I don't know how many there will be in total. But anyway, each chapter is a complete story. You can tell me what scenes turning around secondary characters from The Rose and The Fox you think are missing and I'll do my best to write them.
This first chapter is a birthday gift (a little late I know but I had to write it) for my twin Nanou. And I also took advantage to slip a small tribute to Lou Reed who has just left us.
Happy birthday Nanou. I hope you enjoy your gift. That respond well to your perverse desires. No, don't deny it; thou art as much as me.
Maybe I should put a warning for this chapter. It could well be considered PWP. I don't know. In any case, M rating is deserved for this chapter. Widely.
Puck and Kurt were installed on Kurt's bed, sat next to each other, leaning against the headboard. It was the end of June; Kurt had his summer free and had returned to spend time with family in Lima. Puck was visiting also in their small town in Ohio and had made a visit to the family of his best friend. And finally, the two young men had found themselves talking in Kurt's room who had confessed his recent breakup with Adam.
"Why? Why is everything always falling apart around me like that?"
"I don't know Kurt. Maybe we all have like a big counter for what should go wrong in our lives and once the counter is at zero, only good things happen. Tell yourself that yours is well under now."
"Puck, your reasoning will always amaze me." Kurt said, laughing.
"I rather see you like this. I love hearing you laugh."
"I miss him." Kurt said serious again.
"Who? Blaine, Finn or Adam?"
"I ... uh ... All three actually, I think. It seems different with Adam but I miss him too."
"What's different?"
"I hadn't opened my heart to him completely as with Blaine and it's far less definitive than Finn. But it was still nice to have someone to talk to, to take in my arms. He made me laugh. And sex with him it was good. Not like with Blaine of course, but he was gentle, tender. I felt I was ... important to him."
"Sex? Seriously Kurt?"
"What? Don't act as if it was bothering you to talk about it."
"You know me; I have no problem with that. What amazes me is that you talk about it like that. Guess it changed you taking a cock up in your ass."
"Noah!" Kurt said indignantly. "That's not it. Okay, technically, it's like that but it's not just mechanics."
"How would I know?"
"I don't know. You really never had any feeling for any of the girls you slept with?"
"Only one. She changed my life and I changed hers forever. We are bound now."
"Quinn?" Kurt asked softly.
Puck nodded, his eyes shining with tears. Kurt moved closer to him and hugged him. Puck nestled his head in Kurt's neck and pressed against him.
"You smell good." Puck muttered as Kurt stroked his back.
"Armani."
"What?"
"My aftershave. It's Armani."
"It's really Armani or you have watched a little too much Teen Wolf?"
"You don't have the right to make fun if you recognized the reference."
"Okay, I recognized the reference."
The two boys tightened a little more against each other and Puck felt Kurt's half hard cock against his thigh.
"Sorry about that." Kurt mumbled drawing back his hips.
Puck pressed his lips against Kurt's neck and gently sucked the skin.
"Puck ... what are you doing?"
"Shh, let yourself go babe." Puck whispered against his skin, rolling him on his back before resuming sucking Kurt's neck.
"Every ... body ... will see the mark." Kurt protested but letting him do anyway.
"You'll only have to say that Adam did it before you came here."
While continuing to leave his mark in the neck of the New Yorker, Puck slipped a hand between them to cup it around the bulge in the pants of Kurt who couldn't stop his hips from rising up, seeking for a little more friction.
Puck gently stroked him through his pants that quickly became very uncomfortable because they were already very tight in normal times. Lying next to Kurt, sliding his lips along his neck, Puck slid his fingers up to the button of his lover's jeans.
"Can I?" he asked in a whisper against Kurt's ear.
"Yes. Please, yes." Kurt almost screamed.
Puck suppressed a chuckle and slowly unbuttoned the jeans before slipping his hand inside. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as Puck uttered a grunt of excitement realizing that Kurt wasn't wearing any underwear. He slid his hand along the taut cock, pressing hard because of the tightness of the pants.
"Fuck, Puck." Kurt exclaimed.
"You like it babe?" Puck asked against his neck.
"Yes. Oh yes. Keep going please."
"I ... I can lower your pants a little?"
