A/N: This is my first public fanfiction. I hope you guys like it. I'm trying to work on developing the story and plot. Feedback would be nice.
I don't own Glee.
Kurt stared in his locker mirror, his eyes transfixed on his unruly hair. Now that Blaine attended McKinley, Kurt tried harder than ever to keep his appearance flawless. They had been dating for several months now. They were often spotted around the halls of McKinley holding hands and receiving slushy facials together. Even though they were accepted by the Glee club, not everyone was as open to having a gay couple (besides Brittany and Santana) flaunting around school.
As Kurt fixed his hair with the styling products he kept in his locker, Blaine casually strolled up and stood in front of him.
"Hey there," Blaine smiled up at Kurt.
Kurt, still messing with his hair, nodded in acknowledgement of the boy's presence but did not return the greeting.
Blaine cleared his throat before continuing on.
"So your house tonight, right? The usual time?"
It was now customary for Blaine to join in on the traditional Hummel-Hudson Friday night dinners.
"Obviously." Kurt replied in a bored voice.
Blaine's face twisted at Kurt's unusually dull voice.
"Are you all right?"
Blaine was worried that Kurt was being bullied again. His enrollment at McKinley had sparked some controversy with several groups. The Warblers felt betrayed, and some of the students at McKinley, especially the jocks, felt as if the two boys were trying to "turn the school gay". Outside of the sanctuary of the choir room, Kurt and Blaine often had to field vicious words shouted at them during the school day.
This however, was not Kurt's problem.
"Do you ever feel...?" Kurt paused to try to think of an appropriate word for his feelings. He sighed and then closed his locker.
"Never mind." He plastered a smile onto his face. "My house, of course. Carole is making dinner this week, so it is sure to be lovely... and edible."
"Alright then, can't wait." Blaine leaned upwards to kiss Kurt and the other boy turned his face to the side quickly.
"Not here Blaine, anyone could see."
Blaine looked around, a bewildered look on his face. "Kurt, it's after school. No one's around to see." He sighed anyway and took a step back.
"I guess I'll see you then. Love you."
"You too." Kurt grabbed his bag and turned away, strutting off down the hallway.
Blaine knew something was wrong with Kurt but he didn't want to push it. He figured he was probably stressed and would come around eventually. He shrugged and walked in the opposite direction so he could head home.
Kurt liked to think that Blaine's transfer to McKinley was the reason for their new found closeness. It seemed that he and Blaine were attached at the hip and knew every move the other was going to do. It was so predictable and … boring. That was the word he was searching for earlier with his boyfriend. Kurt felt so bored with his relationship. Before, whenever Blaine was around he was excited but now he just felt like the relationship was monotonous. They followed the same routine every week, over and over again. Kurt thought he would love the comfort that predictability provided, but he had to admit to himself that he wasn't as interested as he used to be.
Kurt sat in his room at his vanity, halfheartedly spreading one of his many moisturizing creams onto his face. His nighttime routine had even become insanely predictable. He sighed at his reflection in the mirror. Tonight's dinner would be a pain to sit through. Blaine would arrive at 6:58 pm, sharp. He would chuckle and say "I hope I'm not late" as Kurt opened the door. Kurt would smile (or fake a smile) and say "Of course not" as he let him on. Blaine would exchange pleasantries with Burt as Carole called down Finn for dinner. They would all sit around the table, one big happy family. Burt, Finn, and Blaine would talk about football or some other sport as Carole and Kurt would discuss the meal or fashion. The conversations would overlap as dessert was served. Burt would try to sneak a second helping before Kurt would catch him. Burt would go up to bed and warn Blaine politely, but seriously, not to try anything with his son under his roof. Blaine would agree and he and Kurt would sit and talk while watching television. True to his word, Blaine would never touch or even make out with Kurt. At first Kurt was happy about that, but now he was slightly disappointed that Blaine never tried to hard to get physical with him. Although the way things were going now, Kurt didn't want to get physical too much with Blaine either.
Looking at the clock which read 6:57, Kurt put one last dab of lotion on his skin before getting up to go and open the door for Blaine who was probably just driving up to the Hummel-Hudson residence.
Kurt headed up his stairs from his basement room and opened up the door, not at all surprised to see Carole putting the finishing touches on the meal that was set up on the dining room table as his father helped to set up the plates. He smiled to himself, happy that his dad finally found love again, even if it wasn't with his mother.
The doorbell rang and Kurt tried to keep the same smile going as he went to go open the door for Blaine. It was getting harder and harder for him to genuinely smile around his boyfriend.
Kurt opened the door.
