Title: Like a Silly Prom Cliché
Characters: Kurt, Puck, Blaine
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (hints at Kurt/Blaine and Puck/Lauren)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Words Count: 2594
A/N: It's a fill for constantsnow's prompt on the puckurt community.
Summary: His plan was ruined when a limousine drove away and Puck saw Kurt sitting on the curb on the other side of the street, a red plastic glass in his hand.

Up until that moment, things had been going pretty well. Kurt had got a slow dance and to hold his boyfriend's hand in public. Everything was going perfectly until one of the jocks walked by them and said, "Fags!"

Kurt knew that the more you showed people they affected you, the more power you gave them, so he let it pass but when he looked back at Blaine, he knew that it wasn't going to end well.

"How can you be in this school?" he asked, pulling away and looking at Kurt again as if he couldn't get him. Kurt hated that look.

"Blaine, we've been through this already." Kurt sighed heavily and pulled his hand out of Blaine's. Wanting to get away for a little while, he turned around to walk back to their table.

"I know you missed them, but you're not going to resist here. You stand out too much, and they will always pick up on you and..."

Kurt whirled around and looked at his boyfriend with an icy glare. "I don't want to fight, okay? I can handle it. I've been doing it all my life."

"But then you had to get away," Blaine retorted and Kurt could feel anger radiating off of his boyfriend.

"I won't let them keep me away from my friends anymore. I want to be here, with them and..."

"And we weren't enough for you," Blaine finished for him.

Kurt hated that side of Blaine, the condescending one, the one that made him doubt himself. "I think you should go now." It wasn't the first time Kurt had said that to him and, for a moment, he wondered if it was normal that you had to ask your boyfriend to leave because he made you uncomfortable.

Blaine sighed in defeat knowing how Kurt got when he closed people off and just stopped listening. "We came here together, Kurt. How are you getting back home?"

"I'll hitch a ride with someone."

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Blaine waited for Kurt to say that he didn't mean it but when it became obvious that it wasn't going to happen, he held up his hands in surrender and walked away.

Kurt watched him go trying to understand where that feeling of emptiness was coming from. He mentally called himself a drama queen but couldn't get past the fact that Blaine wasn't supportive even knowing how important it was for him to be able to be himself.

That was one of those times when he wondered where the boy that had confessed to regret changing school the first time they met had disappeared to. Kurt looked towards the dance floor where Mercedes, Rachel and Sam were dancing together and where Mike and Tina were kissing.

He walked up to the buffet and knowing that at least five different students had spiked the punch, he took two large plastic glasses and filled them up. Then, he turned around and walked outside.

*GLEE*

Puck sighed for the millionth time and finally gave up. It was approaching ten and most of the couples were already starting to leave. He damned the decision to become one of those relationship people in that moment, because Lauren had stood him up once again, this time in front of the whole school, and he didn't even have a plan B for the night.

He decided that it was finally time to get back at being the badass, at least, in that way, he was sure that he wasn't going to let another girl treat him like he didn't matter. He was Puckzilla and he didn't wait for anyone, he had already wasted enough time chasing after Lauren.

He reached inside his jacket and took out the flask of vodka. It was still half full and he downed the bitter spirit trying to forget about yet another person that treated him like he had no feelings.

With a last glance to his friends, he got up and walked out of the gym ready to find an easy lay and forget about what a failure the whole evening had been.

When he walked outside, he took a deep breath of the warm night air and decided that perhaps, he still wasn't drunk enough. His plan was to find a girl, then a drug store where no one would ask for his ID and then get completely wasted. However, his plan was ruined when a limousine drove away and Puck saw Kurt sitting on the curb on the other side of the street, a red plastic glass in his hand and his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed.

He debated for a moment whether he should mind his own business and try to put his plan into action or go talk to Kurt. He had seen Kurt looking miserable before leaving McKinley and now that he was back with a boyfriend, he thought that the days of a depressed-Kurt were finally over. He wondered what Blaine Warbler, like Rachel had called him, had done to get Kurt to sit in his fancy suite on the curb looking like someone had just ruined his favorite scarf.

Finally coming to a decision, he looked both ways before crossing the street and going to sit down next to his friend.

Kurt didn't say anything, didn't even look at him, didn't give the slightest sign of having noticed Puck sitting down next to him. Puck saw that he had an empty glass next to his thigh and the one he was holding between his hands was only half full.

"Did you drink both glasses?" he asked and Kurt shrugged. "You're pretty drunk already then."

"Not enough," he answered before taking one long gulp from his punch. He glanced at Puck from over the rim of the glass and raised an eyebrow questioningly. When he lowered his drink, he asked, "What are you doing out here? Where's Lauren?" His voice was raspy from the alcohol and Puck found himself shivering at that sound.

"She stood me up. Again," he added after a second.

Kurt nodded and offered his glass at Puck. "Drink up!"

Shaking his head, Puck accepted the drink and finished it. Kurt looked towards one of the cars where a couple was kissing and sighed heavily. "This prom sucks big time."

Puck laughed, "You can say that again." He threw the empty glass against a car where one of the jocks and one of the ex-Cheerios were making out. He flipped off the boy when he yelled at him that he was a jerk. "Where's your boy?"

"Don't remind me of him," Kurt said bitterly. "I thought that first boyfriends were supposed to be perfect, you know?" He laughed humorlessly. "I guess it was just one of those stupid things I'm naive enough to believe. Sometimes I fee like the one person that should get me, doesn't, and I wonder what the hell is wrong with me." He blamed the alcohol for making him confess those things to the boy sitting next to him. "I wanted to go home but everyone I know was inside having fun and I didn't want to ruin their night."

