A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! It earns the M rating, just so you're aware…
Texts and Insanity
Chapter 11 - Groveling
"Why the hell did you drag me out of the house so early, Finn?" Kurt grumbled, wishing he was taller so that the boy wouldn't have been able to keep his car keys away from him like that. "This isn't funny. I have to put on my face."
"Your face looks fine," Finn replied, "and you're dressed, right?"
"If you could call it that," Kurt sneered down at the clothes he'd been able to put together in the two minutes Finn gave him to get dressed. There were no accessories, nothing fancy, just jeans, cute loafers, and a button down shirt under his weather-appropriate trench coat. "My Cheerios uniform would be better than this."
"That's why we're out of the house so early," Finn yawned, and Kurt feared for the safety of his car with Rip van Winkle at the wheel. "So we can get you up to speed on the glee number for Thursday, since you have to be at cheerleading practice all afternoon."
"Finn!" Kurt cried. "We might not even be doing the song. Puck doesn't want to be with me. He just wants to crawl back inside his normal little life and date normal little girls and have nothing to do with me. What's the point?"
"Have you talked to him since last night?" Finn asked, trying to put a hard stare on Kurt and drive at the same time. Oh, his poor baby! Finn was going to wreck her, wasn't he? Kurt had gotten a lame-ass text, but he hadn't talked to Noah, so he shook his head. "Well, I have," Finn said, insisting, "and he wants to do the song more than ever. In front of the whole school. On Thursday. You can decide later that you don't want to be there, but please learn the dance? In case you do?"
Finn wouldn't lie to him about this, would he? Probably not. But maybe Puck had been lying to Finn. His (former?) boyfriend just wanted to humiliate him in front of the rest of the school and go back to his womanizing ways. That was all it was, right? But what if it wasn't? What if Puck did love him? It seemed impossible since their relationship had only started about three weeks ago. Was it impossible? If everything Puck said was true, Kurt couldn't miss out on that.
With a sigh of resignation, Kurt asked, "So where are we going to rehearse? School?"
"Rachel's house," Finn replied, his jaw dropping in surprise when Kurt hit him on the arm. "What was that for?"
"Puck is there!" Kurt snarled, hitting Finn again, "And because of you he's going to see me like this!"
"And…" Finn screwed up his brows in confusion as he turned onto Rachel's street, "…that's bad?"
Kurt scoffed at Finn's masculine ignorance and popped open the glove box, rooting around until he found a spare compact, patting the powdery make up onto his face to even out his skin tone and then digging out a brush to try to get his hair to behave without any of the products he was used to using. There, that was better. Then, Kurt rummaged around in the console beneath the stereo, finding a tube of Root Beer flavored lip gloss he'd stashed in there last week, applying it carefully as Finn parked on the street in front of Rachel's house, right behind Puck's pickup. If he was going to be forced into seeing Puck, Kurt figured he'd twist the knife a little by looking as good as possible, given the circumstances.
Nodding at his appearance in the visor mirror, Kurt got out of the car, letting Finn follow him to the front door until the other boy pulled on his arm, "No, wait. We're supposed to go to the back door."
Shrugging, Kurt followed Finn around the back of the house, hoping his loafers wouldn't slip on the dewy grass as they went down the hill beside the house. They approached a sliding glass basement door below the deck that led down from the first floor to the concrete patio next to that monstrosity of an above-ground pool. Finn knocked on the glass quietly, probably so they wouldn't wake up Rachel's dads, since it was half past the ass-crack of dawn and no one sane would be out of the house, much less awake at this hour.
Rachel waved at them from inside, insanely chipper and as she opened the door, Kurt wondered if the world's energy crisis could be solved by harvesting that girl's enthusiasm in fuel form. Rolling his eyes and really hoping Puck was worse off than him, Kurt let Rachel lead him into a large, finished dance studio that looked like it took up two thirds of the basement. And, as Kurt had been half-expecting in excitement and terror, Puck was there, sitting on a stool with his guitar in hand. As their eyes met, Kurt's heart broke at the pain in Puck's expression, his eyes all shimmery and his brow scrunched up.
He never wanted to hurt Puck by leaving the night before and by ignoring him, but Kurt had to protect himself as best he could. Didn't he? That's what his dad had always taught him – if it looks like someone's fixing to hurt you, you get outta there. Kurt wondered why his dad never told him to fight back, but maybe his stature made it painfully obvious that unless he was fighting a twelve-year-old, he would lose. Badly.
