AN: I'm sorry for the delay! I've got a new job that drives me insane, plus a terrible cold. I actually wrote this in one night –Saturday- leaving my beta almost no time to work on it like to be posted yesterday. Sorry for that!
AN2: Job that drives me insane? Yeah, reason why I couldn't reply messages. I'm totally doing it right now.
AN3: We're super close to the end! Enjoy!
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Day 382
Kurt reads Puck's English essay quickly, doing his best not to miss anything. He's supposed to be back home in twenty minutes to go to the shop with his father to work on the inventory. His father's never been good with that.
Mrs. Puckerman and Sarah were going to be away most of the day, though, so they couldn't really pass up the chance. Kurt dropped by his boyfriend's house before noon, and –among other things– he was supposed to check the English essay that Puck has to turn in next Monday, but they stayed in bed longer than they were supposed to.
Puck's actually still in bed, naked, but thankfully under the blankets and staying silent to not to distract Kurt from his reading. Kurt on the other hand, is already decent and looking like he didn't spend the last two hours having sex and snuggling with his boyfriend. He's also sitting at Puck's desk, a safe distance from temptation, reading what Puck wrote for English, and so far, it's quite good, but that doesn't surprise Kurt at all. After tutoring Puck for months, he's aware that his boyfriend can actually be really smart when he wants to.
Kurt checks his pocket watch, and he's almost on time. He's almost done with Puck's paper, so if he leaves in the next five minutes, he'll get back home almost on time.
"Babe?" Puck calls out, breaking the silence.
"Hum?"
"How do you know you love me?"
Dear Gaga, he's only one paragraph from finishing. He doesn't really have time for this right now. "If you're in need of an ego boost, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm kind of busy right now."
"I'm not in any need. The way you moaned my name while we fucked got my ego pretty high," Puck replies coolly.
Kurt is so used to this kind of comment coming out from his boyfriend's mouth that his face has stopped twitching in disgust when he hears Puck's inelegant speech. "Then what is it?"
"I just asked: how do you know you love me?"
Kurt rolls his eyes, and finally turns around to face his boyfriend, who remains lazily laying in the bed. Puck stares at him expectantly and Kurt frowns. "Are you doubting my feelings for you?"
"No way. You're all smitten with me," Puck states, like Kurt's an idiot.
Kurt blinks. "Then I have to say, I'm not following you," he says honestly, because it seems like Puck is doing nothing but continuing to captive Kurt with his courageous fight against logic.
Puck sighs tiredly. "Like, how do you know it's love?"
"How do I know? I think I'm pretty sure about my feelings for you, Puck," Kurt retorts, slightly irritated. Damn if he didn't suffer because of his love for Puck; even if they've been doing remarkably well ever since they got together, before they did, Kurt spent days and days in constant sorrow for loving Puck.
Puck questioning his love for him happens to be a little offensive to Kurt.
"But, when you had that crush on Finn-"
"That wasn't love," Kurt blushes, mortified. "I told you it was a stupid thing. After all we've been through, why are you bringing that up again? I thought we were done with the Finn thing long ago."
Puck sits up straight in the bed. "But you thought it was real love back then. It turns out that it wasn't, and that's why I'm asking now. How do you know it's love, what you feel for me? I mean, maybe sometime later you'll meet someone else, and you'll realize that this wasn't love, like with Finn."
Kurt sighs. "Are you, yet again, thinking I'm going to dump you for someone else?"
Puck groans like he's frustrated, and honestly, Kurt's the one getting really frustrated. "No. I know you're not leaving me," he states, and well, Kurt's sort of glad to hear that finally Puck understood that. "I'm just asking how you can tell that you love me."
Kurt glares at his boyfriend, and notices that Puck is not distressed; he's not angry, or paranoid. In fact, his boyfriend looks pretty much okay, so Kurt assumes that Puck's not throwing another extremely weird tantrum that portrays his challenging logic. Since this doesn't seem to be something that they'll end up arguing over for long, Kurt decides to answer Puck's question.
"Well, I know that my feelings for you are real. The ridiculous thing that happened with Finn was never genuine. I liked the guy I wanted him to be, but not who he actually was; I was only charmed by my own imagination and not by Finn himself. With you, though… I got to know you. We were friends at first, I spent time with you, we shared a lot of things, and I ended up growing feelings for you. I never made any kind of ideal version of you in my head; I fell for who you were and are."
He finds it a little weird having to say this to Puck. Talking about feelings with Puck is never easy, but at least Kurt is the one doing the talking. Puck's ten times worse at expressing his feelings, and Kurt's much better with words.
Puck gives him a long stare, narrowing his eyes at him. "That doesn't really say it's love," he says, sounding more confused.
Kurt sighs, tiredly. "What do you want me to tell you?"
Puck shrugs. "I don't know. I get it's real and blah, but… how? How can you tell it's much more than a crush or something? I mean, you could find me super hot, so much so that you believe it's love when it's not; it's just that I'm really irresistible."
"Puck, I'm pretty sure that love is much more than finding someone hot."
"Hopefully. It'd be shallow of you to love me just 'cos I'm a stud," Puck says, and Kurt glares at him, unamused. "But that's what I'm asking. What's love? You're super in love with me, so I figured you could tell me."
This is a particularly odd question, and what's even odder is that Puck is the one asking. Kurt has never really thought about it very much, but Puck looks curious, so he does his best to come up with an answer that is Puck-friendly. Kurt's aware that his boyfriend's emotional capability is almost equal to the chair he's sitting on; so if Kurt has to do the difficult task of explaining feelings to Puck, he hopes the boy at least gets the main idea.
"Why are you asking?" Kurt enquires, suddenly curious.
Puck shrugs again. "I just wanna know."
Kurt nods softly, thinking carefully on what he's about to say. He's never really tried to explain love to anyone before, including himself. It's not something you can explain, or look up in the dictionary; love is love. You can, maybe, find the reason that you love someone, but those are the reasons you grow such feelings and not the explanation of the feeling itself.
"I guess… it's real love when you put your loved one before yourself. Being selfless," Kurt says, quietly. "To look out for that other person's best interests, even if that means getting yourself hurt."
He bites his lips, remembering all the painful days when he pushed Puck away. It was seriously hurtful for Kurt, being in love with Puck and having to stay away from him. Today, Kurt can see that staying away from Puck was ridiculous, but back then, the only thing Kurt thought was that he was bad for Puck, and that hurt a lot.
