AN: As usually, thanks a lot to everyone who takes time to read these insanely long chapters! I really appreciate all the support!
AN2: This fic is slowly coming to an end. I believe there will be four chapters more until it ends. Five top. And I'm usually quite against the addition of songs in fics, even if Glee is a show based on music. I promised to myself I would never make them sing in a fic of mine to make characters express their feelings or in order to write about a Glee class. Yet, I've found a couple of songs that reminded me of this story. A few people came up with other songs, so I was planning to make a little mix for the end of the fic. Since I have just a couple of songs picked up, do please feel free to suggest any song you believe I could include in The Sting fanmix! Suggestions are open until.. well, until the final chapter, so you can consider the next chapters as well.
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Day 199
Kurt is not a vengeful person, but when he walks through the hallways of McKinley the Monday after he's been crowned Prom Queen, he smirks when witnesses the looks of absolute terror on other students' faces when Puck is around.
As a student that has been bullied numerous times, Kurt is aware that being constantly worried about getting shoved around is not something anyone would call appealing. In fact, it's a terrible way to spend most of your school days.
But, right now, these ignorant people have it coming.
Puck's Prom King campaign based on a strategy of intimidation bared fruit. Kurt didn't think it was going to work, even if he did help his boyfriend make those stupid posters he wanted to do. Kurt actually took a picture of Puck looking scarily at the camera –he actually took a lot of pictures, since Puck was never pleased; according to him, his glance had to look meaner- and designed a plain and sober poster that, just like Puck wanted, said simply: "Vote for Puckerman."
Puck actually wanted "You'd better vote for Puckerman," but Kurt talked him out of that idea. Kurt turned to subliminal messages in an effort to force Puck not to threaten people so bluntly. He's sure that Puck didn't fully understand the concept of subliminal messages, but at least he took Kurt's advice.
And that was his whole campaign. Puck refused to do anything more to get votes, since he didn't want to talk to people. He claimed that the whole point of the thing was precisely not to do anything and get all the votes just from his subtly threatening posters.
Surprisingly, Puck was crowned Prom King and proved what he wanted to prove: that he's the most badass guy at school.
Yet, neither Puck nor Kurt, along with the rest of the McKinley population, expected that Kurt would become Prom Queen the very same night.
It broke Kurt's heart at first, and even if he had received some despicable glances from other students, they all looked terrified when they noticed how angry Puck was, realizing that they had pissed off the resident badass big time. And Puck was indeed fuming, but not for the reasons that the students assumed.
Kurt has never seen Puck so mad.
Today, Kurt wishes he hadn't run away at first. He doesn't like to show others that they can break him, but he was glad that it was Finn who ran after him; that was probably the biggest brotherly gesture Finn had made towards him so far. And he was glad that Puck wasn't the one going after him, since after being public humiliated the last thing he wanted was to put his secret relationship in jeopardy.
The following day, when Kurt went to spend some time with Puck at his house, Puck told him that he didn't even think about going after him, since he knew Kurt would come back. What surprised Kurt is that Puck said that as if it was obvious, and not like he was trying to excuse himself for not going after his broken-hearted boyfriend. It was then that Kurt realized that Puck apparently knows him very well, and on some level, maybe better than Kurt knows himself, because at first he had no plans to return to the party, while Puck was sure he would.
And Kurt had returned to claim his title.
It wasn't meant to happen though. If students knew that what they thought was a joke was going to end up in crowning the resident gay guy, along with the supposed violent psycho, they would have probably never done it.
Spitefully, Kurt didn't give everyone the pleasure of bringing him down, facing them all with his chin up. And he acted his part, along with Puck. Everyone was dead silent when, with a very unfriendly face, Puck led Kurt in dancing the classic Prom Queen and King dance. On his way to the dance floor, Puck kept sending deadly glares at everyone, while Kurt played his part and tried to look just a bit frightened and annoyed –since at least the Glee club believes that the hate between him and Puck is mutual. Then the Glee club joined them, and everything went on smoothly.
According to Shakespeare all's well that ends well, and Kurt believes Mr. Shakespeare has a point. After all, he got to dance with his boyfriend at prom, and take a funny cliché picture with him. Without even rehearsing it, they stood next to each other while Puck held him with one arm, staring at Kurt with his eyes narrowed. It's their inside joke, and Kurt always smiles when he looks at the Prom picture.
In the end, Puck got what he wanted and Kurt got something he didn't want –at least not in the way things had developed– but they both enjoyed themselves.
The rest of the students, instead, are now suffering the supposed consequences of pissing off the badass Puckerman; stepping out of the cafeteria, Kurt actually spots his boyfriend walking in the hallways and people immediately looking down to the floor, instantly moving out of his way.
Kurt smirks. After telling his father about prom, Kurt laughed, claiming that on Monday no one was likely to show up at school and that they had it coming. His dad frowned, and even if he was incredibly upset with the people at his son's school, he told Kurt that he shouldn't hold such a grudge, since they we clearly not worth it.
But Kurt thinks different. Besides, it's not like he's pointing at people and saying, "Ah! That's what happens when you mess with me!"
From all this, Kurt and Puck have an even bigger inside joke now. Students think that Puck is a psycho, and that he's mad for being named Prom King with the resident fairy as his partner, and that he's going to murder them all. Reality is much different though: Puck is not a psycho, and although he was indeed mad because they messed with Kurt, he doesn't plan to murder anyone; the fact that people think he will is enough.
If people laugh at Kurt to his face, why is it bad that Kurt laughs to himself at people's ignorance and obliviousness?
Of course, Kurt wishes none of this had happened. Him being crowned Prom Queen only evidenced how obtuse people actually are, and how many of them they are as well. Kurt can't help feeling overall disappointed. Yet, he tries to see the small bright side of the whole fiasco: prom actually ended well. He got to dance with his boyfriend, and what's even better, Puck danced with him in front of everyone, right after Kurt had been publicly humiliated, which benefited Puck's image in Kurt's dad's eyes. His father didn't exactly say any positive words about Puck's gesture, but Kurt knows his father well enough to be sure that he actually prized what Puck did.
So Kurt raises his chin, acting positive, and heads towards the choir room for Glee practice. Nationals are three weeks away and there's so much to do and to prepare that Kurt's not sure how they're going to make it. They still haven't even decided what they're going to sing.
