Yeah…
So, ah…
This is the first time I've actually really written about Kurt and Puck officially dating, with Blaine supporting them, so feedback would be awesome!:)
Puckurt shippers/RENT lovers, I hope this doesn't disappoint!
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"Don't murder anyone." Blaine warned, taking Kurt's elbow.
Kurt has spotted his boyfriend, Puck, just a few moments before, flirting with some cheerleaders from Dalton's sister school, and when he saw one girl shamelessly slip her hands over Puck's toned abs, Kurt couldn't take it any longer.
"No promises." Kurt snarled through clenched teeth, ripping his arm from Blaine's grasp and storming over before Blaine could talk him out of it. When he reached his boyfriend, Puck and the girls were all laughing.
Puck caught sight of Kurt and pulled him close. "Hey, baby." He laughed.
"Didn't you come here to see me?" Kurt asked harshly.
"Huh?" Puck asked confusedly, laughter still in his voice.
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to the girls, wearing a sickeningly sweet smile that clashed against their snobby, toothy ones. "Excuse us, girls, but I'd like to talk to my boyfriend for a minute." He said, dragging Puck off by his waist. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked bitterly once they were at least somewhat separated from everyone else.
"What? We were just talking…" Puck said, laughing.
Kurt put his hands on his hips. "Right." His tone was thick with disbelief.
Puck's smile faltered a bit, but still existed. "Babe." He stressed. "We were just talking."
Kurt sighed. "You have to do this today?" He asked intolerantly.
Puck's smirk was now completely gone from his boyfriend's tone of voice. He sighed and crossed his arms. "You know what?" Kurt crossed his arms to mimic Puck's, giving Puck an 'oh-I-can't-wait-to-hear-your-excuse-this-time' look. "I can't take much more of this." He said.
Kurt's eyebrow's shot up.
Puck explained. "This obsessive-compulsive, control-freak paranoia." He said.
"What?" Kurt asked, not believing Puck's words.
"I took out my nipple ring because it grossed you out." Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Puck wasn't quite finished. "I left Rachel's party last night because you wanted to go home."
"You were flirting with the women in rubber!" Kurt accused, hurt clear in his blue eyes.
Puck grew frustrated. "There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!" He yelled, making a good amount of the crowded Dalton main hall turn to look at them.
When Kurt looked close to tears, Puck's expression softened, and he lifted a hand to caress Kurt's cheek.
"Give me a break." He whispered softly as Kurt turned his head away from his touch.
"Every single day, I walk down the street," Puck sang as more boys turned to look, "I hear people say baby, so sweet." Kurt rolled his eyes, still not looking at Puck's face. "Ever since puberty, everyone stares at me. Boys, girls, I can't help it, baby…" Kurt snorted and hugged himself tightly, turning around to walk back to Blaine.
Puck followed him. "So be kind, and don't lose your mind…" He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, halting him. "Just remember," Kurt grabbed Puck's grasped hands, angrily trying to pry them off. "That I'm your baby." Puck shamelessly ground into Kurt's ass, making Kurt release a startled gasp, straightening his posture in surprise and glaring at Blaine, who had begun laughing at the pair. "Take me for what I am," Puck continued his singing, spinning Kurt around an clasping his right hand with Kurt's left, swaying Kurt limply to Puck's singing. "Who I was meant to be…" Puck leaned down to rub their noses together, but Kurt scoffed and jerked his face away. "And if you give a damn," Puck slid Kurt's hands down to his belt buckle, but Kurt angrily ripped his hands away and escaped Puck's grasp, and Puck held his hands up in surrender. "Take me baby, or leave me."
Kurt started walking away, but when he heard gasps ripple through the huge crowd – he realized later that, yes, the entire hall was watching them – he turned and his jaw slackened as he saw Puck standing on top of one of the decorative tables.
"A tiger in a cage can never see the sun," Puck sang. "This stud needs his stage, so baby let's have fun." He began unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open to leave his well-toned chest and abs in plain sight for everyone. "You are the one I choose," He knelt down, reaching out teasingly to Kurt. "Folks would kill to fill your shoes. You love the limelight, too, now baby." Kurt hmphed and turned, continuing to walk away, but Puck was insistent, jumping off of the table and hurrying after him, the groups of students eagerly following. "So be mine, and don't waste my time." He ran and caught up to Kurt again, tugging him back by his shirt and shedding him of his blazer and pinning their bodies together, making Kurt blush. "Cryin', oh Honey-bear, are you still my, my, my baby?"
