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1. You must have 500 points to be a REAL badass
2. Everything must be voluntary (includes groping)
3. No one will know except us (Sam and Puck)
4. If you (Puck) lose, you have to walk around the school in a dress and tell everyone that you're a huge pussy
5. If I (Noah Puckerman) win, you (idiot), will leave my badassness alone and understand that I am a BEAST. Also, I get a year of free lunch and you have to tell everyone how manly and sexy I am.
Hug - 10 (you're a pussy)
Kiss - 20
Kiss (with tongues) - 50
Grope - 50
Any kind of sexual act (bj, hj, etc)- 100
Meet the parental units - 100
"I love you" - automatic win.
"Hey, Hummel."
"If you've come to make an moronic and nonsensical comment, please, keep it inside that entirely disgusting mouth of yours."
That stung, just a little. Puck drew his head back a little, indignant, and stepped in front of the soprano's locker, blocking him in. "Jesus, who pissed in your cereal this morning?"
Kurt's nose tipped up towards the ceiling and he let out a little huff of annoyance. "You did, you Neanderthal. When you threw that slushie all over my new Chanel jacket. Furthermore, I really don't have time for this."
"Yeah, sorry about that." He scratched at the thin strip of hair on his head as Kurt tried desperately to step around him (which, in the crowded hallway, was turning out to be a feat). "Listen, Hum-Kurt, I need your help."
Kurt's eyebrows disappeared into his perfect bangs. "What makes you think, after all the slushie facials and dumpster dives, that I would ever help you?"
"I was just...hoping." He let his eyes bore into Kurt's, hoping they were more green than brown that day, and bit his lip. Vulnerable, but still sexy as hell.
Kurt seemed completely unfazed. "Could you move your huge clown feet out of my way? I have French class this period."
Puck caught his arm as Kurt tried to push his way past him. "Hummel, come on, I'm begging here."
A little flicker of pity sparked in the smaller boy's marine eyes. He shook his arm out of Puck's grip and reached up to push a few fingers through his bangs, obviously considering Puck's plea for help. In his right pocket, Puck's fingers were crossed.
"And what do I get in return here, Puckerman?"
A huge grin split over Puck's face; he didn't even try to hide it. Kurt's mouth ticked upward. "I'll buy you a freaking drink, babe! Whatever! Just help me!"
Kurt sighed, sounding positively irritated, and swept past him.
Puck watched him walk away, noting the little sway in his girly hips, and wondered just how long Kurt would last until he was wrapped around Puck's finger.
"No, Puckerman, this leg!" Kurt's warm hand found Puck's thigh, his fingers warm through the jock's jeans. Puck growled, irritated, and tried again. "No, it's like -"
"When am I ever going to use this?"
Puck had thought it was a clever plan: ask Kurt to teach him how to dance, then seduce the hell out of him once they were in the empty classroom alone.
However, the plan had its flaws.
Flaws such as the fact that Puck really couldn't dance the waltz.
Puck cursed, averting his eyes as Kurt sighed and unbuttoned the first three buttons on his Chanel dress shirt, face flushed considerably from the cardio.
"Your wedding, prom, whenever. It's a highly appreciated skill." He passed a few fingers over his perfect bangs, grasping Puck's shoulder tighter as they started to move again. Puck swore again as his foot slipped the wrong way and Kurt's pointed-toe boot came down on his converse. "If you didn't want to learn, then why did you ask for help?"
He hid a smirk. If only you knew, Hummel. "It impresses the ladies."
Kurt's blue-green eyes rolled, snatching Puck's fingers as the jock's hand slid lower down his back. "My left shoulder blade, Puckerman, not my ass."
"In your dreams." He tried viciously to keep the color from seeping into his cheeks. "My arm is getting tired."
Kurt glanced toward the window, watching the rain slip down the glass, momentarily distracted before Puck's foot stomped heavily down on his toes.
The soprano squeaked, but didn't stop. Seizing his entire upper-body strength, he dropped Puck into a low dip and then jerked him back up again. Puck beamed.
"Now that is a stud move. Teach me?"
Kurt sighed. "Alright, put your hands...Yeah, right there."
Puck hid his smug smile as his muscled arm fit around Kurt perfectly, holding him close. He could feel Kurt's chest pressed into his, his thigh bent between Puck's legs.
"Now, just let me drop a little." Kurt leaned back in Puck's arms, making him loosen his grip. Puck tried not to focus on the way Kurt's arching back felt under his hands, how the exposed skin from his unbuttoned skirt looked utterly delectable.
Because Kurt was hot.
He had admitted it to himself many times before, but now, with Kurt so close to him, he felt the heat of pure lust rushing through him.
Not that it was an unfamiliar emotion to Puck.
He had a thing for tight pants and suspenders.
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