Dreaming

Summary- Kurt has a strange dream about a threesome involving Noah Puckerman and Sam Evans

Rating: M

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Sam Evans

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes. Homosexual relationships ahead: don't like? Kindly get away from my profile.

AU: Season 2, No Blaine. Disregards ALL canon ships in S2 regarding Kurt, Puck and Sam. Kurt does not attend Dalton

Kurt rather thought that he deserved a very long nap after that Glee Club rehearsal. It had been oddly taxing. They were perfecting their dancing skills during a long allotted rehearsal space where Mike and Brittany attempted to get everybody up to speed with their latest routine for Regionals. Mike and Brittany had swept everyone away at Sectionals with their choreography and they wanted the dancing to be just as good during Regionals.

Kurt himself was a fairly competent dancer. He wasn't as good as Mike, Brittany, Santana or even Rachel, but he could move pretty well and his flexibility afforded him a lot of mistakes with accuracy. So Kurt got to sit at the front with the other (Santana, Rachel, Quinn and Tina) while Mike and Brittany taught the others. Artie was exempt from his particular exercise.

Mercedes just wasn't getting it, the same went for Finn. Sam and Puck were trying really hard to get it down. Mr Schuester had left Mike and Brittany in charge whilst he presumably went to woo Mrs. Pillsbury some more even though the recent change in her title meant that she was taken by the cute dentist, Carl.

Brittany had taken pity on Mercedes and Finn and had let them leave the rehearsal early due to their reluctance to dance. To be fair to them, Santana was hurling insults at them whenever they moved. Brittany quietly moved over to gently berate Santana for her bullying whilst Mike worked on the remaining two dancers: Sam and Puck.

Kurt was pleasantly eager to notice that both boys had removed their sweat-covered shirts during the exhausting process. So he shamelessly sat and ogled them as their muscular figures moved tirelessly to perform the dance steps. Mike, however, was not so willing to be lenient.

"You guys are so close, you're just not quite getting these steps down." Mike sighed with minor frustration. Then he remembered the power of Beyoncé herself. That was it. That was the key to getting these steps learnt.

Kurt.

"Kurt!"

Kurt directed his attention (rather reluctantly) from the shirtless boys and focused on Mike, who looked him over expectantly. "Yes?"

"Could you maybe take over for a while? You were great when teaching the football team how to loosen up for Single Ladies. Maybe that same sort of technique could work again with this?" Mike suggested.

Kurt shrugged. Maybe he would find an excuse to brush up against the boys and live one of his fantasies.

"Alright boys, let's go from the top…" Kurt instructed and watched their current progress before diving into command mode and helping them brush up on their fluidity. Mike had doused himself in water and was currently patting his face dry with a towel. Kurt raised an eyebrow at a soaked Mike Chang, but remembered his girlfriend sitting not too far away from his current location. He averted his eyes and continued the choreography. He mad excuses to correct the boys' work by adjusting their bodies with a more…hands-on approach. He felt the firmness of Sam's abs and the strong muscles that lay beneath Puck's arms. This was Kurt's heaven.

It was no wonder that he was still thinking about it when he went to sleep.

And you know what they say: You usually dream about the last thing you think about before you go to sleep…

Kurt dreamt that he was in the locker room after that particular dance session. He didn't know why was in there, but he seemed to be looking for something. And he wasn't the only one.

Sam and Puck stormed into the locker room, determined looks on both of their faces. Kurt turned around quickly, meeting their eyes. The lust was clear from their expressions and Kurt was slightly taken aback. The two jocks quickly placed themselves either side of Kurt, who frowned.

"You've been a bad boy, Kurt." Puck rumbled lowly. Kurt was immediately turned on by his tone.

Sam coughed. "You used Glee rehearsal to try and come onto us, even though you know we're both straight guys." Both boys were driving Kurt insane just by talking in a lower register.

"I wasn't trying to—."

