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Note: I just had to, folks. And not just because it's one of Chris Colfer's all-time favorite love songs. But because it truly does work. If you don't know what musical this is from, shame upon you! (Hint: It's one of Kurt's favorites!) Oh, and do review. (What did we think of "Rumours"? Sam's siblings were totally cute, right?)"Our first date," Kurt smiled up at Puck as he slipped his hand into Puck's.
"Yeah," Puck smiled back. "I can't wait. Are you sure your dad won't mind if we crash in your basement?"
"Nope," Kurt shook his head. "Besides, he knows that we're together."
Puck froze. "Your dad knows? Is he cool with it?"
"Yeah," Kurt sighed. "I practically had to sign a contract saying that I won't have sex until I'm thirty, though."
Puck guffawed. "At least he's cool with it. My old man would freak."
"Do you need help telling him?"
Puck smiled sadly. "I'm not ready for that yet. I'm not for sneaking around, but I'm also not ready to tell him. Telling the glee kids was enough."
"Well, when you're ready, I'll go with you, if you want."
"Thanks, babe. Your house at eight?"
"Yes, sir," Kurt giggled.
"I love when you talk to me like that," Puck grinned wickedly, cupping Kurt's chin in his hands. "And I love kissing you like this," he gently kissed Kurt's lips.
"Get a room," Tina teased them as she passed them in the hallway.
"Oh, go make out with Mike," Kurt retorted.
"I also love your sassiness," Puck traced Kurt's cheek with his finger.
"What about my sassy hats?" Kurt reached up to adjust his hat of the day.
"Adorable," Puck declared.
Kurt blushed. "I'll see you at eight," he whispered, turning away from Puck and strutting down the hall, waggling his hips slightly and driving Puck wild.
Ding-dong!Kurt flung the door open. "Puckie!"
"Don't call me that," Puck groaned. "Please, if you have to, call me Noah."
"Noah," Kurt said softly. It was like a sigh on the breeze.
"Better," Puck whispered, moving past Kurt and into the foyer.
"Dad, Puck's here, going to the basement, leaving the door open a crack, okay, love you, bye!" Kurt said all in one breath.
"Damn, how do you have the lungpower for that?" Puck asked incredulously.
"It's my fourth special gift," Kurt winked.
"Do you have any more gifts?" Puck teased.
"Maybe," Kurt said flirtatiously. He took Puck's hand and led him down to his basement hangout.
"Nice place you got down here," Puck commented, surveying the room.
"Thanks," Kurt said, turning down the dimmer switch to create ambience. "Romantic," he purred, wishing he had a rose so stick between his teeth.
"Sweet," Puck nodded his approval.
"Oh, do you want to sit down on the couch?" Kurt gestured grandly to his white leather loveseat.
"As long as I can cuddle with you, of course I do." Kurt giggled and sat down, smoothing his pants as he did so. He picked up a remote and turned on the stereo, which he'd set to play his "Romantic Tunes" playlist.
"This one's for you," Kurt blushed, singing along to the familiar song.
Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
Kurt wanted to kiss Puck and to never stop. He wanted to vanish inside of Puck's lips, to kiss Puck fiercely and steadfastly and to never let go. He wanted to hold Puck, or even better, to have Puck hold him in those big arms of his that Kurt had been drooling over since Freshman year. He wanted to pinch himself, knowing that this was all just a dream. He knew he was just going to wake up soon, finding out that these past few months had been some sort of weird dream. He couldn't believe that Puck was with him tonight, right next to him, gazing at him as if he'd never see him again.
My wildest dreams
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting meSo perhaps Puck wasn't lying beside Kurt, but he was sitting mere inches away from him, his hand resting tenderly on Kurt's knee. Kurt had had some wild dreams before (some that he did not want to share, such as the explicit ones), but none of them had ever felt as good as this. He would have never guessed in a million years that Puck would actually love him back, that he would be here, right now, in Kurt's basement as more-than-friends. Kurt knew this was love because reality was finally better than his dreams.
Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
And crossed some borderline
Kurt had crossed the biggest borderline of all. He had crossed the borderline between hurt and love. He had gone from hating himself and loving Puck to loving himself and loving Puck. He had gone from self-hurt to self-love (not in that way, he thought quickly to himself), and that was the biggest borderline of all. He had put up great resistance, but Puck had broken his walls down and left them there. As long as Puck was his, Kurt would continue this journey across the borderline.