Kurt makes a mental note to start picking out his clothes for the New York trip. He needs to pack a flawless selection of his best outfits, and that's going to be a very difficult task since every piece of clothing in his wardrobe is perfect. Still, he's going to be in New York for the first time, and he needs to look even more fabulous than he already does on a regular basis.
When he walks into the choir room, only Puck and Rachel are there. Puck is sitting in the back of the room, while Rachel is sitting right in the first row of seats. As a habit, Kurt ignores Puck completely, just like Puck ignores him. Right as he is about to pick a seat, Rachel taps the chair by her side, giving Kurt a big, scary smile.
Kurt can't escape Rachel's invitation, so he sits next to her. She immediately turns towards Kurt, a knowing smirk on her face.
He stares at her with a glimpse of apprehension. "Is something going on, Rachel?" Kurt enquires hesitantly.
"Now that you ask, yes," she replies, lowering her voice like she's going to start a private conversation between them, and Kurt's not sure if he's too fond of that idea. Rachel looks completely excited in a very creepy way.
"Alright," Kurt replies, lowering his voice as well.
"You need a boyfriend."
Kurt arches an eyebrow, nodding slowly at her words. He really didn't expect that. What's even worse is that he can instantly feel Puck's gaze on the back of his head; no matter how much they whisper, the room is completely empty and in silence, and it's obvious that Puck can hear them, or at least her.
"You think so?"
"I know so, Kurt. I'm really sorry for what you had to go through last Friday," she says truthfully.
"I'm okay, Rachel. I just have to accept the fact that, even if I would love for people to get educated a little, when they have narrow minds like that, you don't really have a lot to work with."
Rachel sighs. "I'm aware of that. But it was junior prom, and you deserved to have a date. I really appreciated what Noah did; for a moment I thought he was going to leave you there alone to be even more humiliated, but he didn't and I even thanked him for that gesture personally."
Kurt presses his lips, trying to hold back the laughter. He can only imagine how Rachel probably cornered his boyfriend to show her appreciation for last Friday's gesture. He'll have to ask Puck about it later.
"But in spite of that," Rachel continues, whispering. "You shouldn't have had to dance in front of everyone with the person you hate the most. You should have been with someone you share all your passions and feelings and interests with. A soul mate, like me and Finn."
Oh, for Dior's sake. The last thing Kurt wants is to have a corny, over sugared relationship with anyone. Besides, he's already in an amazing relationship with an amazing guy, and if there's one thing he likes about his relationship with Puck is that it's completely out of the ordinary. Kurt likes to break the mold in things, and while he's a romantic person, he adores the edginess that dating Puck implies. They are a much improved version of Sandy Olsen and Danny Zuko. Kurt doesn't need a boyfriend that will drown him in a puddle of lovey-dovey stuff.
But it's not like Rachel would know that, and Kurt has no plans of letting her know about them either.
"I appreciate your concern, Rachel, but-"
"And I've found the best suitor for you," she cuts him off. Kurt opens his eyes widely at her statement, and he knows that two rows behind him, Puck is growing upset, even if he remains remarkably still and quiet.
Kurt doesn't need a suitor and he doesn't even want to think about what a 'best suitor for him' means in Rachel Berry's world.
"Rachel, seriously. I don't need-"
"So I met him during Sectionals. Remember the Warblers?" she continues, ignoring Kurt completely and not even waiting for him to answer. "He was the lead singer. I met him backstage; just so you know, I'm very faithful to Finn and our encounter was strictly professional. And he's a great performer; he was also incredibly marveled by my performance-"
"But you didn't have a solo," Kurt intercedes, confused.
"So we kept in touch via Internet, and at first I thought he was developing feelings for me; I was flattered, but I never returned them," she babbles and Kurt keeps on staring at her like she's speaking in a different language. "But then, I realized that I've got it all wrong. One night on Facebook chat, I found out that he can quote all of Ali MacGraw's dialogue from Love Story, and you know what I realized?"
Kurt narrows his eyes, suspiciously. "That you might need therapy?"
Rachel laughs quietly, slapping Kurt on his shoulder. "No, silly. He's gay! He never had feelings for me, of course; we just had a lot in common, being the captains of our respective teams and all."
"I see…"
"You see? Kurt, this is wonderful!" she practically squeaks, and Kurt starts feeling uncomfortable. Not only is he practically receiving a blind date proposal from Rachel Berry, but also, he has a boyfriend already. A boyfriend who's very much jealous and right now getting upset.
"I fail to understand what you're so excited about."
Rachel rolls her eyes. "Don't you get it? He's gay and single, and so are you. He's very handsome, and he's also incredibly cute and charming and-"
"I know where you're going with this, and I'm sorry, but I pass," Kurt states.
Sweet Dolce, is Rachel really trying to hook him up with a stranger? In front of his boyfriend? It's not Rachel's fault, since she doesn't know Puck is his boyfriend, but still, Kurt wishes none of this was happening.
"He read Patti LuPone's last book," she tells him solemnly. "And his favorite Vogue cover of 2010 is Marion Cotillard's."
Kurt snorts skeptically. "And you really just figured out he's gay?"
Rachel chuckles. "I realized some weeks ago. I wanted to introduce you two, but I planned to do it after Nationals, since we don't want anything to distract us from New York, right?"
Kurt narrows his eyes at her. He has no plans to meet this guy, but it's not nice to find out that Rachel, who believes Kurt's alone and miserable, would keep a chance of love from him to reach her goal. Of course, Kurt wants to win Nationals just as badly as Rachel, but she surely doesn't believe that Finn distracts her from their competition.
However, Kurt simply replies, "Right."
"But after what happened last Friday, I can't do that anymore. Kurt, you have to meet him. I haven't told him anything about you yet, but I was thinking I could arrange-"
"No."
"Kurt, please, you will thank me forever."
Kurt sighs. How can he escape from this without saying that he doesn't need a blind date because he has a boyfriend already? What's even worse is that he's been with Puck for so long that he can't even remember how it feels to be miserably lonely, believing that he would be alone forever.
Still, he never liked the idea of blind dates. Let alone being forced to meet someone. No matter how needy for company you may be, it's quite sad to need someone else's help to get a date, or to go on a date with a complete stranger.
From what Kurt knows, most blind dates end up being a total disaster. And Kurt is sure that even six or seven months ago he wouldn't have liked the idea of going on a blind date that Rachel set up for him, with a guy that she considers suitable for him. He wouldn't be able to stand himself, knowing that he needed Rachel's help to go out with some boy. It's almost mortifying, and it certainly would have been a terrible damage to his ego.
