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Chapter 2-Secret Boyfriend

All night long, Kurt's dreams were filled with images of himself holding onto Puck as they rode his motorbike. Helmets were absent in Kurt's dream so that he could better see Puck's face. The mohawked teen was dressed in leather, a dark pair of shades on his face, while Kurt was dressed in tight white trousers and a silk white button down shirt. Despite the wind that caressed his dream self's skin, Kurt's hair remained immaculate.

It was not roads that Puck drove them down; instead they sped through the clouds, through fire that didn't burn them, over water without sinking and straight across a large runway where faceless photographers snapped pictures of them together.

Then they were riding through the corridors of McKinley High, Puck deliberately knocking down Karofsky and anyone else who had dared to bully Kurt. They drove across the school stage, interrupting a Rachel Berry solo before they went speeding past the rest of the Glee club and through the faceless audience.

The bike journey came to a stop in a circle shaped room that was bathed in red light. Puck stepped off his cycle first before he pulled Kurt off and slung him over his shoulder, one hand moving up to spank his ass lightly as he carried him to the large love-heart shaped bed.

Clothes were not removed; they just disappeared leaving the two teenagers in the nude. Handcuffs appeared and Kurt was bound to the bed, completely at Puck's mercy. Kisses were splashed across Kurt's chest and stomach as the guitarists fingers ran up and down Kurt's thighs.

A canister of whipped cream appeared out of thin air and Puck quickly put it to use, squirting it onto Kurt's nipples. Looming over him, Puck leaned down to lick the cream off of Kurt's chest; he then lightly bit the rose bud nipples before soothing the sting with his tongue.

He shuffled down the bed and sprayed some cream on the tip of Kurt's penis. Kurt shivered in arousal, bucking his hips up with the hopes that Puck would take his hard member into the warm cavern of his mouth. Though Puck dutifully lapped at the cream, he refused to engulf Kurt's shaft. Instead, the Jewish stud teased the ivory-skinned boy a while longer. With his hands cuffed to the bed, Kurt was helpless and vulnerable as Puck tortured him with such sweet pleasure.

Before his dream could become any more erotic, Kurt's alarm clock blared, pulling him out of his dream. He shot up in bed, wincing as he felt the stickiness of his sheets and slammed his fist down on his alarm clock.

"You couldn't have gone off yesterday when I was dreaming about writing a history essay?" Kurt asked the inanimate object snidely. "No, of course you couldn't."

Throwing his bedcovers aside, Kurt forced himself out of bed and set about his morning routine. Thankfully, the misfortunes he had suffered the morning before did not repeat themselves. He still had to wear his hair without his usual sprays and gels since he hadn't managed to replenish his stock of hair supplies yet, but he still managed to look fabulous.

As he joined his dad for breakfast, he took great care not to drop anything down himself. He also tuned out his dad's lecture about the dangers of motorcycles and mohawked high school boys. Sipping at his milk, Kurt was just glad his dad didn't ask him how he had slept that night, for that would surely have made Kurt blush and brought up a painfully awkward conversation.

"Remember I have Glee today." Kurt piped up as he collected his bag. "So I'll be back late."

"You sing those cool F's, kid." Burt encouraged.

"High F's, dad," Kurt corrected him. "High F's. Don't work too hard."

"Just go learn something." Burt told him as he continued eating his breakfast.

Bag on his shoulder and a spring in his step, Kurt exited through his front door and shut it firmly behind him. He made his way round to the driver's side of his car hoping that his baby would start this morning.

"Hey Porcelain." A voice called out before he could open the car door. Turning on the spot, Kurt found himself looking at Puck parked on the roadside by his house. "Need a ride?" Puck asked in a tone that could only be labelled as flirtatious.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked in wonderment. "If my dad sees you he will get his gun." He warned.

"Your old man don't scare me." Puck shrugged. "I'm a badass remember. Here…" He threw his spare helmet to Kurt who just managed to catch it. "Get on."

Looking back at his house nervously, Kurt half expected his dad to burst out and stop him. When it didn't happen, Kurt faced Puck again and was able to make out the muscular boy's smirk. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Kurt fit the helmet securely on his head before running to meet Puck and swing his leg over Hailey.

"Now I know I'm a stud," Puck said. "But try not to get too excited this time." He teased.

"Just shut up and drive." Kurt retorted as he wrapped his arms around Puck's middle.

Like the day before, Kurt found himself sporting a boner before they were even halfway down the road. He tried to think of unsexy things, like boobs, but thoughts of his dream about Puck continued to surf around his mind. They pulled to a stop in the McKinley lot and Kurt reluctantly climbed down.

