Author's Note: Hey all! So thank you so much for all the reviews etc. I'm really sorry for the catastrophic lateness of this chapter but I've been super busy with University work. Ugh. Anyway, it's finally finished and I was able to dedicate time to finish this chapter! Officially this is the last chapter, but if anyone wants me to write an epilogue I'd be more than happy to. Enjoy!
Warning: Pretty graphic m/m slash (this is why it's rated M people), don't like don't read... and also teenager's not obeying their parents – shock horror.
Disclaimer: I've tortured myself watching interviews with Chris Colfer and Mark Salling, but I have to come to terms with the fact they will never be mine.
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Puck's POV
That performance couldn't have gone any better, Puck reflected, as he drove home after Glee Club with Kurt in the front seat. It had felt so good just being able to hold Kurt in his arms in front of everyone, to love him how he deserved to be loved.
As if able to sense what he was thinking, Kurt reached over and rested his hand lightly on top of Puck's where it was holding the gearstick.
'Thank you for what you did,' Kurt murmured, his gaze facing out front. 'It was so romantic.'
Puck released his grip on the gearstick slightly to give Kurt's small fingers a squeeze.
'You're more than welcome, babe. I just thought that song was kinda perfect, you know?' Kurt nodded, his gaze still focussed on the road in front.
'It was. I never had you down for a Phil Collins fan though.' He turned his glance on Puck, and a small smile was quivering at the corner of his lips.
'Hey, you tell anyone this and I'll deny it I swear, but... I quite like the softer ballad songs. Makes a change from all the rap and hip hop.' Kurt raised an eyebrow.
'Don't worry Noah, your reputation is safe with me.'
Puck smirked and turned his attention back to the road. If he was honest with himself, he was very nervous about bringing Kurt back to meet his Mom. In hindsight, perhaps it would have been better if he'd alerted her to the fact that he was gay or bisexual or whatever beforehand, but he'd been so concentrated on thinking of ways to woo Kurt it had completely skipped his mind. His Mom seemed easygoing and everything, but he knew how much she wanted little Jewish grandchildren, and that didn't seem likely anymore. It was why he'd obsessed so much over the thing with Rachel, and why it had taken him so long to pluck up the courage to make things official with Kurt.
Five Minutes Later
Puck slid his key into the lock and opened the front door, calling out as he did so,
'Hey Mom? I'm home!' Kurt timidly stepped through over the threshold and stood anxiously just inside the door. Sensing his anxiety Puck squeezed his shoulder and then started moving down the hallway as he heard his Mom's answering shout.
'I'm in the kitchen, honey! Are you and your friend hungry?' Although he'd never gotten around to mentioning that Kurt was his boyfriend, Puck had at least warned her that he'd be bringing someone home for dinner, otherwise she would have bawled him out about how she didn't have anything in.
Puck glanced at Kurt, who shrugged.
'We could eat,' he called back, taking Kurt's coat and hanging it up carefully on the bannister. Kurt subtly adjusted it so it wouldn't crease, earning himself a roll of the eyes from Puck.
'Noah!' Puck turned, a huge grin on his face as his little sister Sarah came bounding down the stairs. She'd turned nine a couple of weeks previously and it scared Puck how quickly she was growing up. Right now though she reached the last few steps and launched herself into Puck's welcoming arms.
'Hey sweetie. How was your day?'
'It was good. I had pasta for lunch and Ella Wilkes lent me her favourite hairband, look!' She proudly swung her ponytail to show her brother the fluffy pink band.
'Very nice Sarah. What d'you think, Kurt?'
Kurt appraised her carefully before pronouncing his judgement in a very solemn voice. 'It matches your outfit perfectly... which, I might add, is completely inspired.' Sarah flushed pink and beamed with pleasure.
'Maybe you could come up to my room later, and I can show you some of my favourite dresses?' Puck had to stop his eyes widening in surprise. Sarah was usually very shy with anyone new about the house, but it seemed she'd fallen under Kurt's spell in less than a minute. Kurt smiled broadly back.
