Title: Can't Start A Fire (Without a Spark)
Author: Fatebegins (http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/)
Rating: NC-17 / M
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Purt/Puckurt). Characters: Ryan Atwood, Mike Chang, Finn Hudson, Mercedes Jones, Quinn Fabray..many more.
Summary: Puck is a firefighter and saves Kurt from a burning building, he's instantly drawn to the soprano and knows that somehow, someway, he's going to make him his "wife".
Disclaimer: No Glee don't belong to me or to fatebegins, this history is not mine! But I have permission to post it here! (The original post: http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/16424 .html)
Warning: AU, MPREG.
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It'd been a long night. Puck could feel his muscles protest every movement he made but the elevator was out of order in his apartment building so he had no choice but to take four flights of stairs up to home, sweet home.
There'd been two fires during his 12 hour shift, which was extremely unusual and he was exhausted. Both fires had been caused by negligence. The first one, on Clarkson, had been the result of four twelve and eleven year olds trying out cigarettes. Apparently one of the kids, Joseph Midge, had thought he'd heard his mother approaching and had panicked, throwing the cigarette down onto his carpet and not putting it out effectively. The second fire, on the corner of Bridleway, was caused by a microwave oven. The thing had combusted into flames, taking half the house with it. That job had been hard, a little girl had been trapped behind the kitchen in the den and by the time they had broken through to reach her, she had been unconscious. Carrying her small body out, seeing the blistered flesh and knowing how much pain she was going to be in, weighed down heavily on Puck's shoulders.
He opened his apartment door with a sigh. The place was empty and silent, exactly what he had been longing for an hour ago but now, now he wasn't so sure. Wondering if any of the guys would be up for a drink, Puck impulsively sent out a mass text. Sure enough his phone rang not even two minutes later.
"Hey bastard, so you want to get wasted?" From the sound of his friend's voice it seemed like he was already well on his way.
"Just need to chill out."
"Tough day?"
He thought of the little girls screams and then the silence, " Yea… guess you could say that. Where is everyone tonight?"
"There's a new dance spot , just opened up on 25th. Called the Glitter Bomb."
"Dance club? Glitter bomb? That sounds a little too fucking gay man, even for me." Puck hesitated, he wasn't really in the mood, "Besides dancing dude…I don't know.."
"The bartender makes like the best buttery nipples, fuck it if you can't dance Puck." There was a clatter and he could hear Mike talking to someone on the other end of the line.
"Mike?"
"Just come down man, it'll be great."
The line went dead and Puck stared at the phone. He really, really didn't want to go fucking dancing of all things tonight. But did he want to stay here? No. He glanced around his vacant apartment critically, he definitely did not want to stay here, in the silence where everything could come rushing back. Mike was right. He needed to let go and if he was lucky maybe someone would catch his eye.
Nothing was better after a long, hard shift than fucking some nameless stranger into the mattress.
Mind made up, Puck headed to the shower.
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Kurt looked around the bar, sparing a look of distaste for a short man, when he offered to buy him a drink. He was really tired of strangers trying to ply him with alcohol . He just came to dance and have a good time, catch up with the girls.
Britney came sashaying up to him, laughing with excitement, " Kurt, you would not believe, the hottest guy just asked me to dance with him." She gushed. Kurt loved her but girl could not hold her liquor. It was obvious by the pink flush in her face.
"Alright..." Kurt trailed off waiting for her to finish her story but Britney just continued to smile vacuously. Ugh. Kurt was impatient, " So did you?"
"Did I what?" Britney asked, smoothing down her black shorts, "These things keep riding up!"
"Dance with him!"
Britney frowned, " No, I came here to tell you about it!" Her face fell, "Shit!" She realized what she had done, " I'll be right back Kurt!" and she was off.
Mercedes and Quinn came back from the bathroom at that moment so Kurt was saved from avoiding middle aged guy with a tongue ring's leers.
"Good! Dance posse assembled." Kurt announced, draining the rest of his cranberry and vodka, "Let's go! Dance floor, now."
