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Chapter 36-Shopping With Burt

It was February which meant that Valentines Day was approaching. Puck was going to take Kurt out for dinner but the two had agreed that they wouldn't exchange gifts. For a few days, Burt had tried to convince Puck and Kurt to go on a double date with Rachel and Finn but thankfully, Carole had managed to call Burt off from that idea. Normally, Puck wouldn't mind the four of them hanging out together, but Valentines Day was different. He wanted to have Kurt all to himself.

"Are you going to get him flowers?" Artie asked in Math class once day; it had taken much persuasion to convince Puck to actually attend the lesson.

"Flowers?" Puck replied dumbly as he scribbled down an answer before crossing it out and writing a new one.

"You had it right the first time." Artie pointed out looking at Puck's work book. "And when you pick Kurt up for your date, are you going to get him flowers? I'm getting Tina flowers. Black roses, they're her favourite."

"Oh right, um… no." Puck answered as he struggled with the next equation. "Flowers are for chicks and Kurt's a dude… crap, don't tell him I called him a dude. Pretend I said guy or boy or something."

"Or better yet, I just won't mention it." Artie smiled and Puck nodded eagerly liking that plan much better than his own. "So, are you going to get Kurt a present or anything?"

"No, we both agreed not to do that." Puck shrugged. "I'll just suck him off under the dinner table or something, he'll like that."

Artie's eyes widened behind his glasses and he tugged at his shirt collar uncomfortably before setting his pen down and helping Puck with his work since he'd long since finished his own.

In Gym class, Finn sidled up to Puck and asked him for advice on something he could get Rachel for Valentines Day. Pulling a face, Puck gave it a few minutes consideration before suggesting he buy her a sweater depicting some form of animal.

At lunch time, Puck found his journey to the cafeteria intercepted by Santana who latched hold of his ear and forced him out to the parking lot and into his truck.

"Bloody hell, woman." He cussed as he rubbed his aching ear.

"Don't be such a girl." Santana told him as she snatched his keys from him and pulled the truck into drive.

He didn't ask her where they were going and she didn't volunteer to tell him. After a twenty minute drive, Santana pulled over and handed Puck a stash of money and a list before ordering him to purchase the items in the shop she pointed to a little way down the street. Not brave enough to argue with her, Puck hopped out of the truck and strutted his way down to the sex shop to find Santana a set of new handcuffs, a pink dildo, a vibrator, a supply of lubricant and some anal beads. He made his way quickly through the shop and tried to keep his face from flushing in embarrassment as the heavily tattooed man served him at the cash register.

On his way out of the shop he bumped into somebody. He muttered a hasty apology before looking into the face of Burt Hummel. It was difficult to say which of them looked the most embarrassed but Puck was easily the most, in fact only, one of them to look fearful.

"Lovely weather." Puck managed to say before practically running back to the truck, Burt not far behind him.

He caught Puck by the scruff of the neck and pinned him against the door of the car.

"What's in the bag?" Burt demanded to know.

Blushing furiously, Puck handed it over and Burt looked through, an identical blush soon forming on his cheeks. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he handed the bag back.

"If you and Kurt are planning to take that step… again." Burt shuddered knowing that Kurt had lost his virginity before the car crash. "You need to use protection. Condoms… go back and get some."

"But I…" Puck tried to protest but the warning glare in Burt's eye left no room for argument.

Tapping on the truck window, Puck handed Santana the bag of sex toys that were not for himself and Kurt as Burt assumed, but for Santana and Brittany. He then obediently followed his boyfriend's dad back to the sex shop to buy a pack of condoms. Highly disturbing thoughts entered Puck's head as Burt also selected a pack of ribbed condoms, a tube of lube and a kinky looking sex toy he didn't know the name or use of. He shuddered as he tried to force images of Burt and Carole, the woman who was like a second mum to him, out of his mind.

On the short walk back to Puck's truck, Burt talked about the importance of safe-sex, stretching and preparation. Finally, the torture ended and Puck flung himself into the passenger seat of his truck and urged Santana to drive.

As Puck continued to twitch in disgust every now and then, Santana did what any decent friend would and laughed at him mercilessly.

Throughout the rest of the school day, Puck couldn't bring himself to make direct eye-contact with Finn or Kurt now that he knew some of the things their parents got up to.

Sometime after he got home, Puck was playing on his Xbox when a text message interrupted him. Pausing the game, he checked his phone and opened the new text from Kurt that read: We need to talk, come in through my window.

Finding that text to be quite ominous, Puck ditched his computer game and hurried down the stairs, calling out to his mum that he was heading out. He drove to the street behind Kurt's and parked his truck before sneaking into the Hummel-Hudson's back garden and climbing in through Kurt's basement bedroom window.

His boyfriend was sitting at his desk doing some homework as he waited for him. He looked up upon hearing Puck's arrival and set his pen down before standing up with his arms crossed over his chest which Puck had learned was never a good sign. Either Kurt was royally pissed off about something, Puck wracked his brains wondering what he could have possibly done, or Kurt was feeling nervous and insecure and didn't know how to go about expressing whatever concerns he had.

"Something wrong?" Puck asked trying to think of possible explanations but unable to come up with any.

"Sit down, Noah." Kurt instructed, his expression not giving anything away.