Kurt nodded and lifted his hips to let Puck get his jeans under his buttocks, releasing his cock.
"Fuck, Kurt, your cock is beautiful." Puck breathed enclosing it with his fingers, squeezing experimentally.
The small groan of pleasure that escaped from Kurt's lips went straight to the crotch of the pool cleaner who felt himself getting hard in his pants. He gave a little jerk against the mattress, getting some friction on his cock.
He slid his thumb against the sensitive head, his fingers surrounding Kurt's dick. Kurt gave a little jerk, forcing Puck's fist to go back and forth on his cock. Puck took that as a cue and began to slowly stroke Kurt's cock.
The throaty noises Kurt was emitting under the effect of pleasure aroused Puck more.
"Oh Puck, oh yes, like that, feels good."
"You like that babe? You gonna come?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Harder. Oh yes." Kurt was crying, planting his fingers into Puck's shoulders.
"You turn me on Kurt." Puck whispered, accelerating his movements.
Kurt fell silent when he came, his mouth forming an O as he was breathing heavily. Puck followed him shortly after, marveling at Kurt's face bathed in pleasure. They gradually caught their breath.
"I can't believe I just had sex with you." Kurt whispered.
"I can't believe I just came in my pants." Puck said laughing.
Kurt grabbed some tissues on his nightstand to wipe what he could on himself and gave one to Puck.
"Thank you."
"You regret?" Kurt asked.
"No? And you?"
"No."
"So ... what do we do now?"
"I don't know." Kurt said, getting up of bed to go to his closet.
He took off his jeans and replaced them by black sweatpants. He took off his shirt now stained and threw it into his basket dirty laundry keeping his white tank top. He turned to Puck and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I don't want to commit myself in a relationship now. I just broke up from Adam, I haven't moved on yet. I don't even think I really moved on from Blaine."
"You'll never move on from Blaine. We all know that. You're meant for each other. There will necessarily be a time when you'll end up back together and you'll make lots of gay babies together."
"You know Puck; I remind you that you just had sex with a man. I think you're part of the club now."
"You don't really need to remind me, I have evidence in my pants, it's not particularly pleasant."
"You can take a shower if you want." Kurt said, pointing to the door of the adjoining bathroom. "I'm going to see if my father has clothes that you can borrow. There are towels in the cabinet on the right."
Puck took a quick shower and dried off, a small knock sounded at the door.
"Noah, can I come in?"
"Yes babe." Puck replied, without bothering to cover with a towel.
"I've found clo ... Oh, oh, sorry, I ... since you told me that I could come in..." Kurt stammered, covering his eyes while laying blindly the clothes on the edge of the sink.
"You're too cute. We just had sex together and you're embarrassed to see me naked?"
"I ... Yes, okay, you have a point."
"Kurt?" Puck stopped him as he was about to leave, making him turn around with a hand on his wrist. "I'll never take Blaine's place, but for now, he's not available and you need comfort. We could just…"
"No Puck, I told you…"
"I know; no serious relationship, no commitment. Just two friends who are there for each other and have good times together occasionally."
Puck ran a finger under chin Kurt's to lift slightly and bent to kiss him. Kurt indulged and kissed back.
"Until you go back to New York. And I go back to LA."
"OK. "Kurt said, nodding." Get dressed, it's time for video games. I set the game up."
"If it does you good to have your ass kicked."
"In your dreams Puck." Kurt said turning back to his room.
Puck put on the jeans that Kurt had brought to him, took back the belt on his pants to adjust somehow the pants slightly too large for him. He put the plaid shirt without bothering to button it.
They sat side by side before the game and as always, Kurt won every game. With his natural delicacy, his taste for fashion and musicals, nobody thought that Kurt was good at video games. Finn had found out quite by accident and as he didn't really know how to keep a secret, Puck had quickly been informed. And Kurt had kept the two athletes in check since then.
"I know we said 'until I go back to New York' but ... the next time I go to New York, is in three days, to go with David and Sebastian to the airport ... so ..."
"Let's say until the end of the summer. I'll go with you to New York with the lovers." Kurt let out a small laugh. "What? I said something stupid? "
"No. It's just ... It's still weird to me to call them lovers. They're so not assorted in appearance."