Mercedes laughed already half way there but Quinn held back, looking around distastefully, "Kurt!" she whispered fervently,
"Can't we just go to a coffee shop, you know, like normal people. We can't even talk here. This music is too loud!"
"It's Lady GaGa. No such thing as too loud!" Kurt replied
"Ku-URT!" Quinn crossed her hands over her chest irritated. She looked like a librarian, a young librarian but definitely looked like someone who hung out in moldy book stacks all day. "When you said you wanted to get together, I assumed your tastes were above 'The Glitter Bomb.'"
Kurt pursed his lips, Quinn was such a buzz kill. All of a sudden a siren call buzzed through the sound booth. The DJ announced it was the 5th hour and the glitter bomb dropped. Millions of sparkling reflective pieces rained down on the crowd. Quinn shrieked, frantically attempting to cover her blonde locks with her purse and Kurt laughed,taking advantage of her preoccupation to finally slither off to Mercedes on the dance floor. She was already dancing her ass off and pulled him in as he got closer.
Kurt grinned, moving to the heavy bass as David Guetta's Sexy Bitch blared through the club. He could feel the music flow through him, his hips moving and swaying on beat. He didn't even mind when he could feel several pairs of eyes on him, but he kept his firmly shut only opening them when Mercedes spun them around. Round face smiling, glitter all over her hair and ensemble and oh shit it was going to be a bitch to wash out, Kurt thought, if he was even half as covered as she was.
He felt a hand moved around his waist boldly, " Step off jerk" Kurt snapped, hands automatically reaching to slap the offending man away.
The tall man backed away, his friendly smile still in place, "Sorry didn't mean anything by it. Just wanted to dance."
Kurt eyed him sharply, taking in the Abercrombie tshirt and relaxed fit Levis. Fucking frat boy, "Well, I want to dance too. Alone." He added pointedly
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"Puck! Over here!" Mike called, ushering his friend into the crowded booth. Puck ambled over calling out greetings to the people he recognized. "You are just in time to see Hudson get shut down by this pretty princess."
Puck sat down in the empty space next to Mike and followed his gaze to the floor. Sure enough Finn was standing there, looking bewildered but he couldn't see who his friend was talking to.
"No fucking way." Puck drawled sarcastically, "Hudson, getting his ass handed to him, say it ain't so." Puck laughed, " Guy has zero game, I'm not surprised."
Mike grinned, knocking Finn good naturedly as he came back into the booth, " Hudson? What went wrong bro?"
The tall man flushed, " Fucking Queen of the world is apparently to good for anyone."
"Or just too good for you!" Puck quipped.
"Oh guys, this is Britney!" Mike slung an arm over a pretty if not boring looking blonde in a pink shirt, " Brit, this is Finn and Puck."
"Hi guys!" She seemed really excited, Puck thought dryly, waving her arms and grinning like meeting them was fulfilling a life dream.
Puck nodded at her then turned back to Finn easily, " Maybe it's not that he thinks he's too good for anyone, it's just that he's too good for your overgrown ass!"
Finn shrugged, " Guy was like a fucking chick anyway. If I wanted a chick, I'd bag some girl. Easy."
Puck ruffled his hair, taking an elbow to his stomach for his efforts, " Aw Finn, don't worry it's not you , it's him."
"Fucking bastard." Finn took a long pull from his beer, "What are you doing here anyway? Didn't you have a shift?"
"Yea." Puck responded, signaling the bartender over, "Two corona's sweetheart." The girl looked miffed by his endearment but nodded in agreement, " Felt like hanging out."
Finn nodded, "Glad you came out. Mike's been on this Britney chick's shit since we got here." Finn visibly perked up, nudging Puck's side under the table, " Well fuck me, knew this guy was playing hard to get…incoming." Finn smoothed his hair nonchalantly and Puck rolled his eyes, moving to get a better look at this guy. And…
Holy Shit. The guy was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Hips swinging seductively in tight dark blue jeans and glistening chest visible through the nearly sheer white shirt he wore, Hudson's mystery guy was way too good for him. The guy came to a halt at the end of their booth and Puck gulped, just noticing that he was flanked by a curvy black girl who was attractive enough and an icy looking blonde.