"I hope I'm not late!" Blaine smiled up at Kurt, ridiculously happy to be spending another evening together with his boyfriend for dinner with his family.
"Of course not." Kurt stepped to the side letting Blaine in.
Both boys walked into the dining room, side by side, cueing Carole to call her own son down for dinner.
Carole smiled; she too was familiar with this routine.
"Finn!" She called out. "Dinner time!" She paused before calling again. "You too Puck!"
Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. He was not expecting for Noah Puckerman to join them for their family dinner night.
"Puck?" he questioned.
"Oh yes sweetie, sorry I forgot to mention it earlier but Puck is spending the night with Finn. It's been so long since he and Finn have really spent some time together, I'm so happy those boys could be friends again."
"That's fine, Carole!" Blaine said, as enthusiastically as ever.
Kurt nodded silently. He knew Puck and Finn had been trying to mend their friendship for a while now. The two boys had been incredibly close before all of the drama that had happened. Still, Kurt was shocked that Puck was going to be joining their meal. He also was quite nervous about it for some reason. He wasn't scared, Puck was someone he considered a friend now, he was no longer one of Kurt's bullies. As a matter of fact, Puck was one of his main defenders now. Kurt just chalked it up to Puck wanting to remain on Finn's good side. His step-brother was protective over him as well, but lately even he could not match up to Puck's defensive skills.
Puck and Finn loudly announced their arrival as they thudded down the stairs, rambling on about, from what Kurt could make out, the awesomeness of Super Mario Brothers.
Rolling his eyes, Kurt sat down at his usual place at the table, in front of Blaine and closer to Carole's head of the table. Burt sat at the other head, between Blaine and Finn. Kurt's throat tightened as he realized that Puck would be sitting in front of him, between Carole and Finn.
As he walked towards the table and sat down, Puck gave Kurt a nod as he said, "Hummel."
He stared at Kurt for a while before Blaine cleared his throat. He quickly looked at the other boy before nodding again and saying, "Blazer boy."
Kurt smirked and said, "Puckerman."
He found it amusing that Puck only referred to him by his last name and insisted on trying out nicknames for Blaine until "he found one that he liked." He had a whole slew of nicknames for most of Kurt's friends, actually, not just Blaine.
Despite Puck being there, dinner went on as usual. The conversation was split; Kurt and Carole talked about the sales that were going on at the mall while Burt, Finn and Puck chatted about the latest news in football.
"I'm telling you Carole, you should definitely go back and exchange the boots for those skirts. They are definitely worth the investment."
"But aren't those boots supposed to be in this season? I need something to keep my feet warm at the football games." Carole looked over to the boys. "Aren't you guys supposed to go to the championship again this year? Shannon was telling me at open house that you all were looking really good."
Finn's face scrunched up, his confused look. "Who is Shannon?"
"She's talking about Coach." Puck replied, rolling his eyes. "We are Carole. Like, really good. Me and Finn are going to pull the team into victory!" Puck high-fived Finn and grinned proudly towards Carole and Kurt.
"Finn and I" Kurt whispered under his breath.
"Huh?" Puck looked over at Kurt with a questioning look on his face. "Are you coming back to kick for us dude? The kicker we have sucks big time. We could really use your kicking and dancing skills this year."
"Unfortunately, I cannot grace the football team with my talent this year. I have much more important things to focus on."
"Like what, your hair?" Puck scoffed.
"Look Hummel, I know you were tripping on your helmet hair but trust me, it didn't look half bad. If it bothers you that much, I can give you a helmet proof style, courtesy of The Puckersaorus." Puck leaned back in his chair, running his hand over his mohawk.
"Oh please, I would rather give up all of my credit cards than have my hair styled in such an atrocious way. You should consider giving it up too. You've had that hideous thing for years now, except for that short bit of time last year. That was the most decent I think I've ever seen you." Kurt gave Puck a snide look as he cut his baked chicken breast menacingly.
"Hey, don't be hatin' on the hawk Hummel. This thing is a chick magnet." Puck grinned mischievously, still leaning backwards on his chair.
"Really? And here I thought you wooed all those girls on your charm alone. I didn't know all they fell for was the mohawk. It makes sense though, your lack of grammar would probably send them running if you talked too much." Kurt raised an eyebrow challengingly.
Puck sat upright. "My charm works fine! I can charm the pants off of any chick in Lima."
"Boys, enough." Burt demanded. He looked from Kurt to Puck before continuing to eat his meal.
Kurt stopped cutting his chicken and glanced over at Puck. He looked upset, but he was smiling. Kurt sat bemused. His little uproar with Puck left him feeling somewhat excited. He hadn't felt this kind of rush in weeks. It was almost as good as getting a solo part in Glee or an amazing deal in the mall. Although admittedly, even those things couldn't rile him up as much as they used to.
