First off, can't believe I forgot this in the last two chapters, I don't own anything. Shocked? well you shouldn't be;p
Secondly, thank you so much to everyone who story alerted (I've never gotten so many!) and added this to your favorites! and another big thanks to you reviewers!
Thirdly, I miss the Warblers! They are what got me first hooked on Glee. (yes I caught the Gleek bug in the second season but I went back and watched it from the beginning) Oh and I still miss Sam...
Fourthly, I didn't get as far as I wanted to on this chapter...I had to cut it short because I didn't like how long it was going to be (I like my chapters to be around the same amount of words). You ever just find a fic getting away from you and trying to write itself?
Hope you enjoy this chapter now that you've gotten through this pointlessly long author note thingy-ma-bobber.
Effects of a Summer Epiphany Ch.3
It was 8pm and Puck was settled on his bed, lounging on top of the covers, propped up by the wall his bed was against, and TV on. It was turned to FX and the opening of Death Race was on his screen. He hadn't seen this movie in like a year and he was excited to see it again. Cars, blood, action, racing! Fun times man. Then his phone rang. He was pissed at the interruption but then couldn't stop the small smile he had forming from thinking it was Kurt wanting to talk to him.
Coffee was fucking awesome if you asked him, so he doesn't see why it would be odd for Kurt to call him. Hanging with the other had actually been a lot of fun and truthfully went a lot better than he thought it was going to. He was expecting bitchy Kurt but instead got cool Kurt. As long as no one annoys Kurt, he learned that the slender teen isn't so bad. Bitchy Kurt can be amusing though, he won't deny that.
The smile did fall when he saw the name on his phone screen though. Finn. Wonder what the hell he is calling for. He took one last glance at his TV and sighed before picking up.
"Hey man, what's up?"
"You and Kurt," Finn said, getting straight to the point.
"Okay then, what about us?"
"You two are hanging out now? When did this happen?"
"Today was the first time. Chill man, why do you sound so mad?"
"I'm not mad. Are you guys friends now?" Still sounded mad to Puck.
"Yeah, I think we are."
There was a pause before Finn continues his questioning.
"Is that it?"
"I hope not. I like him okay? And if he likes me back than so fucking what? We're gonna date."
"But-"
"Finn, I thought you were over this homophobia shit?" He sighed out the question, not wanting to deal with this.
"Dude, that's not it. I just don't want him getting hurt. I want you to take this seriously."
"I am taking this seriously, I've had all summer to think about this."
Puck was sitting up straight by this point, he was pissed. Why is it that no one seems to think he can be serious?
"Okay man, okay. Just don't screw this up."
"I don't plan on it."
Another pause, Puck leaned back against the wall.
"So are you like, not gonna, you know, hide it? Are you and Kurt going to let everyone know?"
"I wasn't planning on it."
He heard Finn suck in a breath through his teeth as if wincing. That can't be good.
"Oh dude, does Kurt know that? I don't think he is gonna go for that, you know how he is."
"I think he does, but we never really talked about it. I told him he could tell you and his Dad because that's family and you're still my best friend." God this was getting kind of sappy.
"Well hey! Don't worry about it. I'm not even sure if he likes you so you two might not even date!"
Finn sounded optimistic but Puck jolted up straight.
"What! What do you know? Did he tell you anything? He doesn't like me? Like, at all? I totally thought we had a connection damn it!"
"Dude, calm down! I don't know, he didn't say anything about it. When he got home he just said he was back and went to his room."
"Can you um, ask him?" He can't believe he just asked that.
"What?" Apparently, neither can Finn.
"You guys are brothers, can't you just like, ask him if he likes me?"
"I'm not going to do that! It's weird!"
"Come on dude!"
"No! If you wanna know then ask him yourself!"
"He wouldn't tell me the truth though! It would be an automatic no if I asked him. We're bros right? Come on, just ask for me." He was gesturing wildly with his arm, all coolness forgotten. No one could see it anyways so it's all good.
