Notes: The last time I played laser tag was well over a decade ago, so if I got it wrong, I am sorry. I kind of just went off what I knew about the object of the game, and separated New Directions into two teams. If that's not right, my bad! I probably should have picked something I knew, but laser tag kind of sounded like a whole lot of fun.
I am super thrilled that you all are enjoying my story, and I hope you continue to! I love hearing from you guys and thank you all so much for all of your kind words!
I made Rachel and Kurt friends in this. Technically that whole, "how come you were never this nice to me?" thing never happened in this, but I love their friendship so…yeah, they're friends.
Enjoy!
Chapter Seven—Sing-Off
Kurt's head was rested on Puck's chest and their legs were twisted together when he woke up. He could hear Puck's heartbeat pounding away softly and slowly. He felt Puck's breathing more than he heard it; every time Puck exhaled, it blew his bangs off his forehead for a second. And Puck was smiling, albeit barely in his sleep, and Kurt wondered what he was dreaming about and if it somehow included him.
Tentatively, he brought his hand up to Puck's chest and placed it over his heart. Puck's skin was smooth and warm to the touch. He slid his hand over Puck's gentle muscles until his fingers brushed what felt like metal and he stilled, lifted up the blanket a little bit, and saw a ring pierced through Puck's left nipple that he hadn't noticed before. Kurt thought about what it might be like if he pulled on the little ring lightly with his teeth as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin till it hardened, and whether or not Puck would like that.
But then Kurt flushed when he felt heat start to rise in his body and quickly pushed that thought out of his head. Untangling himself from Puck's body, he rolled over and grabbed his iPhone to check the time, and almost had a heart attack when he saw that it was almost ten in the morning.
His hand found Puck's chest again and he frantically shook him. "Puck! Puck, wake up. You have to wake up," he hissed, not even caring at this point if he also woke up Finn.
Puck stirred in his sleep and cracked open one eye. "Where's the fire?" he asked, his voice thick and hoarse.
"What?" Kurt asked, grabbing Puck's arm as he tried to pull him up. "There's no fire! You have to go! My dad's probably already awake and if he somehow finds your car and comes down here, he will probably kill you and make it look like an accident." He hadn't gotten around to telling his dad anything about Puck yet, and he didn't plan on doing it for a while. It wasn't that he didn't think he could talk to his dad about Puck—he totally could—it was just that his dad was really protective about his baby boy and he knew that Puck was notorious for sleeping around.
"Really? He'd do that?" Puck asked, finally opening both of his eyes as he sat up and bed and took his shirt from Kurt. "That's kinda harsh, dude."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Just get up and get dressed."
Puck did as he was told, albeit a little slower than Kurt would have liked; he couldn't be blamed for it, though. His brain didn't work right in the morning. "When do you want me to pick you up tonight?"
"Around eight-thirty is fine," Kurt said as he practically dragged Puck to the back door.
Kurt was fine with just exchanging quick goodbyes, but Puck wasn't. He placed his hands on Kurt's hips, pulling him close as he softly brushed his lips against Kurt's. The seconds the kiss lasted were the only ones that Kurt was actually relaxed during since he woke Puck up, and when Puck pulled away, Kurt's eyes were still closed and his cheeks rosy. "I miss you already," he admitted in a tiny voice before he closed the door.
Once Kurt turned back to his empty bed, he stomach growled, and he figured that he should probably eat breakfast while he's still got the chance. He climbed up the stairs, stalked into the kitchen, and stopped in his tracks when he saw his father standing over the stove, making pancakes and scrambled eggs.
"Hungry?" Burt asked, flipping over a pancake before it got a little too golden brown on one side.
Kurt nodded slowly and tried to act normal. "Yeah, I am," he said a little breathlessly as he walked toward the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice, pouring them both a glass.
"So, what do you wanna do today, kiddo?" Burt questioned, bringing the pancakes and eggs that he was already finished with to the table. The amount of food that he made was almost comical and would have lasted them a couple of days if it were still just the two of them, but their family was two members larger, and Finn ate like there was going to be a famine any day now.
