Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Tony and Maxxie.
Chapter 3:
"Good morning Noah," Nella and Maxxie said simultaneously as he entered the kitchen. He didn't return the greeting and instead went directly to the fridge to get something to drink. His mouth felt like there were cottons stuck in it. His head also hurt like a bitch. He couldn't remember how he had gotten home last night but he knew that he definitely had too much booze. He quickly opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of juice and drank straight from it.
"What's the point of partying all night and drinking booze when you wouldn't even remember what happened the next day?" Maxxie asked with an eyebrow raise as he took the carton of juice from him and replaced it with a glass of water and Advil.
"For the record, I remembered what happened last night," he said as he took the Advil and washed it down with water. "I've met Kurt Hummel," he added. That being said, he also remembered the sadness in those blue eyes when their eyes had briefly met before the brunet left because of humiliation. And now that he was reminded of it, he felt like the biggest asshole on earth. He had unknowingly humiliated a person because of two hundred dollar. He had now the sudden urge to vomit.
"Kurt Hummel?" Maxxie and Nella asked simultaneously. Their voices full of awe. Puck was lost, the urge to throw up diminished.
"Yeah, aside from Rachel Berry and her other friends," he answered as he took a seat across his sister and grabbed a slice of toast. Maxxie followed suit as he placed a plate in front of him and filled it with scrambled eggs and two Hungarian sausages. Puck's mouth watered at the sight of food. He muttered thanks.
"You are so lucky. Kurt Hummel is almost a celebrity," Maxxie said matter-of-factly as he nibbled on his toast. "So how is he like? Is he a bitch or something?"
Puck shrugged. The only communication he and Kurt Hummel had was just too brief. Their bodies just did the talking and Puck wouldn't exactly divulge that fact in front of his younger sister. "He just seemed guarded," he said and that was true. He had felt the discomfort emanating from Kurt's body when he had performed on top of him. He knew that rich people had tendencies to be over confident but Kurt was the opposite.
"Is he beautiful in person?" Nella asked eagerly. Blame the society pages for making celebrity addicts out of the two.
"Yes," he answered without hesitation. He remembered how Kurt's blue green eyes flashed in embarrassment when he had almost dry humped the brunet on the table. Nevertheless, those eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had seen in a long time. Kurt's lips looked inviting as well and his smooth pale skin contrasted beautifully against his tanned one. Puck also remembered how soft the brunet felt against him. He rarely appreciated a guy's look. Not because he was straight. Or wasn't gay. He considered himself in between. He believed in that quote, 'you fall in love with a person, not with the gender'. Equality among men. "He smelled so good too," he added without skipping a beat as he wolfed down his scrambled eggs.
"So you have a crush on him now?" Nella asked point blank. "You have that gooey look on your face," she added and Maxxie laughed out loud.
Puck shook his head. "Nah." He was currently in love with someone else and silly crushes had no space in him. He glanced at Maxxie to check his reaction. The blonde had his eyebrows raised.
"Kurt Hummel is one the prettiest in this town," Maxxie said. "You're too choosy for your own good."
Puck just shrugged. Kurt Hummel was beautiful, he'd give him that but he was not his type. Plus, he would be too high maintenance to keep.
***!***
"Hey princess."
Kurt looked up from his laptop and saw his best friend Tony standing at his doorway, carrying a brown paper bag with his favorite coffee shop logo. It was already eleven in the morning on a Sunday and he was still in his pajamas. As soon as he woke up, he had decided to stay in bed the whole day and do mundane things like right now, he was currently downloading new songs for his IPod. He had to forget what had happened last night. It was not one of his shining moments.
"Heard about what happened last night from Cedes," Tony said as he handed him his double caramel macchiato. Kurt sighed. So much for trying to forget last night.
"Yeah, my walk of shame," he said as he reached inside the paper bag and took out a bagel. "Can't believe Santana did that."
Tony rolled his eyes. "She's a bitch and it's normal for her to do it. Plus, there's the alcohol which turned her from normal bitch to crazy bitch."
