Pucklaine – Nothing is wrong with a little of curiosity
FRIDAY:
"Dude, you look like crap."
That was the first thing Noah Puckerman said when Finn showed up to give him a ride to school that morning.
"I couldn't sleep." A totally Finn-y answer: obvious.
"And why's that?" Not that Puck was really caring, it was just to keep the conversation going, actually.
"Too much noise. Blaine slept over. And Kurt got...uhm, a little…loud." he explained, cheeks slightly turning red.
That got Puck's attention, which he tried to disguise: "So, what did you hear?"
"Not much." Finn said, his cheeks going to an even darker red as he continued, "Just some…moans. And 'right there' several times. But it's weird, you know, listen to your brother have sex." – he sighed.
"I can imagine… But how did Burt let Blaine sleep over when you could never bring any of your girlfriends?"
"I know, right? That's, like, totally unfair and…"
But now Puck wasn't paying attention anymore. His mind drifted away, as he tried to imagine what 'right there' could mean in gay sex.
"…but I told him…" – Oh, right, Finn was still talking.
"Does Blaine sleep at your house everyday?" Puck asked all of a sudden, cutting Finn's next line.
"Ah, no. Just, like, twice a week or so." – he answered with a shrug – "But Kurt is going to spend this weekend at Blaine's and I'll be able to finally get some sleep." – he said, emphasizing his last words.
"Why is Kurt sleeping there?" – Noah was now clearly interested.
"Blaine's parents are going on some sort of business trip, so Blaine and Kurt will have the house entirely for them. And then they can have all kinds of sex where I can't hear them!" – he answered casually, laughing as he said the last line. Finn obviously thought his joke was funny. Puck was focused on something else, but he had time to fake a laugh right on time.
"What's up with this TMI questions?" Finn asked with a smile.
"Just curious." Puck answered with a shrug. Barely knows Finn that a plan was starting in Puck's head. A plan that could make this the most awesome or awkward weekend ever.
As the day passed by, Puck's plan became more and more elaborated. He kept adding details or changing some stuff here and there, so nothing would go wrong. When the last class ended, and Puck headed to Glee Club, it was complete. Not even Puck knew he could come up with something this good. But it all depended on one question.
Glee Club was boring. No performances, just Mr. Schue giving them some singing tips that were demonstrated by Rachel. Man, she could really sing.
The bell finally rang and it was time to start phase 1 of the plan. Puck knew that Kurt always took a little longer to put his things together, so he waited as everyone left and then they were alone.
"So, Kurt, I heard that you're gonna spend the weekend at your boyfriend's" – Puck said casually.
"That's right. Have you and Finn been discussing about my personal life?" – Kurt asked smirking, like he knew the answer.
"Well, not discussing. It was just friends sharing some news." – Puck answered with a wink.
"But why is this so interesting?" – Kurt asked him, this time holding a serious face.
Now or never.
"'Cause I want to kick Finn's ass in Call of Duty for a while but he always find excuses to not go online. So I was thinking about spending a night at your house so he couldn't say no. And I wanted to ask you if I could sleep in your room while you're out…"
Kurt thought about it for a while, in silence, looking at his feet. After a few seconds, he looked up grinning as he said: "Only if you promise me that you will shower before sleeping."
Puck couldn't believe. The plan was perfectly on the tracks. "Great! Now I need to ask your father."
"No problem. I'm actually going home now, do you want a ride?"
"That'd be great!"
The ride was calm and quiet. Kurt put on a CD with a green witch on the cover, and the songs sounded like some Broadway show. For a second, Puck thought this could be some sort of test, but he decided to say nothing as Kurt kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally humming the songs softly as they got closer to the Hummel/Hudson house.
When they got home, Kurt said: "That's weird, Finn's not here yet… Maybe he's at Rachel's." he shrugged after looking around again. "Anyway,here. Let me show you my bedroom."
So Kurt leaded the way into the house and up the stairs. His room was the second door of the corridor. Puck assumed the first was Finn's and the last was Burt and Carole's.
"So, here it is." – Kurt said as he dramatically opened the door.
The room was kinda big. A queen bed was sat in the middle, with a nightstand on the left and another door on the right.
