Oki-dokie, I got a bunch of great reviews for this so I'm gonna put up the second chapter. It's pretty much Purt-smut about halfway thru so:
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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Kurt sighed and rolled onto his side on his large bed. The last two months were a flurry of activity and stress in the Hummel household, but he wouldn't change it for the world. After his Dad found out that Puck and his sister basically had nowhere to go, he insisted that they could stay at their house. Puck was nearing eighteen and was almost an adult but little Sarah was only seven and would become a ward of the state, a fact that still had Puck on edge as well as Kurt and his Dad. She had already been thru so much, they didn't want her to be ripped away from what family she had left.
A few days after they moved in, Kurt convinced Puck to sleep in his room on the fold-out futon couch so that someone was nearby in case he needed anything since his injuries made moving difficult and they put Sarah right next to him on an inflatable mattress. The first few weeks passed relatively smooth, occasionally broken by Sarah's nightmares that had everything from their mother turning on her to Puck dying and her being alone. They wore off after a bit and she slept pretty soundly, recently even going for sleepovers again at her friend Becca's house.
Even though his physical injuries were almost healed, Kurt knew that Puck was still dealing with some deep emotional problems. Even after the police finally found their Mom and put her in the psych ward at the local jail and put on observation ans heavy meds, Kurt would be woken up at least a few times a week with his nightmares. His breathing would quicken and he'd mumble and toss and turn his head on his pillow. After a while he would wake up with a gasp and find Kurt beside him, with a glass of cold water and a cool towel to wipe away the sweat from his face and neck. Most times, his dreams were of his Mom finishing him off, others were of her going after Sarah. But the worst were of some social worker bursting in the house and taking his sister away, that fear made completely possible due to his colorful police record. A dream Puck hoped with every fiber in his very soul he would never have to live through.
Kurt sat up as the sound of heavy breathing reached his ears as well as soft sobbing.
'Another bad one it seems. At least Sarah's at Becca's again.' Kurt thought to himself as he padded across his room in bare feet and he softly placed his hand on Puck's shoulder to give him a quick shake. Almost as soon as his palm touched the bare and flushed skin of Puck's shoulder the larger boy awoke with a strangled gasp and shot up from the sheets.
"SARAH!" he cried out with anguish still semi in the dream.
"Puck, it's OK. You and Sarah are safe now, remember?" Kurt called softly placing his hands on either side of the jock's face making sure his eyes were focused on his.
Puck blinked a few times before burying his face in Kurt's chest and pulling him down next to him on the sheets.
"C-can you lay with me. Just for a bit?" the muffled question came so soft, Kurt almost didn't hear it at first. Puck sounded so much like a lost little boy that Kurt felt his "mother-hen instincts" burn at full force.
"S-sure Puck. As long as you need me to, I'll stay." Kurt replied after a few moments, relaxing against the warmth that the bigger boy's body seemed to radiate. Kurt let his arms wind themselves loosely around Puck's shoulders and felt himself being pulled closer up against his body. Blushing as the thought of how well they fit together briefly passed thru his mind he let sleep overcome him.
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The next morning, Kurt awoke to find himself alone on the futon. The still warm sheets wrapped around his body and the pillow that still smelled like the shampoo Puck used on his beloved 'hawk enveloped Kurt in an air of contentment. With a sigh Kurt realized that he was falling in love with another unattainable guy. With his mouth set into a strong line, Kurt promised himself that he wouldn't put himself thru another "Finn-fiasco" as he dubbed it. He would guard his heart and focus on getting Puck better both physically and emotionally, not try to get into his pants.
Kurt sat up with a blush as Puck poked his head out of the bathroom with his toothbrush still stuck in his mouth. He smiled and suppressed a giggle at how cute the hair of his mohawk looked when it was still mussed from sleep. A raised eyebrow from Puck had him scrambling out of his bed and into his closet to find a killer outfit for the day ahead. Today was the day Puck would finally get his cast off and he knew Puck was happy to finally get the damn thing off.
"Thanks for putting up with my crap last night. Well, almost every night." came Puck's deep voice and Kurt whirled around to find Puck right behind him, still clad in only his Jo Boxer pajama bottoms. Kurt's world zeroed down to just the area in his closet as he realized how close Puck was.
"I-it's no problem." He managed to reply a little shakily as his attention was riveted to how low those pants rode on Puck's lean hips.
"Kurt….I…." he began as he closed the gap between them and towered over the slightly smaller teen, effectively pushing him back into his mini dresser where he kept his accessories. Puck brought his uninjured arm up and let his hand caress the softness of Kurt's cheek before he threw caution into the wind and brought their lips together in a fiery yet chaste kiss.
Kurt's mind went on overload the minute Puck's lips met his in the most perfect, kneecap-melting, omigod kiss. A slight nibble on his bottom lip had him opening them and almost sighing with pleasure as Puck deepened the kiss and let his tongue explore his mouth. Kurt dropped the shirt he had in his hands and tentatively brought his arm up and around Puck's neck pulling him closer. Puck wound his arm around his waist and they were pressed against each other fully with Kurt sandwiched between the jock's larger frame in front of him and the dresser behind while Puck held his casted arm slightly to the side.
"P-puck, what are w-we doing?" Kurt panted as Puck moved his mouth from his lips to nibble on the shell of his ear. He whimpered as he felt him suck on his earlobe before he whispered into his ear.
"Dunno. I guess I'm finally letting my heart feel for once, and right now it's filled with feelings for you." Puck's deep voice made deeper with desire sent bone clacking shivers down Kurt's spine. He continued to suck and nibble on Kurt's ear and the juncture where his neck curves into his shoulder.
"Puck, wait….we..we have to get you out of your cast at least." Kurt managed to choke out after a particularly hard suck on his neck by Puck's hot mouth. With a sigh, Puck finally pulled away from Kurt and stared his hazel-green eyes into Kurt's baby blues.
"After my Doctor's we are SO having a talk about things." Puck growled after a moment and walked toward the door where he paused.
"You can call me Noah, Kurt. I'll only allow you and Sarah to call me that." he called over his shoulder before he was gone up the stairs and Kurt was left alone with the memory of feeling Puck's warm body pressed against his.
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Puck sighed with joy when Dr. Pinto finally pulled away the last remnants of the cast from his arm and he felt the cool air of the office on his skin. He half listened to the Doctor as she told him about his going to therapy for at least a month and told Kurt and his Dad not to let him over-use his arm or tire out the weakened muscles. She covered his arm in a special lotion and handed the bottle to Kurt with instructions of reapplying it twice a day before they were allowed to leave.
The moment they were back at the house, Puck pulled Kurt into his room and locked the door. He walked them to Kurt's bed and gently pushed Kurt onto his back.
"Pu-Noah, wait…" he cried out softly as he felt Puck follow him down. He didn't go any further but used his body weight to keep Kurt lying under him.
"I've liked you for a while, Kurt and I only joined GLEE to be closer to you instead of just in Spanish. Even after all the crap I put you thru at first you never let it get to you. You'd be covered in trash from the dumpster or a slushie and you'd just strut down the hallway like it was the hottest shit outta Paris or something." Puck began when Kurt stopped squirming under him.
"After a while, I kinda began to admire that about you. Soon I realized that my admiration had turned to love and even though I tried to fight it with Quinn, I just knew that I was fighting nature. I was gonna talk to you about it but this crap with my Mom happened and I just now found the words to tell you. Will you give me a chance Kurt? Will you help me feel again?" he asked bringing his eyes to Kurt's wide blue ones.
"I….." Kurt began.
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EVIL CLIFFIE! Sorry, but I had to stop there. Please review!