Kurt laughed at Tony's analogy. He felt a little better now but he still felt uncomfortable every time he remembered last night.
"Mohawk was the stripper last night," he said and Tony immediately choked on his coffee.
"The one you're stalking?" Tony said which earned him a smack on the head from Kurt.
"I was really surprised when I saw him," Kurt said as he nibbled on his bagel. "And god Tone, he looked so fine." He was not going to pretend that he didn't like what he'd seen last night.
"You sound like a pervert," Tony teased.
"Coming from another pervert, that's actually a nice compliment," he retorted and Tony just laughed at him.
"Want to come to Finn's bachelor party?" Tony asked, changing the subject. "I know you haven't exactly enjoyed Rachel's party."
Kurt contemplated for a while. Well, he could use some fun tonight to forget the disaster last night.
"Count me in."
***!***
Puck pulled to a stop in front of Club Hyacinth. He cut the engine and pulled out the key from the ignition. He stared briefly at the magnificent lawn of the country club. He couldn't believe that after eighteen hours, he would set foot again in this place. Well, it was inevitable.
"I'm sorry for dragging you here. I know you've been tired from yesterday," Maxxie said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Chad's fever has wrong timing," the blonde added as he reached for his bag from the backseat.
Puck glanced at his best friend and said, "I can't exactly let you go alone." He pushed open the driver's side door and climbed out as he handed his keys to the valet. Weekend at Club Hyacinth was starting to grow on him. What's with this club and rich people anyway?
"Yeah and I owe you one," Maxxie said as they walked side by side toward the main entrance. They simultaneously flashed their VIP cards at the guard and the latter let them in with a muttered good evening.
"Are you pole dancing?" Puck asked as they were led to a private room booked for the performers.
"Yeah, they specifically asked for it," Maxxie answered as they stepped inside the room. It was the same room he and Ross had used yesterday. Maxxie started to strip his clothes off and Puck immediately looked away. He knew that Maxxie wouldn't mind but he still felt the need to give the blonde his privacy while he wore his costume.
"And Chad's pole dancing too?" Puck asked as he looked at the ceiling. Chad just normally danced and stripped during performances. Only Maxxie had the talent for pole dancing. Puck now wondered Chad's part on the performance which would be his part now as Chad's reliever.
Maxxie shook his head. "Chad is just a chaperon. I will perform alone."
Puck peeled his eyes from the ceiling and looked at his best friend in disbelief. The disbelief went a notch higher as his eyes landed on Maxxie's costume which barely covered the blonde's lithe body. Maxxie was wearing a black lacy underwear and a black tight midriff top which showed Maxxie's flat stomach. He knew that Maxxie wore little clothes when he pole danced so he could perform comfortably. But this particular outfit was too sexy and revealing.
"Chaperon?" Puck asked as soon as he found his voice. He had the sudden urge to drag Maxxie out of the room and manhandle him to his car so they could go home. But of course, Maxxie wouldn't allow it. "And is that outfit too revealing?"
Maxxie just rolled his eyes. "You've been naked on the stage Noah," the blonde reminded. Well, he'd been but only for five seconds tops. He remembered how the crowd had gone crazy when he showed his junk.
"Don't change the subject Maxxie."
"Relax, they are all straight guys in there. It's not like they'll be attracted to me."
"Straight or not, you're hot Max," Puck said and he almost slapped himself from saying that. Thankfully, Maxxie just rolled his eyes.
"I still got twenty minutes before the show. You want to see my moves?" Maxxie asked as he started to stretch his legs for warm up.
He shook his head, "Save it for the show." Puck walked to the wet bar to grab a beer. Maxxie was still oblivious. Puck needed to learn to shut up sometimes. He couldn't let another slip like that to happen.