"That door leads to the closet and bathroom. You can find clean sheets and towels there. I have extra shampoo on the bathroom cabinet and… Could you do me a favor?" Kurt asked, turning to face Puck.
"Sure. What?"
Kurt ran into the bathroom and came back holding this golden, plastic can.
"Use this on your hair after you shower? Your mohawk is killing me, it's too dry." – Kurt said, laughing softly.
Puck took the can and smiled at the boy, "Fine. What is that?" – he asked, pointing as his eyes set on the big case on Kurt's bed.
"My sleepover kit" – the younger one answered with a shrug, like it was nothing much.
"That's for a weekend? I bet there's enough stuff there for a whole week, dude!" – Puck said surprised with an incredulous expression.
"You have got to be joking. Or maybe you aren't. You wouldn't understand my dressing processes, so I won't even try to explain." – Kurt answered shaking his head amused by the other's naivety.
In that moment, they heard a honk coming from probably the front of the house.
"It's Blaine." – Kurt said holding his breath a little, but not enough so Puck wouldn't notice – "Could you help me to take this downstairs since you're here, please?"
"Sure thing, bro!" – Puck answered as he reached for the big bag and took it downstairs, followed by Kurt right behind him.
The door bell rang, and Kurt ran to open the door. Blaine was standing there, still in his Dalton uniform. Clearly he had just got out of school.
"Hi, Blaine." – Kurt greeted, even more breathless, and starting to blush a little bit.
"Hello, Kurt." – Blaine answered, in a calm voice, but blinking his now sparkling eyes. Like he was seeing an angel in front of him or something.
And they stood there, holding hands and staring at each other's eyes. After a minute or so, Noah decided to make his presence clear and finally coughed lowly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Blaine, could you help Puck taking my bag to your car?" – Kurt asked, politely.
"Yeah, sure, c'mon, Puck." – Blaine said, stepping inside, reaching for the bag.
"No, it's fine, really. I can take it, just open your car for me." – Puck said. It was essential that he carried the bag alone.
"Okay, then. Here, put it on the backseat. Thanks." – Blaine said, opening the door.
Puck put the case in there, pushed it a little, and then "accidentally" dropped his phone on the car's floor. Neither Blaine nor Kurt saw this, so he closed the door and waved goodbye to both of them. If everything goes as planned, Puck thought as the car was leaving, we'll meet again soon tonight.
A few minutes later, while Puck was watching TV, Burt got home. It wasn't really hard to tell that he was a little confused seeing Puck there, alone, watching his TV. But Noah explained everything to him and asked if he could spend the night. Mr. Hummel agreed, since they promised they wouldn't be up all night playing videogame. He promised.
If everything goes well, he would only play 20 minutes of videogame.
30 minutes later, Puck assumed Blaine and Kurt had already got to Blaine's house. So he decided to call Kurt and let him know about the cell phone thing.
Ringing... Ringing... "Hello?" – Noah heard Kurt's voice on the other line.
"Hey, Kurt, it's Puck. I think I dropped my phone at your boyfriend's car. Could you check that for me?" – Puck's tone was perfect: casual, but a little worried. Like anyone would be if their cell phone was missing.
"Yeah, it is here." – Kurt said, after a couple minutes – "Do you want us to take it back?"
"No, don't worry, I can go there and get it myself. Just ask your Warbler to teach me how to get to his house." – Puck said. This was actually the crucial thing about the whole plan. Know where Blaine Warbler lived.
"Sure, hold on." Kurt said.
Another few minutes later…
"Hey, Puck. It's Blaine. Kurt told me everything. So, it's quite easy to get here, all you have to do is…" – and then Blaine explained the easiest way, as Puck listened carefully to every single word.
"Okay, dude. Thanks. I'm on my way." – he said, and hung up.
Then he went to Burt, told him the whole story and asked to borrow a car for a while. Burt said he could take Kurt's cars, and warned him to be careful.
So Puck went, carefully, to Blaine's house. Which happened to be 15 minutes away or so. When Puck got there, he saw Kurt and Blaine waiting for him in front of a big, fancy house. Damn, Puck thought, this is really nice.
"So, here's your phone" – Kurt handed him as he lowered the car's window – "And who even let you take my car?"