"Don't you dare!" Kurt screeched as Puck started to push Kurt's shirt up, scandalized as he pushed his dress shirt back down and went to walk to the other end of the wing where his dorm was, Puck and the students eagerly following.
"Take me for what I am, who I was meant to be," Puck continued his singing as Kurt walked towards a flight of stairs. "And if you give a damn," He paused at the bottom of the steps as he watched Kurt climb them. "Take me baby, or leave me." He smirked as Kurt halted his steps. "No way, can I be what I'm not," He sang, deepening his voice into the gravelly one he knew drove Kurt crazy as Kurt turned around. "But hey, don't you want your man hot?" He took his shirt and opened it wider, giving Kurt a full show, smirking as said boy visibly swallowed hard at the sight. "Don't fight it, don't lose your head," He approached the steps, climbing a couple. "'Cause every night, who's in your bed?"
Kurt's jaw fell open, completely scandalized, a light blush tinting the top of his cheekbones as the crowd murmured a bit.
Puck fell on his knees on the steps. "Who?" He asked, pouting as he started crawling up the stairs tantalizingly. "Who's in your bed?" He leaned up, now eye-level with Kurt's hips, and looked up, sticking his lower lip out. "Kiss, Princess?"
Kurt huffed. "It won't work." He said, shoving his boyfriend back a bit. "I look before I leap, I love margins and discipline." He sang as Puck stood up. "I make lists in my sleep, baby," Kurt loosened his tie. "What's my sin?" He threw his tie around Puck's neck, shoving his up against the banister. "Never quit, I follow through. I hate mess," He threw his tie over his shoulder and slid his hands under Puck's loose shirt. "But I love you." Puck swallowed, having to grip the banister to keep his balance as Kurt's hands ran over his back and abs and leaned close with that sexy, seductive smirk he did do well. "What to do with my impromptu, baby?" Kurt's hands slid back and settled on Puck's chest. "So be wise, 'cause this boy satisfies…" Puck's mouth went dry as Kurt slid down his body and then back up, running his hands over his more favorable area, making Puck's breath hitch. "You got a prize, who don't compromise, you're one lucky baby!" Kurt peeled himself off of Puck, throwing his arms out.
"Take me for what I am!" Kurt sang, strutting down the steps.
"A control freak." Puck commented, folding his arms.
"For who I was meant to be!" Kurt continued.
"A snob, yet over attentive." Puck snarked, following his boyfriend down the stairs.
"And if you give a damn!" Kurt turned around and pointed at Puck.
"A lovable, droll geek." Puck piped in.
"Take me baby, or leave me…"
"An anal retentive." Puck almost yelled, following Kurt as he walked into the nearest common room.
"That's it!" They both sang, shooting hard glares at each other.
"The straw that breaks my back." Kurt sang.
"I quit!" They circled each other around the pool table in the center.
"Unless you take it back." Kurt sang loudly, pain and anger in his eyes.
"Us men!"
"What is it about them?" Puck took his turn.
"Can't live." They both took deep breaths.
"With or without them!"
They slammed their hands down on either side of the pool table, gripping the edges tightly with anger.
"Take me for what I am," They nearly screamed.
"For what I was meant to be." Kurt sang/snarled.
"For what I was meant to be." Puck echoed. "And if you give a damn."
"And if you give a damn." Kurt belted as they both moved around the pool table, jumping on top of it.
"Take me baby." Puck said, motioning to himself as Kurt slinked towards him.
"Oh, take me baby!" Kurt sang, pulling Puck against him and wrapping his legs around Puck's waist.
"Or leave me." They both sang, and Puck leaned Kurt back against the pool table as Kurt threw his head back. "Take me baby…" Kurt sat back up and jumped down.
"Or leave me…" They both finished.
"Guess I'm leaving." They said in unison, backing away from each other. "I'm gone." They snarled, turning and exiting through different entrances, fuming.
The room sat in silence for a moment.
Jeff turned to Blaine. "Maybe now you two can get back together." He said.
Blaine dropped his face into his hand and sighed.
"Wow." David said, turning to leave.