Play it again.
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Purt
Word count: 575
Author's Note: My first Purt fic, be nice.
"What are you doing?" Kurt looked up, guilty expression perfectly formed on his lips as his fingers continued tapping the screen.
"Nothing."
"What are you doing?" Puck repeated.
"Noah, it's nothing. I'm done, anyways." And he handed the phone back. Puck shrugged and pocketed it. By and large, he had basically forgotten about the whole incident until a few days later while at the park. Quinn had practically begged him to take Natasha so she could get some sleep. At first, he put up a token fight, simply to protect his image, but secretly, he was thrilled. Once he got to the park, he found Mike with Mercedes little brother Ethan and soon enough, Mat and Fin showed up. Though fin was stand-offish at first, he soon warmed up to his almost- daughter and he took great joy in chasing her as she climbed and slid all over the jungle gym.
~You're so gay
and you don't even like boys.
No you don't even like,
no you don't even like,
no you don't even like… penis.~
It took Puck a minute to realize that the ring tone was coming from his phone and by the time he pulled it out, not only were his friends laughing, but his ears had begun to turn an interesting shade of pink. Tapping the screen, he took a few steps out of earshot.
"Hello?" he answered nervously.
"Hey, you having fun?" Kurt's chipper voice rang out.
"I'm going to kill you." He said sweetly.
"What for?"
"I'm so gay and I don't even like boys?" Puck was quietly seething now and Kurt's girlish giggles weren't helping any.
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that."
"I thought it was funny?"
"Do you know how ridiculous I looked, sitting in the park with Mike and Matt with that song blaring out of my pocket?"
"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Puck mumbled something unflattering. And was about to hang up when his boyfriend spoke again.
"So you didn't like it?"
"I just have one question. If I don't even like boys, what does that make you?" Kurt couldn't answer quick enough and Puck hung up.
"What's that?" Kurt gestured to the box in his hand a while later.
"Girl scout thin mints. My girl scout thin mints." Puck made sure to emphasize it.
"You're not going to share?"
"Why would I? I don't even like boys, remember?" Kurt rolled his eyes and flounced off in a huff. Ten minutes later, he returned, Puck's phone in hand.
"I changed it." And he tossed the phone into Puck's lap. Puck only glanced down at it before returning his focus to the TV.
"Aren't you going to see what I changed it to?" Puck nodded absently. After dinner, they had what Puck considered excellent make-up sex and he forgot about his phone until a few days later when as he was dropping Natasha off again, his phone rang.
"I want to hold your hand." Played twice before he answered.
"Hello?"
"Ash get dropped off OK?" Kurt asked.
"Don't call her that and yeah, just now." And he waved to Quinn as he climbed back into his truck.
"I love you." And he hung up. Puck thought the sex they had when he got home was even better than the make-up sex. That didn't stop him from changing Kurt's ring tone to "I kissed a girl." The next time his boyfriend wasn't looking, though.