As Sung By
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Sadly.
Author's Note: Okay, so how amazing was last night's Fall Finale?! Oh my god. Best episode of any show, ever!! Oh, and the song is "I'm Not That Girl" from Wicked; now on with the story.
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Chapter 3: I'm Not That Girl
Kurt glanced down with a bright smile at his recently acquired silver, Dolce and Gabbana watch. 7:05. Kurt's smile grew, he had over an hour before classes started and the school was practically deserted.
Today was going to be a good day he told himself, heck, with the return of his car; the day already had the perfect start. Not to mention as he strolled through the empty hallways he held his head high, even though no one was around, Kurt was anxiously awaiting the chance to show off his new outfit. His legs were covered by a pair of pure white Armani jeans and his upper body was adorned with a midnight black Marc Jacobs sweater that clung to every curve of his petite body and stopped just above mid-thigh; and a pair of black Prada loafers were the cherry on top.
It didn't take Kurt long to reach his destination; the auditorium. Hurriedly he made his way inside, dropping his bag into one of the many seats, but first he pulled a clear CD case from his Marc Jacobs messenger bag, he then made his way to the stage.
Kurt really was determined to make this day as flawless as possible and to ensure that his high continued he figured there was no better way to start the school day than with a song or two. Once he was on stage he retrieved a CD player from behind the curtain; he had stashed it there after yesterday's Glee practice; however, he did no t linger on the thought too much. The memory of yesterday was a something he planned on repressing for as long as possible. It had been too confusing and Kurt was less than willing to deal with it.
Now, with the player plugged in and sitting atop the piano and his CD ready and waiting he pressed the play button and the sound of the familiar music filled the larger room and Kurt took his place center stage and without missing a beat, he began.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:
Kurt's eyes closed as the words began to flow from within him and in his mind the large room was no longer empty; no, it was filled to capacity and everyone, including his fellow Glee club members, sat mesmerized by the sound of his voice. Unbeknownst to Kurt, however, the auditorium wasn't empty. And because the intrusion was unnoticed, Kurt continued on, his voice never missing a note; his eyes still closed.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Puck hadn't meant to walk in on the small soprano, but as he had walked the desolate halls Kurt's voice had slipped past him and Puck wasn't sure why he had been so intrigued, but he was. So, he stopped on his way to his before school detention and wandered into the theater. As he found himself walking down the aisle, he noticed that Kurt's eyes were closed.
He didn't know he was here. Puck considered leaving, yeah, that's what he should've done. But for some reason, it wasn't what he wanted to do. And with as much of a surreptitious nature and prowess as he could muster (which with him being who he was, he mustered quite a lot), Puck slipped into one of the aisle seats and listened as the other teen's soft voice continued in song; his voice wrapping around the words as perfectly as the jeans that covered his legs.
Puck shook himself, surprised he'd noticed (and with appreciation) anything about Kurt's outfit.
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
It did not take a genius to know that this wasn't just any song, of course, Puck did not recognize it, but he could tell from the familiarity that hung in the air, mixing with Kurt's use of his voice, the jock could tell that the song meant something to Kurt and upon this realization Puck did his best to decipher whatever hidden message hid within the lyrics.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl
As Kurt went on his voice melted into the song, and Puck knew. He knew what the song meant. At least, he was pretty sure. There was only one girl (at least only one at McKinley High that mattered ) that fit that description and once Puck was sure of who she was he knew who the song was about or more accurately who Kurt was sing "to": Finn.
Puck frowned internally at this realization.
What the hell was it with the girls…and gay guy at this school and their never ending infatuations with Finn? What was so special about the Quarterback? Puck let out a frustrated sigh, which he regretted right away.
Don't wish; don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart-
Kurt's voice stopped dead and his eyes opened in shock and annoyance and they scanned the theater quickly to seek the intruder.
To say that he was stunned to see no one else, but Puck sitting a few rows back and off to the right side of the theater, would have been a massive understatement, "You." Kurt's voice dripped with acidity and his eyes narrowed, "What are you doing in here?"
