Title: Words Get In The Way
Author: Fatebegins (http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/)
Rating: NC-17 / M
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Purt/Puckurt).
Summary: Kurt's insecurities lead to disastrous consequences.
Disclaimer: No Glee don't belong to me or to fatebegins, this history is not mine! But I have permission to post it here! (The original post: http:// community .livejournal .com/puckurt/449823 .html)
Warning: Futurfic, MPREG, This is crazy AU. Like honestly, the only things that remain the same are that Kurt was a gleek.
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Kurt sat behind the desk in his father's office, staring pensively at Noah through the window as he handed a fake plastic tramp her car keys, a smile lingering on his face. The bimbo was batting her lashes and smiling back at Noah as he wiped his hands on a handkerchief, sticking it in his back pocket casually. Kurt's hand's tightened on his pencil dangerously. This was the fourth time "Mrs. Carter" had been at the garage in two weeks. Which may not be too suspicious but the woman was driving a brand new lexus, it was hard to believe that the car would have so many problems. Kurt envisioned ripping her perfectly blonde head off. She reminded him of Quinn, perfect, blonde , Cheerio Quinn who Kurt had watched jealously from his locker as she and Noah had walked past him in the halls, the perfect king and queen, not even acknowledging his presence.
Okay so maybe, maybe he'd had a small thing for Noah Puckerman in high school and how pathetic was that? To secretly dream about the same guy who only knew you existed when it came time to throw you in the dumpster. That was one of the reasons why when he had returned to Lima on a short visit two and a half years ago, Kurt had been sure that Noah's flirtatious glances and slight touches where all an elaborate ploy to humiliate him for old times sake, that or the football player was a real light weight and drunk off his ass. Either way Kurt had bolted and it had taken weeks of Noah practically hounding him for Kurt to be able to give into living one of his oldest fantasies and give them a try.
Kurt smiled softly as he remembered the day everything had come to a head. He had let himself into his house to find Noah sitting on his bedroom in the dark. It had been just the two of them and they had finally talked, like really talked, without Kurt wanting to bolt or look around for his old tormentors, Puck's teammates. Brittle laughter cut through the air and Kurt looked up just in time to see the housewife lay her heavily jeweled hand on Noah's forearms. He watched as Noah made no move to back away and then really did break his pencil in half.
His dad came in and looked at Kurt questioningly, " Problem son?"
Kurt looked back down at his sketch pad, "Nothing. I'm just working on the Calvin sketches"
Burt Hummel wasn't too keen on the gay thing but he had accepted his son a long time ago. But accepting his Kurt, the little boy who would smear lipstick on himself while studying the mouth of his Malibu Barbie studiously, as being in a relationship with Noah Puckerman, that was another thing. Noah may be one of his best mechanics but he sure as hell wasn't good enough for his only son. Now looking at Kurt's sour expression and following his gaze to where it rested on an oblivious Puck, Burt knew he was right. Every time Kurt was unhappy, Noah Puckerman was at the center of the cause.
Burt wiped his hands awkwardly and looked over the etchings on the paper which turned out to be, not clothing, but that Puckerman kids face, captured from every possible angle. He grunted, "They must be really interested in Noah."
"Wha?" He looked down and flipped the page hurriedly, a soft blush covering his cheeks, " That was an old page." he held the book up, sketches of mens suits and pants, " This is what I was working on."
Burt nodded in agreement and sat down. He watched Kurt with a smile as his son turned the pages and explained some of his favorite designs.
When he reached the coveralls, Burt was impressed. "Guess the old man inspired you eh?" looks a lot like the uniforms we wear around here."
Kurt arched one brow and then looked from the sketches to Burt, then back to the sketches, "I don't even see the comparison."
"That's a coverall" he pointed
"No" Kurt corrected slowly, 'That is a fabulous men's jumpsuit that I created."
"Nice coveralls baby" Noah entered the air conditioned office, sauntering past Burt and turned Kurt's face to kiss him slowly.
Burt fumed. He hated seeing this and by the look that Puckerman kid gave him when he pulled back, Burt knew that the brat had an idea of how he felt about seeing them together.
"You think?" Kurt's face had turned soft
"Yep. I want first dibs on the prototypes, it'll spice up my look."
"Okay" Kurt smiled happily
Burt Hummel was officially bewildered. There were things he would apparently never understand about his son. When he saw the young couple move to kiss again he coughed loudly. Puck laughed
Burt frowned, "Kurt, did you maybe want to go out for dinner tonight? There's a new seafood restaurant opening up, thought it'd be nice, or…cool, to check it out."
Kurt's face lit up, "I've heard of it. I have the perfect Burberry check mini gingham shirt to go with that ambiance." he looked at Noah hopefully, " Coming?"
Noah shook his head, " Class tonight remember?"
Kurt sighed, "How could I forget. You have something class or class related every night." he began gathering up his materials that had somehow ended up scattered across the desk through out the course of the day "Looks like it's me and you tonight old man" he smiled tightly, "I'll go home and pick out something for you to wear."
"Kurt" Puck began but the smaller man was already brushing past him and out the door. Puck sighed then turned to Burt, "What'd I do?"
Burt studied him for a moment. The whole entire exchange seemed cut and dry to Burt who had a lifetime of experience interpreting Kurt conversation. It seemed pretty obvious that Kurt, for reasons which he would never understand, actually wanted to spend more time with the Puckerman kid. Instead of explaining this to the smug mechanic , he shrugged instead, "Who knows how his mind works?"
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