"Your dad did. I promised I would be very careful." – Puck answered with a smile.
"Well, be very careful, then. Don't hurt my baby." – he said laughing.
"No problem. I should go then. Goodbye." – And, just as he was about to drive off, he opened the window again to shout at the couple – "Be nice!"
He left, laughing at the thought that he was counting they wouldn't be nice to make this night memorable.
When he got back to Kurt's house, Finn was already there. About time. Now it was time to really make things happen.
"You are the worst loser ever!" – Puck exclaimed. He beat Finn 6 times in a row, and now Finn was really throwing his player into suicide attacks, just trying to kill Puck's one time.
"Dude, you gotta be cheating, there's no way I can't kill you." – Finn was kind of desperate.
"So, your conclusion is that I must be cheating to win? Well, cheat this… Headshot!" – Puck screamed. "So, seven to none. How about that?"
"One more time." – Finn said, voice low and jaw clenching.
"No, no, no sir. Seven is enough. Seven is the most powerful magic number, remember that." – Puck said, laughing – "Even that Voldemort guy had 7 horcruxes. Or whatever the name was."
"Yeah, and he still got himself dead." – Finn completed.
"Well, I got you dead 7 times!" – Puck said bouncing on the bed.
"And you're still a loser."
"Come on, you wanna be a loser like me, don't you?" – he half-sung softly.
They were both laughing now. That was not how Puck planned. They should be fighting by now.
"Okay, one more round, then." – Puck said. They still needed to have a fight.
5 minutes later, Puck had beat Finn 2 more times. He was now dancing around the room, like celebrating.
"Dude, enough, okay. You won, good for you." – Finn said, his voice with a different, rage tone. That's more like it.
"Why, can't I celebrate my awesomeness? My badassness on Call Of Duty?" – Puck said, laughing, just to make Finn even madder.
"Why do you have to be the worst winner ever? Really? It is just a game!"
"Are you bothered that I won fair and square?" – Puck asked, trying to keep a straight face now, crossing his arms against his chest.
"Yeah, I kinda am. Why don't you just go get sleep, now?" – Finn added.
"I don't know if I wanna wake up tomorrow and look at your sorry face in the morning." – Puck said, harshly.
"Dude, this is my house. Why don't you fuck off then?" – Finn shouted at him.
"Fine! I'm leaving. And I'm taking your car." – Puck said, and dashed.
That's it. The time had arrived. All Puck could think about, as he drove back to Blaine's house, was how hot gay sex could really be.
He got there in 10 minutes. He drove really fast, which was not "being very careful" but he didn't care. He knew what he should do now.
He got out the car and walked to the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the TV was on. Blaine and Kurt must have been watching some movie. He took a deep breath, and rang the bell. Then he waited for a couple minutes, until Blaine opened the door.
Blaine answered the door half naked. No shirt, just pajama sweatpants and, for what Puck could notice, no underwear. Kurt was a few steps behind, in a white silk robe, with his cheeks dark red and his lips clearly swollen. Okay, maybe they weren't even watching anything. They were probably doing something.
"Puckerman, what the hell are you doing here?" – Kurt asked, looking kind of angry.
"Well, Finn kicked me out after losing 9 times in a row, and I don't have anywhere to go now." – Puck said, looking down at his own feet.
"How about your own house, huh?" – Kurt asked putting his hands on his hips, clearly impatient to deal with something like that.
"It's almost 2AM, my mom is sleeping now." – Puck said shaking his shoulders – "Sorry if I woke you guys up or something."
Kurt's cheeks became almost purple and even Blaine was blushing now, as he confessed: "We weren't really sleeping… Uhm, we were…."
"Just watching a movie." – Kurt finished his sentence before his boyfriend could – "Lucky for you. We wouldn't have woken up to open the door."
"Well, sorry again. I know it's not cool, but could I crash here, Warbler?" – Puck said, looking at Blaine.
Blaine turned his head to exchange a look with Kurt, who shrugged and simply walked away – "Sure, why not." – Blaine said smiling politely, stepping aside so Puck could come in.
"Thanks a lot, bro." – he said as he entered the house – "So, shall we get this party started?" he said, smiling.
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, somehow alarmed.
Boy, this is gonna be good.