Jeans and a T-shirt
School had ended, and Puck had been thinking all day about his new strategy for dealing with Hummel. He had it kind of worked out, but he would have to play it by ear. He sent a simple text.
"Hey." There wasn't much of a delay
"Hey! I thought I scared you off." Kurt responded.
"Kind of, I'll just have to be more careful. Until I want you to know who I am. I'll just be more cryptic."
"Not fair."
"Admit it, you think this is fun." Puck smiled.
"I will admit to nothing."
"How come?"
"Because you won't."
Puck took in a deep breath.
"Well aside to admitting who I am, what do you want me to admit to? You know I'm a jock, and You know I think Puck is hot, and that I think you are hotter."
Puck laid back on his bed and smiled. He was going to get the freak to admit that he thought he was hot. He needed it.
"How can you think Puck is hot! He is a barbarian!"
"Aren't we all? I mean yeah he is a jerk, but you never just looked at him? Never mind don't answer that. It might make me jealous." Puck laid the phone down on his chest, and waited with a smile.
"Puck is hot." As he read that he jumped out of his bed and whispered yes as he did a little happy dance.
"You're mean. I said it would make me Jealous." He responded and then went back to his happy dance.
"You won't tell me who you are, and I'm mean?"
"Good point. I'm still jealous." Puck laid down on his stomach, and was calculating his next course of action.
"Don't be. Right now, you have my attention."
"Yeah? How much attention are you willing to give me?"
"You are bold. Good night invisible boy." Kurt's end to the text conversation was not was Puck was looking for. He needed more, he wanted more. It was just starting to get good!
"I wanna keep talking." Puck put the little sad face behind it and waited.
"I don't know, if I should. Next you're going to ask me to send pictures of myself." Kurt's reply made Puck nervous. He shook his head. He can't be nervous. He doesn't get nervous.
"Well I wasn't planning on it, but it doesn't sound like a bad idea to me."
"Good night."
"Night." Puck had to give in. If he didn't then Kurt would have probably backed out. But Puck wasn't done for the night. He set his alarm for three in the morning. Kurt was going to talk to him.
Pucks alarm went off, and groaned as he reached over and shut if off. Something was wrong. His clock said 7 am. He had set it for 3. What the hell! His plan was shot, and now he was pissed. He jumped out of his bed and through on some Jeans and ran down stairs to grab some quick breakfast, when he saw his mom setting at the table. She glared at him as he walked in and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"You know Noah. I got home at 2:55 this morning, went to check on you, and you're alarm went off. Did you miss something important?"
Puck froze. His mom worked nights, and didn't normally get home till he was going to school.
"No. I didn't miss anything important." Though he thought to himself Something funny.
"Noah, I don't ask a lot from you, but if you're going to be leaving the house in the middle of the night leaving you're little sister here by her self then maybe you should get a better paying job so I can quit one of my three." Her voice was as harsh as he had heard it in a while, but he was getting pissed. He had never left his little sister alone for more then 10 minutes in the house.
"I didn't have plans to go any where mom. I wouldn't do that."
His mom stood up and said very nicely. "I'm going to go to bed. I want you here right after school. We're going to talk."
He sighed; she'd be drunk by then, and leaned up against the counter. His pocket started to ring and he looked. It was the one he bought just for Kurt. He frowned at it. Not sure why it was going off.
"Good morning." It was Kurt. Puck rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips.
"Good morning. How R U?"
"Don't like the outfit I picked out last night. Got any suggestions?" Oh hell this was going to get him in trouble. He couldn't fight the thoughts, or his fingers from moving.
"You could ware my bed spread all day." There was a long pause, before there was a reply.
"Not helping. Besides I'm not in to Star Wars sheets." Puck let out an audible owww.
"Well since you don't have time go simple. Jeans and a T-shirt. I tell you at school if I like it! G2G." He shut the phone off, and laughed. He wondered if the little freak would actually forgo his expensive what ever it was and put on a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt.
When puck saw Kurt walking towards him there was a certain sex appeal about him, just a normal white t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans, and some normal shoes. His hair wasn't even taken care of properly like it normal was. It was more like he had rolled out of bed late. Still that wasn't what had Pucks attention. It was the defined chest, the defined arms, and what seems to be solid abs. Kurt looked like a Guy, and Puck was still drawn to those lips, and skin.
"Hello Mercedes." Kurt said with in ear shot of Puck. He had to be careful being this close to Hummel. He couldn't pull out his phone, and send a text, nor could he stare at him while he was trying to make out with Santana as a cover. Damn it.
"Kurt. What are you… not wearing?" Mercedes said as she looked him up and down.
"I felt like being lazy today. I was going to wear that Marc Jacobs shirt with that Versachi sweater, but it didn't look right, and so I grabbed this? Is it bad?"
Puck was trying not to laugh at the Mercedes. It was like she had seen a ghost, and a fine one at that.
"No it's not bad, I'm just not use to seeing… well you. When do you get so defined?"
