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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Kurt jumped when Puck shoved him up against the cool wall, thrusting his hips into the cradle of Kurt's thighs and smashing their mouths together. Kurt's breath quickened as he struggled to gentle the kiss. Kurt could barely make out Puck's form in the darkness but he felt him, huge and hard against him.
"Are you afraid?" Puck's hand was hot against Kurt's body, spreading wide and dipping into the small of his back, forcing Kurt closer to his erection.
"Just a little bit," Kurt admitted shyly, heat licking at his flesh in the wake of Puck's wandering hands. "I've never…I haven't…." He trailed off, his words leaving him as soon as he felt Puck's mouth, warm and dry, planting kisses down the curve of his neck.
"I know." Puck responded even though Kurt hadn't finished voicing his concern. "Don't be scared."
After that Kurt had no brainpower left to think let alone be afraid. Puck was kissing him wildly, like Kurt was the oxygen he needed to live, pulling him away from the wall. He brought their mouths together continuously, his tongue moving forward purposefully to slide into Kurt's hot mouth, to tangle with Kurt's tongue and swallow Kurt's needy moans.
Kurt whimpered when Puck sucked on his tongue, the sensation running straight to his hard cock, sending currents of sharp pleasure running through him. Puck walked them backwards, not breaking the kiss, and Kurt allowed himself to be led.
Kurt jolted when his legs hit the back of the bed. "Last chance." Puck whispered, his hand sliding into Kurt's hair, cradling his skull. His words touched Kurt's lips, spoken in their air between their two mouths. Kurt pressed closer to him, twined his arms behind Puck's neck. He knew that Puck meant it was his last chance to change his mind. Kurt could feel how much Puck wanted him, felt the hard curve of his cock pushing insistently against his stomach. There was no way he was going to walk away.
Deciding that actions spoke louder than words, Kurt's hands fumbled down to grasp the hem of Puck's shirt. He tugged the material up and over Puck's head. Kurt could feel Puck smile against his mouth as he lowered them down unto the bed.
Gasping at the feel of smooth skin underneath his fingertips, Kurt pulled Puck down on top of him, opening his legs to have Puck settle in between them. Kurt moaned when their erections rubbed against each other hotly through their jeans.
"So good." Kurt's voice was thick, his hips moving of their own volition, drawing a sharp groan from Puck. He felt like his body was on fire, every nerve tingled when Puck touched his naked skin. He wanted to feel Puck's bare skin against his.
Kurt pulled back, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt. "Wait." Puck's fingers stopped his own. Puck got off the bed and reached for the bedside lamp, clicking it on to it's lowest setting. He opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it on the bed. "I want to see you." Puck whispered hotly. Soft light flooded the room and Kurt flushed. He could see everything clearly now.
"You can take off your shirt now." Puck looked down at him, his eyes glittering . "Slowly." Puck smirked, his gaze smoldering.
Kurt had to force his fingers to move, he felt ridiculously shy under Puck's watchful gaze. With each button that came undone, Puck's eyes darkened. Kurt watched him lick his lips, his eyes following the motion as he slipped his shirt off his shoulders, baring his upper body.
"You're incredible." Puck praised, forcing Kurt's head up to meet his gaze. "Incredible." The hungry look on Puck's face, the need Kurt could plainly see on there sent a spark directly to his cock, causing it to harden and swell.
I love you. The words were at the tip of his tongue, clamoring to get out and Kurt had to bite them back. Instead he dropped his head down, pressed his forehead into Puck's chest. "Please." He whispered.
Puck made a sound low in his throat before he bent down to reclaim Kurt's kiss swollen lips, exploring his mouth thoroughly with each glide in and retreat of his tongue. Puck would never get enough of Kurt's taste, it made him feel dizzy, made him forget everything but the now. He could kiss Kurt forever. All too soon Puck was moving off of him, tugging his jeans off fully leaving his body completely nude before rejoining Kurt on the bed, his hands stroked the younger man's exposed skin restlessly. Puck's cock was red and swollen, curving up to his stomach, fluid gathering at the tip. Kurt couldn't take his eyes off of it.
Kurt couldn't resist the urge to touch, he felt compelled to. His hand reached out shyly to grasp Puck's hard cock. It was a warm and heavy weight in his hand, the flesh seemed to throb and Kurt squeezed experimentally, his thumb swiping through the precome beaded at the tip. A soft groan escaped Puck and Kurt looked up at him, surprised to see the pained expression on his face.
"Am I doing this wrong?" Suddenly Kurt felt unsure, it wasn't like he had any prior experience. Puck had been touched by dozens of men this way, each more skilled than he was. Kurt moved to let go and Puck's hand closed on top of his, curling Kurt's fingers around his shaft forcefully.
"No…harder…." Puck inhaled shakily. "Not gonna break." He moved Kurt fingers up and down his hard shaft, showing Kurt how he liked to be touched, teaching him the rhythm. "Too soon," Puck gasped, uncurling Kurt's fingers from him. "Wanna make this last." He explained over Kurt's protests, pinching Kurt's hardened pink nipples before drawing one into his mouth to suck on it slowly. Puck bit the small nub, holding it softly between his teeth before soothing the nipple with lashes of his tongue.
