GAH! I did NOT mean to wait this long until I put up this chapter! I had it all written out like 2 days after posting the first chapter and then my computer died! (luckily I transferred it to a flash drive) So I was 100% computer-less for about a week. Finally, had to re-instal Windows and now I have my computer back...but no Microsoft Word! So I am sorry for any major spelling/grammar mistakes-I have proof read this about three times (but spelling was never my strong point;p) and I'm not sure when chapter 3 will be written or put up (No Microsoft Word has devastated me)
Hope you enjoy this and I will finagle a way to get chapter 3 out soon!
Effect of a Summer Epiphany Ch. 2
"Coffee."
That one word spoken by Kurt turned Puck's hopeful look to one of confusion.
"Coffee?" Puck repeated questioningly.
"Yes coffee. We can go get coffee tomorrow, 2 o'clock at The Lima Bean."
Kurt's response was cool and collected from what Puck could tell, but he himself was honestly disappointed. Coffee? Isn't that more of a date for friends? Or maybe already established couples?
"What about dinner?"
"Depends on how well coffee goes." A small smile was playing on the corners of Kurt's moisturized lips. He was feeling a small since of power deciding what and when he and Puck were going to do things.
"Why can't we get coffee today?" Puck asked optimistically. He saw it as the sooner him and Kurt got coffee, the sooner he can spend time with the boy outside of school and the quicker they can get to dinner, then, actually dating.
"Because I have stuff to do today." Like plan out the perfect outfit because he is getting coffee with Noah Puckerman! Sure he never really thought about dating Puck, nor really wanted to, but it doesn't change the fact that he will be meeting up with a hot boy.
Puck was thinking: what kind of lame ass excuse? Well that's perfectly fine with him because he is going to rock that coffee date and will get a dinner date. Just you wait Kurt, you won't be able to resist the Puckster.
"We should exchange numbers." He stated to Kurt and started digging around in his jeans' pocket for his phone and maneuvered to where he could enter a new contact once it was free from its denim prison.
"What? Why?" Not that Kurt was complaining but he made it sound like a complaint as he took his phone from the side pocket of his bag.
"In case something comes up last minute, we can contact each other. Plus, how will I know when you get to the coffee shop?" Taking Kurt's phone from his hand, damn iPhone owner, he replaced it with his own. He tapped away at the screen to input his number and traded back when Kurt was done entering his own. He shoved it back in his pocket and watched as Kurt put his own phone away. Now he can bug the boy whenever he wants!
"Alright so 2 o'clock tomorrow." He began walking towards the exit and tugged on Kurt's shoulder strap to get him to follow. Kurt stumbled a bit from the unexpected pull but steadied himself, not without a small blush, and walked along with the taller boy. The halls were devoid of people, every one having already escaped the confines of the building to start the weekend and so the student parking lot was bare.
"Um, your trucks over there." Kurt pointed to the left, a few lanes away from his own vehicle when Puck kept walking with him in the opposite direction.
"And yours is over here." He took Kurt by the shoulders and started pushing him to his Navigator. "I'm walking you to your car; hope you don't have a problem with that."
"I guess not," Kurt replied nonchalantly. They reach his car and Kurt unlocks the door, opens it, then slings his bag into the passenger seat.
"Of course not! Who would have a problem with me being so generous?" Tan arms swept out to his sides as if showcasing himself.
"I changed my mind, I do have a problem," Kurt deadpanned.
"Whatever. Now get in there and I'll see you tomorrow." He slapped Kurt's ass as the slender teen was getting into the vehicle, causing him to let out a squeak.
"Now that is sexual harassment!" he cried in outrage after throwing himself into the driver seat, but the blush across his cheeks didn't make him very threatening. Puck's grin was huge.
"You love it babe." He closed the door on a gaping Kurt and turned around with a mock salute to start walking away.
Fumbling with his keys, Kurt got the car started so he could roll down the power window and shouted at the retreating form.
