I do not own Glee

Chapter 2:

"Uh bye," Puck said hurriedly as he tossed his phone on the bed then stared at Finn with wide eyes.

Finn looked at him dumbly and raised an eyebrow as he stopped ogling over Puck's Playboy magazines. "What the hell dude? Did you reach Quinn?"

"Wrong number," Puck said. Well he had Quinn on his speed dial so why the hell did he reach somebody else? And as fate was so fucked up lately, he had reached the one person who would make his life miserable soon. Kurt Hummel. And damn, he had a girly voice.

"Girly voice?" Finn repeated incredulously. He must have said it out loud. Puck nodded absently.

"I dialed Kurt Hummel's number. Mom must have put it and accidentally replaced Quinn's," he said. Give it to his mom to mess up with his phone and what a fucking coincidence. Finn then asked who the hell Kurt Hummel was.

"The guy I'm getting married to," Puck answered automatically. The words left a bad taste in his mouth. Damn it, this could not be happening to him. Fuck, he wouldn't allow this to happen. And as if someone knocked the sense out of him, he crossed the room quickly toward his closet and pulled out his duffel bag and started stuffing it with some random clothes.

He felt Finn grabbed his arms while he was about to throw a pair of Levi's in the bag. "Bro what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm doing the laundry," Puck said sarcastically. "I'm going away, as far away from here as possible. They can't make me marry some random dude." He quickly zipped the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

"How about the family business Puck? Are you gonna bail out on your parents just like that?" Finn said and Puck wanted to punch his best friend for being so damn righteous. He slumped weakly against the closet door. He knew the battle was lost without even starting the fight.

"Dude this is messed up. I'm messed up. How about Quinn? Damn, I love her so much. I don't want to let her go," he said as he swallowed a huge lump in his throat. His chest tightened with pain. How could life be so unfair? One minute, he was damn straight happy, the next he was miserable as fuck. How could things go to being so smooth to being so rough all of sudden? Finn was right, he just couldn't bail out on the deal, a lot of people relied on him. This was not just about saving the family business; this was also about their employees who would soon be jobless if the agreement didn't go as plan. He couldn't let those people down. He might be a bad ass but he was definitely not an asshole.

Finn clapped him on the shoulder. "Bro, I believe Quinn will understand. And you said that you just have to stay in the marriage for two years then you're free to go. It's not like you're gonna fall for that Hummel kid."

Puck let out a chuckle. "Fuck no dude." He was not going to let some stranger ruin his relationship with Quinn, so with a sudden burst of energy, he grabbed his phone again. He would make Quinn understand and he knew that she would. She was the most understanding person in the world and he was damn grateful that she chose to love him.

With a determination on his face, Puck dialed Quinn's number and made sure it was the right number.

"Hey baby, I got something to tell you," he started, quite nervously.

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"For the nth time white boy, you are looking hot." Kurt rolled his eyes at his best friend as he adjusted the collar of his black off shoulder, body hugging cashmere. If he so say himself, he looked really good. Well, it didn't hurt to doll himself up now that he was about to meet his soon to be beau.

He bit down on his lip as he styled his hair. He didn't want to look like he made a huge effort to look good so he just dressed simply, just an off shoulder cashmere over a skin tight white jeans. He couldn't help but be nervous. For the first time, he was about to meet his future husband. To be honest, a lot of emotions filled his entire being. He was nervous, happy, giddy, excited and did he mention, nervous? Sure, this marriage for convenience thing got a lifespan. He specifically told his dad that two years of companionship would be enough for him. His dad just stared him and agreed and didn't ask questions. He was really thankful that his dad understood him.

"Kurt!" The booming voice of his dad snapped Kurt out of his reverie and he looked at Mercedes with panic in his eyes. Oh my God, they're here."Get ready, the Puckermans will be arriving in a few."

Kurt felt faint but he tried to snap out of it by breathing slowly. He didn't want to risk hyper ventilation in a moment like this.

"Wow, sweet ride." He heard Mercedes said who was standing by his window. He knew that she had seen the Puckermans' arrival "They're here Kurt. And oh my God, you are so effin lucky white boy. That guy is damn hot for words."

Suddenly, he felt several inches shorter. Noah Puckerman was a good looking guy whereas he was just plain vanilla. He was crazy to think that he could pull this drama off. He couldn't believe he had agreed to his dad about doing this. Was he that desperate or what? This was the last straw, after this craziness, he vowed not to have random dates with random guys his dad set him up with.