"Ah." Kurt keened, nearly pushing Puck off of him in his eagerness to draw the older man closer. He arched up into Puck's touch, letting out a soft sound of need when Puck's hand slid down the back of his pants to cup his ass.
"Ssh, I've got you." Puck soothed as he unbuckled Kurt's pants. Puck yanked his pants and under wear down and off his feet. Before Kurt could protest, his mouth trailed down Kurt's chest. He paused to dip his tongue into Kurt's sensitive navel and nudged Kurt's legs apart with his shoulders to settle in between his legs.
Puck drew the tip of Kurt's cock into his mouth and Kurt let out a low moan as he was enveloped in wet, hot heat. "Oh…shit." Kurt's entire body trembled. He let his legs fall open when he felt Puck's slick finger circling his opening before pushing into the tip insistently. The wet heat of Puck's mouth distracting him. "Noah!" He cried out. The sensation was so foreign yet so good, the slight discomfort only serving to heighten the sensation and the pain making it real. Kurt suddenly felt empty. Even though Puck's finger was inside of him, he wanted more, wanted Puck inside of him.
"So fucking tight," Puck worked one finger in and out, rotating inside of Kurt, marveling at his tightness. Puck's stomach clenched with need. He couldn't wait to replace his fingers with his cock and to have that pink hole snug around him. "I can't wait to fuck you." He wanted to feel Kurt squeeze around him, see him cry out as he rode him hard; fucked him senseless. "Feel good?" Puck's voice was husky, vibrating around Kurt's dick.
"S-so good." Kurt moaned when Puck added another finger, scissoring him open. His eyes were glassy, his lips parted as he panted softy, watching Puck's fingers move in and out of him. The heat of Puck's mouth on him, the slow suction as Puck licked him; it drove Kurt crazy. "Yes." Kurt all but purred, twisting his hips; fucking himself on Puck's fingers.
"Shit baby." Puck marveled at Kurt's innocent reactions, his genuine surprise at the sheer pleasure. "Making me crazy." Hearing Kurt's moans and pleas, Puck kept his grey eyes focused on his young lover's face as his tongue circled the slit of Kurt's weeping cock, then moved to dip inside. Kurt moaned, his hands reaching down to cup the back of Puck's head; press him closer.
"Ohgodohgodohgod" Kurt chanted as Puck rubbed his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the underside of his swollen shaft. Puck's teeth grazed over his sensitive flesh and the duel sensations proved to be too much. Kurt could feel his stomach muscles tightening and felt himself on the brink of a climax - then suddenly there was nothing. His hands reached out to scrabble at Puck shoulders. "Please, Noah…please…." He didn't even know what he was begging for. All he knew was that he was empty and aching; that Puck could make all that go away.
"Please what?" Puck teased, his fingers pulling out of Kurt to press against his puckered rim.
"I want you inside of me." Kurt settled onto his back, his hands reaching out for Puck. Puck swore at the picture Kurt made as he hurriedly rolled on a condom. His head was thrown back, white throat bared to his mouth and lips bitten red and wanton. He was so beautiful and debauched and Kurt offered himself so freely, spreading his legs for him. It was amazing.
Puck moved over Kurt, settling between his legs. With one hand he gripped the base of his hard latex covered cock, staving off his orgasm before he guided the head to Kurt's loosened hole. Teasingly, Puck dragged the bulbous head of his cock down Kurt's ass crack, feeling Kurt jump and rock down against him.
"Noah…oh God, please."
Kurt's nails scratched against his shoulders and he lost control. Puck shoved into Kurt's slick entrance, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against Kurt's ass. Kurt stiffened below him, his back bowed in pain and his eyes tightly screwed shut in discomfort.
Kurt felt strange, now trying to adjust to the sensation of being too full, the sharp pain and then finally the ache. Puck was inside of him, filling him with burning heat, but holding himself still. Kurt opened his eyes slowly to see Puck watching him, his face strained and sweat dotting his hairline. They were one.
"Kurt…I-I can't wait…you feel too fucking good." Puck shifted his hips back and slid forward, his voice deep and rough. "I have to move." Kurt forced his body to relax around Puck and the older man groaned slightly.
"Do it." Kurt moved his hips experimentally and a jolt of pleasure ran through his spine when he felt Puck swell even larger inside of him. "Move."
The small, tiny mewls Kurt made drove Puck to the brink. He pulled almost all of the way out then thrust back in hard, rolling his hips as he did so, searching for that spot that would make Kurt fall apart. "You're so fuckin' sexy." Puck murmured, drawing Kurt's leg over his shoulder, fucking into him frantically. The head of his cock bumped against the small bundle of nerves deep inside Kurt. "Like me fucking you? Like my cock up your ass?"