'There is nothing I'd like better. I can tell you have excellent taste.'
'Noah never notices what I wear. I like you Kurt.' And with that announcement she dashed back upstairs.
'Well, you're a hit, babe,' Puck whispered, slipping his arm briefly around Kurt's shoulders and pressing a kiss to his temple.
'It's always a pleasure to talk fashion. And she really does have a remarkable eye, considering how young she is.'
'Noah? Are you coming in to eat? Sarah's already had hers.'
Puck swallowed and towed Kurt into the kitchen.
XXX
Puck's Mom, Esther Puckerman, was standing at the table placing glasses down on the tablecloth.
Puck crossed their small kitchen-cum-diningroom and pecked her on the cheek.
'Hey, Mom. This is Kurt.' He felt that they should have had something to eat at least before dropping the bombshell on her. Esther Puckerman smiled broadly at Kurt standing in the doorway and beckoned him in.
'Come on in, Kurt. It's nice to meet you. Noah talks about you such a lot.'
Kurt raised his eyebrows at Puck, but took a seat at the table.
Puck joined him and his Mom poured water into their glasses from a large jug, and then turned her attention to getting the fish pie out of the oven.
'You're not a vegetarian or anything are you, Kurt? It would be typical of Noah to forget to mention it.'
'No, not at all Mrs Puckerman. It smells delicious.'
'Please, call me Esther.'
They chatted lightly over dinner about trivial things that had happened during their day. Kurt had Esther in stitches over an anecdote about when his father had forced him to go for a camping trip and had thrown a fit over the five suitcases that a twelve-year-old Kurt had wanted to take with him.
'... they didn't even have a hairdryer on the campsite! And the showers were too horrible to even contemplate.' Kurt gave a minute shudder as he thought back to that cold and muddy field where he'd been forced to spend four days without the comfort of any of his modern appliances.
The fish pie was delicious and soon all the plates were cleared. Esther brought out ice-cream for dessert, and though Puck was sure he could see Kurt shiver slightly in contemplation of all the calories he didn't say a word and ate it all.
Puck had come to the decision that it was probably best to tell his Mom about his and Kurt's relationship when Kurt was out of the room. With this in mind, once they'd finished dinner and all the dishes were stacked on the washing board, he suggested that Kurt go up and see Sarah's dresses before she physically dragged him up to her room.
Puck could see that Kurt knew why he was suggesting this, as his shoulders tensed and there was a nervous smile on his face, but he agreed easily and sauntered out of the kitchen. A few seconds later and Puck heard him making his way upstairs, and Sarah's squeal of delight.
His mom sat down at the table, eyeing her only son.
'You know something, Noah? I was a little surprised when I saw Kurt. He seems so... different from all your other friends.'
Puck grinned wryly. 'Yeah, he is.' A deep breath and he was ready to talk. 'Actually, mom, I did want to talk to you about something serious.' His mother didn't say anything, just inclined her head and took a sip of her water. 'I got to be friends with Kurt a couple of months back and... well, I really don't know how to say this but... Kurt's not just my friend, Mom. He's my boyfriend.'
There was no response from his mother. She sat there, cradling her glass, staring at him. After a few seconds, Puck started to get uncomfortable.
'Mom? How do you...?'
'Just give me a minute, Noah, would you?' There was something strained in her tone and she got up from the table and went to stare out of the window whilst absent-mindedly washing the glass in the sink. Puck sank his head into his hands. He was so stupid! Why had he brought Kurt round here when he told her? Why on earth had he thought that was a good idea? Now Kurt would be anxious and worrying upstairs about the reaction, and his poor mother had barely any time to adjust properly, knowing that her son's boyfriend was upstairs right at that moment. He'd ruined everything. What if his mother never accepted him for being gay, or at least bisexual? Damnit, he knew how important their religion was to her. It wasn't such a big deal for him, but his mother was Jewish right to her core. He knew she loved him, but this might prove to be something even a mother's love would struggle to overcome. He sank his head even lower onto the table. What a mess.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.
