A/N: I would like to start off by saying thank you for the kind reviews. It means a lot since this is my first fanfiction and everything. I've been writing for most of my life and have rp'd for a long time, but never really thought I'd be able to write a good fanfiction. So telling me I'm doing a good job with portraying the characters and you're interested in what I'm writing about inspires me with self-confidence. So thank you very much because it is really appreciated.

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, only Puckurtsies would watch it because it would just be excuse after excuse for them to fool around. No plot. No storyline. Just pure smut.

So I obviously/unfortunately don't own it

Now without further ado, here's chapter three!

Kurt had to admit that working in the shop with Puck wasn't nearly as bad as he'd originally thought it was going to be. Granted once Puck had stopped asking him ten thousand questions on what he should do next… and now Puck wasn't working as much as he was playing with some paper clips at the office desk. The floors had been swept and mopped, the stock shelves were reorganized and inventory had been taking. Puck had even washed all the cars that were waiting to be picked up by their owners. However, Puck's pesky truck seemed to have an almost endless amount of problems. There was a hole the size of a tennis ball in the muffler, the carburetor needed to be replaced, as well as the spark plugs and while it was in he thought it a pretty good idea to change the much worn brake pads. It was seriously a miracle that his truck was even able to come to a stop, let alone the fact that it hadn't fallen apart on the road yet.

"Dude when are you going to be done?" Puck asked as he wandered out of the office, clearly bored with the desk supplies he'd been playing with. The guy was a complete child, no a dog would better describe it because at least a child took naps. Kurt was about a pestering question away from taking a laser pointer out and shining it at the wall as a mode of entertainment for Puck. Unfortunately Kurt needed his hands for a moment as he let out a low groan, fitting the last brake pad in place. Kurt's eyes shot over at Puck who had an innocent expression on his face as he leaned against the metallic counter of the shop.

"Don`t call me dude." Kurt said simply as he took a few tentative steps around the old truck. Checking to make double sure that everything was perfect. Nothing that left his hands could ever be less than that, it was a perfectionist thing. "I'm done now. You're welcome by the way." Kurt said with a hint of disdain in his voice as he lowered the car down from the lift and handed Puck the keys. Hopefully the damn thing would start because he really wanted Puckerman out of his hair, he was covered in truck grease and it was seriously going to hinder his moisturizing routine. A smile instantly spread across Puck's lips as he took the keys eagerly and climbed into the driver's side door and slammed it.

"Hummel, you seriously rock." Puck said when the engine roared to life; slowly he backed his truck out of the garage and waved at Kurt as he drove off. Kurt felt a smile tug at his lips as he gave a small wave back, he was almost a little sad to see him go. As irritating as Noah Puckerman was, there was never really a dull moment and on the rare occasion that there was silence between them it was a comfortable one. Kurt opened a moist towelette gently rubbing at the grease that had somehow made its way to his face. Some might find it strange that Kurt was such a neat freak, and was very picky about what products he used on his body. Yet when it came to fixing cars he got right in to it, he didn't let the fact that his hands might get dirty stop him from climbing right into the hood to check out a problem. Hearing his Dad pull up he let out a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to be the one who closed up the shop, it'd been a long day and he was beyond tired. Though it was still only seven o'clock, he really didn't care because he was going to have that hot bath tonight.

"Hey son, place looks good." Burt said over the top of a box that he was carrying inside; setting it down on the table he looked around the shop. Clearly impressed at all the care and detail that he assumed Kurt had put in to the place. Burt glanced over at the line of gleaming cars, a curious eyebrow raised at his son before he let out a sigh and reached into his back pocket. "How much is it this time Kurt?" Burt asked as he opened up his wallet, when it came to menial tasks Kurt rarely did any more than what was required of him, if he did it was because he wanted something. In the Hummel household if Kurt wanted something nine times out of ten it was money.