"Oh! Like the time I almost refused to get a blowjob from you at school?" Puck enquires, suddenly enthusiastic.
"What?"
"Remember? The first time you blew me. Really, I almost turned it down, since you were kneeling in a public restroom and I knew how bitchy you are with your clothing. That's putting you first, right?"
Kurt blinks. Is Puck serious? "Are you actually comparing love to receiving oral sex?"
"Not receiving; rejecting. Rejecting being the key word in here. You said love's putting the other person before yourself. Yeah, in the end you sucked my cock, but do you know how badly I wanted you to suck me and I still told you not to 'cos you were going to ruin your clothes? What the hell was wrong with me?" Puck asks rhetorically, and looking almost exasperated with himself. Kurt can't believe it. "Still, for some stupid reason, I put your clothes before my so wanted blow job."
Kurt crosses his arms over his chest, aggravated. "I don't think that rejecting a blow job qualifies as a proof of love, if that's what you're implying."
Puck grimaces, upset. Then his eyes lights up. "Oh! How about the time I got myself beaten up by Karofsky? I could have gotten my ass back in juvie, but I pushed Karofsky anyways so he would stop bothering you. That's really being selfless, or something, right?"
Kurt tilts his head to his side, considering Puck's point. "I wouldn't know. Later, I found out that you happen to be a quite possessive and jealous guy. Since you found out that, apparently, Karofsky had some feelings for me," for the love of Dior, a chill runs down his spine as he thinks about that. "I'm not sure if you got him expelled because you cared about me, or because he was messing with something that, as you often say, belongs to you."
Puck scowls. "It's the same thing, I told you already! If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't give a damn if some douche wanted to tap your ass."
Kurt rolls his eyes, and proceeds to finish reading Puck essay, since he's just one paragraph away from finishing it. Yet, his boyfriend continues. "Okay, selfless and shit. Got that. What else?"
"What else?"
Kurt has to say something more? Puck nods, eagerly, clapping his hands together. "Yeah, tell me more about this love thing."
Kurt frowns. "Are you alright? Why are you asking me this right now, Puck?"
"I'm trying to get this thing right, and I think that so far I'm nailing it, 'cos I'm awesome like that. So tell me more. What else means you love me?"
Kurt stays still for a few seconds, but he actually starts thinking more about what he believes love is for him. Or at least what he feels by being in love with Puck; after all, Kurt really believes he's been in love just once, which doesn't leave him much room to compare his feelings for Puck with anything else.
He smiles slightly as he considers several aspects of their relationship inside his head. Kurt smiles as he thinks about how he can never stop thinking about Puck. Not in an obsessive way, of course.
"I guess that, it's also when you always have that other person on your mind."
"Oh! Like picturing sexy times together? I do that all freaking time with you," Puck replies, smirking.
"Do you have to reduce everything I say to sex?" Kurt enquires, annoyed. He's really trying to explain the depth of love and Puck keeps on playing down everything he says. "And actually, that's more like a crush. When you have a crush on someone, you find yourself only daydreaming about you and that other person together, and how cute and nice that would be, or how gorgeous, funny, or sexy your beloved one is, and things like that."
Puck seems confused again. "Then what is it?"
Kurt sighs; this is going to be difficult. "I meant sharing something with the person you have feelings for. It's when you're doing something not related at all with romance or sex, and you still wish your loved one was there with you to share that moment with you. Romance or sex is not involved; it goes to a higher level. It's easy to want someone because you're attracted to them, but not everyone wants to keep people around once they've consummated their lust. This is about wanting your loved one around you, and making that person part of your regular life; to wish that person was there with you to enjoy something together other than sex or fooling around."
This time Puck frowns, looking like he's thinking hard. He hums and bites his nails. "How about… like the other day, remember, I texted you that I was in the mall with my sis, and we went to the smoothie house? And that the smoothie machine got stuck and then BAM! All the smoothie came out, covering the clerks head to toe! Man, I wished you were there! You would have totally cracked up!"
Kurt does remember. The text was something like OMFG! LOOOL, AT THE MALL. SMOOTHIE MACHINE EXPLODED OVER THE CLERKS. THERE'S SMOOTHIE OVER EVERYONE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS!"
"I think I would have felt bad for those guys if I was there."
"You're no fun, Hummel."
"Actually, I've been slushied way too many times, so I know that getting covered with–"
Puck chuckles, frustrated. "Man, I totally got it! Remember that time that I went with the guys to Burger King, and Finn and I tried to see who could eat more triple stackers?" Puck enquires, completely excited, and Kurt twitches his face in disgust; sadly, he remembers that day, or rather, that night, very well. "Six freaking triple stackers! You should've seen Finn's face; he hardly finished the fourth burger, and I so beat his ass! I totally wanted you there; you would have been so proud of me."
Kurt quirks his eyebrow, unimpressed. "I may have missed the moment when you swallowed six disgusting and greasy burgers, but I certainly was there to see them all coming back up from your stomach. Eating all that junk food and then vomiting it was surely one of the highest moments in your life, and you can't imagine how fortunate I felt to be a part of, at least, half of your splendid achievement."
His nose crinkle as the memory of Puck, knelt down in front of his toilet, throwing up for what seemed like ages. It was definitely the worst night they spent together. During summer break, they got to see each other more after his father and Carole went back to work, but they still couldn't see each other every day… and Puck had the bright idea of ingesting an insane amount of junk food the very same day that they were spending the night together.
When Kurt picked Puck up, he was already looking sick, and Kurt wanted to kill his boyfriend when he heard about his ridiculous 'heroic' deed. Of course, Puck got sicker as the day went by, and around midnight the throwing up fest started.
Thankfully, Puck reached Kurt's bathroom in time.
In spite of thinking that Puck had it coming, Kurt stood by his boyfriend the whole time. No matter how mad Kurt was with Puck, he still didn't like to see Puck ill like that, so Kurt stoically dealt with his own nausea. He rubbed Puck's back the entire time he spent throwing up, helped him to clean his mouth afterwards, and assisted Puck in showering away the sweat he'd excreted, since Puck could barely stand up.
In the end, their night was ruined. Puck almost passed out on Kurt's bed, while Kurt stayed awake most of the night, babysitting his ill boyfriend.