'Noah? I'm just going to go to the bathroom for a minute. Would you call your... would you call Kurt, down? We just need to have a little chat, okay?' Her voice was gentle, and Puck allowed himself to hope just a little that things would be alright.
He heard her make her way upstairs, and as the bathroom door closed, Kurt's worried face peered over the bannister. Puck smiled up at him, reassuringly.
'Kurt? Can you come downstairs?'
Puck drew him into the kitchen, and they sat down next to each other, their backs turned to the door. Puck slipped an arm around Kurt's waist and leant his head on the smaller boy's shoulder.
'How did she take it? Are you alright?'
'Yeah, I'm fine,' Puck mumbled into Kurt's sweater. 'Not sure how she's taken it. She seems to be handling it okay.' Without a word, Kurt wound his arms around Puck's shoulders and held him like that, resting his own head against Puck's.
Esther Puckerman's POV
That was how Esther Puckerman found them when she came down from the bathroom. They hadn't heard her come down, that was obvious, and she paused at the doorway, just watching. They had their arms wrapped around each other, and Kurt must have muttered something in Noah's ear that was funny, because her son let out an unwilling but full laugh and clutched Kurt tighter.
Esther held onto the frame of the door to compose herself. Just look at them she told herself. So what if there aren't going to be any grandchildren from Noah? It was a very long time since she'd heard Noah laugh properly like that. Usually he was so surly and withdrawn. In fact, it was only in the past couple of months that she'd spotted a difference. A few days ago she'd heard him singing in the shower for goodness sake! She had to concede that Kurt was clearly good for Noah, and they looked so comfortable and happy in each other's company. Her mind, already pretty much made up, was resolved.
Unwilling to break the moment, but knowing she had to, she coughed lightly.
Puck's POV
Puck heard his mother's cough, hurriedly untangled his arms from around Kurt, and sat back in his chair. He saw that Kurt's expression probably mirrored his own, a mixture of hope and fear.
Puck watched as his Mom took a seat at the other end of the table. She didn't look angry, or disgusted, or furious... just a little confused.
'So, I'm not entirely sure what to say.' Puck opened his mouth, but Esther held up a hand to hold him off. 'It's been a shock, and no offence to you Kurt,' she added, turning to the smaller boy with a slightly apologetic expression, 'but it's going to take me a little while to wrap my head around the idea. Noah, you've never showed any sort of inclination that way before. And it can be no surprise to you to know that I've always wanted you to find a nice Jewish girl to settle down with and have children. I don't suppose you're Jewish, are you, Kurt?' she asked, her voice lit with sudden hope.
Kurt swallowed hard and stared at the table as he answered, 'No, I'm not I'm afraid ma'am.'
Esther nodded to herself. 'No, I didn't think so. But having said all that, there is just one thing I want to know, particularly from you Noah. Are you serious about this? This isn't just another phase?'
Puck reached across and clasped Kurt's hand.
'Mom, this was as much a surprise to me as it is to you. But the truth is, Kurt makes me feel worthwhile and we... we really love each other. I'm still not entirely sure what my sexuality is, at the moment Kurt's the only guy I have feelings for and I guess I still find women vaguely attractive so I'd say I'm probably bisexual. I know how much you've always wanted Jewish grandchildren, and I'm sorry that I can't give them to you because now I fully intend to stay with Kurt for the rest of my life. But you still have Sarah.'
Puck noticed that his mother's eyes were looking suspiciously watery and his own throat was feeling a little thick as well. Kurt was still looking determinedly at the table.
Esther Puckerman turned her attention to him, smiling warmly. 'And Kurt, are you bisexual or...?'