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make ev'ry last moment last
As long as you're mine...Kurt vowed a solemn vow that he would make every last moment last. He wouldn't just let this relationship pass him over like a cloud in the sky. He couldn't just let this fly by, especially if it was, in fact, over too fast. Kurt prayed to the Armani gods that it wouldn't be over too fast. He'd come too far to let this go right now. As long as Puck was his, he'd make every second, moment, minute, hour, day last. He'd save all of these memories, even the smallest ones, in the back of his mind, for, in case he was sad and alone one day, he could take them out and look at them fondly.
Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyesIt was true, Puck wasn't the smartest boy around. Sometimes, he could be considered a downright idiot. At the same time, he was the wisest person that Kurt knew. Kurt loved the dumb-smart thing that Puck gave him. Puck couldn't help but to stare at Kurt in wonder. Kurt had him seeing through a completely new set of eyes. Before, Puck had seen everything as glass-half-empty. Now he looked at them as glass-half-full. He had a new sense of appreciation for the little things, and he had a new meaning for the word "love". He didn't know how Kurt had done it, but he'd changed his outlook on life.
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's 'up' that I fell...Kurt blushed as Puck sang softly to him. Puck brushed his knuckles against Kurt's cheek. He had fallen, and he had fallen hard. What was it about Kurt Hummel that just fascinated Puck so? It must have been the spell that Kurt had put under him as his back was turned. It must have been some sort of enchantment, perhaps magic. Whatever it was, Puck didn't care. He was glad that he had fallen under the brunette soprano's spell. He hadn't fallen down, but rather, he'd fallen up, and feeling no sky or floor beneath him, he'd kept falling and falling.
Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost timeThere had been so much lost time. Kurt had lost precious time in his self-hatred and in his delusion. He had had a love-hate relationship with Puck that was so fast, it made even Kurt's head spin. One moment, he loved Puck, and as quick as a wink, he hated him again. It was as if a switch in Kurt's brain was flipping on and off rapidly between love and hate, never resting in-between or stopping at all. Kurt had been in denial not only that he was in love with Puck, but that Puck was in love with Kurt. The clues had been there all along, Kurt could see now. If only I'd seen them before, he thought.
Say there's no future
For us as a pair
And though I may know
I don't care
Was there a future for the two of them? Neither one of them was really sure. They could easily break up next week, or they could break up in a year or so. And who knew? Puck and Kurt could be together forever, if the fates had their way. They both knew the risks of this relationship, knew all of its benefits and consequences, but they didn't care. They didn't care about all of that right now. They just wanted right here, right now. They just wanted to be together, and not think about the future.
Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shinePuck pulled Kurt towards him slowly, wrapping his arms around the slender boy's body. Kurt's breath hitched, but he soon relaxed. Puck's arms were just so big, and Kurt just felt so safe within them. He carefully brought his arms up so that they were encompassing Puck's solid build. He locked eyes with the tenor, gazing into them longingly and lovingly. Puck, in turn, looked into Kurt's haunting grey-blue eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them, fearful that he'd never find his way out.
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're minePuck leaned in and kissed Kurt. "Mmm," Kurt moaned softly. Puck kissed Kurt again hurriedly, as if he was running out of time. He couldn't take it anymore, and his hormones took over. He wiggled his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Kurt pulled away immediately, putting his hand over his mouth, horrified.
"Shit, Kurt, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't-"
Kurt got off of the loveseat as if it were on fire, retreating to the corner of the room. He slid down to the floor, shaking. The last tongue that had been in his mouth was Karofsky's, and Kurt had hated it, hated it so much and didn't want to ever kiss like that again. He'd told Puck that he wasn't ready for this, and Puck had done it anyway. Kurt began to sob openly, his hands trembling. Puck slid down next to him. "I'm so sorry, baby," he put his arms around Kurt. "I couldn't control myself. I just…I love you so much, and I want to show you what love really is. I want to show you how good love can feel, how awesome the physical stuff can be."
Kurt sniffled. "I'm not ready for that, Noah!"
"And I shouldn't have forced that upon you so early," Puck whispered soothingly. "And I won't do it again."
Kurt looked up at him. "You swear?"
Puck held up his hand. "I swear."
"Mmkay," Kurt shrugged. "I guess…I guess we can try in…in a month?"
"Deal," Puck smiled, kissing the top of Kurt's head.
"I do love you," Kurt said softly. "But I don't think I'm ready for that stuff yet."
"Baby steps," Puck took Kurt's hand. "We'll take baby steps."
"I love you," Kurt said again, kissing Puck's cheek and leaving a trail of salty tears there.
"And I love you," Puck kissed Kurt's forehead. "For as long as you're mine."
Every moment, as long as you're mine…