Title: What You Least Expect
Rating: R/M
Characters: Kurt, Puck, Rachel, Finn, and Blaine
Character Pairing: Puckurt, Finchel, and Klaine
Word Count: 1,686
Genre: Romance/Humor/Shape-shifting/Slash/Some Angst
Summary: Kurt adopts a cat named Puck from the Humane Society, that was about to be put down for being so troublesome. However, he didn't know exactly how "troublesome" he could be until he got him home.
Disclaimer: I wish I could say I own Mark Salling and Glee, but unfortunately I don't.
Warnings: Kitty-Shifter Puck, OOC, Some Sexual Situations, Mentions of Mpreg (none actual-just description of the possibilty), and Language
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who still loves this story! I hope that mpreg thing doesn't sare you off, I promise it won't actually happen. It just makes sense with the story. Please give it a chance. This is going to have some angst and humor, but I promise more humor next chapter. I just need to develop the story. And let me know what you think!
Chapter 4
Kurt slowly opens his eyes and notices two things.
One that he's on his couch and two that he's being licked by a scratchy but comfortable tongue all over his face.
He jolts upright and lets out a squeak when he sees the nude, mohawked kitty-man from earlier staring at him intently.
"I see you've woken up, Master," the cat man says with a grin and then comes to sit next to him. "I didn't mean to scare you, dude, but did you really have to scream at me?"
Kurt just blinks and shakes his head. This was not happening, nor possible.
Puck sighs. "Yes, I'm a shape-shifter. You bought what you thought was a cat, but really it was me in cat form, hiding."
"Cat form?" Kurt says mostly to himself. "This isn't –"
Puck leans forward, getting right in his face. "I'm sitting here, so obviously it's possible, Master."
"Would you stop calling me that?" Kurt almost shouts and then sighs, rubbing his sore head. This was too much to take in.
"Why? It's what you are to me?" Puck seemed genuinely confused.
Kurt looks at him as if he were stupid. "Cause you're not a cat! You're a human – or – semi human being! It's-It's just…weird."
Puck lets out a chuckle, "It isn't weird. It's true. You're my master." He tells him cheerfully. "You saved me, and in return I'll do whatever you wish until my last dying day…" he thinks for a second, "Wow that sounded really lame, huh? Should've worked on my delivery a little but it works. So whatever." He finishes with a satisfied smirk.
Kurt just slowly stands, "Look," he tells him calmly trying to back away as subtly as he can, "I don't need a cat man shifter or whatever following me around doing whatever I say. It's just unnatural. And…well, weird."
"No," Puck snorts from his position on the couch, "Weird is humans recording themselves sing on those shiny discs and listening to it over and over again."
Kurt shakes his head, "I do not, in any way have a cat-person telling me CD's are strange. I'm dreaming, and I need to wake up!"
Puck turns his head in a very feline manner, "Master, are you afraid of me?"
"What?" Kurt barks, indignant. "I'm not afraid – "
"Yes you are," Puck says simply and sighs. "I was really hoping I had shown you yesterday my devotion to you, so we could skip all of the 'Is this real?' crap."
"Huh?" Now you can say he's beyond lost.
"But obviously I have more work to do," Puck clucks his tongue lets off a little purr. "I can give you head." He suggests seriously.
Kurt gapes at him. "What the – "
"Or let you take me," He turns his head to the side and assesses Kurt critically. "No, you look like you need a massage; and besides, I'm not in heat yet. So it wouldn't be as enjoyable for you, I'm sure."
Kurt just keeps backing away, "No, no what I need is a stiff drink and then to wake up from this nightmare."
"I can get you a drink," Puck says with a smile and stands, heading for the kitchen.
"Wait!" Kurt calls and heads him off. "Go sit down," he orders in his best authoritative voice, even if it was too many octaves too high and he looked like a crazy man that was just told aliens really do exist.
"Okay," Puck says confused. "But I thought you were thirsty, Master?"
Kurt bites his lip at that word again, "What I am, is wondering where you came from and how you go back."
The cat man's eyes widen in panic, "No! No, please don't make me go back there! I'll be good, I promise!"
"Go back where?" Kurt says exasperated. But seeing the abject terror in those beautiful brown eyes he instantly felt guilt suddenly sweep through him. He sits down next to the poor guy, and says soothingly, "I'm not sending you anywhere, Puck. I just want to know how this all…works I guess. Where you come from, and if there's any family looking for you?"
Puck shakes his head. "I was taken from my family when I was still a kit. I don't remember where we were to even try to go looking for them. And even if I did, it wouldn't make much sense to go back. Once you've been tainted by the outer world, you can never go back. At least, you can't go back and assume they will accept you as you were before…if that makes sense?"
