Chapter 65: Fake Sleep

Kurt was jolted awake at two sixteen in the morning when he felt a hand on his arm. He peered into the darkness, his eyes slitted to appear sleeping, and saw a figure looming over him. Kurt knew it wasn't Sam, since Sam was snoring lightly from beside him.

'Puck.' Kurt thought. 'He's awake. Good thing the cameras are on.'

Kurt made it seem like he was turning over in his sleep, and Puck's muscular figure pulled back slightly. Kurt looked at Sam through the slits of his eyes, and saw his boyfriend on his stomach, one arm stretched over Kurt's chest and shoulder, and the other under the pillow his head was on.

"Kurt, you awake?" Puck whispered, shaking Kurt gently. Kurt kept his breathing even, pretending to still sleep.

"Hummel, dammit, wake up!" Puck shook Kurt a little harder, and Kurt just shifted his body, before settling back into place.

"Fuck, Hummel, where's my damn phone?" Puck whispered, getting frustrated.

'He's found his phone missing. Means he has his jacket and was gonna leave.' Kurt thought, hearing Puck move around.

He knew Puck wouldn't dare turn on the lights, so Kurt listened to Puck stumble into things around the room.

"He looking for his phone?"

Kurt angled his head and saw Sam peering at him slightly, making it seem like he was still asleep too.

"Yeah, he doesn't know where I put it." Kurt whispered back, almost inaudibly. "Shhh, he's coming back."

Kurt and Sam closed their eyes again as Puck approached the bed.

"Fucking Hell. I swear I'll kill you, Kurt." Puck muttered. Puck felt on the bedside table, but there wasn't any phones. Kurt heard Puck try to open the drawer, but it was locked tight.

"Shit!" Puck said. "I doubt he has it on him, but..."

Kurt felt his side of the bed dip, and felt the comforter shifted off his legs. The next thing he knew, Puck was patting his hands along the leg of Kurt's pajamas, looking for the pockets. Kurt felt Puck's large hands on the pockets of his pajamas, and then heard a groan of frustration when Puck realized his phone wasn't on Kurt.

"Fuck, Hummel, what did you do with my phone?" Puck let his head drop lightly on Kurt's stomach, and Kurt peered out at Sam. Sam was watching quietly, and gave Kurt a wink. Kurt winked back and both closed their eyes before Kurt moaned quietly and lifted his hand to Puck's head.

"Ohhh, Sam." Kurt played it off, turning his head to the side and running his hand over Puck's mohawk. Puck jerked his head up.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Puck said, pressing his face into his hand. "I'm looking for my fucking phone, and you're having a goddamn sex dream about your boyfriend?"

"Mmmmm, Sam." Kurt breathed out, letting his hand run over Puck's arm.

"Dammit, Hummel, this is not happening again! You are not gonna get me horny!" Puck went to get off the bed, but Kurt grabbed him and pulled him down. "Oooommpphh!"

Puck landed beside Kurt, and Kurt snuggled up to the Jewish boy.

"Oh, Hell no." Puck tried to pull Kurt's arms from around his waist, but the boy wouldn't budge. "Jeez, how are your arms this strong?"

Puck didn't get how such a scrawny kid could have that much upper body strength.

"Will you let go?" Puck said, getting desperate. Kurt pressed close to Puck, nuzzling his face into Puck's chest. "'Love you, Sam."

"God, I'm not Sam! I'm Puck, now let go!" Puck struggled with the boy in his arms, and looked over at Sam. Puck reached over with one arm, and jostled Sam.

"Evans, wake the fuck up!" He said.

"Not now, Kurt." Sam rolled over and bit back the smile that was trying to escape.

'Puck has no way to get Kurt off him. This is going to be an interesting video.' Sam thought.

"Oh, come on!" Puck said, his voice disbelieving. "Evans, wake up and get your boyfriend off of me!"

Puck shoved Sam, and Sam smacked his hand away.

"Kurt, no movie until tomorrow." Sam muttered.

"Oh, this is just great." Puck said out loud. "I can't find my damn phone, Hummel's wrapped himself around me like a python, and neither of you will wake up from whatever strange dreams you're having. Could this get any worse?"

Kurt bit his lip and pressed his hips forward, earning a groan from Puck.