"Well," Kurt started, scooping out some scrambled eggs onto his plate and two pancakes. "I kind of have plans with my friends tonight, if that's okay."
"That's fine. You should see your friends," Burt told him as he joined his son at the table. "You're away from them, too, not just me…er, well, us now."
Kurt smiled and placed his hand on his father's shoulder. He really missed his dad, missed this house and his room. He enjoyed being back more than he thought he would, and it wasn't just because he got to spend more time with Puck. "Thanks for understanding, dad."
"How about let's do something this afternoon? Just the two of us," Burt suggested as he covered his pancakes with sugar free syrup as per Kurt's request.
"Okay, what did you have in mind?" He was excited; he enjoyed spending time with his dad, and it would get him to stop thinking about how much he missed Puck.
Burt stabbed his mound of scrambled eggs with his fork and shoveled some into his mouth. "How about let's go to the mall? We can get you a brand new outfit to wear tonight when you go out with your friends."
"Really?" Kurt asked, his forkful of pancake halfway into his mouth. "But you just paid for my tuition. Can we even afford it?"
Burt shrugged and gave his son a soft smile. "We'll have to be on a budget for sure, but I will be able to get you something nice."
Kurt shot up from the table and flung his arms around his father, pulling him into a tight hug. "You're the best, dad!"
He laughed and patted his son on top of his head.
##
"I thought you were going to talk to him about not wearing making," David spat at Wes in the back of the fifteen-passenger van, nodding towards Marcus.
"He's not wearing much," Wes explained, shrugging his shoulders.
"He is wearing fake eyelashes with rhinestones on them," David said under his breath, making sure that Marcus was still well out of hearing range.
"At least he left his hot pink lipstick back at school?" Wes offered, but David did not look impressed.
"I think I'd rather he have on that than those things. How can he even see?"
The Warbler named Anthony turned around, tossing his arm over the back of his seat casually. "So, what's the plan?" He had dark hair and eyes, sharp features, but an extremely kind smile when he decided to actually show it off.
"David told me that the new kid went back to his stomping grounds," Daniel interjected, sounding proud of himself, like he was the only one with the treasured information. Well, besides David himself. "You know, that one that can sing really high."
"Oh, he's pretty good," Anthony said thoughtfully.
"You really think so?" Daniel asked, sounding more than a little surprised. "If I am to be frank, I don't think he's anything to write home about. I mean, I can sing just as good as he can—"
Anthony rolled his eyes and spoke over Daniel, "Why'd he leave?"
But before Wes or David could answer his question, Daniel was already in mid-explanation, "I heard that he is homesick, and that Blaine is worried he's not coming back. Not that we need him, anyways, but Blaine thinks we do for whatever reason…"
"But if he's homesick and he misses wherever he's from, then how are we going to get him to come back?" Anthony asked, knocking Daniel's sheet music out of his hand so he could do something other than annoy him for a good thirty or so seconds.
"Through song," Wes said excitedly, nodding.
"And we're going to crash the little get-together that Kurt's friends are throwing for him," David added, smiling devilishly before he high-fived Wes and Anthony.
A Warbler nearby with yellow hair almost as bright as the sun asked, "But isn't that kind of mean?"
"Nick," Anthony started, smirking. "Don't let us regret finally allowing you to become a Warbler."
"Is there already a song picked out?" the second-year senior named Trevor asked, who had remained silent for the whole conversation up until now. "Maybe we should rehearse on our way there?"
David shrugged. "I am not sure if Blaine's decided on one yet, but right before we left, he said he wanted to do a Kesha song…"
"What?"
"Kesha?"
"The crackhead Kesha?"
"I did not sign up for this! Katy Perry is one thing, but Kesha…"
"Guys, guys!" Wes said, holding up his hands to silence them, causing some other Warblers who were not in on the conversation to turn around. "It's not like we're singing it at Regionals, okay? We're not even going to have much of an audience, except for those New Directions kids. It's mostly just to psyche them out."
"And if we can show them that we can make an awful song that is literally a sin against everything good and holy actually sound good, then they'll be pretty shaken up," David added.