"Stop calling me that!" A hand waving above a mohawked head was all he got to let him know Puck heard him. He watched the teen walk to his old truck and he couldn't help his eyes trailing over the muscled body. Kurt wouldn't call it 'checking him out' because it didn't seem dignified enough, but that's exactly what he was doing.
Tearing his eyes away, he put the car in gear and drove off, already going through his closet in his head.
!GLEE!
New Text Message: Puckzilla
Kurt re-read the screen and flopped back down on his bed, staring at his phone screen. He had just gotten into bed to go to sleep for the night when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. His heart jumped into his throat when he had seen who it was from.
Taking a calming breath he opened the text.
-sup?-
How silly was he getting all worked up over a text? It's just a simple greeting. It's not like Puck was going to throw all this in his face and say it was just some joke and he can't believe Kurt fell for it. Well, he was hoping he wouldn't.
-Puckzilla? Really? I'm changing it.-
After going through his contacts and reaching 'Puckzilla' he back spaced until it was just Puck.
New Text Message: Puck
That's better.
-To wha? Stud, Puckasauras?-
Kurt shook his head at the others strangeness and typed out a reply.
-Puck will suffice. And you should start refraining from the self-given nicknames.-
-well i sure as hell aint goin with lima loser and thats the only one i havnt given myself-
Kurt felt his stomach drop when he read the text. It probably wasn't meant to be serious but Kurt knew it must have bothered the boy to be called that.
-You're only in high school. It can't be applied to you until you're about 25 with absolutely nothing to show for your life, and that's not going to happen, is it?-
He hoped Puck would get the message that he could amount to something, or at least Kurt thinks he could if he found a goal and worked for it. Puck just needs some encouragement, which it seems no one gives him.
-iono, i guess-
And it doesn't seem he gives himself any credit.
-No it will not happen unless you let it. Now, what did you text me for?-
It took a little longer for Puck to reply back.
-just felt like buggin ya-
-Well that's fine but I need to get to sleep so I won't be walking around like the living dead tomorrow.-
-i think youd be a kool zombie-
-Cool is spelled with a c, I will not mention the other annoyances of text language, and thanks I guess.-
-welcome. night. Oh and KKKKool.-
Kurt let a small laugh slip out after he saw the rebellious ending.
-Night.-
!GLEE!
"Hey Dad, I'm going to the Lima Bean to meet up with a friend for coffee."
Please say okay, please say okay, say okay, say okay! was the chant that went through Kurt's mind. He couldn't really explain why he was so excited for this, he just woke up feeling impatient for 2 o'clock.
His father didn't even look away from the TV when he replied, and Finn was on the couch completely oblivious to the conversation.
"Which friend?"
Kurt didn't think about that part. He didn't know if he should say.
"Um, let me get back to you on that."
He dashed out of the living room and up the stairs to his own room before his Dad could question him.
"Are you cancelling on me?" He heard Puck say through the phone after he dialed his number.
"No, but my Dad wants to know who I'm having coffee with."
"So tell him." Kurt sat down on his bed, that was a surprise.
"Really? Finn is also in the room." He really didn't think Puck would be up for someone from school knowing they were hanging out. Or anyone.
"Yeah, he'll find out we're dating sooner or later and if he finds out later he would just bitch about us not telling him."
"But we're not dating."
"Yet." Kurt could definitely tell Puck was smirking.
"Hey! Don't get so cocky."
"Heh, you said cock."
"No, I said cocky," Kurt snapped back.
"And? You take of the y and its cock. You had to say cock before the y part."
Kurt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was he agreeing to meet up with him again?
"Real mature. Now I'm hanging up, call you when I get there."
He ended the call, cutting off Pucks laughter. It was awkward when that laughter gave him a tingling sensation along his skin.
Pushing whatever that is away, he stood up and went back down stairs and retook his spot next to his Dad's chair.
Burt looked away from the TV this time and up at his son.
"So what friend are you going with?"
"Puck." Dear Gucci! How weird is this?
"What?" He looked over to Finn at his loud question. His step brother was looking at him wide eyed, disbelief clear on his features.
"Is that that mokawked kid? I don't know if you should be hanging out with him."
