Disclaimer: I do NOT own rights to any of the characters from Glee. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: I start this chapter with a warning – there's a short hetero dream sequence in this chapter. It's not graphic in any way but I just thought I'd warn you so you could all have your buckets ready! XD

But to balance it out there's a little handjob slash non-dream sequence too. Don't say I'm not good to you.

Chapter 11 – Naughty Boy


It was a little after 4am when the thrashing and moaning woke Puck from his restless sleep for the third time that night.

Cracking an ever wearier eye the jock watched as the silhouette of Kurt kicked at his sheets and mumbled in his sleep.

'Not again...'

Sighing in resignation, Puck swung his legs over the side of the side of the couch before standing and crossing to the bed. He'd retrieved his underwear hours earlier, glad that they had miraculously dried out, thereby allowing him to preserve his modesty.

'Those pills really fucked Kurt up... who'd have known he'd get sweats and nightmares?'

The guilt that the jock was feeling was compounded by the terrified whimpering of the little brunette who looked so small and vulnerable swathed in his bedclothes such as he was.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Puck ran through the now familiar motions as he attempted to soothe the boy. He was doubly glad for the soundproofing on the brunette's basement room that spared his rep should anyone hear him comforting the little kicker,

"Easy Kurt...", he murmured while his hand raked through the brunette's surprisingly soft hair of it's own accord.

'This should freak me out... guess it's the guilt making me cool with it...'

The boy sighed in his drug induced sleep before settling down again. Deciding this time that it'd just be easier to stay beside the brunette rather than continue to get up and down from the couch, Puck settled himself down on top of the sheets beside the brunette and closed his eyes.

Sleep eluded the jock as a slight chill in the air caused him to shiver slightly. It also didn't help that the little brunette beside him was either reliving his final kick in their last game or was furiously trying to dislodge a dog that was humping his leg. Either way all Puck knew was that Kurt kept kicking him.

"God dammit Kurt...", he grumbled as rolled off the side of the bed and stood again looking down at the oblivious little soprano.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Puck wondered exactly when his life had gone completely screwball,

"Sleeping in the same bed as Kurt Hummel two nights straight...", he stifled a chuckle at his own unintentional ironic pun, "... straight... that's a good one..."

Sighing in resignation, Puck pulled back the sheets and crawled in next to the soprano. Just as he'd gotten himself settled Puck covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his yelp, as the soprano's foot connected firmly with his shin.

'For the love of God...'

Shuffling closer to the twitching body, Puck rolled the unresisting boy onto his side before spooning him and wrapping his arms around his torso just like the night before,

'This is so gay...'

Sighing in satisfaction as the brunette's next twitch died away at the physical contact with his body, Puck closed his eyes and fell into deep sleep.


'Oh... for the love of Gaga... my head...'

Kurt's journey back to consciousness went from nought to agony in about 3.5 seconds. Cracking open a sleep encrusted eye, the brunette examined his surroundings.

'OK... my room... that's good at least... oh my head... what was I drinking last night?... better yet... why was I drinking last night?...'

A light snuffle from behind the brunette drew his attention to the fact he was not alone. Checking the arms currently around his waist which felt awfully familiar he relaxed a little,

'Wait... if... Noah?...What the Hell?... Have I suddenly turned into Bill freaking Murray?...'

Kurt's initial thought of Groundhog Day was abandoned a split-second later when a vague recollection of a swimming pool ghosted to the forefront of his mind.

'Did I go swimming?... Oh this so frustrating... I hate not remembering stuff...'

Testing his limbs to make sure they all still were attached and in working order, Kurt flinched as his lower back screamed in agony, triggering the memory of football practice.

'Oh... I remember that... my God... that hurts more than my head does...'

Kurt's wiggling also brought something else to his attention.

'Oh... my... God... and... is Noah nuzzling my neck?...''

Though the jock currently spooned behind him was still fast asleep, his steady and even breathing being a definite indicator of that fact, he was also clearly enjoying his current dream and his cock was at full mast.

