Disclaimer: I don't own Glee (trust me, two out of every 3 episodes, I wish I did) or the music of the incomparable Dusty Springfield.

A/N: For those of you reading Lima, Texas, 1871, I know I owe you a second chapter, but this idea won't leave my head. This begins with my projected wishes for season 3, including established Puckleberry friendship, Lauren and Puck only being friends, and Blaine transferring to McKinley.

When Kurt Hummel wanted something, he usually got it. Blame it on his diva-tude, his confidence, or just his unrelenting nagging, but he always saw results.

He really hadn't expected Dave Karofsky to follow through, though.

But here he was, standing in front of his glee club, recruiting members for McKinley's new PFLAG group. Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury had volunteered to act as faculty advisors, but everyone knew that it was actually Kurt that was in charge.

Well, Kurt and a certain tiny brunette with a talent as big as her mouth.

"We'd be so happy all of you could join us." Rachel began with a smile, her eyes wide and shining.

"Please," Santana scoffed from the outside edges of the room. "The last thing I want to do is waste my free time with your little Rainbow-toting weirdoes."

"Santana," Mr. Schue said with a warning in his voice.

"That's a very odd perspective to have, Santana, considering it was you who came up with the Bully Whips." Ms. Pillsbury pointed out. "And especially since this is part David Karofsky's idea, too, and aren't you two dating?"

Brittany looked at Santana with hurt eyes, then turned away again. Karofsky was still a sore subject between the two.

"Ms. Pillsbury, that was so last spring. I'm with Brittany now. That's right, bitches, Santana Lopez is out and proud." She flung an arm around the blonde's shoulders. "But that doesn't mean I want to join this group."

Kurt met the eyes of his boyfriend and grinned a little, and began introducing the core ideas of PFLAG. They knew that if they could talk Brittany around, there was no way Santana would deny her.

After he was done and took his seat, Blaine stood. "Mr. Schue, if I may? I know I'm new at McKinley, but I think, in the spirit of PFLAG, we should dedicate this week to celebrating one of the gay community's biggest musical heroes, Dusty Springfield."

Rachel and Kurt beamed and applauded, while the rest of the club kind of just looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

Finn raised his hand. "Okay, but who is Dusty Springfield? And who would name their kid something like Dusty?"

Kurt drew in an exaggerated gasp, and flew to his feet. "Dusty Springfield is only one of the best female vocalists of all time. She was also a very confused, sensitive woman who claimed she couldn't love a man, but never actually came out as a lesbian. Though she didn't hide her relationships, either."

Blaine nodded. "She had 18 singles rank on Billboard. Her music is full of longing, and beauty, and sadness. She was Britain's answer to Motown." He looked at his boyfriend. "Kurt, why don't you show them?"

Kurt turned sharply towards the ever-present Brad at the piano while Blaine took a seat. "I'm sure you know this one." He started out slow and soft, a Capella, and the accompanist quietly joined in.

When I said I needed you

You said you would always stay

It wasn't me who changed but you

And now you've gone away

Don't you see that now you're gone

And I'm left here all alone

That I'll have to follow you

And beg you to come home

You don't have to say you love me

Just be close at hand

You don't have to stay forever

I will understand

Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you

But believe me, I'll never tie you down

The glee club sat in awe while Kurt sang out note after passionate note, the heartbreaking song echoing off the walls of the room.

By the end of the song, Rachel and Blaine were on their feet, applauding, and the rest of club joined them.

Mr. Schue waited until they had all calmed down. "I love this idea, guys. Okay, that's our assignment for this week. I'm sure Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel would be more than happy to help any of you find an appropriate song."

After rehearsal, most of them had left, Santana discussing the assignment with Blaine, Mercedes, Rachel, Tina and Artie leaving as a group, as the rest filed out individually.

Except, Kurt noticed as he hung back, for one Noah Puckerman.

Puck was pacing a little, as if trying to get up the nerve. Over the summer, Kurt had gotten a lot closer to Puck, a side-effect of each boy's closer relationship with Rachel Berry.

After the crush of losing Nationals, the three of them had become some sort of unusual unit. Rachel and Kurt were now invited to the jocks' parties. Puck would sometimes be present for Musical Monday nights. And if Kurt sometimes felt like the third wheel… well, he was never sorry for it. As much as he loved his step-brother, Kurt was a Puckleberry shipper all the way. And, unless he was completely wrong, he might actually get his wish this year.

If Kurt was being honest, he'd honestly thought that once summer had ended, he'd have seen the last of Humpuckleberry (which is what Blaine called their friendship). So far, he'd been proven wrong, much to his pleasure.

"Is something wrong, Puck?"

Puck frowned, but at least he stopped pacing. "Nope, I'm good."

"Did you want my help with picking out a number for this week's assignment?" Kurt offered.

Suddenly a look crossed Puck's face, as if a light had just clicked on. "That's it. That's what I need." He gave Kurt a hearty slap on the back that had the slighter boy cringing a little. "Sorry," he said contritely, but then he smirked. "But you're on to something, Kurt. I will need your help this week. Let me tell you what I'm looking for, and you can tell me if there's a song that will cover it."

Kurt sniffed. "Dusty has a discography of 14 albums. I'm sure we'll find something. What emotion did you want to convey?"

At this, Puck's confidence cracked a little, and he smiled sheepishly. "Love?"

Kurt hid his grin. "Unrequited love, I'm guessing? Don't worry, I have just the song."