Kurt looked from Finn to his Dad and back to Finn when the tall teen started asking a stream of questions.
"Puck? Puckerman Puck? You mean Puck from our school? Puck from Glee and Football Puck?"
Cue Carol. She walked in from the kitchen and sat on the arm of the sofa, having overheard the conversation.
"Oh would you two calm down and give Kurt a break. If he wants to spend time with Noah then why not? Sure he has made some bad mistakes in the past but he isn't necessarily a bad kid, maybe a little misguided and he doesn't really think his actions all the way through. I think spending time with Kurt could be good for him."
Burt grumbled an agreement and let Kurt go. Carol totally wears the pants.
"But Mom, what if he's a bad influence on Kurt?" Sometimes he takes the protective brother thing a little to far in Kurt's opinion, but he knows Finn means well.
"Finn, I appreciate your concern but I think I can handle it. Oh! I need to get going or I'm going to be late. Thanks Dad, thanks Carol!"
He hugged them both and rushed out the door.
When Kurt got there, Puck was already standing at the front of the small building waiting for him and Kurt got a tiny thrill from it.
"You're late," Puck commented. Kurt huffed.
"By like 2 minutes!" He held is phone, time displayed plainly on the screen, about an inches from the Jocks face who in turn laughed and pushed it away.
"Let's just go inside." He opened the door and motioned for Kurt to go first. Kurt really hated how flustered that gesture made him. A tall, muscled guy holding a door open for him. Sure he wasn't wearing designer clothes but there is something classic about blue jeans and a plain white t. A white that just made that tan look even richer.
Puck quirked an eyebrow at Kurt's staring and smirked. Stud.
After muttering a thanks, the pale teen stepped through the door and went to stand in line, Puck following behind him which he couldn't decide if it was good or bad when Puck leaned forward to talk right. next. to his ear. He stiffened.
"So what's good here? I don't really go to places like this."
Stepping away a step to put space between them, Kurt slightly turned so he could see the other. Having a conversation with his back to someone isn't really ideal.
"Depends, do you like mocha, caramel, they also have hot chocolate if you don't like coffee."
"How about you just order whatever for me."
"Alright then, but don't complain if you don't like it." He squinted his eyes and pointed a finger at the lightly smiling, taller teen.
The person in front of them finished ordering and paying so Kurt stepped up to order two Grande nonfat mochas. Puck's hand came up beside him to hand him the money when the total came up but he just waved it off.
"Don't worry, I got it."
"But-"
"I got it, it's just coffee." He gave a smile to Puck and handed over money to pay for the drinks. Puck slowly put away his own money and stepped to the side with Kurt by the pick-up area.
"I feel like our roles just got reversed." He sounded of a mix between awe and confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I was the guy in this, as in pay for stuff, take the lead, you know guy stuff."
Kurt arched an eyebrow. Sure he likes romance but he wants to be an equal, not a damsel in distress.
"You are a guy and I am a guy, I'm not going to sit back and let you do everything." He paused for a moment before continuing. "What if I let you pay for dinner?"
That perked Puck up. His eyes got wider and his posture straightened up.
"There's going to be dinner?" The question was dripping with excitement.
Kurt nodded and grabbed their drinks as soon as they were sat down. "Yep."
"Sweet."
Kurt looked at the drinks in his hands and a thought just came to him. He may have been browsing the articles on the Yahoo homepage the other day.
"Oh! Did you know that caffeine can help soothe headaches? Read an article about it online. People like to shed a negative light on it but it's really not that bad."
"Hm, interesting."
Puck took his drink from Kurt and they found an open table in a corner next to the front windows. It was one of Kurt's favorite spots because of all the light it got and the fact that he wasn't surrounded by people on all sides. The chairs were relatively soundless as they slid out from the table, much to Kurt's relief. He hated that awful screeching noise.
They sipped away at their drinks, Puck groaning after his first taste, making Kurt fight down a blush, then raved about how great the drink was.
A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Puck broke it by a non sexual sounding noise this time. Kurt's cheeks appreciated it.