"In appearance only. I'm not a big fan of this Sebastian but somehow it looks like he's good for Dave."
"I think so. So, they sleep here the night before we leave ... You want to come too?"
"I'm counting on it. You know what we should do? We should have a video game marathon. Sam hasn't yet returned home, right? And we invite Artie; he hasn't yet gone to college."
"Sounds like a plan."
Two days later, the six friends piled into Kurt's room around video games. They hadn't planned to talk about their arrangement, but they didn't have either decided not to talk about it if the opportunity presented itself.
"Kurt, I'd really never thought that you knew how to play video games." Sebastian joked while the New Yorker settled the game
"What, nobody warned him that I'm the king of Mario Kart since I was three?" Kurt falsely wondered.
"Except it's not really Mario Kart you installed there."
"Oh yeah? Oops, too bad. Call of Duty, it's fine with everyone?" Kurt asked.
"You bet it's fine with me, Puck still owes me a rematch." Artie shouted.
"Well, if you think you can beat Puck, good luck, nobody has never managed." Sam said to him wedging against Kurt's bed.
"Nobody huh?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow at Puck.
"That is what Sam thinks, he thinks that if he can't beat me no one can. But actually there is still a person I've never been able to beat." Puck replied with a smirk.
"Seriously Puck, what guy can although keep you in check to Call of?"Sam asked
"Who said it was a guy?" Kurt asked.
"Girls don't play Call of." Artie replied as if It was obvious.
"Why not? After all, Kurt plays it; it's just the same right?" Sebastian joked.
"Scar, please." Dave scolded.
"Watch what you say, man, I can still punch you in the face. It's not want that I am missing since you almost blinded Blaine." Puck interjected.
"Calm down, it was just a joke. However by the way, my sister plays this kind of games and she could totally beat you all."
"That's it yeah." Artie and Sam said in unison.
"I swear, you don't know her, she can be fierce." Sebastian said with a shudder.
"David, it looks like you didn't realize what you were getting yourself into." Kurt teased.
"No, but the rest of the time she is adorable, but with a gamepad in her hands, she makes carnage." Sebastian said with a look of nostalgia.
"Hey, it's okay, I know you miss her, but we'll see her in less than two days." Dave reassured, getting closer to Sebastian and squeezing his hand gently, earning a smile from the other boy.
"OK, that's enough, you'll make me sick to be so adorable you two, grab a controller so we can play." Puck protested for form with even a tiny smile.
"What? You're jealous?" Dave teased.
"Try to beat me and we'll talk later."
"Be careful Puckerman, you take risks, nobody is unbeatable." Sebastian said to him while Dave took a controller.
"Yeah, except that I've never beaten him." Dave said.
They played for hours, changing adversary to each game. And so far, Puck had really won all the games that he had played. Sebastian also won all of his games, even against Dave after they had sworn it was only a game and that whatever the outcome of the fight was, wouldn't change what was between them. To the surprise, Kurt also won all his duels. So they prepared to compete for the first place, even if the other three boys were sure that Puck would be the winner.
Puck and Kurt settled in front of the screen, controllers in hand. They stared defiantly.
"Ready to bite the dust Hummel?" Puck asked.
"Hit me with your best shot Puckerman." Kurt said, raising an eyebrow.
To everyone's surprise, Kurt won and looked his nails casually.
"Oh, by the way. The guy who keeps Puck in check... It's me." he dropped as if it was nothing.
"No way." Sam and Artie said, completely stunned.
"I had warned you. Kurtsy is my worst nightmare at Call of. Especially since he broke up with Adam."
"What?" Dave shouted.
"Oops, sorry babe, I had no idea they didn't know." Puck said guiltily.
"Not yet, but it's fine they'd have finally known."
"Babe? Really Puck?" Sam asked
"What?" Puck replied defensively.
"Oh nothing, just in general, it's the girls with whom you sleep you call babe." Artie remarked.
"Nt. Way." Sam exclaimed, seeing Kurt blushing to what Artie had said.
"It's nothing, he needed comfort, I was there, that's all." Puck defended himself.
"You really had sex?"
"Depends on what you call having sex." Kurt said, blushing a little.
