11: Morning After

I woke up around noon, almost completely underneath a still-sleeping Puck. As much as I was loving the feel of his skin and the soft beat of his heart above me, I needed breakfast and my friends probably needed a push to get up and moving. That, and I need to make sure nobody catches us like this. Careful not to wake Puck up, I snuck out from under him and off his bed. Okay, where the hell did I leave my shirt? I scanned the floor of his room, not seeing my shirt anywhere. I guess I'll just wear one of Puck's shirts. That's not too suspicious, right?

"Morning, babe," Puck called from the bed. "Going somewhere?"

"I thought I'd be responsible for once and start waking up our friends. Wanna help?" I glanced back to Puck after sliding on a plain black shirt from his dresser. He was laying back with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling.

"Lame," he yawned. "Come back to bed." I leaned over the edge of the bed and kissed him, taking advantage of his momentary surprise by sneaking in some tongue. Just when he really started to get into it I pulled back and stood up, grinning contentedly.

"I'll see you downstairs." I ambled out of Puck's bedroom and down a few stairs before realizing that I was still just in my boxers. Shit. Okay, pants… Need pants to talk to friends.

"Back so soon?" Puck teased. "I knew you'd couldn't resist me; one taste and you're already hooked." I searched everywhere again, but came up empty once more.

"I guess it was pretty good." Who am I kidding? That kiss was incredible and he's barely even awake. Who knows how good he'll be once he's fully cognizant.

"Can't fool me, Lewis. You loved it."

"Whatever you say, Puckerman." I searched everywhere for my shorts, but came up empty once more. "You mind if I borrow a pair of your shorts too?"

"What happened to yours?"

"I dunno. Must've taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque," I mumbled as I picked out a pair of blue basketball shorts from a low drawer to complete my borrowed outfit. At least I didn't need his boxers too... My eyes drifted over to Puck. God, what I wouldn't give to get him out of his boxers... I shook my head, pulling my thoughts from the gutter. "Okay, now I'll see you downstairs." After my second - and finally successful - attempt at heading down to the basement, I began to rouse my classmates from their respective dazes. Finn seemed like he'd take the most time to recover, so I decided I should get him first.

"Where am I?" Finn asked groggily, slowly rubbing his eyes.

"You're at Puck's house," Rachel replied before I had the chance. I turned to face her, remembering that despite the dare, she had less than a cupful of beer last night. She seems pissed, but what's new. That girl's as neurotic as she is talented. "Come on; let's get you something to eat, Finn."

"There's cereal and fruit in the kitchen and I can make you some coffee if you want" I informed Rachel as I helped her lift Finn off the ground.

"Thanks."

"Once Finn's fully conscious tell him to get Puck started on some sausage and eggs or something. Puck's sober enough to be helping us."

"Well then why isn't he?" I dusted the back of Finn's shirt off before giving Rachel a knowing look.

"Think about who we're dealing with, Rachel." She smiled slightly.

"Right." Rachel headed upstairs with Finn, leaving me to my awakening duties. I moved on to Brittany and Mike next, both of whom got up and moving without too much trouble. I had Mike pick up Tina and carry her upstairs; she was already awake, but her hangover had her convinced that laying down forever was the best course of action. I had intentionally saved Santana for last, hoping for some privacy to talk to her about last night. Apparently Brittany had already woken her up, but she'd had the same idea anyway.

"You wouldn't happen to know where my clothes are, would you Santana?"

"Of course not, but the walk of shame look really suits you," Santana joked, eyes fixed on my outfit. "You should try it more often."

"Thanks, but nothing like that happened last night."

"I know you shared a bed with him, why not just go for it? You having second thoughts?"

"Trust me, I want it bad. I just don't think I'm ready yet."

"Don't be a wuss, it's just sex."

"Yeah, and I'm just fifteen. Not to mention the fact that my dad's a cop and Puck's... sort of a delinquent."

"How long until you turn 16?"

"Wow, you totally missed the point just now."

"What, that you're too busy clinging to your v-card like it's that piece of wood from the end of Titanic that you can't just do the dirty like you know you want to?"

"I'm not clinging, I just don't know if I'm totally ready. And don't compare me to Kate Winslet."

"I'll stop comparing you to women when you stop deserving it."

"And what about your plan?"

"Well, you may not have had sex last night, but you did get yourself a boyfriend." Crap, Puck didn't want anyone to know yet...

"What makes you think that?"

"I was listening." Why did I expect any less from her? "Oh don't worry, I would have left before you two started anything. You know... probably."

"If this is how you are with your friends I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies..."

"Do you trust me?" Well, she hasn't done anything terrible yet. And it was her that got me and Puck together...