"What?" Kurt said looking at his Father with a curious expression before he eyed the wallet, understanding his Dad's misunderstanding. "It wasn't me; I helped a friend from school with their truck and made them clean in exchange." Kurt said simply as Burt rolled his eyes. "Hey! It was only fair." Kurt said getting a little bit offended; maybe he'd been looking for a way out of his chores and had pounced on the opportunity but fair was fair.

"Well do they want a job? The place really does look great." Burt said as he went out to his truck and grabbed another box of supplies, an invoice taped to the front of this one. Kurt had to stop himself from laughing at his Dad's question; there was no way he was going to work in the same place as Noah Puckerman.

"I'm not sure, I'll ask him." Kurt said with a smile on his face as he grabbed his car keys. Yeah, like that'll happen, he thought to himself as he headed towards his 'Navigator' and pulled out of the parking lot with practice ease. While driving he heard his phone buzz over the stereo system and his curiosity was instantly piqued as he glanced at the glowing screen. It was sitting on his dashboard so he couldn't quite make out what it said, only who it was from, Puck. Kurt felt his breathing hitch a little bit; there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with Puck's truck. Kurt's work had been flawless and like everything he did he'd been completely meticulous with the repairs. Kurt pulled into the driveway and instantly went for his phone, seeing that Ignoramus had indeed texted him, which for some reason made him smile.

Ignoramus: Dude u here Rach sent that Chinese girl to a crck haus?

Kurt: Don't call me dude and she's from the Philippines, not China. I can't say I'm surprised either.

Ignoramus: Tru dat

Ignoramus: Wut u doin?

Kurt: Thinking about Glee actually. I kind of really want to do a Britney number. I still can't believe we haven't paid her homage.

Ignoramus: Yeah Id do her. Tell Mr. Schue

Kurt: Yeah because he loves taking advice from us.

Ignoramus: If he sees students wanna do it then maybe. Make a fb page.

Kurt: That's… actually a really good idea…

Ignoramus: Now were even ;)

Kurt: LOL. Not even close.

Ignoramus: Whatever you say Princess.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at his phone; he decided to ignore the comment. He just had absolutely no energy to start an argument through text message. Slowly he stripped off his grease covered overalls and crumped them up in a ball, putting them in a plastic bag before he put them in the laundry hamper. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was get grease on any of his designer clothes, and then be up all hours of the night working on stain removal.

Kurt ran the bath as he started to pull his clothes up and off of his slender body, examining his physique in the bathroom mirror. His recent growth spurt had left him feeling awkwardly tall and he wasn`t really sure if he liked his `new` look. It was certainly more masculine, which was probably good since he kind of looked like a thirteen year old milk maid before. He tossed a few scented beads as he lit some unscented candles, he wanted the ambience but didn`t want it to smell too bad. The rich smell of vanilla filled his nose as the beads dissolved in the water and released their scent in to it. Kurt sank his pale legs down into the soapy water, relishing in the feel of his muscles relaxing into the bubbles. He grabbed his bath pillow and got comfortable as he laid his head down on it. His mind almost instantly wandered to Puck, a thought that was not in the least bit welcoming, totally wasn`t.

He`s been so… nice lately. Kurt thought as he remembered the ride home, then actually letting him shower at the same time as him, plus there was that delicious slushy he`d bought for him. Plus that body… dear sweet Gaga that man is sculpted. Literally sculpted, it`s so unfair that that beautiful… penis is attached to such an arrogant breeder. Kurt let his eyes flutter closed as he let out a tiny sigh. It was more than a little pathetic that he couldn`t even say `penis` in his head without hesitating. Ever the blushing virgin Kurt thought to himself as he felt himself start to dose off.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed as Kurt made his way towards center stage, stepping into the spotlight that seemed like he was born to live in. Puck sat alone in the audience the only spectator to a performance that was clearly meant for only him. Puck sent out a wolf whistle when Kurt walked out in a black sequined top that went up to his neck and covered his arms but left this mid-section completely exposed. Revealing the faint abs that Puck didn't know were even there, the top had a slit across the chest that seemed to tease him with almost showing Kurt's entire toned chest.

