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Chapter 6
He looked for Kurt in the nearest girls' bathroom. It was empty. Scratching his head, he crossed the hall and searched for Kurt in the boys' bathroom but that was empty too. Stepping back out into the school corridor he heard delicate footsteps and turned to see Rachel.
"I can't find Kurt," Puck said to her by way of explanation. "He said he was going to use the bathroom so I figured he'd go to the girls' because they're cleaner but he's not there. And he isn't in the dudes' bathroom either. I don't know, babe, maybe we should just get out of here. Go home and curl up on the couch and watch some chick-flick on your laptop."
"Noah," Rachel said gently taking his hands in hers. "You need to find him. You've been missing him every single day for the past five years and I'm sure he's missed you too. You just need to find him and talk things out."
"And then what?" Puck asked. "Live happily ever after like in the fairytales?"
"I don't know," Rachel shrugged, "I'm not sure I believe in fairytales or happily ever afters any more. But… I believe in you and Kurt."
"How am I supposed to find him?" Puck asked her. "It's not like I have his number."
"He'll either be in the Choir Room or the Auditorium," Rachel said confidently. "They're the two places in this school that Kurt was most comfortable in. They mean something to him. And he loves music, performing and he loves the stage. The familiar scenery will be a comfort to him. You and Finn, you'd probably go out on the football field or to the boys' locker room if you needed to be alone to just think but Kurt… he'd go to the Choir Room or the Auditorium. Just like I used to."
"Which one do you think he'll be in?" Puck asked.
"Which ever room holds the most sentimental value or emotional significance," Rachel answered. "Which ever room he'll identify most with you."
"We had our first kiss in the Auditorium," Puck recalled.
"Then that's where he'll be," Rachel told him. "Go on, go."
"What about you?" Puck asked reluctant to leave her alone. "I could drive you home first and then come back. Or just stay with you all night."
"I'm fine, Noah," Rachel assured him. She may have felt emotionally weak and wanted nothing more than to go home, but if there was one thing left that Rachel could find emotional strength for, it was Puck. So as awkward and painful as it might be for her, she would stay at the reunion for Puck's sake. "Just go and find Kurt."
"Well what are you gonna do?" Puck asked.
"Go back in there and sit in a corner maybe," Rachel shrugged. "And just hope that nobody sees me or talks to me. Then I won't have to keep hearing the same questions over and over. The questions that I knew were coming but… I still wasn't prepared to answer them. It still hurts."
"So screw this reunion," Puck said. "How about I go and find Kurt and when we've talked I'll come and find you. You could wait for us in the Choir Room; you'll be comfortable there right?"
"No," Rachel answered. "Of course when we were students here it was my go-to room. Any time Quinn, Santana or some other girl said something mean to me I'd hide out in there and sing. Or every time Finn and I broke up. And every time Finn and I got back together actually but… that was a long time ago. I'm not convinced I'd still find it comfortable in there. If anything it might be too upsetting. Just, go and find Kurt, take as long as you need. I'll be fine."
"I'll be as quick as I can," Puck promised her giving her a quick hug before running to the Auditorium in search of Kurt.
Standing alone in the corridor, Rachel slowly twisted on the spot, taking in her surroundings. It had been so long since she had last walked the halls of McKinley High. Her old school friends had all commented on how the building seemed so much smaller now. However, Rachel didn't feel that way. In fact, the walls of McKinley High seemed bigger than ever, every brick seeming to taunt her over the fact her life hadn't played out the way she hoped it would.
As a teenager, Rachel had always looked down on McKinley and the pupils that filled it. She thought it was all beneath her and that she was heading for far greater things surrounded by better people. To her, McKinley had been too small and unworthy of her talent. Five years on and she felt as insignificant as a fly as she stood in the corridor, the last place to have witnessed her talent and the very building in which she had failed her audition for NYADA.
She heard movement behind her and turned to see a young man. She didn't recognise his face. He could have been a jock or a nerd or any other teenage stereotype. All she was certain of was that he had not been in Glee Club. He gave her a look as he passed by but didn't say anything as he made use of the boys' toilets.
Rachel was stood in the same place when he emerged from the toilets and once again he said nothing as he gave her a look. She stayed where she was a while longer and a large group of girls filed out of the gym. They had been Cheerio's, she was sure of it. They were all incredibly pretty with perfect hair and make-up and beautifully made dresses that Rachel couldn't even hope to afford.