"Thanks." Kurt said as he unclipped his helmet. He handed it back to Puck, mentally preparing himself for some teasing but it didn't come. Instead, Puck slung one arm loosely over Kurt's shoulders and guided him up to the school building. "Puck, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." Puck replied easily. "I got something for ya." He winked at him and Kurt was sure his heart ceased beating for a few seconds before speeding up as though to compensate for its momentary failure.

As Kurt found himself being led towards Puck's locker, he entertained himself with thoughts of what Puck could possibly be giving him. His thoughts ranged from flowers and chocolates to watches and scarves before Puck pulled out a battered notebook and handed it to him.

"My math homework." Puck explained when he saw Kurt's confused look. "If you can get it done by lunch that'll be awesome. Later." He smacked Kurt's shoulder lightly before strutting away.

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt held the math book to his chest as he headed to his own locker, remembering how he had agreed to do Puck's homework in exchange for a lift home the day before.

"Hey white boy." Mercedes greeted as she eyed him approvingly. "You're looking sweet."

"Thank you 'Cedes, you too are gorgeous." Kurt replied as she joined him and they shared a kiss on the cheek. "Bubblegum pink and vibrant purple," He commented as he admired her outfit. "Only you could pull off something so daring."

She linked her arm through his as they made their way to first period. Part way down the hall, Mercedes brought them to a halt and stood face to face with him as she surveyed him pensively.

"Mercedes?" He questioned when she continued to gawk at him with her head tilted to the side and her mouth partially open.

"Ok," Mercedes replied as her mouth stretched into a wide smile. "Who's the guy?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked.

"Who's the guy?" Mercedes repeated. "I know what that look on your face means. You boy are falling hard for somebody. So come on, who is he? Do you know what team he plays for?"

"He doesn't play for any team Mercedes, because he does not exist." Kurt told her. "You my girl are creating a fantasy in your mind."

"Oh hell to the naw." Mercedes shook her head as they resumed walking to their classroom. "I know I'm not imagining things. There's a bounce in your step, a glint in your eye, a smile constantly threatening to break across your face not to mention Kurt Junior down there has popped up to say hello."

Kurt's cheeks flamed in embarrassment and he quickly shifted his bag so that it was covering his problem. He paused to lean against the wall for a few moments and managed to get himself under control.

"There is no guy." He told her. "I don't know what you're talking about." Turning elegantly on his heel, Kurt proceeded to lead the rest of the way to class.

Throughout the class, Mercedes kept sending him notes, all asking for details on the mystery guy. He rolled his eyes and shook his head at her, always mouthing that there was no guy. The lesson ended and Kurt hurried to get away from his best friend and her continuous questions. As he rushed to second period, he only hoped Mercedes wouldn't tell anybody else her theories on him having a mystery guy, particularly Rachel. If Rachel heard about it then she'd host an intervention, probably jumping to conclusions of him seeing somebody from a rival Glee club.

In his free period, Kurt headed to the library to meet Artie. Normally, the two friends would work together on their biology homework. Kurt however pulled out Puck's math book and did the Jewish boys homework for him. He wasn't entirely sure why he bothered because he doubted Puck would even show up to his math class to hand it in. Kurt smiled proudly at himself for how well he imitated Puck's surprisingly neat handwriting anyway.

At lunch, Kurt found himself trapped at a table between Mercedes and Tina with Rachel sat opposite him with a serious expression on her face.

"Kurt Hummel, you have to tell us who your secret boyfriend is." Rachel said without preamble just as Finn and Puck joined their table.

"Secret boyfriend?" Puck asked sounding highly amused as he looked Kurt up and down. "Not bad Porcelain." He winked but only Kurt saw it. "Is this boyfriend of yours hot?" Then came a smirk.

"There is no secret boyfriend." Kurt gritted out between his teeth. "Sorry to disappoint you all. I don't know where you thought up such a ludicrous idea." He glared at Mercedes knowing this was all her doing.

"Come on Kurt, we're your friends." Tina said. "You know you can tell us. We'd be happy for you."

"I appreciate that T." Kurt answered. "But I will repeat in full honesty that there is no boyfriend. Clearly Mercedes is living in a fantasy world."

"I don't get it," Finn mumbled in confusion as he shovelled down his hot dog. "Is there a boyfriend or not."

"No." Kurt replied at the same time Puck and the girls said, "Yes."

"Just tell us the guy's name and we'll let the matter drop for now." Rachel compromised.

"I keep telling you, there is no guy." Kurt huffed.

"Come on, don't be shy." Puck smirked. "You can tell us about this hot new boy toy of yours."