"But so you're gay Puck?" Sam asked
"No way dude. I'm 99% straight and the remaining 1% is for Kurt."
"So you're together?" Dave asked.
"No, we keep company until the end of the vacation. Then I go back to New York." Kurt said.
"And me to LA. End of story." Puck finished.
"OK, that's all well and good, but now it's my turn to beat you both, in place." Sebastian interjected, taking a controller.
Kurt moved between Puck's legs, back against him and Puck took the remaining controller. They launched the game again and Sebastian won the game. Which earned Sebastian a kiss of congratulations from Dave and Puck a kiss of consolation from Kurt. And whistles from Sam and Artie who felt somewhat apart suddenly.
Kurt took the controller from the hands of Puck and turned his head to Sebastian.
"Ready meerkat? You'll know what it is to lose."
"If this is the case, I put you in my suitcase, maybe you can learn to the defeat to Chloe."
"I hope that's a promise."
But again, it's Sebastian who received the kiss of congratulations from Dave and Kurt and Puck who shared the kiss of consolation.
Artie and Sam took leave and the remaining four shared dinner with Burt and Carole. Kurt had stayed a big part of the afternoon between the legs of Puck and feeling the erection of his lover against his back hadn't really helped to control his own excitement all that time. They had shared hot glances throughout the meal.
"I want you babe." Puck whispered, closing the bedroom door behind them.
"Puck. My parents are in the room next door and Sebastian and Dave in that of the other side."
"I don't care; I really want to make you cum." Puck said taking Kurt in his arms and kissing him. "You're so beautiful when you cum babe."
Kurt groaned into the kiss. He wanted to resist because his parents and his friends were likely to walk in on them, but he had to admit that he really wanted it too. He unbuttoned Puck's pants and slipped his hand inside to stroke him. Puck on his side began to unbutton a button on Kurt's shirt.
"Can I?" Puck asked as permission to undress his lover.
Kurt nodded and Puck slowly unbuttoned his shirt before removing it.
"You know Kurt, these arms you're hiding ... You do well to hide them, they're much too exciting for the world."
"Just, shut up and undressed me, will you." Kurt said, practically tearing Puck's tee shirt.
The two boys clung to each other, their bare skins, burning with desire. Kurt gently pushed Puck against the first wall he found and unbuttoned his pants to let it slide on the legs of the athlete. He looked down at the crotch of Puck, molded in his boxers. He slipped his thumbs in the elastic of the underwear.
"Can I?" Kurt asked.
"Of course you can babe."
Kurt slowly removed the underwear of his lover and held a little cry of surprise to Puck's stiff cock. He couldn't help but wrap it with his fingers as if to verify what his eyes saw.
"Wow, Puck ... you're big." Kurt whispered.
"It ... it's a problem?"
"No. I ... I don't think so." Kurt replied, drawing Puck to the bed passing his hands behind his back. "We'll just have to take a little more time to prepare me." he finished pulling a tube of lube and condoms from his nightstand.
"Uh ... Kurt ... you ... are you sure? None of the girls with whom I was never wanted this ..."
"I'm sure ... Well, only if you want." Kurt said, biting his lip.
"I ... yes ... of course." Puck said, unbuttoning Kurt's pants.
Puck finished to slowly undress Kurt and laid him on the bed.
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Can I suck you before? No, wait, forget it, I've never done this before, it wouldn't be good for you."
"Puck. Shut up." Kurt said; a hand on Puck's cheek. He grabbed a condom and unrolled it with an expert hand on his cock. "Less talk, more action."
Puck smiled and settled between Kurt's thighs.
"Some tips for me?"
"You've never been on the receiving end of a blowjob, Puck?"
"Yes, but I've never been on the giving end."
"Just do whatever you think is good. It should be fine okay."
"Okay."
Puck leaned slowly and gently flicked his tongue along Kurt's stretched cock who moaned slightly.
"You must be silent babe." Puck whispered before returning to the task.
Kurt bit his lip to hold back his moans while Puck was slowly taking him in his mouth. He applied himself a while to make his lips go back and forth on the taut member but suddenly Kurt firmly pushed him.
"What's going on? I'm doing something wrong?" Puck worried.
