"Puckerman," Kurt sighed, wincing as a bite on his neck turned a little painful, "we shouldn't be doing this anymore. I'm with Blaine now."

"You know I don't care," Puck replied, pushing Kurt even closer to the backstage wall and kissing him again. "And you don't tell me to stop either, do you? You get off on sneaking around, Babe."

Kurt moaned at the delicious feel of Puck's body pressing him to the wall, holding him there and grinding their pelvises together. This thing they had was just physical, something to tide them over until they both found a real connection with someone else. But Blaine never touched Kurt like this. He didn't even try.

"And Lauren?"

"Won't put out," Puck scoffed. Not that Kurt ever put out, not really. He got Puck off by grinding and sometimes a hand job. They'd never had sex.

"Fuck, Baby," Puck groaned, sucking the other side of Kurt's neck and thrusting hard against him. "Let me hear that voice of yours."

"So good, Noah," Kurt whined. "Oh, please. Just a little... Ah!"

Puck hissed in pleasure, too, holding Kurt tightly for a few moments before letting him go and smirking, "Hope I didn't make you ruin that uniform, Kurt. Have fun with your lame boyfriend."

Kurt nodded and returned to the Warblers' green room just before the announcement came that judging for the Regional competition was complete.

"Hey," Blaine smiled, taking Kurt's hand chastely. "There you are!"

"Hey," Kurt smiled, trying not to feel so guilty and telling himself things with Puck would never ever happen again.