"Alright! Alright. Cheesus, just stop begging, it's weird. Hold on a sec, let me go ask him." A huge sigh filtered out of Puck's phone showing that Finn really didn't want to be doing this. A few moments later he was back and Puck was anxiously waiting for an answer.
"I couldn't ask him. He's on the phone with Blaine."
"Wha-"
"Oh hey man, I gotta go help my mom. I'll talk to you later."
Call ended.
Blaine? Why was Kurt talking to Blaine on the phone? They're not together anymore. Puck stared down at his phone debating whether he should try and call or text Kurt. Do people talk to their exes on the phone? Him and Blaine could still be friends for all he knows though. Unusual, but it's been known to happen, he shouldn't be getting worked up over this. Of course they could also be getting back together...No! no, no, no! He needs Kurt, not Blaine.
Well damn. Now he is getting needy. Not liking the feeling, he tossed the phone onto his bed and tried to get back into his Jason Statham movie. That lasted about five minutes before he scooped up his phone and dialed Kurt's number.
It rang, and rang, and rang before he got to the voice mail and then he hung up. Now he felt like he was being avoided. He dropped the phone back onto the bed and tried to reason with himself. Kurt could have simply walked away from his phone, no big deal. Doesn't matter either way.
Ten minutes later is phone was ringing and he swiftly picked it up. He was about to answer, cutting off the second ring, but waited. He had to play it cool, eager is not cool. Once the third ring ended he answered.
"Hey."
"Hey Puck. Sorry I missed your call but I was in the shower."
Puck just realized he hadn't had shower sex in a while.
"Do you sing in the shower?" What? It seemed like something Kurt would do and Puck always thought it was a cute quirk.
"No. Maybe. Okay sometimes I do but it's definitely not that tone-deaf, screechy singing people associate shower singing with. I always have perfect pitch and sound flawless," Kurt defended himself with a haughty tone. Puck wouldn't expect anything less. "So I know you didn't call to ask me if I sing in the shower, so what's up?"
"Nothin' much. Just seeing if we're still on tomorrow." And your not cancelling because you got back together with what's his face.
"Oh, okay. Well yes, we are still going to dinner. 7 o'clock still?"
"Yeah. Do you want me to pick you up?" That's what dates do, right?
"Ummm, I'm not sure." Puck's stomach dropped. All that progress he thought he made apparently wasn't as much as he thought. But then he clearly heard amusement in the other boys voice once he continued. "How well do you drive? I don't want to be another one of those statistics about teenage deaths from car accidents."
"I am a kick-ass driver! Haven't gotten into an accident yet." He was proud of his driving record. He hasn't even received a speeding ticket. Not that he doesn't speed, because he does, just hasn't gotten caught.
"I guess I'll take your word for it. But if I die and you don't, I am so haunting you."
Puck laughed at that. Kurt would totally be a revengeful spirit.
"You're not gonna die, geeze. And if you're done complaining then I'm going to go and I will see you at your front door at a quarter till 7."
"Don't be late, I like punctuality." Kurt chastised. Puck rolled his eyes. Why am I not surprised he thought.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mkay, bye."
!GLEE!
It was 6:38 when Kurt's house came into view and Puck drove right passed it. Panic was setting in. This was some serious shit! He was going on a fucking date! An actual date, not just a plan to get into some chicks pants, but an actual date. And that's not even mentioning that it's with another guy. Sure he has already decided that that wasn't going to get in the way but it's still so new.
He decided to drive around the block once before pulling into the driveway. Without even checking the time, he hurried out of his truck and up to the front door before he could start thinking again. Screw it if he wasn't on time.
Damn it, he doesn't know if he should ring the door bell or knock on the door. This should not be this fucking hard. On the one hand, ringing the doorbell seems wimpy and like he has no back-bone, but on the other hand, knocking on the door might seem like he likes to hit things, which he does but he doesn't want Burt thinking he might be abusive.
Oh crap! Burt. He is not good with dads. This could be a problem.
