Things I'll Never Say

Puck was majorly concerned. Like, really so. Not even two weeks ago, Blaine had called him to give his boyfriend, AKA Puck's best friend AKA Kurt, a sexy makeover type experience in order to make sure they could properly sing and perform a sexy duet at Regionals. It was totally unneeded in Puck's opinion, but he did it anyway. But now the Warblers were performing their Regionals setlist and the promised duet between the two of them was not sexual in the least. And on top of that, it sounded an awful lot like a break up song.

And, okay, maybe Puck was a bit teary eyed from hearing his boy singing lead in front of a packed auditorium, but he was pretty freaked. He hadn't talked much to Kurt over the last few weeks, nothing past knowing his dad gave him the sex talk and his bird had bit the dust. Kurt was busy with Regionals and Puck tried to accept that. But was that really it? Or was Kurt dealing with a bad break up and not telling him? (And, god, he was awful for kind of hoping maybe that was true.)

So as soon as Warbler boy stopped torturing him with a version of "Raise Your Glass", New Directions headed back stage and Puck managed to pull Kurt aside.

"Kurt, is everything okay?" Puck asked quietly. "I mean, you were great out there, don't get me wrong, but that song…"

Kurt didn't get the hint. "I know it went a bit higher than I probably should've gone. It was right in my break, like, if it was a bit higher I think I would've rocked it more. Hopefully it won't cost us—"

"No, Kurt, you sounded fine, I wasn't talking about that," Puck insisted. "I meant…did you break up with Blaine or something? 'Cause that song…what happened to the sexified duet you two were talking about?"

"Oh…yeah," Kurt said. He sighed and explained, "I sang a song in honor of Parvarotti. 'Blackbird'. And…I don't know, I guess Blaine was moved by how I sang as were the rest of the Warblers, so the duet was changed to something more emotional."

Puck raised an eyebrow. Okay, he knew, as did mot everyone in ND, that Kurt could sing the hell out of a Beatles song (Puck would never forget the complete punch to the gut feeling he got from 'I Want to Hold Your Hand', and he knew the feeling wasn't just because he wasn't on speaking terms with Kurt at the time and all that guilt), that wasn't a question. The question was, as he told Kurt, "Why the hell did I come over, have to deal with your boy toy insulting your sexual prowess, and then get chewed out by you, only to have you do a song you guys probably should've done in the first place?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Blaine just changed his mind, okay?" He pursed his lips for a moment before saying, "I'll see you onstage where we'll be accepting the first place trophy."

Puck rolled his eyes back, "If by 'we' you mean New Directions, yeah, I'll see you. Don't forget our bet, babe, it's coming to bite you in the ass."

Kurt cracked a smile and wished his best friend luck with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then he continued to where his boyfriend had gone, unaware that Blaine had watched the whole thing from the other end of the hall, anxiety building in his stomach.

—

Blaine had no idea how they had gotten in this situation.

Okay, he actually totally knew how it happened. His boyfriend of several months, Kurt, bet his best friend of freaking forever, Puck, that when the Warblers won Regionals (Puck had scoffed at the idea) that Puck and Lauren would take them out on a double date and pay. In return, if New Directions won (Puck quickly changed the wording to "when"), Blaine and Kurt would pay for a double date between the four of them.

Sadly, despite a great duet between himself and Kurt and a solo he thought he did pretty well on, they lost to New Directions and their original songs. How that was even allowed in competitions, he wasn't sure, but they won. That meant, after burying Kurt's dead warbler, Pavarotti (and, okay, Kurt singing "Blackbird" after its passing was really amazing, but Blaine was concerned why that made him want to make out with Kurt even more, but he was pretty sure it was just Kurt's artistry on an amazing solo), Puck holding Kurt's hand the whole time (and glaring at him for bringing up Kurt's mom's funeral which, okay, was kind of a bad move on his part), they were now at Breadstix with Lauren Zizes pressed against Blaine's side.

Yeah, that's right; Blaine wasn't even sitting next to Kurt. Apparently Kurt thought it was more romantic to sit across the table from their date instead of in the same booth. So while Blaine and Kurt's feet would press against each other every now and then for a lame game of footsie, Blaine could see Puck's hand holding onto Kurt's as the two started jabbering on about some story from their past.