The silence was finally broken when Daniel finally said, "Alright, fine, but just this once."
##
He had already tried on about six outfits that already had earned a no, and just as Kurt did up the buttons of a particularly chic collared shirt, his dad asked, "How are things at Dalton?"
They went over this last night when they all went out to dinner as a family, but Kurt supposed that his father didn't think that his one-word answer of "fine" was sufficient enough. "So far so good," Kurt called back nonchalantly as he looked at himself in the mirror, turning from one side to the other so he could really appreciate the outfit from multiple angles. "The classes are harder, and I have a lot more homework, but I like being challenged."
"You making any friends?" his dad inquired, and Kurt heard the hesitancy in his voice.
That wasn't exactly the easiest question to answer, and no matter what, Kurt always felt a little awkward when he talked to his dad about his friends. There was always drama, always fall-outs, and trying to keep his dad on track with all of it was exhausting to say the least. "Uh, I've made a couple of friends. People are nice at Dalton." He walked out of the dressing room, held his arms out, and did a little twirl.
"Eh, the shirt kind of looks like something you already own," Burt pointed out.
Kurt looked down at it and frowned. "Yeah, it sort of does," he said before he disappeared back into the dressing room and discarded the clothes into the growing no pile. He saved the best outfit to try on last; impossibly tight charcoal colored skinny jeans, a fitted black designer shirt that hugged him in all the right places, and a jewel-toned aquamarine velvet jacket that played off the color of his eyes. Paired with the right accessories and shoes, he'd totally stop Puck in his tracks. But before he could daydream about Puck for too long, his father asked him a question that immediately brought him back down to earth.
"So, do you have a boyfriend yet?"
"Wh-What?" Kurt stuttered, his hand sweaty when he turned the knob of the dressing room door. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "No, I don't."
"Anyone you're interested in?" he asked, pushing the conversation further.
Kurt wasn't too thrilled to be talking about this; not now, in some clothing store. But if he tried to avoid answering, or if he flat out lied, his father would catch him in his act and call him out on it. Kurt decided that it was probably just best to get this out of the way, and try and play it cool. "Uh, there is…one guy who I like, but he…he doesn't go to Dalton with me."
"He goes to McKinley?"
His lips tightened as he nodded. "Yes."
Burt folded his arms over his chest. "It's not Finn still, is it?" he asked tentatively.
Oh God, Kurt wanted to just die. "No, dad, it's not Finn!" he said, sounding a little hysterical. Finn was now his step-brother, and while he hadn't been for too long, it pretty much killed every crush-like feeling he had for him. Finn not lifting a finger when he was harassed by Karofsky didn't help matters much, either. "You don't have to worry about that. I am so over Finn. It's someone else from glee."
Burt wanted to continue asking questions about this mysterious guy that Kurt liked, but he decided that Kurt would tell him when he was ready. Besides, it wasn't like there were a million guys in New Directions. If Burt wanted to, he was sure he could figure out which guy it was on his own.
"That looks really good," Burt said, nodding at what Kurt was wearing. "Do you like it?"
Kurt swallowed down the knot that had developed in the back of his throat, thankful that his father changed the subject. "Yeah, I love it," he told him.
"Good, then let's get it," his dad said, smiling.
##
Puck had already called a few of the members from glee to confirm that they were going tonight. Mercedes agreed without him really needing to ask, Sam said he'd go as long as Quinn went and she said yes, and Brittany, Artie, Tina, and Mike all said they were going. Lauren couldn't since she had a wrestling meet, and Finn was already in, so the only two he still had to ask were Rachel and Santana.
Even though Rachel was more of a fan of Kurt than Santana was, he decided to call Santana first. He knew Rachel and Finn were no longer an item and thought it'd take a bit more effort to talk Rachel into going, whereas Santana was always pretty straightforward.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey, it's me," Puck said, hoping this would be a quick conversation.
"Is this a booty call?"