After that night, though, Kurt did develop a brand new appreciation for Puck's almost shaved head. He thanked the God he doesn't believe in for Puck's peculiar hairstyle because, somehow, Puck didn't stain anything with his stomach fluids, but Kurt is sure that if Puck had long hair, he would have had to wash vomit out of something, and he doesn't think he could have managed that.
"There!" Kurt exclaims, realizing yet another thing to explain love. "That's true love: sacrifice. Doing things that under any other circumstance you wouldn't if it wasn't for you having the deepest feelings for someone else."
Puck gapes, almost scandalized. "I was sick! I would have stuck with you if you were throwing up your guts!"
"Oh, please, Puck. I'm far from developing OCD, but I can't stand dirty and messy stuff. Do you think I would have stayed in a bathroom, pampering someone who's throwing up, if it wasn't you? I still can't believe I did such a thing. I wouldn't have done that for anyone else, since the mere thought of being near other people's vomit makes me literally sick."
"Aw, you want an award for being so sacrificial? I make a lot of sacrifices here too," Puck states, pulling a wry face.
"Is that so? How?" Kurt asks, skeptical.
"Well, I eat all the healthy shit you cook."
Kurt bites his lower lip, shaking his head in disbelief. "Half of the time you don't even realize when food's organic, and even when you do, surely your displeasure doesn't stop you from eating what I cook!"
"'Cos I can't! Some stuff is good, I admit, but Kurt, no matter how healthy Brussels sprouts are, they are freaking disgusting!"
Kurt gapes at his boyfriend. He thought Puck liked his Brussels sprouts gratin! Puck actually said so! Dear Gaga, Kurt actually feels hurt about this.
"You said you liked it."
"Duh, you were all damn happy about your new recipe, I couldn't just tell you that Brussels sprouts are disgusting. Oh, and new flash? I don't care what vegans say, carob is not the new freaking chocolate! I sacrifice a lot here! I have a Tupper ware container filled with those ugly carob cookies you made, and I could easily throw them away and tell you 'yum! I ate them all', but I'm a freaking idiot. I tried to do that, but then I felt guilty, so I'm eating them all even if they really taste like wood."
That actually felt like a slap in his face. Kurt put a lot of effort, and even love, into making those cookies, and maybe carob is not as tasty as chocolate, but he was actually happy when Puck said they were good. Kurt even made fun of him for being such a whiny guy about health food, but always ending up liking it… So Puck never liked them at all?
Kurt clenches his jaw, highly offended. "You could have told me. I wasn't going to be upset for your lack of appreciation to my healthy food. It wouldn't have surprised me to receive such feedback from a guy who devoured six triple stacks burgers in one go."
Puck snorts. "Please, you're offended right now. And see? I didn't even plan to tell you that, for every carob cookie I eat, I have to drink a whole mug of coffee to get rid of the bad taste."
"Clearly it doesn't bother you to let me know about it right now."
"Duh, I'm trying to point out that I make sacrifices as well," Puck retorts, and deep inside, Kurt's heart grows a little warm.
It does let Kurt down that Puck doesn't like most of the food he cooks; yet, Puck never said a thing, in order not to hurt Kurt's feelings. It's definitely a sweet gesture, and coming from Puck, a guy who never deprives himself of letting people know when he doesn't cherish something, that gesture seems even sweeter.
"So sacrifices, checked," Puck says, breaking Kurt's train of thoughts. "What's next?"
"Next?"
"Yeah; the love thing."
Kurt gives his boyfriend a long quizzical stare. Seriously, what is Puck trying to do by having this conversation? Something inside Kurt's chest starts tightening up; he can't tell exactly what is it, but it's about now that he really realizes he's talking about love with Puck.
He can't blame himself for not noticing before about the potential seriousness of this conversation. This is Puck: he doesn't talk about feelings, he doesn't give much attention to deep feelings, and he never has profound thoughts about anything. Kurt accepted long ago that the word love, as well as being in love, could be something foreign to Puck.
But now…
"Earth to Kurt."
Kurt blinks. "Sorry, I spaced out."
"Yeah, I saw. So tell me more."
Kurt can feel his hands getting cold and sweaty, but he forbids himself to show how anxious he's starting to feel. Instead, he thinks about more aspects of their relationship that Kurt considers to means love, at least for him. It's easier to think about that, than to wonder what's going through Puck's head.
His gaze falls upon his Chicago Bears sweat shirt that Puck got for him, to watch games together. Even if the Puckermans are not related to anyone from Illinois, the Bears are Puck's favorite football team. He claims that they're the best team of all time, and gave Kurt a series of statistics that he couldn't really understand, but that was okay. They usually play Rock-Paper-Scissors to choose who picks what to watch on TV, except for the times when the Bears have a match. Kurt knows how much Puck likes that team, so they watch it together. He doesn't mind too much, though, since it's almost amusing how excited Puck gets.
"It's also growing fond of things you don't even like," Kurt says, trying not to smile. "Being interested in things you don't actually care about, yet you care anyways since you know those things are important for the one you have feelings for. It's because it's important to them that it ends up being important to you."
Puck nods quietly. "You mean like… when I see some stores are having sales? I always let you know, and believe me, I couldn't care less about that."
Deep inside, Kurt starts hyperventilating. He has no other option than nodding, because that's exactly Kurt's point, but does that means that, yes, what Puck does every time he texts Kurt saying that Gap or H&M is having sales is a sign of real love?
Of course, it's something rather trivial, but is Puck somehow implying that he's in love with him?
"Yeah, I guess," Kurt replies softly.
Much to his surprise, Puck doesn't seem put off by the supposed confirmation of love. He actually grins, like he's proud, and Kurt doesn't know what to think anymore.
"I'm super cool, huh? Something else? I'm totally rocking this thing, babe," Puck states, and Kurt lets out a faint laugh, because even if he's trying to fight the urge to demand that Puck tell him already if he's trying to say that he's in love, Kurt can't manage to do it.
Kurt glares at Puck, exasperated yet endeared by his behavior. It's probable Puck doesn't realize that, by giving examples of the aspects that Kurt thinks mean real love, Puck could be admitting he's in love. This could just be Puck trying to prove Kurt wrong, or trying to show he can do everything, as usual.
He used to hate Puck's immense ego, his ridiculous stubbornness, his arrogance, and smugness, but somehow, in good measure, Kurt actually adores those aspects now.