Wimpy and spineless it is! He rang the doorbell.
Footfalls sounded towards the door before Kurt was swinging open the door, looking a little flustered like he ran there.
"Hey," Puck greeted with a smile. Kurt returned the greeting with his own smile but it confused the jock when he was urgently being pushed towards the stairs leading off the porch.
"Hold on there," A voice boomed from the doorway. Oh. That's why. Burt.
Puck slowly turned around and Kurt let out a nervous laugh.
"Hey Dad, this is Puck." Kurt said and gestured to the other. Burt was staring down Puck who was glued to the spot. Clearing his throat he extended his hand to the intimidating man.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Hummel." And Burt kept up the crazy intimidating starring for a moment more before slowly shaking Pucks hand. This seems pointless really because they have already met, he has been over here since Finn moved in.
"Right. Why don't you come in for a minute." It's a trap! It's a trap! Puck was freaking out, thinking he was about to die. That's stupid, he tried to calm himself down, Kurt is a witness and Finn and Carol should be inside too.
Why did Kurt look a little scared? Not good! Not good! "Sure." At least he managed a response.
Once Burt released his hand and stepped inside the house, Kurt put a hand on his broad shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, it should be fine." Why was Puck not convinced?
They stepped into the house and into the living room. Burt motioned for Puck to sit on the couch and he internally sighed in relief when Kurt sat next to him. But Burt would not sit down! He had this towering thing going on and Puck bets that it's all part of Mr. Hummel's 'intimidate his son's date to death' plan.
So him and Kurt sat there awkwardly as Burt stared and stared and then Finn walked in. Yes! I'll have another ally and witness! thought Puck. But then Finn walked over next to Burt with out a word and started the towering and starring thing too! This is getting crazy. Where's Carol? She always seemed to like him.
"You know we should really get going Dad," Kurt said, trying to interrupt the stare down. Thank you Kurt! Puck would hug him right now if he didn't think Burt and Finn would eat off his arms. Seriously, he never thought he would feel so un-badass.
"So where are you two going?" Burt asked.
"Dad, I already told you," Kurt exasperatedly replied. Kurt really loves his Dad but this is so embarrassing and nerve racking!
"We want to hear what Puck was going to say." God Finn. He was better when he wasn't talking. Burt nodded his head in agreement with his step-son.
"Me and Kurt are going to have dinner at Breadstix and then I'm bringing him straight home." I will not kidnap Kurt, I will not molest him, I will not do anything you would protest, just don't eat me! Puck mentally added. Was he sweating? He might be sweating. And Kurt looks a little pale...er.
"I want him back by eight." Burt's voice was stern, no wavering evident.
"DAD!" Kurt protested.
"Fine, nine." And although he had already caved for a later time, he still sounded like a giant rock that was never going to move.
"Come on, I shouldn't even need a curfew."
Burt eyed Puck like he was some demon taking his son away to corrupt. He rubbed his palms on his jeans just so he could do something.
"Kurt, I don't want you out all night-" Burt started but was cut off by sweet, wonderful Carol doing her little ninja 'mom can hear everything in the house thing' and stuck her head in through the door way.
"Kurt honey, you have to be home at about ten. Your father worries about you, that's why he wants you to have a curfew. So if you guys hurry, you two will still have two and a half hours for dinner." She minutely nodded her head towards the door and that was their cue.
Kurt got up, grabbed Puck's hand and hurriedly lead him out the house calling good byes to Burt and Finn and a thank you to Carol. Puck thinks he will get that woman some flowers. They had just gotten in the truck with a sigh of relief when Puck's phone buzzed from a text.
He read the message that was from Finn: -dont screw this up.-
!GLEE!
"What do you keep staring at?" Kurt asked self consciously as he looked down at himself and tried to sense if something was on his face. He had a huge urge to grab a spoon off their table and use it as a makeshift mirror.
From across the table, Puck stared with a look of pure amazement on his features.