Moving to the bed, Puck sat down waiting for Kurt to say more. Slowly, Kurt joined him on the bed, sitting further away than he usually would and holding Puckerone the Meer Cat and Kurtina the fluffy white kitten in his lap. It was then that Puck realised his boy was feeling nervous and insecure over something.

"What is it, baby?" Puck enquired gently lifting his hand to pet Kurt's hair, a rare privilege even for him. "Huh, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours? Need me to beat someone up?"

"I need to tell you something." Kurt replied and Puck's stomach plummeted. Normally when someone said those words it was followed by something he didn't want to hear. "Just promise you won't get mad at me."

"Hey, I promise." Puck assured him turning Kurt's face to his and lightly pressing their lips together. He kept the kiss brief, sensing that now wasn't a time for a heavy make-out session.

Kurt took a breath before speaking, not facing Puck, but fixing his attention to the corner of the room instead.

"I know it's selfish of me to make you wait so long," Kurt explained. "But I'm simply not ready. I do love you, Noah, but I'm not ready."

"Not ready?" Puck asked scrunching his forehead in confusion. "Not ready for… Oh," He exclaimed as everything started to make sense. "You're not ready for sex."

"Please don't break up with me." Kurt interjected in a pleading voice.

"Never." Puck answered before shaking his head at how corny that single word sounded. "Your dad told you about running into me outside the sex shop didn't he?"

"He did." Kurt clarified. "I returned home from school and he told me he saw you coming out of there when he was on his way to the drycleaners." Puck hid a smirk as he realised Burt had lied to his son. "Then he forced me to listen to a horribly embarrassing speech about being safe and gentle when engaging in gay sex."

"Yeah, I got that speech too." Puck told him with understanding sympathy. "But relax. I'm not gonna break up with you and I'm not rushing you into anything. I've already told you that I'll wait as long as you need."

"I know that but… I worry you'll get bored of me and find someone else." Kurt admitted quietly.

"That's never gonna happen." Puck tried to tell him but Kurt was already pulling away from him and hugging Puckerone and Kurtina more tightly to his chest.

"But you're buying toys from a sex shop." Kurt pointed out. "You aren't getting enough sexual satisfaction with me. It won't be long till you go looking elsewhere."

"Kurt, that's enough." Puck told him his voice harsher than he intended it to be. "Look, I know I've had this sex-shark reputation in the past and I've never been faithful to anyone… but until you I've never properly dated anyone. I've never been in love with anyone. And I've never been with another guy; doesn't that mean anything to you? Do you still not trust me?"

"Of course I trust you." Kurt responded quickly moving closer to Puck again, squeezing his bicep tighter than he realised, a sure sign that he never wanted to let Puck go. "I just… I don't know. Sometimes I don't know what you see in me."

"I think that about you every day." Puck replied. "I don't think I'll ever understand what you see in me. But look, I'm not pressuring you for sex, what your old man saw me buying today, that wasn't for you. Santana bullied me into getting it for her and Brittany."

"Oh." Kurt said suddenly looking embarrassed. "Sorry." He added meekly.

"Forget it babe, we're cool." Puck smiled at him before kissing him deeply, producing a moan from the slender boy.

They fell back onto the bed, still kissing hotly as Puck pressed their bodies together. In no time at all, Puck was sporting an erection in his pants as was Kurt. As the pale boy stretched his neck invitingly, Puck turned his attention to that delicious throat. He did want to feel Kurt writhing beneath him in ecstasy, or to have Kurt inside of him again. Of course he wanted that, he was only human after all. The rod between Kurt's legs indicated that he wanted it to even if he didn't feel ready.

But as much as Puck wanted to tap his boyfriend's ass, he refused to give in to his urges and pressure Kurt in any way. As desperately as he wanted him, he'd never rush Kurt into something he wasn't ready for. He'd cut off his own dick before he ever treated Kurt so disrespectfully. So for now, making-out and dry-humping each other would have to be enough.

A needy whine passed through Kurt's lips, the sound making Puck's cock impossibly harder as they rubbed against one another.

"Action Man." Kurt breathed out huskily as he arched his body upwards, grinding himself closer to Puck.

It didn't take long for the two of them to erupt in their pants, both breathing heavily.

Dropping a kiss to Kurt's mouth, Puck rolled off of him suddenly feeling guilty for the little show Kurtina and Puckerone's innocent sewn-on eyes had just witnessed.

"Noah?" Kurt asked and Puck grunted to show he was listening. "Do you still think I'll get my memories back?"

"I know you will." Puck answered him with pseudo confidence. In all honesty, he was losing hope with every passing day and each headache Kurt suffered. He didn't want to tell Kurt that though, he had to keep the hope alive.

Kurt smiled beautifully and Puck knew he had given the right answer, or at least, the answer Kurt had wanted to hear. They kissed again before Kurt pulled back to look him in the eye.

"When I get my memories back," Kurt said. "Then I'll be ready to let you make love to me again."

He smiled up at him and Puck forced himself to smile back as Kurt engaged him in another kiss. His cock seemed to ache in disappointment. If Kurt was adamant that he wouldn't be ready for sex until his memories returned, then Puck might well spend the rest of his life shag-free.

To Be Continued

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