Kurt looked at him and slowly nodded, "I think so. But what were you before?"
"A prince," he says sadly. "I was set to be mated with Samuel, the prince of the other pride, when I was of age to breed. It was going to be wonderful, because it would bring peace to our land, but then he came and stole me away, and I've spent the last thirteen years running. Trying to get away from him. I thought my home with Santana would keep me safe, but she hated me; and then sent me to that awful place with all those cages and mean people poking at you and…" he shudders with a little whimper.
Kurt put a kind hand on his arm and is surprised when he gets a lapful of man-cat. Puck nudges his head into Kurt's hand, silently asking to be petted, and Kurt has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. This whole thing is utterly ridiculous.
"Puck," he says, once he's sure he's not gonna lose it, "I'm not entirely sure I'm on the same page with all this stuff, nor do I really think I believe it, but I promise I won't send you back to wherever you're hiding out from okay?"
Puck looks up at him, seeming for the first time young and vulnerable. "Thank you, Master."
Kurt smiles, "Okay, so can you answer some questions for me?"
Puck nods and sits up, keeping his face right in front of Kurt's, just like a regular cat. He obviously didn't understand boundaries, but one thing at a time. "First off, is Puck your real name?"
He nods and then adds, "Noah Puckerman. But Puck sounds much more cat-like, not to mention badass. And I had to stay hidden, so using my full name wasn't a good option."
"Okay," Kurt nods in understanding. "How old are you?"
Puck thinks for a second, "Umm, I'm not totally sure. I was six when I was kidnapped…or maybe I was about to turn six?" He thinks hard for a moment. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I know I've spent close to thirteen years running away from my kidnapper, and I spent about two years with him…so, twenty or twenty-one? Maybe? When you've kidnapped and are running, you don't exactly have time to celebrate birthdays." Puck looked like he was really stressed over answering correctly, so Kurt squeezed his hand to tell him it's okay.
"Who was the man? Do you know?"
"His name is Sandy Ryerson," he says quietly. "He's still looking for me."
"What does he want with you?" Kurt asks, listening attentively.
Puck sighs and sniffles, "To breed me and then stuff me as part of his collection." Kurt nearly chokes on his own saliva in horror. "He wants to sell my future kittens to other black market breeders. My mother warned me about men like him, and then I got caught by one. Sometimes I wonder if it all was my fault."
"Puck, I'm…I'm so sorry," he says softly.
Puck looks at him sadly. "It's okay. You'll protect me, right?"
Kurt looks into the trusting brown eyes that captivated him so quickly before. He feels sorry for this poor boy, that was taken away from his family and forced to spend all of his childhood running away from danger. It would be cruel of Kurt to say anything but yes. "Yes, of course I will, Puck," he tells him with a resolute nod. "I'll make sure he can't find you."
Puck's eyes soften even more as unshed tears form and he hugs his master tightly. "Thank you, Master! Thank you!"
Kurt laughs at the child like response, and pets the surprising soft head. "Can you answer me one more thing?"
Puck sits up quickly.
"What do you mean by breed?" Kurt asks him warily.
"I'm a breeder cat," he tells him simply. Then begins to explain like he's reading from an ancient text. "In every royal cat pride generation, there is a breeder male that will be mated to a neighboring pride and produce kits. This law dates back to the ancestors of our ancestors. We breeder males are taught to be the strongest and fastest of our kind, so our kittens are of superior blood, yet we are not to execute any violence. We are meant to be the most valuable of our species and are protected by our mates. It's tradition."
Kurt blinks, "Okay, but what does that mean?"
"I can bear children," he grins, back to his normal self. "I know why you're confused," He tells Kurt with a small smile, "human males don't have this same ability. So it's okay if you don't understand."
Kurt just nods. "Well okay then, I guess that's all I really need to know."
Puck looks down a little shyly, "Can I ask you something?"
Kurt looks over at his…cat-man-whatever, and nods.
"Blaine is your boyfriend, right?" He says, with an edge to his voice.
Kurt nods.
"You love each other?" Puck asks, innocently.
"Yes, we do," Kurt says, forcing a smile. He's still not over him walking out the day before.
Puck looks lost in thought, "But if he loves you, why did he leave?"
Ouch. "He's confused, is all. He'll be back," he says, trying figure out if he really believed that.
Puck looks Kurt with eyes full of something Kurt couldn't place, "I'd never leave you, Master."
Kurt decides to change the subject, "Are you hungry?'
Puck lights up, "Do you have tuna?"
Kurt laughs and walks to the kitchen.