They looked at her as they passed by, whispering words she couldn't hear and glancing back at her as they laughed. They disappeared into the girls' bathroom for a while before retuning, still laughing together. One of them roughly barged Rachel as they made their way back to the gym.
"I heard she's a waitress at Breadsticks," one of them laughed cruelly and the others laughed along with her as they rejoined the reunion party.
Their cruel laughter ringing in her ears, Rachel swallowed thickly. In High School, Rachel had always been teased and was one of the Cheerio's favourite targets for bullying. They mocked her clothes and her ambition. They flushed her lipstick down the toilet, left mean comments on her MySpace page and made fun of the size of her nose. People called her 'Boy Hips' and 'Man Hands' and threw slushies at her. Standing alone in that corridor, Rachel realised that very little had changed.
"Hey," Finn said stepping out of the gym and walking towards her. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
She burst into tears.
"Oh crap, I made you cry," Finn berated himself stepping beside her. "Um, ssh, it's ok. Come here, give me a hug," he pulled her to him, smiling a little as he was reminded just how short she was. "It's ok, don't cry, don't cry," he soothed. "Ok, cry," he said as the girl sobbed harder.
Her knees gave way and she collapsed but Finn was there to catch her. Supporting her weight, he directed her towards the wall. He leaned against the cool metal of the lockers and slowly sank down, carefully taking Rachel with him so he was sat on the floor with his ex-girlfriend in his lap. He held her close, murmuring reassurances, clearly remembering a similar situation in Rachel's bedroom after she had messed up her NYADA audition. Over the past five years, Finn had forgotten how much it pained him to see Rachel cry, but he was now remembering it all too well.
"I'm sorry," Rachel apologised tearfully shifting away from Finn and wiping at her eyes. "You must think I'm so pathetic."
"Not at all," Finn told her brushing some hair away from her face and drying a few of her tears. "Did somebody say something to you?" Finn asked. "I could start a fight if you wanted me to," he joked. "Or just kick over a chair; I still do that when I get angry," he admitted and a choked laugh bubbled from Rachel's throat. "There's that pretty smile I remember," Finn commented and Rachel ducked her head shyly before moving completely off of Finn's lap and leaning against the lockers beside him with her legs outstretched.
"I really hate this school," Rachel remarked. "High School predominantly sucked when I was a teenager and it just sucks even more now."
"Come on, its not that bad," Finn told her. "They've got a great selection of snacks and the DJ's playing all the songs we used to love back in our teenage years. And all the guys from Glee are here. It's not every day all of us are in the same town. You should take advantage of that and come dance with us. Well, you can dance, I'll just bumble around awkwardly to the rhythm of the music."
"I liked your dancing," Rachel said.
"So come back in and laugh with everyone else as I attempt to dance," Finn said. "Let's just try and have fun tonight with the old Glee gang and catch up."
"I can't," Rachel replied shaking her head. "They all… they all look great," she said enviously, but not bitterly. "And they've done great things with their lives. They're all happy and successful and perfect and I'm… sitting out in the corridor with puffy-eyes and a blotchy nose."
"You look fine," Finn responded. "Not puffy or blotchy at all. And Rachel, Glee Club was our family. Everyone of those Gleeks in there still care about you. It doesn't matter to us what you have or haven't achieved," he said as delicately as he could. "We love you for who you are."
"Who I am?" Rachel scoffed. "Finn, I'm nothing," she told him. "I'm just a spoilt, selfish, big-nosed brat who messed up the most important audition of her life. I was so arrogant and annoying, always boasting about my talent and how I was going to go to New York and be the best thing to ever happen to Broadway."
"Will you stop?" Finn asked her placing an arm across her shoulders. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're beautiful, Rachel, inside and out."
"I really thought that I was s-special," Rachel said. "That one day, little girls would idolise me the way I idolised Barbara. I was so sure that I was going to make it and that no-one and nothing in the world could ever stop me."
"There's still time," Finn pointed out. "You're only twenty-three, your life isn't over, Rachel. It's only just beginning."
"My life was over five years ago," Rachel said tiredly. "High School was hell for me in so many ways. But it was also the best days of my life. It just didn't get better for me. Standing in the Choir Room and selfishly demanding every solo and all the attention… that was Rachel Berry's shining moment. Those were my glory days. And I deserve to be miserable and working for minimum wage as a waitress with a mean manager yelling at me all the time. In school I was self-obsessed, childish and arrogant and all my failure now is just punishment for that."
"Rachel, that's crazy," Finn told her. "You're not being punished."