"I would say that you really love someone when you find their flaws to be as lovable as their virtues; when the things you should be hating the most in that person are actually the things you like the most."
Puck clicks his fingers. "Got it! Man, I would totally hate you for spending so much on your grooming, but I kind of like to watch you doing all your cream stuff at night."
Kurt lets out a shaky breath. "You do?"
"It's super lame, I know," Puck admits, looking away like he's terribly embarrassed. "I pretend I watch TV while you do that so you won't think I'm a perv or something. But you look so into it, it's like... relaxing or something, to watch you so absorbed in rubbing your face."
Kurt remembers the first time Puck stayed the night at his place, that he kept on asking what every cream and lotion Kurt applied on his face were for. Giving it a second thought, Kurt can recall that Puck actually stopped watching TV to sit by his side and stare at him doing his nightly facial routine. Kurt just assumed Puck was being nosy.
Both of them jump as Kurt's iPhone starts ringing, and Kurt hurries to answer the call, just to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by this conversation. When he gets his phone, he sees it's his father calling and he realizes that he was late before he even started talking about love with Puck.
"Dad, I'm so sorry," Kurt hurries to say as soon as he answers the call.
"Kurt, I'm waiting for you here. You were supposed to be back home twenty minutes ago."
For the love of Dior, why does he have to go right now? Kurt needs to know if Puck is implying what he thinks Puck's implying. It's stupid; Kurt is aware that no matter how good they are together, or how much Kurt loves Puck, Puck wouldn't fall in love with him.
Puck said that several times. It's not Kurt's fault, it's just that Puck doesn't get those kind of feelings for anyone; he's a stud, a badass. And while Puck is very caring, overly protective, and extremely jealous, that doesn't mean he's in love. At least, Kurt never thought so, since the idea of Puck really loving him is all kinds of bizarre.
"I lost track of time, dad. I'm really sorry."
Burt sighs on the other end of the line. "Listen, I really don't want to ruin your Saturday, alright? But I need to do those inventories and you know I'm terrible with that. I wouldn't ask you for this if I could do it on my own."
Kurt swallows hard. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm heading home right now, okay?"
"I'll wait for you. Bye, kid."
Kurt hangs up, and maybe leaving right now is the wisest thing he can do. He needs time to think about this, and then he can confront Puck later. His thoughts are all over the place right now, and the prospect of being Puck's object of love it's too much to handle. There's nothing that Kurt could want more than Puck returning his feelings, but he had accepted the fact that Puck was never going to love him; he got to the point of being completely fine with it, because in the end, they're together, they're good, and, loving him or not, Puck still wants to be with him.
But now Kurt is desperate for Puck's love, and that might lead Kurt to say or do something stupid. They're doing so well right now… Kurt doesn't want to compromise what they have, so he'd better leave now, think quietly about what they've said, and then ask the right questions.
"It sucks you have to leave," Puck says, gloomily. "My mom won't be back with my sister at least until four."
Kurt pouts, faking desire to stay while he actually wants to be alone to process the whole conversation in peace. "My dad really needs my help. Tomorrow the shop is closed, and he needs these inventories by Monday."
He picks up Puck's essay, and reads only the last line just to make sure that Puck didn't finish his paper with something like 'and that's how it is.' Puck tends to conclude his papers that way when he gets bored or tired of writing. Fortunately, he decided to end this essay the proper way.
"This is good," Kurt announces, leaving the paper on the desk and standing to pick up his jacket. "I couldn't read it all, but I went over most of it and it's good."
"Mediocre good, right? I don't want people to start thinking I'm some kind of nerd for getting so many Bs. It already looks bad that I'm always doing homework," Puck tells him, sounding worried. "If it's too good, tell me so I can add some shit on it to tone it down."
Kurt chuckles. "It's definitely a B, but don't change anything on it," he says, putting his jacket on and picking up his bag. "I'm going now, alright? You stay in bed."
"'Kay. Call me."
Kurt smiles, approaching his boyfriend to kiss him good bye. "I will."
He leaves Puck's room in a cool fashion, but once he's out of his boyfriend's sight, Kurt hurries down the stairs and walks out of the Puckermans' house. His legs tremble, and he has to take a deep breath in order to calm himself down.
He gets in his car as he tries to think rationally. They've been hanging out together for over a year, they started fooling around nine months ago, and they've been officially boyfriends for the last eight of those months. Puck has declared that he does care for Kurt, but said he didn't love him, and that was enough for Kurt.
There's no reason why Puck should suddenly fall in love with him right now.
As Kurt drives to his house, he goes over the whole conversation in his head. It was pretty much meaningless. Kurt really tried to explain what he believes real love is to Puck, but Puck did nothing but joke.
Puck did give him a silly personal example to every argument that Kurt offered about real love, but it wasn't serious. Rejecting a blow job is not real love; neither is wishing your boyfriend was there to watch you eat six humongous burgers, or to witness a bunch of clerks getting covered in cold, colored beverage. Puck was only being his regular possessive, jealous, psycho self about Karofsky, so Kurt dismisses that point, even if he has to accept that Puck was kind of sweet about not telling him that he hated the Brussels sprouts gratin and his carob cookies in order not to hurt his feelings.
Kurt never thought about it, but Puck is actually being attentive when he texts him every time he sees a clothing store offering sales.
"Puck was just trying to prove he could do everything, as usual," Kurt whispers, considering that he's losing his mind, now even talking out loud to himself.
It's not a big deal. Kurt got by for the last eight months without Puck's romantic love; he didn't even need it. They are fine the way they are, so Kurt can't let himself get desperate for Puck to love him now for real. It's not necessary. Kurt always felt cared for, and sometimes even loved, since Puck makes him feel so special that Kurt tends to forget Puck is not really in love with him. And if Kurt gets to forget about that, it's because there's nothing he's actually missing from Puck.
After all, love is pretty particular for each person. Every single person is going to feel and express love in a different way. Kurt is a very romantic guy who falls in a hard and deep way, and even if he doesn't like corny and tacky gestures of affection, he's all for thoughtful expressions of love.
Puck, however… well, he's just Puck.
Kurt does his best to play it cool, but he realizes he can't. What if all the things that Puck said to him are actually his ways to express love? Most of them sounded ridiculous and even crude, but Puck is the guy who took Kurt to the place they almost got killed in a car crash to celebrate their month anniversary of said car accident.