Dammit. This was why Puck put off calling Santana for so long. He almost considered getting Brittany to do it, but he didn't trust her enough to actually pass on the message. Puck hadn't had sex in a really long time, and he suspected that Kurt wasn't going to be giving it up any time soon. Sex was his weakness; the offer of sex from a hot girl was about a million times worse, and Santana was hot, really hot, and he knew how good in bed she was.
"No," Puck said finally with much effort.
"Do you want it to be?" Santana asked seductively.
His whole body was screaming at him to say yes, but then he remembered Kurt, their plans, and how good things have been going between the two of them. If he said yes, then he'd mess up everything, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. "No, look, a couple of us are getting together since Kurt's in town and I was wondering if you wanted to come along," Puck said in one breath just so he was sure he wouldn't change his mind mid-sentence.
"Kurt?" Santana asked incredulously. "Please tell me you haven't decided to become gay."
He wondered how one actually went about deciding a thing like that. It wasn't like one day he woke up and thought it'd be a good idea to think that Kurt was attractive, he just did. "I just thought we could all hang out, you know? He's been gone a while and we all miss him."
Santana didn't say anything for a minute or two, and he figured that she was deciding whether or not she wanted to be seen in public outside of a school function with everyone from New Directions. "Who's going?"
"Everyone is going so far, well, except for Lauren, and I don't know if Rachel is because I haven't asked her yet."
"Don't invite her."
Puck sighed into the phone. "Why not?"
"Because no one likes her. I mean, Finn doesn't even like her anymore."
He knew that was a lie. Finn might have broken up with her, but he still liked her—loved her, maybe…probably. Puck saw it on Finn's face whenever he looked at her during rehearsals, heard it in his voice when he talked about her. "We all like her, Santana; you're the one who doesn't," Puck said, kind of feeling good about standing up to Santana and actually being honest instead of kissing her ass so he could get down her pants, which used to be the way he did things.
There was silence on the other end again, and he wondered if he struck a nerve with her.
"You know what? I'll pass," Santana said causally, and Puck could picture her looking at her nails or fluffing up her hair. "I have a date tonight, unless, of course, you've changed your mind?"
Puck's jaw tightened as he chanted the word no in his head about fifty times over.
"I haven't."
"Fine," Santana huffed into the phone. "I hope you have fun not getting laid tonight." And then she hung up on him.
"Bitch," Puck said to himself before he found Rachel's number in his phone. He didn't feel like going through a whole long-winded conversation, so he just asked her over text. And, like Santana, Rachel wanted to know who was going.
Yeah, I mean, he's Kurt's step-brother and all. –P
I don't know if I should go… –R
Puck was so over this. Why couldn't girls make up their minds without asking twenty questions and second-guessing everything?
You should go. We're all going to be there, and it's for Kurt. Who knows when he'll be back next? And you don't have to talk to Finn. You don't even have to be around him. He's pretty easy to avoid since he's so tall, you know? –P
It took her a few minutes to finally text him back after that message.
You said Santana wasn't going? –R
Right, she's got a date or something. –P
Well, I guess I should come to terms with me and Finn being broken up, and there's really no better way than to just face it head-on…so alright, I'll go. –R
He didn't even bother asking Rachel why she told him all of that when he really didn't need to know, Puck's just glad that she's going since he's got a feeling that Kurt will be happy to see her.
Great, we're meeting there at nine. –P
Nine? Don't you think that's a little late? –R
Really? Nine o'clock was late? Maybe if it was nine in the morning and you were up all night into the early morning partying…
No, it's a Saturday. See you then. –P
He turned his phone on silent before Rachel could argue back.
##
It was the first time Puck was in Kurt's house with Burt's permission, and he was nervous as hell. He had only met Burt once—at his wedding—so he's glad that he got to avoid the awkward Hi, my name is Puck conversation, but sitting with him in the living room while Finn taps away on his knees to break the uncomfortable silence wasn't much better.
"What are your plans for tonight?" Burt asked, eyeing Puck, wondering if he was the guy that Kurt was interested in or not. He was on the football team, so maybe, but he also had a mohawk and he was certain that his son wasn't into the whole bad boy appeal.