Even as he and Lauren watched without amusement, Blaine internally kicked himself. He knew at the end of the day that Kurt was coming back to their shared dorm building and they would definitely get to making out and Blaine could mark Kurt as his on his deliciously pale chest and Kurt would bite against his neck. Puck didn't get Kurt like that and that proved whom Kurt was really with.

But when the waitress at first split the bill with Puck and Kurt on one check and Lauren and him on separate ones, Blaine's doubts came flying back a mile a minute.

—

Kurt gave Santana another thank you—and that was weird to say to her, that was for sure, but she had really helped them with Karofsky coming out of nowhere—but blushed as her eyes seemed to linger on his neck. When her back was turned, he pulled up on his collar and whispered to Blaine, "You can't see any of those marks on me, can you?"

Blaine assured him, "Kurt, you can't see anything. I kept most everything way under the neck…not that I can say the same for you."

Kurt's blush increased and he attempted to defend himself, "You were going all for it and I just couldn't stop myself from biting, you know I can't help it. My weird little baby teeth go out of control every time you get me going."

"Well," Blaine said, ignoring Kurt's insult to his teeth, "I can't wait to get them going again later tonight when we get back from here…" He trailed off and started to press a kiss to Kurt's neck, but Kurt backed away before he could even try, leading to Blaine almost tripping over himself.

"Not here," Kurt whispered, straightening up his shirt (as if Blaine had even messed it up somehow when they weren't even touching!) and looking around. "I don't like public displays of affection, anyone could see, and not just Karofsky." (Blaine bit back a snort of disbelief and a list of all the things Puck and Kurt did together when they were in public, even as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes). Kurt cleared his throat and in a matter of fact manner, "Plus you know we're having a late, after-show dinner at IHOP before we leave. IHOP is open 24/7, Blaine, I have no idea when we'll be done; I might just end up staying the night at my house with Puck instead. I told you that."

"Oh…right," Blaine said, wishing his voice didn't sound so disappointed. He had planned on most likely staying at his own home anyways, but being reminded that Kurt was spending the night with Puck yet again was not making him a happy camper.

"You'd know I'd invite you, too, if my dad didn't freak out about me having you over," Kurt said. His lips formed an impish, playful smirk as he leaned in and whispered, "For good reason, too."

"And you still haven't told anyone about that, have you?" Blaine asked, without meaning to say it at all. He sighed as his boyfriend's face immediately fell into a mix of insecurity, sadness, and a hint of anger.

"No, I haven't told anyone," Kurt said, "Noah doesn't even know. Is it embarrassing for you or something? To be with me like that a handful of times?" Kurt moved his hand against his bangs, as if to push back out of place hair in his face, though they were all firmly in place at the top of his head. And while Blaine didn't know everything about Kurt, he was getting better and he knew that gesture was something he did when he was insecure about something, not just his hair.

Blaine sighed and moved in closer to reassure him, putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders, "Of course not, Kurt. I just want it to be special between the two of us, you know? I know he's your best friend, but it's kind of hot having a secret, right?" Blaine felt absolutely awful for not telling Kurt the truth, but he just knew Kurt wouldn't take it well. Kurt almost went off on Trent for making some crack about how his cousin wasn't amounting to anything because he went to Juvie; anything that was even slightly Puck related was a sensitive issue to Kurt and Blaine just didn't want to upset him.

His boyfriend watched him carefully, his blue-green eyes calculating, before he finally nodded. His lips slowly twitched up in a smile and he agreed quietly, a blush on his cheeks, "It is kind of hot, yeah. I won't tell him anything about what we do." He offered his hand to Blaine and said, "Let's go get to the theater; I'm sure this is going to be amazing."

Even though Kurt acted like all was forgiven, it was far from over in his eyes. Still, he watched the show his classmates put on, glaring as the kids in the audience loudly made fun of his friends. Maybe he was stupid for missing McKinley if people like Jacob Ben Isreal and Sandy Ryerson were coming to shows now just to mock them. Maybe he was stupid for being upset with Blaine not wanting him to talk to Puck about what they did alone in the bedroom. Maybe he just needed to calm down; Blaine was the perfect boyfriend to him, why couldn't he just let him have this one thing? He relaxed back into his seat, feeling bad about his minor freak out.