"Y-yes…oh god. Yes!" Kurt fell apart beneath him, his eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth working out soundless pleas. Kurt's fingers gripped the bed sheets frantically; the feel of Puck's thick cock moving in and out of him was too much. "Fuck me harder." Kurt didn't even recognize his own voice. His back arched in pleasure, taking Puck's cock deeper inside of him
"You take it so good." Puck spread Kurt's cheeks, watched his dick spilt into Kurt's puffy hole as Kurt cried out mindlessly underneath him. The bed creaked with each forceful thrust, the headboard knocking against the wall in dull thuds.
Kurt gasped for air, his lungs burning as Puck rode him and fucked him into the mattress. Kurt wrapped his other leg around Puck's waist, sucking on Puck's throat to stifle his shouts of ecstasy.
"Come for me." Puck demanded and reached down to stroke Kurt's cock determinedly, twisting his fist up and down the shaft.
Kurt came with Puck's name on his lips, shooting thick, white jets of come between them. Before Kurt could even stop shivering from the force of his orgasm, Puck rolled them over, settling onto his back and bringing Kurt down above him. The new position impaled Kurt on Puck's cock and he whimpered, over sensitized.
"Holy fuck." Puck rolled his hips, watching his cock disappear up between Kurt's legs into his hot channel. His hands held Kurt's hips in a punishing grip, keeping the younger man stationary to accept his furious thrusts. Kurt cried out, finally shifting his hips to angle Puck's thrusts toward his prostrate. Watching Kurt bounce up and down his cock, his stunned blue eyes focused on Puck's face, was the most erotic thing Puck had ever witnessed. Puck came soon after that thought, the soft contractions of Kurt's muscles milking his dick driving him over the edge.
A wave of dizziness accompanied Kurt's second orgasm and he collapsed onto Puck's chest, breathing heavily with his hips still rocking, Puck buried inside of him.
"You okay?" Puck murmured against his ear and Kurt nodded sluggishly. After a while Puck pulled out of Kurt, carefully positioning them on their sides. Kurt smiled when he felt Puck's arm fall on top of him, the heavy weight comforting him. Puck's fingertips grazed Kurt's wrists, skirting the half formed bruises gently. Kurt waited for more words, encouragement, endearments, anything but nothing came. As more time passed Kurt felt colder and colder, despite the heat radiating off Puck. It wasn't like he could stay the night.
Puck's breaths evened out, signaling his slumber, and Kurt slowly slid out from under his arm. Kurt wanted to stay, wanted it more than anything in the world but his father would be coming back early tomorrow morning. He didn't want to jeopardize Puck's job, especially now that he knew about Aidan.
That's what he told himself at least. The reality was he was too much of a coward to stay and have Puck look at him distastefully in the morning. Like he did with any other one night fuck who didn't leave. This night had meant everything to Kurt but to Puck…it was just another notch in his bedpost. A way to forget.
But he had known all that before climbing into bed with him. Kurt couldn't stop the prick of tears behind his lids as he curled up on his huge bed alone. He already missed Puck's warmth, missed the way Puck curled around him as he slept.
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Kurt took a long shower the next morning, standing beneath the hot spray until his skin wrinkled. He wanted to prolong the inevitable awkward meeting with Puck for as long as possible. What exactly was the proper etiquette for these types of things? A grim smile touched his lips as he imagined telling Puck, 'Thank you for fucking me'. How would Puck react to that? Probably not well. The more Kurt thought about it the more convinced he became that Puck wouldn't want to be near him. Finally, Kurt sighed and turned off the tap. There was no use in hiding.
Kurt winced as he stepped out of the shower and then smiled despite the ache in his ass. Muscles he hadn't even known existed before last night were now sore and making their existence known. Kurt could still feel Puck in him and his hole was still loose. Kurt shivered. He hoped he could mange to walk without limping; he didn't want his father getting suspicious.
"Did I hurt you last night?"
Kurt spun around so fast at the unexpected presence that he slipped on the wet tiled floor but before he could crash into the ground and undoubtedly break a few bones, Puck was there, holding him upright, his strong arms wrapping around him. Kurt looked up at him through his wet hair, breathless.
"You okay?" Puck asked.
"How did you get in here?" Given the situation Kurt was a bit too aware of how good Puck looked in his standard fitted jeans and a tight black tee shirt.
"The usual way. The door."
"I locked the door!"
"I picked the lock." Puck shrugged.
"Unbelievable." Kurt sputtered.
"You left last night." Puck said simply. As if that justified breaking into Kurt's room.
Kurt pushed himself away and out of Puck's arms, his hands reaching down to tighten his towel around him. He felt Puck eyes on his bare chest and flushed. Kurt had seen himself that his pale skin was littered with red marks. "I thought it was better if I did."
"Why?" Puck's eyes were intense. "Was I too rough? Did I hurt you…?" Puck asked worriedly.
"No! No, I'm fine, you're fine." Kurt licked his lips, his eyes taking in Puck's muscled upper body. He remembered how it felt to have Puck press him into the mattress, fuck him into the mattress. "You are so fine." He said under his breath, unaware of saying the words aloud.