"On the contrary. I don't want it to end too soon."Kurt whispered.
"Oh, OK. And ... now what?"
"We must prepare me."
"I have no idea what you're talking about babe."
"I'll do it, it'll be easier." Kurt said, grabbing the bottle of lube he had set aside.
He put it on his fingers and warmed it a little. Then he slowly inserted a finger in him, trying not to moan. Gradually, he added another finger, then another. As a precaution, he added one more. Puck watched him in awe, mouth open, without moving.
"You can stop staring at me like that and move your ass a little?" Kurt snapped. "The condom won't put itself alone."
Puck seemed to get out of his reverie and began to move, placing a condom expertly. Meanwhile, Kurt had removed his fingers and was on his knees facing the headboard to which he held onto.
"Are you coming or I need to send you a personal invitation?" Kurt said impatiently looking over his shoulder.
"Bossy!" Puck exclaimed, approaching. "Are you sure, really?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Just go ... slowly okay?"
Puck moved behind his lover and placed his cock at Kurt's entrance. He began to sink slowly, hands on Kurt's hips to hold him in place. Kurt closed his eyes, biting his lip and slightly tightening his fingers around the headboard.
"Gosh, you're so tight! You sure you're okay?" Puck asked, making small circles with thumbs over Kurt's lower back.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Keep going. Slowly."
Puck went on sinking very slowly until he felt his hips pressing against Kurt's ass.
"Fuck. You're huge. Don't move okay? Just give me a minute."
"OK. Tell me when you're ready."
Puck stood still in Kurt and moved his hands to stroke his back soothingly.
"OK, move now."
"Yes master." Puck said, pulling off slowly to plunge back.
He began to thrust very slowly. Kurt started to moan a little, Puck leaned forward, putting a hand over his mouth while kissing his neck.
"Shh babe. We don't want your parents to catch us." Puck whispered in the ear of Kurt.
Puck kept pounding into him slowly. Kurt felt the pleasure building gradually in him, biting in Puck's hand to keep himself from moaning.
"You take me so well babe; you're so perfect around my cock." Puck encouraged in his lover's ear.
Puck slid his free hand under Kurt and grabbed his cock, stroking him at the pace of his thrusts in him. It didn't take more for Kurt to come, trembling against his lover, his muscles tightening around Puck's dick who came too after a few more thrusts, stilled in Kurt. He pulled off slowly, drawing a small wince to Kurt.
He took off his condom, tied it and threw it in the wastebasket. Kurt didn't move, trying to breathe normally.
"Hey babe? Everything okay?" Puck worried.
"Yes, everything's fine, everything's just fine."
"You intend to sleep in this position then?" Puck asked with a laugh.
Kurt turned his head toward his friend with a glare that impressed Puck.
"OK, need help?" Puck said, gently massaging Kurt's fingers that loosened.
He detached Kurt's hands from the headboard and gently manipulated him to lie on his side, back to him. He took care of removing the condom that Kurt had kept to avoid soiling the sheets too much and threw it. Then he pressed himself against Kurt's back, engulfing him in his arms.
"This is the right side of the bed? You sleep on the other side usually maybe."
"No, it's perfect."
Puck pulled the sheets onto them and clasped Kurt again. He went to gently stroke Kurt's cheek with his thumb and felt the moisture that was there.
"You crying babe? Did I hurt you?"
"No. No. You were perfect. Even more than perfect."
"So what is it?"
"You're not Blaine. I'm sorry, this is ... it's not your fault. I shouldn't have told you that. Forget it."
"No Kurt. You remember, the two of us no commitment, I'm not your boyfriend. But I'm your friend. You can talk to me okay? Especially about Blaine. I'm the first Klaine shipper babe."
"I know it was me who broke up with him, it was me who took the decision. He hurt me so much when he told me that he had cheated on me. But he's there, he's still there. He's like seeped beneath my skin and there's nothing I can do to bring him out."
"Talk to him. And listen to him."
"It's too late, he has Colin now. I can't do that to them."
"Blaine deserves you to let him explain himself. And that Colin you say? Either he's a moron and we don't care about him. Or he's a good guy and he deserves either to be able to keep his story with Blaine who will have resolved his old issues with you or to know as soon as possible that he'll never replace you."