Sometime after the complaints in the audience stopped, Blaine put his arm around Kurt's shoulders, causing Kurt to have to slouch a bit due to their height difference. Kurt hated slouching, but said nothing; he didn't need to whine yet again to his boyfriend over something that was so small and inconsequential. Instead, he focused on his favorite substitute teacher, Holly Holiday, as she graced the stage with her lovely presence. As she sang one of Kurt's favorite Adele songs, "Turning Tables", the words, "Under your thumb I can't breathe," stuck out in Kurt's mind, echoing in his head even as the song went on to even more beautiful lyrics. Kurt finally removed Blaine's arm from around his shoulder, the weight of his arm making him feeling claustrophobic.

Funnily enough (well, not funny to Blaine), when the rest of Glee club came out to support Mercedes, Puck wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders and Kurt easily rested against his chest. Somehow Kurt just never felt claustrophobic with Puck's arm around him.

—

"I know I've said this a zillion times, but you were just so amazing, girl!" Kurt cried out before giving Mercedes a huge hug. This was the fifth time by Puck's count that Kurt had hugged Mercedes since the show had ended (three times at McKinley, one time in the parking lot of IHOP, and now as they waited for the IHOP servers to put together tables so all of them could sit together. It was weird to be in IHOP, AKA the International House of Pancakes, instead of the usual Breadstix, but Puck was all for some waffles and eggs instead of disgusting, stale breadsticks. Plus this place was open all night so there was no rush to get out like there would be at Breadstix.

So that was weird, but not as weird as the little looks he kept catching Blaine kept sending his way. At first he thought he was imagining them, that the looks he was sending him from the backseat of Kurt's car as Kurt drove them and he sat in the passenger (hey, he called shotgun, it wasn't his fault Blaine was too slow) were just over song choice. He wanted to say he would've chosen something much cooler than the Ke$ha shit Kurt was into these days. Instead, he said nothing since singing in the car with Kurt required concentration since there were assigned parts and harmonies and everything and he was about to miss his part. Plus Blaine had to realize that Kurt said the driver got to choose the music when he was driving, but when he was being driven, he still chose the music. It was the one thing that truly annoyed Puck about Kurt, but every now and then Kurt would let him choose a song or at least play something that appealed to both of them.

Then they got in the restaurant and Puck casually took a hold of Kurt's hand, and Blaine shot him another weird look before turning back to Mercedes like nothing was wrong. He got yet another look when he poked Kurt's stomach and made his best friend laugh loudly and the look got even weirder when Kurt repeated the action on Puck. Puck just played off his loud laugh as a cough, hoping no one would notice, except obviously the dude giving him a weird look the whole time.

Thankfully, Puck was distracted from the strange looks (was the dude angry with him? Puck was actually trying really hard not to be a dick to him, what was he doing wrong? Was Kurt going to get pissy with him over some slight he apparently pulled on him?) when they all finally got to sit at the elongated table. Puck sat on one side of Kurt as Mercedes sat on the other—Kurt told Blaine he hadn't seen her in forever and this way he could look across the table to talk to him and wasn't that so much more romantic? (Yeah, Mercedes shared a small look with Rachel on her other side as Kurt said that even as Puck draped his arm over Kurt and opened up a menu). Blaine shot another look at Puck, but it went unnoticed as Kurt and Puck looked through the menu.

"I just want waffles of any kind," Puck declared, scanning the options of waffles. "Maybe I can get them to add cheese to my eggs, too, or get an omelet with it or something."

"Do you really need two meals, Puck?" Kurt asked, sounding like an exasperated wife, "Come on, get fruit or a salad if you're that hungry. You don't need cheese."

"Kurt, I'm a growing boy, remember? I can't help it," Puck said, "And I know now that you've finally hit your growth spurts you know exactly what I mean."

Kurt bit his lip and finally sighed, "Fine. How about you get waffles and I get pancakes and we split an omelet. Cheese and green peppers, no ham or bacon so you can be a good Jew tonight—and we're splitting a side of fresh fruit."

As Puck agreed to the option of sharing food, Blaine looked up from the menu he was sharing with Santana, "Where did Lauren go, Puck?"

Puck looked up in confusion, like he had forgotten Blaine was there (which, if he had, Blaine honestly couldn't blame him), and said, "She has an early curfew or else she'd probably be here convincing me to eat some bacon with her." Kurt made a face at that (and if anyone asked, it was only because he didn't want his best friend stuffing basically pure cholesterol into his mouth). Blaine didn't notice Kurt's reaction, so he just nodded and went back to reading the menu.