"I should have let Tina have the West Side Story solo," Rachel sighed. "Instead I just threw a tantrum and stormed out and quit and just… I was just so awful. I should have let Kurt have the Defying Gravity solo. I didn't deserve to win the Diva-off."
"Yes you did," Finn insisted. "You sung that song better than Kurt. He couldn't hit the note like you could."
"He blew the note," Rachel answered. "I know he did, I just know it. And I should have been gracious and let Mercedes play Maria. She was better than me in her second audition but I refused to admit it. And, my god, the way I treated Sunshine. I sent the poor girl to a crack house just because I was threatened by her talent and worried that she'd steal the attention away from me. What kind of person does that? Of course I'm being punished."
"Stop it, you're not," Finn responded losing a bit of patience. "Saying you're being punished is just an easy way out. You messed up, your dreams didn't come true, it hurts like hell, I get it. And so do most of your friends in there. Look at Tina and Mercedes. They wanted to be stars too. Mercedes wanted to make albums and Tina wanted to be on stage. Their dreams haven't come true but they haven't just shut down and given up on life. They're not self-pitying. They've moved on and they're happy doing something different. And I wanted to go to Drama school and be an actor. It didn't happen. And now Quinn's a T.V star. She never even had hopes or dreams about being an actress, she just got lucky and it happened for her. Do you think it's easy for me to talk to her knowing that she's getting to do the one thing I dreamed of doing? I'm really proud of Quinn but at the same time I'm so jealous. But I'm not wallowing in despair feeling sorry for myself just because my dreams didn't come true and you shouldn't either."
Quietly, Rachel drew her knees up to her chest and wiped her eyes. Standing up, Finn held his hand out to her.
"Come and dance with me?" he asked.
"Do… do I look ok?" she asked taking his hand and standing up. "Can you tell I've been crying?"
"Don't worry," Finn smiled at her pulling her close and dropping a kiss to her forehead. "You're beautiful."
Hand-in-hand, Finn led Rachel back into the gym and towards their former Glee mates.
XXX
Entering the Auditorium, Puck quietly walked to where Kurt was seated near the front and slumped into the seat beside him.
"A man walks into a bar," Puck joked. "Ouch."
He looked to Kurt for his reaction but the other man didn't seem to be overly impressed. Lifting his legs up and resting his feet on the chair in front, Puck twisted his neck to the side and studied Kurt's profile. The other man was sitting upright, his hands placed neatly on his lap and his head held high. He didn't shift or fidget. He kept still, the soft sound of his breathing the only indication that he was a human being rather than a statue.
"So, other than Finn and Santana did you keep in touch with anyone?" Puck asked.
"Does Jesse St James count?" Kurt asked.
"You mean that douche that egged Rachel?" Puck sneered.
"He's a cast member in my current Broadway production," Kurt explained. "I've worked with him on a couple of other musicals too."
"Well that asshole is on my 'beat the crap out of if I ever see them again' list, so no, he doesn't count," Puck replied.
"Then no, I haven't kept in touch with anyone," Kurt admitted. "Not that I really expected to. I mean I did expect Rachel to join me in New York and I thought Mercedes would always be my shopping partner but… things don't always work out the way we expect them to. I certainly couldn't have imagined becoming best friends with Santana after High School. And while I appreciate that you and Rachel have an unspoken Jewish bond, I wouldn't have guessed that you two would be living together."
"Maybe that's why it works," Puck said. "Because it's unexpected."
"Maybe," Kurt shrugged. "So who did you and Rachel keep in contact with?"
"No-one," Puck answered. "I still stop and say hi to your dad whenever I see him," Puck told him and he could tell from Kurt's face that he had no previous idea of such a thing. "He always fixes my truck up for free." He set his feet back on the ground and Kurt relaxed a little in his seat, turning sideways to face him. "You sorta look like him, you know," Puck said with a wry smile. "I never used to think so when we were dating. But after you moved to New York I suddenly saw the resemblance. It isn't anything overly obvious but its there. Just random little things I never noticed about your old man before suddenly made me think of you."
They were quiet for a while, both staring up at the empty stage. After a few minutes of silence, Puck pictured his teenage-self on the stage along with Kurt and an old memory played out before him.
His Mohawk was back and Kurt was shorter with the last remaining hint of baby-fat. The Teenage-Puck was circling the Teenage-Kurt, like a vulture. Teenage-Puck invaded Teenage-Kurt's personal space, pulling on the countertenors silver tie to bring him closer.
"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, Hummel?" Teenage-Puck growled.