The half-back's shallow thrusting against him, caused Kurt's body to respond of it's own accord as he ground back against the jock's erection.

'... this is wrong... I shouldn't...'

Kurt stopped. And he was lucky that he did as the moment he stopped, the half-back snorted before waking up.


Puck groaned upon waking as he tried in vain to hold onto the strands of the absolutely bitchin' dream he'd just enjoyed. It had been so real...

Puck had been in a strip club, he didn't know where exactly but it didn't seem to matter any, as he sat in one of the booths along the wall. His eyes were downcast as he stared into his drink and ignored the world around him. The light blue liquid in the cup sparkled under the stage lights and it never occurred to him to wonder why he was drinking a grape slushie in a strip club. It was just another thing that didn't matter..

His musings had been interrupted by a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye, as he watched entranced as the sexiest chick he'd ever laid eyes on entered the room.

She'd been small but not too small, maybe 5'7'', with hauntingly beautiful blue eyes under a head of long brunette hair. Her pale skin glistened like a waterfall in the moonlight, as she seemed to glide between the different patrons in the club, none of whom Puck realised had faces. Puck had watched entranced as the lights sparkled off of the most revealing little silver dress he'd ever seen.

The girl, he never asked her for her name, had stopped by his booth and without uttering a word had led him by the hand into one of the private rooms at the back. Puck could feel his heart pounding at the thought that this perfect creature had chosen him over all the other guys in the club as he'd taken his seat in the chair in the middle of the room.

As the music had started up he had initially not recognised it before the girl started to shimmy and gyrate in front of him in time to the beat,

"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a boy's best friend..."

Time appeared to have jumped as the girl was now no longer in her silver dress but rather she was topless and in nothing more than a g-string as she sat on his lap and rubbed her ass up and down the length of his hard cock. Puck found himself wrapping his arms around the girl and cupping her breasts as he nuzzled the back of her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there.

He was so close to coming apart in that moment, as the mystery girl arched her back and whispered in his ear,

"You're a good Daddy..."

Puck felt the smaller body in his arms tensing before rolling around to face him as he yawned and rubbed at his eye. Focusing on the pale skin and the piercing blue eyes it took the jock a second to realise he was not staring at 'dream girl' but at Kurt and the realisation shocked him.

'I did totally not just have a dream about Hummel... she was a hot chick...'

Before he could speak the brunette had wished him a good morning.

"Uh... morning Ku...urrrrt..."

'I wonder how much of yesterday he remembers...'

Puck watched as the soprano's face scrunched up in confusion as he'd asked if he had something on his face.

"No... you're you again though... right?"

Puck watched as his question clearly triggered a memory to flash in front of the brunette's face as his eyes filled with tears.

Puck was shocked when Kurt had tried to apologise to him for his actions as his tears had started to spill over,

"Hey... hey..."

He tried the softly softly approach in the hopes that it would be the correct way to go. Seeing however that he wasn't getting through to the boy he changed tack,

"Hummel... knock it off!..."

He was pleased to see the little kicker jump a little in surprise but also to see that his tears had stopped too.

"If anyone should be sorry it's me... I didn't know what those pills would do to you..."

Deciding to focus on his concern for the brunette's health he asked,

"How's your back?"

The expression on Kurt's face answered the question more effectively than the eventual words and he took charge again.

"Right... let's get you into the tub to soak then."

Puck watched as the little kicker flushed for some reason before a teasing glint appeared in his eye,

"Yes Daddy.."

Puck couldn't prevent the chuckle of laughter that escaped him at the reminder of his treating the brunette like a five-year old.

Deciding that they'd been lying around long enough, Puck pushed himself up onto his knees, offering Kurt an apologetic look as his movement caused the boy's back to protest.

'Need to get Coach to get the physio to look at him I think...'

"Guess you want carried again then?", he asked already knowing what the answer would be.

What he didn't expect however was for the boy to look distraught as he offered an apology.