This time Kurt held his head high, refusing to give an inch and knowing that every second he didn't speak to Puck made the other boy hurt like he had been hurt. Well, good. That was how Kurt always fought back when he was cornered, with his dignity intact and his head held high. Good that Noah should figure that out now before he tried to break Kurt's heart even further with whatever joke he and Rachel had cooked up.
But then Puck looked down, licking his lips and swallowing nervously as he started strumming his guitar. Oh, god! This was an apology, wasn't it? It was a fucking apology and Kurt didn't want to hear it, but with Rachel and Finn both blocking the only door, he was trapped here. Puck was forcing this apology on him and Kurt felt his cheeks flush hotly in anger. How dare he?
But then Puck started singing and all thoughts of escaping and ignoring the boy forever were chased away by Puck's strong, clear voice.
We all have a weakness.
Some of ours are easy to identify
Look me in the eye
Kurt found himself following the command almost like he couldn't help it, catching those hazel eyes he'd been fawning over just seconds before having his heart and pride stomped on. Shit. This was working on him, wasn't it?
I'll ask for forgiveness
We'll make a pact to never speak
Of it again. Yes, you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us.
At least we dig each other.
Damn it. This was a pretty good apology. Puck's eyes dropped away from Kurt's and back onto his guitar, like he thought it was hopeless, but he might as well finish the song anyway.
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday!
If I turn into another,
Dig me up from what is covering
The better part of me.
There was something different. Puck admitting that his attitude got in the way and that there was a better person underneath. Was that the person that said he loved Kurt, or was it the other, the egotistical one?
Sing this song,
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Always? As in, forever? Kurt caught Puck's eyes again, and there must have been a question in his expression, because Puck nodded sadly as he continued to sing.
We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone (Puck nodded at him again with a little smile) that digs at us.
At least we dig each other.
So when my sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song.
Puck set down his guitar, but kept singing, stepping closer and closer to Kurt.
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Oh, each other when everything else is gone.
Kurt let him approach, Puck wrapping his arms around the smaller boy while Kurt wondered if that was what had been bugging his boyfriend the night before. Everything in his life was gone or would soon be gone – his home, his sister, his reputation. All that was left was them. Well, and football, glee, and a short stint on the Cheerios, but Kurt didn't think things like that really mattered to Puck. Especially when he kept singing softly into Kurt's ear.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song.
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Oh, each other, sing this song
When everything else is gone.
Oh, each other when everything else is gone.
Kurt looked up to see that Puck – the indomitable, fucking badass Puck – had a few tears on his face and more left in his eyes. The taller boy's arms were wrapped around Kurt's shoulders and Kurt had yet to reciprocate. But Puck was here, asking for forgiveness so sincerely, his voice reaching right down Kurt's throat and squeezing at the center of his gut, that Kurt couldn't help but let his arms hug Puck back.
Sniffing, Puck hugged Kurt tighter and whispered in his ear, "I'm a fucking asshole, and I know that. I didn't mean what I said. Please? Forgive me?"
"Well," Kurt sighed, "I don't know…" When Puck jerked back to scowl at Kurt, the shorter boy smiled to tell his boyfriend he was only kidding. "You might have to grovel for a long time."
Puck laughed, hugging him again, and Kurt loved how he had to tip his head up just a little to fit his chin on Puck's shoulder. They stood together for a few moments and Kurt breathed Puck in, finding his smell a little different after having spent the night in Rachel's house. But it was still Noah underneath, and that was the important part. Needing to know before he could let go, Kurt whispered, "Say it again. I promise I won't freak out this time."
It took Puck a few seconds to catch on, but then he kissed Kurt's neck and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too, Noah," Kurt murmured, and he didn't even have enough time to draw one breath before Puck's lips attacked his, pulling and sucking desperately, like Puck wanted to make sure he got his fill before Kurt ran off again. He found he didn't mind Puck's eagerness at all. In fact, it was really, really good, until two jerks at the door started making puking noises.
"Alright, alright!" Kurt chuckled, pushing Noah away as best he could, which really just meant turning around in Puck's arms so the boy had to kiss his neck instead of his lips.
"Guys!" Rachel cried, stalking up to them and bopping Puck on the top of his head with an open hand. "Everyone else is going to be here in about two minutes. Unless you want to put on a different sort of show…"
"Yeah, let's not," Kurt insisted with a laugh, pulling away from Noah and shrieking when the boy growled and chased after him. Kurt tried hiding behind Rachel, but she wasn't big enough, so he ran behind Finn, crying, "Traitor!" when Finn stepped out of the way, allowing Noah to tackle him into the other room, where several members of the glee club were just letting themselves in the back door.