"Since when did you become so wise?" Kurt asked, laughing.
"I don't know. It was possibly just once; make the most of it."
"You know, if you put Blaine aside, it was really good. You're gifted."
"I already know that, that's why I have a free pass for Cougar Town."
"Silly you." Kurt said, giving a slap on Puck's hand.
"Come on, sleep now babe."
The next day they had accompanied Dave and Sebastian at the airport. The two boys had said goodbye with difficulty when Dave had had to board, leaving Sebastian who would board in a different plane two hours later. Kurt noticed that Dave had said'' I love you'' to Sebastian just before they parted but Sebastian had not replied. Used to often exchange these words with the boyfriends he had had, he thought it was weird and couldn't help asking Sebastian.
"You don't love him?" Kurt asked innocently to Sebastian as they settled for a coffee.
"Who?"
"Your boyfriend. He said you 'I love you' before leaving and you didn't reply."
"It's not because I didn't say him that I don't feel it."
"Why don't you tell him if you love him?"
"I don't know, it's just not some words I say easily."
"But we're not talking about one of your hookups after a night at Scandals. We talk about your boyfriend, who's just flying to meet your family."
"In fact, it is not yet boarded the plane, he is passing security."
"Sebastian, don't change the subject."
"I can't ... I can't explain why but they're just words, it proves nothing. It's so easy to say them, but it means nothing."
"I think if he's telling you so is that he means it. He didn't say 'I think I love you' as he told me, he said 'I love you'. You doubt his word."
"No, of course not. I can see he's sincere, but say it in return, I can't."
"You'll have to get there though, he needs to hear it, don't you think?"
"Maybe not. Maybe he has no need to hear the words; maybe he just needs to feel that you love him too. He didn't seem to expect an answer. At least not verbally." Puck interfered.
"I hope so. I don't want to lose him because I'm an idiot who just can't say how much I'm crazy about him."
"I've observed you this week and at Finn's funeral. I think I've never heard you say I love you and I haven't heard him telling you so much more. But you have that thing between you; I don't even think that you're aware of it. This is like a small squeeze of the hand, just enough time to think 'I'm here, I love you.' And the message must go through well because there's always a smile that seems to say 'thank you, I love you too.' "
"You've seen it all you?" Kurt asked surprised.
"The privilege of my age." Puck teased.
"Silly, we're the same age." Kurt reminded him.
"Not at all, I'm three months older than you."
After that, the conversation flowed; they talked about everything and nothing. But mostly Dave, Sebastian who hoped his flight would go well, that he could get some sleep on the plane, that he could eat a bit the awful food served on airplanes and especially that his encounter with Marie and Chloe would go smoothly without him. In short, Sebastian was completely anguished at the idea that something could go wrong and that he wouldn't be with Dave at that time.
Once Sebastian had taken his plane, Puck and Kurt went back together to the Bushwick's loft. Kurt lived there alone with Santana since Rachel had moved last summer to settle with Brody. The young woman had become purely unbearable since she had earned a role in a musical in her first year at NYADA and her two roommates had been frankly relieved to see her go. Since then the atmosphere of the loft was once again livable.
Santana had gone a few days on vacation with Brittany, which meant that Puck and Kurt had the apartment to themselves.
"So, what's your work in this big city?"
"I work for the online version of a fashion magazine."
"You don't sing anymore then?"
"I do, in my shower."
"Too bad."
"You know what. We should go to the Call Back tomorrow night. I haven't gone to for centuries."
"The Call Back, what is that?"
"It's a bar. They have open stages. We should go sing."
"It works."
The next evening found the two boys at the Call Back. They sat at a table and Puck went to the bar to get a beer for himself and a mocktail for Kurt. The latter expected his friend at the table, silently humming to the song a girl was slaughtering when he heard his name on the right. He turned his head.
"Kurt? It seemed to me that it was you."
"Blaine. Uh hi. Hi Colin."
The three friends greeted and Kurt suggested they all settled at the same table.
"Where's Adam?" Blaine asked looking toward the bar in search of the British.
"At home. I came up with Puck."