Finn exchanged glances with Puck before he turned his head towards the window and focused all of his attention on something outside that he probably couldn't even see since it was nighttime. "Uh, it's kind of a surprise. Kurt doesn't know yet."
From Finn's reaction, he realized that that answer was probably not the right one.
Burt narrowed his eyes at Puck and leaned forward in his seat. Puck wanted to touch his own face to check that it was still there and hadn't melted off from the look Burt was giving him, but didn't want to come across as daft. "Kurt's not here. Where are you guys going?"
Puck stared at Finn again who, just like before, provided no help, and Puck promised to himself that him and Finn would be on opposite teams tonight just so that he can laser the hell out of his ass. "We're all going to the laser tag arena."
"Who's we?" Burt asked.
While Burt was looking at the basement door, Puck swiftly kicked Finn in the shins and gave him an expectant look, nodding towards his step-father. "Just people from glee, well, except for two girls who had other plans," Finn muttered as he rubbed his leg.
Puck thought it was total bullshit that Finn answered, but Burt was still glaring at him. Couldn't he look somewhere else?
Burt tilted his head, his mouth a thin line. "So, are you the kid my boy likes?"
"Uh," Puck started, his mouth open and his expression blank before he shrugged. He was not sure if this was a safe conversation to have. "I don't know."
The way Burt was looking at him made Puck think that he knew he was lying through his teeth.
"You don't know?" Burt repeated, his eyes narrowing even further. "Do you spend time with my son? Have you visited him at Dalton?"
Dammit. Why was he getting interrogated? Did he really deserve it? Probably. Puck looked at Finn for some kind of support, but Finn just shrugged lamely and gave his usual crooked, awkward smile. "Yeah, I have," Puck finally admitted.
"How often?"
Puck sighed and rubbed his forehead nervously. "Uh, pretty often, I guess? Like almost every day."
Burt's whole face tightened. "Really? And what have you two been doing up there?"
Oh God, Puck hoped that Burt didn't think they were having sex or anything. Sure, that was what Puck wanted, but he was still suffering from blue balls. And if he was going to get in trouble with Burt, then it damn well better be for something that he actually did. "We just hang out," Puck shrugged, trying to play it cool.
"Just hang out? Is that it?" Burt asked.
He heard the sound of the basement door opening, and Puck almost worshipped the ground that Kurt walked on for saving his ass. "Dad, stop. You're scaring my friend."
Burt gave Puck one last look before he turned to his son, his expression softening immediately. "Have fun with your friends, Kurt." His eyes drifted momentarily over to Puck. "Don't be out too late."
Kurt nodded and gave his dad a quick hug before he grabbed both Puck and Finn and dragged them out of the house. "What's with your dad?" Puck whispered low enough so that only Kurt would be able to hear him.
"I told him there's someone I like from glee," Kurt admitted, his cheeks turning a little rosy. "I guess he thinks it might be you."
"Well, it is me," Puck told him cockily, waggling his eyebrows. His gaze drifted up and down Kurt's body and he smiled seductively. "Also, you look real good tonight."
"Will you two get in? If we do not get going then we're going to be late," Finn yelled from inside his car.
"Keep your pants on," Puck snapped back before he opened the back door of Finn's car for Kurt and held it open for him. When Kurt climbed in, he took the opportunity to check out Kurt's ass to see just how tight those jeans really were and how well they fit him. After getting an eyeful, Puck was a huge fan.
"You're not getting in the front with me?" Finn asked when Puck slid in the back seat after Kurt.
"Hell no, I am sitting back here with Kurt."
"Okay…" Finn said, starting up his car as he adjusted his rearview mirror.
Puck scooted in close to Kurt and took his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb across Kurt's soft skin. He tried not to focus too hard on how tight Kurt's pants hugged his thighs—they almost looked painted on. Kurt also smelled really good, and he noticed that the scent was coming from the curve of his neck. He brought his head close to Kurt, his nose bumping up against the skin behind Kurt's ear as his lips brushed against his long neck.
Heat rose in Kurt's cheeks as he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck, a tiny whimper escaped his parted lips.
