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Italics — Flashback
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Kurt took a deep breath from where he sat in the middle of a circle created by the girls and the Warblers, all staring at him expectantly.
"OK." Kurt breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't believe he was going to explain everything. The whole summer was supposed to be a secret, and it had successfully been kept that way up until this one, very random night. Just thinking about the summer made him wince. He hated himself for what happened.
And here he was.
About to tell his closest friends.
He could do this.
It was just a stupid story.
He could do this.
He could do this.
He couldn't do this.
"OK." Kurt repeated, not able to form any other words that would turn out as anything even vaguely close to being coherent.
He looked up, and his eyes locked with Blaine, who was mouthing something.
Mouthing the word 'Courage.'
He smiled.
Taking a deep breath, he started to explain.
"Over the summer, a lot of things happened." He bit his lip. "Things that I'm ashamed of. Things that I really wish hadn't." He sighed. "And it all started with that stupid game of Truth or Dare I told you about..."
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" The boys all chanted as Puck chugged a carton of some mystery drink that Mike and Artie had prepared for him, while Kurt only grinned fondly and rolled his eyes at their boyish behavior.
Puck drank the last few drops of whatever repulsive liquid the carton contained and crushed the carton with his hands, eliciting loud cheers from himself and every other boy in the room.
"Yeah, Puckasauras!" He chanted, earning laughter.
"Oh, God. I can't believe you actually drank that..." Artie gasped between laughs.
"I told you, I can handle any dare, dude." Puck said proudly. "I am the champion at this game!" He exclaimed with a punch to the air.
But Kurt, who wasn't the least bit impressed, snorted.
And it didn't go unnoticed.
Puck narrowed his eyes. "Something funny, Hummel?" He asked.
Kurt smirked. "Oh, no. Of course not." He said unconvincingly.
"You doubting my badassness?" Puck asked.
"No, not at all. I just find it a bit presumptuous of you to think that you would be able to succumb any dare provided." He stopped to think. "And, I suppose that it would only be necessary if I were to...disprove that particular assumption." He said.
Puck blinked. "He's using big words again, dudes." He announced, and there were low rumbles of agreement.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "What I meant was that I think I can make you chicken out if I tried. I highly doubt you can succeed in any dare given." He challenged.
Puck's brow furrowed. "Oh yeah? Dare me. Hit me with your best shot." he said.
Kurt smirked. "Be my boyfriend for a day." He dared.
The boys' jaws dropped.
Puck's smug smirk fell. "What?" He asked.
"I believe you heard me, Noah." Kurt gave him a bitchy smile. Puck's expression remained the same. Kurt leaned back on his hands with a satisfied expression on his face. "See? I knew that you wouldn't be able to follow my dare. I know you're a badass, Puckerman. You've been to juvie numerous times, slept with nearly every girl in Lima and you knocked a girl up." He shrugged. "All those things prove that you're tough, but you know what I think?" He asked, stalking almost seductively across the small circle on his hand and knees and getting up close in Puck's face. "I don't think you have the balls to be me." He challenged, and clicked his tongue.
"Oooohhh..." The boys in the circle called as Kurt sat back in his seat and Puck narrowed his eyes at him.
"I'll do it." Puck said suddenly.
Kurt's jaw dropped.
"Oh!" The boys cheered around Kurt and Puck.
"W-What?" Kurt stuttered out.
"I believe you heard me, Kurt." Puck said, mimicking Kurt's voice. "I said I'll do it. Starting tomorrow morning, you've got yourself a boyfriend." He closed the deal with a smile and a wink, while Kurt sat blinking and wide-eyed, his mouth agape.
"Right, right, you told us about all that, but what happened the day of the dare?" Santana asked eagerly.
"I was getting to that." Kurt replied bitterly, and sighed. "Right, well, the next morning, he had the balls to actually break into my house to wake me up..."
"Kurt? Ku-urt..." A voice sing-songed next to Kurt's ear.
Kurt groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. It was too early for this. Much too ear—
Oh dear God.
Someone was jumping on his bed.
"Kurt! Time to wake up! C'mon! Carole made waffles! I love waffles! Kuuuurt..." The voice whined as it jumped on Kurt's bed, launching Kurt into the air.
"Jus' five mo' mins, Finn..." Kurt slurred in his sleepiness.
