Noah Puckerman was adamant he didn't love Kurt Hummel. But every once in awhile there were things that would happen that would make Puck wonder.
Like, how anytime Kurt felt insecure, he would just adjust his hair and clothes like a barrier against the world. Or the way he would always lick his lips when he got hit by a cherry slushy because cherry was his favorite flavor. Or the way he would subtly mock anything Berry said during practice, even if he thought what she said was a valid point. Or even when he would quietly laugh at the digs Sylvester made to Mr. Schuester's hair.
And then there was the way that, no matter how loudly Kurt would moan his name during sex, whenever he climaxed his whole body would freeze, clamping down on Puck as if he never wanted him to leave. And that was a better feeling then when Puck came himself.
But the warm feeling Kurt's need gave him shouldn't have surprised Puck. Kurt had words of ice on a normal day, but when it was just the two of them... Well, his words were still icy. But they were always cancelled out. Kurt had some kind of seventh sense, next to his sometimes freaky knowledge of what clothes were out of season and when someone dyed their hair, to tell when his words hit a particular nerve in the jock.
Like, when they were at the school dance, and Kurt didn't want to dance in front of everyone else, but rather pulled them to the courtyard. It wasn't like Kurt could be ashamed of him- He was Puckzilla. He reeked sex, and obsession, and passion, and badassery. No one was ashamed of him, even with the nipple ring. But it still felt weird to be hid.
"No, don't look like that. It's not you. Well, I mean... It is you. But it's the fact that you're a guy, not that you're Puck. I'll admit that I kind of like the Puck part of you."
And yeah, Puck didn't really understand why he being a guy mattered, because Kurt was as flamboyantly gay as anyone Puck had ever met and just because he was dancing with a guy didn't make that much of a difference, but Puck didn't care. Because Kurt would blush at his admission of liking, and Puck would imagine all the other ways he could make him blush. And that wasn't perfect, but it was alright.
Nothing about their relationship was perfect. Their friends and families made sure to remind them of that every day. The two boys didn't exactly share sweet words much, but people really didn't like the words they did share. They would cringe and roll their eyes when Kurt insulted Puck's mohawk or Puck took digs at Kurt's crazy hats. But what they don't realize is that Puck would never bring up Kurt's mom or how much he loves his dad, and Kurt would never bring up Puck's dad or how much he loved Beth. And yeah, everyone was shocked when they found out that their sniping didn't stop when they were in private, that the back and forth wasn't just a distasteful show, but Puck didn't really see how it was any of their goddamn business.
"Stop fretting over it, Puck! They are nosy, annoying people whose bothersome actions are not worth our time! I promise, okay? We make each other happy the vast majority of the time, and that's all that freaking matters."
Kurt was really good at putting words together, and usually they were the words that Puck was thinking anyways and just didn't know how to say. So, in a way, Kurt complemented him. Puck knew it didn't make sense- How in the hell would diva, fashionable, prissy Kurt complement Puck with all his guns and muscles? But it worked. Kurt said what he couldn't say, and Puck did what Kurt couldn't do, and together they experienced things- feelings, actions, gestures- that they wouldn't otherwise.
But still… Noah Puckerman was adamant he didn't love Kurt Hummel. But every once in awhile there were things that would happen that would make Puck wonder.
And Puck was just fine with that.