"For whatever reason,

I feel like I've been wanting you all my life

You don't understand

I'm so glad we're at the same place

At the same time, it's over now

I spotted you dancin'

You made all the girls stare"

Puck suddenly found himself sitting in a chair under the spotlight, Kurt strutting around him in his boots and tight leather pants that looked almost painted on. His lip darted out to lick his lower lip as he felt most of his blood shoot down to his pants.

"Those lips and your brown eyes (oooh)

And the sexy hair

I should shake my thang

Make the world want you (giggle)

Tell your boys you'll be back

I wanna see what you can do (uh)"

Kurt rolled his shoulders in time with his hips in front of Puck, swaying his body in ways Puck really didn't think guys could do. What should have bothered him was how hot he was finding the entire performance. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off of Kurt's hips as he turned around, that leather clad ass only a foot or so away from his face as he rolled those hips. He reached out to give it a hard squeeze but Kurt spun around and grabbed that hand, pulling him to his feet.

"What would it take for you to just leave with me?

Not tryin to sound conceited but

me and you were meant to be (yeah)

You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice Girl

Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world!"

Kurt sang as he turned around and placed Puck's arm over his shoulder while he moved his body against his. Puck's other arm snaked around Kurt's midsection, feeling himself go painfully hard now when he did. Kurt ground his ass against Puck's denim-clad erection while moving his muscular back against Puck's toned body.

Kurt spun around, his hand firmly on Puck's chest, his eyes that of a master seductress as he pushed him down and half-sat on his lap, rolling his hips against Puck's crotch. Kurt wore a satisfied smirk on those beautiful rosy lips which Puck couldn't take his eyes off of.

"Boys!

Sometimes a girl just needs one (You know I need you)

Boys!

To love her and to hold (I just want you to touch me)

Boys!

And when a girl is with one (Mmm)

Boys!

Then she's in control!"

Puck let out a low moan before he joined in with the song as his teeth grazed the side of Kurt's slender neck. Wanting only to be able to press his experienced lips to that smooth skin.

"Pull the girl off the dance floor

Whisper in ear

Must've said somethin' bout me (What you say)

Cos now she's lookin' over here

You lookin' at me (He He He)

With that sexy attitude

But the way your girls movin' it (Uh)

It puts me in the mood

(Ow!)"

Puck's hot breath ghosted over the shell of Kurt's ear before Kurt rolled his hips over Puck's body before he turned in his lap, now leaning back against Puck's toned chest. Puck couldn't help but buck his hips up against that ass. Feeling like he was some inexperienced kid Puck's breath started to quiver as he instantly erupted in his pants.

Puck's eyes shot open as he rolled out of bed, looking over to his open window. The cool night breeze filtered through and he couldn't help but think about what just happened. I just had a… a sex dream about Hummel… Puck thought to himself as he stared mystically off at the open space. It was strange, he definitely liked girls, and all girls actually, Mom's even. It was kinda hot though… Puck thought as he wondered why he would've had a sex dream about the young soprano. His mind just instantly going back to how damn sexy his dream Kurt could move his hips. Kurt? He thought, stopping his own wandering train of that. Fuck that, Hummel. Puck instantly corrected himself, furrowing his eyebrow a little bit. He was probably just reacting because he'd been seeing more of Hummel lately. It wasn't Hummel's fault and he didn't particularly want to make him feel bad if he suddenly shunned him, really not cool… even if the soprano had totally been eye fucking him on his way out of the shower. After this dream, part of him kind of wanted to know if Kurt really did have faint abs and Puck was definitely going to take a closer look at that ass. Dat ass. Puck thought for a second before he shook his head again, he glanced at the clock and was grateful that there was still plenty of sleep time. He'd first have to take his minor soaked boxers off because they were definitely more than a little uncomfortable. Puck kicked off the sticky cloth, too tired to actually get changed and rolled back into his bed. He let his warn, soft blankets take him away and carry him safely back to a nice peaceful slumber.

