Title: Stage Presence Chapter One.
Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Warnings: Sex, eventually.
Word Count: 1,100
Rating: M.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…
Author's Note: Based on a Glee Kink Meme prompt:
Kurt's biggest fantasy is to have sex on a stage, Puck makes it happen.
Enjoy!
Chapter One.
Kurt was starting to loathe the practice sessions they had in the auditorium. It was bad enough when they were all onstage, performing as a group. He'd keep his eyes on the back of the auditorium, singing to the people in the last row like he was taught, doing it for an entirely less altruistic reason. If he didn't watch himself, didn't specifically make sure he wasn't staring at Puck, he'd find himself constantly gravitating towards him, completely ruining any and all dance steps. It still happened sometimes, but he was starting to get it under control.
Or so he thought.
But then Mr. Schuester had to go and give them this assignment, this stupid, idiotic assignment, and now Kurt was sitting in the audience himself, legs crossed, bag on his lap. He had a death grip on the handle, and his fingers were slowly turning white as he watched Puck perform his solo. The idea was that they needed to learn how to connect to the audience better, so they each needed to do a song, by themselves, on the stage. Puck excelled at this, at least in Kurt's humble opinion. He sat in the middle of the stage, guitar on his lap, seeming to look at no one except him.
"You are like a book for me to read, line after line I read on and on," Puck sang, keeping eye contact with Kurt and Kurt alone. "You are a film for me to see, a string of frames that just goes on and on and on." His voice was low and gravelly, and Kurt was powerless to look away. "And of all the places I've been, name after name it goes on and on." He dragged the words out, somehow making the song last forever. "You are a song for me to sing, a string of verses that goes on and on and on."
The song ended, and Kurt heard everyone clapping, but he couldn't make his hands unclench from his bag.
"Very good, Puck," Mr. Schuester said. "But maybe next time you can connect with the whole audience, rather than just Kurt."
Kurt felt himself turn bright red, and silently hated Puck for being able to shrug it off with some stupid joke. Mercedes nudged him, nodding towards the stage.
"It's your turn, isn't it?"
Kurt's eyes closed. It would be, wouldn't it? "Yeah." He took a deep breath, set his bag down, and walked onto the stage. He had been planning to do his song standing up, but it seemed wiser to sit on the stool Puck had been on, so he could cross his legs. The entirety of Glee was staring up at him expectantly, and he was about to start singing when Puck winked at him. Kurt shot him a death look, not caring that everyone noticed. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"It's late at night and I can't sleep, missing you just runs too deep," Kurt sang. "Oh, I can't breathe thinking of your smile."
"Open your eyes, Kurt!" Mr. Schuester called from the audience. "How can you connect if you can't see us?"
Kurt's eyes flew open. He hadn't been aware that he had closed them in the first place. "Every kiss I can't forget, this aching heart ain't broken yet. Oh god I wish I could make you see." Why had he picked this song again? He couldn't remember. He caught Mercedes' eyes, who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Cause I know this flame isn't dying, so nothing can stop me from trying."
Kurt glanced at Puck, unable to help himself. Puck seemed oddly subdued, and he was looking at Kurt with a strange intensity that nearly made his voice crack. "Baby you know that, maybe it's time for miracles, cause I ain't giving up on love." He couldn't look away, couldn't do anything other than sing. "You know that, maybe it's time for miracles, cause I ain't giving up on love. No, I ain't giving up on us."
Kurt could feel terrible things starting—er, continuing—to happen below his waist, and he readjusted himself. "I just wanna be with you, cause living is so hard to do when all I know is trapped inside your eyes." Puck's eyes were like fire, lighting him up and making his stomach burn. "The future I cannot forget, this aching heart ain't broken yet. Oh god I wish I could make you see." He flowed into the chorus, hardly thinking about the music or lyrics or anything other than Puck. Kurt had finally placed the look Puck was giving him—it was like he was a dessert, something to wait for, build up the anticipation before finally giving in. It took everything he had to keep singing, to leap off the stage and into Puck's arms.
"Baby can you feel it coming, you know I can hear it hear all the souls." Kurt's voice wavered. "Baby can you feel me feel you?" Puck inclined his head ever so slightly, and suddenly Kurt didn't know if he could finish the song. Gathering every ounce of strength he had, he sang the chorus for the last time.
There was a split second between the end of his song and when people started to applaud, but he didn't have the focus to notice the looks that got exchanged. "That was…really good," Mr. Schuester said, and Kurt did notice the hint of apprehension in his voice. "Maybe we should wrap it up for the day. Finish tomorrow." He stood up and left, the rest of the Glee club following.
Kurt, however, stayed on stage. Even if he had wanted to get up, he couldn't, not in his current condition. Puck also stayed, slouched low in his seat and keeping his eyes on Kurt. Mercedes shot Kurt one last look, but he glared at her, and she left without saying anything. Puck continued to stare at him, letting the silence play out.
"So." Kurt's voice came out unnaturally high.
"So."Puck's voice was low and gravelly, the perfect opposite of Kurt's.
Kurt took a deep breath. "Did you know that I've always wanted to be screwed on stage?"
Puck's eyes widened infinitesimally. "No, Hummel, I didn't know that."
"Well, are you going to just sit there, or will you get your ass up here and do something about it?"
Puck stood up, and even from way up on the stage, Kurt could see he was as aroused as he was. "Don't get your panties in a twist," he said. "I'm coming."
