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Chapter 2.
Kurt had no clue what was going on. Everything had happened so quickly; it was so much to take it. And taking this in was not an easy task.
He would have pulled away, but Puck had a power over him. Not only in a physical manner, but mentally as well. Even though Kurt didn't know what was happening, he did know that this was exactly what he had wanted to happen. So he didn't resist at all.
Puck was no better. He didn't know what was going on either. It hadn't even registered in his mind that he had kissed Kurt until he finally stopped doing it. All he knew then were two things. The first was that he had just kissed Kurt. But the second, and reassuring thing was that he had also shut the boy up for the time being. Now he just had to make sure Kurt didn't open his mouth about anything.
"Uh… wh… what was that?" Kurt asked, still in a daze from the collision of their lips. But, truth be told, he didn't really want an answer. An answer would just ruin the moment for him. Puck, thestraight guy whom he was crushing on, his brother's best friend, the school bully, had just kissed him. Under what pretences, it didn't matter. The only thing on Kurt's mind was the kiss. There was no room for anything else.
Puck tried to not look like he enjoyed the kiss, because he didn't want Kurt to get the wrong idea, but he also didn't want Kurt to think he was scheming. So he decided to just stand there and look coy.
Kurt was thinking that none of this was real. This had to be too good to be true. There was no way, no way in hell, that Puck was into him. And he was right, but Puck wasn't going to let him realize that.
When the football player decided it was finally time to speak, he did so in a distant tone. "I didn't know how else to get you to calm down."
Kurt took the feeling in emitted from Puck's voice as nervousness, and that confused him even more. He just had to know for sure. So he asked.
"Puck…" Kurt struggled to get out. He paused after because he was fearful of what Puck may do to him. He had just beaten him up only a few minutes ago. The last thing Kurt wanted was to make him angry again. But that would have to be pushed back for a moment. Kurt needed to ask. So he finished. "… Are you gay?"
As soon as Puck heard the words exit Kurt's mouth he fired right back up. But he controlled himself. He didn't allow himself to even so much as yell. This was something Puck had never done in his entire life. And he had also realized why. He didn't like it. He would really have much rather just punched Kurt in the face and been done with the whole situation. But, like he had already told himself, this was Finn's brother, and he didn't need any more bad blood between him and his friend.
"Come on, Princess," Puck struggled to say calmly. "You know better than that."
Kurt looked down, and gave a sheepish smile. He did know better. Puck wasn't gay. That was a stupid idea. It was just what he had said. There was no other way to shut Kurt up. And the sad thing was, it had worked. Kurt had gone from a crying mess to a timid little boy in a matter of seconds all because of one little, meaningless kiss. And it wasn't even from his boyfriend.
Kurt gasped.
His boyfriend! Kurt had a boyfriend. And his name was Blaine. And he was supposed to meet Blaine in twenty minutes.
Kurt looked up at Puck who was now leaning over into the car window and getting his shirt from the passenger side seat. When he stood up, Kurt went right back to Queen mode. That was the only way he knew to end this situation as quickly as possible.
"Well then, you may move out of my way so that I could get in my vehicle. I have to be somewhere."
Puck had just calmed himself from the last thing to leave Kurt's mouth, and here he was going again. Ordering Puck to move. And Puck was getting angry all over again. He began to think maybe he had a problem, but that was something to think about later. Right now, if he was going to be angry, then there was only one way to keep Kurt from telling Finn. And this time it wasn't kissing him.
Puck balled his fist up and banged the door of Kurt's car. "Fuck you're faggot ass car and FUCK you! You better not tell Finn about ANY of this or I fuckin' kill you!" Puck had gone back to his comfort zone, and he felt much better. This was where he was able to function the best a he liked being able to control a situation.
Kurt was scared, but, both boys being behind their respective 'masks,' Kurt just turned his nose up with a "Hmmph," and walked around Puck to get into his car. When he was in, he peeled off. He hoped Puck thought that he was trying to be self righteous in doing so, and not that he was scared, like he really was.
Later that night, after Kurt had gone to the Anderson's house to meet Blaine, he was back in his own house, in his room, lying in his bed, with Blaine, his boyfriend.
Kurt laid with his head on Blaine's chest and the two talked. Mostly about Glee club, and how much Blaine couldn't wait to hear Blake sing. He was really excited for the whole event. Kurt was too, but only on a realistic level. He just wanted to hear his friend sing. To Blaine, it felt like there was something more behind it the excitement. But that was one of the furthest thigns in Kurt's mind for the time being.
What he really wanted to know was what had gone on with Puck. Well, that's what he knew he wanted to know anyway. What he told himself was that he didn't care what had happened: Puck was an asshole. Which was only half true. The last half being the true part.