Kurt shook awake in his tub, through bleary eyes he looked at his phone which was still sitting on the side of the tub. He'd only slept for all of ten minutes, not a big deal but he should probably get out now. Slowly Kurt got out of the tub, pulling the stopper on the drain as he stopped onto a fuzzy matt and wrapped himself in a plush white bathrobe. His body felt worlds better and that short little nap was perfect for giving him a nice little push of strength to get through the night. He'd have to go upstairs and fix dinner for himself and his father; if he left it up to him they'd probably have something ridiculous like hot dogs and Kraft Dinner every night. Then of course the nightly moisturizing routine, probably one of the most time consuming of the nightly events. Kurt prepared something simple for dinner; he made some whole wheat pasta with a sauce that he'd made in bulk a couple days earlier, with some meatballs that were turkey instead of beef. Though he'd never tell his father about the minor substitutions he made to their meals to make them a little bit healthy as well as delicious. His Dad was likely working late again, despite Kurt's protests, so like always Kurt just wrapped it in tin foil and put it in the fridge, saving it for him for later.

When his moisturizing ritual was finally finished he created the face book group and messaged all eleven of his contacts, and made it a public event. Hopefully this would stir up some interest; if enough people other than the Glee Clubbers became interested then Mr. Schue might actually listen.

Finally getting to sink into his bed Kurt let his eyes droop closed and sinking into unconsciousness, thankful that he had no reason to get up exceedingly early. He was nearly asleep when his phone buzzed and Kurt let out a groan, reaching over to his night stand he pulled his phone out of his dock. He rolled his eyes at his phone, almost putting it down at the sight of the stupid question. It was one am; of course he wasn't awake… except he was. Kurt groaned as he started to type a response.

Ignoramus: U awake?

Kurt: Now I am.

Ignoramus: Oh. Awesome. I joined ur group.

Kurt: That's great. I could've seen that when I checked my facebook. That's why they have notifications.

Ignoramus: That's not really why I txted u.

Kurt:…

Kurt: Well?

Ignoramus: I still technically owe you one…

Kurt: This is true

Ignoramus: I'll let you make out with me.

Kurt: Goodnight Puck.

Ignoramus: ?

[Text Message Ignored]

Kurt put his phone back in his dock and rolled back into bed, feeling himself get really pissed off at Puck. He was clearly making fun of him and just like that he'd become just like everyone else and Kurt resented it. Not too much the sheer arrogance that it took for Puck to say something like that, as if Kurt would EVER touch him with a ten foot pole. He's so hot though… and he makes me laugh when I'm angry… Kurt thought to himself as he stared absently at the wall before he shook the treacherous thoughts from his head. He really didn't want to be thought of as someone who was so needy, so desperate that he'd actually accept sexual favors. In return for fixing his truck to, of all things.

Kurt closed his eyes tight as he forced himself to let the sleepy haze swirl over him again before finally resting on his eyes. Kurt felt himself slip back into unconsciousness, having blocked Puck's texts from coming to his phone.

When 'Chasing Pavement' filtered through his speakers, Kurt groaned. Knowing that like always the morning had come far too early for his liking. He rolled out of bed and stopped his alarm, instantly setting off to his morning routine, utilizing Madonna after ADELE like he always did to get him going.

Finally pulling up to the school he was completely oblivious to a pair of eyes sitting in their blue minivan, watching as Kurt pulled into his typical parking space. It was near the back of the parking lot and since Kurt usually came fairly close to the bell it was one of the few less desirable spots that were always left over. The eyes watched those slender hips sway from side to side as he walked with his typical air of confidence through the parking lot. A moist tongue came out to glide across his lips, watching the slender frame he so adored. Here in the safety of his van he could check the boy out with fear of exposure.

Kurt pulled open the door and moved out of his stalkers line of vision, he'd checked his Facebook page this morning and the group had swelled to a whopping three people other than the Glee Clubbers. He couldn't wait to share this news with Mr. Schue in their afternoon Glee rehearsal; hopefully there would be some additions by then. Still though, three people were the most people they'd ever had in interested in seeing them perform.