"Fine, huh?" Puck's cockiness was back. "I thought you were better than fine. I would say you were amazing; mind blowing. You felt so fucking good." He stalked Kurt across the room. Each time Kurt took a step back Puck took one forward. This continued until Kurt's back was pinned to the wall and Puck was at his front. "Never had it so good." Puck admitted lowly and Kurt's heart soared. Take that Tripp Vanderbilt and random guys. "Didn't expect you to leave so soon."
"I thought you were…done." Kurt concluded, for lack of a better word.
"I'll never be done with you." Puck kissed Kurt, his tongue tracing the younger man's lips, drinking in his sweet moan. "Feels like I could never get enough of you." His hand played at the edge of Kurt's towel for a moment, then slipped down under it to squeeze Kurt's ass. "I bet you're still open for me." One long finger slid between Kurt's cheeks, the tip pressing inside. Kurt shivered helplessly. "Bet I could fuck you right now, right against the wall and you'd let me. You'd be ready for me."
"N…Noah." Kurt breathed. His face felt like it was on fire, he was probably a very dangerous shade of red.
"So fucking innocent," Puck gave Kurt one last lingering kiss then reluctantly pulled back. "I can't wait to teach you, corrupt you."
Kurt's mouth was dry and he was hard underneath his towel. He couldn't wait for that too.
"First things first," Puck disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a cup of hot blended coffee and chocolate. "I know you need your sugar in the morning." Puck winked. "And I'm technically on duty."
"Thanks." Kurt took the paper cup and felt the heat of the liquid seep into his palms.
Puck paused by the door. "Oh, and Kurt?" Kurt looked at him expectantly. "Don't ever leave while I'm asleep. I'll always want you there when I wake up."
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"You're in a good mood." Dallas remarked, eyeing Puck suspiciously.
"What can I say? It was a good night." Puck grinned. "A really good night."
"You got some tail?"
"I was with someone, yeah." Puck frowned; he didn't like Kurt being referred to as that.
"Tail? Is that what you kids are calling it now a days?" Katie came in and snagged a roll off of the table. "By the way, you both are gross."
"Katie, you say the sweetest things." Puck grinned.
"I didn't take you for a repeat offender." Dallas smacked his back and ignored Katie's disgusted look. "That Tripp guy must have like a magic mouth or something."
"I wasn't with him." Puck said distastefully.
"Then who?"
"Yeah, who?' Katie echoed. She grinned at Puck's incredulous look; she usually never got involved in conversations like this. "What? Now, I'm interested."
Puck opened his mouth to answer but before he could Kurt came into the room followed by Chad. His eyes immediately sought out and found Puck's. The moment eye contact was made his cheeks bloomed with color. Puck couldn't stop his own smile from forming in response. Kurt looked absolutely gorgeous in dark jeans and a red sweater, the white collar of another shirt peeking out at the neckline. Puck could just make out the faint outline of a red hickey on Kurt's collar bone. Seeing his mark, so vivid on Kurt's alabaster skin, made Puck's mouth go dry. He wished the day was over all ready so he could add more marks all over Kurt's skin.
Dallas followed his gaze and his eyes hardened in realization. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Puck looked at him, startled by the venom in his tone. "Why are you-"
"What the fuck?" Dallas' voice was filled with fury and Puck was too confused to answer.
"Are you okay?" Kurt frowned.
Dallas didn't answer. Instead he reared back, getting up from the table so fast his chair toppled over.
"What's going on?" Katie asked, she was just as confused as Puck. "Dallas?" She reached out a tentative hand to him but he backed away.
"Stay away from me." Dallas croaked. "Just stay away." He ran out of the room. Puck and Chad exchanged looks.
It'd been so long, since Dallas had behaved like this; not since Jenna and losing Aidan.
Puck had thought it was over but it was happening again.
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"Dallas." The other man didn't turn around his shoulders still hunched forward as he sat in the corner of the room, legs pressed to his chest and facing the wall.
"I don't like this guy." He whispered, rocking back and forth.
Puck just stared at his friend's back dully. He didn't respond.
"There was a time when that would mean something to you."
"It still does." Puck protested. "Listen, about Kurt…if you got to know him-"
"Got to know him?" Dallas repeated. "I don't want or need to get to know him. Why bother? When this is all over we get on a plane and go back to Lima."
Puck was silent and he looked down at the table.
"Isn't that the plan?"
"Of course it is." Puck paused; he had to tread carefully when Dallas got like this. " But there's no reason why we can't come back to New York, after we get Aidan back. We could work from here, plenty of people are hiring."
"No. That's not what you said." He moved closer to the wall and Puck felt his stomach clench. "We can't stay here."
"Dal, come on, man. Get up."
"You're going to leave me, aren't you? He's taking you from me."
"Don't say stupid shit." Puck knelt down next to him. "You know that's not true."
"It was supposed to be me and you, otherwise, it's no good."
"It will-"
"When you're gone they come back." Dallas's voice was getting softer and higher. His normal deep voice was now non existent. He spoke with the tones of a child. "You can't let them come back."
"Hey." Puck grasped his friend's face, forcing him to look at him. "Stop it, don't do this okay? I'm right here…no one's going to come back."