"Rachel, it's embarrassing," Kurt states, and that's final. "I appreciate your concern, but I don't need blind dates."
Thankfully, Mr. Schuester, along with Sam, Mercedes, and Santana, enters the choir room, so the conversation ends right away. In the following minutes, the rest of the Glee club gathers and Mr. Schuester has enough tact to congratulate them all for their performances during prom night, but not bring up the subject of Prom King and Queen. The last thing that Kurt needed right now was Mr. Schue congratulating him for being crowned Prom Queen, so Kurt is thankful that the subject is looked over and the class continues normally.
Much to his luck, the rest of the school day does not continue normally. Once classes are over, Kurt heads to the library with the intent of doing his homework (and waiting a considerable time before meeting Puck in the parking lot), but Rachel shows up, along Mercedes, and they practically corner him in one of the hallways. The two girls have wide smiles and Kurt is sure that he knows the reason for those smiles.
"No, Rachel," Kurt repeats, before either of his girlfriends can say a word.
"C'mon, Kurt," Mercedes speaks. "I have to say that when Rachel told me, I didn't like it much, but the guy really sounds like he could be not just your future boyfriend, but your future husband. You ought to give him a chance, boo."
"I don't even know him!"
"Duh, that's exactly the point," Mercedes retorts.
Kurt clenches his jaw, getting slightly irritated. "Neither of you would be happy at having to be forced to meet someone you don't know, with a bunch of people around expecting you to hook up with a stranger."
Rachel nods, knowingly. "We're aware of that; I admit that I might have insisted a little, and I don't want you to feel pressured about this."
Kurt raises an eyebrow, unbelieving. "Is that so? I didn't notice you don't want me to feel pressured since you're literally cornering me," he says, pressed against a corner in the hallway with his two so-called friends blocking any kind of way out.
Rachel and Mercedes exchange a quick glance, but neither of them moves. "We came up with a great idea so you can meet Blaine without feeling uncomfortable."
Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, Kurt. I want to meet him as well, 'cos I'm your best friend and I have to approve of your boyfriend too," Mercedes tells him, and Kurt snorts to himself.
She sure wouldn't have approved of Puck, and Kurt would definitely keep on dating him no matter what Mercedes thinks about it.
"So, all of us share lots of interests," Rachel continues. "And we thought about all meeting together. That way, you wouldn't be alone with him if you don't want to, and it would be just a casual meeting where you can get to know him. I'm sure that after that meeting, you'll have plenty of dates alone, but it would be a start."
"Rachel, please-"
"C'mon, Kurt! Don't be so stubborn! Don't you hate being lonely all time? You have no reason to say no to this! You don't have to do anything: just show up and chat with us about Broadway, our favorite performers, and fashion, and all the things you like!" Mercedes insists.
"I still haven't talked to him about you, Kurt," Rachel tells him. "So he won't be biased, even if I believe he'll be head over heels as soon as he sees you. He's very nice and social, and if I tell him I'm meeting with my friends to play with my hand-made and customized Scattegories, Tony Awards version, he'll surely join us."
Kurt gives up. "Whatever."
Rachel and Mercedes literally squeak. "That's great, because I was aware that I was going to convince you, so I already arranged our play date," Rachel informs him and Kurt wants to kill himself. "So meet me at my house next Wednesday after school."
Kurt blinks quickly. After school? He can't ditch Puck; his boyfriend still doesn't have a ride, and Kurt is not going to make him walk all the way back to his place because he has a ridiculous play date with Rachel.
"Rachel, you're aware I stay after school studying," Kurt states. "I'm already agreeing with this against my will, so I'm not going to break my study routine as well."
Mercedes scowls and Rachel sighs. "Fine. Two hours after school? That way you have time to get yourself fabulous," she says, with a terribly flirty voice.
"And I won't stay long either. It's school day, in case you forgot."
The girls smile, achieved, and finally leave him alone. Kurt marches to the library, but he can't focus on his homework. Why doesn't life ever give him a break? He's stuck with a play date with a guy he doesn't have any interest to meet, and even if Kurt won't be alone with him, he can almost picture Rachel and Mercedes nudging and winking at him every other moment.
In addition, Kurt has a boyfriend already. Puck didn't look very pleased in the choir room while he had to listen to a not-very-subtle Rachel practically selling a boyfriend to Kurt. He won't be happy when he finds out that Kurt will actually be meeting him. Kurt doesn't plan to hide that from his boyfriend, though. That's probably the worst part: having to tell Puck about his play date with Rachel, Mercedes, and another guy, knowing how jealous and possessive Puck can get sometimes.
Kurt is aware that it would be easier if he didn't tell Puck anything, but their time together has proved to them that they never do well at keeping things from each other. Kurt also doesn't like the idea of lying to Puck about anything, or hiding something like this from him. They lie and hide stuff from others, but not each other.
And being fair, Kurt wouldn't like Puck keeping stuff from him if Puck was in his situation.
Also, if Kurt hides this from Puck, Puck could easily find out later from Rachel or Mercedes. After all, Rachel wasn't precisely quiet today, and why would she be? She doesn't even know that what she's doing is upsetting him and Puck, since they are boyfriends.
Puck has to know about this ridiculous date, and Kurt has to be the one letting him know.
He is not really looking forwards meeting Puck, knowing for sure what they're going to talk about; even if he doesn't say anything about the subject, Puck probably will, and Kurt would like to delay the drama, at least for a while. Can't he enjoy just one day of peace?
Time goes by surprisingly fast, and before Kurt knows it, it's time to meet Puck.
Like every other day, Puck is waiting for him, leaning against Kurt's SUV. Kurt feels slightly nervous, but he acts casual as he walks towards his boyfriend. He unlocks the doors, and both of them get in; Puck remains silent, and Kurt does the same, not exactly sure how he can start a conversation about his stupid play date.
Kurt doesn't have to make any effort, though, since as soon as they leave the school behind, Puck brings up the subject.
"I guess I'll have to have a few words with Berry," Puck says gravely. "You don't need to meet any dumbass dude."
Kurt lets out a deep sigh; he's not any happier than Puck about this whole situation. "Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that without exposing our relationship to her? Do you actually believe that she'll be all understanding, saying 'oh, yes, Noah. Just because you say so, I won't introduce Kurt to any boy,'" he imitates his friend. "I don't think it's going to work very well."
