Bigger part, yaaaaay~ love you guys!
I do not own glee or its characters.
This was co-authored by my friend maddie.
Almost a week passed with them going back and forth like this.. Puck bought condoms because he was afraid of hurting Kurt and they only had sex on days they were in the locker room together, one of them they ALMOST got caught and it kind of scared them both to death.. Puck wanted to take Kurt out somewhere else in his truck, it had a huge seat and he knew Kurt would never have sex in his new car.. It was after school and it had been glee club so he didn't get to have any touching time with Kurt so Puck was racing home and texting him at the same time.. trying to get some sexting on because he had blue balls from yesterday when practice was canceled and he had been almost kind of hard the entire day just thinking about Kurt naked in his arms again. That's when it happened.. that's when Puck got into a car crash and smashed the front of his car into the back of another..
Out of the car Puck rammed into came one large, red-faced man, anger bubbling up. Puck had smashed into his beloved self-restored cadillac. Burt Hummel, in his usual jeans, work shirt, and blue baseball cap, rushed up to the boy's driver window, all but tearing the door open. "What the hell have you done, boy? You all but ruined my car! You better have insurance, or I just might gut you!" he was furious, blue-green eyes that were strikingly like Kurt's, flashing in anger. Puck was in deep trouble.
All Puck could do was sit there.. his phone was shoved deep into his pocket and his face was pale and he felt like he might puke.. As a large man came up to his door and ripped it open Puck felt his throat tighten and he couldn't talk, breath, speak, nothing. It all came up at once and he pushed the man aside as he fell out of his truck and puked on the pavement with a loud heave, shaking with the force of it. Puck's eyes were watering and he wiped his mouth as he looked up and over at the man, looking terrified. "I.. I'm.. I'm sorry I don't.." He managed to get out.
The large, balding man watched with a look of shock and slight disgust as the boy emptied his lunch onto the pavement. The older Hummel shut his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose a few times, before bending low and patting the boy on the back. "Alright, calm down boy. No need to gut yourself, I was just kidding." He went to his car and grabbed a bottle of Evian water that Kurt made him carry with him, to 'stay hydrated'. He handed it to Puck along with a packet of travel tissues and got into the other's car, rifling through his glovebox. He was not a cold-hearted man, and seeing a scared teenager like that made him think of his son, so he couldn't be too mean. Not finding an insurance card, Burt frowned more and got out. "Alright kid, I didn't see an insurance card, we need to work something out. Is there any way you can pay for the damages?"
Puck let out a little sigh, he was still freaked out.. his mom couldn't pay for this.. he didn't have a job.. they couldn't do another bake sale to come up with the money for this and he'd be the laughingstock of the school. Slowly managing to stand and lean against the back of his truck, Puck took the water and tissues and spit a few times and wiped his face, trying to look cool and not totally freaked out about this. By the time the older man came back out Puck was standing taller than before and he stared at the damage to his car, swallowing hard. "No.." Was all he could answer with and look down, sighing and rubbing a hand over his head.
Standing up full, Puck was a couple inches taller, so Burt had to look up at him with a disappointed face. "I was afraid you'd say that." he huffed and took off his cap, rubbing at his head as he surveyed the damage. "This ain't no fender bender here, son. I need compensation..." he put his cap back on, and thought hard. "Alright, well, I guess this is what we'll do." he pulled out a business card from his shirt pocket. 'Burt Hummel, auto mechanic- 244-988-1021 - 21 Lyndon Road', it read. "I'm an auto mechanic. In order to pay off all... this, you're gonna come work for me till it's paid off. I'm not taking no for an answer. Be at that address tomorrow at 3. I took down your information in the car, so if you don't come in, expect a call." he gave him a nod, patted his back, and got in his car and left.
Puck just stood there trying really hard to look calm and cool.. but he honestly wasn't and it showed in his eyes. Staring at the older man and swallowing hard, he thought for a moment that this guy was going to ask him something weird to do.. but when he was offered a job.. well.. that was pretty unexpected. Taking the card and staring at it, Puck slowly looked up at the man to tell him that he'd be a little late because of a club but the man was already gone and he knew he'd have to skip out early to be at the garage on time.. Now it was time to go home and tell his mom what the fuck had happened, but Puck pulled out his phone first and saw about ten angry messages from Kurt asking him where the hell he was, Puck just laugh/sighed and put his phone away, he'd have to tell him that later.. He drove home and was immediately met with his mother and she saw his truck, gasping and tugging him inside and yelling at him so fast he didn't know what the hell she said. Puck tried to explain and avoided the flip flop his mother was swinging around as she talked about it finally happening and how were they going to pay for this and when he finally told her that they didn't have to pay ANYTHING and he had a JOB she calmed down a bit, told him to pay more attention, and that dinner would be ready in an hour..
In a cute, modern house on Lyndon Road, a tiny brunette boy was scowling at his phone. One hand was in his adorable shorts, gently touching himself to Puck's sexts. After a text he sent describing himself 'sucking on Puck's fat cock', he waited eagerly for a response. A few minutes passed. He sent a text saying just 'u there?', and waited. More time passed, and more texts were sent, getting angrier as time went by. Finally he tossed his phone on his bed, scowling and getting up. He washed his hands, erection lost, and went upstairs. With a glass of orange juice in his hand, he sauntered around, in short shorts and a sleeveless pink striped hoodie, looking ultra cute. He walked into the garage connected to their house and stopped in his tracks. "Oh my god, dad what happened?" he all but shrieked, as he watched his father working on his beloved cadillac, which was all ruined in the back. "Some idiot kid ran into me, probably on his phone or something." he grumbled, looking over at his son and sighing. "Didn't even have insurance, can you believe kids these days? Anyway, he'll be working in the garage till he can pay it off, so don't be surprised if you see a new face around." the older man paused for a second, and looked at his son. "And get back in the house before someone mistakes you for a girl and flirts again." Kurt giggled a little and gave his dad a kiss on the cheek before heading back inside.
