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Chapter 3-Oh My Barbara
For many years, Kurt had grown accustomed to experiencing some form of humiliation at the start of each school day. Sometimes it was visits to the dumpster, other times it was slushie facials and one time he'd even worn a pair of pants that were so tight they split when he climbed up the school steps. However, the ritual humiliation came in an entirely different form that morning. His dad had insisted on driving him to school. Kurt had begged his dad to drop him off round the block so he could walk the rest of the way but Burt had refused.
In the world of High School, riding with your parents was just not cool. The only real exceptions where it was acceptable were people like Artie and Becky. So it was a red faced Kurt that timidly made his way up to school that morning, the jocks thankfully not making a move to start on him with his dad in the car, watching him like a hawk as he entered the building.
Once inside the walls of McKinley, Kurt quickened his pace knowing that the jocks would probably be after him as soon as his dad's car was out of sight. After a quick trip to his locker, he all but run through the corridors to his first lesson. A little later, Azimio entered and threw his half-drunk slushie over his head. The teacher pretended not to notice and averted his gaze to the papers on his desk.
Even as laughter met his ears, slow-motion laughter at his expense, Kurt kept his head held high as he glided out of the room, still the embodiment of superiority even with the sticky liquid dripping down his face.
He made rare use of the boys' toilets and placed his bag on the chair that was always beside the sink before viewing himself in the mirror. He grimaced a little as he filled the basin with warm water. Just as he'd washed the slushie away from his eye area, the main door opened and he instinctively tensed up, his mind and body far too used to the torture of having his head shoved down the toilet. Upon seeing Puck enter and close the door behind him, Kurt felt himself relax. Then as Puck swaggered towards him, his jeans hanging low on his hips, Kurt felt a different form of tension encompass him.
"Red looks good on you." Puck commented as he stretched a finger out and ran it along Kurt's cheek, collecting some of the syrupy liquid before sucking it off of his finger in a most suggestive manner. "Tastes good too."
Not trusting himself to say anything smart, bitchy or even anything that vaguely represented human language, Kurt opted for silence as he resumed his task of washing the slushie away. Wordlessly, Puck stepped up beside him and got to work on washing the sticky red substance out of his hair.
"I wash my sister's hair all the time." Puck told him as he helped Kurt clean up then dry off. "Your shirt's ruined."
"Yes." Kurt acknowledged in annoyance. "And I don't have a spare."
Puck unzipped his hooded jacket before pulling off his black wife beater and handing it to Kurt. Trying and failing not to admire Puck's chest, Kurt accepted the black top. He moved to one of the toilet stalls and locked himself inside so he could change. His actions were wasted since Puck decided to enter the stall next to his, stand on the toilet seat and look over the top of the barrier so he could perve on him.
Moving back out to the main part of the boys' restroom, Kurt checked his reflection while Puck slipped his hoodie back on, zipping it up half way so that most of his chest was still delightfully exposed. The top of Puck's that Kurt was now wearing was obviously a little big on him but it would have to do.
"Why are you smirking?" Kurt asked a little apprehensively catching Puck's expression in the mirror.
"I quite like seeing you in my clothing." Puck flirted. "And I just know the girls are gonna go wild when they see you wearing it. They'll think you're wearing your boyfriend's clothes."
"And how do you think they'll react if I tell them it's your shirt?" Kurt asked with one hip jutted out and his arms folded over his chest.
"Then they'll think I'm the boyfriend." Puck grinned.
"I'm sure the girls know that my standards are a lot higher than the likes of you." Kurt quipped.
"Playing hard to get, Porcelain?" Puck asked as he moved to circle around the slender boy. "I bet I could get you in my bed and out of your pants by the end of the week."
"In your dreams." Kurt retorted, determinedly fighting against the blush that threatened to paint his cheeks.
"Only the wet ones." Puck winked heading for the door. "The slushie," Puck said, dropping his flirtatious behaviour and turning serious. "Who threw it?"
"Azimio, why?" Kurt answered with a shrug and question of his own.
"Just needed to know whose ass I'm kicking." Puck replied and Kurt could tell by the tone of his voice and the look in his eye that the mohawked boy was not joking.
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The girls' reactions to Kurt's wearing Puck's top were as the Jewish teen had predicted. Just the sight of Kurt wearing the too large black top seemed to act as the girls' confirmation that Kurt had a secret boyfriend. Suggestions about Kurt losing his virginity were also voiced.
"How was it?" Mercedes asked.
"Did it hurt?" Tina whispered with her hand on his arm.
"I hope you used protection and plenty of lubricant." Rachel commented.
"I really don't want to know the details." Artie said awkwardly.
"Is Kurt gonna get pregnant?" Brittany asked squinting at the boy's stomach as though that would give her an answer.
Rather than answer their questions, Kurt placed his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands trying to block them out. He knew it was pointless to tell them he was still a virgin and single, they'd already convinced themselves he had a lover.
"Hummel," Santana called above everyone else's demands for details. "Isn't that Puck's top?"
Kurt slowly lifted his head up feeling the girl's, plus Artie, staring at him expectantly as they awaited his answer. He hesitated in his answer for a fraction of a second, and that alone informed them all that it was indeed Puck's wife beater he was wearing.
"You and Puck?" Mercedes asked in disbelief.
"That can't be possible," Rachel said. "I never even suspected that Noah was that way inclined. There must be another explanation, I am very confident about my gaydar, I have two gay dads."
"You and Puck?" Tina squeaked out, repeating Mercedes' words.
"Wait, Puck doesn't date," Quinn pointed out. "It must just be sex."
"You had sex with Puck." Mercedes practically whimpered.
"Who hasn't had sex with Puck?" Brittany asked in full sincerity.
"Kurt Hummel," Mercedes scolded clipping Kurt round the back of the head. "I can't believe you gave yourself up to a guy with a mohawk."
"Oh please," Santana scoffed flipping her ponytail. "There's no way Hummel took Puck's cock up his ass, he wouldn't be able to sit down so easily if he had."
"You mean Puck was the bottom?" Artie asked in surprise.
"Oh for the love of Gucci, Armani and Alexander, I DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH PUCK!" Kurt cried out for everyone in the cafeteria to hear. Far too late, he covered his mouth and sunk low in his seat. "The ability of speech can be such a curse." Kurt said quietly.
Across the hall, Puck stood up from the table he was sharing with Finn, Mike, Sam and a few other members of the football team. All the students watched as Puck made his way over to the table Kurt was seated at.
"Mercedes, if he kills me I want you to have my hats, scarves and accessories." Kurt told her quickly. "Tina, I'd like you claim any of my clothes that you like for your own, Rachel can help herself to my music and movie collection, Artie can take my laptop and home cinema set, Quinn gets the prom dress I have hidden in the back of my closet because it will look annoyingly perfect on her and I want Brittany to have my tiara collection from my hope chest."
"He's not gonna kill you." Santana grumbled. "And why don't I get anything?"
Before he could answer, Puck had taken hold of Kurt's arm and forced him to his feet.
"Oh hell to the naw!" Mercedes said warningly as she and Tina both stood up with the intent of protecting Kurt.
"Ladies," Puck greeted with a mocking bow before returning his attention to Kurt. "Hey Porcelain." Placing his hands on Kurt's ass, he pulled the countertenor flush against him then covered his mouth with his own, kissing him passionately for everyone to see.
"Oh…" Quinn began, "My…" Artie continued, "Barbara." Rachel finished looking at the two boys with wide eyes.
To Be Continued
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