Puck is not the kind of guy who would get up extra early and prepare Kurt breakfast in bed, present to him his favorite meal with a red rose and a bottle of champagne (even if they are underage, Puck could totally get alcohol somehow), kiss Kurt awake, and then declare his love. Puck would never run him a bath with scented candles and rose petals, get in together, and after a cozy warm bath say those three words. Puck is never going to hire a skywriter to spell his feelings for him on high, just like he would never take Kurt to the beach to walk together on the shore, holding his hand while watching the sunset and proclaiming his love to a backdrop of the beautiful sight. Of course, that last one is very unlikely to happen, since there are no beaches near Lima, but even if it was, Puck still would never do it anyways.
Kurt wouldn't want Puck to be the guy who did that either; he's actually fallen for Puck's bluntness and his unsophisticated ways. He wouldn't want Puck to be any different than he is.
And while most would think that it's ridiculous to equate almost rejecting a blow job with love, coming from someone like Puck, who's a sex shark, that's actually something big. Just like it's big that Puck, a very self-centered person, actually lied a little about Kurt's food to not hurt his feelings. Puck even ate all that food he hated, pretending to love it just to keep Kurt happy.
Even if Kurt thinks Puck eating six triple stackers was ridiculous, it was obviously something huge for Puck, and he wanted Kurt to be there to share his exploit with him, just like he wanted Kurt to be there when the smoothie machine broke, to supposedly laugh together. Puck even secretly watched him during his nightly moisturizing routines, every night they spent together.
Kurt gasps, and grips the wheel harder to stop from shaking.
Does Puck really love him? Strike that; has Puck been in love with him all this time? All the stuff Puck listed are not things he started doing just days ago. All those things have been happening for a while.
He curses as he realizes he's only two blocks away from his house. Kurt speeds up to get there right away, and when he finally arrives, he parks his SUV in front of his house and lets out a shaky breath.
Did Puck just declare his love to him? Puck was only trying to figure out what love was, and while Kurt is surprised by Puck's supposed love for him, it wouldn't surprise Kurt if Puck was in love with him and never knew. After all, it took Puck almost four months of kissing, having sex, and being a boyfriend of a boy to stop considering himself as straight. Puck also struggles a lot to accept that he's as human as everybody else, and that he can have sensitive feelings every now and then. So, even if Puck knew he was -supposedly- in love with Kurt, it's very likely that Puck would never admit it out loud, in order to maintain his badass reputation.
A knock on his window makes Kurt jump. He puts his hand to his chest to prevent his heart coming out of it from the sudden fright, and when he looks to his side he finds his father staring at him, concerned.
Kurt gets out of the car, still panting.
"You okay, Kurt?"
"You scared me, dad," he replies as they walk towards the house, side-by-side.
"Well, sorry about that, but I heard you parking your car and never coming in, so I obviously got worried. Are you alright?"
The truth is that, no, Kurt's not alright. He's not sure if his beloved boyfriend returns his feelings, and the uncertainty is killing him. It's more probable that Puck was only speaking a lot of nonsense words to explain his challenging logic; it wouldn't be the first time that's happened. Yet, there's a small chance that Puck's actually in love with him, and Kurt wants to do nothing but drive back to his boyfriend's house and demand some explanation. A simple one; Kurt doesn't need another intricate conversation. He's not in the mood to read between lines. Kurt wants to ask Puck if he's in love with him or not, straightforward and simple, and that question has only two short, uncomplicated answers.
"I'm fine," Kurt replies as he gets into his house.
Burt closes the door behind them and stays still, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't lie to me, alright? You look pretty shaken up," he states, and Kurt rolls his eyes, hating himself for not being able to conceal his concerns.
"I'm not lying, I'm just-"
"Hey, no. This is the first time I've seen you far from normal after seeing Puckerman, so you better tell me what's going on," his dad states, looking mad. "Did he do something to you? Because if he did, I'm going to hurt him."
Kurt rolls his eyes, and scans the house, trying to find any trace of Carole or Finn. Why is his father talking so loudly about Puck at home?
"Dad, please, quiet," Kurt grits between his teeth.
"Carole is at the grocery store and Finn's in his room playing video games; he's not gonna hear. Now tell me, why are you so shaken up? What did Puckerman do?"
"Nothing, dad. Why do you always think he's doing something bad?" Kurt inquires, slightly irritated.
"Because he's a brat."
Kurt clenches his jaw. The three of them already shared more than one afternoon together, and by now, his father should have stopped thinking so poorly of Puck.
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but he didn't do anything," Kurt states as he starts pacing around the living room. He's going insane; he needs to know where Puck's feelings stand for real, but instead he's listening to his father be suspicious about Puck.
His father sighs. "Kurt, just tell me what's going on, alright?"
Although Kurt tells his dad a little about his relationship with Puck, he never says much, since his father is still not a hundred percent comfortable hearing specific details about his relationship with Puck, and Kurt is not very comfortable telling his dad about what he does with his boyfriend either, even after leaving out anything to do with sex.
Some weeks ago, a very uncomfortable Burt did ask him if they'd had sex. Actually, it was something like 'You two don't… you don't... you know.' Kurt faked mortification, replying, 'Absolutely not!' and he thinks his father is actually in denial. Kurt's never going to tell his dad that he lost his virginity in his very own bedroom while everyone was asleep upstairs, to a guy he had been dating for only a month and doing a lot of dirty things with way before they were even together. His dad can't expect him to remain a virgin, though, when he's eighteen and in a relationship of eight months with a very hot and sexually active guy, like everyone knows Puck is.
But if his father wants to think that, Kurt's not going to rain on his parade. Kurt chooses what information is Burt Hummel-friendly, but right now, this thing with Puck is constricting his chest every second more.
Kurt can't hold it in for much longer, so he steps closer to his father, looks him in the eye, and says, "I think that Puck just said he's in love with me."
Burt narrows his eyes, looking confused and, thankfully, not uncomfortable. "How come 'you think'? Either he said it or not."
Kurt laughs, nervously. "Well, you don't know Puck that well. Most of the time, I can't understand how his brain works, so he wasn't clear about it, and I just… he can't just love me, right?" he asks as he starts pacing around the room. "I mean, yeah, this relationship works, we're doing well, but that doesn't mean he could be in love with me. It's ridiculous. Puck wouldn't feel that way for me!"
Burt approaches his son, and holds him still. "Hey, slow down."