"I bet the things I want to do to you are more interesting," Teenage-Kurt retorted gripping his hand in Puck's hair. "You might think you're a bad-ass, Puckerman, but I have thoughts and fantasies so dirty they'd make you blush like a virgin school-girl."
Teenage-Puck grabbed Teenage-Kurt's silver hat and tossed it aside. He ignored Teenage-Kurt's disgruntled 'Hey!' and placed a hand to the back of his neck as he claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss. It wasn't a particularly romantic first-kiss but it was fuelled with pent-up sexual tension and passion. It scorched through their veins and infected their blood-stream.
Teenage-Kurt was the first to pull away. His hair was mussed up, his clothes were dishevelled, his pupils were dilated and his mouth looked utterly ravished. He adjusted himself in his tight pants, drawing Teenage-Puck's attention to the outline of his hardened cock.
"I suppose you want to pretend this didn't happen," Teenage-Kurt breathed out wiping the droplet of blood away from his lower lip that Teenage-Puck had nipped.
"Can't," Teenage-Puck replied shaking his head and pulling Teenage-Kurt back to him by his belt. "One kiss is never gonna be enough." They were kissing again, passionately and frantically before Brad the Piano Man walked in and awkwardly cleared his throat.
Puck smirked as he relived the memory before chuckling to himself. He felt Kurt's questioning stare and just continued to smirk.
"What?" Kurt demanded to know.
"Nothing," Puck grinned cheekily. "I was just re-living a certain memory that took place on this very stage."
Kurt looked to the stage and as he stared, he re-lived the memory of their first kiss too.
"When you first dragged me into the Auditorium," Kurt said. "A part of me thought you were going to beat me up. Or that the guys on the football team would be waiting in the wings to jump out and throw slushies at me. You'd been hitting on me for nearly a month and even though I thought it was just some cruel joke I flirted back. I decided that if it was some elaborate prank to humiliate me then I'd make sure I'd say something so dirty it would shock you and that I'd give you a kiss you'd never forget."
"And you did," Puck told him. "But just so we're clear, my hitting on you and flirting with you was never a joke or a prank."
"I know," Kurt answered. "I knew it was real the second you kissed me."
"I still can't believe we managed to keep our relationship secret so long," Puck mused. "Gossip used to spread around McKinley like crazy. Nobody could keep a secret for long."
"We did pretty well for a while," Kurt pointed out. "So did Dave Karofsky."
"Any idea what happened to him?" Puck asked and Kurt just shrugged. "I bet he's a closet-case."
"Maybe," Kurt replied. "Five years might have been enough time for him to truly come to terms with his sexuality and be at peace with it. Or five years could be too short a time. With a guy like Karofsky it could go either way. He could pass as straight and find a girl, get married, maybe even have a kid and forever deny to himself who he really is and what he really wants. Or he could have met someone special. Someone who would be worth facing the homophobia for."
"Was I worth it?" Puck asked.
"You know you were," Kurt told him reaching his hand out to ruffle Puck's head where his mohawk used to be.
After their first kiss as teenagers, Kurt and Puck had kept their relationship secret. Kurt was still in the closet and people just assumed Puck was sleeping with any girl who batted her eye-lashes at him. In the beginning, Puck had enjoyed the thrill that came with a secret relationship. But over time, it got harder and harder to resist pressing Kurt up against a locker to make-out with him in the hallways. He had broached the subject about going public with their relationship but Kurt had shot him down.
At first, Kurt made the excuses that their relationship would damage Puck's reputation. Puck insisted that his reputation didn't matter to him. So Kurt changed his excuse, claiming that he would be on the receiving end of more bullying if the student body knew about them. Puck promised he would protect Kurt. So Kurt claimed that he wasn't ready to come out yet, that he feared his dad wouldn't understand and he just wasn't ready for people to know he was gay. Puck pointed out that Kurt's sexuality was obvious. Kurt punched Puck in the face and refused to speak to him for four days.
"It's weird," Puck commented and Kurt waited for him to elaborate. "We were secretly fooling around with one another before Mr. Schue even took over Glee Club. And people didn't find out until when… Lady Gaga week?"
"I think you're beating up Finn and then singing a song to me clued everybody in," Kurt said. "But yeah, before that it was just our little secret. I kind of liked it that way. Not that I didn't like people knowing about us. And I know we had this conversation many times over when we were still secret, but I swear to you, Noah, I was never for a second ashamed of you or of our relationship."
"I know," Puck told him. "I got insecure about it sometimes back then but I know now."
