A/N: Glee does not belong to me. Obviously. Thanks for all the support for my story. I honestly didn't know if you guys would like it when I started it. It was just something that had popped into my head and wouldn't go away. I am having a lot of fun with it though. Thanks for the reviews and favorites!
Beyond the Pain
Chapter 7
Puck paced as he waited anxiously for Kurt to arrive. It wasn't that he was surprised Kurt was taking so long, since he had seen Mercedes stop him in the hallway. He was just worried because Kurt had been acting strange all day. Any time they met, he seemed reserved and… sad. Puck was sure it had something to do with him, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Did he do something to make Kurt upset?
That was one of the reasons why Puck was so jittery. What if Kurt decided he didn't want to do this anymore? Puck didn't want to stop… he couldn't… he still needed Kurt so much.
Of course, Kurt's absence could have something to do with Finn. Puck thought back to earlier. Why couldn't he just leave Kurt alone? He almost said something to the quarterback, but Finn would think it strange if Puck stood up for Kurt. And he really didn't want their relationship to become public.
He stopped, running a hand through his Mohawk. Where was Kurt? He was never this late.
He's not coming.
And as soon as he thought it, Puck knew he was right. Something was definitely up with the fashionable boy.
But he wasn't going to just let it go, either. If he knew Kurt, there was one place he would be.
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Kurt's fingers skimmed lightly across the piano keys. Puck was probably furious with him. It wasn't like he intentionally skipped out on him. It was just that he had forgotten his book bag in the choir room. His thoughts had been on the jock, so really it was the other boy's fault.
Once he found his bag, he sat down at the piano. Kurt always felt better when he played; it reminded him of his mom. He really didn't want to leave, and he wasn't sure what to even say to Puck. It was easier just to avoid the whole situation.
Although he knew he was being a coward, he just wasn't sure he could face him right now.
Kurt felt a prickly feeling at the back of his neck and turned around to see Puck standing there, looking at him intently.
"Hey, Kurt. What's up?"
"I just forgot my book bag."
The other boy didn't respond as he walked closer into the room. He continued to give him a speculative glance that Kurt found unnerving.
Kurt stood up, not looking at Puck.
"Actually, I need to get home. My dad needs my help."
Puck grabbed his arm as he tried to walk by, effectively stopping him from leaving.
"What's wrong, babe?"
"I am not your babe, Puck. Now let me go," Kurt said irritably. He didn't really mean to snap at him, but the whole situation was making him really tense.
"Kurt? What's the deal? Did I do something to upset you?"
But Kurt just sighed heavily and looked up at the other boy. "Fine. You want me to stay? I'll stay… but I don't want to talk."
"But Kurt…"
"God, Noah! Would you just shut up and kiss me?"
Kurt pulled him closer so he could reach his open mouth. He knew the kiss felt desperate; he just wanted to hold onto Puck for as long as possible.
After a few minutes of heated, frantic kissing, Puck gently pushed him away.
"Kurt…"
"It's fine, Noah."
"Talk to me," he demanded and Kurt sighed.
"We're pathetic," he whispered.
"Speak for yourself. I'm not pathetic. I'm a badass."
"Fine, you're a pathetic badass," he snapped.
"You know, Kurt, I think you're trying to piss me off."
"Now why would I do that?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
Kurt looked away to avoid answering him. But he could feel Puck's intense stare and the silence became unbearable.
"You've been so nice to me lately, Noah," he said finally looking up at the other boy. He placed his hands on Puck's face. "And what I need… is for you to cut it out." He punctuated his statement with a light slap to the jock's face.
"Hey!" Puck said grabbing Kurt's wrists and pulling his hands down. "What the hell, Hummel. You're getting what you wanted. Now I'm pissed."
"Good," Kurt responded angrily. "Because I need this. I need to feel the anger, Puck. Anger is safe. It's something I understand."
Puck just stared at him like he'd gone insane… which perhaps he had.
"I can't afford to feel anything else, Noah. If I let down my guard…" he said, his eyes starting to water. "If I let myself feel anything … I'm afraid I might… fall for you…" His voice was soft, his anger spent. "What good does it do to trade one straight jock crush for another?" he said with a harsh laugh.
"You're right, Kurt," Puck said seriously. "You can't fall for me. This, while being helpful and enjoyable even, is not who I am. I'm not gay. I know it for a certainty, and this will never be who I am. I don't want to break your heart, Kurt. And I will not lead you on like Finn does. What we have is intense, amazing even. But that's all it will ever be."
"I know that, Puck," he said softly.
"Besides, Kurt," he continued. "You don't want someone like me. I'm not what you want in a guy."
"Actually," Kurt said dryly, "I would just like a 'guy' in a guy."
"Don't do that, Kurt. You're extremely picky. Be picky. You're amazing, and you deserve someone who's amazing. Someone who can give you everything you want. Someone who's more into guys than girls."