"I can't slow down! Why would he imply something like that? Because that's what he did, he implied, sort of, that he's in love with me, and that doesn't make sense."
His dad frowns at him. "And why's that?"
"Because it's going too far? Puck wouldn't have those kind of feelings for me, right? That's just not him, so I'm probably freaking out for nothing, but still, here I am pacing around, since this is eating at me!"
Burt fixes his cap, scratches the back of his neck, and then he sighs. "Listen son, you wouldn't be offended if I tell you that you two are probably the weirdest couple I've ever seen. If there are two people in the world that I would never expect to get together it's you and Puckerman."
Kurt's vehement spirit almost makes him argue with that, but he has to admit that his dad is right. "Yeah, I know."
"And you're a wonderful kid, Kurt. Why is it so hard for you to believe that your boyfriend could love you?"
Kurt shrugs. "It's not about me, dad. It's him; he's not like this. He doesn't have deep, romantic feelings, for me or for anyone. It's confusing and-"
"Kurt… after all you two went through, you find it hard to believe he loves you?" Burt enquires, unbelievingly. "I wouldn't believe he doesn't."
"You don't know him."
Burt's the one shrugging now. "Maybe not like you do, but I know he never had a relationship with anyone before you. I know he didn't even like boys before you. I also know he was quite a troublesome kid, and, forgive my words, but a bit of a manwhore, as well, before you two got together. But you're with him now, he's stopped getting into trouble, as far as I know he's faithful to you, and you two are having what seems to be a very steady relationship."
Kurt licks his lips; he's aware of all that, but he didn't take it into consideration.
"So Puckerman has really done a lot of things that were completely out of his nature," Burt continues. "Is it that hard to believe that being in love with you is just another of the several things he did for the first time in his life with you?"
Kurt swallows hard. His father's right, but he can't help feeling overwhelmed by all this. Then his phone vibrates in his pocket, and just to break the tension he's feeling Kurt pulls it out, and sees there's a text from Puck.
Dude, after all we talked, I think I love you.
Kurt's heart starts beating so fast that it seems like it's going to explode at any second. Puck loves him. Puck really loves him just like Kurt loves him. Kurt is aware that there's no doubt in that; Puck writing an 'I think' before the 'I love you' is just a defense mechanism that Puck has every time he exposes his feelings or desires. Puck always has to sound or look like it's nothing serious. Like when Puck says 'I wouldn't mind cuddling,' that means: 'Can we cuddle for hours?'
Puck always needs to do things like that, probably to not feel like he's getting hurt if he's rejected.
Kurt's hands tremble. He just got the one thing he's always wanted: to be loved; Puck loving him. Kurt's out of breath, but he smiles anyways, and there's only one thing he could say to Puck right now, so Kurt texts back:
Don't call me dude.
"Is it him?" Burt asks, almost grunting.
Kurt looks up, faintly. "He loves me," he whispers, his eyes returning to the screen of his phone, reading that message over and over. This is real. He can't believe this is happening to him.
His dad rolls his eyes. "By text message? Man, that brat knows about romance."
"No, this is perfect," Kurt tells him, honestly. "It couldn't be any other way. Oh, my, dad he loves me!" he squeaks, throwing his arms around his father in a tight embrace. His eyes fill with tears, and, for the love of Dior, Kurt always felt love, but hearing, or rather reading those words is like heaven.
Kurt could deal with Puck not being in love with him, but having Puck's love feels a billion times better.
His father pats his back, and breaks the embrace. Kurt instantly starts jumping happily in his place, and his father shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever accept any of your boyfriends, but I've got to give Puckerman some credit: he makes you damn happy."
"He loves me, dad," Kurt says, almost out of air. He's hyperventilating, that's for sure, but that's fine because everything is damn perfect.
Burt gives him a long stare. "Go be with him."
Kurt stands still, looking at his father, perplexed. "What?"
"You should be with him right now. He just told you he loves you for the first time, right? You should be hearing those words, not reading them, so you can say them back."
Dear Gaga, this has to be the best day ever!
"But, your inventory…"
"I'll open the shop tomorrow and we'll do it. You won't get rid of this so easily," Burt tells him wryly, but clearly trying not to smile. "If I don't get to ruin your Saturday, then I'm ruining your Sunday."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kurt exclaims happily, giving his father another tight hug.
The hug lasts only three or four seconds, since as soon as Kurt breaks apart, he's already running towards the door.
"Now calm down and drive safe, for Christ sake!"
Puck's loving having the house to himself so he can do things like what he's doing now: eating a peanut butter sandwich in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his briefs, all while thinking about being love.
So, yeah, he just figured out that he's in love with Kurt. It doesn't seem to be such a big deal, and Puck doesn't understand why people make such a huge fuss about it. Puck has seen plenty of romantic movies with Kurt -unfortunately- and every time the characters pronounce those three words it's like wow! the best thing ever.
They sound cool. Even if Puck hates to admit it, it felt good when Kurt told him he loved him. Of course, Kurt's only said that twice, and one of those times Puck was unconscious, but… realizing that he's in love with Kurt doesn't make Puck feel any different.
In a way, he feels even more like a stud. Puck just admitted to being a softie by having fallen in love with his boyfriend, any yet he remains a badass. He didn't turn into a puddle of melted candy, and he's far from being one of those cutesy stupid guys who act all dumb when they're in love. Nah, Puck's in love and he's doing it like a pro. He's proving that he can have chick feelings and be a stud at the same time, and of course, not everyone can do that.
After finishing his sandwich, he opens the fridge –barefoot, and see, mom? I'm not getting electrocuted– and drinks a bit of milk out of the bottle. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and decides to go back to his room to laze around for a little longer.
Puck's half way up the stairs when he hears the doorbell. He groans, because he shouldn't answer the door almost naked, but fuck it. His mother's not here, and he's such a babe that he'd be only being charitable to let some door-to-door Bible seller admire his awesome guns.
Much to his surprise, when he opens the door, he doesn't find any Bible seller. Kurt is standing on his porch, biting his lower lip, and with his eyes wide open like he's surprised, but Kurt shouldn't be surprised by his awesome body. Kurt has touched, kissed, licked, bitten, and covered Puck's body with come plenty of times.
Then Puck realizes that Kurt's gaze is not fixed on his six pack, but right on his eyes.
"Couldn't stay far from me, right?" Puck asks with a smug tone of voice, letting Kurt in.