"I just liked having you to myself," Kurt continued. "When people didn't know about it I felt safer. Like they couldn't mock it, ruin it or take you away from me. But when people did find out I soon learned that even though they could mock it and shun it, they could never destroy it."
"Damn right," Puck agreed and he settled a hand on Kurt's thigh without even realising it. "You know, Rachel actually thought I joined Glee Club to be closer to Quinn."
The pair of them laughed.
"Well pretty much everybody thought I was in love with Finn," Kurt reminded him and Puck pulled a face of disgust. "That was awkward," he recalled with some amusement. "Of course, before I came out Mercedes believed I was in love with Rachel."
"And she busted your window," Puck remembered chuckling.
"Don't laugh," Kurt scolded digging Puck in the ribs. "I loved that car. And Mercedes was right; if Rachel and I had got together then I'm sure we would have very cute, loud babies."
"Or maybe you'd have a kid that couldn't sing a note," Puck laughed. "That'd be so ironic and it would drive you both insane."
"Yeah well, if you had been in love with Quinn like people thought," Kurt said, "maybe you would have got married and had a child that became a nun or a monk and never ever had sex."
"And if you'd really been in love with Finn you could have magically turned him gay and have an incestuous relationship," Puck teased.
"You're disgusting," Kurt replied smacking him upside the head. "What even made people think I was in love with Finn?"
"Everybody else seemed to love him, so why not the gay kid too," Puck shrugged.
"I kept seeing you, you know," Kurt said and Puck sent him a puzzled look at the abrupt change of conversation. "When I first moved to New York," Kurt elaborated. "I'd see your face in every crowd. Any hint of a mohawk, or tanned muscular body, or a leather jacket… my mind instantly thought it was you. It broke my heart a little bit more every time I realised it wasn't."
Puck squeezed Kurt's thigh.
"You know, I still have your letterman jacket," Kurt informed him. "Its hanging up in my old bedroom closet at my dad's house."
"You were cold," Puck remembered thinking of the night he had given Kurt that jacket.
"I meant to give it back," Kurt said. "But then…" he trailed off.
"But then we broke up," Puck finished the sentence.
"No, you broke up with me," Kurt stated and he shifted in his seat, forcing Puck's hand away from his thigh. "That was purely your decision, Noah, it wasn't mine."
"It was the right thing to do," Puck defended. "You had to go to New York and I couldn't go with you."
"Couldn't or wouldn't?" Kurt asked challengingly.
"Couldn't," Puck answered.
"Liar," Kurt accused. "You were just too scared to. Or maybe you were just bored of me and my moving to New York was your easy way out. Or maybe you just missed girls."
"That's not fair," Puck snapped back at him. "I'm not like you, ok. I didn't know I was gay by age five. It took me a little longer to work it out, same with Santana. She's a lesbian but she's been with more guys than most of the girls at our school put together. And yeah, I fooled around with most of the hot chicks at this school, and a few hot mums and cougars. But that all stopped when I fell for you. I never even looked that way at another girl when we were dating and I didn't go back to chasing skirt when you left."
"What about guys?" Kurt asked.
"I had a few hook-ups," Puck admitted and Kurt felt sick just hearing it. "What about you?"
"A couple of boyfriends and a few one-night stands," Kurt said and Puck's stomach clenched uncomfortably. "No-one serious."
They were quiet and the silence was not of a pleasant kind. It was awkward and uncomfortable, both of them feeling jealous about the other having been with different men.
"So, these boyfriends," Puck asked and Kurt closed his eyes feeling certain he didn't want to hear what Puck might ask. "Did any of them fuck you as good as I did?"
"No," Kurt answered honestly in a whisper. He wanted to turn the question back on Puck and ask the same thing but he didn't have the nerve, afraid that Puck might say he had better sex with some random stranger. "Actually, the first guy I became intimate with after you was quite a disaster."
"Yeah, tell me," Puck said.
"I can't, it's too embarrassing," Kurt replied and his cheeks flamed red as if to emphasize his point.
"Humour me," Puck told him. "Give my ego a little boost."
"Fine," Kurt agreed with a nervous laugh. "It was a guy from NYADA. Santana was on my case telling me that I just needed to get laid because looking at me made her feel sick. Nothing was happening with Adam so Santana dragged me out to a gay bar."
"Whoa, back up, who the fuck is Adam?" Puck demanded to know, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.
"A friend from NYADA," Kurt answered. "And my current director. He's nice. He's from England. We had a few coffee dates but it just never moved past friendship. So anyway, Santana dragged me to a gay bar and there were a handful of NYADA students there. There was one guy from my acting class, Gale."