"Football, and all the dancing in glee probably didn't hurt either." Kurt said as he opened up his locker, and started to put his bags in it. He was glancing around the hall looking for anyone to lock eyes with him. The only problem was that everyone seems to be locking eyes with him. The girls at least. Quinn looked at him and bit her bottom lip, before she turned up her nose, and walked with Brittany who just kept staring at his chest.
He looked at Mercedes who was giving him the ones over, and shook her head. He knew that she knew that he did it for the Invisible boy. Puck was listening intently.
"You did it for the freak with no name!" She said as she stuck out her hip, and placed her hands across her chest.
"And if I did?" Puck was damn near elated to hear that and Santana must have felt it too because she moaned at the extra pressure on her lips.
"He's not good for you Kurt. If he can't come out and say who he is, and what he is then he is just going hurt you in the long run, and you know that."
Puck pulled away from Santana for a bit so that he could figure out how to deal with that whole thing. The fat girl was turning out to be a damn good cock block. Not that Puck was going to try to seduce Kurt. Just mess with him. That's it! I swear
"What's wrong baby?" Santana was breathing heavily
"Done." Puck said and turned and walked away. He looked over at Kurt as he wiped his mouth with his shirt collar. Kurt was glaring at him and it was as if time had started to slow down. Puck noticed only too late the slushy in one of the jocks hands walking towards Kurt and Mercedes. He tried to stop them but he froze, the slushy came up, and Puck closed his eyes. The slight scream and then listening to Santana go off. He knew who got hit. He opened his eyes, and sighed. Kurt was fine. Mercedes was not.
Santana and Kurt quickly raced her off to the bath room as the laughter could be heard from the Hockey team. Puck didn't feel bad at all. It gave him a chance to un cock block the fat girl.
He pulled out his cell phone. "I saw the slushy coming. I thought it was for you. Is… she okay?"
For some reason Puck was expecting an instant response, he was already through the first period when Kurt walked in, rushing to get to his seat, the teacher looked at him oddly, and then asked.
"Mr. Hummel?" He was waiting for his excuse. To Pucks surprise, he answered quickly and harshly.
"Some jerk threw a slushy on Mercedes 5 minutes before class sir." Hummel looked over at Puck and glared, as if he had something to do with it.
"This is getting to be an old excuse Mr. Hummel. You will be joining me for detention after school to day."
Hummel all but sank in to his desk, and pouted the rest of the hour. Puck kept looking over at him, and couldn't help but stare. He was taken with the way the boy looked. If the properly folded arms weren't so properly folded then he would have looked straight, and Puck had a sinking feeling that he would still be drawn to those lips. He watched as the small, but defined arms would flex under the strain of his anger, and his legs twitch every now and then seeming to push the already tight jeans to there breaking point. The only thing that broke his thoughts was the pink detention slip that was suddenly slammed down on his desk to snap him out of his day dream.
"Mr. Puckermen. You will be joining Mr. Hummel as well." The teacher marched back up to the desk, and sat down. Puck looked at the detention slip, and tried to figure a way out of it. Being in a room with Hummel was probably not the best idea right now, and the glare that Kurt was shooting at him made the "anger" come back, didn't help either.. Since the chair situation happened Hummel didn't seem so much afraid of him, as it was for sheer hatred. The bell rang for first period to be over, and Puck ran from the room before anyone else could find him, out in to the parking lot setting in his car.
"Get a grip!" He told himself as he leaned his head on the wheel. "Don't be such a shmuck. You've got to get a grip GET A FU…"
"PUCK!" He quickly lifted his head up, and looked out the window. It was Finn, his eyes glaring with the rage that he had never seen before. Puck got out of his car and looked up at Finn who seemed to be a lot bigger then he was this morning when they talked.
"What?"
"I don't know what the hell you're doing, but if anything happens to Kurt then so help me, I will beat you stupid!"
Puck froze. Fear gripped his eyes, and he registered a little smile on Finn's lips.
"What do you mean?"
"Kurt showed me the Text that YOU'VE been sending him. Just like you did with that chick from 4th period.
"Did you tell him!?" Puck flashed with anger, and this time he could tell the difference. Then what was it when ever he saw Hummel touch his lips?
"No. Cause you're gonna stop. I don't have to tell him anything!"
Puck stormed off, and Finn let him be. Damnit! The problem with having a friend like Finn is that you can trust him to keep a secret until the day he dies, but he some how always manages to screw it up. So now he had to deal with two cock blocks. The fat girl, and the Red Wood. Pucks phone goes off.
"She is fine, we are kind of use to it…. Have you ever given me a slushy facial?"
Puck froze, and looked up at the ceiling as he pushed the buttons.
"Yeah. I do regret it now, I didn't know who I was then. To be honest we should all bow down to you. You're stronger then everyone here. In fact, when I show you who I am. I will bow down to you. Kneel at your feet even. I'll pretend to tie my shoe or something. You'll know. I got to go Kurt. I'm sorry."
His master plan was falling apart, and it wasn't because of the fat girl, or red wood, it was because of Kurt. Puck was attracted to Kurt. And now, he had to figure out how to deal with tying his shoe in the hall way.