Title: How to Love a Guy in 14 Days
Chapter 15: The Final Countdown
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck and Kurt.
Summary: Puck wants to give Kurt a going-away present before Kurt is due in New York. Kurt has a B!P and Puck just loves to pleasure it.
Author Notes: Written for the Glee Kink Meme. FINAL CHAPTER, thank you for following my little story about a boy with a vagina. For me this story has meant more than I thought such a thing should because of its content. Almost a hundred people favoriting this story, almost two hundred following, thousands of reads and 60 reviews... none of it is lost on me, none at all and every email I get to say this has happened is kept. You are why this story went on beyond the first chapter and I thank every one of you
-Day 1-
When Kurt landed in New York for the first time he was amazed, the second he stepped out of the airport he was greeted by the hustle and bustle of the town around him. People storming past with phones super glued to their ears, bike riders without helmets acting like they owned the street, small children who were so annoying that they were able to double as advertisements for condoms and the sunlight shone down over him.
"It's perfect" he said wistfully as he happily strolled along the streets taking in the sights of the people who were there, the stores that he passed enticed him to browse, a small animal barked at him adorably. He had found his home.
He headed to a nearby cab and slipped into the back seat with his bags in the trunk. He gave the driver his address and sat there happily watching his new home town fly past. He grabbed the phone out of his pocket and texted Puck as he journeyed to the apartment that was waiting for him.
"Hi Puck, made it to NY, Miss U, call later? 3 K"
He sent the message, the little high pitched 'PING' coming from his phone telling him that indeed the message had sent to his mohawk haired love. He was just sitting there waiting for a reply, the town passing him by as the cab headed for the apartment.
After a short 5 minute drive the cab stopped outside the building, the front looked old and cracked and when Kurt got out, bag in hand, to go to the door of the building he couldn't help but notice it's creak. It wasn't perfect, but it was home.
He headed up the stairs, careful on the 4th as a small child had left their toys on it, and got to the loft apartment and using the key that was mailed to him he opened it up and slipped in with his bag in tow. Heading inside the little ramshackle apartment he smiled as he put his bag down, but his smile was not because of the apartment but the vibrating in his pocket. He pulled out the phone and looked.
"I'll call at 7 3 P"
That single text put Kurt on a high that not even the fluttering of the leaves against his slightly cracked window could dim. He headed into the place he was to call home now that was structurally reminiscent of a loft apartment from a TV show he once watched late one night. He dragged his bags up the single stair to where a bed could lay and pulled out his sleeping bag, rolling it on the floor ever so casually. He knew that his furniture was being sent up by his dad so he would have to wait a little while for a normal bed but he could live without it... barely.
He ordered a pizza, having not had a chance to buy food yet, and while he waited the clock clicked over to 7pm, at 7:01 his phone rang loudly as it ever had and he picked up in an instant. He happily held it to his ear and bounced on his heels.
"Pucky?"
"Hey Kurt... Pucky?"
"I'm alone in New York and haven't heard a voice that I recognise all day, just allow me the indulgence of a pet name"
"Well Ok, but only because you're fucking adorable. How's the big apple?"
"Busy and a little intimidating to be honest but I'm handling it. How's lima"
"It's Lima... like always, it just barely counts as a town"
"I'm pretty sure it's just a placeholder for a Walmart or something"
"Probably"
"So how's my hot well formed adonis doing?"
"He's missing his baby boy... a lot"
Kurt could hear the raw sadness in Puck's tone, the feeling of loss was pretty much enough to cause both men to be on the verge of crying but only just barely were they able to hold back. Somehow the two men managed to keep their tears inside
"His baby boy misses his adonis too.. a lot"
"I know you do, but hey it's not like it's forever babe. You and me, we can get through this"
The two men spent hours on the phone, talking into the twilight hour about their day, what was on the TV that morning, their dinners. Kurt told Puck great details about the pizza he'd ordered that turned up while he was on the phone and Puck filled Kurt in on the intricacies of the hamburger he was devouring. They laughed together, they joked about, they talked about their days and about how much their nights were going to suck without each other and when they were done they both lay down with the phone beside them, speakers on as they slowly fell asleep hearing the sounds of each other snoring through the night.
-Day 2-
"Kurt? Kurt you awake?"