Soon their food was ordered and the chatter at the table returned to normal. Kurt talked excitedly to Mercedes and Rachel about an upcoming sleepover they needed to have; Puck, still holding onto Kurt, talked to Mike about Mike's new Assassin's Creed game; Tina talked animatedly to Quinn across the table about what they were wearing to the upcoming junior prom, since Tina was going as Mike's date; Artie and Finn talked about the upcoming Star Trek film, since Finn was a huge Trekkie underneath his cool, football hero exterior; and Brittany kept trying to find out who Blaine was and why he wasn't an actual bird. Santana watched with a smirk as Blaine calmly explained how the Warblers were not just a bird type (Britt knew animals, after all) but the name of the a capella group he was in with Kurt (his boyfriend, which just confused Brittany more, since, while she didn't say it, she was pretty sure Puck and Kurt had finally gotten together). While Santana normally preferred to be the center of attention, she liked watching this new guy sweat it out since the guy was too blind to the fact that he was always going to come second to Puck when it came to Kurt. And she meant that literally; if Kurt had to get both of them off, he'd whack off Puck before he even thought about getting his own boyfriend to come. Plus Puck would probably just come from the sight of Kurt finally getting on his knees for him, that's how pressed the guy was.

She laughed to herself at that thought (ignoring the part of her head telling her just how well she understood being pressed) and took a sip from the mug in front of her. As she looked back over at Blaine, mug still in hand, her eyes widened. No way, no fucking way. She put down her coffee and leaned in closer. The guy was turned more towards Brittany so the side of his neck was exposed and it stood out clear as day.

There was a fucking bite mark on his neck.

"Jesus Christ, who knew Hummel had it in him?" she wondered out loud as she leaned in closer.

"Huh?" Blaine asked, turning his head to face her as Kurt and his gaggle of ladies turned to her as well.

"What about me?" he asked.

"I mean, damn, if there's one thing I know, it's marks," Santana said, "And this is a bite mark, you kinky bastard!" The whole table was now very aware of what was happening.

Blaine tried to cover it, but it was too late; Santana pulled down the collar more to expose the red mark, and the whole table was now paying rapt attention, like it was a car accident they couldn't turn away from. Even if Santana didn't have the proof, the bright red blush on Kurt's face was more than enough to show she was right.

"See, I swore I saw a hickey on your neck earlier, Liberace, but I thought I was just seeing things," Santana said as she let go of Blaine's collar and looked at Kurt, "I mean, I figured you were too prissy to do anything in the first place, and if you did, you'd totally just put on some pale ass concealer and foundation to cover up the proof, but apparently you're just lazy—or you expected your clothes to cover it up. Too bad for you, I see everything with my Mexican third eye. I bet you're covered underneath the musty layers of clothes on you." Yet again, it was only proved more by Kurt's deepening blush as he remained too embarrassed to say anything.

"Jeez, Santana, that's my little brother; can you not talk about him like that?" Finn asked, his face screwed up in displeasure.

Santana smirked at Finn and nodded, but when she looked back to the boys, both of them bright red, she leaned forward and stage whispered, "So, who's the bottom and who's the top?" The whole table definitely heard it, making Finn screw up his face and groan.

Before Kurt could squawk out a response about how that was totally not what it was like at all, the waitress came by with their food and Santana dropped the conversation. Puck, meanwhile, slowly removed his arm and remained silent for the rest of the dinner, barely even touching the omelet he was sharing with Kurt.

—

Later that night, after a drive of Kurt and Puck singing along to Avril Lavigne, Blaine was walked to his front door by Kurt as Puck stayed in the car. "I'm sorry Santana embarrassed you," Kurt offered.

"Well, she embarrassed the both of us, so I guess keeping our making out a secret backfired. Now I think they all think we've had full blown sex."

Kurt sighed, "What even is considered sex? I mean, we've both…been pleasured by these experiences with each other. Does that count?" He shook his head and waved his hands to dismiss that thought, "No I'm not getting into that…I already have to go play damage control tonight."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Damage control? Are you going to tell Finn he doesn't have to give me 'the Talk' or something? Because I'm not sure I could handle getting the protective Big Brother talk from him, not with how he looked at me tonight." Finn had shot him a few looks, mixtures of anger and something else he couldn't identify, but it was definitely similar to the looks Mercedes, Tina, and Artie also sent him. It was like he was trespassing onto private property or something.