He closes the door after Kurt and Kurt turns around right away. "Say it."
Puck looks to his sides, pressing his lips together. "Er… what?"
Kurt takes a step closer, leaving just a few inches of distance between them. "Say that you love me."
"Oh," Puck mumbles, and damn, does he has to say it out loud? That's like, super lame. That's probably why Kurt never says it. "I told you already."
"Say it now," Kurt grits between his teeth, in a threatening fashion, and Puck can't really escape from that.
"I love you. I already told-"
Kurt's lips are on Puck's, cutting him off. Kurt's arms find Puck's waist and Puck doesn't waste a second to hold his boyfriend back, kissing him. He's almost naked, and Kurt's super hot, but they are not lustfully making out. Kurt kisses him slow but steady; Puck feels this kiss is somehow deeper than any other time they've made out and it's not because Kurt's tongue is almost reaching his stomach.
When Kurt breaks the kiss, he stares at Puck with the shiniest eyes Puck has ever seen on his boyfriend. He's smiling broadly, like he's trying not to laugh, and Puck can't help grinning.
"What was that for?"
"So, you love me," Kurt says casually, and Puck looks away, feeling like an idiot.
"Yeah. But that doesn't make of me any less of a stud, you know?"
"You're all smitten with me," his boyfriend states, smirking. Puck narrows his eyes at him.
"You don't have to shove it to my face, you know?"
Kurt shrugs, still smirking. "Why not? You do that all time with me, so I should get to do it too. It feels nice, I have to admit it," he says that in a low voice, like he's telling a secret. "Now I understand why you love to remind me of my feelings for you."
"Hey, I don't-"
"But it's cool, right? I'm so hot, I'm such a babe," Kurt talks in voice several octaves down, copying Puck's voice. Puck wants to be offended, but he's actually amused. "The hottest dude in freaking Lima, an awesome boyfriend, and I give you amazing orgasms. How you could not be all head over feet for me?"
Puck chuckles. "Shut up."
He knows Kurt's right though. Puck's aware that it took him quite a while to realize he's in love with Kurt like, for real, but he never really paid much thought to his feelings, since that's for sissies. Puck's also not the smartest guy in the world, and he's quite slow in some aspects, but Kurt has a point.
Kurt totally deserves worshipping. It's not like Puck grew feelings for some dumb chick that draws hearts with their initials and photoshops pictures of themselves to see what their future children could look like. Kurt's indeed the hottest guy alive, and he's a freaking awesome boyfriend who gives him mind blowing orgasms. How could he not love a guy like Kurt? It would be ridiculous not to love him.
"Nuh uh. You totally love me; your heart aches for me, and I'm going to enjoy every single second of it," Kurt teases, letting out a short laugh.
"I'll give you something else to enjoy," Puck whispers huskily, and then crouches down, taking Kurt by his legs and straightening up in a quick motion, placing Kurt's belly on his shoulder.
"Oi! You damn brute! Put me down!"
"Oh, but I'm so freaking in love with you," Puck mocks him, climbing up the stairs, carrying Kurt like he's a sack of potatoes.
"All the blood of my body is going down to my head now! If I have an embolism, be sure that my father is going to murder you slowly and painfully!" Kurt states icily, his voice sounding funny since he has his torso hanging upside down against Puck's back.
"Pft, don't you worry babe. All the blood in your body will be in your cock within the next minute."
"Always so disgustingly charming, right?"
"Oh, shush. That's the part you love most about me."
Puck gets to his room and drops Kurt heavily on his bed. Kurt looks way pissed. "Careful much, Puckerman?"
Puck doesn't listen; he just crawls on top of Kurt, and fuck, seriously, how can he not love this guy? He's so damn hot when he's pissed; he's so damn hot when he's cheerful… he's just always so freaking hot.
He presses his lips against Kurt, his tongue darting out to lick and carefully part his boyfriend's lips. Kurt instantly melts, kissing him back and cupping Puck's face with his hands. Puck takes his time kissing his boyfriend slowly and sensually, feeling hella horny, but not in a hurry.
Kurt's moans are silenced inside Puck's mouth, and Puck can sense how the air in his bedroom suddenly starts getting heavy. They had sex a little more than an hour ago, but this seems so different now in a way that Puck can't really explain.
Puck breaks the kiss, just to move and get some room to undress Kurt, and they keep on staring at the other. Puck never breaks the eye contact as he slowly unbuttons his boyfriend's shirt, and as he gets rid of Kurt's shoes, his skinny jeans, and underwear. Puck gets up from his bed just to take his briefs off, and there's Kurt, laying on his bed, very much naked, while their gazes are still so intense that Puck thinks he's going to get brain damage.
Puck returns to the bed, placing himself on top of Kurt and propping up on his elbows. Puck does nothing but stare at his boyfriend's beautiful face.
"You love me," Kurt whispers quietly.
Puck's mouth runs dry and his chest expands. He caresses Kurt's hair slowly, like he's suddenly hypnotized. "You love me more."
He's not sure if they are using that projected psychology that Kurt says Puck uses on him. Kurt hardly ever says that he loves him, and Puck finds it safer to say 'you love me' instead of 'I love you.' He's not sure if Kurt's doing that as well, and for some reason, it bothers him.
Maybe, putting the words that Puck wants to say in Kurt's mouth is a way to escape from a potentially humiliating rejection. But Puck has no plans of rejecting Kurt.
"I love you," Puck mutters.
Kurt's eyebrows lift up just a bit. "I love you, too."
Puck closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of those reassuring words; those words that make Puck feel inexplicably safe. Kurt's hands find the back of Puck's head, pulling him down closer for a soft but firm kiss.
"Why do you never say it?" Puck asks, trying not to sound as bummed as he's feeling.
Kurt frowns. "What?"
"That you love me. This is the third time you've ever said it, and as someone who's so insanely in love with me, that's a pretty small amount of times."
"You counted?" Kurt inquires, surprised.
Puck shrugs. "Not easy to miss the number."
Kurt's hand caresses Puck's cheek, and Puck leans into the palm of Kurt's hand, seeking more contact. "I don't know. I thought you said it for me constantly, so I didn't really think there was a need to reaffirm your affirmations regarding my feelings."
"I like to hear it from your mouth," Puck admits, and man, he's totally a wimp. "Sounds better than when I say it."