Puck fidgets in his seat, clearly frustrated, and Kurt can't help feeling bad for him. "Well, I've got to do something, right? You can't expect me to be all cool while people throw guys at you!"
Dear Gaga, Puck is going to flip once he knows the rest of the story.
"I know, Puck. I'd be upset if I was you, believe me. And this bothers me as well."
Puck nods. "So we agree that you have no intention to meet this dude. I mean, I'm your boyfriend, so you don't need to meet anyone else."
Kurt grips the wheel tightly. "I have no intention," he says quietly. "But I'm going to meet him."
"What?"
Kurt pulls over the car on the side of the road; this is not going to be an easy conversation, and he won't be able to focus properly on the argument and his driving at the same time without crashing the car, or without saying something stupid.
"You're going on a date with that guy?" Puck continues, completely outraged. "Seriously, Kurt? What the fuck? I'm your freaking boyfriend! You can't go on dates with other dudes!"
"Puck, please calm down," Kurt tells him quietly.
"Calm down? How the fuck can I calm down? You're my damn boyfriend and you're telling me you have a date with a guy who's not me!"
"It's not like I want to do it, okay?" Kurt barks back. He's trying to be understanding, and he hates the way Puck is talking to him, but if Puck was telling him he had a date with some girl, Kurt would be reacting exactly the same way, or worse. Still, he won't get yelled by Puck for having to do something that he doesn't want to do in the first place.
"If you don't want to, then why the hell are you doing it?"
"Because I had no choice, Puck," Kurt snaps at his boyfriend. "You heard me telling Rachel I didn't want to meet this guy, but then she tells Mercedes and I have both of them pushing me into this! I couldn't tell her that I have a boyfriend already, and that I don't need to meet anyone else. So they arranged this ridiculous play date, for this guy, me, and them two so I don't have to be alone with him, and I still don't want to go, but I can't escape from it anymore."
Puck stares at him, clearly mad, but like he's thinking heavily. "So it won't be just you and the guy," he says after several seconds of silence.
Kurt sighs. "No. I insisted that I didn't want to be pushed into this. They thought it was because blind dates made me uncomfortable, so they decided to have a casual meeting of friends."
Puck swallows hard, and nods. Kurt knows that Puck is not any happier, and that there's something else that Puck is not telling him. "Whatever," he mumbles, looking away.
"This upsets me as much as it's upsetting you," Kurt tells him quietly, holding his boyfriend's hand. "And I'm doing it just to get Rachel and Mercedes off my back. They just want me to be there, so I'm just going to show up, be decent, and go back home."
Puck nods, with his eyes fixed on the road. "Okay."
Then, he doesn't say anything else. Kurt stares at him, waiting for Puck to keep on arguing, or to at least be mad, but he stays amazingly still. Kurt grows anxious; Puck is not mad, he's really upset in a sad way, and Kurt wishes Puck was yelling at him or cursing. Kurt knows how to deal with a worked up Puck, but right now Puck is clearly hurt and Kurt can hardly stand it.
"Talk to me," Kurt requests with a small voice, feeling like he's trembling deep to his insides. He curses Rachel and Mercedes for getting him into this mess.
Puck shrugs. "I know you're not doing it on purpose; the girls are pushing you," he says, sounding resigned. "So what's the point in saying anything? You're going to that date no matter what I say."
"I'll talk to them again, and I will refuse to go to that date," Kurt resolves, because this is completely stupid. Nothing positive is going to come out of this stupid play date, except for getting Rachel and Mercedes off his back, and it's not worth it if in exchange he's going to be annoyed and Puck is going to get hurt.
"They won't leave you alone if you don't show up," Puck mumbles, not sounding any happier. "It doesn't matter."
Kurt swallows hard. "It matters if it bothers you."
"It's fine. Are we going?"
Kurt sighs, defeated and turns the engine on. They resume the ride and Puck hardly speaks to him again until Kurt drops him at his place, only saying "See you tomorrow." Kurt remains still as he feels a wave of distress breaking over him. He needs to find a way out of this. He and Puck are doing so well that Kurt can't afford hurting Puck because of something so stupid like meeting a guy he's not even interested in.
Day 201
Kurt returns to his house at 9pm, exhausted and slightly annoyed. No matter what he does, the only thing that Kurt can think about is Puck. On Monday, after dropping Puck at his place, they didn't talk or text each other. Tuesday wasn't any better. Kurt did pick him up as usual, but Puck remained silent and gloomy, except for their half an hour of making out before heading to school; Puck practically devoured him, hungrily and desperately, but not in a horny way. Kurt could tell that Puck was still uneasy. Then Puck hardly talked to him again for the rest of the day. No matter how much Kurt tried to talk about anything, Puck just replied short and dry words. The same routine repeated again today.
The distance growing between them is killing Kurt, but he acts like nothing is happening because the last thing he wants is people asking him over and over if he's alright. Kurt wouldn't be able to answer with the truth. The only person he could talk with is his father, but Kurt doesn't really feels like talking with his dad about the troubles in his love life.
Right now, Kurt just wants to be alone, or to go back to normal with Puck, but he's more likely to achieve his first desire.
Kurt really tried to talk with Rachel and Mercedes, to make them understand that he didn't want to meet any guy. His girlfriends didn't listen to him, and they even ended up arguing more than once, since they wouldn't take a 'no' as an answer. Apparently, Kurt had no excuse not to show up… except he did have a great reason not to do so, but of course, he couldn't tell them about it.
And Puck was right: they would never leave him alone.
So Kurt went to the stupid play date with only the intention of putting an end to the whole situation. After all, he only had to meet the guy and say later that he's not interested and forget about it.
Surprisingly, Kurt had a sort of good time.
Blaine ended up being a very nice guy, and Rachel's hand-made Scattegories, Tony Awards version, was actually more fun than Kurt expected it to be. He couldn't enjoy himself much, since his mind was clouded by the tension between him and Puck, but Kurt did end up staying for longer than he expected to; he had dinner at Rachel's, which consisted of them ordering some pizza.
They all had school tomorrow, though, so they called it a night. Rachel and Mercedes didn't waste any time wiggling their eyebrows and winking at him every time Blaine wasn't looking, and Kurt only rolled his eyes at them. Sure, Blaine was a nice guy and Kurt had a good time with him, but Kurt is also very happy with his boyfriend. And Blaine can be very charming, but there's no comparison to Puck.
