Title: You Could Save me
Author: Fatebegins (http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/)
Rating: NC-17 / M
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Purt/Puckurt).
Summary: Puck is a bodyguard who takes on a privileged client. Sparks of all kinds fly.
Disclaimer: No Glee don't belong to me or to fatebegins, this history is not mine! But I have permission to post it here! (The original post: http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/15730 .html )
Warning: AU, violence, angst
Review? Please? *puppy eyes*
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"So," Puck looked Kurt up and down, not bothering to hide his contempt. "You're a twenty three year old socialite who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Let me take a wild guess at what your grueling schedule might consist of." Puck folded his hands behind his head as he pretended to think. "Maybe shopping, lunch with all your other little rich friends, shop some more-"
"Don't talk about me like you know me." Kurt's voice was angry. "You can't treat me like this."
"Treat you like what exactly?" Puck arched a brow. "A peer? I forgot how beneath you I am. Fine." He rose from the couch and gave an exaggerated little mock bow. "Your highness, what do your royal duties consist of?"
Kurt's eyes narrowed into livid slits. "I should tell my-"
"Tell Daddy Dearest what exactly, Kurt? That when he kissed his baby boy goodbye you went to slut it up at Stacey Monaghan's house party instead of going out to play cards or some other innocent bullshit he expected?" Puck smirked at Kurt's pale features. "Yeah, I don't think you want to tell him anything."
"Why are you being like this?" Kurt seemed genuinely distressed.
"It entertains me for the moment."
"Right, of course." Kurt sat down opposite of Puck. He held himself stiffly against the luxurious upholstery and glared at Puck.
Puck was hit with the sudden urge to smile. Kurt looked about as threatening as a kitten, a fierce one with claws, but still harmless. Maybe he should go easier on the kid.
"Scheduling?" Puck prompted when Kurt just sat silently, twisting his entwined hands in his lap. Damn the guy was sexy. Puck could see the faint bruise he had sucked onto the side of Kurt's neck, his mark obvious against the white skin. He wondered what Burt would think when he saw it. Puck wanted more but now, more was impossible.
"Um, about that," Kurt looked nervous now. "I was thinking, I really don't need you with me during the day. I've managed so far and it's not like I frequent dark alleys or anything so-"
"Stop running your mouth and give me your schedule." Puck cut him off. "It'll be easier for all of us if you just cooperate with me."
"Okay." Kurt deflated. "Weekends are pretty much on short notice. I usually just hang around with some friends of mine, but we don't have fancy dinners or whatever you think it is we do. Usually, they come over here or I just go over to their houses."
"And weekdays?"
"I…uh…" Kurt swallowed. "I have class."
"Class?" Puck looked up from his notepad, sarcastic smile in place. "You're probably getting your masters or doctorate in some ridiculous degree that's useless and obscure." He paused, guessing. "Art History?"
Kurt clenched his teeth. "That's not true."
"Okay, then surprise me." Puck gave him a look of challenge.
"I'm getting a degree in Fashion and Design."
"Not completely useless, but still pretty useless." Puck conceded. He looked at Kurt closely; he kid was well dressed and obviously knew a thing or two about fashion. "Columbia or Yale?"
"New York University."
"They have a Masters program?"
Kurt shook his head reluctantly. "I'm not there for my Masters."
"Sonofabitch." Puck took in the guilty flush, the way Kurt wouldn't meet his eyes. "How old are you?"
"I am legal-"
Puck had already flipped open the file and leafed through. "You just turned eighteen fucking years old?" He glared. "What the fuck happened to being twenty three, you little shit?"
Kurt stood up, fighting back tears. "Eighteen is still legal age in all fifty states."
"So then why lie?"
"Because!" Kurt broke off on a frustrated sound.
"Because what?" Puck snarled.
"You're older and experienced. I thought you wouldn't be interested if you knew I was eighteen."
"You were right." Puck spat. "That's your piss ass excuse for being a liar?"
"I…I liked you okay?" Kurt's cheeks were pink but Puck couldn't see his eyes as the other man was looking away, his gaze on the floor. "You seemed nice and we talked for over an hour, I thought we had a connection but then when we went outside…you turned into a jerk."
"Why the fuck would I bother talking to you if I didn't want something?" Puck couldn't believe the naiveté of this kid.
"Because that's what decent human beings do." Kurt lifted his chin. "They talk to each other, and get to know one another. They don't go outside with…strangers."
"I think I enjoyed my time with Tom more than I did your bitch fest."
"I could tell." Kurt said flippantly. "That's why you said my name while he was blowing you."
"How the hell do you know that?"
"I didn't." Kurt's eyes widened. "That was just…I just…you said my name?"
Puck ignored his question completely. "If there's one thing I can't stand, it's liars."