"Britney!" The mystery guy screeched and Britney's head, which was currently occupied seeing as she was making out with Mike, snapped around so fast it looked like it was spinning. His voice, even when he was sqwaking, was sweet. Puck watched the other man intently. A clear soprano that traveled straight through Puck, turning him on.
Mystery guy smirked, hands on his very, very fine hips Puck observed before mystery guy spoke again, " We're leaving remember? So tell the random hook up goodbye."
Mike looked taken aback, but plastered on a friendly smile anyway, " Hey I'm-"
The guy held up his hand, effectively silencing Mike, " Random Hook up Guy." He supplied acridly, " Yea I know." With that he grasped the blonde girls wrist, yanking her out of the booth, "Lets go, chop chop. Remember, we promised Quinn we'd get coffee."
Britney hurried along and mouthed call me to Mike, before she disappeared through the sea of gyrating bodies.
Puck took a long drink of his beer, letting the cold liquid douse the heat in his stomach. That guy had been fiery.
"What. A. Bitch." Mike echoed
"Prissy Bitch, nice ass though..." Hudson added dryly and why did Puck suddenly want to choke his best friend to death at that comment? "But still a bitch."
"He took away the only girl I ever loved." Hm. Mike had obviously had too much to drink.
Puck thought about the guy's mouth, red and full, he bet it was soft, looked like the guy was wearing lips gloss too, the way his mouth had gleamed almost obscenely in the low lights. Gorgeous eyes, bright blue and wide, dark lashes complimenting them perfectly, his dark hair tousled over his right ear. He could imagine leaving his mark all over that white composed neck.
"Biiiiiitch." Mike bewailed this fact into his empty glass.
Puck had a flashback to said gorgeous guy giving Mike the hand.
Okay maybe a bitch.
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"Go fish"
"Go fuck yourself, you better not be withholding cards Pucker!" Sue Sylvester was obviously a woman who took her card games seriously.
"I have no three's Sue." Puck was bored. It'd been a slow night, he'd dozed for awhile but was too restless to really sleep. When he did start to slip into that dream world he would imagine the hot guy from Glitter Bomb and go from zero to diamond hard in about four seconds, which, if he was at home would be okay but he was in the barracks surrounded by men... and one Sue Sylvester. Puck wasn't quite sure what she was.
After waking up to Sylvester's disgusted look for the fourth time, Puck gave up on napping all together and instead volunteered to play cards with the seasoned firefighter. He should have known it would come to this.
"Show me your cards Pucker." Her face was harsh.
"We're not playing for money. Chill the fuck out."
Lopez walked in, strolled by Puck then stopped, " Oh yea Sylvester, this kid definitely has three's."
Her brow shot up, mouth curled into a snarl, Sue Sylvester leaned across the scarred table, forehead almost touching Puck's, " You hustling me, punk ass?"
"For gods sake, how could I hustle you when we're not even playing for money!" He threw his cards down, "Here, here!" He motioned, " No fucking threes."
Lopez erupted in laughter and Sue just shrugged, "Wanna play another hand? You ruined this one by showing me all your cards."
"Fuck no!" Puck got up from the table, grabbed a swiftly retreating Lopez, " Sit. You play." The Hispanic man's face showed mild panic and he smiled, " I'm going to go…"He couldn't think of anything he could possibly be doing, fuck i t. "I'm going to be over there with Schuster, you know, the sane one."
"Pussy." Sylvester taunted from behind him.
Halfway across the room the alarm sounded. Suddenly bodies that were lax before went into overdrive, equipment was donned in record time and within seconds the last man was sliding down the pole and boarding the emergency vehicle. Sirens blaring Puck listened to the dispatch, " Electrical fire, 34 Clark , one resident, over."
When they arrived the fire was blazing. Smoke poured liberally from the windows, shocked neighbors camped outside of the town house staring up at the licking flames. They hit the ground running before the vehicle even came to a full stop.
