"Hey Babe?" Kurt looked up from editing his fashion article and smiled softly at his husband.

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember our first date?" The tenor giggled, nodding.

"Of course."

"It was terrible, wasn't it?"

"It wasn't all that bad." His husband gave him a knowing look and he giggled again.

"It wasn't terrible, it just started off a little awkward but it was enjoyable." Kurt smiled softly, returning to his article although his mind was now back to one fateful day at McKinley High.

The tenor huffed as he read over his sheet music. He had no idea why Rachel wanted to sing Thinking of You by Katy Perry with him. He was extremely frustrated; this song was too low for his range, didn't Rachel realize that?

"Kurt?" His head snapped up, his face holding hints of agitation as he attempted to remain calm.

"What?" He looked back at his sheet music, sighing roughly.

"Would you like to go out sometime?" The tenor raised an eyebrow as he raised his head. Did he hear that right?

"What?" The other chuckled.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime?" Kurt blushed lightly.

"I, uhm… Like-Like a date?"

"Not like a date, a real date." He shook his head to regain his composure.

"Puck, you're straight." He reminded as if Noah Puckerman was suffering from amnesia and had to be reminded of who he was.

"As far as you know." He winked and Kurt furrowed his brow.

"You're gay?" Puck laughed, shaking his head while Kurt rolled his eyes.

"No way, I love pussy way too much to be gay. It's just that I'm not opposed to getting off with another cock." The tenor tilted his head. "It means I'm bi."

"I know what it means!" Kurt huffed. "Why should I… go out with you? He blushed a little, quickly ducking his head to hide it as he pretended to look over his sheet music.

"Because I'm asking you like a gentleman instead of just kidnapping you to take you out." Puck chuckled. The tenor sighed, putting his papers away.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Saturday at six I'll pick you up, okay?" Kurt nodded and Puck smiled before starting to leave.

"Puck." The mentioned turned at his name, halfway out of the choir room, and nodded for him to continue. "Don't screw this up; this is the only chance I'm going to give you."

"I won't." He smiled before leaving. Kurt stood at the piano a moment, trying to figure out why he had given Puck a chance, before grabbing his things and heading home.

Suddenly it was Saturday and Kurt was struggling to figure out what to wear. He wasn't sure why, but he was nervous to be going out with Puck. The former bully had apologized for his previous treatment of the tenor, who forgave him, but he still didn't consider them friends; maybe acquaintances but certainly not friends. He would never admit it to anyone, not even Mercedes, but he did find Puck to be extremely good looking; a hot body, a dazzling smile and a certain charm had Kurt practically falling over himself sometimes but he always managed to keep himself composed.

He sighed as he looked himself over in his full length mirror. His dark wash jeans hugged all the right places tightly but not too tightly and his black long-sleeved shirt was one size too big so it flowed around him without looking like he was swimming it in. He slipped into his boots and jumped a mile when the doorbell rang. He practically fell down the stairs but still didn't reach the door before his father did. Burt raised an eyebrow at Puck, who looked absolutely terrified.

"Puckerman?"

"Hi Mr. Hummel." Puck was so glad his voice didn't come out as squeaky as he thought it was going to. "Is Kurt here?" The tenor quickly squeezed past his dad to stand in-between the two, hoping that his presence would murder the awkward air surrounding them.

"Hi Puck, ready?" He smiled brightly and nervously before turning to his dad. "I'm going out with Puck tonight." Burt's soft gaze turned icy as it switched from Kurt to Puck.

"Hurt my boy and I hurt you, got it?" Puck nodded, unable to speak. Kurt grabbed Puck's wrist before his father could threaten him anymore and practically dragged the former bully to his truck. They hopped in and Puck quickly pulled out of the driveway.

"Sorry, he got to the door before I did." Kurt smiled apologetically while tying up his boots. Puck had managed to regain his composure but there was still a hint of fear in his voice.

"No problem, I wasn't scared or anything." The tenor giggled.

"You looked like a deer in headlights."

"Well… I felt like one." Another soft giggle and it was comfortably silent after that. They pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater and exited the truck.

"What are we seeing?"

"Whatever you want." Puck smiled a true smile that Kurt rarely saw, and took a step closer to his date. Kurt blushed lightly.

"Okay, well…" He scanned the selection of movies, hoping to find something both he and Puck would enjoy. He smirked when he found a title he was sure would surprise Puck. "Let's see Fast 5." The former bully tilted his head.

"You know that's a car movie, right?"

"You know my dad owns a car garage, right?" He shook his head with a smile. "Come on, cars for both of us, hot chicks for you and hot guys for me." Puck chuckled and paid for their tickets before heading inside and getting a large popcorn and two drinks. They plopped down in the middle of the very last row of the theater, silently eating the popcorn while waiting for the movie to start.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why me?" His nails suddenly because very interesting as he waited for Puck to answer.

"Have you seen yourself? You're freaking hot." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"This is just to get into my pants, isn't it?"

"Nope." He searched his former tormentor's face for any hint of a lie but, surprisingly, he couldn't find anything but sincerity. "Look, I know we're not exactly friends and all that shit but I really do care about you and I think it'd be nice to try and get to know each other better. Like you said, it wouldn't hurt." Kurt nodded. Before he could say anything else, the theater lights dimmed for the previews to start. Neither paid much attention, opting to make fun of the typical elements found in previews before becoming dead silent as the movie started.

Kurt was fully enjoying watching Vin Diesel and Paul Walker while Puck kept himself from drooling over Jordana Brewster and Gal Gadot. Both were on the edge of their seats during the driving scenes as if sitting closer to the screen would cause it to suck them into the movie. During a particularly uninteresting part, the two sat back, eating their popcorn, when their hands accidentally collided in the bucket. Kurt blushed, pulling his hand away immediately while Puck just chuckled quietly. Their hands accidentally met two more times but in the last collision Puck wouldn't allow Kurt to pull his hand away, quickly grabbing it and interlocking their fingers. The tenor blushed brightly but allowed his hand to be held. They sat like that through the rest of the movie and Kurt turned to Puck when the credits started to roll.

"That was, uhm…" He looked down at their hands, smiling softly. "That was nice." Puck nodding, smiling as well.

"Yeah, it was." He stood up, pulling Kurt up with him. "Let's get you home before your dad decides I need to have a meeting with his shotgun." The tenor giggled, allowing Puck to lead him out of the theater and to the truck. The ride back to the Hummel-Hudson residence was comfortably quiet like on the way to the theater. Puck pulled into the driveway and shut off the truck but neither made a move to get out.

"So, thanks. This was nice." Kurt smiled softly, a light blush dusted over his cheeks.

"Would you opposed to a second date?" Puck's hopeful smile made Kurt giggle.

"Well since this one went surprisingly well I guess I could survive a second one." Puck punched the air triumphantly before realizing what he had just done and running a hand coolly over his Mohawk.

"Awesome, so, uhm, next week?" Kurt nodded.

"Next week." A smile graced Puck's face and he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the tenor's cheek.

"Goodnight, Princess."

"G-Goodnight, Puck."

"Princess? Kurt? Hummel!" The tenor jumped out of his thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm listening." Puck chuckled, kissing Kurt's forehead softly.

"I think you've been working too hard. Let's go to bed." Kurt happily followed his husband to their room, wasting no time jumping onto the bed and burrowing under the covers. Puck crawled into bed next to him and pulled his close. "Goodnight, Princess."

"Goodnight, Noah."

A/N: This story can potentially have two or three more parts but I'm stopping here for now.