"What are you guys doing?" Finn asked, sounding a little frantic and uncomfortable.
"Dude, shouldn't you be keeping your eyes on the road?" Puck huffed in between small kisses that he placed along Kurt's collarbone. But Kurt's hand on Puck's chest was pushing him away, his eyes sad as he shook his head. "What's wrong?"
"Not now," Kurt said, lacing his fingers with Puck's again.
"He's kissed Rachel in front of you before," Puck whined. He was really going to have to get Finn back now that he was preventing him from making out with Kurt. "Fine, but you better make it up to me later."
Kurt nudged him in the side playfully. "I will," he promised.
##
It was so great to be back with his friends from glee; Kurt didn't realize just how much he missed them until he saw them again after being apart for what felt like ages. He was even excited to see Mike and they never really talked much or hung out. But being at a laser tag arena made him a little wary; he had never been before and just looking at the equipment that he had to put on over his new clothes almost made him have a bitch fit.
"They're clean, right?" Rachel asked, literally taking the words right out of his mouth, her nose scrunched up as she looked at them from behind the desk. "I won't get sick?"
"What?" Mercedes asked, her brows furrowing. "How would you get sick from wearing a plastic vest with lights built into it?"
"Well, if it's got diseases…" Rachel said, frowning.
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "They look perfectly clean, Rachel."
Kurt and Puck held up the rear of the line waiting to get their equipment when Puck took Kurt's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, not even caring if one of their friends turned around and saw that he was holding Kurt's hand. "Is this okay?"
Laser tag certainly wasn't Kurt's first choice, but Puck put this all together for him, invited everyone from glee just so he could see them all and have fun with his friends, and Kurt slowly started to look on the bright side of things. The equipment did look fine from where he was, and besides, he could always take off his jacket just to make sure it didn't get dirty. "Yeah, I've never played laser tag before."
"I'll teach you how," Puck told him, nodding. "We can be on the same team."
Once they all had their vests and laser guns, Puck ushered everyone over to the lobby area. He already worked out that Kurt and Finn would be the captains and pick their own teams, just like you did in elementary school before playing kickball. And Kurt won the coin toss, so he got to pick first.
"Puck," Kurt said immediately, without even having to think about it. And Puck didn't even care that a couple of the glee kids were whispering to each other, wondering what was going on between them.
He figured that the rest of Kurt's choices would be the girls, and he ended up being totally right; Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, and Tina all joined Kurt's team while Sam, Artie, Mike, and Brittany (who Kurt really campaigned for to have on his team as well, but didn't get since the numbers would be uneven) made up Finn's.
"You all are going down," Mercedes announced as she clinked her gun with Quinn's.
The group of eleven made their way into the maze at the same time, each going in opposite directions except for Puck and Kurt who walked off together. Puck made the arrangement that he'd send everyone a group text once they were starting because he didn't think the workers would appreciate him yelling "GO!" at the top of his lungs. As he led Kurt to a good hiding spot, he quickly explained the object of the game: try not to get hit by someone's laser on the other team, don't run around too much, try and stay hidden, but do aim to shoot everyone on Finn's team, especially Finn himself.
"Pretty simple, right?" Puck asked.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, but I think I'm going to need a good luck kiss," he said, smirking slyly.
"I can hook you up with one of those," Puck told him before he leaned in, wrapped his hand around the back of Kurt's neck, pulled him close and kissed him. His other hand tugged at a belt loop on Kurt's pants as he rocked his hips forward, causing Kurt to make a startled little noise against his lips. Pressed up against a dark wall with neon lights decorating it, his hands all over Kurt's body, his tongue in Kurt's warm mouth, and his leg trapped in between Kurt's thighs—Puck was pretty sure this was the most erotic thing he'd ever done.
Reluctantly, Puck broke the kiss and whispered, "Good luck," against Kurt's soft cheek. He sent a quick text message to the group, and within a second or two, he heard what sounded like a battle cry and it was on.
He stayed close to Kurt at the beginning, but quickly they lost each other as flashes of people ran past him. Puck saw Mercedes first and almost shot her, but pulled back before he did and went after Mike when he saw him out of the corner of his eye, shooting his back a couple of times with his laser gun before he hid behind the closest wall and then took off, looking for Finn.