Mercedes and Tina cried, "Aww!"; Quinn looked sad again; Matt and Mike rolled their eyes at each other; the new guy shifted uncomfortably on his feet; Santana cackled before hiding her laugh behind one hand; and Brittany said, "If I knew we were wrestling, I would have brought my lucha libre mask."
Kurt was so surprised by their appearance that he lost his footing and fell, taking Noah with him onto the hard concrete floor. "Ow!"
"Hummel," Puck groaned as their laughing teammates filed past them into Rachel's dance studio, "if this didn't hurt so much, I'd say you were eager to get me horizontal."
"In your dreams, Puckerman," Kurt replied, rubbing his bruised elbow.
Noah chuckled in his ear and murmured, "Every night, baby," before grinding his hips against Kurt's ass.
"No time," Kurt groaned, breathless. "But after Cheerios practice, Noah? My car?"
"It's a date," Puck growled, nipping at Kurt's neck once more before rolling off him and sitting up, returning Kurt's smile when he beamed at Puck.
"And remember," Kurt said as they helped each other up, "your period of groveling is over when I say it is, sweetie."
As Noah laughed and led him into the dance studio, Kurt felt like he shouldn't be this happy. He felt like he should be telling himself that Puck was just going to disappoint him again and again, but he couldn't. He couldn't help but put more than a healthy share of faith in the boy that had stolen his heart. Puck had left his home for Kurt. He'd proved over and over again that he was serious about being with him.
Kurt crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.
As he danced with Kurt over and over again, following Rachel's grating, bellowed instructions and Mike's more subtle suggestions, Puck felt like he could do no wrong. Kurt had forgiven him. Puck had redeemed himself (mostly) and had gotten Kurt to say he loved him. He did wonder, in a deep part of his gut, how often he would fuck up and how often he would have to chase Kurt down, but decided that every chase was worth the effort. Especially when the reward was the guy in his arms, dancing with him not how a girl would dance, but still crazy-suggestively. The idea of dancing this way was to get the point across to the whole school that the two of them were an item, but it still drove Puck insane.
Before long, Kurt's cheeks and neck were flushed from the exercise and Puck was reminded of how the boy's skin looked after a hot make out session. After school was not soon enough. He wanted to rip all Kurt's clothes off and get him screaming in pleasure. He wanted to touch and kiss everywhere. He wanted to fuck Kurt, so badly, but he knew that was out of the question for the time being. Eventually though, if Puck could avoid screwing things up every other day, it would happen.
In the mean time, once everyone knew about them, Puck could hold Kurt's hand in the hallways. He could take the boy out on fancy dates and then let Kurt drag him into the Navigator for some action that had no dress code. They would be together for a long time, at least. And if any of the kids had a problem with it, Puck had at least three other football players on his side that would help dole out the worst punishment known to high school boys – the swirlie. Hell, if Figgins started spewing Jesus-crap about him and Kurt, Puck would subject that fucker to a swirlie, too. No one was free from the wrath of Puck.
Just as the early-morning practice drew to an end, Puck's phone rang, and he saw it was his mom calling, "'sup," he answered the phone as casually as he could.
"Noah," his mom's voice scolded, "where are you? There was just this note… What do you mean, you can't stand living in my house anymore, young man?"
"Exactly what it says, Ma," Noah spat back, gratefully taking Kurt's hand when the boy offered it. "I can't live there if Andy is moving in."
"This is ridiculous! You're seventeen, Noah. You can't just decide to move out!"
"I can when you decided, without me, that it would be a good idea for that bigoted asshole bastard to move in!"
"Noah!" his mom gasped. "I will not have you talk to me like that!"
"Well then, I won't talk to you," Puck growled, hanging up the phone and handing it to Kurt before he did something stupid like throw it across the room. "Let's go to school, babe. Give my mom one less thing to gripe at me about."
Kurt squeezed Puck's hand and nodded silently, leading him from the dance studio.
That night, lying together in Kurt's backseat, after they'd been making out for awhile, Kurt whispered, "I'm ready to see you, Noah. Without clothes in the way."
Growling in anticipation, Puck whispered, "I thought I was groveling, baby. That seems like a reward to me."
"All that dancing today was pretty hot," Kurt smiled and said in explanation, slipping from the bench to kneel on the floor. "And you love me."
"Yeah," Puck agreed, bending down and kissing Kurt soundly. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna refuse…"
"Then don't," Kurt murmured, his hand going for Puck's fly and popping open the button. The late afternoon sun beaming in the tinted windows of Kurt's Navigator was perfect for actually seeing what Noah had in his pants. Much better than the pitch black, now-off-limits janitor's closet. Focusing so his hand wouldn't tremble, Kurt found the pull of Puck's zipper and tugged it down, spreading the two halves of the fly apart and lifting up Puck's shirt. "Oh my god."