"I'm not a liar." Kurt licked his lips nervously but held the other man's dark gaze. No matter how angry Noah Puckerman was he knew there was a limit. Noah was working for his Father, he couldn't hurt him.
"It's almost eleven, isn't it past your bedtime?"
Kurt felt a momentary twist of pain in his chest at the antagonism in Puck's eyes. While the other man couldn't hurt him physically it was obvious that his well placed barbs struck him emotionally. "You weren't so caught up over my age when you had me up against a wall and your hands shoved down my pants." Kurt was no one's punching bag, he always gave as good as he got. He saw the subtle tightening of Puck's shoulders and was pleased that he had managed to crack his cold exterior.
"You'll have to be more specific; don't think you were the first or only guy tonight. And don't think you're special because I said your name while some random guy sucked my cock. It was the only name I remembered, you fucking drilled it into my head enough." Puck snorted and gathered the rest of his papers. "Go to bed and get your scheduling shit figured out." He paused as an idea came to him. "Better yet, I'll access your school schedule from the university and won't have to be bothered with spending any more unnecessary time in your company. We'll iron out specifics in the morning."
"Fine." Kurt said icily, moving to leave the room.
"Guest room?" Puck reminded, calling after him. His voice sounded deceptively bored but in truth, Kurt's comment had gotten him half hard.
Kurt halted in front of the door, his fists clenched at his side. "It's the bedroom adjacent to mine. You have the blue print of the house, figure it out. I'm not feeling up to a tour."
Puck watched him leave, satisfied that he'd gotten rid of the spitfire but left feeling eerily alone. He really should've fucked that Tom guy. Then maybe he wouldn't have all of these crazy, wild urges that made the little twink so fucking appealing to him. It was ridiculous, the kid -and yes he was an actual kid, 18 years old or not - had way too much of an effect on him.
Puck sighed and shot Mike a quick text to let him know that the deal had went through.
He needed a drink, Puck thought just as his eyes fell on a crystal brandy decanter a top a mahogany breakfast bar. Thank you, sun room. Puck downed the first half glass barely registering the smooth taste before he poured another and screwed the lid back on. Good shit Hummel, he mused reading the label, the brandy was older than his grandfather and Burt served it to his guests like it was iced tea.
His phone vibrated on the couch. Almost There. Mike had responded.
Perfect. Now all he had to do was survive the night and his self destructive tendencies that kept urging him to burst into Kurt's room and give him the ride of his life and they'd be set.
Fucking Kurt.
Where the hell did he put those blue prints?
Take the pain, take the pleasure I'm the master of both. Close your eyes, not your mind, let me into your soul. I'm gonna work it till you're totally blown-
Puck paused as the song played through the room. A smile curved his hard mouth, his eyes on the fine leather bag that Kurt had walked in with. He'd left so fast on his bitchy note he'd forgotten to take it with him. Puck didn't even need to debate the moralities of the situation; he immediately opened the clasp and retrieved the ringing blackberry, a pink blackberry. What a fucking fairy.
Incoming call – 'Artie'. Puck rejected it, thumbing through the phone and opening the message inbox. Fifteen minutes later all he found out, for all his investigate efforts, was that Kurt Hummel's inner circle consisted of some girl named Quinn and some dude in a wheelchair. The same one who had been calling before, Artie. There were others but judging from the content and quantity it was obvious that Kurt placed his trust in these two. Puck placed the phone back where he found it - and what the fuck, it was eleven o'clock on a Friday night, and he was stuck in this gilded mansion with nothing better to do - and went through the rest of the kid's shit.
The first item made him smile faintly. Chanel Lip gloss, cherry pink, Puck slid open the gold case, the scent was the same sweet one that had clung to Kurt's lips. It had driven him crazy. Money well spent, Puck mused. The mirror was a given, someone as gorgeous as Kurt had to know it and Puck barely gave it a second glance. A prescription bottle caught his attention. Jackpot. These rich kids were always addicted to something. Tim - or was it Tom?- had tried to ply Puck with Oxycotin before he had sucked his dick. Fucking rich bitches, they had everything and still were hooked onto something. He wondered what Kurt's poison of choice was. Puck read the label and rolled his eyes. Claritin. Allergy pills. At the bottom of the bag was a single leather bound book. It was all very neat and Puck bet that Kurt was one of those people who cleaned their bag out everyday, making sure that wrappers and loose items didn't accumulate.
Puck held the slim book in his hands, turning it over critically before opening it to the first page with a shrug.
Sometimes I miss her so much, I ache. I can't talk to anyone about things like this, my dad would never understand and it would only make him worry. Make him send me back to Dr. Johnson. The other day I snuck into their room, the dresser still smells like her perfume... I just lay on the ground and inhaled her; it was almost as if she was really there. Stupid, right? To miss someone you barely remember. I tried to imagine her face again last night and all I could see was a blur. I don't think anything ever hurt so much.