Kurt lifted his head. 'I've known I was gay ever since I can remember ma'am.'
'Please, call me Esther. Well, it sounds like you two are really serious about each other, and I've noticed how much happier you've been recently, Noah. At the end of the day, you're my son and I love you more than I can say. Your happiness is the most important thing to me – and if Kurt makes you happy then you have my full blessing.'
Kurt smiled so widely it seemed in danger of splitting his face. Puck seemed a little slower on the uptake, sitting almost in shock for a few seconds until a disbelieving grin spread over his features.
'So, you're okay with it Mom?'
'Honey, whatever makes you happy makes me happy. And I can tell by Kurt's impeccable outfit that he doesn't mind talking about clothes and shopping, which is what I was looking forward to doing with any girlfriend that you might have brought home.'
She looked at Kurt for confirmation and he nodded enthusiastically. 'Fashion and makeovers are two of my favourite topics of conversation,' he almost yelped.
Puck rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically which made both Kurt and his Mom giggle.
An hour later
Puck was driving Kurt home, thinking about how well the long dreaded announcement had actually gone. After they'd cleared all the dinner dishes away he had sat in their living room with Kurt, his Mom and Sarah, idly watching television and chatting. Kurt had found a stack of his Mom's gossip magazines and he and Esther had spent an enjoyable hour poring over the pictures of celebrities, debating the pros and cons of various outfits, most of which was complete gibberish to Puck.
He felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off him, now that he didn't have to worry about how his mother would react anymore he felt almost like he could take on the world.
They pulled up in front of Kurt's house and Puck was ready to give Kurt a goodbye kiss and drive back home when Kurt laid a hand on top of his.
'Would you... just come in with me for a minute? I want you to meet my Dad.'
Puck swallowed. 'What, you mean like... officially?'
Kurt nodded. 'Yeah. I mean, at least he already knows I'm gay, right?'
'Yeah, but babe, your Dad... I mean, he's, he's... well, he's scary. No offence. Does he have a gun?'
Kurt grinned. 'Yes, but he doesn't use it.' He'd obviously caught sight of Puck's face because he squeezed his hand reassuringly. 'Don't worry about it. I can handle my Dad.'
Kurt's POV
Kurt had to try very hard to stop himself laughing at the terrified look on Puck's face. It was a look he reckoned very few people had ever seen the most popular jock at McKinley High wear.
In truth, he was feeling a little anxious about how his Dad would react to the news that he had a boyfriend – and not just any boyfriend, but a boyfriend who his Dad probably knew used to be part of the crowd who bullied him everyday. However, there was no point in telling Puck any of this, as he looked scared enough already.
They walked up the path to the front door, Puck dragging his heels slightly, and looking like he was ready to bolt at any moment.
Kurt slid his key into the lock and opened the door. 'Take my hand,' he muttered. Puck glanced around at him.
'What?'
'Take my hand!'
'What, now?'
'Yes now,' Kurt hissed. 'We need to present a united front.'
'Don't you think we should do this some other time?' Puck whispered agitatedly, but quickly fell silent when he saw Kurt's Dad wander into the hallway from the kitchen.
Kurt saw his Dad do a slight double-take as he took in the sight before him, his son holding hands with a hulking jock in a McKinley High football jacket. A myriad of expressions crossed his face, culminating in a slight curiosity mixed with apprehension.
'Kurt?'
'Yes, Dad?' Kurt was trying for calm, but he was sure that his voice shook just the tiniest bit. He could sense that this was like the calm before the storm.
'Do you... do you mind telling me what's going on? Who's your friend?'
Kurt felt Puck's hand tighten in his. 'This is Noah Puckerman, Dad. He's my boyfriend.'
His Dad nodded to himself slightly. 'Your boyfriend? When did this happen?' Suddenly understanding and recognition filtered onto his face. 'Hang on a minute, isn't this the kid who brought you to the hospital?'