"You promised." Dallas repeated in that child like tone. Puck shuddered.
"Dallas!" Puck felt helpless, watching his friend slip further and further into himself. It was terrifying. "Fucking stop it, you're past this." He demanded. "Dallas…."
The green eyes focused and Puck could have sobbed his relief. "Don't you fucking do that to me again." Puck admonished.
"I….I won't. I'm sorry…what did I….I didn't mean-" Dallas broke off, inhaling noisily. "Shit … I didn't mean to."
"I'm going to get Mike." Puck rose to his feet. "Don't move."
"Yeah… yeah…" Dallas nodded distractedly and Puck could see that he was still stuck in that in between. He was no longer the child but he wasn't the man. "Puck?" If anything it was the in between that scared Puck the most.
"Yeah?"
"You're my best friend."
Puck swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. "I know."
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"Well?" Quinn stepped out from behind the screen with a flourish, her hands raised high as she walked her impromptu runway down the center of her bedroom. "So do you love it or do you love it?" She gushed. "It's a vintage Chanel gown! Daddy says that Jackie Kennedy once wore this! That's like American royalty - basically I'm wearing the queen's dress." She regarded herself in the mirror. "I think it's totally fitting that I wear it to the club's winter formal."
"It's a fantastic dress." Kurt agreed and he wasn't lying. The red satin draped gown was amazing, a designer's dream and it clung to Quinn body in all the right places.
"I knew you would think so! I'm hoping that when Finn sees me in this then he'll finally pop the question." She squealed.
"Marriage? You've been seeing each other for six months." Kurt was surprised at the haste.
'I know how long we've been together." Quinn turned, her gaze suspicious. "Do you have some sort of problem with Finn?"
"No." Kurt lied. It wasn't like he could tell his best friend that her boyfriend gave him the creeps. He also definitely could not tell her that Finn had come on to him on several occasions. It was nothing too obvious, barring one drunken kiss and attempted grope fest, it was mostly just lingering touches and looks but Kurt knew when a man wanted him. "I just think you need to slow down."
"Don't be stupid." Quinn's voice was brittle, an odd expression crossing her face. "We love each other. Finn and I are a perfect match."
"But Quinn-" Kurt began but she was already shifting back towards the mirror.
"Kurt, you'll understand what love feels like someday."
He felt a shot of annoyance go through him. "Fine."
Kurt let the matter drop and Quinn smiled warmly again. "I just can't figure out what to do with my hair. Up?" She gathered her long blonde strands and piled them on top of her head. Kurt shook his head and she let her hair fall. "Then it's down?"
Kurt got up from her bed and snagged a hairbrush off the dresser on his way to Quinn. "Maybe we should try a low up do." He began to gently brush the strands away from her face, carefully smoothing down her hair before securing it back at the nape of her neck into an elastic scrunchie.
"I love it!" Quinn turned her neck slowly, catching her reflection at every angle. "You always know what's best, Kurtie." She beamed.
"Thanks." Kurt smiled back awkwardly looking around at the mahogany furniture, the luxurious bed sheets and drapes - anywhere but at his friend.
"Is something wrong?" Quinn picked up on his discomfort instantly.
"Um, actually, yes." Kurt twisted his hands nervously. "Something's been bothering me, Quinn."
"You need to talk?" She looked at him kindly. "Just give me a minute to get out of this dress, it cost a fortune."
"Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about…"
"The dress? You want to borrow it? Dress up for that bodyguard of yours?" Quinn's eyes sparkled with amusement. "No can do, buddy!"
"Quinn…" Kurt cleared his throat. In the entire fifteen years that they had been friends, they'd never had to speak about money. "How are your parents doing?"
Quinn's brow creased at the sudden change of topic. "They're fine." She turned back towards the full length mirror, her hands caressing the rich satin at her hips absently. "Why are you suddenly interested?"
Kurt winced. "I was thinking about the other day, you know, the calls from the bank."
"I told you that was a crank call!" Her voice was getting agitated. '"I don't know why this is suddenly a hot topic! First Artie nags me about it and now you."
"Quinn." Kurt met her eyes in the mirror. "When Don dropped Chad and I off, I couldn't help but notice that your dad's Bugatti Veyron, Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren Roadster and Porsche Carrera GT were missing."
Silence. "They're in the garage. Daddy thinks they'll get damaged if we keep them out in the elements."
"That never bothered him before." Kurt exclaimed. "I mean, really Quinn, we're talking about the guy who let us play fast and furious in his Aston Martin!"
"Times change." Quinn snapped. She turned to face him, her blue eyes cold. "If there's something you want to ask then just ask it."
"Fine." Kurt took a deep breath. "Are you guys having money trouble?"
"You jerk!" Quinn grabbed a decorative pillow and threw it at Kurt's head. It hit the side of his face with a soft thwack. "You don't just ask things like that!"
"You told me to!" Kurt shot back, tossing the pillow behind him and ducking the next flying one.
"Because I was hoping you would be polite and shut up!"
"Quinn."
"Kurt." She mocked, folding her arms across her chest.