Puck shut the book with a swift thud. This was Kurt's diary. Who was this woman he was talking about? His mother? Puck looked around him before reopening the journal to a random page.
Wicked was amazing! I wasn't sure that I'd enjoy the new cast choice or the venue but it all turned out for the best. I'm glad Quinn talked me into going with her. The only down side was that, of course, Finn was there. It's hard being around him, and I know that he's Quinn's boyfriend but I also can't just turn off the way i feel. He makes me feel hot and cold all over. When he looks at me I can't help but shiver-
What. The. Fuck. Puck slammed the book down on the table surprised at the anger welling up inside of him.. Hearing Kurt talking about another man, this pussy Finn who went to fucking musicals...it pissed him off. Kurt obviously had a thing for this guy. The entry had been dated about two weeks before. Kurt had followed him out to the balcony while he was nursing some pathetic crush on his best friend's boyfriend. How cliché.
Puck threw the book back into the bag and shut it. Better to leave everything in place for now, the journal may come in useful later.
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Kurt woke up the next morning, tired and groggy. He hadn't been able to sleep very well. There was something disturbing about knowing Puck was only one room away and that they were separated by only a wall. Kurt had spent most of the night alternating between cursing the man and wondering if he slept in boxers, pajamas or in the buff.
Picturing Noah Puckerman naked on top of and entwined in his silk sheets? Yeah, Kurt hadn't slept a wink.
The stress of the night fortunately hadn't made itself known on his face. He would've hated to have to face the smug older man with dark circles and sleep deprived eyes. Puck would probably have had something cruel or biting to say.
Yet despite having gotten little sleep, Kurt had still managed to sleep past his usual 8 am wake up call so he had to hurry through brushing his teeth and pulling on his work out clothes. Kurt wanted to get at least thirty minutes in on the elliptical.
Kurt yawned, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he walked into the weight room. He looked up at the sound of a clang and then promptly almost fainted. Spread out under the flat Olympic bench press, sweaty and grunting, his muscles flexing impressively, was his bodyguard.
Kurt was frozen to his spot, his eyes involuntarily moving over Puck's tan exposed chest, watching his sculpted abs contract as he lifted the weight back to it's original starting position. His blue eyes widened as they followed the muscled v down Puck's body as his waist tapered off into his loose black sweat pants.
"Amazing, isn't he?" A voice said near Kurt's ear and he jumped, yelping, not expecting anyone else to be there. Kurt turned to look at a pretty blond girl who was watching him back with wide green eyes filled with interest. She was clad similarly to Kurt, in a black tank, black yoga pants and sneakers.
"Who are you?" Kurt managed to ask. It was, after all, his house and he didn't remember his father adding to the staff. "Do you work here?"
"You can say that." She smiled and Kurt noticed again how pretty she was. She had called Puck amazing. "I'm Katie." She chirped, extending her hand. "Your local tech head," She smiled and Kurt could tell that it was an inside joke he didn't quite grasp. "I'm running all your surveillance equipment and cameras, just ground though! I don't think we're doing aerial. I mapped out this entire place as soon as I got here and I have to tell you. It's a beautiful house but as high as the retaining walls and gates are? It's pretty easy to break in. I mean, I broke in this morning."
Kurt was kind of speechless. "You broke into my house?"
She must have caught the wary note in his voice because she grinned wider. "No…well, not really. It's something I do on every job just to see what we're dealing with." Her tone was reassuring. "Your system is pretty bad though, pricey but bad. I mean, even Chad got in and he's pretty clumsy!"
"Chad?"
"Yup," Katie nodded. "Blonde guy, wearing a ski cap?" Kurt shook his head. "Well, you'll meet everyone at breakfast. Your Dad sad you have a formal sit down at nine?"
"It's tradition…" Kurt's cheeks flushed, he was slightly embarrassed by the amusement in the blonde's gaze. "We don't really get to see each other much so..."
"Oh! No need to be embarrassed! I wish I had a dad like that! My Dad-"
"Katie, shut the fuck up, seriously." Puck was suddenly standing right next to them, his six foot frame half naked and on display. Kurt looked everywhere but at him.
"I'm just being friendly!" Katie protested.
"Well, don't." Puck grabbed her arm and steered her away from Kurt. "It's just a job."
"Oh stop being an asshole!" She laughed. "We all know that you're just a huge teddy bear at the end of the day."
"Katie." Puck sounded annoyed but not angry.
"Don't be fooled by him." Katie tossed Kurt a wink over her shoulders as she followed Puck. She smacked Puck's ass. "Let's get to work on those glutes, boy!"