Captain Hotch motioned Puck forward, " Puckerman you and Lopez are in. Check the perimeter, passes, report back!" He barked and before Puck even knew it he was storming the front steps after the door had been rammed down by Sylvester and other unit focusing on battling the flames while containing the fire.
The front hall was flooded with smoke and Puck was grateful for his self contained breathing apparatus, testing the steps he climbed up slowly, searching out any weak spots, Lopez followed. He could hear the screams of the trapped man and Puck moved determinedly. The upstairs hall way was ablaze, and he could see a figure huddled against the floor, body racked with coughs, the cries for help dwindling. He tried to call out, stomp, do anything to gain his attention but the man didn't move.
"Puckerman, second floor. Male located, trapped behind fallen beam. Over"
"Can you get through, over" Hotch's voice floated back to him through the radio.
Puck considered the risk, the hallway could have burned through to it's foundation, he could fall through to the ground floor. Lopez was staring back at him, only his brown eyes visible through his mask. Puck wasn't sure what to do and he had about ten seconds to make a decision. The man on the floor rolled over and Puck could dimly make out his face.
It was hot guy! Hot bitchy guy was on the floor barely conscious, his only exit blocked by a burning beam. He knew what he had to do. "Accessible, over". Puck motioned to Lopez to stay behind him and removed his hand axe. The heat was penetrating through his resistant suit now and he could feel it curl around him but he didn't stop hacking at the beam until finally, when it was sufficiently weakened he kicked his heavy booted foot through it. The wood collapsed and Puck ran thorough in a flash, knowing they didn't have enough time, he hurriedly lifted the unconscious man into his arms, wrapping his exposed legs in the fire blanket and carried him through the hall, Lopez ahead of him shouldering most of the damage from flying sparks and debris.
"Holy Fuck!" Lopez cried, "Puckerman haul ass, the stairs are going to cave!" The Hispanic man was studying the flames gravely, the fire in the hallway had weakened the supporting beams, any minute they could- Puck crossed over just as a thunderous crash sounded behind him. The rails had collapsed rendering the recently cleared path into a sea of fire.
Stumbling into the cool night air, Puck handed over the victim to the waiting medics, ripping off his helmet and taking in deep breaths. Lopez came up behind him, clapping his back roughly, "Man, I thought that was it for you."
Puck nodded, eyes still looking into the town house, watching the strong sprays of water battling the flames. " Me too" He rasped.
"Don't ever do shit like that again Puckerman." Lopez said quietly, " That was a fucking dumb ass call! You and I both know it."
Puck looked away guiltily, he could tell that he had scared Lopez, " I'm sorry man, but listen…I know the guy."
"Know the guy?" Lopez paused, " From where?"
Puck couldn't answer, knowing it would piss off Lopez. The man had lost a good friend of his three months prior, Donahue. He'd made a bad call and had been trapped underneath burning debris. By the time they had found him, he'd been unrecognizable. His suit having been torn during the fall, exposing his flesh to the hungry fire.
"Well, what's his name?" Lopez demanded once more. Catching Puck's guilty expression, " You don't even know this guy do you?"
"I do! Just-" Puck gulped, walking toward the fire truck, setting down his helmet, "Saw him at a club and -"
"Fuck YOU Puckerman. That could've been both our asses." Lopez shoved him, hard against the side of the truck, " I'll report you fucking sit here and moon over some guy you don't know."
Puck sighed, feeling like an ass but how could he explain why he had made that call? He could hardly explain it to himself. There was just something about the other man. Almost like Puck was meant to run into him, meet him. It was stupid, real stupid. Noah Puckerman wasn't some softy romantic idiot who believed in fate and destiny and unicorns….but this guy, it was like he needed to know him, find out more about him.
What were the odds of them meeting again in a town this size? What was the likelihood that Puck had been the one on duty and the first two man shift into the burning residence; one in a million. Puck glanced over at Lopez, noting the older man's tense shoulders as he spoke to Sgt. Hotch, he wasn't sorry he'd made that call. Faced with the choice of letting the man lay trapped, possibly being burned alive while the second unit went around the back and risking his safety to get him immediately… well, waiting wasn't an option.
