Story Title: Hidden Agenda
Character/Relationships: Noah Puckerman, Kurt Hummel, Puck/Kurt
Summary: The title says it all.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
A/N: This was written for round two of fox_las on Livejournal.
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Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, feeling the soft, smooth texture of designer fabric over Kurt's slender frame. He pulled Kurt tight against his chest, reveling in the feeling of closeness and comfort. He bumped his chin against Kurt's head.
He inhaled in the floral scent of Kurt's shampoo or hair product, and caught a hint of spiciness that must be Kurt's expensive cologne. As girly as Kurt dresses most of the time, Puck mused, he smells totally like a dude. He allowed himself a moment of silence, of stillness, as Kurt finally relaxed in his arms.
Then, with the help of one of his football buddies, Puck hefted Kurt up in his arms and tossed him in the dumpster. As spluttered insults echoed out of the dumpster, Puck's buddy high-fived him ( When did that start being cool again?) and caught up with another group of jocks across the parking lot, running from the scene of the crime.
Puck peered in the dumpster, ducking quickly as a plastic bottle zoomed through the air where his head had been moments before. He looked back over the side, smirking as Kurt glared up at him and yelled "I hate you Noah Puckerman!" while kicking away a bag that was filled with rotting food and coffee grounds, if he were to judge by the smell.
"Later, Kurt," Puck murmured.
He took off at a trot towards the school building. One day, instead of dumpster-tossing him, Puck would turn Kurt around in his arms and kiss the hell out of him. And since he was such a stud, Kurt would just melt against his body, grasping one of his awesome guns for support, and kiss him back.
Until that day, though, no one would be the wiser.