Suddenly, the jumping stopped, and was instead replaced by one large pound in the center of his bed when the source of the voice moved into a sitting position in the air and landed on it's ass.
"Not Finn." The voice corrected.
Kurt only groaned. "Who?" He asked.
"Your boyfriend for the day, silly!" The voice claimed gleefully.
Oh.
Right.
OK.
It was just Puck.
Woah! Wait! What?
Kurt shot out of bed into a sitting position, almost throwing Puck off of the bed. "Noah?" He nearly screamed, his eyes wide and panicked. "What the hell are you doing in my room? How'd you get in here?" He covered himself with his blanket, cursing the fact that last night had been hotter than usual and he had slept in his boxers and a wife-beater.
"It really wasn't that hard, I mean, your window wasn't locked." Kurt's eyes widened and Puck laughed. "I'm kidding! Finn let me in, jeez." He laughed the words.
"Well, g-get out!" Kurt said, pointing towards the door.
"Is that stubble?" Puck asked with a smirk, reaching out to touch Kurt's jawline, but Kurt swatted away his hand.
"Stop it!" Kurt exclaimed.
"It's cute." Puck said.
"Shut up, Noah!" Kurt said, scowling at the boy — holy crap — on his bed. "Get out of here so I can take a shower and shave." He ordered.
Puck's eyes wandered to his hair. "Hey, you have bed head." He commented randomly with a goofy grin.
Kurt dropped his face into his hands. "Noah..." He groaned, and then jumped when he felt a hand running through his hair. "What the hell?"
"Your hair's really soft." Noah said, eyes locked on Kurt's hair.
Kurt blushed. "Uh...thanks." He mumbled. "I'm...gonna take a shower." He said, practically scrambling out of bed.
He was halfway through his shower when he realized that he had forgotten to grab clothes in his haste to leave his room. He groaned, banged his head against the wall of the shower, and when he finished, he stepped out and poked his head around the door.
He sighed in relief when he didn't see anyone, and wrapped a towel around his waist, stepping out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
He went through his closet to find something to wear, and decided on a black and white striped T-shirt with a cream-colored bow tie hanging undone around his neck, and black shorts along with black Doc Martens, and a black hat.
He laid the clothes out on his bed, and, while grabbing his boxers, his towel fell.
And that's when Puck decided to walk in.
"Hey, Kurt, if you don't hurry you're not gonna get any—" He cut himself off at the sight of Kurt scrambling to pick his towel back up, and his eyes widened.
Kurt held the towel in front of him and, finally catching sight of Puck, screamed.
No, he actually screamed.
"Get out!" Kurt screamed. "Get out get out get out get out get out!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" Puck apologized, covering his eyes with a hand.
"Get out!" Kurt repeated, blushing furiously.
In his hurry to get out, Puck ran into the door.
"It's not funny!" Kurt yelled at the group of laughing teens. Even Blaine had doubled over in laughter. "It was embarrassing!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, it's funny." Santana said.
Kurt scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. But anyways, it got even worse when we were out in public..."
Puck threw an arm around Kurt as they walked down the street, giving glares at anyone who dared to make eye contact.
"You don't have to do this, you know." Kurt said, looking at the ground. "I won't think any less of you if you back out now."
"Please, babe," Puck scoffed, and Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'm not backing out of the dare now. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not." He said, giving Kurt's shoulders a squeeze.
Kurt smiled shyly and looked away.
"Hey, let's grab some lunch." Puck offered, steering them into Breadstix.
"I— Noah!" Kurt stopped them, shrugging Puck's arm off of him and ducking into an alleyway, and Puck raised an eyebrow, following him. "This is ridiculous; people are gonna see you if we eat here." Kurt continued, looking Puck in the eyes as well as he could in the dark of the alley.
Puck shrugged and grabbed Kurt around the waist, pulling him close. "Who said I cared?" Puck asked.
Kurt gaped at him. "Aren't you afraid it'll ruin your reputation?"
Puck scoffed. "Babe, I'm a sex shark; why limit myself to just one gender when I can have the best of both worlds?" He asked.
Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed his hand. "Fine; c'mon." He said, and dragged them into Breadstix.
"So he didn't have a problem being in public with you?" Rachel asked.
"No, now stop interrupting!" Kurt snapped. "Now where was I? Oh, right; Breadstix. Anyway, we went into Breadstix, and...it was actually kind of nice..."