Yet, the more time Kurt spent with Blaine in the afternoon, the more he found himself imagining what it would be like to date him. Kurt simply couldn't do it, though, and that's what's been worrying him the most. He couldn't imagine himself with someone else; it was hard for him to picture a life without Puck, and his blood ran slightly colder every time he realized it, seeing as he and Puck were not on the best of terms right now.
Kurt greets his father in the living room. He's sitting in his armchair, watching some show about fishing. Kurt can hear Carole in the kitchen doing the dishes, and he assumes that Finn must be in his room, since Kurt can't spot him anywhere.
"Hi, son. How was your day?" Burt asks him.
"Long. I'm very tired; I think I'll take a bath and go to bed," Kurt says, craving for bed and hoping that tomorrow he'll be able to fix everything with Puck.
His father nods slowly. "So how was Puckerman?" he enquires in a faux casual and low voice.
Kurt arches an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Didn't you just see him?"
Kurt doesn't like what his father is implying in the slightest. "I told you I was going to Rachel's place," he states, somewhat annoyed.
Burt stares at him, unimpressed. "Were you?"
He's too tired to get mad; the tense situation with Puck has him very stressed out and he's not going to start an argument with his father. "I thought we agreed that I wasn't going to lie to you," he says, keeping his voice low. "I've already told you I see him everyday in the mornings and afternoons when I pick him up and drop him at his place. Last Saturday when I went to his place, I also let you know. So if I actually told you every time I met him that I was going to be with him, I don't understand why now you think I'm lying to you. You can call Rachel to ask her to confirm my whereabouts, or maybe Mercedes, since she was also with us."
His father sighs, shaking his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm just… it's not that I don't trust you. I'm just being extra cautious," he explains, and Kurt catches a little remorse in his dad's voice, but it doesn't make it any better.
Of course, Kurt is not a hundred percent honest with his father. There's no way he's going to tell him about the nights Puck spends with him, in his room. Yet, that only happens once a week; two times, tops. But with that as the only obvious exception, Kurt is on his best behavior with his father.
"It's fine, dad," Kurt replies, unwilling to continue this conversation. "I'm going to my room; otherwise I'll pass out right here."
"Sleep well, son," his father says. Kurt kisses him goodnight on the cheek, and heads towards his room, not without saying goodnight to Carole as well.
Kurt walks down the stairs, already prizing the quietness and the darkness of the room. He drops his jacket on the bed and takes his shoes off. Part of him wants to throw himself on the mattress right away, but he could use a long and relaxing bath to prepare himself for facing Puck tomorrow.
Hopefully, once he lets Puck know that nothing went oddly at his play date, everything will be back to the way it was.
He turns on the light on his nightstand, and then he walks towards his closet to get a pair of pajamas. He also almost has a heart attack when he opens the door of his closet.
"Hey, babe," Puck welcomes him.
"Oh my- !" Kurt yelps, practically jumping back.
There's a knock on the door, followed by Carole's voice. "Kurt, sweetie, are you alright?" she asks from the other side of the door.
Puck stays very still, sitting Indian-style in Kurt's closet, in the middle of a night, without having even let Kurt know he was going to be there, and God only knows how on earth Puck got in the in the first place, since Kurt didn't pick him up, and for how long he's been there. Kurt pushes all those thoughts aside his head and replies loudly, "Yeah! I just… I almost tripped down the stairs, but I'm alright. Just a little fright!"
"Okay. Call me if you need anything," she says, and then silence falls upon Kurt's room.
Kurt immediately walks inside his closet, closing the door behind him, and Puck gets on his feet. "Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here? Carole is right in the kitchen."
Puck shrugs, cockily. "Then keep your voice down. So, how was your date?"
"It wasn't a date," Kurt grits between his teeth. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
Puck rolls his eyes. "I walked and snuck in. You're not answering my question. How was this dude? Was he hot?"
"Puck, please," he says in a warily. "You walked? All the way down here? Does your mother know you're here or-"
"Yes, she knows, and you're still not answering," Puck states, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is he as awesome as Rachel said he is? We already know he likes show tunes and fashion and other stuff you like."
Kurt gives him a long stare, but slowly he starts putting all the pieces together. He wants to be mad at Puck, but he really can't. "Is that why you're here?"
Obviously, this has been eating at Puck since Monday. Enough to walk a long way, sneak inside his boyfriend's room, and wait for him to ask about the stupid play date, after two and a half days of barely speaking to him.
Puck doesn't answer right away. He avoids the question and says, "I asked first."
Kurt sighs, defeated. "He's good looking, but he's not exactly hot," he replies, being honest. "And yes, he does like show tunes and knows about fashion, but no, I didn't find him incredibly awesome."
He can see how Puck's rigid posture starts easing at his words. "Did he hit on you?"
Kurt snorts; this is unbelievable. "No, he didn't."
Puck frowns. "How come he didn't?"
"I don't know. Should have he hit on me?"
His boyfriend looks at him like he's crazy, and then narrows his eyes at him. "You're lying."
"I'm not lying," Kurt retorts, torn between getting mad or burst into laughter. "He was very gentleman like, and unlike me, Rachel didn't tell him I was going to be his next boyfriend. He was nice, but no, he never insinuated anything to me."
Puck gives him a long, inquisitive stare, and then he nods. "I bet he was playing it subtle, and you didn't pick up on his hints."
Kurt dares to touch Puck for the first time that evening, and steps closer, wrapping his arms around Puck's waist. This is feeling normal already, and Puck is still giving him hard stares, but Kurt knows he's giving in.
"I'm sure he didn't, but what if he did? It's not like I was going to run after him," Kurt whispers, closing the distance between them until his lips are almost on Puck's. "Why would I, when I have you?"
"Good," Puck says shortly, and kisses Kurt deeply and hungrily, but with a hunger that Kurt likes.
He melts into the kiss hard and fast, trying to focus on his and Puck's lips and tongue, which is difficult since Kurt just wants to jump in joy, and maybe laugh to release the tension he's built up the last few days. Things between them seem to be going back to normal, and Kurt couldn't be happier. He feels full of life and energy again.
Kurt is simply not used to stress in his relationship with Puck. Sure, keeping it secret is stressing, but trouble comes from the outside. Ever since he and Puck got together, they never really went through serious problems, except for the first time they had sex. Even after that night, everything between them flew perfectly easily, without major complications, and Kurt considers it quite impressive, since he's in a relationship with Noah Puckerman, a guy who didn't like guys in the first place, had a tendency to objectify women, was entirely sex-centered, and never had a serious relationship with anyone.