"Gale," Puck sneered. "What kind of loser name is that?"
"If you keep interrupting I'm not going to tell you," Kurt huffed impatiently.
"Sorry," Puck apologised. "I'm listening."
"Gale was… kind of a big deal at NYADA," Kurt explained. "He was smart, talented, muscular, very good-looking and he had quite the reputation for being amazing in the bedroom department. Almost any time you walked past him and a group of his friends he would be telling them tales of his most recent sexual exploits. Even the straight guys thought he was a legend. And Santana was adamant that I just needed a proper fucking so she bought me a few drinks and then somehow convinced me to give Gale what was essentially a lap-dance."
"Then what happened?" Puck asked eagerly.
"I went back to Gale's place," Kurt answered. "And well, I didn't really get the proper fucking Santana insisted I needed. We went into his bedroom, I stripped off before I could think things through too much and change my mind and he just stared wide-eyed at… it for a few seconds."
"It?" Puck repeated darting his eyes down to Kurt's lap.
"Yes, it, my penis," Kurt clarified. "I thought maybe there was something wrong with me but then he took his clothes off. Before he took off his pants he looked at the floor shyly and said 'don't laugh'."
"Oh shit," Puck laughed. "This guy had a tiny dick didn't he?" Kurt nodded. "So all that bragging about his reputation in the bedroom, it was only lies?"
"It must have been," Kurt said. "He clearly didn't know what he was doing. His penis was… smaller than I expected," Kurt said delicately, "but I didn't say anything about it and I didn't laugh."
"He's lucky you're so sensitive," Puck pointed out. "Most dudes or chicks would wet themselves if a guy who claimed to be Casanova had a tiny dick."
"Don't be so mean," Kurt admonished. "Anyway, he dropped to his knees to give me head and… that's when I started laughing."
"About his little dick?" Puck asked.
"No," Kurt answered glaring at Puck. "It wasn't his fault he was small. And the size of the equipment doesn't matter if you know how to use it. And personally I'd rather a smaller cock than a massive one that would rip me open."
"Hey," Puck complained cupping himself through his pants and looking offended.
"Oh get over yourself, your average sized, just like me," Kurt told him. "Gale's penis size was unexpected but it wasn't a problem. His oral technique was the issue."
"A biter?" Puck asked with a sympathetic wince having been bit during oral sex on more than one occasion.
"He didn't take me in his mouth to suck, let alone bite," Kurt responded. "He cupped his hands round the back of my thighs, looked up at me and then just started… licking."
"Just licking?" Puck asked.
"Just licking," Kurt confirmed. "Licking like a cat or a dog. It wasn't even remotely arousing. It looked and felt ridiculous and I couldn't help it. I just laughed, right in his face."
"Ouch, that is cruel," Puck commented and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"It was so embarrassing," Kurt relayed. "Gale was mortified. I apologised to him and just tried to move things along. So we moved to the bed and I got between his legs to suck him off."
"To show him how it was supposed to be done right?" Puck asked.
"Well, yes," Kurt admitted. "I thought if he experienced a good blow-job then next time he was intimate with someone he could perform better rather than just embarrass himself."
"So what happened?" Puck asked. "Did he do a Finn Hudson and blow his load in less than thirty seconds?"
"Not exactly," Kurt answered ignoring the jibe about his step-brothers issues with pre-mature ejaculation. "I had his penis and his testicles in my mouth and I like to think I was giving a perfectly satisfying blow-job… and then he was moaning and writhing saying 'I'm gonna… I'm gonna'. I just assumed that meant he was going to cum. Admittedly I thought it was a bit early but I just chose to think of it as a compliment to my oral talents."
"But he didn't cum?" Puck asked in confusion.
"No," Kurt responded with a blush at the memory. "He… he broke wind."
"He farted?" Puck snorted clapping his hands together. "Oh yeah, that dude is a legend alright."
Kurt just shook his head, noting that Puck's reaction was similar to what Santana's had been when he relayed the night's events to her.
"I left rather quickly after that," Kurt said. "And I could never look Gale in the eye again. Although, I did hear from Adam that Gale had bragged about our night together. According to him we went through over half the positions in the Karma Sutra that night and he made me orgasm thirty times as I screamed that he was the best and biggest I ever had."
"And you let him get away with that?" Puck asked sounding surprised.
"I was as embarrassed about that night as he was," Kurt shrugged. "It didn't really matter to me what he told people. His version of events was certainly better than the truth."