While he was on his mission, he managed to shoot both Artie and Brittany, but got shot by Sam at least five times since the dude was practically a laser tag ninja on steroids. Finally, he found Finn kneeling down, creeping around a corner to attack Kurt from behind and Puck leapt out from behind the wall that concealed him, shooting his laser gun at Finn so many times that the lights on Finn's vest turned off, eliminating him from the game.
It was not long until only he and Kurt were still in the game against Sam, and instead of staying together to ambush Sam, Kurt thought it was a better idea to split up to confuse him and then ambush him. Puck went to attack Sam from the front, Kurt from behind. Unfortunately, the plan wasn't completely successful because Sam managed to "kill" Puck before he could, but Kurt was firing away at Sam's back and the lights on Sam's vest turn off only a moment after Puck's.
"We won?" Kurt asked incredulously, surprised that he was the last man standing.
"WE WON!" Puck nearly yelled before Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, and Tina ran towards the pair of them, pulling them into a group hug as the boys and Brittany stood idly, all looking a little disappointed, especially Finn and Sam who really thought they had it in the bag.
"Enjoy it while you can since you won't be winning Regionals," a loud voice called from behind them.
"Because we will be taking that title," another said.
All eleven of them turned around immediately, Kurt the fastest. His wide eyes fell upon his fellow Warblers, and then finally on Blaine when he emerged from behind the group. "Blaine?" he asked as if he didn't believe his eyes. "What's going on?"
Blaine didn't answer Kurt; he just smiled widely and got into his usual I'm-about-to-perform-so-I-better-look-good stance, along with the rest of the Warblers. And just when Puck was about to stomp his way over to the kid who was trying a little too hard to conceal his curls, they broke into song:
Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe I just need some sleep. I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams. I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls. I'm staying up all night hoping, hitting my head against the wall.
That Blaine kid was looking directly at Kurt, singing to him as he grinned easily and swayed his hips. Puck glanced over to Kurt just to see what his reaction was, and Kurt's expression was completely blank, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrow.
What you've got, boy, is hard to find. I think about it all the time. I'm all strung out my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind.
A mean, overwhelming jealousy rose up in Puck's body before he could stop it. It was like Blaine felt everything he was singing to Kurt, and while they were not official yet, Puck certainly did not want Blaine thinking about Kurt all the time. He didn't want Blaine thinking about Kurt at all.
He looked around and saw that the other glee kids were staring at the Warblers, their jaws practically on the floor. They sounded good despite the song being awful, and were in such harmony that it was almost sickening. Along with the jealousy, Puck felt a little uneasy. It was like Vocal Adrenaline psyching them out all over again, but a million times worse since Blaine refused to take his eyes off Kurt.
Puck wanted to punch him.
Because your love, your love, your love is my drug, your love, your love, your love. I said your love, your love, your love is my drug, your love, your love, your love.
Whose love? Because Puck was damn sure that Kurt didn't love Blaine.
I don't care what people say the rush is worth the price I pay. I get so high when you're with me, but crash and crave you when you leave. Hey, so I gotta a question. Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement? Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum? Is my love your drug?
Was this guy dropped on his head when he was a kid? Did he not see that Puck was a complete and total badass? Did he not see Puck's guns?
Because your love, your love, your love is my drug, your love, your love, your love. I said your love, your love, your love is my drug, your love, your love, your love.
As soon as the Warblers sang the last note, they high-fived each other, all looking pleased with themselves, thinking that they proved something.
"Oh hell no," Artie said, looking at them all with the utmost disgust. He glanced over his shoulder at his friends, "Did they really just sing that song?"
About half of the club looked worried, the other half amused from what Artie said about the ridiculous performance. Kurt was still in shock, still trying to process what was going on, still trying to understand why the Warblers who were supposed to be his new teammates decided to do this to him and his friends.
"Guys, I think we need to give them a taste of their own medicine," Puck said, huddling up with the boys to agree on a song as the girls circled Kurt.