"Cut the bullshit, Kurt." Puck interjected, slamming a fist into the locker. Kurt jumped slightly, but couldn't deny how hot this situation was. He knew that he had to be dreaming; only in a dream would the two hottest guys in the school be acting in such a manner towards him.

"We don't want to hurt you, Kurt." Sam added. Kurt nodded slowly.

"So what do you want?" He asked curiously. Was this actually going where he thought it was going?

The boys looked at each other and smirked. "We want you to know what you missed out on." They chorused together and whipped their shirts off quickly. Kurt was dizzied by the sudden display of hot bodies that immediately pressed against him. Puck's face delved into his neck, inhaling his scent. Sam placed his forehead against Kurt's, looking down at the pale boy.

"Let's have some fun." The blonde whispered intensely, pressing his lips firmly against Kurt's. Puck's warm lips attached themselves to Kurt's exposed neck and began sucking on the flesh, probably leaving territorial marks that Kurt would have to cover up with a scarf. However, he couldn't deny how aroused this was making him. Puck's hips bucked up into his ass and that made Kurt press deeper into Sam's crotch, making all three of them hiss.

"Too many clothes." Sam grunted telegraphically. Puck nodded communicatively, unbuttoning Kurt's shirt from behind him. Kurt felt the strong hands messing with the material and craved them all over his skin.

As the two pairs of hands explored his body and back, Kurt noticed the rough, calloused feel of the fingers and he put that down to their guitar playing. Sam's thumb hit his nipple and tweaked it with his forefinger, making Kurt throw his head back onto Puck's chest. Puck's large hand smacked his ass, grabbing it firmly. Kurt knew that all of their clothes needed to come off as soon as possible. Sam seemed to have read his mind and attacked his jeans button, popping it open and dragging down the zipper. Puck worked in tandem and pulled the material down Kurt's legs. Kurt completed the motion by stepping out of his pants, kicking them across the floor. A little dirt and dust wouldn't kill them, right?

Before Kurt could even think about doing anything else, Puck and Sam had removed their own jeans, throwing them onto the pile to join Kurt's. All three boys pressed together again, their bulges warm against the body they touched. Surprisingly, Puck wasn't going commando, nor was Sam. Kurt still felt the size of the two boys' lengths as they pressed against. They were almost-hard, and Kurt saw this as the perfect moment to make them fully aroused. He dropped quickly to his knees and cupped both of the bulges in his hands. It was hard to tell who was bigger as the two jocks angled themselves so that they were facing Kurt and so that he could access both of them easily.

Sam's hand reached out and touched Puck's pecs, causing the other boy to bite his lip before leaning over to kiss Sam, their lips battling in a hectic dance. It was raw and animalistic and just what Kurt needed to make himself fully erect. He quickly palmed his own bulge before pulling down the boys' underwear. Both of their cocks sprang out of their confines and Kurt was mightily impressed with the size of them both. He estimated that Sam was a little longer but Puck's cock had weight and thickness that made it perfect for Kurt to suck.

Contrarily, he took Sam into his mouth first as his hand gripped Puck and lazily stroked the length, twisting his hand at the end. Sam's cock entered his mouth and Kurt quickly calculated how much he thought he could take. With a few tries, he knew that he could take it all.

Kurt's tongue swirled around the tip before dragging itself wetly up the underside, making Sam shudder.

Puck was getting immensely turned on by the sight before him combined with the firm feeling of Kurt's hand gripping Puckzilla and pleasuring it. Kurt worked on Sam's cock some more, feeding more down his throat until he found his nose hitting Sam's neat pubic hair. Sam was in absolute ecstasy. He never knew that blowjobs could be so good. He wondered what fucking Kurt would be like if getting blown by him felt so good. He and Puck hadn't figured out a system, but he assumed that they would take turns fucking Kurt. That made the most sense anyway. Sam could feel the build of his orgasm approaching and grabbed Kurt's head, pulling it (very reluctantly) away from his cock. Sam sent him a suggestive grin and Kurt licked his lips to wipe away the pre-cum before getting to work servicing Puck's massive member. Puck smirked at the sight of Kurt finally starting to lick the tip of his cock, coiling a hand around to meet the back of his head, pulling it further down his cock. Kurt's willing mouth sank all the way down, further than anybody had ever gone before. Puck moaned softly as his cock his the back of Kurt's throat, the warmth feeling oh so good on his shaft.

