"Uh huh?" "Yes, of course ma'am." "You too." "Alright, bye." Kurt let the smile he forced while on the phone with customers slip off his face, and his normal wistful expression return. He clicked the phone down on the receiver and scribbled a message for his father on the sticky notes he had brought in. He smiled down at the colorful pieces of paper. He thought they were a much needed improvement over the old, grease-stained napkins that the mechanics had been using. He scooped up the five notes that he had written throughout the course of the day and turned on his heel, gliding over to the message board that had previously been used for take-out menus. Kurt sighed and one-by-one arranged the new memos, careful to place them in the time slots that he had hand-written earlier that morning.
"Perfect" He mused as he backed away, viewing his organization skills in full affect. "This will definitely make things easier." He said with a nod. He strode back to the desk and glanced out over the sea of car parts, and men wearing grease-stained cover-alls. He sighed and blew a strand of his honey-hued hair out of his eyes before sitting down on the stool and glancing up at the clock. There was too much time, and too little to do at the shop for a boy like Kurt.
Even though he was slightly miserable when he had to take shifts at his father's shop, he liked the feeling he got when helping his father out; it made him feel less useless in his father's eyes. Kurt knew his father would never call Kurt useless, but he couldn't help but wonder if those words had ever played through his mind throughout the years.
He bit his lip and dropped his gaze to begin examining his fingernails, thoughts such as the ones he was having were best thought while busying yourself so you couldn't dwell on them too completely.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on, I can't speak…
Kurt gasped and hopped off his stool as he dropped to his knees and fumbled with the zippers on his messenger bag. He never got calls at work, so he didn't even bother turning off his cell anymore. Of, course the one time it happens, and he has his bag with the innumerable amount of zippers and pockets.
"Oh god." He breathed as his thin, nimble fingers searched the confines of his messenger bag desperately. He could hear a couple of the workers chuckling at his ringtone choice, but he didn't care… it was the first song Blaine ever sang to him, and it was special. They could suck it.
He gasped as his fingertips brushed the cool metal of his iphone and he snatched it quickly, pulling it onto his opened palm and sliding the green bar over to answer the call. Too late. The call clicked off right as he was sliding the bar to the right. Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Of course." He muttered, as he straightened and rose to his feet.
"Hey, Lance Bass" A familiar voice teased with a quiet laugh. "Nice ring tone." Kurt's face flushed with color, his cheeks suddenly a rosy pink. He glanced up to see the face he expected to find, a smirking Noah Puckerman.
"What do you want, Puckerman?" He snapped, trying to hide the fact that he the older boy's teasing had gotten to him.
"Nothing much, just came to pick you up." He replied non-chalantly as he rested his elbows on the counter. Kurt furrowed his brow and shooed the boy's limbs off of his new workspace.
"No elbows on my desk, thank you very much." The younger teen stated with a narrowing of the eyes. He moved quickly and scurried around to the front of the desk, where he stood in front of the brick-wall of a man who had so often thrown him in the garbage. Puck raised an eyebrow and looked down at the wafer-like boy before him.
"Could you at least try to look like there's substance to you?" The bad-ass rocker mused as a fond smile toyed with his features. He reached for the thin shirt that clung to Kurt's new, lean figure tightly and showed off his maturing body. After his summer growth spurt, he found that he lost all of his baby fat, and he was slim and lean without even having to try. It was a nice surprise.
Kurt jumped back as Noah's hands slowly roamed across his chest and tried to slip around his back to pull him closer.
"Excuse you." He snapped, as his delicate features attempted to form an intimidating expression, but to no avail. "You are not permitted to touch." He added with a sharp nod of his head. He scooted back behind the desk to place a solid object between himself and the very sexual being that was exuding pheromones and attempting to catch Kurt's eye.
"What's wrong, Hummel? You scared you might like it?" He asked with a laugh, "Don't be ashamed, many have gone there, and although hesitant before hand, no one has ever complained."
Kurt's cheeks reddened an even deeper shade of crimson and he busied himself with the objects on his desk, and finding new places to put them. He inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes as he heard shifting fabric and the sound of the football player moving closer. He was not in the mood to deal with this right now. He jumped when his cellphone chirped at him, informing him that he had received a text. He exhaled a deep sigh of relief. Now he had something to distract him from the shark approaching on the left.
His fingers slid across the smooth screen and he made his way to his inbox where he had nothing but saved texts from his dreamy boyfriend. He chewed on his bottom lip as the name: Blaine 3 3 came up on the screen. He opened the text and skimmed the text, once through it, he read it again, then once more, his heart sinking further into the soles of his shoes with every read-through.