"Ok fine," Kurt sighed and the girls straightened up eagerly in their seats, Finn paused mid-chew to listen and Puck simply raised an eyebrow in amusement. "His name is Joe King; he's seventeen years old, tall, dark and handsome and can often be found in the company of Spiderman, The Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause." That said, Kurt wrenched his arm out of Mercedes and Tina's hold and made his escape.

"Wow, Kurt's new boyfriend knows Spiderman?" Finn asked excitedly. Puck took it upon himself to whack his friend round the back of the head for his stupidity.

By the time Glee club came about, Kurt had been cornered by Brittany, Santana and Quinn; the three Cheerio's trying to extract information from him that he simply couldn't give because what they wanted to hear wasn't even true. Even Artie, Mike and Sam showed an interest in the mystery boyfriend Kurt didn't have but everyone thought he did.

Upon entering the choir room, Kurt was relieved to find it was empty. He had worried that the others would already be there and pin him down and torture him for false information. Taking a seat, he managed to relax for a few minutes before Puck swaggered through the door and he felt himself tense up.

He kept his eyes down, pretending to search through his bag, and heard Puck sit behind him. Placing his bag down, he tried to act calm. That seemingly simple task proved difficult when Puck draped his arms over his shoulders and moved his head so that his mouth was by Kurt's ear.

"So tell me about this boyfriend." Puck grinned.

"Shut up." Kurt replied crossing one leg over the other to disguise the fact Puck's breath dancing over his ear turned him on.

"Does this boyfriend ever let you ride his motorcycle?" Puck asked.

"You're thinking dirty things right now, I just know it." Kurt answered.

"Well I'm always thinking dirty things." Puck said. "Unless I'm at Temple with my nana or babysitting my kid sister."

Kurt rolled his eyes before twisting in his chair so that he was facing Puck. He thought the other boy would pull his arms away when he moved but he didn't. Puck's arms were still draped around his neck but his mouth was no longer by his ear. In fact, Puck's lips were just an inch away from Kurt's own.

"The others are never going to believe I'm telling the truth about not having a boyfriend are they?" Kurt asked with a frown.

"Sure they will." Puck replied. "Or at least, they'll believe you don't have a boyfriend when you just be honest with them and say you've got the hots for me."

"I do not have the hots for you." Kurt sneered as he turned back round in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You sure about that?" Puck asked huskily as he gripped the bulge in Kurt's pants.

"That's not because of you." Kurt snapped as he slapped Puck's hand away and then moved a few seats away. "That's just teenage hormones."

"Sure it is Porcelain." Puck replied as he relaxed in his own chair just as Rachel entered with Mr. Schue.

Glee club finished and Kurt was the first out of the choir room. Usually he would linger to talk and say goodbye to his friends, but he didn't like the idea of facing yet another interrogation. He had planned to walk home, but his feet directed him to Puck's bike.

"Hey Hailey." Kurt greeted as he ran his fingers across the handlebars. "You won't tease me about boys will you… great, I'm holding a one-sided conversation with a two-wheeled vehicle." He scoffed at his own behaviour.

He only had to wait a few minutes before Puck came into view. The guitar player smiled when he got nearer and handed Kurt the spare helmet.

"I thought you might have walked home." Puck said as he pulled his own helmet on.

"I did plan to." Kurt answered.

"Couldn't resist me huh?" Puck asked arrogantly as he waited for Kurt to climb up behind him. "Can't say I blame you, I am fucking hot."

"Yes, modest too." Kurt replied sarcastically.

As Puck drove him home, Kurt was certain the boy was speeding but there was nothing he could do save for clutching tightly to Puck and letting out the occasional yelp of fright. Coming to a stop outside his house, Kurt found his dad sitting on the doorstep waiting for him with an angry look on his face.

"Oh Gaga, I'm in trouble." Kurt whispered as he hopped off the bike and handed Puck the helmet.

"Thought I told you not to ride that thing." Burt said as he stood up and walked down the garden, clearly not happy.

"Don't be like that Mr. H." Puck spoke up with a smirk. "Kurt really enjoys riding with me." He blatantly looked to Kurt's crotch. "Maybe I should help you out with that problem." Puck suggested and Kurt's eyes widened in horror while Burt looked ready to kill.

"You touch my kid and I'll knock your head off punk." Burt threatened as he grabbed his son's arm and pulled him towards him protectively.

"Relax; your boy's still innocent." Puck told him as he started up his bike. "For now." He added with a smirk and a wink before driving off.

"Kurt…" Burt started as he led his son up to the house.

"I know," Kurt sighed. "I'm totally grounded."

To Be Continued

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