Kurt was in such deep thought that he didn't hear Blaine calling his name.
"Kurt? Kurt? Are you asleep, hon?" Blaine asked. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. Lying in Kurt's bed, with Kurt asleep on his chest was one of Blaine's favorite things to do. Especially since they didn't get to do it very often with Finn and the rest of the Hummel-Hudson family being around all of the time. But now, Carol and Burt were gone for the weekend on some romantic getaway to Toledo. Not exactly what Blaine would consider romantic, but as long as it got them out of the house for a while.
Finn was just out, somewhere, most likely with Rachael. He was always with that girl. It was like he was more of an admirer than her boyfriend. But it seemed to work for them, so who cared?
Kurt didn't answer. He was a little tired, but he really just didn't feel like talking at the moment. So he just let Blaine believe that he was sleeping. And eventually, the white lie became true as the two boys drifted off in the bed together.
While Kurt was at peace in his bed, Puck was on his date with the girl. There would be a name to give her, but in all honesty, Puck didn't remember it himself. He was lost in thought. And not about the whole situation with Kurt either. He had done a good job a suppressing that horrific memory until it was gone.
No. He was thinking about Blake.
When he picked his date up, the first thing he noticed about her was what she had on. It was so boring. And not that Puck really cared much about women's fashion, because in the end all the clothing would just end up on the floor anyway, but then he remembered seeing the way Blake dressed.
She was so far above the rest of the girls in school. So much more sophisticated. And sexy. That was one thing no girl had any once of chance in taking away from her. She was sexy as fuck. And it wasn't the conventional sexy either, she was weird. No one in Lima had the confidence nor the audacity to present themselves in the way she did. From her long, bleached, white hair, to her ridiculously tall stack heels. She was in a lane of her own.
And all that was fine and dandy, but what made her even better was that she didn't seem to know how sexy she was. It was as if she wasn't fully aware that not a single girl could stand a chance to her. And Puck found that was what made her so attractive to him in more ways than one.
Then he remembered. She thinks I'm gay.
Those four words were going to be running through his mind all night from that point on. Which wasn't good, because he still had to chat the girl across from him up for about an hour longer so her could get her in his truck, fuck her brains out, and take her home.
If only she was a bit more interesting. She was an air head. Nothing she said held any significance in regards to anything. It was like he was talking to an infant all night. She had to be the biggest idiot he had ever met.
But her rack was nice. That made up for everything else. Well, at least for the first half hour. The thoughts of sucking her nipples, taking his dick out and titty-fucking her, were not enough to keep him invested in her conversation. So he decided it was time to cut this date short.
He stopped the girl from rambling with a quick, sexy finger to her lips.
"What'ya say we get outta here and do something' more fun," Puck said in his sexiest voice.
The girl agreed of course, being the ditz that she was. She probably thought they were going bowling or something.
After fucking the girl for about an hour - Puck had a lot of steam to work off from that day - he drove her home and then went to the park.
It was around eleven at night, so nobody was around, and Puck decided he was going to smoke a little bit of weed. He thought he dissevered after enduring that girl for as long as he did.
He reached into his back pocket and took out the blunt he had rolled for himself before leaving the house for school that morning. He then lit and and the rest was history.
After sitting on the bench, high, and out of his mind for about two hours, he saw a figure approach him. He couldn't tell, but he thought it was a girl. They were small, and he felt hair brush against his shoulder, as they sat down. He didn't know why they had sat down next to him, but he must have told them it was ok. He was so lost right now, he couldn't even remember how to spell his name the right way. But when the person spoke, he snapped back into reality.
"Why are you out here all by yourself?" Blake asked Puck. She sounded a bit concerned, probably because he appeared so ill, but even more curious.
Puck collected his thoughts, and composed himself to speak, seductively, might I add.
"Y'know. Just hangin' out. Blowin' off some steam," He said as he leant back and stretched to flex his chest. "You?"
Blake noticed his actions and giggled. She really did think that Puck was dating Kurt, but she also thought that he was the type o have a problem with flirting.
"I'm just leaving a friend's house. I'm on my way home…" she paused for a second, and gave a distressed look around at her surroundings. "But I don't really know how to get there."
Puck saw his opportunity. This was his chance to plow her. He would just offer to take her home in his truck, and seduce her before they ever left his parking spot.
He was so enthralled by that thought he had completely forgotten that he was supposed to tell her that he wasn't gay. Which, in the long run, would work out better for him than if he had told her by now.
Puck got up from the seat and stretched again, this time so that his shirt would rise up and expose his lower abs. Blake seemed to be more amused by the show than turned on, but that wouldn't stop him.
"I can get ya' home," Puck said, leaning his head towards his truck.