"What are you apologising for?"

The harsh tone caused the brunette to look up again and meet his eyes.

"You're back's sore and you can't walk properly. Don't make it into anything more than it has to be Kurt."

The boy just ducked his head as he nodded.

Standing from the bed and rounding to Kurt's side, Puck was about to pick the boy up when Kurt's giggle surprised him.

"What?", he asked genuinely confused.

The brunette asked whether he was hurt, which he thought was a stupid question considering he was the one with the injured back, when he followed the brunette's gaze.

What he saw both confused him and caused him to flush.

"What the Hell?", he'd asked.

The brunette's giggling was not the answer he was looking for as he demanded an explanation. The answer he got was not any better however.

"I... shut it Hummel... it was dark!"

Scooping up the still giggling teen he traipsed into the bathroom with the boy to help him into the bath.


Gingerly rolling over to face the jock and being careful not to let on that he knew about Noah's current 'problem' or that he had for all intents and purposes been dry humping him in his sleep, Kurt smiled at the sleepy boy.

"Hey...", Kurt's voice was soft and gentle.

"Uh... morning Ku... urrrrt...", said Puck as he yawned and raised a hand to rub at his suddenly itchy eye.

Kurt couldn't help but think that a sleepy and not quite coherent Noah was probably one of the cutest things he'd ever seen.

It was as if Noah had only just realised that he'd spoken to him as Kurt watched the jock's eyes as they snapped back to his face and examined it as if checking for something.

"What? Do I... do I have something on my face?"

The jock's brilliant smile confused Kurt but he couldn't help but return it as they lay still locked in an embrace.

"No... you're you again though right?"

The question confused the brunette for a moment before another snippet of memory had him gasping and covering his mouth with his hand. The boy's eyes teared up as he felt the humiliation wash over him,

"Oh God... I'm so sorry... with the water and the gun..."

The tears that had been threatening to spill over did so a moment later as the brunette's misery caused him to sob,

"Hey... hey...", Puck's voice was soft before realising he wasn't getting through to the boy, "... knock it off!..."

Kurt's startled eyes looked to Noah as the taller boy offered him a comforting smile,

"If anyone should be sorry it's me... I didn't know what those pills would do to you..."

The brunette continued to sniffle as the events of the previous night flooded back to him and Noah kept speaking,

"How's your back?...", the genuine concern in the jock's voice warmed Kurt's heart.

"Sore... like, really sore...", admitted Kurt with a grimace.

"Right... let's get you into the tub to soak then."

Kurt couldn't control the sudden blush as 'take-charge-Noah' once again emerged.

'It's sexy...', he decided.

Clearing his throat and offering the jock a watery smile the brunette attempted quipped,

"Yes Daddy..."

The chuckle that escaped Noah was the reward Kurt was hoping for as Noah shifted into a kneeling position and Kurt hissed as the movement caused the mattress to buck.

"Guess you want carried again then?", he heard the jock ask as Kurt just bit his lip and looked miserable.

"I'm sorry..."

The jock's rebuke stung Kurt before he just nodded as he hated feeling incapable but his back really was killing him.

Raising his head again just as Noah had rounded the bed, Kurt spotted a familiar pair of briefs stretched obscenely tight over the jock's groin.

"Does that not hurt?", he'd asked with a little amusement.

The jock had just looked at him with confusion before his eyes tracked down to examine his own crotch and he'd looked a mixture of confused and embarrassed.

The jock's exclamation of surprise caused Kurt to giggle merrily as he pointed out,

"Why are you wearing my underwear Noah?"

The half-back's growl and dismissal just caused Kurt to giggle louder as he was bodily lifted from the bed and carried into the bathroom.


By the time Kurt had soaked in the bath for a good forty minutes and his skin had pruned up, his back was feeling a good deal better than before and the pounding behind his eyes had lessened to manageable levels.

While he'd been laying in the tub with his eyes closed in blissful relief, Kurt had heard Noah moving about and then the sound of the shower being switched on.

