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Their game is complicated. Entice, arouse, tease, bait. Can't tell anyone about the game. Can't show outward signs of playing. Can't treat the other any differently—in public. You lose if you give in, and you lose if someone on the outside finds out. And although it's never been said aloud, they both know that the game ends in sex.
Kurt has been trying out different looks. He hasn't gone full-out diva since entering the game. He's done rock star, boy band, sailor boy, sparkly pink gay, sinfully tight, so-much-skin-it-should-be-against-school-rules, suave and debonair, and, surprisingly, jock. He has answered all the gleeks' and cheerleaders' questions with, "A fashion experiment." Which was true; he has concluded that Puck really likes him in tight clothing.
Puck has taken to singing and dancing. He makes sure that when Mike and Matt are free-styling during a song, he's there, too. He also volunteers for more solos and fights to take some away from Finn; they're not on good terms, so what does it matter if he makes it worse? His showcasing makes him more popular with the gleeks. Especially after doing "Dancing Through Life"—you can never go wrong with Wicked. Everyone, surprised at his new enthusiasm, chalks it up to Puck stepping out of his box, Puck finally growing up, Puck trying to prove something to Quinn.
No one knew what was really going on.
There are only three days left. Three days, including the weekend. Puck is starting to worry; he hadn't thought it would be this hard to get some fairy into his bed. Of course, Kurt's strength of character, Kurt's audacity and intensity, had been what had attracted him in the first place. But if he didn't fuck the male cheerleader before Monday, his badass-ness would seriously take a hit. It wasn't about sex anymore—well, not only about sex—; it was about getting Kurt to give in.
He needed to up his game.
Starting his nightly skincare routine, Kurt lets his mind wonder to a certain jock, as it usually does. Playing this game has only told him one thing: Puck wanted him, he honestly wanted him. The mohawk-ed beefcake wanted to switch teams, at least momentarily, for someone he used to throw into a dumpster every other morning. It was flattering, if not a bit daunting. If he decided to pursue this, to see the game until the end, his first everything would belong to Puck. There would be no flowers or slow dancing or dates at his favorite restaurant. It would be completely different from any romantic fantasy he'd ever dreamed up. His introduction to the adult world would be as another conquest of a sex-charged teen.
And what was wrong with that? It wasn't like casual sex was some unforgivable crime, depending on your belief system, and sex with Puck was bound to be spectacular. The rumors alone were enough to fulfill his teenage libido. And he wasn't going to just take it like some blushing girl. No, he was a man. Hell, that might even be the reason why the jock was so intent on bedding him; maybe Puck just wanted to try something different. Anyway, the reasoning didn't even matter because the diva was going to take this opportunity, and he was going to do it in his usual blaze of bravado and beauty.
Capping the last bottle, Kurt lays out an especially enticing outfit and sets his alarm to Legally Blonde: The Musical's "Bend and Snap". He wants to wake up psyched and confident about his plan.
It is after-school glee practice and Puck is waiting outside the choir room door. He had actually texted Mr. Schue the night before and told him he wanted to perform a song. Mr. Schue had agreed, stating that the only thing he had planned was a run-through of blah, blah, blah, Puck stopped listening. He then texted Mike and Matt and told them what he was doing and what he wanted them to do. They had both enjoyed the idea, and they rehearsed the performance at ten o'clock last night.
So now Puck is waiting for his cue, in an outfit Kurt will hopefully appreciate, and hoping to god that a jock doesn't walk by. But then he realizes that he has nothing to worry about; he's a badass, he's got a mean left hook, and if those excuses don't work, he can just bash any fucktard's head in with his shoes.
While contemplating his new appreciation for footwear, he hears, "And now Puck has decided to surprise us all with a song."