Feeling a tug on his cardigan, he glanced over towards Blaine. Oh right, he thought, Blaine.
"Are you okay?" whispered his boyfriend.
"Fine." Kurt whispered back curtly before returning his attention back towards his food.
The rest of dinner went on as usual. Soon, everyone was finished dessert. Burt reached out to grab another slice of pie.
"Don't even think about it, Dad." Kurt raised his eyes at his father.
Burt slouched down in his chair, smiling to himself. "Can't blame a guy for trying." He raised himself out of his chair and yawned.
"If you boys will get the dishes, I think I'm going to head in for tonight. Gotta head to the shop early tomorrow, have a few cars that need a lot of work done to 'em."
Burt walked over towards the stairs.
"Goodnight, Dad."
"Goodnight..." Finn said. After all this time he still wasn't too sure on what to address Burt as.
"Goodnight Mr. Hummel!" Blaine said cheerfully.
"Night, Burt" said Puck, earning him a weird look from both Burt and Finn.
"I'll get the dishes, you boys can go on. Goodnight honey." Carole stood up and began to collect the used plates.
"Keep your hands off my boy under my roof, okay?" Burt said with a smile on his face.
The comment was obviously meant for Blaine, but before he could respond with his usual "Of course, sir", Puck answered instead.
"I'll try."
Everyone in the room immediately glared at Puck.
"I think he was talking to me." Blaine said politely.
"I was, but same goes for you too Puck. Hands to yourself." Burt gave one last look to Blaine and Puck before he shook his head and walked up the stairs.
Carole and Kurt tried not to laugh and Finn looked around, highly confused.
"Dude, why would you touch Kurt? You aren't going to hurt him are you?" Finn assumed that Puck was going to seek revenge on Kurt for the comments that they had exchanged over dinner.
"And mess up his beautiful hair?" mocked Puck. "Naw. If I touch him, he'll get too happy anyways."
"Trust me, your touch will have me puking, not swooning. I'm sure any of your latest conquests would agree." Kurt retorted.
Finn looked from Puck to Kurt then to Blaine who was starting to look just as confused as Finn.
"Let's just go watch a movie Kurt. I'm sure Puck and Finn want to get back to their game." Blaine stood up and he and Kurt started moving towards the living room.
"Actually, I'm kind of tired of beating Finn. What movies are you guys watching?" Puck ran over to Kurt and Blaine.
Finn got up and walked behind them.
"You didn't win all of the games. But I want to watch something too."
"Ya'll aren't going to watch some chick flick are you? Cause the Puckersaurous ain't sitting through that."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he sat down next to Blaine on the couch. "Actually Blaine and I were planning on watching Sweeney Todd. It's next on our list of musical to movie adaptations."
"That's the movie with Johnny Depp cutting those people right?" Puck said crashing on the couch next to Kurt, who instinctively moved closer to Blaine.
"Yes Puck, this is the movie where Johnny Depp, as you so eloquently put it, cut those people." Kurt sighed as he got up and put the movie in. As he got everything set up, he noticed Finn looking at Puck with a puzzled look in his eye. Kurt was glad to see that Puck's antics tonight were not only confusing him, but Finn as well. Although Kurt realized that it didn't take much to confuse Finn, he knew that Finn knew Puck pretty well.
Kurt walked back over to the couch and sat in the middle of Blaine and Puck, feeling rather awkward as the movie started. After a while, he settled down, leaning back into the couch and enjoying the movie. About halfway through the movie, he felt Puck rearranging himself on the couch. Kurt didn't think much of it until it became clear that Puck was shifting himself closer and closer to Kurt. Deciding to ignore Puck, Kurt continued to watch the movie. Then, Puck moved again. This time, he shifted far enough to where his thighs and arms were pressed into Kurt. The sudden contact sent a jolt through Kurt's body. Kurt panicked; here he was sitting on a couch with his boyfriend, who was clearly more into the movie than into touching Kurt, while on the other side of him Puckerman was sending electric shocks through Kurt's body by simply rubbing up against him. Unable to focus on the movie, Kurt tried to come up with a plan. If he coughed and moved at just the right time, he could move his body to where he was no longer in contact with Puck. Perfect.
Just as he decided to enact his plan, Puck moved again. This time his torso turned to where both of his arms where suddenly around Kurt. One arm was skillfully draped over one of Kurt's shoulders while the other lazily rested on Kurt's thigh.
