Chapter 25:

When Mrs Puckerman opened the door of her house to let Kurt in, he immediately noticed there was something wrong. When she had opened the door, before she caught a global sight of Kurt, she had a warm smile on her face, the kind of smile you give to someone who counted for you but you haven't seen in a while. But then she had seen Kurt and the smile had faded, not quite entirely but enough to let Kurt know the way she thought.

He had had quite a hard time to determine how he should dress for the dinner. He knew it would be Puck and his mother and that was what made the dilemma. He didn't want to wear too tight jeans or Puck would imagine Kurt was trying to get checked out, but they were his most elegant pants and he wanted to look elegant in front of Mrs Puckerman. So he opted for the white tight jeans and to hell with Puck. If he had some problem with the way Kurt was dressed he would have to blame himself for inviting him over. Kurt had made it clear that he didn't want to hang around him after admitting his feelings for him, it was Puck who had insisted.

As he was ready to leave his phone rang, it was Julian, again. The boy had spent his day calling Kurt and begging for him to take him back, it was rather pathetic and Kurt pitied the boy, but he would not take him back. It would be unfair to Julian to keep on dating him when he liked another boy, even though Puck didn't like him back, it wasn't fair. But Kurt didn't want Puck to know that he had broken up though, Puck would assume it was for him and nothing good would come out of it.

"Hi Mrs Puckerman, I'm Kurt Hummel." Kurt told her politely. She smiled slightly to show some politeness and let him in. When Kurt entered the house he felt chills throughout his body, either it was only 50° or Mrs Puckerman's mood was rubbing on the house. He stood awkwardly in the hall, not knowing what to do. He knew he had clearly told Puck he didn't want him to be here that night, but right now he'd rather be alone with Puck tickling him to death.

"Mom, I can't find my blue T shirt, d'you know where it is ? I want to find it before Kurt gets here." Puck shouted from upstairs. The woman shot an ice cold glare to Kurt before looking in the direction of the stairs.

"You put any T shirt you find on and come here to say hi to your friend." She said loudly. Kurt heard a loud bang and Puck muttering insults to himself. He tried to share his amusement with Puck's mom but she only shot an exasperated look to the stairs.

"Come up here Kurt." Puck invited him, going down a few steps to check if Kurt was really here. He was bare chested, wearing rather tight jeans, which was surprising for him. Kurt got to see his well defined abs and had to fight a urge to drool over them. What's more, Puck was smiling, a true smile, not a fake one like his mom had been giving Kurt. Suddenly the temperature went up and Kurt felt like boiling.

"No, Kurt is going to help me set the table while you move on getting dressed." Mrs Puckerman decided.

"Uh, you sure ?" Puck asked, looking suddenly uncomfortable, that's when Kurt realized that Puck knew the way his mother used to think but he had invited him anyway. For a second, he considered leaving right away, but his good manners made it impossible. He shot a glare at Puck and followed the woman in the kitchen. One minute later, Puck was in the kitchen with them, helping Kurt with the plates. The smaller boy tried to remain polite and look comfortable but felt worst than ever. He had known since the very beginning that a dinner with the Puckermans was a bad idea, but at this point he didn't know. They sat a the table and Kurt spent the entire dinner avoiding Puck's gaze and talking to him only when necessary.

When they were done with the dessert, Puck took both of their plates and put them in the sink.

"We're gonna rehearse now, mom." He told his mom, pushing Kurt in the back. The woman looked uncomfortable with the idea and Kurt felt even worse.

"Are you sure you don't want to rehearse here ?"She asked, failing at sounding casual.

"We need my guitar and everything, we're rehearsing in my room." Puck said, pushing Kurt towards the stairs.

"So now, can we talk ?" Puck asked when the boys were finally in his room. Kurt had managed not to talk to Puck directly since he had gotten here and it pissed Puck off.

"We're supposed to rehearse, remember ?" Kurt asked.

"Julian called me yesterday night." Puck said, this way he knew he would get Kurt's attention.

"I'm glad." Kurt retorted coldly still standing by the door like the first time he had been here.

"Why do you act like that ? I think that's a good thing I even told him that."

"I just wanted to stop lying to him, it had nothing to do with you." Kurt retorted looking at Puck.

"Maybe but that was a good thing." Puck said. "Why don't you sit down ?"

"Why hadn't you told me that your mother was homophobic ?" Kurt asked not moving in the slightest.