'Yes, that's right. We got to be friends, and then...' Kurt trailed off. His Dad's eyes narrowed, and he scratched at his head as he stared at Puck.
'I remember you. You were going to stay with him damn near all night.'
'Yes, sir.' Puck's voice was slightly shaky, but as Kurt glanced at him, he could see that he'd relaxed slightly.
'Hmm.' He paused for a second and Kurt tensed slightly, but then he stepped forward and extended a hand to Puck. 'I guess I owe you thanks. Can't remember if I ever did thank you that day. You sure about this though, Noah? Because if you do one thing to hurt my boy...' He didn't need to finish the sentence.
Puck stepped forward as well and shook Kurt's Dad's hand. 'Sir, I swear I will never hurt Kurt. He's one of the most important people in my life right now, and I assure you my intentions are strictly honourable.'
Kurt giggled as soon as the sentence left Puck's lips. 'Okay, if you guys are finished talking like you're in a 1920s movie, shall we go into the kitchen and get a drink? Dad, Noah and I are going to chill in my basement for a bit, is that cool?'
His Dad frowned at him and then replied, 'Well, I'm going out for a bit. A couple of the guys I go fishing with are having a coupla drinks at the bar. I guess you can stay Noah, but no funny business. Understood?'
'Understood, sir.'
Half an Hour Later
'So, that went a lot better than expected, right?' Kurt was lying on his bed, idly flicking through a magazine, while Puck was exploring his basement. Of course, he'd already been in there quite a few times while they were rehearsing their number, but now he was sitting at Kurt's vanity table and chuckling over the sheer number of lotions and potions that Kurt had arrayed on the surface.
'Yeah, it did. I must say, though babe, when he first came into the hallway I thought he might actually kill me.'
'No, he was just a little suspicious.' Kurt beckoned with his finger and patted the space on the bed next to him. 'You coming over here anytime soon?'
A wicked grin crossed Puck's face, before he looked a little hesitant.
'Babe, you sure? Your Dad did say no funny stuff...'
Kurt waved an elegant hand dismissively. 'He's under strict orders not to come down here unless absolutely necessary, and he's to knock three times and wait for an answer. Plus, I'm sure I can rely upon you not to take advantage of me seeing as your intentions are strictly honourable.'
Puck let out a noise that was partway between a laugh and a growl and crossed the space to the bed in seconds, flinging himself on top of Kurt. Pushing himself up on one elbow, Kurt brought his lips up to meet Puck's.
Groaning, Puck clasped Kurt's hips and rolled over, so that he was lying on his back and Kurt was lying on top of him.
'Yeah... that stuff about being honourable may not have been... entirely truthful.' Kurt smiled as he broke away from Puck and traced a finger down his jawbone. He could feel the bigger boy shiver at the contact, and without thinking he trailed his hand down until he found the buttons on Puck's shirt.
Kurt could see Puck's eyes fastened on his, darkened and hooded slightly with desire. That was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly he unbuttoned the top, bit by bit, until it was finally completely loose and he was able to slip it off Puck's broad shoulders.
Puck's POV
Puck had to really steel himself not to tear Kurt's clothes off then and there. Instead he shuddered, and waited as he felt Kurt's slender fingers unbutton his shirt and slip it off. If he was completely honest with himself, he was nervous. He knew he loved Kurt without a shadow of a doubt – but he'd never been with another guy before and it scared him a little. But Kurt was looking up at him with such love and devotion that he felt the butterflies in his stomach ease slightly.
Gently he removed Kurt's shirt too, and traced his hands up and down the sides of his boyfriend's body – before lowering his mouth to Kurt's nipples and sucking on them gently.
He felt Kurt's body spasm beneath him, heard the soft groan that emerged from Kurt's full lips. This was a completely new experience for him. He'd never felt the same adoration as he felt now for the boy beneath him. He'd liked Quinn, but he couldn't kid himself that he'd felt the same feelings for her as he did for Kurt.