Kurt looked at him like he was crazy. "I mean with Noah. I figure I can keep him placated until we arrive at my place, then I'll sit him down and talk this out. It'll be an awkward car ride if it's anything like the one over here—"

"What are you talking about? You two just spent the whole ride here singing along to music—"

"Yeah, but it was Avril Lavigne," Kurt said, like that made it all make sense. At Blaine's continued confusion, Kurt sighed and spelled it out, "I always choose the music in my car and, don't get me wrong, I like some of her songs, but I didn't choose her this time. Puck took my iPod and put on her playlist, first of all, which shows that he's mad enough to break the rule over me choosing music. Second, he sang Avril in front of you and didn't deny knowing or liking her music. That's a big deal for him; he only turns to her when he's angry and/or when he wants to annoy me and I'm pretty sure him thinking we had sex without me telling him is why he chose to play her songs—and don't tell people he likes Avril Lavigne, he gets stupidly macho about that."

Blaine just blinked. Okay, that was some deep, psychobabble that seemed way too specific for anyone to know about anyone ever. "…Okaaaay…" Blaine said slowly, still not sure how it was even possible to know that much about one person. After a moment he looked down at his feet and sighed, "Just tell him everything."

Kurt gave him a small smile, "Really?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt and, seeing his smiling face, didn't know if he was more upset that he kept Kurt away from doing something that obviously made him so happy or more upset that the idea of telling Puck made Kurt so happy. He tried to focus on how Kurt just looked so adorable when he smiled like that. "Really," Blaine confirmed, "The cat's out of the bag now—well, more like it's been dumped out of the bag off of the Empire State Building—so feel free to tell him everything again. It can be a secret between the three of us…" Even as he said it out loud, it all felt so wrong.

Still, Kurt beamed and thanked him. "Well, I better go. I'll see you Sunday night." He leaned in and gave Blaine a quick kiss on the cheek but Blaine, knowing all too well that Puck was watching, grabbed Kurt—his boyfriend, not just Puck's best friend, damn it—by the hand and pulled him in for a long kiss.

Kurt pulled away and wiped his lips. "What if your parents saw that? They already hate me as is," he said with a slight sigh. Even still, he gave Blaine a parting smile and a wave as he traveled down the path from the front door back to his car.

Blaine watched him leave and stayed out in the cold night air until Kurt's car drove out of sight. He wasn't sure how much longer he could play the patient boyfriend with Puck around.

—

Puck watched as Kurt and Blaine had some intense conversation in front of Blaine's front door. Kurt had left the keys in the ignition, so Avril was still playing on shuffle, but he turned the volume down low as he turned away from the window.

Every time he had any sexual encounter, Kurt was the first person he told. His first makeout? He called Kurt from the girl's house phone. First hand job? He sent Kurt an excited text. First time ever? He practically ran to Kurt's house to tell him right after it happened. Kurt knew who he slept with, how many times he slept with them, and a bit of the things Puck liked in bed because, well, some of the stories got a bit kinky when MILFs were involved. Okay, maybe Kurt didn't know about the whole strap on thing with Santana that had happened once or twice since the original time, but, aside from that, Puck told Kurt everything.

He expected that Kurt would at least return the favor. While he wasn't overly fond of Blaine, Puck had prepared himself to hear about all the gushy, squishy details. Kurt had, at first, gushed on about how much he loved Blaine's hairy chest and how he had to keep Blaine's hands from roaming under his shirt because he wasn't comfortable with his body—hell, Puck had only seen Kurt without a shirt when they were four and took a bath together and when they went swimming. Now his chest was probably covered in marks. As the conversations about make outs started to disappear, Puck just assumed they were holding back for competition or something, not that, by the way, they weren't just making out anymore.

It just…it wasn't fair. They had promised not to keep secrets and to be open and honest about everything. Kurt knew everything about him, every last fear and issue, but for the first time in years, Kurt was keeping a secret from him. And, not to be all girly or anything, but it hurt.

He looked back over at Kurt since the whole exchange between him and his boyfriend (ugh) was taking a bit too long. Unfortunately, he looked up just in time to see Blaine pull Kurt in for a long kiss. Puck turned back away, disgusted, completely missing Kurt's reaction as he turned the volume back up on the radio. Kurt got back into the car and the two started the drive back to Kurt's place with Avril cutting through the air (okay, Puck mainly picked it because she still kind of annoyed Kurt, if he was being honest, so, yeah, he was being really petty).

