"You should probably go home." I look over at Puck.
"Nah, I kinda wanna meet you're dad." A horrified look spreads across my face.
"Are you insane? You can't meet my father!"
Puck rolls his eyes, leaning forward to drop a kiss on my cheek. "You're my boyfriend, right? So isn't meeting your dad like, a big thing, or whatever?"
My eyes widen. "You want to meet my father?" He nods. "As my boyfriend?" He nods again. "Uh, no! Not going to happen! My dad doesn't even know that I'm gay."
He rolls his eyes. "Babe, like I said before, everyone knows. And it's not a bad thing. I just wanna meet your dad so he doesn't feel the need to shot me when he catches me with my tongue in your mouth."
I open my mouth to speak but he leans forward and kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I just grin into the kiss.
In the back of my mind, I hear the door shut and my father's voice yelling out to me, but all I can think of is Puck and his mouth on mine and his hands on my hips.
"Kurt! What the hell is going on here?" I jump in Puck's arms, yanking back from his grip. I flush red and stand up, straightening my clothes as I do. My dad stands in front of us, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at Puck.
"D-dad!" I squeak, flushing a darker red and averting my eyes. My dad's eyes narrow on Puck.
"You," he points at Puck, "have exactly one minute to be out of my house, If I see you around here again..."
"Dad!" I hiss it him this time. "Can you just calm down for a minute, please?" I beg, biting my lip. I turn to Noah, grabbing his shoulder. "Daddy," I start, "this is Noah Puckerman."
Puck stands, holding his hand out to my dad. He just glares at it, like if he touched it then his hand would burn.
"I'm, uh, Kurt's boyfriend," he says, lowering his arm. His hand brushes against mine.
"Really? And when did my son get a boyfriend?"
"About an hour before you walked in," Puck says with a smug grin on his face.
"Puck!" I growl, smacking his chest with the back of my hand.
My dad just raises an eyebrow. "You're a cocky bastard." He pauses. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Burt Hummel. And I own a gun."
Puck smirks. "I'm Noah Puckerman, and I'm on the football team."
I roll my eyes. Men, I think, I'll never understand them.