They rolled around on Kurt's double bed for a while, kissing and touching and licking – exploring each other. Kurt's groans were growing in pitch and becoming more frequent, and every time he made that noise, a trail of fire burned its way through Puck, ending straight in his groin.
Taking a chance, he slowly thrust his hips into Kurt's crotch and was rewarded by a half gasp, half scream.
'Oh God.'
'You okay, babe?' Puck smirked at Kurt and thrust his hips slightly harder at the same place, watching as Kurt's lips parted.
'Again, Noah, please!'
'There's something you might like better, I think. D'you trust me?'
He saw Kurt stare up at him with those disarming, huge blue eyes, and heard the low murmur in the assent.
Very carefully he undid the button on Kurt's jeans, and pulled the zipper down. He didn't look at his boyfriend, instead he concentrated on gradually easing the tight trousers down Kurt's legs. He managed to take them off completely and folded them, hanging them on the chair next to the bed – earning himself a muttered 'thanks' from Kurt. He then turned his attention to the black silk boxers which Kurt was wearing. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about this. The only penis he had ever been familiar with was his own, and he'd never imagined that he would be in this position. But all he had to do was look up at Kurt, and his doubts were obliterated. Quickly he shed himself of all his clothes, so that he could concentrate on Kurt.
He drew the boxers down, and was confronted with Kurt's rather large erection springing up at him. Kurt whimpered, and that sound was enough to cause Puck to lower his mouth onto his boyfriend's member.
Strangely, it wasn't nearly as bad as he'd thought. It was an unfamiliar sensation, true, and once he'd gotten into it he had his first taste of pre-cum. Slightly tangy and bitter – but not actually unpleasant. And the fact that it was Kurt, well... he could forgive anything. The moans and whimpers he was eliciting from Kurt was enough for him to actively enjoy what he was doing. He thought of it as sucking on a lollipop – and Kurt's pleasure was his pleasure. After all, Kurt's noises were having a very pleasant effect on his cock.
As he increased his tempo and started sucking harder, he felt Kurt start to writhe beneath him.
'Please, Noah, I'm so close, so close... please... I need you. I want you...'
Now, Puck was no expert at how things worked with men, but with the women he'd been with – this usually meant they wanted full intercourse.
He withdrew his mouth and faced Kurt, whose face was flushed and his eyes were downcast.
'Kurt... are you sure? I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with...'
Kurt's eyes flashed at him, and Puck recognised the sure signs of a hissy fit coming on.
'I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure... God, Noah. Please, I need this!'
Puck raised his hands.
'Okay!' He lowered his mouth to Kurt's and kissed him tenderly and deeply. 'I love you, Kurt Hummel.'
'I love you too. Now hurry up and fuck me.' Reaching over into the drawer he missed Puck's shocked expression at the swear word. That was really hot. Hearing innocent, prissy Kurt Hummel swear had sent another shock of blood straight to his erection.
Kurt had handed him the lube. He popped it open and spread it around Kurt's puckered entrance, before slathering his fingers with it. Carefully he slid one digit inside Kurt.
He saw the blue eyes widen, the mouth gasp.
'Are you okay, babe?' Puck was worried, there was a certain look in Kurt's eyes.
'I'm sorry... I just remembered the... the time with Karofsky...'
Instantly Puck's blood began to boil at the remembrance of what that animal had tried to do to his beloved Kurt. He took his finger out and wrapped both his arms around Kurt's slender body – giving him as much physical comfort as he could.
'You have nothing to be sorry about. But Kurt, I would never hurt you... you mean more to me than my life. Honestly.' Taking a chance he slid a finger inside Kurt once again, all the while whispering loving words into his ear. It worked. Kurt relaxed against Puck, reacting to the feel of having one of Puck's arms wrapped safely around him, holding him close.