"You're kidding me, right?" Puck said, laughing.
"No! I swear!" Kurt said through his laughter. "I'm a certified mechanic; certified when I was fourteen, but I've worked on cars since I was five. So I've known how to hot-wire a car since I was seven." He finished, taking a bite of his salad.
"Babe, I don't even know how to hot-wire a car!" Puck exclaimed.
Kurt pushed his salad around on his plate and looked up shyly. "Maybe I could show you how sometime." He offered. "And you don't have to call me babe, you know."
"Yeah. I know." Puck said.
Kurt smiled a bit a looked back down at his salad, blushing.
"So, listen," Puck started, and Kurt raised an eyebrow, "there's gonna be fireworks for the fourth of July next week; wanna go?" He asked.
Kurt smirked. "Are you asking me out?" He teased.
"I guess I am." Puck said with a smirk, leaning forward.
Kurt hummed. "I'll let you know." He said with a small wink, and returned to his salad.
Puck only smiled at him
"Aww..." Santana teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Fake Boobs." He said, cocking an eyebrow, making the girls laugh at a blushing Santana, and the Warblers' eyebrows raise at what he said.
"So what happened at the fireworks?" Rachel randomly asked, changing the subject.
Kurt paused a moment, and then took a deep breath. "Well..."
"I love this song." Kurt said, large stereos blaring 'God Bless the USA.'
"Why's that?" Puck asked, looking over from where he laid on the red and white checked blanket he had brought to Kurt, who was laying next to him.
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know...I guess I just love the message, you know?" He looked Puck in the eyes. "I mean, it's like, if somehow, we lose everything, and everyone that we've ever loved, at least we can still be grateful that we live in such an incredible country." He said, and Puck smiled at him, making him blush a little, and he turned his gaze back to the sky, which was still clear of any fireworks. "You know, as apposed to living in some horrible country where if you refused to do your chores every day you either get stoned until you die or pushed off of a cliff." He joked, though he kept his face straight.
Puck laughed next to him. "We to ruin a beautiful moment, Hummel." He said with a roll of his eyes.
Kurt smirked a little and, in a moment of bravery, reached over and gave Puck's hand a small squeeze, his gaze never moving from the sky.
He made to pull his hand away, but was surprised when Puck grabbed it and held it where it was, not letting it go but being gentle, rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb.
Kurt looked over at him in surprise, but Puck's gaze was firmly locked on the black night sky, so he followed his gaze to the bright moon and sighed contentedly, his hand relaxing in Puck's grasp.
"This is nice." Puck said, scooting closer so that their shoulders were touching.
"Yeah." Kurt breathed out, letting his head rest on Puck's shoulder. He suddenly smirked. "Who would've guessed I'd have this much fun on a date with the school man whore." He joked.
"That's it." Puck warned in a growl, and launched himself at Kurt.
There was a bit of a struggle, but Puck eventually managed to pin Kurt down. He straddled his waist and held both of his wrists above his head. They were both laughing, and Kurt squirmed to get out of the position.
"Let me go!" Kurt said, still laughing.
"You wanna take back what you said?"
"Never."
"Then I might as well tickle you." Puck smirked.
Kurt's eyes widened. "Noah Puckerman, don't you DARE!" The last word came out as a scream as Puck started to tickle him, his fingers running up and down Kurt's sensitive abdomen, and then pushing up under his shirt to tickle the well-defined abs that he was surprised to find there.
"Puck—no—please—stop!" Kurt gasped out, writhing around under Puck an trying to push his hands away as Puck somehow managed to reach all of his most ticklish spots at once.
Puck laughed at Kurt's sad attempt to escape and pinned his hands down with his knees, proceeding to tickled under his arms.
"Ah! Noah, stop!" Kurt squealed, laughing uncontrollably. "Puck! Please!"
Puck laughed once more before rolling off of him, stopping his merciless attack.
"You're an asshole." Kurt breathed, his chest still heaving as be smacked Puck's shoulder.
"And you're adorable." He said, and then blushed a little when he realized what he had said.
Wait, what? Noah Puckerman does NOT blush!
Kurt smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Adorable, am I?" He asked, sitting up, and he was suddenly grateful that they were off to the side and alone. When Puck raised and eyebrow at him, he fell forward, onto his hands and knees, and gave him a seductive smirk, his hair falling down in front of his eyes in the sexiest way possible, and Puck's eyes widened.
