Kurt had dropped Puck off and was driving home. His mind was in a bit of whirl. He was enjoying himself, that was for certain. And having the school hardass as his 'bitch' was definitely something to be proud of. Still, he wanted to know why Puck was doing it. Unlikely as it seemed that he was gay (or at least bi), it was the only solution he could think of. Unless he really had gone through every woman in Lima and was now just moving on to the most feminine guys...

Puck laid on his bed, remembering the feeling of Kurt's mouth on him. Something about the younger boy attracted him far more than any girl ever had. So much so that he was willing to be Kurt's personal sex slave just to be with him. But he wanted more. The way Kurt's face lit up when he'd been assigned to work with Finn - he wanted that look for himself. He grabbed his pillow and threw it on the floor in frustration. Everything about Kurt fucking Hummel drove him to distraction. From his flawless skin, to his impeccable clothing, to the way his voice dropped several octaves when he was turned on...

Kurt was sitting alone in his basement, supposedly reading a magazine, but not actually taking in a single word of what he was reading. His feelings towards Puck had definitely changed - the Mohawked boy was actually nice to him now, even away from their clandestine meetings. He briefly considered calling Puck to talk to him, but dismissed it almost instantly. He was not about to lose the power in this relationship now that he had it. Still, he wanted to talk to the other boy, find out why he was doing this. Because Noah Puckerman had never been one for being submissive - what had changed? He still loved Finn, of course, but Kurt knew it was little more than a pipe dream now. Perhaps he should consider Puck as a viable alternative.

Puck came to a decision. He was willing to do whatever it took to get into Kurt's pants, but he still wanted more. He wanted the smaller boy to like him. To smile whenever he entered the room. To be his friend. To be his boyfriend. And he'd never get that without actually talking to him.


Puck handed Kurt his usual morning slushee.

"Thank you, Noah."

Kurt had responded primly and turned back to his locker.

"Um, Kurt? Can we talk?"

Kurt continued to rummage in his locker for his books, "Not now; I'm late for Math. Music room, one o'clock." He slammed the locker shut and walked away.

Puck was in the music room at ten to one. He was jittery with nerves, which baffled him. He was a stud! He didn't get nervous. Then he remembered why he was there. He got up and paced around the room.

Kurt entered the room bang on one o'clock.

"Well, then?"

"Kurt... I need to tell you something. I like you."

Kurt looked at him quizically. "I don't think you would be sucking me off if you hated me."

"No, I mean, I really like you. And, well, what we've been doing is great, and I wouldn't want to wreck that, but I want more. I want to be your boyfriend, if you'll let me."

"You mean, you've bullied me for years, insulted and hurt me, and you think you can make it up with a few slushees and your bedroom prowess? It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that."

"I will make it up to you." Even in Puck's head the words sounded lame.

"If you want to be my boyfriend, prove to me that you can be. I'm fooling around with you because you're hot and you're good in bed. But your track record with relationships is dire."

Puck stood silently, head bowed, not knowing what to say.

Kurt waited for a moment, then turned to go. Puck's next words caused him to stop in his tracks.

"Is it Finn?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt's voice wavered slightly.

"Is it because you'd rather have Finn? I know you like him."

This time Kurt was the one silenced.

"Because I can be better than him. I can be faithful. I can be nice. I could give you what you wanted in return."

"Prove it. Prove to me you can do it. Then I'll consider it." And Kurt left the room before Puck could say anything else.


As Kurt made dinner that night, he thought some more. Puck was certainly charming (and very easy on the eyes), and Kurt knew that his life at school would be far worse without the big footballer sticking up for him. Still, he doubted that he could ever feel as strongly for Puck as he did for Finn. He hummed along to one of his dad's CDs as he made dinner:

I want you, I need you

But there ain't no way

I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

'Cos two out of three ain't bad.


I know this was a lot of talking and no smut, but I need some kind of storyline to put the smut around. There should be more next time!

The song is Meat Loaf's Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad. He has loads of great songs that I'm trying to work in somehow...

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