"The first guy I was with after you wanted to put me in a diaper," Puck admitted.
"Did you let him?" Kurt asked not seeing the appeal of such a kink.
"Hell no," Puck answered. "He was an older dude, late thirties maybe, but alright looking. I met him at Scandals and I guess I went for him because he was the complete opposite of you. There were other guys there, some closer to my age who looked similar to you, dressed like you... but I couldn't bring myself to hit on any of them. So I went for an older man who was a completely different body type and didn't have any fancy designer clothing. He didn't remind me of you at all so I thought doing the nasty with him would be a good thing, that it might help me move on. Instead it just kinda freaked me out and I didn't even get a proper fuck."
"What happened?" Kurt queried.
"I went back to his place," Puck told him. "I gave him a hand-job and then he started calling me his 'baby boy'." They both cringed. "Then he put his hand down the back of my jeans and said 'I think my baby boy has a dirty bottom, time for a clean diaper'. I just kinda stood there thinking 'what the fuck' and then he got an adult-sized diaper out of a drawer. I guess that's when it registered in my mind that he was serious."
"So what did you do?" Kurt asked.
"Punched him in the face and ran," Puck answered as though it were obvious. "Don't get me wrong, I like to be a little kinky every now and then but there are limits and diapers are one of them."
"I had a guy who liked student/teacher role-play," Kurt said and Puck quirked an eyebrow in interest. "I decided to give it a go," Kurt admitted and Puck looked impressed. "I thought it would be a good acting exercise."
"Of course you did, you little perve," Puck teased. "So, which role were you?"
"I started off in the teacher role," Kurt answered. "It was quite sexy actually. Having the power, spanking him, telling him off and taking him on the desk… it was kind of a rush. But then he suggested we role-play it the other way and that was just disturbing. He reminded me way too much of Mr. Schue when he was being the teacher. We didn't really see each other after that."
"I had a hook-up with a guy who was into some serious bondage," Puck said.
"How did that go?" Kurt asked having only ever used wrist-restraints when he had been with Puck.
"It was kinda hot," Puck grinned. "Nothing I'd wanna do again though. And my body was in agony the next day. The guy also tore out my nipple ring. By accident, it got caught on a rope when he was untying me."
"I met a guy who turned out to be into blood-play," Kurt said quietly and Puck's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "We'd been on a few dates. He seemed so nice and innocent. I invited him back thinking that maybe we'd just kiss and cuddle on the couch. Then things got heated and we moved to the bedroom. Before I knew it he had a knife out and I was bleeding."
"Kurt, are you serious?" Puck asked looking horrified.
Kurt lifted his shirt to reveal a faint scar running near his lower rib where the cut had been made.
"He made another cut on my thigh," Kurt told him. "But that mark has completely faded now."
"The psycho cut you?" Puck asked angrily.
"Luckily for me Santana came home," Kurt responded. "She went all Lima Heights on his ass. Um, she's the only one who knows about it. I could never tell my dad or… or anyone else. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone either."
"Of course not," Puck promised.
"Come on, we should get back," Kurt said. "If we stay here too long Santana will be convinced that we're doing something naughty and I won't be able to sleep because she'll interrogate me about it all night."
"Yeah, and I should check Rachel's ok," Puck said standing up. "She really didn't wanna come here tonight."
Together, they walked back to the gym, their shoulders brushing lightly as they walked side by side. Puck held the door open for Kurt to step through, admiring his ass as he followed behind him.
"It looks like Rachel's ok," Kurt voiced and Puck looked to where Rachel was smiling and laughing as she danced with Finn.
"I haven't seen her that happy since High School," Puck stated.
"Hey, look," Kurt whispered gesturing to another spot on the dance floor where two men were dancing together.
"Is that Karofsky?" Puck asked and Kurt nodded.
"I guess he isn't still a closet-case after all," Kurt mused watching his former-bully happily dance with the man in his arms looking care-free.
"He pulled himself a hottie," Puck commented referring to the man who was presumably Karofsky's boyfriend. "What?" Puck asked defensively when Kurt glared at him. "Come on, that guy is hot. He's not my type or anything and he definitely isn't as sexy as me or you but you've gotta admit that he's good-looking."
"Looks like a meerkat if you ask me," Kurt mumbled casting a judgemental eye over the mans black leather pants and large-collared white button-up.
"Let's go and say hi," Puck said.
"Why, so you can drool over Dave's little twink?" Kurt asked.
