CHAPTER ONE

ONE NIGHT...

Puck, one night, for seem reson wasn't doing anything, no date, no nothing. It was a crappy night. He was lying there in bed. He looked towards the clocl, it read: 11:38. Puck thought to himself that, it was only half eleven and he was already ready to go to bed. Just sad. He turned to the windows now, the rain tipping against the windows, a very calm night, calm rain, it sounded nice, every now and agin a new drop would hit against the window pane. For whatever reason Puck liked the sound. There was a knock on his bedroom door, Puck suddenly felt more happy than before, at least now that there was someone here to see him, he didn't feel like such a Lima Loser. He called "Come in" And who walked in really surprised him. It was Kurt. "Hummel "what are you doing here?" Puck asked considering that he didn't even know that Kurt knew his address. But Kurt didn't answer the question he just walked in and kind of smiled, he looked towards the window.

"It's raining" Kurt said, blankly as if he wasn't even there. He didn't even make eye contact with him. Puck looked even more confused now.

"And the weird behaviour award goes to ... " Kurt turned to him, he let a small smile curl on his lips. He walked right beside the bed, he went right beside Puck. He leaned downed and put his lips to Pucks ear, Puck started to get really hot, the sweat was starting to come down his fore head. "Hummel what are you doing?" Puck asked a little more scared than he intended. He filt himself practically burning inside and kind of out. Kurt still hasn't answed Pucks question, and Puck took notice. "Hummel! What the hell are you doing?" Kurt smiled a little bit.

"I'm seducing you" Kurt said and he said it so flurtelly it would put Santana to shame. Puck sat up a little bit, his voice broke slightly as he said:

"Well, it's not working!" Kurt smiled and he looked to Puck, as if Puck could read Kurt's mind, because he was sure that he said: "Wrong, I know you're lying and I know that you're hot for... everything that has a pulse... well guess what... I have a pulse" but Kurt's mouthe didn't even move. And then Kurt started to crawl on the bed. Puck wanted to move away... but he couldn't, his heart was beating for Kurt, for some reason Kurt was doing something to him. Something (to be honest) that even the sexiest girl in Lima couldn't do for him. He was making his heart beat faster and slower at the same time, making him hot before he even got to the sweaty part of the first date, and second and third, so on, so one. Kurt put the back of his hand on Puck's cheek. Kurt's cold hand against his hot skin, it felt so... so... (If you wanted to be clichè you could say that they kind of completed each other, opposite's atract or something like that) But if you wanted to be original... Puck couldn't come up with words to how right it felt, even if it was Kurt, a boy... but to be fare if you closed your eyes and listened to Kurt talking and singing, you would swear to God that he was a girl, but you know in a good way. Hell sometimes if you look at him from a certain angle he even kinda looked like a girl, but again in the goodest way possible.

When Kurt did something unexpected, he kissed Puck, gently on the neck, Puck wanted to moan but he didn't want to seem like he was gay... (But in retrospect it's not a good idea to let him keep doing it without stopping him) Kurt then moved his way up to Puck's jaw. Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt's waiste suddenly becoming ten times hotter. Kurt moved in the direction of Puck's mouth but he didn't kiss him where Puck thought he would. Kurt began to kiss his chin, a little more rough ten Puck expected Hummel to be... Puck always thought that Kurt was the kind to run away from the fly but instead he was rough, kind of the way Puck got witht he girls he was with. Apperntly Horny-ness made you hot, steamy and surprisenly strong. Then Kurt began to kiss Puck, on the lips. It was light, not exactly the thing people would expect, but it was simple... nice. Then things started to get rougher. Puck started to take off his t-shirt Kurt slowly helped him. Puck lied down and somehow Kurt ended up slightly sitting on him. Kurt was beginning to kiss Puck's stomach. He kissed and moved up a little bit and then he started to lick up to his chest. He then moved straight up to Pucks neck. Puck was so turned on that it actually hurt. His breathe was slow and heavy. Puck started to repay Kurt, he grabbed the back of Kurts head making sure that he kept kissing his neck. Puckt then started to kiss Kurt's neck as well. Kurt moaned. "Someday I'll tell you" Kurt said not sounding... well he didn't say it with any emotion, which kind of made Puck cool down a little bit. Puck couldn't help but think what would have happened if someone had walked in a mintue ago, but he snapped back to Kurt.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He asked, extremely confused. Kurt just smiled back. Then they began to kiss again, heavier, rougher when:

Puck jumped up in his bed. It was a freaking dream! That could have been the best sex he ever had... and it was a dream. He looked around and then he realised what he just said. Oh my God, it was just a dream, and it doesn't mean a thing. When he realised he wet the bed... only it wasn't pee. Puck's eyes went wide when he realised what it was. He got out of the bed, and he looked to his underwear, and wow was he turned on. Puck looked around... this can't be happening! He is Puck, which was basically a manwhore... he slept with practically... no not practically, litterely every HOT girl in freaking Lima. It's not as if he can suddenly go gay!

"Oh No!" Puck almost screamed... But after a while he kind of realised something, Kurt was on his mind a lot, so maybe he was only gay for Kurt or something, because he kind of has these prophetic dreams, sometimes, like he had a dream that he had a girl living with him who ended up being his unborn daughter, who he just found out was his! So he knew it was a sign... and when Puck set his mind on something, he made sure that he got that something which in this case was Kurt Hummel.