Puck looked at him then, like really looked. The way his hair fell in his eyes whenever Kurt lowered his head, the way the black of his jacket made him look even paler than usual and how the streetlights made his eyes look darker. Then his eyes followed Kurt's long legs and suddenly, he was feeling so horny. "You're hot," he heard himself saying before he could stop himself.

Kurt looked at him startled, his mouth dropped into a perfectly shaped 'o' and his eyes widened. "What?"

"You're hot, like really hot." He got closer to Kurt even though they were already sitting just an inch apart. "Like so hot I'd do you."

Kurt laughed nervously and looked away but Puck didn't miss the way his cheeks, already slightly rosy from the alcohol, turned a bright red. "Puck..." he whispered, biting down on his lower lip. "I'm so drunk and depressed right now that I don't really think I can take a joke."

Puck raised a hand cupping Kurt's cheek, his thumb stroked Kurt's cheekbone while his eyes fixed on Kurt's mouth.

"I don't think I'm joking." Uncaring of who might see them, he leaned in closer bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. He felt Kurt tense for a moment before he pulled back. "I have my pick-up," he said, and he knew that it was probably the worst line ever because if roles were reversed, he'd tell himself to get lost, but Kurt nodded, getting up and extending a hand to Puck.

They didn't talk after that because they were driven by alcohol and hormones and depression and loneliness. Kurt let Puck led him to his pick-up and for a moment, every thought about waiting for the right time and the right guy flew out of his mind.

When he got inside the pick-up he bumped his head against the roof and fell flat on his back on the seat. Puck laughed closing the door behind him before settling between Kurt's legs.

"This is so uncomfortable," Kurt said, looking up at Puck and trying to make out his face in the dark of the pick-up. He felt hands on his hips, keeping him in place, and was surprised of not feeling trapped since, just a year before, Puck used to touch him only to throw him into dumpsters.

He slid his hands up a toned chest, down muscular arms and then up again, until they were resting at the base of Puck's neck. He bit down on his lower lip and slid his fingers through the short hair of Puck's mohawk just when the hands resting on his hips started opening his jacket.

He lifted himself up a bit and, in the darkness of the car, tried to find Puck's face because he wanted to be kissed again. When their mouths connected, Kurt moaned and Puck pressed down against his crotch. When Kurt felt the boy's erection, knowing that it was him who was turning Puck on, he started feeling confident and sexy. He pulled back and got Puck out of the jacket and the shirt thankful that he hadn't worn a tie because he didn't think he'd be able to focus on it long enough to untie it.

He felt Puck's fingers against his neck working on his bow tie a then on the buttons of his shirt.

Despite being drunk Kurt wished they were doing it in another place where he could see what was going on, where besides feeling the heated skin under his fingertips he could also see Puck's body, the muscles clenching.

Puck pushed his hips down making his erection brush against Kurt's again. He felt turned on more than he could ever remember being, and he felt like he could burst from how hot he was feeling. Kurt's skin felt feverish under his fingertips and the little moans escaping his mouth were making Puck even harder.

Kurt was glad that Puck took the time to undress him instead of just getting his pants off and fuck him like a cheap whore in a bathroom stall.

In some remote part of his mind, Puck knew that he was probably supposed to stop and ask Kurt if he was sure because that was Kurt's first time, and it was going to be a cheap cliché but they were both drunk and Puck thought that made it kind of different, kind of alright. No one to blame because they were both in the same situation. In a way, they were both taking advantage of the other.

When they were lying naked, Puck stopped for a moment. In the dim light coming from the windshield he could see Kurt looking up at him with curious eyes and an innocence that he wondered if he should really take away. He was tempted to ask Kurt if he was still thinking about Blaine because he had stopped thinking of Lauren around the time he had gotten Kurt's shirt off. He was surprised to realize that he felt strangely jealous at the thought that perhaps, Blaine was in Kurt's mind in that moment.

He pushed those thoughts out of his head and kissed Kurt again, his lips hard against Kurt's soft ones, demanding of something he didn't even know he wanted. Kurt whimpered against his mouth and opened his lips to Puck's tongue.

Puck pulled back after a few moments and opened the dashboard drawer and retrieved condoms and lube. He stopped with a condom in one hand and the lube in the other, almost asking if it was okay, but then Kurt pulled his head down to kiss him and he let the alcohol think for them.

*GLEE*

Kurt started to leave but then hesitated with his hand on the door handle. Without looking back at Puck, he said, "It never happened." It felt wrong to say it and Kurt wasn't even sure why. When Puck didn't answer, he felt the need to add something. "But thank you for... for being gentle and... and... I don't know," he trailed off frustrated. "Just, thanks."

He pulled open the door and quickly got out, slumming it shut behind him. He stumbled for a moment still half drunk but luckily got his footing back before landing on his face. He walked up the driveway without glancing behind him and tried not to find it kind of sweet when he didn't hear Puck start the pick-up until after he was inside.

"Was that Puck?"

Kurt looked up startled when he heard his father's voice.

"Kurt?"

Blinking a few times, Kurt finally focused on Burt's face. "Yeah, he gave me a ride home because Blaine was a bit drunk and left with Wes."

"Okay." Burt studied him for a moment. "You got here on time, thank you for not making me worry." Kurt barely nodded before pulling away from the door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm a bit drunk myself," he said.

"Did you have fun?"

Kurt wanted to be honest with his father but he couldn't tell him that after his speech about not throwing himself around, he had just given up his virginity while he was drunk.

He put on a fake smile and said, "It was everything a school prom should be," and let his father make of that whatever he wanted. He quickly kissed him goodnight and then went up to his room. While he curled up under the covers, Puck's scent still on his skin, he fully realized what had happened. He had just cheated on his boyfriend.