Eventually, as they finally hit the Lima exit on the highway (Blaine lived closer than Westerville but still outside of the Lima limits), Kurt's iPod shuffled onto Avril's song "Things I'll Never Say". Puck didn't get the song when he was little, but he definitely got it now. "Gotta love when a song is full of sexual innuendoes," Puck said during the first verse.

Kurt gave him a confused look, "I didn't think the sex lyrics started until the song about losing her virginity."

Puck raised an eyebrow and said, "Just wait." As the song approached the chorus, he smirked as Avril sang, "If I say what I wanna say, I'd say I wanna blow you…away. Be with you every night, am I squeezing you too tight. If I could see what I wanna see, I'd wanna see you go down…on one knee." Puck turned to Kurt and was satisfied to see him blushing with his mouth open in realization.

"Oh," Kurt said quietly. "I…didn't realize she...wow."

"What are you getting so blushy about?" Puck said, trying to play it cool to not show how he really felt, "Apparently you and Blaine have already done that."

It was a very good thing Kurt had been driving since he was thirteen and was the son of the one and only Burt Hummel. After years of training in driving and lectures about driving safety, Kurt managed not to swerve at that statement. The only difference in his driving appeared in his knuckles clenching so much they turned white. "I was going to wait until we got home to explain. Is that okay with you?" Kurt asked, his eyes still remaining on the road in front of him. They were barely even five minutes away and he didn't want to get involved in an emotional conversation until he could actually look at Puck as he spoke.

"Whatever," Puck mumbled. He skipped onto the next song on the list and then crossed his arms and looked out the window. Okay, maybe he was being a bit of a brat, but he was also really, really hurt.

When they finally got to Kurt's house, everyone else seemed to be asleep. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief; he couldn't handle dealing with a worked up Finn on top of his very despondent Noah or his dad possibly saying something about keeping the door open. His dad hadn't said anything on the threat of Puck not sleeping in his bed during sleepovers, but Kurt had no intentions of asking him if that was the deal or not; he was going to ignore that the conversation ever happened so he could spend his best friend sleepovers like he always did, than you very much. So he quickly dragged Puck up to his room, door closed behind them, and, after a quick brush of his teeth and a change into his pajamas, Kurt sat down next to Noah on his bed. With a deep breath, he started out simply, "We haven't had sex, Noah."

Puck looked doubtful but said nothing. Kurt sighed and continued, "I promise we haven't, No. And if we did, you'd be the first person I'd tell no matter what."

"So why did you turn bright red? Why didn't you make a come back at Santana like normal? Why is there a bite mark on his neck?" Puck finally asked, "And why did you change in the bathroom? So I wouldn't see the marks there?"

"First of all, I never change in front of anyone if I can help it," Kurt said, knowing Puck was just being difficult for the sake of being difficult. "Second of all, you know I'm not the most comfortable discussing these…things, so of course I blushed and didn't defend myself. Third of all…" Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll explain everything."

He took another deep breath and, looking in front of him instead of at Puck, he started to explain what had happened. "Sometime after my dad gave me The Talk, I started to feel a bit more…liberated. I finally felt like trying things out. So, I experimented with some things over spring break. Finger wise." A slight blush formed on his cheeks from telling Noah everything, but Noah had told him about his first wet dream; he knew he wanted full details on everything not just him and Blaine. Since his eyes were on the wall, he didn't see Puck's reaction to that reveal, how his best friend shifted a bit in his seat and licked his suddenly dry lips. He continued on, "So when I saw Blaine next, I just decided to go for it. I…kissed him, it turned to making out and rolling around on my bed, and then his shirt was off, and so was mine and then…then I finished in my pants and then Blaine did, too." Kurt rushed out the last part quickly as if he hoped Puck wouldn't hear it.

Puck let out a small snicker at that, "You pulled a Hudson?"

"I guess it's a brother thing," Kurt said dryly, finally looking back at Puck. "And then Blaine brought up how you told him what I said about our scheduled make out sessions." Kurt raised an intimidating eyebrow and Puck ducked his head for a moment. "And he just wasn't comfortable with you knowing. And I can't blame him; I guess I wouldn't want Wes or David or anyone else to know that I did all of that. I definitely wouldn't want them to know that it's happened a few times since then. So I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I am, but I just was trying to make him happy."

It took a few moments, but Puck finally nodded and smiled slightly, "Okay, I get it. I just didn't want to think you were keeping secrets from me, you know?"