He heard a loud cough and turned around. The gorgeous guy was awake and wrapped in a blanket, answering the medics questions in a monotone voice and staring dismally at his smoldering home, blue eyes soulful.
Now was as good a time as any, and it helped that he had just save this guy's ass. Maybe that would endear him? The smaller man looked up when he cleared his throat in front of him.
"Hey, are you alright?" Puck asked, " You inhaled a good deal of smoke." The guy glanced at Puck suspiciously and he continued speaking. He gestured to his suit, just in case the guy was oblivious "I'm a firefighter, Puck. I'm the one who-"
"What kind of a name is Puck?" The guy spat out and he reminded Puck of a kitten, with claws, but cute and cuddly nonetheless.
"It's actually Noah Puckerman but everyone's called me Puck since high school."
"Well, we're not in high school anymore, are we!" The guys snapped, pulling his blanket closer. Puck was taken aback, cause hey just saved your life here guy, but didn't say anything. In truth, and his friends would be shocked, he was speechless. For the first time in his twenty six years, he had no witty retort or biting comment to dish back out. Hot guy was affecting his brain cells and okay, maybe Mike and Finn were right, hot guy was kind of a bitch.
The smaller man closed his eyes and when they opened again, they were filled with tears, "Sorry…I'm not usually… I'm just sorry." Hot guy sniffed, "I'm Kurt."
Kurt, Puck mused, cute name, the names of those hot little bodied men who looked like teenagers in porn. Definitely suited this guy. "It's alright Kurt. You've been through a recent trauma-"
"PUCKERMAN!" Sylvester's shrill voice barked. " Sgt. Hotch want you to report ASAP. That means step away from the twink and move your ass!" He saw a woman, one of the neighbors, curlers in her hair and bathrobe cinched tight, shake her head in disapproval. Fucking Sue.
Hot guy, no Kurt,Puck corrected himself, looked affronted at being called a twink, " Why in the world would-"
"I know, total bitch but she's just like that. Part werewolf so you know, with the full moon and all..."
Kurt smiled faintly, "I'm really glad you were here tonight. I would've probably…" He shuddered. " Just thank you. How can I ever repay you?"
Puck considered the appropriateness of him replying with a sleazy Let me buy you a drink. Then decided against it, "Could I... could I possibly take a rain check-?"
Kurt looked up at him from underneath his thick lashes, a bewildered look crossing his delicate features. So maybe his response was still a tad suggestive. Kurt had probably expected him to say he was just 'doing his job'. But damn it, he needed to get to know Kurt one way or another so he would cross that ethical line.
"Kurt!" A deep voice suddenly boomed from behind Puck and he turned just in time to see an attractive blond man rush past him and throw his arms around Kurt. It was like a transformation. The hard skepticism faded from Kurt's features and softened leaving him looking even more vulnerable and young. The two continued to hug tightly and Puck felt uncomfortable. He hadn't even considered the possibility that Kurt was taken. Destiny didn't work like that. Fate didn't drop the perfect guy into your lap only to snatch him back up and give him to someone else, right?
It looked like fate was a cruel bitch. Puck watched as the blonde guy, who fuckshitdamn it to hell, was incredibly hot, all sandy longish hair and light blue eyes, tucked Kurt under his chin. Kurt was crying silently now, guess his ordeal had finally caught up to him, his wet , flushed face buried in the crook of the other guys neck.
Finally blonde guy looked at Puck, gratitude in his eyes, " Hey man, I'm Ryan Atwood…. Just, wow, when I heard… thank you." After pumping Puck's hand in a friendly shake, he turned and looked at the smoking remnants of the house , " Holy shit, Kurt what the hell happened?"
Kurt shook his head, still refusing to detach himself from the other man.
"Electrical fire." Puck said flatly
"Good thing you guys got here so quick yeah?" His eyes surveyed the damage and then he looked back down at Kurt, " Thank you for getting him out, you have no idea what it means to me-"
"Just doing my job." Puck replied curtly, then spun on his heel. He had better things to do then watch brooding Atwood smother Kurt. He was late for the ass whooping Sgt Hotch no doubt had planned for him.
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