Kurt continued to pull away and use his tongue in creative ways, ways that Puck had never imagined that a tongue could be used. It was only when Sam started to get impatient that Kurt finally stopped.

"I think we're ready, Kurt. Now let's get your prepared for our big cocks." Sam suggested, pulling Kurt from the ground and pulling his boxers slowly down his legs. Puck slapped Kurt's ass whilst Sam used his large mouth to suck Kurt's cock, which had painfully hardened whilst he was on his knees.

Kurt shivered when Puck's tongue flicked against his hole. Puck slapped his ass again, before inserting his tongue a little deeper. Kurt was seeing stars. He couldn't concentrate on the feeling of Puck's tongue because he was then reminded of Sam's warm mouth greeting his cock. His breaths were short and ragged; pleasure took over and he didn't think he could take much more when Puck began scissoring his fingers inside his hole.

"Enough, I'm ready." Kurt mumbled breathlessly, needing a cock inside him as soon as possible.

"You sure?" Sam moved his mouth and tongue away from Kurt's length and cocked his head. Kurt nodded frantically.

Puck spat inside his hole before moving his fingers to Kurt's mouth, prying it open and feeling Kurt's saliva coating his digits. Sam stood up and stroked his thick cock several times before feeding it back inside Kurt's welcoming mouth. Kurt hummed around the large length when Puck pressed the head of his own monster inside his ass.

"Fuck," Puck moaned, feeling the tightness of Kurt clenching around the head of his cock. He pushed a few more of his ten inches inside and moaned again. Kurt was adjusting to his size and it was more than a little painful.

Sam grasped Kurt's head and pushed it as far as it could go on his cock, feeling Kurt's exhalation on his pubic hair.

Puck pulled completely out before slamming roughly back into Kurt's ass. The submissive boy grunted and took his wet mouth off Sam's cock. "Harder." He begged before returning to Sam's cock. Sam was well aware of his impending orgasm and knew that he wouldn't last much longer with the pressure of Kurt's tongue on his shaft.

He was proved correct when he felt the familiar tugging sensation and bit his lip. "Kurt, I'm about to cum!" He warned quickly and Kurt just looked up at him. Sam swore it was the hottest thing he had ever seen (and that was saying something since he was currently looking at the naked beauty of Noah Puckerman fucking Kurt Hummel). Kurt nodded shortly and Sam shot his load straight down Kurt's throat. The boy swallowed everything, swirling his tongue around Sam's tip to make sure he collected it all.

"Oh my God." Sam muttered, coming down from his high. Kurt grinned up at him. Puck was still pounding the fuck out of Kurt's ass. Puck abruptly pulled out, leaving Kurt feeling doubly empty and not happy.

"What are you doing?" He hissed, turning his head back to Puck.

"Evans, lie down." Puck instructed. Sam nodded, lying on his back, his cock rapidly beginning to harden again. His recovery time was more than stellar enough to go for a second round with Kurt and Puck. Kurt immediately knew what was about to happen and he was more excited than he was apprehensive.

He straddled Sam, kissing his lips and dragging his tongue down his muscled chest, before lowering his ass onto the thick length beneath him. Kurt impaled himself on Sam and the latter hissed with pleasure. This was much, much better than the fellatio. Even though Puck's thickness had split Kurt's ass apart, he was still miraculously tighter than anything Sam had experienced.

"Ride him." Puck commanded, stroking himself at the sight of the boys fucking. Kurt began to fuck himself on Sam's cock. Sam was exhausted from his first orgasm, so he was partially glad that Kurt was doing all of the work. Kurt's hands pressed onto Sam's abs before tweaking his sensitive nipples.