Puck closed the door to his room and tugged off his jacket and shirt, he flopped down onto his bed with a sigh and stared at his ceiling for a few moments.. He wanted to call Kurt but he knew that the boy was mad at him.. and he realized that he hadn't really talked to anyone for the past week. Not Finn.. not Santana.. not Quinn or any of the guys on the football team.. and to be honest he didn't feel like talking to any of them but Kurt.. because Kurt got him in a way he had never felt before. He dug out his phone and dialed Kurt's number, hearing it ring until it reached voice mail and he hung up and tried again.. determined to make Kurt talk to him.
Kurt had gone back to his room, to find his phone vibrating. He saw he had a missed call, but tossed the iphone back on the bed, ignoring it like Puck had ignored him. He set his drink down as the phone went off again, and he saw it was the mohawked boy once again. He debated on answering, and did, only to hang up. He quickly set his phone up on delayed picture, set it on the dresser, and hurried in front, looking cute but angry, and put his perfectly manicured middle finger up at the screen. He waited, then hurried back, checked the picture to make sure it looked good, and sent it to Puck, with a smarmy smirk.
Puck took a breath to speak into the phone when he heard Kurt pick up.. only to hear the dial tone a second later and he frowned. Usually Puck would have gotten pissed and started sexting someone else by now, he knew he was hot stuff and he wouldn't take being treated this way, but he wasn't in the mood to sext and he really just wanted to hear Kurt's voice.. When his phone vibrated and he saw a picture waiting for him to open, Puck looked at it with a little smile and almost laughed, an idea springing in his head.. if Kurt wouldn't talk to him maybe he'd look at him.. Puck rifled through his drawers until he found a permanent marker and wrote on a little card in big letters I'M SORRY, laying back down, setting it on his bare chest and taking a picture of him looking sad, checking to make sure that the words were actually in the picture before sending it back to Kurt.
He'd expected Puck to stop after that picture, but his phone was vibrating again, and he opened the message, smiling a little and biting his lip. The boy looked so cute, all sad-looking and pouty. But Kurt wouldn't give in yet. He grabbed a notebook by him and scribbled down something with a purple gel pen, sitting on the bed and taking a pic of himself holding the paper which said 'Prove it.' and giving a sexy pouty face.
Puck had his phone resting against his stomach when he felt it vibrate, quickly flicking it open and staring at the picture of Kurt in that cute little outfit asking him to prove it.. Idea's rushed through his head and Puck swallowed hard.. knowing he couldn't tell Kurt about the crash.. but he could tell him about right before the crash.. Finding another card to write on, Puck drew a big heart on it and wrote 'I missed you today..' inside, taking a picture with him kind of smiling and sending it to Kurt right away, it was the only thing he could think of..
Kurt was much quicker to pick up the phone now, eager to see what Puck had come up with. He opened up the new message and blushed brightly at the words and heart. Did Puck mean it? ...What did he mean? Did he miss the sex? Or... maybe he meant Kurt himself? Both? Did Kurt want him to miss him? Ugh, too much thought. In any case, that was enough, and made him happy. He turned to a new page and wrote 'I missed you too. Going to bed. Send me a cute goodnight pic~' and took a picture and sent it.
It was a while before he got the next picture.. it made Puck a little worried.. maybe he had said the wrong thing..? Maybe Kurt didn't want him to miss him? Before he had time to freak about it he got Kurt's picture and smiled a little, then wondered what the fuck he was going to do for a goodnight picture.. Puck lay there in thought.. trying to figure out what to do.. but the slight hard on he had just from seeing Kurt in that cute little outfit and waiting for him to get naked for him was distracting and suddenly he had an idea.. it was stupid and retarded but it made him grin and want to laugh and see if it would piss Kurt the hell off. Making sure his door was locked Puck shucked off his pants so he was just in his boxers, falling back into bed and tugging them down a little so a bit of his slight hard on was showing. Puck bit his lip and carefully drew a smiling face under the tip of his cock before he wrote 'Goodnight' on his hip beside it and took a picture and sent it before he lost his nerve, laying there afterward with his shorts down, waiting for Kurt's reaction with a little smirk on is face.
When his phone vibrated again, Kurt picked it up, expecting a cute picture of Puck smiling or waving. Instead he got a hard cock with a tiny face on his. His cheeks went cherry red, and he immediately replied with a text saying 'Pervert'. Then a minute passed, and he looked at it again, and smiled a little. It was funny... crude, but cute. Kind of like Puck. He grinned and saved the picture, setting it as Puck's picture on his contact list. He then pursed his plump lips into a kiss and took a closeup of the lower half of his face, so it looked like he was kissing through the phone, and sent it to Puck, with an attached text that said 'Good night puck. 3'. He turned off his phone and lights, and went to sleep with a smile.
When that text came through Puck's phone he grinned a little and was very pleased with himself, thinking Kurt was done talking to him for the night, but then he got another and opened his phone to see those lovely lips kissing and Puck felt his cock throb a little. He saved the picture and spent the time he had before their late dinner touching himself and coming to the thought of Kurt sucking him off, wiping up and tugging a pair of sleep pants on to eat in, getting yelled at for being late but he didn't care.. he felt good and it made him.. happy.