Puck thought for a moment, in all honesty, he wasn't ever sure what the answer was.
"Well?" Kurt pressed, placing his hand on his hips and raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Puck had never actually noticed how appealing Kurt could be when he was angry…whoa! What the hell? Puck shook himself of whatever the hell was wrong with him and stood. "Does Finn know you sneak in here to sing songs about him?"
Puck always found that when he was at a loss, it was best to just be a jerk.
Kurt was obviously taken aback by Puck's comment, but he played it off well, his posture and signature Diva expression only faltering for a moment, "What are you going on about, Puckerman? God, are you so into your bromance with Finn that you have to take your frustrations out on everyone else?"
Puck's eyes narrowed and he scanned Kurt from head to toe before meeting his gaze yet again, "You know, Hummel," he stepped into the aisle and a took a few steps towards the stage, "it would be a real shame for you if someone dragged you outta here and dropped you and the fancy ass outfit into the dumpster." Kurt flinched and frowned noticeably causing a smirk to form on Puck's lips.
"Just…go." Kurt tried to sound strong and defensive, but even he could tell his request had sounded more like a plea.
This raised Puck's spirits quite a bit, "How about not?" By now he was making his way onto the stage, approaching the smaller teen who was attempting to reclaim his tough exterior.
Soon Puck stopped, with less than a foot between the two. Neither spoke for a long moment, just stared at each other. Puck took another step toward his teammate, "What's wrong, Hummel?" He asked, his voice laced with humor. Kurt swallowed hard and Puck's smirk seemed to become even more condescending.
"What…what do you want, Noah?" Kurt silently cursed himself for stumbling over his words, but as Puck continued to approach him, his eyes bearing into Kurt's, the shorter boy could feel the same rush of emotions and heat that he had the day before coming back.
Puck continued to smirk, was it just him or was the flamboyant boy before him getting flustered. He couldn't help but to notice the color that seemed to be filling Puck's cheeks, he laughed coldly. "Like what you see? Is that it, boy?"
Kurt shook slightly, fear and several other emotions overcoming him, he looked up into Puck's eyes, "Please, just…leave me alone." He looked away from the jock in hopes that he could keep him from seeing all the emotions he was sure were being conveyed through his eyes.
Puck took a step towards Kurt, to the point that he was now looming over him, "What if," another step, "I don't wanna." By now there was practically no distance between them.
"What?" Kurt's clouded eyes looked back to Puck's, whose eyes seemed to be just as clouded as his, only not with fear and confusion, but more with curiosity and an anxiousness.
"You heard me." The jock didn't repeat himself.
Kurt swallowed hard and without breaking eye contact he instinctively took a step forward, their bodies were now millimeters apart. "Then," Kurt let out a breathy sigh, "what do you want?" This wasn't happening. Every bone in the fashionable boy's body was telling him to run, to back up, to anything but what he was contemplating and even…hoping for?
"I could show ya a lot better than I could tell ya." Puck let out a small laugh before his lips finally let loose of his smirk, just before the came crashing down on the other's.
Each teen's body filled with a thousand different emotions-excitement, confusion, fear, passion-but neither pulled away. Kurt was a great deal shorter than Puck so, the taller boy snaked his arm around the other's waist and pulled him up and closer, granting him easier and more fluid access to his lips. Following Puck's movements Kurt rose up onto his tip toes and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. While their bodies pressed together their lips worked in unison against one another. It was a hard, rough, fearless kiss, but suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on Puck and he released his hold on Kurt's waist and pulled away, wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Tell anyone…" Puck seethed, he did not need to finish his threat as he rushed to the nearest exit.
Kurt stood in a shocked, confused stupor as he watched the other boy disappear out of one of the side doors. After a few seconds he raised a hand to his lips, they were puffy and warm and longing to regain Puck's; undeniable evidence that the kiss really had happened.
"Whoa."
Maybe today wasn't going to go as well Kurt had previously planned. Or maybe it was. He wasn't sure. But he was more than eager to find out.