Hey Babe, Cnt mke it tonight. Im swamped with hmewrk. All of my teachers loaded it on this weeknd. Srry. Can we go out tmro instd? XX OO—B
Kurt's face fell and he bit his lip, feeling his emotions welling up on him. It was silly, he knew, to be so upset over such a little thing. He would still get to see Blaine; it just wouldn't be until the next night. No big deal. But that was a lie, because it was a big deal. Kurt had been looking forward to their date all week, and now he had nothing to look forward to for the evening. He sighed and chewed at his bottom lip. He inhaled a deep breath and slipped on his brave face, he was used to wearing that mask.
N.P Babe, ill just catch up on Grey's anatomy. C u tmrw. 3 K.H
Kurt dropped his phone on the counter cringing slightly at the dull thud, but shrugging and looking up at the man who was still standing there staring.
"Are you still here?" He asked, trying to sound completely disinterested. Puck smirked and stepped closer.
"Ha. Ha. Very Funny, now are you coming or not?" The taller musician mused as he held out his hand for the small boy before him. Kurt considered taking his hand, but looked up instead. He shook his head and slipped his hands behind his back and laced his fingers through each other.
"Nuh, uh. Why would I go anywhere with you, Puckerman?" He asked with a hint of a smile. Oh God, Kurt. Are you flirting with Puck? He asked himself with a tinge of disgust. He shook his head and dropped the smile. Puck remained unshaken and he raised an eyebrow.
"I can think of a couple reasons you would want to go with me…" He whispered, a hint of sensuality streaming through his words. He waggled his eyebrows at the blushing boy and edged closer. Kurt was mesmerized, he had to admit it, but then his phone chirped once more and the spell was broken. He scrambled for his phone and slid the bar across, a nervous smile on his face as he opened the message and read,
Ur mad.
Kurt sighed and read the two words over and over again before biting his lip, considering the best reply that didn't hurt his love's feelings, but still got his point across.
Not Mad. Disappointed.
Kurt sighed and leaned back against the counter, waiting for the reply. He glanced up to keep one eye on the sexual shark, who was smirking, undeterred. Kurt's phone buzzed, a welcomed escape from watching the mohawked maniac.
Im srry. SO. SO. Sorry. Frgve me? Id rther b w u anyways, u knw that.
Kurt couldn't help but smile. There was no way he could stay mad at that boy. He figured that would be a problem later on in their relationship if Blaine figured it out but for now he couldn't help but forgive him.
Of course I do, silly boy. Good Luck w hmewrk. 3 u
It only took a brief moment for the reply to chirp at Kurt. He looked down.
Ok. If ur sure. Love you too, forever and always. XX OO – B
Kurt shivered as his eyes skimmed across the words forever and always, and he sighed contented. He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked out into the workroom dreamily. He couldn't wait to see Blaine the next night… he was hoping they could take a step further into their relationship.
Puck cleared his throat and Kurt jumped, shaken out of his daydream.
"C'mon man, this is not fun if you ignore me the entire time."
"Hmh, sorry. Right. Okay." He looked over at Noah and cocked his head. "Where were we?" Puck sighed and rolled his eyes. He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's thin, fragile wrist. He leaned down and scooped Kurt bag up in one arm and pulled him out of the garage. Kurt exclaimed in protest, but Puck continued to pull him out until they were in front of his car.
"You weren't joking about going with you, were you?"
"Does it look like I'm joking, Hummel?" Puck shook his head and opened the passenger door, before pushing the thin boy into the seat and dumping his bag into his lap. "Watch your fingers…" He warned before closing the door with a snap. Kurt shifted in the seats, thinking back to all the times the jock had bragged about the scores he had, and the younger boy couldn't help but think a couple of those must have happened here. It seemed like a Puck thing to do. He shivered and looked down at the seats. At least these weren't his nicest pants; he could burn them once they got home.
"So, buckle your seatbelt, dummy." Puck said with a gentle laugh. "You're smart, Hummel. You know that with me behind the wheel that melon of yours is in danger of being squished."
Kurt's little mouth fell opened in protest and he reached a hand to feel his head before moving and clicking the buckle in place.
"Where exactly are we going, Noah?" Kurt began his tone timid with nerves. He hadn't spent much time in cars alone, with boys, and Puck was probably the most dangerous male to lock one's self up with. Puck seemed transfixed by something Kurt had said. His eyes shimmered slightly and he bit his bottom lip gently. He seemed to be considering something but shrugged it off and revved the engine.
"Glee meeting, what else? Now hold onto that pretty little hair of yours because I'm about to rock your world." The older boy laughed before they peeled out of the parking lot. Kurt couldn't help but have fun on the drive to the auditorium. There were a lot of things that Puck wasn't, but fun was not one of them.