***!***
"Fuck Kurt, I have to bang him." It was the third time Tony had said that sentence and Kurt just looked at his best friend incredulously. He couldn't really blame Tony. The pole dancer/stripper they hired looked adorable and sexy at the same time. He remembered how Finn had the surprise of a life time when he had taken off his blindfold and the blonde performer started stripping in front of him until his black lacy underwear and midriff top were left. Now, he watched as the blonde performed on the makeshift pole. No wonder the blonde looked fit. Pole dancing was an extreme exercise.
"Your language is amusing," Kurt teased as he sipped his appletini. He was really glad he joined the party. At least here, no girl drama was involved. Sometimes, he needed a break with that kind of stuff. He should hang out more with his stepbrother's friends.
"I will let him ride my cock and then make him scream," Tony continued and Kurt knew that Tony had too much to drink. Kurt ignored his best friend and continued to watch the blonde and admire his flexibility on the pole. He wondered if he could learn pole dancing. He reminded himself to search for classes. It'd be really good to keep his body fit.
Kurt didn't notice that Tony had left his side and now, he was looking at his best friend who was now talking to the blonde. Kurt somehow knew that the conversation was not about Tony complimenting the blonde for his sultry performance. Kurt quickly stood up from his seat and walked toward the couple.
"I'm sorry sir but I don't do that," the blonde was saying as Kurt approached.
"Showing your ass like that and you don't want to be fucked? Seriously?" Tony said sarcastically as he snaked his arm around the blonde's waist and pulled him close. The blonde's hands were pushing against Tony's chest. "Babe, don't play hard to get."
Kurt bit his lower lip as he grabbed Tony's arm. "C'mon Tone, leave him alone. You're drunk." Kurt glanced helplessly at his stepbrother but the latter was busily talking to Sam Evans and Mike Chang.
"Kurt I got this. He's just playing virginal prude, " Tony said then he turned his attention back to the blonde, grabbed the back of the blonde's head and kissed him hard.
Kurt pulled Tony away but Tony was stronger and he was drunk. Kurt knew that Tony was unstoppable when alcohol was in his system.
"Ooomph, no please," the blonde pleaded in between Tony's bruising kisses. "NOAAAAH!" The blonde managed to scream and the door of the private room flew open revealing a guy. It was Noah Puckerman, Puck for short. Kurt would not forget the name. What the hell was he doing here? And then it occurred to him that the blonde and Noah were probably co-workers.
Tony got startled from the scream and he immediately released the blonde. The blonde quickly walked in Noah Puckerman's arms and sobbed on his chest.
"What's going on?" Puck asked in a confused tone.
"I just want to bang him, is that a crime now?" Tony asked and Kurt just wanted to shut him up. Puck looked like he was ready to kill anyone who would just lift a finger. "He looks so fuckable in that tight underwear, I can imagine – " The rest of the sentence was cut off when Puck punched Tony on the face. Tony staggered backward and Puck punched him again.
"Oh god stop it!" Kurt screamed as Tony landed on the floor. The guys were now surrounding them and were ready to pounce but Kurt waved a hand at them to stop then he looked up at Puck. "You don't have to punch him. Can't you see he's drunk?"
Puck snorted. "Who cares? He's going to rape my best friend and you expect me to give him flowers?"
Kurt stood up immediately. "Rape? That's a strong accusation Mr. Puckerman," Kurt said and Puck looked surprise that his name was mentioned. Then Puck's face cleared when he recognized Kurt but the anger was still etched on it.
"Dude, you have thirty seconds to get your ass out of here before I call the police for assaulting my friend." Kurt heard Finn said from behind him.
Puck clenched his jaw and said nothing. Kurt watched as Puck took off his leather jacket and draped it around the blonde then Puck's eyes turned to him.
"I was supposed to look for you and apologize for what happened last night but I guess we're even now," Puck said, "I had thought that you're different from other rich people. Defending that asshole was just classy. You're just like the rest of them." That being said, Puck led the blonde out of the room.
Kurt just stood there like he was thrown a bucket of ice cold water. This night was even worst than last night.
TBC..All mistakes are mine.