Kurt smiles quietly at him. "Then I promise I'll say it more often. But you have to do the same. Like you just said, it feels better when it's the other one saying it."
Puck nods. "Promise," he says, and kisses Kurt again.
They grind their naked bodies now, both of them hard in spite of that short moment of very much needed corniness, and Puck thanks God for having had sex just a little more than an hour ago, probably leaving Kurt pretty much stretched already. Puck doesn't want to move away from his boyfriend to look for lube. Puck's very comfortable where he is.
Puck sticks a finger inside Kurt's mouth and Kurt sucks it sexily and leisurely, not taking his eyes from Puck, and Puck believes his cock is going to explode, spreading come all over his room. It shouldn't be legal to watch Kurt sucking his fingers in such a sensual way.
Puck pulls out his fingers from Kurt's mouth to prevent him from coming too soon, and kneels between Kurt's legs, placing one of them over his shoulders. Kurt's cock is hard over his belly, and man, Puck wants to suck it so much, but he wants to fuck Kurt as well, so he probes Kurt's entrance slow and careful with his sticky fingers.
Kurt lets out a content moan, so Puck gently pushes his finger in, deeper and deeper, trying not to pass out at the incredible view that his boyfriend is providing.
Kurt's always super tight, no matter how many times they fuck in the same day, but Puck got to learn that even if Kurt remains tight, he doesn't get hurt after he gets used to the intrusion given by several sessions of sex. So they don't need to spend a lot of time with the preparation.
Yet, Kurt looks stunning, naked and already sweaty, with his eyes shut and mouth parted as Puck fingers him, so Puck takes his fingers out of Kurt's entrance, and after quickly licking a second finger, Puck insert them both, as deep as he can, trying to reach Kurt's prostate.
But Kurt starts squirming and Puck can't take it for longer, so he bends over his boyfriend, kissing Kurt on the neck, and then he licks his way up Kurt's neck, nipping as he goes. Puck nibbles his boyfriend's earlobe, making Kurt moan even louder, and then Puck's lips meet Kurt's in a lingering kiss.
They have fucked uncountable times, but for some reason, this seems completely new, even if they're nothing different other than going a little slower than usual. Puck moves away, still holding Kurt's heel on his shoulder -Kurt's that awesomely flexible- and puts Kurt's other leg in the same position. Puck sits on the back of his ankles and spits on his hand, lubing up his cock as much as he can and then nudging gently at Kurt's entrance.
Puck grunts as he hears a sharp intake of breath coming from Kurt's mouth, so he slowly slides his cock into his boyfriend. He really feels like fucking the brains out of Kurt, but at the same time, he wants to do it slow, or as slow as his lust will allow him.
Puck carefully strokes Kurt's legs, kissing his calves and ankles. Puck lets out an even louder grunt as Kurt's legs slide down to Puck's thighs. He pushes in farther, burying his cock all the way inside Kurt, and his breath quickens as Puck slowly moves in and out.
He wraps Kurt's legs tightly around his body, wanting to get even closer to him; to work his cock even deeper into Kurt, if that's even possible.
"Oh, God, Puck," Kurt whimpers, fisting the sheets of the bed.
Puck pulls himself slowly all the way out of Kurt, and then enters him again, deep as he can go. He sees Kurt's face, flushed, biting his lips like he's trying to hold back a scream, and Puck starts moving faster, but not much, fucking Kurt gently.
"Don't hold back, babe," Puck breathes out. "No one's gonna hear but me."
"Puck, you're killing me," Kurt moans, moving his hips to meet Puck's thrusts. "Please, touch me."
Puck would smirk if he wasn't so dumbstruck by his boyfriend's hotness, but he takes Kurt's cock in a hand and strokes it slowly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Ohfuckyeslikethat," Kurt moans, slurring all his words together.
That only encourages Puck to move faster. His breathing becomes more erratic as Kurt squirms beneath him, letting out these insanely arousing little whimpers. Puck shoves his cock harder and deeper inside Kurt's ass, over and over until finally his boyfriend tenses and screams.
"There, God, there!"
And Puck doesn't do anything but keep the same hard and deep rhythm, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Kurt's constant moaning is driving Puck insane, bringing his orgasm closer and closer, so he strokes Kurt's cock faster, just to drive Kurt to the edge.
Kurt's body tightens around Puck. His arms hurriedly grab Puck's head, pulling him down for a desperate kiss. Kurt thrust his tongue into Puck's mouth as he comes between their bellies, and Puck can't hold it back anymore, shooting his load into Kurt's hot ass.
Their bodies tremble together, and when Puck opens his eyes, still feeling his muscles spasm, he finds Kurt panting beneath him and staring him right in the eyes.
Puck swallows hard, drops of sweat running down his forehead, and that's cool.
"I love you," Kurt tells him quietly.
"I love you, too," Puck replies, grinning.
He pulls his cock softly out of Kurt and lets himself fall back onto the mattress, next to his boyfriend. Kurt grabs the sheet, cleaning the come off his belly and doing the same to Puck. Then he turns onto his side, facing his boyfriend.
"That was…"
"Intense," Puck states, because it really felt that way.
"Yeah."
"Do you feel different?" Puck enquires, bringing Kurt closer, and Kurt wraps his arm around Puck's torso, resting his head on Puck's chest.
"Different?"
"Yeah. I mean, today I figured out I love you and stuff, but I don't feel any different than I felt, I don't know, yesterday."
Kurt lets out an amused laugh. "That's because you loved me yesterday in the same way. I guess today you could just put that into words."
Puck shrugs. It sort of makes sense. "But it's good for you to hear it, right? I always knew I felt stuff for you, but I've never been in love or anything, so I didn't recognize what it was."
Kurt looks up at him with a soft smile. "I can understand that. And yes, it's good for me to hear it just as much it's good for you to hear me saying it. But I always felt loved, you know."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Of course I wanted you to tell me you loved me, but then, I didn't need it because I felt loved enough. So I think that even if neither of us could put it into words until now, you still found a way to deliver the message."
Puck grins, achieved. "I'm definitely super awesome."
"Shut up," Kurt says playfully. "We should get up or we're going to fall asleep and your mother will find us naked. I won't be able to survive that kind of embarrassment."
And Puck wants to stay right here; there's still some time before his mother gets back, but Kurt is right and they're going to fall asleep.
"Shower together?" Puck suggests, and Kurt grins at him.
Once again, Puck nailed it.
