Chapter 63: Puck Stays
Over the next few hours, everyone sang and danced, and drank the remaining wine coolers.
Burt came home with Carole and came down to check on everyone. Kurt passed him the few boxes of pizza that were left, and Burt took them upstairs with him for himself and Carole.
Brittany was making out with Artie, and Rachel was drunk and clinging to Finn. Tina and Mike danced closely, but not the way Santana was with Puck. Santana was dancing sluttily with Puck, but everyone allowed it. There was no point in trying to get them to stop, since everyone knew how Santana would act if they did.
Kurt danced with Sam, whispering in his ear.
"Puck's still looking at me, isn't he?"
"Yeah. I can't wait to see what happens after." Sam said.
"Kurt, time for your friends to call their rides!" Burt called down to the basement.
"Okay!" Kurt yelled back. He was slightly buzzed, but not drunk. He and Sam had only had two wine coolers each, so they were still very coherent.
"Looks like the party's over." Finn said, hauling up his sleepy girlfriend. "Anyone need a ride home? I think my Mom can drive a couple of you home with me and Rachel."
"Britt and I need a ride." Santana said, pulling Brittany off Artie's lap. Brittany protested, but listened when Artie told her to go.
"Get your stuff." Finn said, supporting Rachel's weight as he grabbed her purse and both his and her jackets. Santana and Brittany got their stuff, and followed Finn as he carted Rachel along after him.
"I'm staying at Britt's tonight, so your Mom can just drop me there." Santana said, making her way up the stairs. "Oh, Porcelain..."
Kurt looked up at the Latina on his stairs.
"Yeah?" He said.
"Thanks for the party." Santana smirked. "Certainly was entertaining."
Santana let her eyes drift over to Puck, who had laid down on the couch.
"Thanks, Santana." Kurt smiled.
Santana pulled Brittany after her.
"She's right, Sugar." Mercedes said, giving Kurt a hug. "Pretty awesome party."
"Thanks, Boo." Kurt said, hugging his best friend tight.
"Any time." Mercedes let go to hug Sam. "Behave yourself tonight!"
Sam chuckled when Mercedes whispered that in his ear.
"It's not me you have to worry about behaving." Sam whispered back, pulling out of the hug.
Mercedes shook her head and smiled.
"Ready to go home, Artie?" She asked.
"Yep, got my stuff." Artie wheeled forward and bumped fists with Kurt and Sam. "Awesome party, Dudes."
"Totally." Mike said, giving a bro hug to the boys.
"Thanks for having us." Tina said, taking her turn to hug the boys.
"We're glad you guys had fun." Sam said, wheeling Artie to the foot of the stairs before Mike lifted Artie up out of it and carried him up. Mercedes followed with the chair, Tina following behind.
"That almost everyone?" Kurt said. "Where's Quinn go?"
"Right here, Kurt." Quinn appeared from the en suite. "Had to use the bathroom."
Quinn looked around.
"Guess everyone's gone?" She said.
"If you need a ride, Mercedes is still here. She's getting ready to take Artie home." Sam said.
"Awesome, thanks!" Quinn grabbed her sweater and purse and gave Kurt and Sam a quick kiss to the cheek. "Thanks for the cool party!"
Quinn raced up the stairs, calling out to Mercedes.
Sam chuckled, and Kurt looked around.
"It's just Puck now." He said.
"Let's see if we can get him up." Sam said, making his way to the Jewish boy. "Puck?"
Sam shook the boy's shoulder.
"Dude, everyone is gone. Party's over."
There was no response from Puck, except for snoring.
"Well, he's passed out." Sam said.
"Then set up the camera." Kurt mouthed.
Sam smiled, and nodded.
"Face it to the bed. I'll set mine to over look the couch." Kurt whispered as Sam passed by.
The two set the phones up, cameras ready for when the boys wanted to start recording.
"We need to call his Mom, let her know where he is." Kurt said, looking through the pockets of Puck's jacket, finally pulling out the phone.
"Jeez, no pass-code or anything?" Sam said as Kurt slid the lock on the phone.
"Guess not." Kurt shrugged.
Kurt scrolled through the contacts.
"No 'Mom' or 'Mother'." Kurt said.
"There is a 'Mama'." Sam said, laughing silently.
"Guess we'll try that one." Kurt giggled, pressing the call button and lifting the phone to his ear.
The phone rang a few times before someone answered.
"Noah? Where are you?" Kurt heard a woman ask.
"Sorry, is this Mrs. Puckerman?" Kurt asked.
"Yes. Who is this, and why do you have my son's phone?" The woman demanded.
"I'm Kurt Hummel, a friend of P-Noah's." Kurt corrected himself. "He came to my house for a party tonight."
"Oh, yes. He told me about that. I hope he didn't cause any trouble for you." Mrs. Puckerman said.
"Oh, no." Kurt hurried to say. "Other than falling asleep on my couch, he's been a great guest."
"Oh, Dear." Mrs. Puckerman sighed. "I suppose you found out he doesn't wake easily."
"Yes, I have." Kurt laughed.
"I have a hard time getting up for school in the morning myself." Puck's Mom laughed.
"Seeing as he's asleep, and won't awaken, do you mind if he just stays the night?" Kurt asked politely.
"Of course not, Dear." Mrs. Puckerman said. "But if you need to wake him in the morning, just yell out 'pancakes' or 'waffles'. He bolts out of bed for them. But make sure there are pancakes or waffles, otherwise he gets grouchy."
"Got it. Thank you, Mrs. Puckerman." Kurt said.
"Of course, Love." The lady said. "Just please have Noah call me when he wakes up in the morning."
"That will be no problem, Ma'am." Kurt said. "Have a good night, Mrs. Puckerman."
"You too, Dear." Kurt and Puck's Mom hung up, and Kurt placed Puck's phone on his beside table.
"Noah can stay the night, his Mom said." Kurt said, holding back a grin at using Puck's real name.
"Better tell your Dad." Sam said.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll do it now, before I do my nightly moisturizing." Kurt said, heading for the stairs.