"Grow up," Puck replied and Kurt was slightly offended to hear such a comment from someone as immature as Puck. "I'm gonna go and say hi to Dave. Nobody else is."
Kurt looked over and saw that Puck was right. None of Dave's old friends from the football or hockey team were making the effort to speak to him and catch up. In fact, people seemed to be avoiding Dave altogether and there was a lot of free space around him and his boyfriend on the dance floor. The closest people to them were in fact previous members of the Glee Club.
"It's a bit like Prom night," Kurt realised still watching Dave dance with the other man. "When I was made Prom Queen," Kurt continued. "And Dave was Prom King but he didn't dance with me because he wasn't ready to come out. So you danced with me instead. Then our friends danced along with us but that was it. Everybody else kept their distance. I guess their homophobic attitudes haven't changed."
"Forget them," Puck said. "They're Neanderthals right? Let's just go say hi to Dave."
"Ok," Kurt agreed and they made their way over.
"Dave, hey man," Puck greeted offering his fist to bump.
"Hey," Dave replied bumping Puck's fist and nodding to Kurt. "Puck, Kurt, this is my boyfriend," he stated proudly and the man he was dancing with turned round and pressed his back to Dave's front, grinding against him obscenely.
"Sebastian Smythe," the man introduced himself scanning his eyes up and down Kurt. "So, you're Kurt Hummel?" he asked and the question sounded like an insult.
"Play nice," Dave hissed in Sebastian's ear sending Kurt an apologetic look.
Kurt suddenly wondered if his earlier assumptions had been wrong. Maybe people weren't avoiding Dave and Sebastian because they still had homophobic attitudes. Maybe people had said 'hello', realised Sebastian Smythe was a vile example of human being and quickly moved away so as to better resist the overwhelming temptation to punch him in the face.
"Dave's told me so much about you," Sebastian smirked and Kurt found himself clenching his fists together. "I have to say, I thought you'd be hotter."
"I don't like you," Kurt replied honestly and Sebastian seemed delighted with the response.
"Ok, we better go," Puck said stepping in before Kurt lashed out.
"Are you two a couple?" Sebastian asked still swaying his hips sensuously as he writhed back against Dave.
"Um… well," Puck stammered while Kurt blushed and looked at the floor.
"I'll interpret that as a 'no'," Sebastian laughed and Kurt really did not like this guy. "Of course a proper man like you," he said to Puck with a wink, "can do so much better."
"We dated in High School," Kurt informed Sebastian through clenched-teeth.
"Oh how cute," Sebastian mocked. "Why did you break up? Were you both going to different colleges? Or was someone not sexually satisfied?" he directed the question at Puck and Kurt felt his face heat up in embarrassment.
"Bas, that's enough," Dave told him. "Sorry, Kurt, just ignore him."
"It's fine," Puck said on Kurt's behalf even though Kurt certainly didn't think it was 'fine'. "And trust me, I was more than sexually satisfied," Puck said stepping closer to Sebastian and leaning in to speak into his ear. "Kurt acts out thoughts and fantasies so dirty they'd make you blush like a virgin school-girl," he said paraphrasing words Kurt had said to him before their very first kiss.
An amused looking Sebastian looked ready to make a retort but Dave pulled him round so they were face-to-face and once again told him to 'play nice'. Glaring at the back of Sebastian's head, Kurt stormed off and started dancing with Mercedes, Artie and Tina.
"You two really didn't stay together?" Dave asked Puck.
"No," Puck answered. "Kurt went to New York and I stayed here."
"I'm sorry," Dave offered and Puck just shrugged.
"Sometimes things don't work out," Puck said casually. "Ok, seriously," Puck commented as Sebastian jumped into Dave's arms and locked his legs around his waist. "You two need to get a room or a Janitor's Closet."
"Not a bad idea," Sebastian smirked crushing his lips against Dave's quickly before setting his feet on the floor and leading his boyfriend out of the gym.
Puck watched the two go then moved further across the dance floor towards the Gleeks.
"Hey, mind if I cut in?" Puck asked Finn and the taller man stepped back to permit him to dance with Rachel. "You seem happier," Puck pointed out.
"I'm actually starting to have fun," Rachel told him with a smile.
"Good," Puck grinned twirling her around.
"You know, I do love you, Noah," Rachel said doing a hair flip. "But I'm not the one you should be dancing with," she said meaningfully just as the music abruptly changed.
Puck stopped dancing and looked over at Kurt, their eyes locking together as they recognised the song playing. Their song.
To Be Continued
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