"So what's the story behind the messy hair on Monday? And the new wardrobe? Even though you do look more Kurty today than the past few days." Hazel eyes roamed over Kurt's attire.
"Kurty?" He's never heard that before.
"Yeah, more…flashy? I don't know, you got the scarf, the boots, and are those pants blue or grey? I can't tell."
Puck latched onto his straw to drink more of the delicious liquid as Kurt looked at his own pants.
"How about blue-grey because I honestly don't know." His lips formed a grin. It was strange to feel so light hearted about fashion, it's usually such a serious topic for him. "That unfortunate mess on Monday," he sighed out with dramatized sorrow as he motioned to his hair, "was because I woke up late and Finn wouldn't except being late on the first day of school because I needed to fix my hair. Should have made him walk," he ended with a frown. "As far as my different sense of style, it is because I finally realized just how expensive all those clothes are!"
Puck nodded along.
"I mean of course I knew they were expensive but I never thought about how much they actually added up to at the end of the year and I can't believe my Dad let me buy all that. So, when it was time to give my baby a tune up and some new tires I freaked at the cost and realized that no matter how much I love fashion, I need to refrain from spending so much."
"I like the new look."
Kurt looked up and locked eyes with Puck but dropped his gaze to his drink from the weight of it. Those hazel eyes were intense and they somehow simultaneously made him feel confident and insecure. Clearing his throat, he tried to change the subject.
"So what happened between you and Lauren?"
"She broke it off." He took another sip and leaned back in his chair, a small trace of anger tinting his tone.
"Did you sleep with someone behind her back?" Kurt asked hesitantly, hoping the answer was no. The jock seemed to genuinely like her so that gave Kurt some hope.
"No," he replied forcefully and made sure he was making eye contact. "I wouldn't do that to someone I actually like." Kurt nodded, mentally clapping his hands with joy. That was good to hear, you know, if Kurt wanted to date him. Puck continued. "She said being associated with Glee club wasn't good for her rep anymore."
He ran a hand over his Mohawk as Kurt gripped his cup with both hands and stared at it while silence fell over them again.
"It's so stupid how much people don't like Glee club."
"Yep." Puck agreed.
They finished their coffee with random chit chat filling the time, commenting on people walking by, classes, Kurt berating Puck for being late to class on Monday, and Puck made the discovery that Kurt knew his way around a car pretty well.
"Did you get taller?" Asked Puck once he walked Kurt to the Navigator. He was trying to measure their height by moving his hand from the top of his head to Kurt's.
"I don't know, maybe."
"I don't remember us always being almost the same height."
"Well maybe it just seems that way because you used to metaphorically look down at me." He retorted jokingly. It's highly possible that he got taller, Puck just shrugged it off.
"Alright, in you go Princess," he said while opening the car door for Kurt.
"What did you just call me?" The pale teen had a hard time believing what he just heard was right. It didn't seem like a patronizing nickname but more of a fond nickname.
"Princess? What, you like babe better?" He really didn't see a problem.
"How about neither? They both sound too familiar, it doesn't feel right." Mainly because they were said with too much affection and made it seem like they were actually together.
"You'll get used to it."
Kurt glared at Puck's smirking face but pulled himself into the driver's seat and let the other boy close the door. They both waved their good byes as Kurt turned the key in the ignition. He pulled out once Puck started walking to his own vehicle.
Coffee date-Success
!GLEE!
New Text Message: Puck
Kurt opened the text with an excited smile.
-what made u agree 2 dinner?-
-I still want that explanation as to why you are pursuing me.-
And of course there is the whole, hot body, surprisingly charming personality, and wee tiny fact he may like the tan teen. Just a little bit though.
Chapter 2 DOOOOOOWN! Fingers crossed for the quick posting of chapter 3!
And is Kurt's vehicle actually a Navigator? I have no idea, can't remember the actual make and model. And has it been established what Puck actually drives? And I'm just assuming Finn rides with Kurt to school. But if none of it is correct, it's fanfiction! anything goes right? =^.^=