Okay, in the first place, why did he agree to do this? He rattled his brains for the answer. Did he have a selective amnesia or something? And then he remembered, his mischievous dad blackmailed him into doing this. Burt told him that if he wouldn't agree with the deal, he would be forced to buy Puckerman Corp., and a lot of people wiould lose their job. Kurt didn't want that to happen so he agreed. Sometimes, his dad was evil but he loved him to the core.

"Kurt! Are you still on that moisturizing shit of yours? Get down here!" Kurt winced at his dad's audacity. He took one last look at Mercedes and swallowed hard.

The moment of truth.

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Okay, he looks like a girl. Too feminine. Wait, am I in twilight zone or something?Puck thought as he looked at Kurt through the rim of his Wayfarers. He was standing alone at the grand foyer. Dinner was over and after the long suffering meet and greet, he was finally alone. He definitely looks vulnerable, too soft. And damn, his shoulders are fine.Puck smirked at his own silly thoughts. For the first time in his life, he was checking out another dude. Well, Kurt was not just another dude, because he definitely didn't look like a dude and he bet Kurt would totally scream at him if he called him dude. But whatever, Kurt Hummel may look pretty but it still didn't erase the fact that he was part of the reason why he was miserable.

His conversation with Quinn didn't go very well. Their thirty minute talk had comprised mostly of a lot of screaming from Quinn and a lot of apologies from him. He didn't want to do it over the phone but due to the current situation, he had no other choice.

"Hey Noah," Kurt said softly and Puck was taken aback when Kurt suddenly materialized in front of him.

"It's Puck," he said coldly. Noah was for his mom, dad, Quinn and other special people in his life. Kurt definitely wasn't part of it.

Kurt dropped his gaze. "Uh Puck. Well I noticed you didn't touch your food."

"Not in the mood," he said flatly as he watched his parents laughed with Burt Hummel, the man he wanted to run over with his car. "And it's not like you eat yours too," he added. He knew because he had watched Kurt ate. He ate like a bird or something. Kurt had barely touched his food. That was why he was too skinny. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry about getting in you in this mess," Kurt said. Puck watched him as he nervously clutched the hem of his sweatshirt. It looked cute but he was not in the mood to appreciate. Since he first landed his eyes on Kurt, it was loathe at first sight. He knew that Kurt, just like him, was just dragged into this mess but he couldn't help but feel a foreboding annoyance on the brunet. "And I'm sorry about Quinn."

How the fuck did he knew about his girlfriend?

"How the hell did you find out about her? Have you been spying on me or something? Did you and your dad plan about this long time ago?" Puck growled at him, he knew he was being irrational but he wanted to blame somebody for this whole drama shit.

Puck saw tears filled Kurt's eyes but Kurt just closed them to stave it off. Yeah, cry like I give a fuck,he thought savagely.

"I... I didn't mean this to happen. Maybe I could talk to my dad to stop this."

Puck snorted. "You really don't get it do you?" he snarled as he advanced on Kurt. "That deal with my parents was just a lousy cover to this whole shit. Daddy dearest bought me for you. To make his princess damn happy."

Kurt's eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

"My parents told me that your dad has been eyeing our company for years, so when the opportunity strikes, he pounced. I can't believe you're so naïve. Tightly wrapped up in your Barbie world are you?"

"My dad is not like that," Kurt said, his voice was hard but it wavered and Puck couldn't help but snickered. "I don't want to do this as much as you do."

Puck raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He laughed bitterly. "Like I believe that Kurt. You've been looking at me like I'm a piece of meat." Puck knew he sounded arrogant but it was the truth. He could feel Kurt's gazes at him. It had longing in them.

Kurt blushed crimson and Puck smirked.

"Here's the deal princess, after the fucking wedding, I'm free to do whatever I want. That includes me continue dating Quinn. I don't care what you do with yours just as long as it doesn't interrupt mine."

Kurt nodded and he opened his mouth again to say something but then he closed it again.

"I know what your dad is up to Kurt," Puck said and Kurt looked up at him with those questioning blue eyes. "He thinks I'm gonna fall in love with you and we'll live happily ever after."

"No, it's not like that. It's – "

"Not gonna happen," Puck cut him off. If Burt Hummel expected him to fall in love with his son, he was dead wrong. He only had eyes for Quinn and a queer wouldn't make that feeling turned off. He already had plans. He planned to treat Kurt so badly until he gave up on the deal.

Kurt Hummel wouldn't last a month and then he would be a free man again.