put the tape on the desk.

“Why? What do you want to do right now?”

Puck smirked and put his arms around Kurt’s neck and leaned in, hesitating slightly to give Kurt time to pull away if he wanted to. When Kurt didn’t move, he connected their lips and ran his fingers through Kurt’s soft hair. 

Kurt kissed him back gently and eventually pulled back to breathe. “God,” he whispered.

“So,” Puck said, “we both want this, right?"

“I… Do you know what will happen if you’re with me? You’ll get teased and slushied and called names and-”

Puck cut him off with another kiss. “It’s fine, dude,” he said. “I know that and I don’t care. I can take them. We can take them.”

“Are you sure? What if you regret it later?”

“I won’t.”

“Okay,” Kurt said softly. “Okay.”

---

After school, Kurt went with Puck back to his place. Puck’s house was quiet; too quiet.

“Is anyone else here?”

“Nah,” Puck said. “My mom’s at work and my sister’s at her friend’s. We have the whole place to ourselves.”

Kurt blushed. “I- I’m not ready to do that…”

It took a second for what ‘that’ meant to click. “No, I wasn’t suggesting- We don’t have to until you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said. “So, what are we going to do?”

“Whatever we want to. We can watch one of your weird movies or whatever. Get takeout. Make out.”

Kurt’s blush deepened. “I, uh, should probably tell you that I haven’t dated anyone before and, um, you were my first kiss.”

“I figured,” Puck said. He sat on the couch and patted the empty space in his lap. “Wanna join me?”

Kurt hesitated before sitting in Puck’s lap, readjusting himself so he was comfortable. “A movie sounds good.”

“What do you want to watch? One of your musical thingies?”

Kurt smiled. “They’re just called musicals. And how about Moulin Rouge?”

“Sure. I’ll try to pay attention to it.”

“That’s sweet.” Kurt chuckled.

---

Puck dropped Kurt outside his house a few hours later. “Shall I walk you inside?” he asked.

“Maybe just to my door,” Kurt said. “I don’t know if I’m ready for my dad to… you know.”

“Yeah, of course.” Puck exited the car and walked around to the other side, opening Kurt’s door for him.

“Why, thank you,” Kurt said, chuckling. He and Puck walked up to the front door. “Thank you for tonight,” he murmured.

“No biggie, dude.” Puck pulled Kurt in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, but it quickly became heated. 

The front door opened, revealing Kurt’s dad, Burt. 

“D- Dad,” Kurt exclaimed, pulling away from Puck. “I…”

“This your boyfriend, Kurt?” Burt asked, looking Puck up and down.

“I am, sir,” Puck replied, trying his hardest to be polite. “Pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand.

Burt shook it. “Alright. I saw your car out front and was wonderin’ who it was.”

“Okay, Dad,” Kurt said. “Puck has to go now. Bye.”

“Uh, bye.” Puck squeezed Kurt’s hand and walked down the driveway back to his car. He wondered why Kurt was acting so standoffish; was he embarrassed by Puck or just not entirely comfortable around his dad yet?

---

They walked through the hallway confidently, hand in hand, ignoring the stares from their classmates. They even passed Karofsky and Azimio without a care in the world. They only stopped when they were standing in front of Finn.

“Dude,” the quarterback said to Puck, “what’s going on? Are you guys, like, together?”

Kurt shrunk away from Finn nervously, trying to hide behind Puck.

“Yeah, so what if we are?” Puck snapped. 

“Nothin’, man.” Finn looked at Kurt with an unreadable expression. “I just didn’t think the rumours were true.”

Kurt gave Puck’s hand a squeeze. “Well, they are.”

“Let’s go, Kurt,” Puck said. He and Kurt continued to walk down the hallway. “What happened, there?” he asked his boyfriend. “Did you guys get in a fight or something?”

“Yeah,” Kurt said. “Last night. Karofsky and Azimio told him we were together and he thought I did something. That I was too pushy with you.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“It’s fine, we talked it out. Things are just… stiff.”

“That sucks, babe. You know if you ever want me to sort him out, I’m here, right?”

Kurt smiled. “I know.”

---

After the final bell had rung, Kurt and Puck went out to the parking lot. It was all going fine until they reached Kurt’s car. Someone had egged it.

“What the hell?” Puck exclaimed. “I bet Karofsky and Azimio are behind this. I’m gonna kill them!”

“Puck,” Kurt said, his voice breaking, “please, no.”

“Kurt, they-”

“Please. Can we just go home?”

“We should at least report them.”

Kurt shook his head. “They never do anything. Please, can we just clean this up and go home?”

Puck sighed. “Yeah, of course.” He embraced Kurt and kissed his forehead. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll pick you up and take you home from now on, okay? No one will dare touch my car.”

“Okay.” Kurt wiped away his tears.

Chapter 5

“Oi, Hudson, I need to talk to you!” Puck chased his best friend down the hallway and grabbed his arm, pulling him into an empty classroom. 

“What’s up, man?” Finn asked.

"Do you know about what Karofsky and Azimio did to Kurt's car?"

Finn shrugged uncomfortably. "I heard them talking about something, but I didn't think they'd seriously do anything-"

"Well, they did," Puck snapped. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Kurt exactly, but leave me out of it. I’m with Kurt, yes, and that is my choice. Don’t give him a hard time over it.”

Finn sighed. “You know how he can be sometimes, right? He can come on a little strong.”

“You know how it was for him; he was alone for a long time. He knows he screwed up but he’s over you. He likes me now and we’re together.”

“What’s your guys’ deal, anyway?” Finn asked, crossing his arms. “Are you just messing around or what?”

“No. I really like him. He’s different;  he’s sweet and talented and attractive and smart. And I’m going to tell him that for as long as we’re together because he needs to hear it.”

Finn snorted. “Come on, man. I’ve heard you say that to dozens of girls.”

“Look,” Puck said, “when I said all of those things to the others, I said it because I knew it was what they wanted to hear. But when I say it to Kurt… it was because it was what he deserves to hear.”

“You mean that?”

“Absolutely.”

Finn sighed. “Okay, whatever. I guess he’s gonna be my brother or something sooner or later, so don’t hurt him or anything.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

---

Something was off. Kurt wasn’t answering any of Puck’s texts, which was strange, because Kurt always answered. Still, Puck shrugged it off and drove to Kurt’s house anyway to pick him up. He waited outside for a few minutes, but when Kurt didn’t leave the house, he sighed and knocked on the door.

Burt answered it. “Hey, kid. He’s still getting ready.”

Puck looked at his watch and frowned. Kurt was always on time; what was going on? “I’m gonna go check on him,” he told Burt and let himself into the house. He went downstairs to the basement. Kurt was standing in front of his mirror, tear tracks on his face. He was dressed in trucker clothes. 

“Kurt?” Puck said softly. 

Kurt turned around and stared at Puck. “W- What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up.”

“Oh.” Kurt turned away from his mirror to smile at Puck. “How do I look?”

“Not like my boyfriend. What’s going on?”

“I- I want to be more like my dad. Have more in common with him.”

“Is this about Finn?”

“I just want to try and make things okay with my dad,” Kurt said.

“It is okay. You don’t have to change who you are, Kurt. You’re perfect the way you are. Your dad should love you for you, and I can guarantee he does. I don’t want you to feel like you ever have to change, that you aren’t good enough or whatever. Talk to your dad, okay? Tell him how you feel because this,” he gestured to Kurt’s outfit, “isn’t you. And I’m pretty damn sure that everyone we know would rather have you be yourself than anyone else.”

Kurt slowly nodded his head and embraced Puck. “Thank you.”