Puck prepared Kurt to the best of his knowledge and ability. Then he coated himself in lubricant, and after asking Kurt one more time if he was absolutely sure, he pushed a little way inside. He knew enough to pause – and allow Kurt time to adjust to his size. He wasn't being boastful, but he was large.
Once Kurt had adapted to him, Puck rocked himself further and further, until he was fully sheathed. A rhythm started, with Kurt bucking and moaning and Puck grunting and tugging on the brunette strands of hair at the back of Kurt's head.
Puck thrust and thrust – and eventually hit that spot, the one that every guy had but rarely experienced unless they were gay, what was it called? Oh yeah, the prostate. He must have hit that, because Kurt screamed below him and dug his nails into Puck's back.
Puck felt immensely proud of himself, and also happy because he'd been able to give Kurt that pleasure, and that pleased him more than anything. Plus, watching Kurt unravel and give himself up to him was the hottest thing he'd seen in a very long time.
Concentrating hard, Puck hit Kurt's prostate again and again, reducing the smaller boy to a writhing mass beneath him.
'Oh God, Noah! Oh fuck, yes, YES!'
Puck sank his head and kissed Kurt ferociously, whilst reaching between them with his hand and stroking Kurt's cock in time with his thrusts, which were dramatically less organised and regulated.
'Ohhh God, Noah, I'm going to... I'm going to...'
Kurt suddenly released with a scream, and Puck felt his walls clenching and spasming around his cock. He held on for about a minute – and then the sensation became too much. Screaming Kurt's name he came into his boyfriend, over and over.
Kurt's POV
That had to be the most intense experience he'd ever had in his life. When he was on his own at night he'd tentatively slid a finger into himself – but never anything more than that. When his orgasm had taken him with Puck – he'd thought he was close to passing out. That was how intense it was.
Puck's head sank onto his chest, and he cradled it, stroking the soft strands of hair on the mohawk fondly.
Gradually their breathing returned to normal and Puck pulled out of Kurt slowly.
Kurt was so happy he could barely breathe. He'd lost his virginity – and he'd lost it to a guy who he was deeply in love with. From the sounds of things, it rarely happened that way. Puck was cuddling into him and he rested his head on the broad chest.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Kurt remembered that his Dad would be back soon and they'd better at least get dressed.
'I'm going for a shower,' Kurt announced, swinging his legs off the bed, and wincing at the slight pain his backside. He looked back at his boyfriend still lying sated on the bed. 'Want to join me?'
XXX
Puck stayed for dinner that evening. Once they'd finished their shower, (which took rather a long time), they listened to music, chilled and made out a little in Kurt's basement until his Dad came home.
Kurt had made soup with fresh toasted bread and vegetables for dinner, and after that Puck had taken his leave – with the excuse that he needed his sleep as he had a big football game tomorrow.
That was true, Kurt had heard nothing else recently apart from the huge game coming up. It was very important for some reason and the entire school was excited about it.
So it was that on Friday morning Kurt spent longer on his make-up and cleansing routine than he usually did. He wanted to look good for the big day.
Puck's POV
He hoped his plan was unknown to Kurt. All he'd done was take Mercedes aside and beg her to make sure that Kurt attended that night's football game. She'd promised not to tell him, and he hadn't mentioned it at all.
Puck saw him at lunch-time in the hallways making his way to the cafeteria and saw that he looked more gorgeous than ever – with a red scarf wrapped around his neck, tartan black and red trousers and a black silky top with puffed sleeves.
He really hoped the team would win that afternoon. If they didn't – his plan might backfire slightly. He could tell that Kurt was slightly confused as to what status they had in the school at the moment. The Glee Club all knew, but that wasn't anywhere near the same as the entire school. Puck hoped to set the record straight at the football game.
At the end of the football game
They'd won! They won! Puck literally couldn't believe it. Things had looked bad for a while, until they'd suddenly found a second wind and scored.
Right now he was leaping around with the rest of the team in the centre of the field – and then he suddenly remembered his plan.
