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Chapter 7-Sunday
Around Sunday lunch time, the three girls seated themselves in the back of Kurt's car so he could take them home. As he was driving the girls, he offered Puck a lift as well. With a quietly mumbled 'thanks', Puck grabbed his things. He said a goodbye to Carole, nodded to Burt and took his place in the passenger sea of Kurt's Navigator. Finn was still asleep.
As they drove, Rachel babbled to them about the original song she had been writing and planned to sing to them all in Glee Club the next day. Not sure how long he could handle listening to Rachel talk about song-writing and how her love for Finn had given her inspiration, Kurt opted to drive the Jewish girl home first. He then dropped off Brittany who lived nearest before taking Mercedes home. Pulling up outside her house, he got out of the car with her and carried her bag as he walked her up the drive to say goodbye.
Having forgotten her key, Mercedes had to knock on the door until her mum came to answer it. Smiling at them, Mrs. Jones looked over their shoulders and spied Puck sitting in the car.
"Have you got a boyfriend, Kurt?" Mrs. Jones asked him.
"No I haven't, but thank you for reminding me of my lonely single status." Kurt replied.
"Then who's sitting in your car?" Mrs. Jones enquired.
"That's just Puck." Mercedes answered with a shrug.
"And most definitely not my boyfriend." Kurt commented as he and Mercedes laughed at the absurdity of the idea.
Hugging one another goodbye, Kurt and Mercedes promised to call one another later before the girl entered her house and the boy returned to his car. He felt a little awkward to be alone in the company of Puck but he tried to disguise that fact.
"What were you laughing at?" Puck asked though he didn't sound overly interested.
"Mercedes' mum," Kurt explained. "She saw you in the car and thought you were my boyfriend."
"Why's that funny?" Puck asked sounding a little defensive.
"Well I'm not really sure," Kurt answered not wanting to offend the jock further for fear of being beat up. "I guess it isn't particularly amusing when you think about it, but at the time Mercedes and I found it quite comical. I suppose you had to be there to truly appreciate the humour. Oh and don't worry, we obviously corrected her and informed her that you're not my boyfriend. Only Prada knows why she came to such an inaccurate conclusion in the first place. Honestly, even if you did share my sexual preferences the likelihood of the two of us ever becoming a couple is practically non-existent. Hahaha." He laughed awkwardly glancing sideways at Puck and catching the mohawked teen staring back at him with a quirked eyebrow. "My apologies," Kurt sighed turning his eyes back to the road. "I was merely trying to make conversation."
"Right." Puck responded.
"So?" Kurt asked tentatively.
"So." Puck answered, just how their abysmal conversation had gone the previous night before an uncomfortable silence had fallen between them.
"Silence then." Kurt sighed since Puck failed to supply anything that could lead to a proper discussion.
The countertenor slowed the car down as a tiny old lady hobbled across the road with a black poodle yapping at her ankles.
"Is that her real hair or just a dead poodle on her head?" Kurt asked laughing at the woman's untidy mane. Puck's face remained blank. "Hmm, tough crowd." Kurt remarked continuing to drive along. "Oh my eyes!" Kurt exclaimed noticing the hideous outfit a middle-aged man was wearing as he walked along the pavement. "Track pants and a tweed jacket, seriously? Somebody needs to burn his outfit immediately." Again Puck's face remained expressionless while Kurt laughed. "Honestly Puckerman, just go and buy yourself a sense of humour on eBay."
"Watch how you speak to me, Hummel." Puck retorted though his voice sounded more tired than threatening.
"If being in my company bothers you so much you're more than welcome to get out of my car and walk." Kurt told him.
"What the hell?" Puck asked. "I didn't say anything about you bothering me. Damn, why are you so defensive all the time?"
"Oh I don't know," Kurt said sardonically. "Perhaps countless years of being attacked by mindless Neanderthals has something to do with it. Locker-shoves, slushies, nasty-names, dumpster-dives for example." He said pointedly.
"So what, you expecting me to apologise for that shit or something?" Puck questioned. "I don't do apologies, dude."
"Well of course not," Kurt sniped. "Basic human behaviour is far beyond your capabilities."
"Whatever." Puck sneered.
"Wow, snappy comeback, I'll have to remember that next time someone insults my clothing option and sexuality." Kurt replied sarcastically.
"Shut up." Puck mumbled pathetically.
"My, my, your witty retorts just increase in their level of intelligence and creativity," Kurt drawled mockingly. "If I may be so bold, I suggest that we verbally communicate more often so that I might one day be able to argue with somebody in such a sophisticated manner as you. Oh please bestow upon me your superior vocabulary."