Kurt raised a brow, "Are we really going to be that immature?"
"Fine. The answer is yes, we are having financial difficulties. It's gotten so bad that we let Rosa go." Quinn sat down on the settee heavily.
"Oh Quinn-"
"I miss my quesadillas." She wailed. Tears welled in her eyes and Kurt's heart clenched. "And it's not just that, Mother has taken nearly all of my jewelry. She says it's just for security but I know better. She even took the Bvlgari pendant you gave me for my sixteenth birthday!"
"Wow." Kurt sat down next to her and took her hand in his. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know." Quinn cried helplessly. "I can't lose everything I've ever known, I'll die if I'm poor; I just know it!"
"But how…?" He motioned to her gown.
"It's a knock off." Quinn admitted. "I saw it on Penelope Cruz and I sewed it by memory, the ruching is a bit off though." She sniffed. "I can't believe I'm a bootlegger! I'm no better than the people who sell fake Louis Vuittons on the sidewalk."
Kurt had to smile a bit at that and Quinn gave him a watery smile in return. "Do you know how this happened?"
"I heard daddy on the phone, he said it was overexpansion. All of his stores are bleeding money and he basically has no liquid assets."
"What about your trust fund?"
"The trust my grandmother left me can't be accessed until I'm thirty five and my parents already bled mine dry." She looked at him beseechingly.
"How about…." Kurt hesitated but then continued on. Quinn was his best friend. "How about my trust fund?" Kurt's mother was the only daughter of a Texas oil baron. When his mother had died, her parents had transferred their controlling stock in the family company to Kurt. Of course Kurt knew nothing about the business, having been raised in New York solely by his father but he did receive a salary and annual report each year. His father had been legally barred from touching any part of the money; a direct insult to Burt who had never been liked by his in-laws. But Kurt still needed his father's signature to withdraw a large amount.
"Really?" Quinn's tears dried quickly. "How much do you have?"
"Uh…." Kurt was taken aback by her sudden mood swing. "I haven't ever checked really, there was never a need to…but it should be enough, as long as your dad isn't in the hole for over fifty million. I can't withdraw more than that."
"Can we go to the bank now? Could we check your balance?" She got to her feet hurriedly, taking her cell phone with her. "Let me just change and we'll go see!" She disappeared into her walk in closet, leaving Kurt alone.
"I'm going to have to ask my father first!" Kurt yelled belatedly. He wasn't quite sure how these things worked but he was suddenly feeling uneasy about just handing over his trust to the Fabrays. His father would know what to do and what papers to draw up to make it all go smoothly. Kurt was sure he would jump at the chance to help their friends.
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"Absolutely not."
"Dad, please." Kurt begged. "Quinn's family is really in trouble, they need our help."
"Help?" Burt scoffed, uncapping a bottle of scotch. "What they need is a CEO that doesn't run off with the company's money."
"What?"
"Everybody knows, Kurt…well, currently, just the stock holders but soon it'll become common public knowledge. You should really pay more attention to the society around you." Burt sipped his drink, before adding some ice cubes belatedly. "It's the talk of the business world. Fabray ran off with his little lady friend, cleaned the company out and now Mrs. Fabray has to foot the bill."
"Oh my God." Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could he have not known? He was one of Quinn's best friends and she hadn't said anything. Was she too ashamed? Did she think that Kurt would sneer at her-
"Don't be so melodramatic." Burt said. "I'm sure they have more than enough insurance to cover it."
"Dad! They don't. Quinn says-"
"Quinn didn't even tell you that her father ran off with his mistress. I think she's proven how trustworthy she is."
"She was probably just embarrassed." Kurt insisted. "I'm sure she would have told me sooner or later."
"Before or after she weaseled fifty million out of you?" Burt shook his head, tsking. "Kurt, you have got to learn to be more careful. You can't let people take advantage of your kind heart."
"She's my friend."
"She's just trying to use you." Burt gave him a sympathetic smile. "My father once told me there isn't a rich man alive who can't find a friend." Burt poured another glass of scotch. "Today you learn the same lesson."
"We've known the Fabrays for over fifteen years!"
"And you're just now learning what kind of people they are?" Burt regarded him closely. "There's a lot that goes on that you seem to miss, Kurt. It's worrying."
"You won't sign off?" Kurt clenched his jaw to keep from letting out a biting retort. His father didn't know what he was talking about.
"I'll tell you something, son. Four months ago, Fabray came to me and asked me to finance a private loan, the amount doesn't matter. And do you know what I told him?" Burt didn't pause for an answer. "I told him I wouldn't give him one penny much less the amount that he was asking for." He pointed to the door. "I suggest you call up Quinn and tell her the same."
"It's my money." Kurt declared flatly. How could he stand by and let Quinn lose everything? His dad was talking in riddles.
"There is no way in hell I'll sign off on fifty million."
Kurt lifted his chin. "I can withdraw ten without your signature."
"Go ahead." Burt sat down behind his desk. "Something tells me that won't be enough for you dear friend."