Unlike the first-time sex drama, Kurt didn't think that he and Puck were going to break up over this stupid play date. Still, the distance between them was unbearable.
They tend to fight all time over stupid things, and those arguments hardly qualify as fights. Mostly, they only try to annoy the other, but feelings are never hurt. This time, however…
"You're staying over, right?" Kurt enquires, sure that Puck is but needing his affirmation anyways.
Puck grins. "Unless you want me to walk back home, yeah, I am."
Kurt comes up with a great idea. "I was planning to take a long, relaxing bubble bath. Want to join me? I told my dad I was going to take a bath and go to bed; said goodnight already. And I didn't lock the door, but even if someone comes down, and I don't think someone will, they won't come in my bathroom while I'm taking a bath."
"Bubbles? Isn't that, like… girly?"
Kurt's face falls; that's all Puck has to say about his incredible proposal? Puck really does know how to kill the mood. "You're declining an invitation to take a bath with me, because of bubbles?"
"Babe, we take showers together every morning I stay here. That counts as taking a bath," Puck states, like Kurt is dumb. "And we don't use any bubbles."
"I've been overly tense the last few days," Kurt replies, crossing his arms over his chest. "So I'm going to the bathroom, filling the bathtub with hot water, and putting some scents and bubbles in to take a proper bath. If you want to join me, you've been properly invited already, so you'll be welcomed. If you don't, just stay here, quiet, since my parents are still awake upstairs."
Puck rolls his eyes, and Kurt turns around and leaves the closet, marching straight to his bathroom. He listens to Puck's steps following silently, but Kurt doesn't look back to see or say anything to him.
He walks inside the bathroom and starts filling the tub with hot water, ignoring his boyfriend who has just stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Instead, Kurt opens his cabinet and starts picking the product he's going to use.
"No need to be so bitchy," Puck says, putting the toilet seat down and sitting. "'Course I'm gonna join you. Some stupid bubbles won't stop me from getting naked with you."
Kurt shakes his head in disbelief. "You were the one who started bitching over my bubbles," he points out, picking his high-foaming cleanser scented with chocolate and coconut.
He pours a bit of the liquid into the water, and smiles as he sees the foam appear. Kurt puts the bubble bath back in the cabinet and leans over the sink, facing his boyfriend. Puck looks pensive, and Kurt frowns.
"So what did you do on your date?"
"Stop calling it a date," Kurt replies, slightly irritated. "And we just played some board games, chatted about stuff we liked, and then Rachel invited us to stay for dinner and we ordered pizza."
Puck nods. "And this guy…"
Dear Gaga, why is Puck still on that? Kurt thought they were good for real now; he assumed they'd put this whole thing behind them, so he doesn't get why on earth Puck keeps thinking about Blaine.
"His name is Blaine," Kurt tells him, deciding that even if he wants to drop this subject, he'll tell Puck everything he needs to hear. Kurt doesn't want Puck to keep wondering about this any longer, so it's best to just not give him anything to wonder about. "What do you want to know about him?"
Puck looks surprised at Kurt's question, but he shrugs like he doesn't care. "I don't know. What's he's like?"
"Physically or personally?"
"Both?"
"He's… a bit shorter than me. Slender, brunette, brown eyes," Kurt describes, running out of adjectives. Also, what he said sounds pretty generic. "He doesn't have guns like you do," he adds, sure that that's something Puck will like to hear. "And, I don't know what else."
"But he's handsome," Puck says, probably remembering that Kurt had said so.
"He's not bad looking at all, but it doesn't mean I'm attracted to him," Kurt clarifies. "I am able to appreciate someone's beauty without feeling a romantic attraction."
Puck nods again, apparently pleased with that answer. "So he's into fashion and show tunes like you."
"He is. He dresses quite well, and we do share lots of interests."
Puck presses his lips together. "So you liked him."
"I actually did," Kurt says, being honest. "Not in a romantic way, of course. I'm very used to having long conversations about Broadway performers, or fashion designers with the girls, but it was nice for a change to do it with a guy, like me."
Puck says nothing, so Kurt continues before his boyfriend gets it all wrong.
"I love talking to girls, but… you can gather with your male friends to talk about the last football game. Usually, I only have Mercedes to talk with about the latest Narciso Rodriguez collection, and she doesn't even get it like I do. So yeah, it was nice to have another guy to talk about the things I like. Yet, it doesn't mean anything. I'm sure you wouldn't want to have some affair with any friend of yours just because they like Nascar, Jewish singers, or video games, and in the same way, I wouldn't choose someone to have something with, just because we share interests. If relationships were basic like that, I probably wouldn't like guys, and I'd date girls instead."
"Do you want to see him again?"
Kurt blinks. He wasn't expecting that question; he actually liked Blaine a lot, and Kurt really believed they could get to be good friends. Yet, he's not very sure if someone as jealous as Puck will understand that Kurt liked Blaine only as a friend.
"Not if you don't want me to," Kurt picks a safe answer.
"So you do want to see him again," Puck says quietly, sounding a little hurt.
Kurt sighs and steps closer to his boyfriend, sitting on his lap. "I liked him as a friend, Puck. He's the first boy my age who's gay and out that I've gotten the chance to meet. We didn't talk much about private things, but sure I'm he understands me better than Rachel and Mercedes, since no matter how… lonely and outcast they may feel, they aren't able to fully comprehend what it means to be the queer kid that no one likes."
"Okay," Puck whispers, looking away.
Kurt gently grabs him by the chin, forcing thier gazes to meet. "It doesn't mean anything. I don't like him that way, and I'm sure he feels the same about me. I think we could be good friends, but I won't see him again if you don't want me to."
"I don't want to be the guy that forbids you to do stuff you wanna do."
Kurt shows a weak smile. "You're not forbidding me to do anything. This... what we have, it's much more important to me than any friendly conversation I could have with any guy. I choose not to see him again because I don't want to do it if it hurts you. It won't be worth it if it affects our relationship."
Puck nods slowly. "'Kay," he mumbles, not sounding very convinced.
Kurt glances at the bathtub, noticing that it's almost filled, and hopes that the hot bath will relax them both. He really thought Puck wasn't upset about Blaine anymore, and maybe he's not as upset as he was at first, but clearly the subject still bothers him.
