"Kurt, breakfast!" Puck shouted from the kitchen. Kurt was so grateful to Puck for taking him in such short notice, he knew he would but it was still sweet that they look after each other like true brothers do.

Kurt and Puck had met in freshmen year in high school, Kurt was the kicker of the football team and Noah was a wide receiver. Whilst both of them had become part of their glee club they still remained part of the in crowd. It wasn't until half way through that first year Kurt came out to not only his father and friends but the whole school. He was the subject to constant physical and verbal bullying until the last week of his senior year. Even more so when they found out he was part of an athletic and gymnastic club on the weekends. It was when the bullying started that Noah and some of the rest of the guys on the football team and glee didn't man up like they should have done and Kurt was left to fight them all on his own.

By sophomore year Kurt had started boxing and self defense classes before and after school so he could at least defend himself if ever things got a little out of hand. A week before Easter break a group of at least 5 or 6 hockey players cornered him after school, that was the first time Kurt fought back. They hockey players backed off once they realized that they had no chance in getting him in the dumpster. Kurt would dodge each and every punch and kick they threw and would flip them over when their balance was weak. They stayed away from him since then.

In senior year of high school Finn had the idea to join the army to make his father's discharge an honorable one. It wasn't until Finn lost massively in a game of boxing on his Xbox that he saw Kurt was a pretty good agile person. He asked him to join the army with him and Puck and that's what they did. Training was a walk in the park for Kurt, he even gave Finn and Puck extra help when they seemed to need it. When they finally finished they were sent out to Afghanistan, completely different from the net's and bushes they had to crawl under in the hot weather. That was it, they could die and it wouldn't be like in training where you had to start again. If they were killed it was game over, forever.

Finn wasn't aloud to be nearest Kurt most of the time since they were step brother's so Kurt was mostly nearest Puck. Their second year really put things in perspective for Puck and Kurt, they were driving back to base in one of those massive trucks when they saw a small black hand gun poking out from some branches in a tree. Kurt saw it first; his whole body froze, things like that shock a person. They heard a bang and then a few seconds later the truck was on fire. By the time it had spread nearer the engine Kurt lept from the car and dragged Puck out by his collar. Kurt had saved his life. And since then they had a silent bond that they knew they would do anything for each other. They look after each other like true brothers do.

"coming" Kurt sighed from his position on the guest room bed, Puck was never a patient person so Kurt believed it best to not keep him waiting. He dragged his tiresome body from the mess of the sheets and into the kitchen with a dopey smile on his face.

"Thank you Noah, for everything"

"Kurt, It's the least I could do" Puck assured him gesturing for Kurt to sit down. He'd laid out a massive feast of bacon, eggs and what seemed to be french toast. Kurt gave a small weary smile and sat down, the memories of yesterday still playing on his mind. He was never going back to Peter, so all he could really do now was move on.

He took a bite of the toast and gave Puck his nod of approval, which is a rarity with the hopeless chef.

"See, those cooking lessons you gave me did help" Puck laughed. Kurt laughed too, remembering how appalled he had been the very first time Puck had gave him a piece of cake he made.

"Puck?" Kurt asked quietly as he took a bite of the black and brown burnt cake

"Yes Kurt" Puck asked impatiently

"What is in this...cake?" Even the idea of it being a cake was questionable

"Umm...sugar, lot's and lot's of sugar" Kurt glared at him for that, knowing his Mohawk friend new about his strict diet was. "self raising flour, salt,butter and chocolate" Kurt could tell that he'd just threw it all in, he would see all the large chocolate squares that Puck had just broken up and stuffed in. Then he realized the thing that made it so...eww!

"Noah, what about eggs?"

"What about eggs Kurt?"

"Did you use them?!" Kurt snapped.

"Ummm...no?"

"OMG, YOU IDIOT! look eggs go into cakes, it makes them cakes you twit!" Kurt shouted swatting him over the head with the magazine he was reading before.

"oh" was all Puck said, he was staring glumly down at his hands like a told off child. Kurt muttered something under his breath and Puck looked up. Kurt was scribing a load of stuff onto a piece of paper from the draw, wearing an expression of utter concentration and determination.