"Hey Blaine. It's been ages since I hadn't seen you." Puck exclaimed, laying Kurt's glass on the table to free one hand and greet Blaine.
"Puck. How's it going in LA?"
"Oh, not too bad. There's enough pool to clean so that I earn my living."
"Blaine, I'm going to the bar, I bring you back something?" Colin asked feeling a little apart.
"Oh, sorry. Colin, I present to you one of my old high school friends, Puck. Puck, this is Colin, my boyfriend."
"Glad to meet you. But as a friend, I must warn you, if you hurt my bro, I'll personally take care of your case."
"As you've handled the case of Kurt when he hurt Blaine becoming estranged or as you took care of the case of Blaine when he cheated on Kurt? Apparently, I'll survive. "Colin said with a shrug. "Blaine, I bring you back something to drink?"
"Uh ... Yes. A beer please." Blaine said a little surprised by Colin's reply.
"What happens to him?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know." Blaine said with a shrug, settling on a chair next to Kurt. "We absolutely have to do a duet Kurt, it's been super long we didn't."
It didn't take long for Kurt and Blaine to go on stage, leaving Colin and Puck behind.
"You've been together for a long time?" Colin asked nonchalantly.
"We're not together." Puck replied.
"Blaine might be naive enough to believe that Kurt is still with Adam but I know he's not."
"And how do you know that, you?"
"Because we talked. Adam and I. I know Adam was seriously considering breaking up with Kurt. I guess he did. Look at them. Adam, you, me, we try to believe that we have our chances but it's hopeless. Drop it before you get too involved, it's a friendly advice."
Puck took a few seconds to think about what Colin had said, looking at the two ex boyfriends singing on stage.
Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybody's darling
But she never lost her head
Even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
And the colored girls go
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New-York city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side
Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was James dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
"Well thank you. But for me, it's going to be fine because we're not together. His brother was my best friend, I help him when it goes wrong, and that's all. Look, Colin, I don't wanna tell you what to do, if you feel good with Blaine, then all the better. But I know them well. I practically made them meet, I saw them becoming friends, falling in love without even realizing it, I saw how they were together, I saw how Blaine was devastated when they broke up. You're right about two things I think. The first is that you'd probably better do as Adam; I say this for you, not for them. And you're right; I didn't take care of their cases when they broke up, because they've screwed up both as much at the time."
"So how did you find us?" Kurt asked breathlessly as he sat down next to Puck.
"As usual. Your voices are like made to sing together." Puck replied.
"Erk, what's that?" Kurt asked handing Puck the small bottle that he had passed.
"Sangria. Try one more sip."
"Oh no, no, no."
"Come on, loose a little babe. Look, it's a beautiful day, we're in Central Park and we're 21, we've the right to."
Kurt took a sip, grimacing. Puck had organized this day for Kurt and had refused to tell him what they were going to do. Kurt had some difficulty to let go without knowing what was going to happen.
"Just trust me okay?" Puck said, dragging his friend to a grassy spot.
"If you think I'm going to seat down on the grass, you dream Puckerman. This is a Marc Jacobs." Kurt said, pointing to his sweater.
"Then remove it, it's hot Kurt, what are you doing with a sweater anyway?"
"It wouldn't change anything."
"Why?"
"Because my shirt is also Marc Jacobs."
"Take it off too then."
"Puck, I won't get naked in Central Park just so you can make me sit in the grass."
"I wouldn't mind. But better you know that if you do so, I'll do a little more than make you sit on the grass."
"In what I embarked with you?" Kurt sighed.
"Just a small tour around the block. Relax a little and come here. On my lap, you won't be in the grass."
"Okay."
Kurt sat on the lap of Puck, back against his chest. Puck wrapped his arms around his waist and handed him the bottle.
"Here, drink some more."
"No. Throwing up on Miss Pillsbury once, it's been enough for me."
"Just a sip or two."
"Puck..."
"For me, to be forgiven of breaking my heart at the end of the summer."
"Oh, it's unfair, you agreed from the beginning."
"I've not changed my mind. But come on, just for today."
"Okay." Kurt sighed, taking the bottle and taking a sip.
Puck tightened a little his arms around Kurt's waist and lay down slowly.