"And Hummel has a fucking boner. Just great." Puck sighed, trying to shift his hips back. Kurt pressed forward and ground his pelvic region into Puck, and Puck swore under his breath.

"I can't believe this is happening." Puck said, trying to avoid Kurt's gyrating hips. "I cannot have a boner brought on by Hummel. Not again."

Puck brought his hand to Kurt's hip and pushed, but Kurt rotated his hips so that Puck's hand ended up slipping between them.

"Hummel, for Christ Sake, wake up from whatever sex dream you're having already." Puck tried to move his hand from Kurt's pajama covered hard cock, but Kurt made it seem like he was dreaming and brought his hand down to Puck's pressing into the other boy's hand.

"No, this shouldn't be happening." Puck moaned, feeling his erection growing in his jeans. "I like chicks, not dudes."

'Apparently not.' Kurt thought, feeling Puck's boner against him. Kurt pulled closer to Puck and Puck sighed.

"What's it gonna take to get you off me?" He said, unaware Kurt and Sam were both awake.

Kurt pressed his cock against Puck, making it seem like a coincidence.

"Fuck." Puck closed his eyes and opened them again. "Guess I gotta do this, if only to get you off me."

Puck began rubbing his hand over Kurt's erection, making Kurt whimper.

"Yeah, of course you'd like that." Puck moaned, fighting the pleasure he felt at the feel of Kurt's cock. Puck rubbed harder, and Kurt arched into his hand.

"How close are you?" Puck wondered, his voice getting raspy as he felt his own pleasure building.

"Ohhh, Sam. Yeah...right there, like that." Kurt imagined it was Sam touching him, and Sam was pleased.

'I'm glad he's thinking of me while Puck's doing whatever to him.' Sam thought. 'Makes me love him even more.'

Kurt felt his orgasm peak, and he shuddered as he came around Puck's hand, though he was wearing his pajamas.

Puck felt Kurt's release, and it triggered his, making his boxers and jeans wet with his cum.

"Fuck." Puck gasped. "I can't believe Hummel did this to me."

Kurt moaned gently, letting his grip slacken.

"Sam...perfect...'love you." He muttered, turning over towards Sam and laying on his stomach.

"Finally!" Puck pulled off the bed quickly. "I'm actually glad you two are sleeping. Evans would have killed me for that!"

Sam grinned to himself before turning to Kurt and flinging an arm over his back.

The boys heard Puck hurry off to the en suite and shut the door behind him before they risked whispering.

"All of that on camera." Kurt said.

"Did you like it?" Sam asked.

"Yes and no." Kurt admitted, hearing the sink water run. "Yes, because it was pleasurable. No, because-"

"It wasn't my hand on you?" Sam cut in.

"Yeah." Kurt said, glad Sam couldn't see his red face in the dark.

"It's okay. We did what we had to." Sam said. "But you're taking care of this-"

Sam brought Kurt's hand down discreetly and slowly, not to show on camera, down to his hard dick.

"Tomorrow." Sam finished.

"Of course." Kurt said. "By the way, 'no movie until tomorrow'?"

"First thing that popped into my head." Sam said.

The water turned off, and the bathroom door opened.

"Quickly, pretend to sleep." Kurt whispered, and he and Sam shut their eyes.

Puck walked over again.

"I should hate you, Kurt. But I can't." Puck sighed. The two on the bed felt the comforter being lifted over them. "I like you. I guess I like guys in general, just as well as girls. Pretty sure of it."

Puck tucked them in and sighed.

"I don't know what to do. I don't know any other guys in Lima that are gay, besides you two." Puck said. "And it sucks, especially since I'm dating Santana."

Puck walked back to the couch, Kurt and Sam looked over quietly.

"I don't feel anything for her." Puck laid down and covered up with the duvet. "I don't feel much since I knocked Quinn up. I'd give anything to feel something again, with either a dude or a chick."

Puck closed his eyes.

"And I really need to stop talking to myself, in the dark."

Puck shut up and slowly, sleep took over him.

Kurt turned to look at Sam.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked.

"Probably not." Sam admitted. "Say what we're thinking on three?"

"Yeah. One-"

"Two-" Sam counted.

"Three." Kurt said.

The two spoke at the same time.

"Blaine."