Kurt moved across the ground, slinky and catlike, over to Puck. "Still adorable now?" He asked, placing a hand on each leg (Puck was sitting criss-cross-applesauce) and leaning in close, his smirk never faltering.
"Y-Yeah." Puck managed to breath out.
Kurt's hands slid up, stopping just before a certain sensitive area, not daring to go any further. "Oh?" He asked, ducking his head to place small, feather-like kisses along his collarbone, making Puck gasp. "And now? Am I still adorable?" He asked, moving his kisses up Puck's neck, and started to nibble lightly on his ear.
"Sh-shit, Hummel." Puck gasped out.
Kurt giggled. "Yes?" He purred, pressing his forehead against Puck's temple.
"You freaking tease." Puck breathed, his eyes sliding shut.
Kurt chuckled lightly, making hot air brush against Puck's cheek. "I know I am." He whispered, making Puck shiver. "But you like it." He said, lowering himself again to tug the collar of Puck's shirt down, and Puck felt a warm tongue flick across his collarbone. Kurt lifted himself up so that they were eye-level. "You're loving every minute of this." He whispered hotly. "You don't think I'm adorable; you think I'm hot." He reasoned, dragging his teeth along Puck's jawline up to his ear, and started nipping at his sensitive lobe once more. "Admit it." He whispered, shifting off of Puck to slink around him, crawling behind him slowly until he was on the opposite side, and leaned in close. "I wanna hear you say it, Noah Puckerman." Kurt growled, but refused contact when Puck reached for him, moving away teasingly.
"You're cruel." Puck hissed, turning to look at him.
Kurt only leaned close again. "Admit that you think I'm sexy and I might let you kiss me." He whispered.
That was all it took for one Noah Puckerman.
Puck grabbed Kurt's hips and dragged him onto his lap. "God, you're so fucking sexy." He growled, leaning just an inch away from Kurt's face.
"That's what I like to hear." Kurt said with a smile, and for a moment they stayed in that position, just staring into each others' eyes, and Kurt smile slowly fell. "Noah." He whispered so softly that Puck wasn't sure if he'd even said it at all.
"Yeah?"
Kurt hesitated before speaking.
"You can kiss me if you want to."
Puck's stomach flopped.
"Do you want me to?" He asked softly, their noses nearly touching now.
Kurt blinked. "Noah." He repeated. "Please kiss me."
Puck didn't need any further prompting.
He took Kurt's chin in his hand and pulled Kurt's face to his own, and Kurt let his eyelids flutter shut as he leaned, and their lips finally met.
And that's when the fireworks finally started.
"...and that's where the story starts to get embarrassing." Kurt muttered with a laugh, looking down at his hands.
"I'm tearing up, I really am." Rachel said, her voice thick with tears, and she laughed as she wiped at her eyes.
"That's adorable." Tina cooed, and everyone had to agree.
Even Blaine was smiling a little at the story.
"Puck can be very sensitive when he wants to be." Quinn said. "I mean, he was never as sweet to me as that, but, I think the fact that I carried his child—"
"Softened him up?" Kurt finished. He laughed. "Yeah."
"Woah, woah, wait! Carried his child? As in pregnant? As in you had his baby?" Wes questioned.
Quinn fixed him with an icy glare.
"Wes, you really need to shut up." Blaine growled, and his heart fluttered when he heard Kurt's musical laughter follow his comment.
"Nice comment about the 'man whore' thing by the way. It's totally true." Santana said.
"Says the girl who's slept with half the guys in school numerous times and got a summer job at a strip joint." Kurt piped in, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well, not anymore, thanks to you." She growled at him. "You really felt the need to carry me out over your shoulder and get me fired?"
"I wasn't gonna let you waste your career on spinning around on a pole! What the hell were you even thinking, working there?" He asked.
"Well what were you doing at a strip joint?" Santana asked accusingly.
Everyone's head snapped to Kurt, who was, surprisingly, only smirking.
"Well, actually, that's in the next part of my story." He sat up straight, his eyes widening. "And it's also where Jesse comes in..."
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OH THEY ARE ADORABLE.
SO MUCH FLUFF.
SO MUCH SEXY.
SO LITTLE TIME.
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