"What are you doing?" Kurt exclaimed.
"I settle snugly and watch the clouds." Puck replied.
They remained in this position a while watching the clouds and arguing about the shapes they were seeing in them.
"I'm getting hungry." Kurt finally said.
"I suppose it's time to move to our second destination." Puck said.
"Second destination that is?"
"You'll have to wait for us to be there to find out."
Taking him by the hand, Puck brought Kurt up to a hot dog truck near the park.
"Are you planning to make me eat that?" Kurt asked, wrinkling his nose.
"Why? What's the problem?"
"You ask me what the problem is? You mean besides all the fat that will our clog arteries and finish directly on my hips?"
"They are gorgeous your hips Kurt, stop a bit to dramatize."
"They're perfect because I pay attention to what I eat precisely."
"Exactly, you pay attention all the time, you should be fine if you eat a hot dog once, no?"
"Fine. But I'll have to do more exercise to eliminate it." Kurt sighed.
"I can help with that too babe." Puck said, winking.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
Once their meal in hand, Puck took Kurt to the nearest zoo and this time the eyes of the New Yorker lit like a child.
They walked from cage to cage. Had fun in front of the baby monkeys clumsily trying to climb the trees, went into raptures over a giraffe and its baby giraffe, and gave peanuts to elephants.
They were having fun like crazy and finally had to leave because the zoo was closing. Puck then took Kurt to eat in a small cafe. None of them earned enough money to pay a real restaurant but they didn't care, they were having a good day.
They then went to the cinema to see a movie before taking a taxi back to the loft, after nightfall.
"This day reminds me a song." Kurt said before singing.
Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
Then later
a movie, too, and then home
Puck nodded, smiling and hummed.
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
"Thank you." Kurt said, smiling.
"You're welcome babe. So I won what?" Puck asked suggestively.
"Seriously Puck? You did all that for that?" Kurt asked indignantly.
"No, I did it so that you have a perfect day. I just thought there was still something else we could do to make the day perfect."
"You're a pervert."
"I don't think I've heard you complain about it until now."
"You have a point."
"Let's go then."
"You'll resent me if I tell you that I have a headache?"
"More than if you just tell me you don't feel like to tonight."
"OK, so I don't feel like to tonight."
"Let's go to bed then."
After Kurt has had done his long skin care routine before going to bed, the two men found themselves in bed. Puck took Kurt in his arms and the New Yorker pressed his back against his friend.
"Puck? Can I ask you to do me a favor? A big one?"
"Ask."
"I'm going back to Lima a few days."
"Sure, I'll go with you."
"It's uh ... It's gonna be my ... my mother's ... birthday. I always place flowers on her grave that day. Before I went there with my father, after there had been Blaine and last year ... Adam accompanied me. I've never been there alone. I don't think I can."
"I'm going with you babe."
"Thanks Puck."
"No problem."
"Why carnations?" Puck asked.
"It was her favorite flowers. Blue carnations. She said they reminded her of my eyes."
"She was right."
"Hi mom. Happy birthday. You must be disappointed in me. I thought I'd come up with Adam this year but ... it's over with him. How did you know you that Dad was the man of your life? How do you know when you meet someone with whom you'll spend the rest of your life?"
"Hey, babe, I'm sure she's not disappointed in you. Mrs. Hummel uh ... hello. He forgot to tell you, he lives in New York, he had no university to go to and he went to New York anyway. He landed an internship at his favorite magazine and now they have hired him. He's talented. You can be proud of him."
"Thanks Puck."
"You're welcome."
"I miss you mom. I really miss you."
Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist from behind to comfort him. They stood in silence for a long moment before Kurt decided to go after stroking the tombstone with his fingertips.
"Goodbye, Mom." he whispered.
"Goodbye Mrs. Hummel." Puck said.
"So ... this is it, this is the last day." Kurt said once installed in the car.
"Yes. I really have to go back to LA now. And you have to go back to show who Kurt Hummel is to all of New York."
"Yeah. I'll miss you, you know."
"I don't go so far. If you need to talk, you call me. At any time of day or night. Anyway, with the time difference, I won't even realize."
"Same to you. You promise it?"
"I promise."