Kurt kisses Puck on the temple, right under the scar he got from the accident, and stands up, motioning for Puck to get inside the tub. Puck nods and proceeds to undress himself, without doing all the sexy stripping down that he tends to do to get naked. Kurt doesn't mind, since it's obvious that neither of them is in a sexy mood right now. He just shuts off the faucet and gets undressed as well.
Completely naked, Puck stares at the huge amount of foam covering the water of the tub and frowns at Kurt. "You and your weird ideas," he mumbles, stepping inside the bathtub and sitting down.
Kurt grins, pleased, when Puck lets out a soft moan. Clearly, Kurt's weird idea is not something that bothers Puck that much.
He joins his boyfriend, soaking in the hot water, and sighs contently because this was what he needed. Kurt sits between Puck's legs, laying his back against his boyfriend's chest, and Puck puts his arms around Kurt's torso, embracing him tightly.
"This is cool," Puck points out and Kurt nods, dreamily, as he enjoys the feeling of his boyfriend's firm hold and the hot water nearly up to his neck, soothing his body. "It's a shame that this foam is covering all the water; it blocks my view."
Kurt laughs quietly. "No funny business in here," he warns his boyfriend. "We're not showering; the water won't wash away our dirt."
Puck chuckles. "Spoil sport."
"It's not like we'll spend the night playing Monopoly. I think we can survive fifteen minutes without groping each other."
Kurt closes his eyes; the tension in his muscles starts fading quickly and he stays silent for a couple of minutes, until Puck speaks up.
"You can see the guy if you want. I mean, if you want to be friends with him or something, I won't stop you."
Kurt snaps his eyes open. Puck still has him wrapped tightly in his arms, and Kurt tries to figure out what exactly is bothering Puck so much, since he's not throwing a jealous-possessive fit like he usually would.
There's something going on here that Kurt can't put his finger on, and it's driving him crazy.
"I said I wouldn't if it upsets you."
"It doesn't," Puck states, failing at sounding convincing.
"It doesn't seem like it."
"It really doesn't. I mean, you still love me, right?" Puck asks, lowly and hesitantly, and Kurt frowns right away.
Why is Puck even asking him that? And why on earth does he sound so uncertain while asking that? Kurt has never given Puck any reason to believe that he didn't love him anymore; in fact, after all the things they've been through the last couple of weeks, if Kurt didn't love Puck at all, he wouldn't have even bothered to go through so much trouble.
He doesn't understand what's going on inside Puck's head right now; this stupid thing about Blaine shouldn't be-
Oh.
Kurt blinks repeatedly, and he puts two and two together. He's been such an idiot! Kurt turns his face around as much as his neck allows him, meeting Puck's eyes. "Is that what's troubling you? You think that my feelings for you changed because I met a guy?"
He can feel Puck's body tense beneath him, and Kurt doesn't know whether to hit Puck for being so dumb or to blame himself for making Puck doubt their relationship. Kurt had learned that the root of Puck's jealous and possessive behavior was actually his fear of being left alone, like in the dreams he had during his coma, and people say that jealously is a way to disguise insecurities, so Kurt thinks he should have realized this before. If he had, he could have spoken to Puck in a different way since the very beginning of all this, to prevent Puck from feeling bad, and, in turn, himself from feeling bad as well.
Puck shrugs. "I don't know."
"I'd never cheat on you," Kurt states, firmly. "Wasn't that the whole point of becoming boyfriends?"
"Well, yeah, but…"
"But?"
"It's not the same," Puck says, sounding frustrated. "Like, we all agree that people shouldn't drive drunk, but people do drive after drinking."
Kurt does his best to read between the lines. "So what you're trying to say that theory and practice are not the same?"
"What?"
"That, even if we agreed not to be with anyone else but each other, what we said we were going to do is not the same as what we might actually do?"
"Hum… I guess."
"Why do you think that?" Kurt enquires. "There are a lot of pretty girls at school, but I know you don't want to be with them. I trust you; I know you won't cheat on me, so why do you think that I'd cheat on you just because I met one guy?"
"It's not that I don't trust you," Puck admits, and Kurt still doesn't get the point. "And it's not about cheating either."
"Then what is it?" he asks, trying not to sound as frustrated as he's feeling. He really wants to understand what's bothering Puck so much, but Puck isn't helping him much to do that.
"You could fall out of love with me, and fall for someone else. And this guy seems to be a guy you could… you know," Puck explains lowly.
Kurt turns his face to the side again to meet Puck's eyes. He gets it now, and part of Kurt is sad about seeing that Puck fears he's losing him, while the other part is sad as well, about Puck thinking that he knows what kind of guy Kurt could fall in love with.
After all the things they've been through, Puck should know better.
"Then I guess you don't know me very well."
Puck chuckles. "I know you better than you think I do."
"Obviously you don't if you think I'd fall in love with Blaine," Kurt retorts, bitterly. "You two are nothing alike, but I've fallen for you, right? So how can you possibly think that Blaine is the kind of guy I'd fall in love with?"
Puck groans, frustrated. "Of course you got all smitten for me, but it's not like you had many options, right? I could have picked any girl I wanted, but I picked you. You couldn't do that; I was the only guy available. So yeah, it was easy to say that you wouldn't be with anyone else."
Kurt gets pissed. He moves from his place on Puck and turns around, sitting opposite to him. "That's ridiculous!"
"It's not! Now there's this guy, and he's all like you, and he's not bad looking either, so why not? I'm not saying you'll run after him, but surely you could crush on him, or worse."
Kurt lets out an icy laugh. He can't believe Puck is actually saying this; he's practically saying the same than his father did. Puck also believes that Kurt is settling with him?
"You know, I get why Rachel and Mercedes were so sure that Blaine was the right guy for me," Kurt tells Puck, and Puck clenches his jaw. "Of course, he's charming and elegant and well spoken. We share almost every interest, he dresses in a style I actually like a lot, he's almost the cliché prince charming from movies, and I'm sure that seven months ago I would have been head over heels for him."
Puck swallows hard, looking hurt. "So I'm right."
"No, Puck. You're very wrong. You, Rachel, Mercedes and even my father, are wrong. You know, I actually tried to picture myself dating him," Kurt admits and Puck flinches. "And I couldn't. I couldn't feel any chemistry or anything that-"
"You didn't feel anything for me at first," Puck cuts him off. "See? I'm right. After we started spending more time together, it was different. So I'm sure that after spending more time with him, you'll like him even more."