Kurt was left with no choice but to call Quinn that night and tell her that his father had refused. Her voice had turned hollow, emotionless and Kurt could tell that she was hurt, upset. Probably ashamed.
They'd ended their conversation in less than three minutes.
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"So if someone comes at you from behind?" Puck prompted. They were sitting on the bed in Puck's bedroom, practicing some basic self defense techniques after watching the movie 'Enough' at Kurt's suggestion.
"I need you to demonstrate." Kurt pouted. "I'm a visual learner."
Puck rolled his eyes but scooted over on the bed, rearranging their bodies so that Kurt's back was pressed against his unclothed chest. "Well?"
"Aren't you supposed to grab me or something?" Kurt wriggled back, pressing himself closer to his new lover. After the first night a week ago they hadn't slept apart. Puck shifted his hips, trying not to get aroused. Kurt smiled, knowing the effect that he was having.
"Fine," Puck brought his hands around, hooking them under Kurt's arms, effectively trapping the younger man against him. "Try and get free."
"I don't wanna get free." Kurt countered, snuggling closer, his ass snug against Puck's crotch. "I like it here."
"Kurt." Puck groaned. "Stop, you have to get back to your room soon anyway."
"Mmm," Kurt rubbed against him sinuously, like a cat. "Let's make a deal."
"I'm listening."
"If I can get free, I want a reward." Kurt insisted. "I think I deserve one."
"Oh yeah?" Puck chuckled softly. "You're pretty cocky…what do you have in mind?"
"We go for dinner and show, just you and me and no crew for one night."
"Impossible." Puck actually felt a twinge of regret that they actually couldn't do that.
"Okay, dinner in my room, just the two of us, for two hours?"
"Doable." Puck couldn't resist and kissed his way down Kurt's neck.
"All I wanted to hear." There was a smile in Kurt's voice and Puck got the feeling he had underestimated his partner.
"Well?" Puck said after there was no struggle. Kurt didn't answer. Instead he shifted back sharply, twisting and rolling his hips, grinding his ass against Puck's rapidly hardening crotch. "Fuck." Puck breathed, heat flaring through him. "You're cheating…."
"You're so hard." Kurt moaned, knowing that Puck enjoyed hearing him talk dirty. "I want you so fucking bad. Wanna feel your cock split me open." He whimpered, hips pushing back harder. "Don't you want that? I'll let you fuck me from behind on all fours - " Kurt broke off on a gasp of laughter finding himself free and flipped unto his back in an instant. Puck was above of him, eyes predatory.
"You little cheater." Puck mock scolded, nipping at Kurt's lower lip.
"Doesn't matter," Kurt giggled, looking up at him happily. "A deal's a deal, and I won, by fair means or foul. So I get you to myself for two hours."
"You did and you do." Puck agreed. "I'll have to remember that you fight dirty next time."
"I do plenty of things dirty."
"God, you drive me crazy." Puck brushed soft strands of hair off Kurt's forehead, drinking in his glittering blue gaze and pink cheeks. He was so beautiful.
"In all the right ways?" Kurt asked cheekily.
"In every way."
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Puck looked up when Mike came into the room, a six pack of beer in one hand. Puck had to resist the urge to smile. Mike was trussed up in a black suit and dress shirt. The deposition for Kurt's attempted assault had been that morning. Mike as the official president of the company had gone to court on Puck's behalf, the alternate force being led by Katie while they were dealing with this issue. Dallas had accompanied Mike to the court but the other man wasn't with Mike right now. Puck frowned at his absence but then forced himself to let it go. Mike had been dealing with Dallas's episodes for far longer than he had. Puck had to trust that Mike was working it out now.
"Big news." Mike dumped a thick manila envelope onto Puck's lap. "The two punks who tried to nab Kurt are not only pleading not guilty but suing us for aggravated assault and emotional distress."
"Fucking great." Puck had expected the aggravated assault. Not so much the emotional distress.
"Well, what'd you expect Rambo? You were supposed to subdue the suspects, not go medieval on their asses." Mike flopped down on the couch next to him, kicking his feet up onto Burt's expensive glass coffee table. The older man was still in a meeting with his lawyers otherwise, Mike wouldn't have dared. "But don't worry; Hummel is footing the legal bills. That guy was so fucking pissed when they announced the charges…that being said, Hummel's lawyers will make sure those guys go away for a very, very long time."
"Awesome." Puck was relieved. "Because there was no way in hell I would've been able to afford legal fees. My bank account now has a grand total of two dollars and twenty three cents as of ten o'clock today."
Mike cracked open two bottles of beer. "We wired the bitch the money this morning. I have a grand total of one dollar and seventy six cents." He handed Puck a beer. "To her quick and sudden death." He raised his bottle in a mock toast.
Puck chuckled darkly, clinking his glass against Mike's. "Hear, hear." Then drank deeply, draining half the bottle in one pull.
"Ah." Mike belched contentedly. "I forgot to tell you the best part. Those guys claim to have been hired by the American Citizens Against Outsourcing which was a big surprise to everyone since it's a self declared pacifist group. They must have really wanted to teach Burt Hummel a lesson to go as far as to stalk his son and hold him for ransom. They are, of course, denying it. "
"They said they were going to demand a ransom?"