"What?" Puck asked, propping himself up on his elbows to watch Kurt. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Kurt said sharply, his eyes focused on Noah's cock. "No, nothing's wrong." Kurt felt like all the moisture had suddenly left his mouth, even though the tingling in his jaw meant he was about to start drooling. Puck was perfect! And, Kurt appreciated how most of his hair was trimmed down neatly. He hadn't expected that from the jock. Really, how could he have been nervous about this? This was, "Incredible."
"Thanks, baby," Noah chuckled, wiggling his hips a little, which broke Kurt out of his trance and made him laugh.
"I mean," he continued, reaching out one hand to trace a finger down Puck's dick, smiling when the boy shivered and let his head fall back with a little gasp, "I knew you were bigger than me, just feeling through your clothes."
Puck gave a strained laugh that devolved into a moan as Kurt carefully let all four fingers brush down the side of his boyfriend's cock. "I've sort of seen you in the locker room. And I had those pictures, but they didn't really give me the scale of this thing! Holy shit!"
"Now you know why," Puck shuddered as Kurt grabbed him and started stroking, "my pool cleaning business did so well."
"Gross!" Kurt laughed, dropping Noah's cock back onto his stomach. "Can we not talk about how many nasty old cougars and other girls you've been with? It kind of skeeves me out."
"Alright, alright!" Puck agreed, his head coming back up so he could look Kurt in the eye, his expressive brows all anxious and pleading. "Just don't fucking stop!"
Trailing another light finger from head to base, Kurt smirked and said, "What was it you called me the other week? A cock-tease?"
"Fucking don't!" Noah growled. "Or I swear to god-nggh!" His words were cut off when an urge struck Kurt and he grabbed the shaft of Puck's dick again before licking the head experimentally. He licked again and Noah cried, "Ohhh!"
"Mmm," Kurt smirked, loving the expression on Puck's clenched jaw, since that was all he could see of his boyfriend's face. "You taste … salty."
"Gah!"
Kurt took another taste, breathing in this time and getting a heady whiff of soap, from Puck's post-practice shower, and guy. It was one of the best, most arousing things he'd ever smelled or tasted. Kurt also liked how smooth the skin of Puck's cock was against his lips and tongue, since most of Puck's skin elsewhere was rough and hairy, even the softer skin at the small of his back.
"Would you," Puck groaned, getting Kurt's attention on his face, which was now watching his boyfriend explore. Swallowing nervously, he asked, "Would you … like … you know?"
"Blow you?"
"Yeah," Noah sighed in relief, which made Kurt chuckle again.
And then he remembered, "I don't really know how."
"You were doing pretty good so far, babe," Puck murmured, his hips twitching upwards. "Just … more. Haven't you ever seen porn?"
"Maybe I need a demonstration, first," Kurt smiled, licking Puck's cock once more before setting it back down again and crawling over his boyfriend. "You are supposed to be groveling…"
"Hummel," Noah growled, switching their positions before tugging his pants all the way down and getting rid of his shirt. (Holy crap, this guy had a fantastic body!) Then, he attacked the button of Kurt's pants and said, "If I do this, you'd better return the favor. Because sucking cock? Pretty fucking gay."
"I love you," Kurt said cutely, rising up his hips so Noah could pull his pants away.
"Yeah, yeah," Noah smiled, curling his fingers over the waistband of Kurt's underwear – green today – and pulling them down to join the clothes on the floor. Then, Puck slipped down to kneel on the floor, looking up at Kurt with pure sex in his eyes. "Take off your shirt, baby," he smirked as he took Kurt's dick in his hand, stroking it like Kurt had gotten used to over the past week. How could he have asked for anything better than this? The way Noah touched him made Kurt's whole body tremble, which made it difficult to get rid of his sweater and the turtleneck underneath.
And then, Kurt's boyfriend did the impossible and made perfect better by swiping his tongue around the head of Kurt's dick, murmuring, "Hmm. You're right, babe. Salty." And then, he pulled the first few inches into his scorching hot mouth and sucked.
"Agh! Shit, Noah!" Kurt had to screw his eyes shut for fear of blacking out in ecstasy, especially when Noah swiped the moist spit around the head of his dick down to the base with his hand and did the sucking thing again, his lips traveling down farther, chasing his hand. Everything, every nerve ending was on fire, and then Noah's head started bobbing up and down, his hand giving pressure where his lips and tongue couldn't. "Ah! So good! ... Ahhh!"
