Gheiss: Alrighty, so I haven't written a fanfiction in years. two to be exact. And right now I'm in love with Puck/Kurt, Puckurt, Purt, Pummel, etc. I decided that reading wasn't enough that I'd have to write my own. So here you go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, otherwise Puck would proclaim his undying love for me every day.
It had taken all of his will to say no to Dalton after he had so willingly jumped on the chance to be there. Kurt frowned as he pressed a button on his phone, the light turning on and the time brightly displayed. 7:24 A.M. it read. He sighed in frustration and sat back on his bed. "Back into the 'Belly of the Beast' I suppose," Kurt said aloud, not really caring that there was no one in his room. He glanced over at his night table, a picture of him and Mercedes laughing sat next to a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses.
He wasn't going back to that school. He felt that a goodbye without saying anything would be best. Only Blaine knew about the decision. Blaine. The guy who'd given him courage and strength when he needed it. He'd fallen in love with the guy, or so he thought, but even he couldn't change Kurt's mind. It was now or never, and his friends needed him.
Kurt stood up and straightened his Louis Vuitton tie to a perfect center position. He sighed quite loudly this time and grabbed his messenger bag and carefully walked up the stairs to his waiting father.
Burt sat at the counter of the kitchen reading the paper with a cup of coffee in his trademark blue jeans, t-shirt, and baseball cap. Black, that's always how Mr. Hummel wanted it, which made it easier for Kurt to not have to hassle for sugar and creamer, not that he minded.
"Morning, Dad," Kurt said, eyeing the nearly empty mug on the counter, in a swift motion, he grabbed the cup and was already pouring the coffee when he finally heard a reply.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Burt said, folding the paper and setting it down on the counter, his eyes searching Kurt for any sign of discomfort.
"I'm sure, Dad."
"Because if you're not, it's not too late to go back to Da-"
"Dad, It was a much needed vacation from McKinley, but I need to go back and help New Directions. They were my family, and the Warblers, no matter how great they are, could ever replace them." Kurt interrupted, confidence radiating throughout his posture.
"Sweetie, you know your father is only trying to watch out for you," A familiar voice came out from behind Kurt. Kurt whipped his head around and saw Carole, his new step-mom, and his ex-crush's mother.
"I know," Kurt said knowingly. That's just how his dad is. He smiled at them both and grabbed his car keys from the rack next to the front door.
"I'll be fine, just trust me on this one. I'll be back in a little bit," Kurt said, and he was out the door before either parent could protest.
Kurt reached his baby and admired the impeccable way it shone in the morning sun. He found his way to the driver's side and climbed in. Starting the ignition gave him a rush of pleasure. He and his car were one. She knew him and he knew her. He tapped his iPod and proceeded to scroll down the playlists until he found his most recent playlist. Lady GaGa's Born This Way followed by other remixes of popular songs. As GaGa started to play, he put his baby in gear and drove off smoothly.
Coasting around the town wasn't on his agenda, he was on a mission. "A Saturday morning mission that required the utmost care. More like, utmost wear." Kurt chuckled to himself at his punny thought.
Finally getting close to his destination, Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mercedes's car parked with no cars next to it. Hard enough finding spots here as it was. Karma was smiling at him.
He pulled in and was approaching the building quickly when he heard a voice calling out for him.
"Kurt! Wait up!" Mercedes yelled out to his left. She was strutting her stuff in some leghugging jeans and a printed tee, and a nice solid purple jacket. Purple was her color.
She caught up to him and they walked into the mall. The racks of clothes seemed never ending. It was time to shop. A few hours and a couple hundred combinations of clothes later and Kurt and Mercedes were found sipping Frappuccinos at Starbucks. Kurt stuck to his Green Tea Frap, just for health food reasons and 'Cedes got a Java Chip. They were giggling over the latest gossip in each other's Glee clubs, when Kurt looked straight at his best friend, a gravely serious wave swept over the two.
"M, I'm coming back," Kurt stated anxious for her reaction.
"What? Seriously?" Mercedes replied as enthusiasm lifted her up as she got up to give him a massive hug. As the hug ended they went back to sitting down and discussing it further.
"Yes, I'm sure of it. Even with Karofsky being a threat every day, I have an obligation to New Directions. Dalton isn't the school I thought it would be. I miss my high fashion ensembles. I lost my place to show them off, even if they were ignored."
"Boy, you don't know how happy we will all be to have you back!"
"I sure hope so. Although, playing second fiddle to Rachel "Superstar" Berry isn't on my list of things that will go on."
"Ha, she ain't got nothing on you."
"You are most certainly right."
They both giggled and continued talking for the rest of the day, finally ending up Kurt coming home to Finn, his step-brother, and his father watching the game on the living room flatscreen. He escaped to his room after announcing his presence. Kurt performed his nightly skincare routine before passing out from shopping exhaustion.
Puck wasn't used to the new order that had arisen in the jungle that they now called Glee Club. With Rachel, now unhindered by Kurt's talents, could reign freely over her unloyal, and resentful classmates, the balance of power was clearly disturbed. He tried to think it was just the way the flow was going, but that wasn't right. Without Kurt to restrain Rachel in her place, chaos took over. Puck had to find a way to restore things to the way they were, so that he could be known as a badass instead of another one of Rachel's puppets.
"If I could get Hummel back to New Directions, I could be made hero in front of everyone for taking Rachel down…" Puck thought to himself, laying in the nurse's office for one of his daily naps.
He decided that tomorrow He'd go to the Hummel residence first thing in the morning and counter Kurt trying to leave for Dalton. As he thought of his devious plan to set Rachel back a few octaves, an undeniable evil smirk crawled across his face.
Alright, so there's the first chapter, I'm working on the second one, and I'll have it up soon. :]] Review please?