"Not today." Mike shook his head. "But all of the previous threats alluded to monetary compensation."
"There's just one thing that's been bothering me about this whole bit." Puck looked toward Kurt's room unconsciously. They'd been asked to wait outside in order to give Kurt, Quinn and Artie privacy. Puck had been about to refuse but Mike had swooped in ahead of him, shut the drapes and ushered him out before he even had the chance to form his protest. "It was driving me crazy because I could never place it."
"What?" Mike asked.
"How did those two know that Kurt would chose that bathroom and not only that, how did they know the specific when?"
"They said they'd been following you around all day." Mike shrugged. "It wouldn't be too hard to slip behind one of the stores and get through a vent. We could do that kind of thing in under five minutes."
"No, in order to do that they'd have to map the entire ducts system beforehand." Puck shook his head. "Something doesn't feel right about this. These guys had no guessing room time. They had to specifically know."
"Hummel's been receiving threats for months prior to our involvement. Maybe they watched Kurt's movements and saw the places he frequented, noted his habits."
"Mike!" A flash of realization went through him. "That's it! You're fucking brilliant!"
"Uh…thanks?"
"Those guys, they said they were hired by ACAO, right? Even though the group denies it. I think I'm with ACAO on this, for fucks sake they meet at IHOP." Puck asked. "How the hell would they possibly have the money and the man power to follow Kurt for months?"
Mike frowned, drumming his fingers against the side of his beer bottle. 'They wouldn't."
"But you know who does have the man power for that?"
Mike looked at him blankly. "Bill Gates?"
"No, you idiot. Friends." Puck paced the room, his mind racing. "And they wouldn't need to spend a dime. Anybody who spends enough time with Kurt and knows him well enough would automatically know his habits and his location, literally everyday. They would know his routine and what they didn't know specifically, they could just ask."
"Let me get this straight." Mike raised a brow in consternation. "You're accusing his high society friends of not only trying to kidnap him but stalking him for months?"
"Not stalking. Think about it, Mike. Back home, when you go jogging, I know you leave your house everyday at eight fifteen am. You take the Huntington bike trail by eight thirty and cut through the second elm and out a quarter of a mile, to toss a penny into the wish fountain, every single time!"
Mike flushed a dull red at the mention of the wishing well. "What the fuck man…It's tradition, not like I believe it or anything."
"Not the point." Puck dismissed. "And when we go to Damon's to catch a game where do we go after? And I need a complete rundown."
"We go to Carreba's two blocks down because Damon's bathrooms always have shit smeared across the walls-" Mike eyes went wide. "No way, you really think one of his high society friends?' He lowered his voice. "You think it's the kid in the chair?" Puck could tell by his tone that he was joking.
"I don't have that part down yet."
"Good luck clearing that with Kurt. I don't think he'll appreciate you accusing his friends of attempted kidnapping even less give you a run down of his suspicious pals."
"I know." Puck could already envision Kurt's reactions and none of the possible scenarios that ran through his mind had a positive outcome. Now that they were no longer in a strict body guard client relationship, these kind of encounters could get sticky.
"Too bad we can't read his mind." Mike grimaced. "We're going to have to do it the hard way, cell phone statements, phone call-."
"Read his mind?" Puck suddenly thought back to his first night at the Hummel residence, he remembered reading Kurt's journal. From what he had seen, Kurt wrote in that thing religiously. There would definitely be a clue to who could have possible known or even suggested they go to the shopping plaza that day. "I'll do you one better, we can read his diary."
"That sound intrusive but much better than leafing through thousands of papers." Mike leaned forward. "When can you get it?"
"Maybe tonight?"
"We need it sooner than that." Mike shook his head. "I'll distract your boyfriend and you get your hands on that journal."
'He'll notice when he can't update it tonight." Puck knew it was necessary but he really didn't like the idea of rifling through Kurt's personal things. Wait a second - "And he is not my boyfriend."
"Sure, sure." Mike waved him off. "I completely buy that you two just watch movies all night. They must be action packed films cause I innocently walked by your room last night and Kurt was ohing and ahing-" He broke off into a fit of laughter when Puck punched him. "That fucking hurt, prick! What is this high school?" Mike smirked. "You didn't write him a little note yet, tell him to check yes or no if he likes you?"
"God, I hate you." Puck shoved his friend.
"The feelings mutual." Mike flipped him off then got serious again. "So we narrow down the list of suspects and case them out at snowflakes and ice cream shakes glitter sunshine ball."
Puck grinned. " It's a simple winter formal." He corrected. "And yeah, we can case out the kids there."
Mike flipped on his lap top. "Where's Chad?"
"I think he's in the kitchen."
"Get him in here." Mike opened up an internet browser. "I need him to get me into Kellerman's database. We're going to need a list of every guest that's attending that party."
"That party is tomorrow."
"Yeah, I know." Mike looked at him pointedly. His computer screen flashed in front of him. "So hurry, if anyone can crack this, it's Mayhem."
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