Blake smiled and stood up. "Oh my God, that would be so great!" she said while giving Puck a very grateful hug.
At this rate, Puck thought, I'll be ramming her in no time.
He led her to his truck, and even went the extra mile of opening her door and closing it for her. Then he got in and shone her his 'sexy smile.'
She just giggled again, seeing as she just took all of his flirting as one big show. Nothing more. She knew he wasn't serious. Or at least she wasn't going to take him seriously. That would be against her guidelines of not dating her friends boyfriends, current or ex.
Puck didn't know why she kept laughing at him. He wasn't doing anything intentionally funny. He was just doing what he normally did when he wanted to fuck. He showed his body and good looks off; made sure that the girl was aware of what she was in for. But she didn't seem to be responding the way every other girl did.
He started the truck and pulled off.
"So, where do you live?" he asked, still trying his best to charm her panties to her ankles.
She answered, still smiling, clearly amused at his efforts. "Hillcrest."
Noah was taken back when she said this. Hillcrest was the richest neighborhood in all of Lima. And she was out here, around where he lived. Not that Puck's family was poor, but they were nowhere near being considered affluent.
Blake picked up on the awe, and shock in Puck's expression and felt the need to explain herself. "Both my parents are in politics…" she said, almost sounding as if she were embarrassed by their profession.
Puck didn't see why. Any job that could make that much money was alright in his mind. Even if it meant stripping down and having sex with a horse.
Of course the first example he was able to come up with involved sex.
They drove for about twenty minutes before entering her neighborhood. It was gated, so she had to show a card ID to get in. but when they did, Puck was dumbfounded.
The homes in this area were humongous, with lush, green lawns, and every house had either a Benz, Bentley, Rolls Royce, or some other expensive and or exotic car in the drive way. Well, that is, until Puck noticed one house.
It still had the rich people vehicles in front, but he also saw a car that got him harder than any girl could have. A gleaming, black 1979 Trans Am with titanium rims. He immediately stopped the truck when he laid eyes on it, and stepped out to have a closer look.
Blake stepped out behind him. "How did you know this was my house?"
Puck spun around, still enchanted by the beautiful car that sat behind him in the driveway.
"This is your house?" he asked, his voice shaky from the horniness that was running rampant through his veins. Yes, the car actually made him horny.
Blake nodded. Puck was speechless, well, only as speechless as Puck ever could be. "And who's car is this?" he asked.
Blake smiled a bit timidly. "Mine…" she said, blushing.
Puck couldn't believe his ears, or his dick. He had never in his entire life met a girl who was into classic cars. They all wanted new Beetles, or Mini Coopers, but a Trans Am. This had to be his dream girl. And he knew right then that he wanted to get with this girl more than anything in his life. And he would get with her.
Puck slowly walked over to her, attempting to make his move, but she stopped him. The resistance she put up made him let out a low, irritated grumble. He needed to take care of his problem right then, or he was going to explode all over himself.
"I don't think Kurt would like that," Blake said.
And that was when it hit Puck. All of his flirting, all of the signals he was sending out, they weren't working, not because she wasn't attracted to him. He knew that could never have been the issue, he was fucking gorgeous. But she wasn't responding because she thought he was gay, or at least bisexual, and dating her friend.
Puck laughed. He knew that as soon as he straightened things out, he would be in her pants in no time.
"No, no, no, no. I'm not-"
"Do you want to come in?" Blake asked.
Puck stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't believe that she had just invited him into her house. At night. When the lights were out, and it didn't look like there was anyone else home to catch them having sex. Only, they weren't going to be having sex. Because, in Blake's eyes, Puck was gay. But he still had to try.
"Yeah, I'm Puck by the way," Puck said, realizing that neither of the two knew each other's name.
"I'm Blake," Blake said as she led the way to the front door.
At Kurt's, Blaine had woken up, and managed to maneuver himself from under a soundly sleeping Kurt. He sat up and noticed that Kurt's phone was lighting up form receiving a text message. Kurt never minded when Blaine read his messages, because Blaine never did it out of suspicion. He simply read them for Kurt whenever they arrived. But that was something that Kurt was going to regret allowing.
Blaine slid his thumb across the screen of the I-Phone and read the text.
'Kurt your bf is spending the night at my house, just wanted to let you know so you didn't think anything weird'
Blaine was confused for a second. Kurt cheating on him was the last thing h would have thought of happening, but then it hit him. That was just what had to be happening, because the only boyfriend of Kurt's that Blaine knew of, was sitting right here in the boy's room. Blaine shook Kurt awake.
Blaine half-yelled in a very, shaky, nervous, but still angry voice, "S… so you're cheating on me?"
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