Kurt rolls his eyes. "I did feel I had a good chemistry with you, way before I started having feelings for you. And still, it's not the same, Puck. Because seven months ago, I had a very fairytale vision of what love was. But this," Kurt states, pointing back and forth between them, "This is real. Fancy dates with prince charming and Broadway talks? Those things are meaningless when it comes to real feelings. I know what I feel for you, and by now you shouldn't doubt that."
Puck gives him a long look, clearly thinking about Kurt's words.
"And you want to talk about only options? Let's do that," Kurt continues, defiantly. "Because you're right, you were actually the only man, other than my father, that has ever dared to touch me nonviolently. But I was your only option too, right? You said that I'm the only one who made you feel special, and chosen. I'm the only one that gave a damn about you, and that thought you were worth the trouble. No girl had made you feel that way before me; I was the first and only, and therefore I'm your only option as well, and you still choose to be with me."
Puck frowns. "It's not like that. I didn't want to be with you 'cos I had no one else."
"Neither did I, Puck," Kurt explains with a soft voice. He reaches for Puck's hand under the water and squeezes it. "There's a reason why two people come together and stay together, and that's that something they give each other something that no one else can give them. It doesn't matter if we had more options to pick from, because we still found that something in each other. In your case, it was so unique that it ended up being more important than my gender, and in my case, that something goes beyond whether we share some shallow interests or not."
He can't believe he's about to quote Lisa Simpson, but after getting together with Puck, Kurt learned that what he said is all very accurate. Maybe Puck doesn't love him, but Puck is the only one that made Kurt feel confident about himself, made him feel unique in a non-freak way, and willing to take the chance to trust his heart with someone else. Puck may not love him, but Kurt feels loved and cared about anyways, and when he's with Puck, Kurt feels like he's the most precious person in the world, and he's definitely sure that it won't be easy for some other man to make Kurt feel that way. His peculiar relationship with Puck made Kurt understand that love is something deeper and stronger than what had Kurt imagined.
Puck is not the guy that Kurt believed he was going to end up with. Seven months ago, the mere idea of having something with Puck would have made Kurt laugh. But unlike what his father, and Puck, believe, Kurt is not settling with the boyfriend he got.
He hates that they think that way, because from what Kurt gathers, he didn't lower his standards regarding what a boyfriend should be like; he actually raised his standards regarding what a boyfriend should make him feel.
"Come here," Puck mutters, pulling on Kurt's hand and bringing him closer.
Once again, Kurt finds himself on top of Puck, but this time they are face to face. Kurt wishes his tub was bigger, since he doesn't have much room to stretch his legs, but right now he doesn't mind much.
Puck kisses him slowly but firmly, holding Kurt's face tightly to prevent him from sinking under the water. Kurt kisses him back eagerly, trying to make a point. When they break apart, Puck is grinning at him.
"So as I was saying, you can see that Blaine guy all you want," Puck tells him casually, with a smug smirk on his face. "You don't need my permission or anything, and I don't really mind anyways."
Kurt laughs, unbelieving. But he's happy because for the first time that night, and Puck doesn't sound upset. He's back to his old cocky self, and Kurt couldn't be gladder. He also made Puck understand how strong his feelings are.
"Oh, I know you don't mind," Kurt humors him. "Why would you?"
Puck shrugs, in an overconfident fashion. "No reason. But he will try to grope you, and as soon as he does, you tell me, so I can beat him up."
Kurt rolls his eyes. "He won't do such a thing. Why would he?"
"'Cos this ass," Puck says, grabbing Kurt's ass, "is irresistible, especially when you wear tight jeans, so I'll let him know whose ass this is."
"You won't need to do such a thing," Kurt assures him, pecking Puck on the lips.
"You smell like chocolate," Puck points out, sniffing Kurt. "And coconuts."
"It's the bath foam; it has a fragrance."
Puck's face falls, and he sniffs his shoulder, grimacing. "I smell like that too!"
"Well obviously, since we're sharing the same bath."
"Thank God for morning showers. I can't go to school smelling like this."
Kurt scowls. "It's not like it smells bad."
"But it's not my thing. On you it smells delicious, and I totally want to lick you all over, but me? It's not badass to smell like chocolate and coconuts."
Kurt shakes his head in disbelief, but he doesn't want to keep talking; he wants to step out of the tub, since the water is growing cold.
"Let's go to bed. I'm a bit tired, and you walked a long way here," Kurt says, quickly making plans inside his head. "We have to stay quiet since my parents are still up, but we could take a little nap together. I can lock the door just in case, but everyone will think I'm sleeping, so we won't be bothered."
Puck grins. "That sounds good."
They both step out of the bathtub. Kurt gets his robe for himself and hands a towel to Puck. It doesn't surprise him that Puck is not dressing himself again, and Kurt resolves that there's no point in putting on his pajamas; a short nap, naked by the side of his equally naked boyfriend sounds very appealing. And it's also handy, considering that within a couple of hours, they'll be waking up to have sex anyways.
"You know, I've been thinking," Puck speaks up, running his hand over Kurt's ass as Kurt bends over to pull the drain plug of the tub. "You said your father's started listening at the door."
Kurt looks up. "Only when I'm with you. What about it?"
"You're all kinds of loud while we fuck, what if-"
"He doesn't know you're here with me," Kurt cuts him off, trying to save to himself the embarrassment. "So he has no reason to eavesdrop. Also, my walls are sound proof and, yes, maybe you can hear stuff from here if you're in the kitchen, but my father sleeps two stories up."
Puck presses his lips together. "But better safe than sorry, right?"
Kurt quirks an eyebrow. "Are you implying you don't want to have sex with me anymore while you're here?"
Puck opens his eyes wide, scandalized. "Are you out of your mind? Nothing will stop me from banging you," he states, and Kurt grimaces at his boyfriend's lack of tact. "But I'm putting a sock in your mouth next time, just in case."
Kurt glares at Puck, saying nothing. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he says, unimpressed. "I'm going to lock the door, alright?"
Puck kisses him. "Cool. I'll go out once it's safe."
"Nap first," Kurt reminds him, just in case that Puck has other plans. They can't afford to make any noise, and Kurt is sure that he's not the only noisy one while having sex.
"I'm beat, babe. So nap it is," Puck assures him. "But only 'til midnight."
"Sounds good."