The urge to peek at the jock in the shower was too great as Kurt, knowing full well the layout of his bathroom, was aware of the reflection in the mirror from his current vantage point.

Though his lack of elevation meant he could only see Noah from the waist up, he'd found himself becoming aroused at the sight of the jock's washboard abs as he'd soaped up and the white suds had drifted down over his body.

'God Kurt... you've got it bad...'

Cupping his now turgid length under the water, Kurt watched the jock run a cloth over his pecs and down out of his line of sight. The brunette used his imagination to supplement the visual feast as he pictured Noah running the cloth along the length of his huge cock and groaning as it swelled in his hand in response to the manipulation.

Kurt knew that perving on his new friend and definite object of lust was in effect wrong. But damn if it wasn't hot.

'Ha!... Take that 'cedes... naked Puck in my shower...'

Being careful not to draw any attention to himself with any frenzied splashing, Kurt slowly pumped his hand along the shaft of his weeping erection, paying special attention to the large mushroom head.

Watching as the jock began to rinse the suds from his skin, Kurt imagined tracing the path of each and every water droplet with his tongue as they journeyed across the bronzed skin. Kurt could almost feel the sensation of Noah's hard and heavy cock as it had thrust insistently against his ass not an hour previously .

Picturing what it would feel like to take the large organ into his own mouth, to feather the mushroom head with his tongue and to roll what he imagined were big, fat, heavy balls just filled with cum, in the palm of his small hand, he felt his own orgasm approaching and sped up his strokes.

Keeping his eyes locked on the reflection of Noah in the mirror, Kurt grabbed a sponge from the rack beside him and bit into it to muffle his groan, as his cock twitched and spilled out rope after rope of his seed into the bath water.

Flushed and panting a moment later, Kurt watched as a completely oblivious Noah turned off the shower and stepped out of sight as he padded back into the bedroom.

'That boy is going to be the death of me...', Kurt thought before he hauled himself from the now lukewarm water, encouraged by the lack of protest from his back at the action.

Drying himself off Kurt couldn't help the wince at the reflection in the mirror of the large purpling bruise marring his perfect skin and knew that it would be several weeks before that particular blemish was gone.


Both boys had gotten dressed in relative silence before climbing the stairs to the Kitchen. Burt had obviously left early that morning as the note Kurt found pinned to the fridge confirmed his Dad would be back late as he had his weekly Poker game after finishing at the garage.

Checking the clock on the wall and calculating they still had a little while before they would have to leave for class, Puck asked where the cereal was kept and with Kurt's direction, prepared two bowls for himself and the little soprano.

Kurt meanwhile had gone straight to the cabinet by the sink and retrieved an entire bottle of painkillers which he promptly stuffed into his bag.

"I'm going to need them...", was the only explanation he offered at the jock's raised eyebrow.

"I'm going to speak to Coach and get you in to see the physio for your back..."

The grateful look in Kurt's eye caused Puck to sit straighter with pride as he munched on his cereal.

'This whole putting someone else first thing, isn't that hard after all...'

Eventually both boys were finished and Puck in a fit of chivalry picked up both his and Kurt's bags before slinging both over his shoulder.

"Thank you Noah...", offered the brunette shyly.

Puck flushed a little before shrugging off the altruistic gesture with his usual bluster,

"Stow it Hummel, we'd just be late if I let you carry it and I need my nap..."

Kurt just giggled at the jock as he tried in vain to keep a straight face, eventually relenting Puck chuckled along with the soprano.

Helping Kurt into the passenger seat was becoming only natural now and Puck didn't give it any thought.

Flipping the stereo back on Puck selected Track 4 on his AC/DC mix and they began their journey to the school.


A/N: OK guys. I'm posting this chapter even though I'm not in any way, shape or form happy with it. I think it's just a case of I have to get this out of the way before I can kickstart the next chapter which I hope will not suck quite as much as I think this one does.

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