"Noah," he said. "What did I tell you about being nice to me?" But he couldn't help but smile at the other boy.
"Don't get me wrong, Kurt. I do want you. At first, it was all about the anger. Almost punishing …both of us. You helped me deaden the pain… made me feel alive again. But now Kurt… I can honestly say that it's not all about that anymore. I want you. You're sexy as hell, and you're always there for me, Kurt… if not in person, than in my fantasies."
Kurt's mouth went dry.
"You… fantasize about me?"
"Oh, yeah, Kurt. I think about you all the time. I imagine taking you right here in the music room. Sometimes Finn and Quinn are even here with shocked looks on their faces."
"That's just disturbing, Noah."
"Yeah, I know. Usually, it's just me and you… and you want me so bad."
When had his voice changed to seductive mode? Kurt had a hard time resisting him when he talked to him like that. His body was reacting just to the sound of it.
'And I make you come screaming my name… ruining your designer clothes, Kurt. But you don't even care."
"That will never happen, Noah."
"Are you challenging me, Kurt? Challenging my badassness?"
Kurt knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't back down. Puck already had the upper hand.
"Of course not, Noah. But I love my clothes; I would never let you ruin them."
"I think that's a challenge, Kurt. And I am a badass."
Puck backed Kurt up against the piano and put his hands on either side of it, effectively trapping Kurt. He was not touching him, but he was oh so close.
"In those tight jeans, I can see everything, Kurt. I can see just how much you want me, need me right now…"
"It's not like it's a secret," Kurt whispered.
"It wouldn't take much, would it Kurt? Just a light touch? A stroke… and it would all be over?"
Kurt didn't answer; he couldn't. He just turned his head away.
"Look at me Kurt. I want you to look at me."
And he did. He couldn't resist him. Puck's brown eyes were intense.
"God, I want you so much Kurt. I want to touch you right now, but I won't."
Kurt looked at him then in surprise.
"I won't touch you… I want you to lose control, Kurt. I want you to lose it without me ever touching you."
"Noah, don't do this please?"
"You're not helping yourself, Kurt. I like it when you beg…"
He didn't say anything then. He didn't know what to say or what to do.
He wasn't even sure what he wanted.
Noah leaned in closer, his lips almost touching Kurt's neck. He breathed in slowly.
"You smell so good, Kurt. All turned on like this. I want to kiss you… lick you… taste you…"
"Please, Noah," he said with a whimper.
"What do you want, Kurt?"
"Touch me?" His voice was pleading.
"Against the rules, Kurt."
"Fuck the rules, Noah!"
Kurt couldn't see it, but he could almost feel Puck's smile.
"But you can touch yourself, Kurt. I want you to… I want to watch…"
"No."
"You need relief, Kurt. You want release… I know that has to be painful," he said stepping back to look down at Kurt's evident bulge.
"Noah," he moaned softly.
"Undo your pants, Kurt…"
"Someone might see."
"No one will be able to see, except for me. I want to see, Kurt. Show me. I know you want to."
Kurt tried to resist, he really did, but he couldn't. He undid the button and unzipped his skinny jeans. His hands were shaking as Puck watched his every move. That excited him even more.
He felt some relief as he was freed from his constrictive clothing. He could see the desire in Puck's eyes and it was intoxicating. No matter what, Noah wanted him.
"Now touch yourself, Kurt. Pretend it's me touching you, stroking you." As he did what the other boy asked he could hear Puck's shaky breath. He realized the jock was losing some of his control.
"God, Kurt! That's so freaking hot!"
Kurt was having difficulty breathing himself, as he moved his hands up and down.
"Shut your eyes, Kurt."
And he did as the other boys asked.
"I love the feel of you in my hands, Kurt. I love touching you as I squeeze tighter and tighter, faster and faster…"
He imagined Puck's hands on him as his seductive voice caressed him. Kurt cried out as the feelings overtook him, and he lost control.
Puck was strangely silent as Kurt's mind tried to focus once more. The first thing he noticed was that he had, in fact, gotten stuff all over his clothes.
His expensive clothes.
"Yeah, just like that, Kurt. Although that may have been better even than my fantasy," Noah said with a smirk.
Kurt glared at him, angry that he had let the other boy manipulate him.
Puck looked him up and down, shaking his head.
"You made quite a mess."
Kurt was feeling a myriad of things… sadness, frustration, self loathing… and the way Puck was smiling at him, enjoying his discomfort just really pissed him off.
"Puck, you're such an ass."
"Yeah, I know, babe."
Kurt seethed, trying to think of something to say that would accurately convey his displeasure.
"You might want to clean that up. You know, before it stains or something and ruins your pretty clothes."
"God, I hate you so much, Noah!" Kurt said angrily.
"Yeah, babe, I know," he said, this time more seriously, as he kissed Kurt on the cheek. "You're welcome," he whispered in his ear before walking out and leaving Kurt all alone.