Puck gave a mock roar and tossed the tiny blond over his shoulder. Katie shrieked with laughter but Kurt noticed that she wasn't frantically grabbing at Puck like any other person would, afraid that they would fall to the ground, instead Katie's hands were spread out wide, palms out, like a child. It was obvious that she trusted Puck implicitly.
Katie had called Puck amazing, hadn't she? Kurt wondered if there was something more going on between the two of them. They looked comfortable enough. He ignored the ache in his chest; it would be stupid to be jealous. He and Puck were nothing to each other.
Kurt walked over to the elliptical machine slowly, his eyes still flickering occasionally to the pair joking and laughing on the other side of the room. Katie punched Puck in the stomach and he tossed his head back, laughing, a robust, rich laugh that Kurt felt down to his toes.
Though Kurt was enjoying seeing this side of Puck it was obvious, especially in the distance Puck made sure to put between them physically, that this side of him, the human side, would never be meant for him.
With a sigh, Kurt turned on his iPod and began his work out, focusing on Beyonce's "Get Me Bodied" and putting thoughts of the irritating bodyguard in the back of his mind.
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Kurt was late. Puck could see how much that irritated Burt. The man seemed like a guy who valued punctuality above everything. Burt hadn't even let them begin serving breakfast, opting instead to make them all wait at the table for the past ten minutes.
"He's usually not like this." Burt said.
"It's probably the stress of the situation." Mike offered after an uncomfortable silence.
"Well, stress or not, this is just plain rude!" Burt shook his head. "To keep us all waiting like this."
Puck had to bite his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that Burt was the one who was currently torturing his hungry guests by seating them in a room filled with food that they were unable to touch.
"We don't mind, Mr. Hummel." Katie smiled. "I met Kurt this morning; he's just the sweetest guy!"
"Did you?" Burt seemed pleased at the compliment.
"At the weight room, I like to get at least an hour in mornings. It's, like, good to keep your body in the best shape beca-"
"We can use this time to introduce ourselves formally, Katie." Mike interjected. He turned to Burt. "We're a small team but we're good at what we do, one of the best in North America. I know you've probably looked into us, but we'd like to introduce ourselves. I'm Michael Chang, I was in the army with Puck." He corrected himself at Burt's confused look. "I mean, Noah, for almost five years. We were special ops."
"Impressive, you both seem so young but when I referenced you, your superiors had glowing reports." Burt said.
"Thank you." Mike replied. "We both went in at seventeen."
"I'm older, I was discharged at twenty five, been doing security ever since." Puck motioned to a dark haired man. "Once I landed, Dallas and I decided to start working in protection and surveillance. Mike came out two years after me and we joined forces."
"What about you Miss?"
"Call me Katie." She gushed. "I'm a computer engineer. I'm not from the same background as Dallas, Mike and Puck but I do specialize in software which comes in handy. I met Chad at West Point and he grew up with Mike. So when Mike offered him a position at his firm, I knew I just had to get in on the action." She cringed and then laughed. "Well so to speak,…I swear I'm not as ditzy as I appear!"
Puck couldn't help the small smile that grew on his face. Katie was like a ball of pure energy, she was always amped about something.
"I guess I'm the last to be introduced, I'm Chad." He grinned. "But you can call me Mayhem."
Puck rolled his eyes, only Chad.
"Mayhem?" Burt looked mildly alarmed.
"Yep, I scrambled the main frame at West Point for a whole half hour." He nodded when Burt was suitably impressed. "No one had ever done it before. I'm the worlds greatest logistics, programmer and hacker all rolled into one."
"Don't forget the world's most modest." Katie smirked.
"But being the greatest you some how didn't manage to graduate?" Burt peered at him curiously.
" Well….like I said, I scrambled the main frame at an elite military academy." Chad shrugged. "I was lucky they gave me the old heave ho and not jail time. But it was worth it."
"You're a young group." Burt said looking at Puck directly. He needed reassurance.
"We're young, agile and the best. We shift with the times, we know what new weapons or warfare are being used and we know how to dismantle and counter. No other security group can offer you that."
Burt was silent for a moment then seemed appeased. "You're right. Well, I look forward to working with you all. I have the utmost faith in-"
"I'm so sorry, Dad!" Kurt hurried into the room and sat down in the empty chair on the right hand of his father which put him directly across the table from Puck. He was wearing jeans and a soft, blue sweater that kept slipping down to bare one pale shoulder. Puck could see Kurt's hair was still damp and curling behind his ears. "I overslept and had to-"
"It's alright, Kurt. Let's just not make it a habit to embarrass ourselves again." Burt cut him off. "We can begin now." He announced. The housekeepers moved forward and began to place the breakfast platters in front of them.
Kurt's ears had tinged pink at Burt's offhand scolding but he hadn't replied.
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