Kurt came harder than he ever had in his life, after less than two minutes of attention from Noah's mouth. Puck swallowed loudly and then started laughing. Feeling out of sorts and insulted, Kurt cracked open one lid and gave his boyfriend the evil eye. "What?"
"Absolutely no stamina, Hummel!" With a grin, Noah tugged on Kurt's dick one last time before licking up the fluid that escaped, which made Kurt jump in surprise and shriek. Chuckling, Noah met Kurt's eyes and said, "Damn, you taste good!"
"Well," Kurt laughed, trying to remember how it felt not to have your heart valiantly making a break for it by beating through your chest, "I do maintain a healthy diet full of fresh fruits and vegetables."
"Time for the meat group?" Puck asked, pulling Kurt so he was lying down on the back seat and Puck was hovering over him. "I could fuck your face if you want. That would be easy for you."
"No!" Kurt shivered and laughed, slipping from the bench seat and pushing at Noah's arm so he collapsed, laughing. "There will be no face-fucking today. You're just about the grossest boy ever, aren't you?"
"Mmm," Noah agreed, pulling Kurt's head up to meet his with strong arms, kissing him solidly. "And you're the one naked in here with me, so what does that say about you, Hummel?"
"That I'm desperate?" Kurt said with a shrug and a straight face.
"You already got blown!" Noah complained. "I'm the desperate one here!"
"You're also the one with the monster cock," Kurt said, grabbing said appendage and trying to figure out how to get any of it in his mouth.
"Fuck, baby!" he hissed. "Give me a handjob! Sit on my dick and let me rub one out! Anything!"
Liking Noah's desperation, Kurt reached up and kissed his boyfriend again soundly, letting their tongues brush over each other while he stroked downward and then tugged upward. Puck groaned and his cock got harder, which Kurt found irresistible. Dropping back down, Kurt did his best, relying on Noah's earlier demonstration, instinct and common sense, pulling a string of curses from Puck's lips as he fit his mouth around the head of Puck's dick. "Oh, fuck, baby. Yes, Kurt, yes! ... Suck that cock ... Fuck, yes. So hard for you, baby! ... Just a little more, please! ... Ahh!"
When Noah came, Kurt almost choked on the hot, bitter liquid, so he pulled away, letting the rest of Puck's come spurt over the boy's stomach and chest. He swallowed the mouthful he already had, and rubbed his sore jaw, saying, "Ugh! Either you're gayer than I am, or you taste terrible."
Puck started laughing, his whole body sprawled limply on Kurt's back seat. "Sorry, babe," he sighed, before lifting up his head and drawing one finger though the fluid on his stomach and putting it in his mouth, smacking his lips a few times. Kurt never thought Puck would be the kind of guy who would taste his own stuff, but then again, he never thought Puck would be the kind of guy who would fall in love with Kurt, either. "Damn, you're right," Puck said, pulling a disgusted face. "You taste much better."
Kurt laughed and bent over the back of the seat to find the towel that he'd noticed Finn had left back there last week some time, throwing it onto his boyfriend's chest and letting him clean off. When Puck was done, he threw the towel over the seat and tugged Kurt down to lie on his chest, acres of skin on skin.
As Noah's arms wrapped around him, holding him close, Kurt sighed in contentment. He knew the outside world was waiting for them – dinner and more glee practice and homework – but all Kurt wanted to do was lie here in his boyfriend's arms. He thought about what was coming up on Thursday and it occurred to him that maybe he should tell his dad and Carole about Puck before the whole town started talking about it and it got back to them before Kurt had a chance to do it in person. So, drawing a deep breath for courage, Kurt asked, "Come home with me for dinner? I want you there when I tell my dad we're seeing each other."
"Why?" Puck asked. "So he can kill me?"
"He won't kill you, Puck," Kurt rolled his eyes, turning his face so he could meet Puck's eyes. "Unless you tell him we do more than just kiss."
"So I shouldn't compliment him on his son's cock-sucking abilities?" Noah laughed, hugging Kurt tighter to his deliciously muscled chest.
"Not under any circumstances," Kurt growled, the shiny metal of Puck's nipple ring catching his attention. Carefully, he flicked at it with his tongue, just to see what would happen. Noah gasped and bucked under him, grabbing Kurt's arms painfully tightly.
"Don't," he smirked, raising one eyebrow, "do that again. Unless you want to start something we don't have time for, babe."
Kurt nodded, returning Noah's smile and thinking he'd never done anything as fun as going down on his boyfriend.
Song used: "Dig" by Incubus. I know I just had an Incubus song in Chapter 9, but I love the placement of both songs, so there you go!
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