When he was satisfied, Puck lowered himself to the ground and worked his throbbing cock into the extremely small opening without giving Kurt any warning. Kurt's eyes widened at the surprise of the pressure, but he liked it. Sam used his core strength to lean up and kiss Kurt passionately as he fucked upwards into Kurt's ass. Puck pushed the rest of his cock in, truly ripping Kurt's ass. It should've been painful, but something about the ecstasy Kurt was feeling dulled the pain. Sam felt the friction of Puck's cock as the other jock pounded Kurt's ass at the same time as Sam. Kurt felt the two massive cocks thrust into him and his prostate was being hammered expertly at this point. When he felt like he could take no more, he tugged on his cock and shot his load all over Sam's chest and face. Sam licked the cum off himself before swiping a finger over Kurt's tip, cleaning it of his juices.

Puck grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching and pulled out of Kurt quickly, leaving the boy to ride Sam hard. Puck walked around Kurt and aimed his cock at his face. Puck smirked as the remembered the time that he had read about semen being an effective moisturiser. He wondered if Kurt would approve as the thick ropes of cum latched onto Kurt's skin. One by one, they covered Kurt's entire face. Kurt felt the hot liquid run down his face and onto his body, but was too busy rotating his hips for Sam that he ignored it.

"Cum inside me, Sam." Kurt breathed and Sam obliged, bucking his hips upwards one final time as his juices exploded inside the pale boy. Kurt's ass clenched around Sam's cock as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of Kurt's ass.

As the boys began to dress, Puck chuckled slightly.

"I never thought I'd ever have a threesome with two boys, but it was definitely the best sex of my life. You two are fucking amazing."

"I'll second that. I'm definitely doing that again."

Kurt stiffened as he tried to walk and was laughed at by the jocks. "When I'm able to regain function in my ass, I'm not averse to having it brutally pounded by you two big boys again."

"Make sure to hit us up, Kurt." Puck hi-fived Sam as they walked out of the locker room. Kurt fell back against the locker and—

-woke up. His eyes shot open and he gasped, believing everything he had just dreamt was real. Of course, it wasn't and would probably never be. He felt a wet spot in his pants that revealed that his body enjoyed that dream as much as his mind did.

He had no idea how he was going to look at Sam and Puck at the next Glee rehearsal without seeing everything his mind had conjured. He was pretty sure that he would remember those specific images forever.

Kurt had never liked dreaming, but now he had a definite reason to start enjoying what his mind created more often. Well, if the dreams were of that nature, then he was definitely on board.

The next day, Kurt walked into the choir room. Everybody was already there as he had tried to stall for as long as he could. Mike walked up to him pointedly.

"We made some really good progress yesterday, Kurt. I'd like it if we could continue with that dynamic once more. Sam, Puck, on your feet!" Mike called over to them and they stood up, approaching Kurt.

Puck flashed Kurt a sexy smile, winking.

"I think I need help with loosening my hips." Sam muttered to Kurt so nobody but he and Puck could hear. Kurt frowned, wondering if he was suddenly prophetic with his dreams. Was that about to happen in real life?

Kurt began to run through the steps, pointing out where the boys went wrong. Puck fell onto the floor and, as Kurt was going to help him up, Puck pulled him down on top of him. The rest of the club had gone to the auditorium to practise the singing (which Kurt, Sam and Puck had already nailed) so it was just the three of them. Kurt felt Puck's chest rise and fall beneath him and jolted as Sam's hand connected with his ass.

"We have a little proposition for you…" Puck trailed off as Kurt felt his rapidly swelling cock poke into his crotch.

Kurt swallowed. Yep, he was definitely seeing the future in his dreams.

Author's Note: There is DEFINITELY not enough Suckurt fiction about on this website.

The song is Dreaming by Leighton Meester from her debut album Heartstrings