"She didn't say a thing, why d'you say that ?" Puck asked, he was convinced the dinner had been going well.

"I can tell when I'm talking to someone who's judging me, and anyway, the way she didn't feel like letting us going in your room was obvious. You shouldn't have invited me here, you knew she was able to hurt me."

"I told you we've had a fight the other day, that was about that, she thought I was gay and stuff but I made her promise that she wouldn't tell you anything about that." Puck explained.

"People really need to stop thinking you're gay." Kurt stated bitterly. "Let's work on the song." He added looking away. Puck really hated this situation.

"I don't like it." He said before thinking.

"The song ?" Kurt asked frowning. "You were the one choosing it."

"I'm not talking about the song, I'm talking about this damn situation." He said. Kurt looked at the floor embarrassed.

"Alright, I can go if you want." He offered, grabbing his jacket. Puck suddenly realized how what he had just said sounded like.

"I don't want you to go, that's not what I meant." Puck said quickly.

"Then what did you mean ? I know I didn't make things easy by telling you about my feelings, it's okay if you don't want to see me because you feel awkward." Kurt said still looking at the floor.

"I'm not feeling awkward at all. I'm feeling less awkward now than yesterday when Finn was here." He admitted. "It's just that we're both here, not really knowing what to do, how to behave and it's pissing me off, we should be as comfortable as before." He explained.

"I'm sorry but hanging comfortably around my straight friend whom I have a crush on is not something I do easily." Kurt replied. "Why did you want me to break up with Julian ?" He asked all of a sudden.

"I already told you why." Puck answered, looking at the floor.

"Look, I know I can appear like a maniac but I've had this stupid crush on you for two weeks and I imagined more stupid hints than in all the years I spent crushing on Finn." Kurt burst out.

"What do you mean hints ?" Puck asked.

"I mean all those times when you act like you have feelings for me. I know most of the time I'm the one imagining them and they don't even exist but it's disturbing."

"Like when ?" Puck asked again, not getting Kurt's point.

"Like when you were applying this stupid cream on my back, I was sure you were just looking for an excuse to do it a bit longer." Puck tried not to show how trapped he felt. Kurt had noticed, that was fucked up. "And ever since I started dating Julian, it's like you were jealous of him, trying to convince me to break up with him. I know you will think I'm crazy, that I just imagined all of that but it's really getting to me." Kurt was red as hell when he ended his explanation, Puck smiled at his lost expression. "And with what I just told you you might think that I'm a crazy stalker." He added.

"I don't. Let's work on the song." He stated, not wanting to justify his behavior to the boy, because he had absolutely no explanation for what he had just said. All of this true, Kurt hadn't imagined any of that.

"Right." Kurt said still embarrassed.

"Stop standing like that by the door, come and sit down, I'm gonna tune my guitar." Puck said standing up. As soon as he was not on the bed anymore, Kurt moved to sit on the bed, like he didn't want to sit beside Puck. Yet, the Mohawked boy didn't comment and worked silently on tuning his guitar. "So, you do the first verse ?" He asked to ease the atmosphere.

"Uh, yeah, okay." Kurt answered.

"Great, so let's start." Puck told him. He played the introduction and Kurt started singing. Like every time he was singing, he let himself go like never. He had been so tense since when they had left the table to go to his room. Now he was dancing and singing freely like nothing had happened. Puck watched him as he played the music and a slight smile appeared on his face without him noticing. His intern debate about whether he was gay or not shut down at this moment, he didn't need to think about it, just staring at Kurt and how hot he looked at that moment. He knew that he wasn't gay but he had a gift to tell who was hot or not, and at that moment Kurt definitely was.

"It's your turn." Kurt said suddenly.

"Oh." Puck said, stopping his trail of thoughts. He hoped Kurt hadn't noticed the way Puck had been staring at him. He sang his verse, trying to be into the song instead of into Kurt. He sat on the bed beside Kurt while singing and focused on the song looking at the floor. When he was done a tensed silence settled in the room, none of them lifting his eyes to face the other.

"We're ready. I should go." Kurt said finally, standing up. Since Puck had just come up to the realization that Kurt was hot, watching him standing up in his tight white jeans that didn't hide anything of the shape of his long legs and perfect ass, he realized he didn't want him to go.

"Wait, Kurt." He said, dropping his guitar and standing up.

"What ?" Kurt asked turning around to face him.

"It's getting late you should maybe, I don't know, sleep over." Puck offered feeling stupid.

