30 Days of Puckurt; Alternate Universes
DAY #01: The One with the Merbadass
One pleasant summer morning, a teenage boy waded out into the ocean until the gently rolling waves met the hem of his swimming trunks. He yelped at the cool water and struggled up the side of a protruding rock until he was perched at its highest point. The boulder was warm from the sun, a nice change from the chilly seawater.
He hadn't been there for more than a couple minutes when something breached the surface a ways away. Kurt straightened, grinning from ear to ear at the sight as Puck swam towards him. The merman was at his side in no time, laughing as he yanked Kurt into the water by his feet.
Kurt yelped and flailed in Puck's arms, hitting the merman's bare chest. "Screw you, Puck," he hissed through chattering teeth. "You knowI hate it when you do that."
"Oh, but I love how cute you look when you're all pissy like that." Puck replied, grinning when Kurt flushed. "Sorry. Here..." He hefted Kurt back onto the rock, watching with unconcealed amusement as the boy, shivering and soaked, crawled up the rock like a crab. While Kurt got situated, Puck let his head fin (which Kurt had dubbed his 'mohawk' when they had first met) retract and sprawled out on a cluster of rocks surrounding Kurt's perch.
"So tell me more about your band," Puck insisted once Kurt was comfortable.
"It's a high school show choir," Kurt corrected with a smile. "And I'm getting tired telling you about how annoying our lead female singer is or what wardrobe malfunctions I had to suffer through. Can't you tell me about Atlantis?"
Puck snorted at the look of wonder on Kurt's face, wishing he could drag the boy down to the kingdom so he could see for himself just how boring it was there. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed after a few seconds of watching Kurt pout. "But then you'll tell me what the hell a Kesha is, okay?"
Kurt laughed, his voice high and melodic and prettier than any siren's song. "Deal, mister merman."
"That's merbadassto you, Hummel," Puck corrected imperiously, smirking when Kurt splashed water at him. He launched into yet another anecdote about underwater royalty, loving how open and gorgeous Kurt looked whenever Puck talked of his homeland.
What Puck loved even more were the occasional lingering touches of Kurt's hand as he petted Puck's tail fin, but he would lick a sea cucumber before he let Kurt know he was fondling Puck's merman g-spot. That, combined with Kurt's awesome personality and handsome looks made Puck long for the day he turned eighteen.
They parted ways at sunset, Puck sliding up on the rocks to plant a deep kiss on Kurt's waiting lips. Kurt laughed, like always. "It's weird-your lips are scaly."
Puck used his awesomely ripped upper body to stay on the rock long enough for Kurt to pet his hand along Puck's 'mohawk'. He probably had a totally dopey look on his face but Puck couldn't find it in himself to care, not when Kurt was looking at him like that, all soft and sad and vulnerable.
Puck answered Kurt's unvoiced question. "Two more weeks," he said. "Two more weeks, and then I'll be your human boyfriend."
Kurt got the same ridiculous look on his face, his eyes gleaming in the pink-and-orange lighting. "I don't know," he murmured. "I sort of like having a merman for a boyfriend."
Puck laughed and kissed Kurt one last time before swimming backwards into deeper water. He watched as Kurt reluctantly slid off his rock to his feet, legs long and deliciously tanned by the sun. "Fourteen days!" he crowed.
Kurt looked over at him with a breathy laugh. "Fourteen days, Prince Noah, and you're all mine."
Whenever Kurt smirked at him like that Puck wondered if his human boyfriend knew about the tail thing after all.