Kurt's mind went into overdrive. His heart rate and breathing quickened and he was sure that his body was going to explode with all of the buzzing that it was suddenly doing. He mentally kicked himself. Here he was sitting on the couch with his boyfriend, while Puck basically cuddled into his body. And he was enjoying it! Was this cheating? Kurt looked over towards Blaine, who was so engrossed into the movie that he didn't notice Puck and Kurt intertwined together.
"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered out as softly as he could. The movie had gotten louder, and Blaine wasn't able to hear Kurt's voice over the sounds.
"Get off of me!" Kurt voice was harsh, even if he was barely audible.
Puck smirked as he slowly withdrew his arms, making sure that Kurt felt his fingers grazing over his body.
Huffing, Kurt turned away. Kurt was glad to be free of the other boys touch….. Wasn't he? His body felt suddenly empty. The rush that he felt during dinner was nothing compared to what he just felt. It was all caused by Puck. Kurt felt confused and ashamed. He shook off those feelings and leaned into Blaine. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt tiredly, as if it were a chore. Kurt expected to feel something magical when he received contact from Blaine, but no feelings came. If fact, he felt uncomfortable, as if Blaine's arm was pulling him down. Kurt sighed and glared at the television. He could no longer enjoy the movie.
As the movie ended, Kurt quickly got up, to get away from both Puck and Blaine. Blaine got up as well and kissed Kurt on the cheek.
"I have to get going Kurt. See you tomorrow. Love you."
"Okay. You too." Kurt had once again deflected from saying the L word to Blaine. The other boy didn't seem to notice however as he waved goodbye to Finn.
"Bye Finn!"
Finn waved dopily back to him, getting up to stretch and yawn, hitting the overhead light in the process.
"Don't I get a goodbye too, Groucho?"
Kurt snickered quietly at Puck's nickname for Blaine, carefully hiding his face from him.
"I assumed you were leaving as well, actually."
"Naw, I'm staying the night remember. Me and Finny D here are having a bro's night."
"Right, of course. Have fun." Blaine looked towards Kurt, as if waiting for something then shook his head and walked off.
Any other night, Kurt would have walked Blaine to the door, prompting Blaine to give him a quick, chaste kiss on the lips before leaving. Nothing too heavy while his father was there was always Blaine's excuse for not pushing the kiss further. Tonight, however, Kurt stayed behind with Finn and Puck.
"Do you want me to get you some milk?" he asked Finn, referring to his nightly ritual of getting Finn a warm glass of milk before heading downstairs to his room.
Once again, Puck cut in and answered.
"Don't mind if you do, Hummel."
"I meant for Finn, Puckerman."
Finn looked around, confused yet again. "I uhh, no. No. I'm good." He blushed and walked towards the door. "Actually I think I'm going to just go back upstairs and play some more. You go ahead to bed Kurt. Thanks though."
Finn started to walk away and then turned around towards Puck.
Puck looked back at Finn.
Finn coughed and stared back at Puck.
"He wants you to go with him Puckerman!" Kurt exclaimed, rolling his eyes at both boys before walking away into the kitchen.
He still wanted a glass of milk for himself. He needed to calm is nerves. Kurt opened the fridge and bent down to get the carton of milk out. He reached into the cabinet for his favorite mug, a big blue ceramic mug that used to belong to his mother. He poured the milk into it and placed it into the microwave. He returned the carton of milk to the refrigerator while his milk heated up.
The microwave beeped just as Puck entered the kitchen.
"This for me he?" Puck asks as he opens the microwave and grabs the blue mug out of it.
"No! Hand that here!" Kurt quickly grabs the mug from Puck and tries to walk out of the kitchen, but Puck is looming in the doorway.
Puck holds up his hands to show that he meant no harm. "Jeeze Hummel, I just wanted a nice warm glass of milk. You didn't have to yell at me. I am a guest here you know." Puck sends Kurt a charming smile that Kurt returns with an icy glare.
"You are Finn's guest, not my own. I suggest you move out of the doorway."
"Or what?" Puck crosses his arms over his chest. "You're going to make me move?" Puck laughs thinking about Kurt trying to overpower him.
"I won't, but I'm sure this steaming milk in your face will persuade you to move." Kurt purses his lips to keep from smiling. He hates to admit it, but these exchanges with Puck give him more joy than he would care to admit.
Puck however, sees Kurt's facial expression as threatening sincerity and quickly moves out of his way.
"Come on Hummel, lighten up. Take a joke dude."
Kurt breezed by Puck, ignoring the shock that went through his body as is arm made contact with Puck's.
He sighed and looked back at Puck as he reached the door that led to his basement.
"It's Kurt, Noah. It's Kurt."