"It's half past ten, Puck." Kurt retorted, taking hold of the door knob.

"Look, I don't want you to leave." Puck said honestly looking at a spot somewhere behind Kurt's head.

"Why ?" Kurt asked.

"The situation between us, it's awkward. I thought that maybe... I heard somewhere that gay sex was really hot, so if you want..." Puck said, the most clumsily he could. He didn't see the slap coming but felt it hard.

"I am not a whore Puckerman, and neither are you." Kurt shouted opening the door. Puck panicked, he had screwed up again, and royally this time. If he didn't do anything to catch him now, Kurt would not talk to him forever.

"Wait, don't leave." He said grabbing the boy's arm. Kurt turned and glared at him, trying to set his arm free. Puck didn't know what to say so he did something he did pretty well, he pushed Kurt against the wall, holding his arm against the wall with one hand and his waist with the other, and kissed him the best way he could. Kurt wasted no time, he passed his arms around Puck's neck and kissed him back. Puck could feel Kurt smile in the kiss and he smiled back, this kiss was wonderful. That was what he had been waiting for for the last few days or weeks, he knew it now. He hesitated to slip his tongue into Kurt's mouth, he didn't to make him freak out. Kurt was holding the collar of his T shirt tightly and Puck loved the passion he was putting in the kiss. He loved it far too much, he was not supposed to enjoy kissing him. Okay he found him hot and maybe he wanted to do things with him but that was all.

"Fuck." He said breaking the kiss and taking a step back from the boy. "I'm sorry Kurt." He said sitting on the bed again.

"What was that ?" Kurt asked looking at Puck in the eyes reproachfully.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"How dare you ?" Kurt shouted at him. "You're supposed to be my friend and you know how I feel about you. Despite all that you dare play with me like that ?"

"I'm not playing with you, I swear." Puck said apologetically.

"So how do you call what you just did ?" Kurt asked. "In fact you're not any better than Finn. At least he had the decency to tell me that I disgusted him." He ended, then he grabbed his bag and left for good. Puck remained sitting on his bed realizing how bad what he had just done looked like. He was not disgusted by Kurt, it was the contrary, he was turned on by the boy and that's what had scared him. He didn't even know why he was scared that much about it, Santana was right, he accepted homosexuality for others but when it came to him he could not stand it. Kurt liked him, he wanted him and Puck really loved being with him and had enjoyed their kiss, so what was the problem ?

"Is everything okay ?" His mother asked from the door.

"Yeah." Puck replied moodily.

"He's a really nice boy." She said entering the room even though Puck hadn't invited her in.

"He noticed what you think of him."

"I don't think anything of him, Noah." She defended.

"Yes you do. He told me you had spent the dinner judging him and he was right, the way you reacted when we were going in my room showed it." Puck retorted.

"It wasn't like that, I wasn't scared or anything, he didn't even look at you or spoke to you during the dinner." She said. "But he looked quite upset when he left, did anything happen ?"

"It doesn't matter." He replied. "I don't want to talk to you about it."

"Is it about the song ?" His mom asked.

"It's not about the song, the song is perfect." He replied.

"Noah, I'd like us to talk a bit more, I feel like you're closing yourself to me."

"Maybe I'm closing myself to you because you told me that I was a freak just because you assumed I was gay." Puck accused. "But if you wanna talk, fine ! Kurt had a crush on me but he was dating Julian because he knew I was straight. Then I made them break up because I didn't like them together and tonight I just kissed him and backed away because I freaked out. That's why he was upset. D'you feel better now you know about it ?" Puck burst out. His mom remained standing by the door, her mouth half opened.

"I... you told me that you weren't gay, why did you kiss him then ?" She asked.

"Maybe I am. I don't know, I really like him and stuff."

"I don't want to know any detail, Noah."

"So why d'you fuckin' ask ?" He retorted, standing up and leaving the house, slamming every door that was on his way. He sat on the porch, smoking a cigaret, hating himself for hurting Kurt once more, it was like it was the only thing he was good at.

A/N: Hi guys ! This is the longest chapter I ever wrote, I really hope you liked it, things are moving on and Puck appears like he's finally waking up, isn't it wonderful ?

I'm updating earlier than usually because I have so many things to do today, I want to make sure you get at least one chapter.

I'd like to thank you all for your reviews, I usually see them in the morning when I wake up and they make my day ! Go on please !

Love you all !

Ant.

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