Like A Star
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor the TV show!
Author's note: First fic! I'm just gonna dive in headfirst into writing on here, haha.
Just like a star across my sky
Just like an angel off the page
Living in the basement of his house wasn't exactly the best thing that had ever happened to Kurt. A big reason why is because Kurt had quite the passion for stargazing, it was his second favorite thing to do on a Friday night (besides think of new outfit combinations or create a more efficient moisturizing routine..or on some Fridays, doing both). So, come Friday night, Kurt was lying on his roof wearing only an oversized t shirt (vintage YSL, thank you very much. It was a shirt he wore when was either studying or sleeping. It was too big for him, the gold YSL logo was fading into the white background. He promised himself he would only wear it in the comfort of his own home) and boxers. It was a warm night out, and he couldn't sleep. Stars were relaxing. Being the ice queen at school was a stressful role, so, when staring at infinite space, he could relax. He didn't know any constellations or whatever, he just knew that stars were beautiful. Just like his style, the beauty of the stars seemed eternal. Forever. But the only bad thing that the stars reminded Kurt of is the fact that he was gazing at them alone. Although it does sound corny, and trust Kurt when he says he knows it's corny, sometimes when he looks at the stars he just hopes that somewhere out there, the person who he's supposed to be with is looking at them too, at the same time. Thinking about this, he dozed off...
7:50 A.M.
Kurt stirred in his sleep. He was awakened by the sun's rays shining on his milky white skin. Regaining consciousness, he opened one eye and yelped. "I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
Crap. Crapcrapcrap. Kurt dashed around the house, slipping occasionally (more like often). He was sure there were going to be bruises on his body, he was rushing so much. His dad already left, he figured, because he was nowhere in sight. He hastily washed his face and ran a comb through his hair. Tardiness was simply NOT acceptable on his flawless record. Skipping on his makeup (tear) and even skipping his hair treatments (sob!), Kurt simply put on a pair of torn skinny jeans, grabbed an apple for sustenance, hoisted his satchel on his shoulder, and turned the doorknob to leave his house. With an "eek!", Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Um, hi?" said Noah Puckerman, hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing here!" Cried Kurt, astonished.
"I'm supposed to work with your dad, remember?" Puck said. Kurt had forgotten that a while back Puck had engine trouble, and Finn had recommended Kurt's dad. Puck came over and got his car fixed, but when he mentioned the need for a summer job, Kurt's dad offered him a job at the shop. So Puck came over every weekend to have Burt teach him the ropes, which was fine with Kurt because, let's face it, Puck was easy on the eyes, and...
Wait a minute. Puck came over every weekend. With dawning realization, Kurt sighed in frustration.
"What day is it today?"
"Saturday..." Puck said in a low voice, a bit confused. His confusion turned into a smirk when he saw Kurt's bag on his shoulder. "You thought we had school, and you were rushing out the door, weren't you princess?" Kurt fought to keep calm.
"No I was not. I could be going out with Mercedes today for all you know. This outfit was put together for shopping, not for school. Not like your style-retarded brain would know the difference between looking fierce on the weekdays and looking fabulous on the weekend." Kurt said, regaining confidence.
"I guess you are looking 'fabulous'," Puck said with air quotes, "...in the shirt that you sleep in." Puck finished matter-of-factly. Kurt's eyes widened. He didn't even realize that he didn't accessorize OR even put on a matching gold Alexander McQueen cardigan! But that didn't matter. What mattered is how the hell Puck...
"You're wondering how I know what you sleep in?" interrupted Puck, eyebrow raised.
"Well, my sleeping garments aren't exactly the kind of clothes I wear every day." Kurt said with a sneer. It was morning, and he was still a little cranky.
"Yeah, I know what kind of clothes you wear every day. Not that I care. But, to answer the question, I came here last week to work with your dad, and when I walked in you were sleeping on the couch wearing that shirt...." Puck stopped to chuckle. "And uh, nothing else." Kurt immediately turned pink. Noah Puckerman had seen him naked. Puck just smirked. "Well, can I come in or what?" he finally said.
"Oh. Yeah, you can...uh, come in." Kurt managed to say.
"Is your dad home?" asked Puck.
"No. He was gone when I woke up." Kurt replied. Puck sighed and sat on the couch nearest the door. Kurt remained standing, just to keep safe distance. He wasn't exactly comfortable being around someone who had seen him naked...especially someone who had seem him naked without his consent.
"Can I get you anything?" Kurt asked politely. Just because a little nudity was involved, didn't mean Kurt wasn't allowed to be a good host.
"No thanks." Puck replied. An awkward silence ensued.
"You know, I can take a look at your car for you." Kurt offered. Puck shrugged, then stood up. "Why the hell not." Puck said, stretching. Kurt hoped it wasn't obvious that he sneaked a peek at Puck's abdomen. Realizing that he was staring at Puck, Kurt turned around to change into coveralls.
He grabbed his coveralls from their place on the hook and threw them onto the bed. He gracefully lifted his sleeping shirt off, and eventually unbuttoned his distressed skinny jeans and slid them off. He put on a grey wifebeater for an undershirt, and shrugged on the coveralls. Kurt rolled up the too-big sleeves and turned around. He let out another gasp.
"How long were you standing there!" Kurt cried out, seeing Puck standing on the stairs leading to his room. Puck was still staring at him. "Uhhm, hello?" Kurt waved his hand at Puck. That seemed to do the trick. Puck blinked a few times before muttering a "What?"
"Why were you watching me change?" Kurt demanded.
"I thought you were leading me to the garage." Puck said defensively. Kurt realized he didn't exactly say he was going down to his room to change. Before Kurt could apologize, Puck opened his mouth again.
"Plus, I finally got to see what the rest of your body looks like." Puck said with a snicker. Kurt turned pink again.
"You're sick! I'm going to forget you ever said that. I cannot believe this...you ridiculous Neanderthal..." Kurt was muttering as he tried to push by Puck to go up the stairs. But of course, Kurt wasn't exactly the strongest fashionista, and pushing Puck was a fail. Puck let him by at first, and Kurt made it up two steps before Puck wrapped a strong arm around his waist. Puck dragged Kurt down the steps and soon their bodies were touching. Compared to the chilly basement air, Puck was very warm. And his arms were encircling Kurt's thin waist. Puck is so strong.. Snap out of it Kurt!
"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered.
"I-I don't know.." Puck whispered into Kurt's ear. "This just feels...." Puck's lips were dangerously close to Kurt's ear. The warm breath made Kurt shiver, despite the warmth of Puck surrounding him.
"Then let me go." Kurt said, a little more sure of himself.
"You know you don't mean that." Puck replied. "Besides...what if I don't want to let go?"
"Puck..please." Kurt said. He turned around to face Puck. Puck let his arms loosen so Kurt could turn, but he kept them around Kurt's waist. "This isn't funny.." Kurt started.
"Who's laughing?" Puck said, staring into Kurt's eyes. Feeling bold, Puck placed his hand lower on Kurt's waist. "Your hip is shaking." Puck stated.
"Y-y-yeah...I think....I don't know why...or what's happening...b-b-but..." Kurt stuttered as if he were Tina. "Puck, I don't know what you're trying to do but---" Puck interrupted Kurt's sentence with a kiss. Kurt let out a soft moan from the sudden kiss, then his arms circled around Puck's neck.
You have appeared to my life
Feel like I'll never be the same.
There's the first chapter! Hope it was okay. My brain isn't exactly working well right now. Sorry the story didn't exactly get heated, but it will as soon as I lay the groundwork and such! Reviews are nice. If you think you know the direction this story should go in, I would love to hear it! Thanks for reading.