"Noah," Kurt said in a light chastisement, "I'd never keep big secrets from you. Like I said, when the full thing happens, I will let you know soon after. But for now, I think we need to stay away from all the details."

Noah nodded, "Okay. I can accept that. But if you wait more than 24 hours to tell me about losing your virginity, I'm going to hunt you and that hobbit down." He then grinned mischievously and said, "But, seriously, a bite mark? You can't leave me hanging on that detail."

Kurt groaned and went over to his vanity to start his moisturizing routine, Puck turning on the bed to face him. "I don't know what comes over me, but I normally end up biting him somewhere. It's like my deformed baby teeth have a mind of their own—"

"Kurt, your teeth are fine. I don't know why you insult them," Puck said immediately. "You need to stop putting yourself down, and that includes your teeth. They're small but they aren't deformed." Kurt smiled at him in the mirror before Puck shrugged and casually added, "I'm sure you'd give great head with them, too."

"Noah!" Kurt reprimanded, his face turning a brighter red.

"I'm just saying! That's good news for you; I mean, we already know you don't have a gag reflex, too, so can you imagine how great you are at blow jobs?" Puck continued.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Kurt said, his face even redder. "I may be sexually liberated, but not up to that point! I don't want to discuss this any further." Puck put his hands up in surrender and Kurt went back to his moisturizing as his face started to cool down.

"I'll admit, though," Kurt said after a few moments of silence, "I like Blaine, I really do, but him telling me not to tell you…it kind of pissed me off for a bit."

Puck cocked an eyebrow, "Really?"

Kurt nodded as he slathered on some weird smelling thing with a cotton ball. "Like I said, I know why he asked it, but him telling me not to tell you…it was weird. I'm so used to telling you everything. And, let's be honest, our friendship is not the typical one, so maybe we overshare a bit, but it felt so wrong not to tell you the developments. I felt like I couldn't talk to you at all because what if I slipped up and told you? Would that make him angry? Would it be a disaster? Maybe I'm overreacting—no, I definitely am—but I just was a bit upset about it."

Before Puck could even respond, Kurt unbuttoned the first two buttons on his pajama top so he could add some lotion along his collarbone (what could he say, the boy was meticulous about moisturizing). Right along the line of bone, there was the unmistakable mark of a hickey on Kurt's pale skin. Puck was a freaking connoisseur of hickeys, he knew for a fact that it wasn't a rash or a pimple or anything else but a mark from Blaine fucking Anderson's mouth against Kurt's skin. A fire started in Puck's chest, and not the good kind that happened before sex, but the kind that made him want to set something else on fire; for instance, Blaine's hair gel collection.

"Noah?" Kurt asked with concern. "You okay? You're glaring at the mirror."

Puck snapped out of his daze and forced a small smile on for a moment. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to go brush my teeth real quick." Kurt didn't look convinced but Puck rushed into the bathroom before Kurt could question him. There were some things he couldn't say to Kurt.

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After the boys watched a movie (The Hangover at Puck's insistence), Kurt turned off his lamplight and the two went to the usual spooning position. Puck's arms wrapped easily around Kurt's body and Kurt let his own hands lightly lay on top of Puck's where they rested against his stomach. Over the years and the growth spurts, the position had adjusted into its current manifestation with Puck's pelvis against Kurt's butt and his nose near Kurt's hair, their bodies completely pressed together. It should've been suffocating, too hot, too much, and, yes, they normally ended up in different positions when they woke up from tossing and turning, Kurt especially, but it always relaxed Kurt to the point of sleep easily.

As he started to drift off to sleep, Kurt thought that Blaine should take tips on cuddling from Noah. After all, Noah's hold never felt claustrophobic at all. He knew that thought, however, was a thing he'd never say.

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A/N: I'm so sorry for the lack of updates! I had a very busy semester, seeing as I was the lead in our opera plus classes and lots of other music to learn...it was the semester from hell. I want to thank you for all the support over the years. The amount of subscribers, reviewers, and favorites is amazing and I cannot thank you enough. I hope, now that I've written what is quite possibly the hardest chapter for me, that the rest will go down hill from here, but we'll see. Summer classes might get in the way, but things start to escalate so hopefully I can get writing on this much faster now.

Also, to the reviews asking if Puck and Kurt are going to get together: Puckurt is endgame. As the summary says, it's "Eventual Puckurt". I have an outline of everything I want to happen and, trust me, there's going to be so much Puckurt. So. Much. Don't worry :)

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