The phone voice shook Kurt from his sleep, the tinny vocal was just strange enough to make him sit up and notice the phone still beside his lseeping bag and he pickedit up.
"I am now"
"You know you sound cute when you're sleeping"
"Puck, you know sucking up to me won't get you any since my pussy can't travel"
"damn, and here I thought I was going to bust a nut in the morning"
The chuckle that came out of Kurt was high pitched and infectious and Puck, on the other end of the line, smiled happily. Even with thousands of miles between them, there was a beautiful connection there that no one could deny. Kurt took the phone with him to the kitchen as he happily made his breakfast, the phone still on loudspeaker "You can always masterbate"
"No fun... old faithful Leftie doesn't cut it now I've had Hummel Snatch"
"Charming... so honey what do you plan on doing today?" Kurt asked casually as he opened the pizza box and picked up a cold, though still edible, slice.
"Oh just got some jobs about town to do, probably be out all day. Keeping myself busy, you know how that is"
"Yeah I know"
"How about you babe?"
Honestly Kurt had planned on moping, some light being sad and a bout of depression but putting that on Puck's admittedly large shoulders would be rude so he just shrugged, before opening his mouth since shrugging had no effect over a phone "Well I have to buy food since I can't live on takeout, might take a tour of the town and see the sights, maybe take in a show"
"Any special ones in mind?"
"Well ideally Wicked but the ticket prices are in the hundreds and I haven't got that much on me... I might see if any shows have a lottery gong and if not see what off broadway thing I can see, I just want to see one you know?"
"I'm not shocked babe. Look I gotta run do these errands, call ya tomorrow OK babe?"
Kurt sighed, he really didn't want to lose the voice of his man if he could at all help it but he knew that Puck needed to do things and he really didn't want to be too clingy, he needed to get used to being alone. "OK Noah. I love you"
"Love you too Kurt" and then the dialtone, it's blaring sound drilling into Kurt's heart and he reached over nervously and shut the phone, plugging it into the charger.
As the phone charged slowly Kurt set about exploring his loft apartment, every single inch of it he loved and in his head planned new wallpapers, new carpets and for his room, a new set of curtains. He was hoping his belongings would be able to make it to him soon because he wanted to get his feng shui on.
A familiar beep came from his phone and he leapt in almost a single bounce from where his bedroom was to where the phone was and opened it, beaming a little seeing the single 2 symbol message from Puck, enough to spur him through his day and of course he sent it back exactly.
"3"
A long boring day of shopping later (Something that shocked Kurt since Shopping should never be boring) Kurt had his bags of groceries put in a little esky that he'd picked up, just to keep it fresh and he was about to head out to try and catch the lottery for a show when his phone rang again and he got another text message, this one longer than the simple heart.
"Babe, go to the box office of the Gershwin and ask for the reserve under your name"
Kurt almost screamed, he thought it couldn't be real but he leapt up and ran to the street and got a cab to the theatre in question. He was curious about why he was even going but there was a part of him that new that Puck had pulled something out of a hat. He leapt out of the car and headed up to the box office, nervous as possible.
"Hi, I came to pick up a reserve for Kurt Hummel" he showed his ID to the young woman who was standing in the little glass prison that was the box office booth, and she happily printed off a ticket and handed it to Kurt after ensuring he was the one it was meant for.
Looking at the Ticket, Kurt almost dropped it. He picked up his phone and texted "I LOVE YOU" frantically to Puck as he returned to stare at his ticket, his front row ticket to the show that would be starting 3 hours from now. He was stunned as could be and he happily bounced about, heading to the nearest 7/11 to get himself a drink before he headed in and went to see the show that he had waited for years to see first hand.
He bought himself a copy of the programme and a shirt that clung to his body perfectly. He felt so amazed that somehow Puck had gotten this set up in a single day without ever entering the town. Even when they were apart somehow his man was there for him so he happily smiled as he headed in to see the show.
When the show ended Kurt walked out almost on air, the high energy feeling of the musical was amazing and seeing it live was a billion times better than hearing the album or reading the book. He was beyond ecstatic and had to do everything in his power to stop himself from skipping with the pure high amounts of joy flooding his system. He got the cab home and happily phoned Puck.