Puck made sure that from where the guys were standing they'd be able to scowl at the Warblers while he was still able to look at Kurt.
You know I never, I never seen you look so good. You never act the way you should, but I like it. And I know you like it, too, the way that I want you. I gotta have you, oh yes I do.
He knew for a fact that Kurt was into him. He was also pretty sure that if Kurt ever had feelings for Blaine that he didn't have them anymore, especially after the stunt he pulled tonight. And now that Blaine was no longer in the way, hindering them from potentially getting together, Puck really wanted to make things official.
You know I never, I never ever stay out late. You know that I can hardly wait, just to see you. And I know you cannot wait, wait to see me, too. I gotta touch you, 'cause baby we'll be…
If Puck had his way, he'd see Kurt every damn day regardless of how much the gas cost him. He knew that Kurt felt the same; he could see it on Kurt's face every time they saw each other.
At the drive-in, in the old man's Ford, behind the bushes until I'm screaming for more. Down the basement, lock the cellar door, and baby, talk dirty to me.
Puck wondered if there was a drive-in in Lima or if Kurt's dad drove a Ford.
You know I call you, I call you on the telephone. I'm only hoping that you're home, so I can hear you when you say those words to me and whisper so softly. I gotta hear you, 'cause baby we'll be…
He also wondered if Kurt would be opposed to phone sex.
At the drive-in, in the old man's Ford, behind the bushes until I'm screaming for more. Down the basement, lock the cellar door, and baby, talk dirty to me.
When they finished, he realized just how wide Kurt's eyes were, and he really wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. However, judging by Kurt's rosy cheeks, the way he licked his dry lips, and how his pants seemed even tighter than before, Puck was willing to bet that it was a damn good thing.
"Are you still confident about winning Regionals?" Sam asked sarcastically, grinning widely.
"Yeah, I am," Blaine said, returning his smirk before his eyes fell on Kurt. "Because we have what you need—your ex-member."
A fierce red rose in Kurt's face from that comment and he stomped over to Blaine. "Blaine, this is crazy. What is this about?" He had no idea how Blaine—who was his friend and used to be his crush—could have done this to him. Blaine knew how much he cared about everyone from New Directions.
"You're too good for them," Blaine whispered. "We don't want you to leave."
"Too good for them?" Kurt repeated, sounding furious. "They are my friends, and when did I say I was leaving Dalton?" None of this made sense to Kurt.
Blaine looked just beyond Kurt and stared into the faces of Kurt's friends. "I thought—you came back just to visit?"
"Yes! And I plan on doing it more in the future, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving," Kurt told him.
Puck walked toward them, taking a step in front of Kurt as he got in Blaine's face, glaring at him. "I think you and your little backup singers ought to leave."
"I am much more than merely a backup singer," Daniel muttered, but everyone ignored him.
Blaine took one step closer to Puck, his face set, and he was smiling wider than ever before. "You know what?" he asked, almost laughing. "I bet he hasn't told you half of the things he's told me. Things he had to deal with at McKinley while you weren't there for him like I would have been if I had the chance. I bet you don't know what happened to him, because if you did, then you'd stop trying to take advantage of him."
Kurt's mouth flew open, but no sound came out. And Puck was furious for several reasons: one, this bastard thought he knew everything; two, he never took advantage of Kurt; and three, Blaine was right—whatever he was talking about that happened at McKinley, Kurt never told him of. "Yeah, well, too bad I'm the one he's kissing. Too bad I'm the one he's up thinking about at night, and not you," Puck whispered back so that only Blaine and Kurt could hear.
And with that, Kurt finally seemed to remember how to form coherent words. "Blaine, you need to go. You all need to go. I'll be back at Dalton Sunday night."
Blaine continued to glare at Puck for one more minute before he finally backed away, turned around, and headed towards the door. The rest of the Warblers idly hung around, wondering what the hell just went down before they followed their leader out of the arena.
"What the hell was that about?" Finn asked stupidly, still staring at where the Warblers were just standing.
Puck turned to look at Kurt, "We need to talk."