"You're a conniving bitch, but yeah. I guess I do trust you."

"Good, now what to do next..." Santana focused for a moment, running a few ideas through her mind. "Let me talk to Quinn first, then we can talk about getting you laid."

"What does Quinn have to do with any of this?"

"Hey," Puck shouted from the top of the stairs, "you two gonna spend all day down there or are you coming to breakfast?" I guess Finn got him up already.

"We'll be up in a minute," I shouted back. "Seriously, Santana; what do you want with Quinn?"

"If you don't stop asking questions you'll never see your precious clothes again," she taunted, quickly heading upstairs. I knew it!

I followed her up the stairs to the kitchen where Puck had started sausage and eggs for anyone who wasn't already having cereal. Brittany was fervently trying to convince Rachel that being Jewish wasn't worth it if you had to miss out on bacon, and Finn and Tina seemed to recoil at her needlessly intense efforts. I grabbed a bowl, a box of Frosted Flakes, and some milk, deciding that instant food was better that waiting for a hot meal. I'd just taken a seat at the table when Puck swooped in to take the bowl and cereal away.

"No cereal for you," he announced. "Not until you taste my sausage." Gotta love innuendo...

"Well, you better get it in me soon. My mom's probably already on her way to pick me up."

"Don't worry. I'll get you taken care of."


As I'd expected, mom was already on her way. She was on her headset taking a call, so we didn't talk on the way home. I knew dad would have questions anyway, so I headed straight for the kitchen once I walked in; dad always spent the Sunday mornings he had off reading at the kitchen table.

"How was your party?" he asked.

"It was alright. I take it nobody called in about the noise?"

"Nope... where are your clothes?" Oh right. I'm still in Puck's clothes.

"They uh... my friend hid them."

"Why would your friend hide your clothes?"

"I have no idea. They were just gone when I woke up this morning." I took off Puck's shirt and tossed it into the washing machine, grabbing one of my own from a pile of clean laundry to replace it.

"What's that on your shoulder?" I glanced down, letting my eyes linger on the red mark I hadn't known was there. Motherfuck... that must've happened last night...

"Well it's obviously a hickey so I'm guessing the question was rhetorical?" I answered, feigning calm.

"Then I'm sure you can also guess that you're grounded for the rest of the school year."

"The rest of the school year?!" I shouted, quickly losing what little cool I had. I knew he'd ground me, but for that long? "Dad, there's like a month left!"

"I'm well aware of that."

"So I'm just supposed to sit around the house for a month while my friends have fun without me?"

"You'll still see them at school."

"That's not the same and you know it."

"Well then maybe you should have been more responsible." I held back all my arguments, knowing there was nothing I could say that would make this any better. If I hadn't been such a fuck-up back at my old school maybe dad would still trust me... I trudged back to my room and flopped onto my bed. Guess I should let someone know. I grabbed my phone.

-Hey Kurt, I'm gonna have to miss glee at your house next week-

-You better have a damn good reason :( -

-I'm grounded for a month-

-A month? What the hell did you do to get your parents that mad?-

-Dad caught me with a hickey-

-From the party?-

-Yep-

-Maybe I should have gone after all, sounds like things got interesting-

-Yeah. Interesting. I'll tell you more when I see you at school tomorrow-

-Sure, see you then. I'll get the word out that you're missing glee-

-Thanks- Alright; Kurt should be able to let everyone know in no time. I'd tell them myself, but Kurt's faster. I guess I should tell Puck myself though...

-Hey Puck. I got grounded, so I'm gonna have to miss glee and our Halo meetups-

-That sucks! What happened?-

-Dad spotted a hickey on my shoulder. You wouldn't happen to know how that got there, would you?-

-That depends. You mad at me?-

-Sorta, but it'll pass.-

-Sorry- I heard a knock at my door as I read his response. I hope that's not dad.

-Don't worry about it. You can make it up to me later, but I gotta go now-

-See you tomorrow- I looked back, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw that it was mom standing there.

"Can I come in, honey?"

"I guess." Mom took a seat on the edge of my bed, gently putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I know you're probably upset, but your father is just trying to keep you out of trouble."

"Well he's not. Glee's keeping me out of trouble..."

"I know honey. You've been so much happier since you started going to McKinley, and I know you've been keeping yourself out of trouble," she assured me, giving me a hug. "If you want to do something fun with your friends over the summer don't be afraid to ask. I'll make sure it happens for you."

"Thanks mom." She moved to the door, but hesitated to leave.

"I won't pry, but if you ever feel like bringing whoever gave you that hickey home for dinner I'd love to meet him."

"Maybe someday," I laughed. Maybe someday...