'Oh, it's not just the song that'll surprise you,' the teen thinks as he enters the classroom in a flourish. He freezes in a sensual pose at the doorway and lets his fellow gleeks take in the sight before them: Puck, with arm-length leather gloves, a tight leather vest that laces in the front, black booty shorts, black fishnets, sliver platform stripper high heels, a string of huge fake pearls, and dolled up with gaudy dark makeup.
He sings as their jaws drop, taking a new pose at every sting.
"How d'you do? I see you've met my faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman.
"Don't get strung out by the way that I look," he saunters to the center of the room.
"Don't judge a book by its cover," on "cover" he pulls at his vest.
"I'm not much of a man," pelvic thrust, "by the light of day,
But by night I'm one hell of a lover," he swivels his hips.
He begins to caress himself as he sings, "I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.
So let me show you around," he holds his hand out to Mike sitting in front of him, who then abruptly stands; "maybe play you a sound," this repeats with Matt to his other side.
"You look like you're both pretty groovy." The two dancers body-roll.
"Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal," Puck sits sideways, stretching out over the newly unoccupied chairs and leaning his back against a giggling Brittany's shoulder.
"We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
Matt and Mike share the next verse, switching between lines.
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
Puck continues singing.
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic." He gets up and places himself between Matt and Mike again. By now everyone is laughing.
"By the light of the night when it all seems alright," he grabs their outside hands
"I'll get you a satanic mechanic," and twirls the two back into their chairs and sashays around the room, gaining many catcalls from the gleeks, mostly the girls.
So why don't you stay for the night?" he suggests to Brad the pianist as Mike and Matt echo his last words. "Or maybe a bite?" he whispers to a very disturbed Mr. Schue.
He then approaches Artie who covers his eyes good-naturedly. "I could show you my favourite obsession."
He climbs the wide steps, passing Finn and stroking his hair, earning himself a glower as he sings, "I've been making a man," he then blows a kiss at Jesse, "with blond hair and a tan,"
He travels to other side of the room, stopping behind a certain soprano.
"And he's good for relieving my tension," he sings lowly in Kurt's ear.
The hooker-jock struts back to the front of the room to finish his song proudly. Those who know the words sing along with him.
"I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.
So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab.
I see you shiver with antici... pation!
But maybe the rain isn't really to blame
So I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom!"
He poses at the final sting of the piano and everyone, minus Finn because he's actually very uncomfortable with direct gayness, applauds. He takes a few bows, allowing everyone to take his performance as the joke is was meant to be but also trying to see if he had affected Kurt with his show.
The male diva is acting like everyone else: clapping, laughing, and chattering about his outfit.
Puck acknowledges his defeat as he does a few turns and answers questions about his getup. Where did you get those shoes? Why didn't you tell me you were going to do this? You put on your own makeup, didn't you?
Then Mr. Schue announces that practice is over and to have a nice weekend. The mohawk-ed teen nods his goodbyes and heads to the bathroom to change. When he finishes washing his face, the mirror reflects Kurt standing behind him.
"Come home with me," the blue-eyed boy commands casually. "My dad will be out all weekend. I told him to go fishing with his friends."
"Sweet." He tries to keep his voice nonchalant, not wanting to turn Kurt off with smug satisfaction. He had WON. He was still a badass.
The soprano rolls his eyes at the smirk leaking onto Puck's face. "Oh, please. I was going to invite you over with or without you having to cross-dress."
The mohawk-ed teen's face drops a little at the statement before perking up. "But I was hot, right?"
Kurt seems to deliberate for a moment before letting out a smirk of his own. "Next time, let me put on your makeup."
No one sees Puck get into the sleek Lincoln Navigator.
Yay! Chapter two done! God, I'm supposed to be writing an essay. I'm late as is! So you must all love me for my sacrifice. JK. I hoped you liked it. And don't worry, it's not over. The next chapter is pretty much just sex. I don't know when that'd be up, though; I'm kinda uncomfortable with writing smut. The story's good as is, though. But if a smut fairy hits me with pervert dust, the next chapter'll be up soon. Much luv!