Chapter 10: I Want You

Kurt's chatting with Mercedes, as he searches for his Calculus book in his locker. An arm snakes around his waist, he turns, and Puck's lips are on his. Kurt sighs into the jock's mouth, and wraps his arms around the other boys' neck. Puck breaks the kiss, and backs away from Kurt, grinning. "Hasn't worn off yet!"

"Kurt Hummel!" Mercedes' eyes are wide, question marks all over her face. "Talk fast, white boy."

Kurt rolls his eyes and slams his locker shut. "Puck's trying to convince me that he likes me."

Mercedes shifts her books in her arms. "Looks pretty convincing to me."

"Yeah."

In the cafeteria, at lunch time, Kurt sits with the other Glee kids. Puck saunters over, totally ignores the empty seat beside Kurt, and slides onto the diva's lap. Around the table mouths drop open in shock!

The diva wraps an arm around the jock's shoulder, and rolls his eyes. "Puck thinks he likes me."

Mike mumbles around his sandwhich. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I don't think I like you. I do like you." Puck drops a kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Hey, Puckerman, did the fairy turn you into a cocksucker?" Azimo stands beside the Glee table, lunch tray in his hands.

Puck glares up at the other football player, but he doesn't move from Kurt's lap. "Yeah, he did. Now shut the fuck up, or I'll smear your face all over the floor."

Azimo laughs as he walks away. Puck leans back against Kurt's shoulder. The diva blushes, and whispers so only the boy on his lap can hear. "I haven't turned you into a cocksucker."

"Not yet, but I'm hoping." Puck kisses Kurt's jaw, and then slides off his lap. He moves to the empty seat, and takes his lunch out of his backpack.

Kurt's trying to stay impassive, he's still convinced that Puck's feelings are temporary, but these PDAs are winning the other boy points, big time!

Puck leans against Kurt's Navigator, his arms around the diva curled against him. "So, if you're right, and this is some weird side-effect, how long before it wears off?"

"I don't know, a day or two."

"Better kiss me now then." Puck nibbles at Kurt's lips, and the diva moans and melts into the other boy.

The whole school thinks that Puck and Kurt are a couple. The initial surprise that the resident badass was hot for the fairy is long gone. The boys are old news. No one even looks twice when they hold hands.

Puck drags Kurt into the nearest supply closet. It's been a whole 8 hours since they kissed the night before and that's way too long. "Good morning, Princess."

"Good morning, Noah." Kurt whispers into Puck's lips, and welds their mouths together again. Their hands roam over each other, but when Puck glides his hand across Kurt's fly, the diva moves his hand away and steps back.

Puck groans and rests his forehead against Kurt's. "Babe, please, I'm not going to change, I know it."

Kurt runs his fingers through Puck's ridiculous hair. "Yeah, if you were going to snap out of this, you should have done it by now. It's been two weeks." Kurt picks up his messenger bag from the floor and opens the door. "I'm going to call Angela."

Puck takes Kurt's hand. "Yeah?"

Kurt raises the other boy's hand to his lips. "Yeah. I have to know."

Puck throws an arm around the diva's shoulder. "Good!"

Kurt paces his room, waiting for Angela to return his call. The phone buzzes in his hand, and he fumbles to hit the call icon with shaking hands. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

Kurt sighs in relief. He's never been so glad to hear anyone's voice in his life. "Nothing, nothing, I'm fine. I've got a question though."

"That's what I'm here for. Talk."

"A friend said he wanted to know what it felt like, you know, to be the 'snack'." Kurt clears his throat. "When we were done, he kissed me, and ever since then he's been trying to convince me that he likes me. But I think it must be some illusion triggered by the 'snacking'." The anxiety is clear in Kurt's voice. "I want it to be real, but I don't think it is."

"How long ago was this?"

"A little over two weeks."

"Did you plant a suggestion?"

"No!"

Angela laughs at the indignation in Kurt's tone. "Just checking, wouldn't matter if you had though. Kurt, in all my years, I've never heard of a planted suggestion that lasted for more than 4 days."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't know this guy, I can't guarantee that he's telling the truth when he says he likes you. He could be lying. People lie all the time. What I can guarantee is that whatever he's saying, it has absolutely nothing to do with 'snacking'"

"Thanks, Angela."

"Oh, and Kurt, one more thing. No one ever volunteers to be food, unless they like you. No one."

Kurt stares at his phone. He can't stop smiling. He's not really thinking at all. Words flash on his mind's IMAX screen, letters skyscraper tall and blinking in neon. "HE LIKES ME, HE REALLY LIKES ME!" He's plagiarising from Sally Fields' Academy Award speech, but he doesn't care. It's not a fang induced delusion! Kurt jumps and punches the air in excitement.

Kurt hasn't seen Puck all morning and he's nearly jumping out of his skin with anticipation. He's sitting at the Glee table, totally oblivious to the conversation around him, eyes on the cafeteria entrance. Puck saunters in, and Kurt is off his chair and running. He grabs Puck and pulls him into a kiss. Catcalls and whooping noises erupt around them. "Get a room, dudes!"

Kurt tears his lips away from Puck, his crystal eyes sparkling. "You Like Me!"

Puck grins. "That's what I've been trying to tell you, babe."

The diva stares at the club wear strewn across his bed. He frowns as he runs his fingers over the black PVC pants. They look good but they get really hot. Boots clang down the stairs, and Kurt turns. "Noah, you're early!" The boys fold into each other, arms and tongues searching. Kurt steps back and motions to the bed. "I can't decide what to wear tonight. What do you think?"

Puck walks over to the bed, scoops up all the slinky, sleazy clothes and dumps them on the floor. "You're not wearing any of this stuff."

"Noah Puckerman! Are you insane?"

Puck takes Kurt by the arms and sits them both down on the bed. Kurt's stronger than Puck by light years, but he doesn't want to use his strength against his boyfriend, so he lets Puck move him.

"Kurt" Puck twines their fingers together. "I don't want you to go to those bars anymore. I can't stand watching you with those morons."

Kurt frowns, not understanding. "You said you liked to watch."

Puck nods. "Yeah, you look really hot controlling those guys. But now, I know what it feels like. I don't want anyone else to feel that with you."

Kurt smiles and traces a thumb over Puck's cheek. "Honey, I've got to feed."

"Yeah, but you don't have to 'snack' on strangers. Wouldn't you rather 'snack' on me?"

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking me. I'm asking you. Kurt, please. I don't want it to be anyone else. I want it to be me, only me."

Kurt snuggles into the other boy, wrapping his arms around Puck. "I want it to be only you." Kurt raises his head and looks into hazel eyes. "You sure?"

There is no hesitancy in Puck's voice. "YES"

The diva rises on his knees, tilts his boyfriend's head to the right angle, and sinks his fangs into warm flesh.

Kurt licks the wound, and sits back. Puck's eyes pop open, he grins, and drags Kurt down onto the bed, stretching out over him. "Fucking Awesome!" Puck rolls them over until Kurt is on top. The jock reaches up and pushes the diva's hair back in place. "I hope you like the taste of my blood, because you're never 'snacking' on anyone else."

Kurt's laughter spells happy. "I'm good with that!"