Cry Me A River
by :muaaimoi
Somehow getting a blow job makes everything magically ok.
He doesn't get it. But it's hard to care.
Kurt doesn't know if this is just him being a typical male. If it's because Puck was the person giving him head, or even if it's because it's irrefutable proof that yeah, Puck has absolutely no problem with his sexual orientation. But whatever it is. It makes Kurt relax for once.
He feels good. Legitimately content. He hadn't even realized how utterly miserable he had been until the rain cloud was no longer hanging over his head. Kurt had almost forgotten what feeling happy for no reason felt like.
He actually has no problem inquiring about his Dad's date. And when his father spends a good twenty minutes waxing poetic about the awesomeness that is Carol Hudson, Kurt manages to smile. And scarier still, mean it.
His Dad looks really happy for once. Bursting at the seams, glowing happy. And it's a great look for him. If Carol's the one putting that look on his face then Kurt will just have to make his peace with being somewhat related to Finn.
It's going to take time, oceans of patience, and the kind of effort monks balk at. But Kurt is nothing if not amazing. So he's going to do it.
He just feels so much more confident. Noah has come through for him in a way no one ever has before. As much as he was pessimistic about future friendships with other people, he now feels optimism in direct proportion. He leaves for school with what's basically a spring in his step and a song in his heart. It's something that's never happened before.
xXx
The first person he talks to is Santana. She materializes beside his locker when he's not paying attention, as is her habit. And he refuses to give her the satisfaction of letting his shock show. But she smirks at him regardless, well aware she startled him.
" Bitch." He muttered affectionately.
" Cunt." Santana shot back in greeting with out missing a beat. Kurt was glad he'd realised actual greetings were wasted on cheerleaders. He offered his elbow gallantly. Santana took it. Brittany appearing magically beside him to claim his other arm.
Stupid ninja cheerleaders.
" So there's a party" Santana beings.
" There's always a party " Kurt interjects. At least when you're popular. And while Kurt isn't exactly, he does seem to have very popular friends.
" Eight o'clock tonight." Santana continued as if she'd never been interrupted." Bensen's house. I need your number so I can text you the address."
Kurt nodded, reaching into his pocket for his phone. Sadly it seemed to be missing.
" Here." Brittany chirped, presenting him his phone." I put me and Sanny in there. I texted us too. You have to go Kurty, it's basically for you since you're new."
" What?" When had she been in his pants? What the fuck? Was there some secret Cheerio training he didn't know about?
" Good job Britt." Santana complimented, " And she's right. You can't miss a party held in your honor, I call the first dance."
" Sanny!" Brittany protested.
Santana sighed theatrically, " I guess we can share."
Brittany beamed at her.
Kurt shook his head in defeat. " I have no choice in this, do I?"
" None what so ever" Santana confirmed.
Kurt bit back a smile, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let them in. He could use more friends he actually liked " I suppose all that's left is to accept my defeat with style and grace. Fortunately, I have plenty."
" I love your style. And your clothes." Brittany told him earnestly, " Especially when they sparkles."
Seriously? How did anyone ever say no to her.
" I'll be there." He says, surrendering with a smile.
He's in a good mood until he reaches seventh period. Seeing Puck there makes his stomach flop oddly, and he feels oddly shy. Not wanting to look at his best friend. He can't even talk to him, he barely manages to shush puck. Every time he tries to speak his throat constricts.
For a moment, he wonders if Brittany had used contact poison on his phone. No doubt under Santana's orders. Brit was way too sweet to hurt someone on her own. But it's a stupid thought. He feels fine, the only times his body acts weird it's in reaction to Puck. Poisons aren't that specific.
When he realizes that, he kind of wishes they really had.
xXx
He sneaks a beer at the door.
He hasn't even gone inside, but he's pretty sure Pucks in there somewhere. And his body isn't making any sense. It's almost like he's allergic to his best friend.
It's another remarkably stupid thought. So Kurt has another beer to justify it. Everyone's dumb when they're drunk, right?
The alcohol helps. Kurt feels all floaty and mellow. Everything dims a bit and he feels like he's taken some hard edge off his reality.
He's on his third beer when he remembers he owed Santana a dance.
Next thing he knows, they're grinding on the dance floor. Santana's tongue is in his mouth, which is nice, because Santana knows how to kiss like nobody's business. The only person who he's kissed whose better at it is Noah. And he's pretty sure that's just because Puck's a guy.
Someone begins to kiss his neck and Kurt realizes that they're dancing with Brittany. It's nice.
Maybe it's the all the beer, but Kurt doesn't mind that their girls. So when they begin tugging him upstairs he follows.
XxX
This story's starting to slow down for me. I think i'm getting bored of it... Sorry. Ill try and get some inspiration for it but don't be surprised if I start another one. I'll try to continue, but I've been writing this for six months now and well, it's the longest I've ever written anything. As someone who prefers to write one shots for a reason, you can see why this is akin to a war of attrition for me right?