"What?"

"You me, cooking lessons every Saturday morning and Tuesday lunchtime. You're bloody hopeless Puckerman and you need to learn your shit, Kay?" Kurt asked, although there was no way he'd give up if Puck said no. Noah was taken a back to say the least, Kurt sounded like he was one of those cartoon characters that was going to hit you over the head with some massive hammer. Which would lead to a thin pink dick shaped thing coming out of your head. He knew Hummel meant business.

"Sir yes, Sir" Puck answered, getting quite used to saying that when they went out there.

"Good" Kurt stated simply, giving him a curtly nod and turning back to his magazine like nothing ever happened.

He almost killed him for he terrible skills and demanded carried on those lessons until Puck could at least make a smoothy that actually had milk in. Then making in smooth would come in later. They ate in a comfortable silence, with Puck checking the back door a few times for his dog, Rover. He brought Rover for his girlfriend to keep her company when he was away; they broke up a week after he bought the dog.

Once they finished eating Puck broke the silence with an offer to check the dating website for a reply from "Blaine". Kurt hummed in agreement, putting the cutlery in the dish washer.

Puck started up his laptop, thankfully he changed his broadband so it now worked much faster and they had the login the the website in no time. He motioned for Kurt to enter his details jumping off the chair to the side slightly. Kurt sat down quickly as his fingers grazed over a few keys the clicking the only think heard in the kitchen.

"Two new messages!" Kurt chirped as the highlighted picture of an envelope had a red number 2 in front of it. "Lets see...One from Blaine and one from Sebastian?" Kurt read aloud clicking on the message from Sebastian. Puck stood hovering over Kurt's shoulder, a habit Kurt hated.

"Noah stop breathing down my back!" Kurt snapped moving his chair to the left so Puck could get his in the small gap next to his.

They both read the message in silence occasionally looking at each other with matching expressions of shock and for Kurt confusion

Hey Kurt, I am Sebastian and I think your picture is rather attracting. Your hot and from my pic you can see I'm hot. We should get together sometime, the chemistry would be amazing don't you think? I know you find me attractive too and I bet you find my words a turn on so click that reply button and name a day, time and place and I'll meet you there sweet cheeks. xx

They both sat in stiff in there seats. The Sebastian person was obviously delusional if he thought he was hot; a cw haircut, oily skin and a face that almost resembled a chipmunk. And not a cute one if that's what you think. He looked way too cocky in the picture. He was wearing a smug crooked smile holding up a piece of paper with his number written down on it. Who in their right mind would give away his number on the internet, anybody could be reading it. Stupid, stupid guy.

Kurt jumped when Puck cleared his throat after what must have been hours of contemplating.
"So shall we look at Blaine's message?" Puck asked clearing his throat for the second time. Kurt nodded, discarding Sebastian's message and clicking on Blaine's. Luckily this was a better message to say the least.

Hey Kurt, thank you very much for your message. I can't tell you how little people send me messages on here. Anyways I love West side story and If you're free I would love to take you sometime. That being if you're not freaked out by meeting someone you've never met, bring someone along if you want? Let me know Okay? Blaine. Plus I like your profile pic, you're cute! x :)

"A'www!" Puck coed rubbing Kurt's hair. "If I were gay I'd reply you know" Puck announced clicking the reply button

Kurt nodded and moved the laptop directly in front of him. Puck noticed Kurt biting his lip in anticipation and laughed

"It's only a message Kurtsie"

"Fine" He muttered shooing him away. Puck left with nothing else to say, knowing that Kurt was already head over heels for this guy. He assumed correctly, Kurt had started his message as soon as the door clicked shut.

Hey Blaine. I LOVE west side story, actually I auditioned for tony on an off Broadway performance but had to turn down the offer due to a career change. I'll bring my friend Puck? if that's OK? He's kind of a sex shark so if you have any single lady friends, that would keep him amused. I'm free next week, and then I'm not free for another 6. So pick any day and time that you're OK with :) My number: 0798234354 x