A/N: Hi guys ! Here is a short fic I wrote last week, it won't last more than four chapters I guess.

Warning: It's rated M for male on male action, if you don't like it, don't read it. There will also be mention of rape (actually it's attempted rape) so just be careful if you're fragile.

Eventual Puckurt, of course !

I really hope you will like it as much I enjoyed writing it !

Please read and review !

Chapter 1:

"Oh yeah, Nicholas, you feel so good !" Kurt froze. He looked up at Blaine whose eyes were closed in pleasure and stopped moving.

"What did you just say ?" He asked rhetorically. Blaine opened his eyes and stopped his thrusting, looking lost. "I knew it." Kurt said bitterly.

"Kurt, I'm sorry I-"

"Go away." Kurt told him calmly.

"Kurt, please I didn't mean to-"

"Look, I'm sorry you didn't have enough time to come picturing your ex boyfriend instead of me but I don't feel in the mood of finishing what we started, so now, please go away." Blaine looked upset, but Kurt just looked away as he went out of him. Blaine grabbed his clothes and got dressed, looking at Kurt remorsefully.

"You're the one I love Kurt. You know that." Blaine said, his eyes imploring for forgiveness.

"Leave me alone Blaine." Kurt told him, sitting on the edge of his bed, his bed sheets around his body. He looked at the floor, listening to the footsteps leaving the room slowly, hoping to be called out. When the door of his room was closed, Kurt allowed himself to shed a tear. He didn't want to cry himself to sleep over this stupid break up right now. He got dressed again and went upstairs with the hope of stealing a bottle from his dad's stock. Burt and Carole were gone for one week so it was only Finn and Kurt at home and things were doing well. Well, officially it was Finn and Kurt but it seemed like Puck had decided to stick around for the week.

"Hey bro, what happened ? Blaine went away, he looked all upset." Finn told Kurt as he entered the living room.

"We broke up." Kurt simply said as he looked through his father's stock of alcohol.

"Did he hurt you ?" Puck asked, going out of the kitchen, a huge sandwich in his hands. "Want me to kick his ass or something ?" He offered.

"No Puck, but thank you for offering. Now if you have a bottle of vodka I wouldn't say no." Kurt replied.

"I do have vodka but there's no way you're drinking it in your cave on your own weeping over your boyfriend. Either you stay here with us or you don't drink." Puck decided.

"Deal." Kurt said, collapsing on the couch next to Finn. Puck followed and sat next to him, bringing two bottles and glasses with him.

"So, what has he done to you ?" Finn asked again as Puck poured the vodka.

"I don't want to talk about it." Kurt answered.

"He doesn't know how to fuck properly, I knew it." Puck said in a triumphant tone.

"Dude, come on I don't want to picture my bro having sex." Finn told Puck. "No offense." He added looking at Kurt.

"None taken." Kurt assured him, because he felt the same about Finn.

"Well, as I picture it he'd be all kinds of feisty in bed." Puck said smirking. Kurt blushed furiously, not having expected that at all. He glared at Puck, standing up.

"I'm calling it a night, good night guys." He said.

"Dude, you haven't drunk your vodka." Puck said, pointing at the glass full of pure vodka on the table. Kurt grabbed the glass, drank it in one sip and slammed it on the table as Puck and Finn stared at him stunned. He quickly walked to his room, before the dizziness started and closed the door. Truth was, Kurt didn't handle alcohol at all, he didn't know anyone who got drunk as fast as him. But he didn't want to let the two others know about it, that's why he was now standing in the dark of his room, peeling his clothes off to go to bed. He laid down, feeling the dizziness take over a part of his brain as he thought of the Blaine's fiasco. He had been supposed to stay here the whole week, they had been looking forward to it for so long, it hurt to see that Kurt had kicked him out on the first day. Kurt was so angry at him, he wanted to insult him in every single language for treating him like that, but he remained calm, staring at the ceiling of his dark room. Blaine didn't deserve him anyway, Kurt could find much better, maybe he'd have to wait until college but he would find the perfect man, someone who would be turned on by Kurt and who wouldn't need to picture some blurry memory of an ex.

He was half asleep when Kurt heard the door of his room open and close. He assumed it was Finn who came to check if he was doing okay but decided to pretend to be sleeping. The footsteps were heavy on the stairs, but everyone had drunk, it was not surprising. What surprised Kurt, though, was the sound of clothes being dropped on the floor, was Finn really undressing in his room ? Kurt didn't move, he stayed still in his uncomfortable position, trying to get what was going on. Finally he felt a heavy weight on the bed and someone lying beside him, with a content sigh.

"Dude, you're so fuckin' hot." Puck. It was Puck who was lying beside him. Puck who just said that he was hot. The only explanation was that he had walked through a dimensional gate without even noticing. And that dimension was really far from the normal one because right now Puck was leaning over him, kissing and sucking the skin of his neck and his cheeks. At that point, Kurt opened his eyes to see if it was some kind of prank or something but Puck looked completely passionate and Kurt concluded from the smell of ethanol that it was only because he was drunk.

"What the-" He was stopped by Puck's mouth attacking his, his tongue was shoved in his mouth and he could not think straight anymore. Kurt was a gay teenage boy and Puck was awfully hot. Having him onto him like that, kissing him and touching him, that was something Kurt could not say no to. And that was the best way to prove himself that he could get over Blaine.

The daze state he was in made Puck's touch warm and so much more pleasant than Blaine's. Kurt allowed his hands to wander over Puck's skin and he quickly realized that Puck was already naked, he didn't even have underwear. His mouth ran dry when he felt the huge erection against his own bulge. He thrust his hips for some friction because he was hard as well but Puck stopped him. He didn't say a thing, he just took hold of Kurt's boxer briefs and removed it without even asking for permission. Kurt let him do so, though, because he was craving for the same thing right now. For a split second, he thought that nothing good could come out of that, Puck was heavily drunk, he wouldn't do that if he was not. But the thought vanished as soon as Kurt saw Puck grabbing a condom and rolling it on.

So they were really going to do that, they were going to have sex. Kurt had only had sex three times with Blaine and it wasn't at all pleasant for him, but now Puck was above him, placed between his legs and sucking the skin of his neck and Kurt knew it would be awesome. He didn't worry about the stretching, he was already stretched from Blaine and hour and a half earlier. He was beginning to wonder why was Puck doing that when he felt the penetration and couldn't think straight at all. Puck's cock was really huge, much bigger than Blaine's, the mix between pain and pleasure made Kurt want to shout, but he didn't. Instead he passed his arms around Puck's neck to bring him closer for some more kisses. Puck was out of breath as he pounded hard and fast in and out of Kurt and Kurt had a hard time getting along with the rhythm and breathing at the same time. When he felt an income of pleasure he had never felt as Puck's cock met his prostate, Kurt tried to muffle a cry of pleasure by scratching Puck's back the deepest he could. It resulted in Puck crying in pleasure as well, pulling Kurt's hair and letting out groans. Kurt had never experienced something so intense, they were both desperate for something, but Kurt had no idea what. Kurt felt his orgasm coming when Puck bit the skin of his neck with passion.

"Oh my-" Kurt trailed off and Puck pounded even faster. His whole body tensed as he came without a sound, his nails planted on Puck's back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Puck muttered when he came as well, he thrust the hardest he could for several seconds before collapsing on Kurt. Both their stomachs were covered with Kurt's seed but he could not care less, he stayed here, unable to move anyway. Puck moved slightly to reach the condom between their bodies and throw it on the floor but didn't move off of Kurt. Kurt barely noticed though, as he drifted into sleep, Puck's head resting on his shoulder.

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Love you all.

Ant.

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