"Go for Puck"
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthan kyou"
"I'm taking it you liked your present"
"You have no idea"
"Well why don't you tell me... I mean what was it like"
What followed was a hour long vibrant talk about Wicked, Kurt describing every single scene and song, the stage and the costumes. He paced about his home with pure excitement as Puck happily listened too him with a low hearty chuckle in all the right places.
"And then the curtain closed and I swear that the entire audience was applauding for an hour... did I say thankyou yet?"
"872 times in the last 2 hours... I might have missed one"
"Well one more thankyou is needed...thankyou"
"874. I'm really glad you liked it babe, hopefully sometime we can go together"
"Well you're coming up here in the spring right?"
"Of course babe, we can go when I get there. Now I should probably go to bed, big day tomorrow"
"Yeah me too, my furniture's meant to turn up tomorrow and I have to make sure I'm rested so they can put everything away without breaking it"
"Well can't have that... call me tomorrow after they come?" Puck said softly
"Absolutely... talk in the morning?"
"Babe, I'm gonna need to actually sleep without the phone on tonight... can't find my charger and wanna keep my battery but yeah, I'll call tomorrow babe"
Kurt was definitely a little bit saddened by this, even though it wasn't like sleeping with Puck actually beside him there was something about hearing Puck's strange throaty snore through the phone lines that made Kurt feel calmer.
"Tomorrow it is... love you Puck"
"Love you too Kurt" and then that dial tone, Kurt shut his phone instantly to stop it in its tracks. He slowly and sadly lay in his sleeping bag and looked out the window at the stars, knowing somewhere Puck was looking at the same patch of sky.
-Day 3-
Kurt woke up and he slowly went about his morning, he poured himself a bowl of cheap cereal and barely cold milk and stood at his counter eating his meal slowly as he looked at his phone. No ringing, no vibrating, nothing. Even the comforting flavour of the cocoa vampire's cereal wasn't going to cheer him up. He just stood there staring at his phone in more than his fair share of depression.
An hour passed and he heard a knock on the door. Still in his sleepwear best he headed to the loft door and opened it, the uniform alone told him the moving men were here "Just put everything except the bed in this room and the bed up there" he said, pointing up to the area his bedroom was before walking back to the counter and looking to the phone.
He could hear the sound of furniture being moved, the couch bumping the door frame made him turn, the guy in the cap with his head turned away clearly looked annoyed but Kurt, in his morose state, ignored them so that they could get to work. He consoled himself with frosted cereals (He was on his 3rd bowl) and a glass of diet soda under the delusion that they would cancel each other out. Shortly though, before he knew it he heard the sounds of the men shuffling out and there was a tap to his shoulder. He turned... and froze
"I need you to sign for this babe" Puck said, the cap on his head just barely hiding his mohawk. A hearty laugh came out when Kurt leapt up and clung too him, "No seriously, sign or they're not gonna go"
Kurt had never signed his name faster, it was almost a blur. Puck threw the paper to one of the men leaving the room, who shut the door after. Puck's hat finally came off revealing his mohawk laden head.
"How... how did you... are you really here? I mean I didn't just eat tainted cereal and hallucinated you did I?"
Puck chuckled and kissed Kurt softly "Does that feel like a hallucination?"
"Could be, try again"
Puck happily tried again, harder this time and he and Kurt embraced joyfully in the middle of the kitchen until Kurt pulled back and panted.
"OK so it's really you... but how did you do this? How did you get here?"
"Well, your dad told me the company that was sending your stuff. Knew a guy who worked there cos his kid played on the Pee Wee Football team so I offered to help him with the driving stuff if he let me come with and bring some stuff with me... next thing I knew I was driving a giant ass truck across the country"
Kurt was in pure awe, his eyes wide like saucers and a single tear coming down each cheek "You drove here... for me?"
"For us. If I could've I would've run and bought a plane ticket and been here an hour after you but I didn't have a passport and then this kind of happened. I couldn't leave you alone here without me Kurt. I love you, and even if this is just a temporary thing, I know that it's something I want"
Kurt smiled happily and leaned in for one more kiss, his hand coming up and gently cupping Puck's face.
"Take me to bed Puck... I need you"
And Puck, happy to have his man back, picked Kurt up bridal style and carried him to his bed.
2 years later, he'd make the same trip only with a ring on his finger.