Abruptly breaking away from the group he moved towards the stands – towards where he could see Kurt sitting in the third row from the front, next to Mercedes.
Breaking into a run he bolted up the steps, reached across to grab Kurt's hand, and dragged him out onto the field.
'Noah! What on earth...?' Kurt was clearly slightly confused and puzzled, but his eyes were shining.
Puck was aware of all his teammates watching him with confusion – apart from Finn, Mike and Matt who had a knowing glint in their eyes. He was also aware that the gaze of almost the entire school was on them. That was what he had wanted.
In front of everyone he pressed his lips to Kurt's and claimed him in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around his waist and bending him over slightly. He didn't say anything afterwards – but he knew he didn't have to. People could either take him or leave him for all he cared.
That night at Kurt's House
Kurt was sitting at his vanity table, carefully combing his hair. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. Puck lay back against the pillows on the double bed, just watching his boyfriend. Eventually the silence got too much for him.
'So... what I did at the football game, are you okay with it, Kurt?'
He saw his boyfriend turn around, blue eyes shining.
'Am I okay with it? Noah, that must have been one of the bravest things you've ever done – and it was all for me. How could I not be okay with it? Now we don't have to hide at all...' his gaze darkened slightly. 'I'm just wondering if you know what that entails. All the bullying, the dumpster dives and the slushies. I'm just wondering if you can take it.'
Puck climbed off the bed. 'Hey. I'm Puck, alright! I can deal with anything, dude. Have you seen these guns?' He was joking and Kurt grinned.
'Oh, yes. Those guns are some of your best assets!'
Kurt's POV
Kurt eyed Puck with love, but with some confusion. It was time he asked the question which had been bothering him for some time.
'Noah?'
The taller boy took him in his arms and kissed his forehead. 'Yeah?'
'When, and why, did you start liking me?'
He saw a number of emotions cross Puck's face – until a blush settled across Puck's cheeks.
'Well... don't laugh at me, but, you remember that day when I found your Single Ladies DVD under the dumpster? I gave it back to you...'
Kurt nodded. 'I remember.'
'Well, I watched it the night before I gave it back to you. I thought it might have been a compilation CD or something. But when I saw what it was... I watched it about fifty times, Kurt. I couldn't get you out of my head. That was when it started... for me.'
Kurt felt like laughing out loud at the embarrassed expression Puck's face. Suddenly a wicked thought crossed his mind, and he danced across to his dresser, casually removing a few items, carefully keeping them hidden from Puck.
'What are you doing?' Puck sounded both plaintive and questioning, but Kurt resolutely opened the door to his bathroom.
'Just getting into something more comfortable, don't worry, I'll be out soon.'
A few minutes later
Kurt smirked to himself in the mirror. He was wearing the exact same outfit he had worn for the Single Ladies video, and he hoped that Puck woud like it.
Slightly nervously he flicked the lock and exited the bathroom.
'Thought you might like this, Noah,' he murmured, posing by the bathroom door, hand on his hip and pulling at his lower lip.
Puck's POV
Puck thought he had died and gone to heaven. Suddenly Kurt had flicked his iPod to life and was doing the routine to 'Single Ladies', exactly as he had on the DVD. Only now, it was a private performance especially for Puck.
Puck laid back and put his arms behind his head. He hadn't been looking for love – but love had virtually fallen into his lap.
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And the next week the entire school managed to find out that David Karofsky had been sent to a Young Offender's Institute for Grievous Personal Harm. Jacob reported in the East High McKinley Newspaper that he cried following his arrest.
Puck had no problems with the rest of the jocks following Karofsky's arrest. It seemed like he was Captain of Cool now – and Kurt, as his boyfriend, wasn't to be touched. Indeed – he was to be treated like a Princess. As it was always supposed to be.
Right, so that's the official end. There might be an epiloge if there's call for it! Sorry it took so long to update! xxxxxxx