"Pull over." Puck ordered and the tone of voice accompanied with his glare made Kurt gulp as he obeyed. The car stopped and Puck stepped out then moved round to the driver's side and yanked the door open. "Now get out."
"What?" Kurt squeaked before clearing his throat and nervously smoothing out his fringe. "No way, absolutely not."
"Scared, Hummel?" Puck questioned with a smirk knowing that Kurt could rise to the challenge in his tone.
Scowling up at Puck, Kurt gracefully stepped out of his car and shut the door, squaring up to Puck. He refused to break eye-contact with the mohawked teen and despite fearing that his clothing may be ruined and his hair messed up, Kurt was not prepared to back down.
"What now?" Kurt demanded to know, his hands on his hips and his eyes never leaving Puck's. "Are you gonna beat up the town gay then boast to all your jock friends? Very impressive, that's sure to win you plenty of respect and have girls falling at your feet."
"Get over yourself, dude," Puck sneered. "I didn't give you shit all those years because you like cock. I couldn't give a fuck if you wanna suck dick all day or have some fat cock up your ass."
"Oh really," Kurt scoffed. "Then why did you bully me?"
"I just don't like you very much." Puck told him. "Now you're pretty sharp with your fancy words, Hummel, I'll give you that. Now let's see how tough you really are. Hit me."
"What?" Kurt remarked staring at the Jewish teen as if he were insane.
"Come on, hit me." Puck dared him.
"You're being totally ridiculous." Kurt replied.
"Should have known you wouldn't have the balls to throw a punch," Puck jeered. "I guess you're too much of a girl for that." He goaded.
Jaw clenching and glaring daggers at Puck, Kurt balled his hand into a fist and swung for Puck's face. With an embarrassing amount of ease, Puck blocked the hit, grabbed Kurt's arm and twisted it behind his back before shoving him frontward against his car.
"Nice try, princess." Puck told him patting his shoulder in a patronising manner.
"Get off." Kurt hissed struggling in his hold.
"First say pretty please." Puck responded with a smirk.
"Hey asshole, he said get off." A new voice said before Puck was yanked away from Kurt.
Turning round and rubbing his aching arm, Kurt's eyes widened as he realised his knight in shining armour was Dave Karofsky.
Puck looked at Dave in confusion before looking to Kurt then back again. He saw Dave's eyes flicker to Kurt as well and then it clicked in Puck's head and he burst out laughing.
"That's cute, man," Puck laughed clapping Dave on the shoulder. "Really cute."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dave replied shoving Puck forcefully in the chest.
Still laughing, Puck looked back to Kurt who was wearing a clueless expression.
"Right, of course not," Puck replied before stepping closer to Dave and whispering into his ear so that Kurt wouldn't hear him. "You totally wanna tap Hummel's ass."
Dave lashed out and shoved Puck away from him again before punching him in the jaw. Puck threw a punch back and the two jocks grappled with one another as they threw a number of punches. Moving away from them, Kurt opened the trunk of his car to pull out Puck's rucksack. He threw it towards the boy's feet before slipping safely into his driver seat and driving off.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, I'm not gay." Dave insisted slamming Puck against a wall only for the mohawked teen to reverse the position.
"Whatever, dude, I saw the way you looked at him." Puck replied.
"Fuck you, Puckerman, if you tell anyone I'll…" Dave began.
"Relax," Puck told him as he punched Dave in the gut. "I don't give a shit if you're into other dudes. But if you're really into Hummel, here's a little tip for ya, step out of the closet. That dude won't accept a secret relationship. If you want him then you gotta man up and be brave enough to be yourself just like he is."
"Why are you telling me this?" Dave asked suspiciously.
"Just trying to help out." Puck answered raising his hands up to show he meant no harm. "The kid's really uptight; he definitely needs to get his ass laid. And another tip, you wanna win him over then you gotta get in good with his girls first because if they don't accept you then you won't stand a chance. Those chicks will eat you alive."
Stepping away from Dave, Puck picked up his rucksack and slung it onto his shoulder before walking in the direction of his house.
"Puck?" Dave called and the Jewish teen paused waiting for him to continue. "You're not gonna tell anyone about me are you?"
"I'm not that big of a jerk." Puck replied before walking away.
Sagging against the wall, Dave breathed a sigh of relief wondering how he could go about trying to make nice with Kurt's girl friends.
To Be Continued
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