It was in his free period after lunch and he had only seen Puck in first period Chem class where he hadn't even acknowledged Kurt's presence and then he wasn't in third period World History. It was when he was on his way to the library when it happened again. Strong hands gripped his forearm and he was hurled into the lockers, smacking his head on the hard metal before glaring with hate filled eyes at his aggressor. The retreating burly form of David Karofsky disappeared into the crowd and Kurt exhaled, letting his eyes close for a second. It took him a moment to compose himself, he wasn't about to break down here, he could do this, just get through the day. Instead of going to the library it was clear that Kurt needed to go to the auditorium for his free period. He was now tightly wound and needed to let out some tension, because if he didn't he was going to end up snapping in two.

Puck sat in the balcony of the auditorium, he wasn't expecting to get any company in here, so when he heard the door open up he jumped a little. His eyes instantly darted down to see Hummel walking down the aisle with a CD player. Oh god. Puck thought to himself as he thought about his dream last night and then the fact that he hadn't been able to get a single text through to Hummel's phone since he offered to make out with him. He really didn't see what the big deal was, Hummel had totally eye fucked him the yesterday and Puck was all kinds of sexy. Everyone wanted to make out with him, it was like a rule or something he was sure.

He felt himself get a little hot under the collar as he waited for the undoubtedly sexy performance that was about to ensue. So when Hummel pressed play on his dock and proceeded to just stand in the center of the stage while light piano music filtered through the room he was taken a little bit off guard.

"Notice me, take my hand

Why are we strangers when

Our love is strong

Why carry on without me"

Puck was surprised at Hummel's song choice, it was very emotional which wasn't a side he normally got to see. Hummel always seemed to be wearing this mask of indifference to always hide exactly what he's feeling.

"Everytime I try to fly, I fall

Without my wings, I feel so small

I guess I need you, baby

And everytime I see you in my dreams

I see your face, it's haunting me

I guess I need you, baby"

Puck imagined what it would be like to have those beautiful words directed at him, he felt really bad now that Hummel was so angry with him. He was clearly blocking his number and that really wasn't cool. Puck slipped away as the soprano continued to sing beautifully and his words travelled through the entire room. Puck slipped out of the balcony seating and went down the hall way to the stage entrance where he slowly opened the door. Hummel was so engrossed with his own performance that he didn't seem to notice that Puck had snatched his phone out of his bag, writing a quick ransom note and sliding it back into the bag. The boy wasn't going to ignore Puck, because nobody did that and he certainly wasn't going to let the boy block his number. Maybe part of him wanted him to come to his house tonight when his Mom and sister were at his Nana's. Maybe after that dream last night and watching Kurt perform such a beautiful song on stage part of him, the part that didn't really think about what he was doing. Wanted to make out with the kid not just as a means of paying him back a favor but because he needed a chance to feel if that body was all he imagined it to be. People could call it whatever they wanted, he had the hots for Hummel and he couldn't do anything about it.

Kurt finished the performance and relished in the feeling of his lingering notes in the electric charged air. He always got such a rush when he sang on stage, no matter what song it was always exhilarating. Kurt went over to his bag and ruffled through it, panic suddenly coursing through him when all he found was a note and not his phone.

Hummel – I have your phone because you wouldn't answer my texts. Come to my place tonight because I want to do a collaboration… A Britney one, I think we'd be pretty awesome. Also, my offer still stands.

Kurt blinked at the paper, feeling a blush rise in his cheeks as he cleared his phone. Well he certainly needed to get his phone from Puck; lord only knows what terrible things he could be doing with it. Plus what if his Dad called… and then Puck answered it. His Dad was already not Puck's biggest fan, having heard some of the stories of when Puck used to bully him. Kurt needed to get his phone back and well… collaboration with Puck could be fun. Not to mention all the… erm benefits he's gain as a performer by playing with someone new.

It was decided, Kurt Hummel would go to Noah Puckerman's house tonight. Not to make out with him though, to become a better singer because that's what he wanted out of life. To always better himself and hone is many talents. Certainly not to make out with the hottest guy in school, having his first kiss with McKinley's stud was so not him. Definitely not him.