"It's crazy the difference an ugly bow-tie can make."
"You lost me."
"Your clothes," he gestured over the table to Kurt's gray pants, matching vest, and lavender shirt with a wave of his hand. "It's something you would normally wear but before there would be one of those ugly bow-ties around your neck." Kurt looked horrified and brought a hand up to rest on his neck.
"My bow-ties are not ugly."
"Uh yeah, they are. But it's not just yours, all bow-ties are. I hate them things." Puck shivered like they actually caused him great pain.
"They add character to an outfit!" Kurt protested. "I wish I would have worn one tonight just to irritate you." He ended in a huff and Puck for some reason thought it was hilarious. "We are done talking about this. Hey! stop laughing at me!" After swatting at Puck's arm he quickly looked around, hoping they weren't causing a scene.
A couple of people were looking their way, clearly thinking something along the lines of "stupid, uproarious kids."
"Great, now people are looking at us," He muttered as he situated his vest and then took a sip of his water. It is good for the skin to hydrate.
"So what? They're just mad because they're to busy having sticks up their asses to have any fun in their lives. Psh, bitches." That got a giggle out of Kurt and Puck just smiled at him.
"So," Kurt began, changing topics, "I was half expecting you to turn up in a t-shirt. Decided to dress up for me? Well, it's not exactly dressy, seeing as you're still wearing your ever present jeans, but formal for you."
"Damn right this is formal for me." Puck pushed the rolled up sleeve to his buttoned up black shirt farther up his left forearm. "And I was totally going to wear a t-shirt but my mom wasn't letting me out of the house until I changed it. Something about being presentable for a date."
Kurt smiled fondly as he imagined the scene in his head and took in Puck's expression. He reminded Kurt of a little kid who wasn't allowed to have a cookie before dinner. It was adorable.
"I think I like your mom."
"Yeah, you two would probably get along great, gossiping and making fun of me." Puck took a breadstick from the basket on their table and bit off the end. Of course, as soon as you start on a breadstick, the food comes. Kurt's Chicken Parmesan was sat in front of him, looking so delicious his tastebuds were screaming at him to take a bite, followed by Puck's Ravioli dish.
"Not with out complete affection though." Kurt said a little lower than normal, but not quite a whisper.
"What?" Puck looked up from eying his food like a wolf, not completely listening, previous conversation forgotten now that the food is there.
"Oh nothing." No need to repeat pointless slip ups right?
Once Puck's stomach had over half of his plate's contents in it, his mind was able to focus on other things. Hey, he wasn't good at multitasking okay?
"Heard you were talking to Blaine on the phone yesterday." He tried to make it sound nonchalant, he really did, but with a question like that? And all out of the blue and junk? Come on now, he doesn't even give a flying flip about Blaine. Well, unless it deals with Kurt.
"And how exactly did you hear that?" An inquiring brow was raised.
"Finn." Was that like ratting out his friend? Nah. Sorta. Doesn't matter. Kurt nodded his head once in understanding and pushed the food that was left around his plate.
"Yes, I was." It was said with squared shoulders and a stern voice. So what? He was just talking to Blaine, it's not like there was anything to hide.
"Are you two like, friends or something?" If Kurt had his eyes closed it would sound flippant, but Puck looked too tense and was looking at him a little too intensely. Kurt smirked.
"Why? Jealous?"
Puck's reaction was immediate. He sat back against the booth he was seated in and his eyes grew wide.
"No. I don't get jealous." He shrugged off his surprise and instead became defensive. He is so jealous and it filled Kurt with glee. Like the emotion, not the Glee club. That would be awkward, he would feel violated, and he would never participate in an orgy. Did he really just think that? A few days with Puck and his mind is already in the gutter. His poor mind has been Puckified.
He watched as Puck took another bite of his food and then he did the same. A few moments of silence passed before Puck spoke up again.
"So you two are friends and shit even after breaking up right?" Kurt nodded in agreement. "Alright then, how did you break up? I mean, it couldn't have been a bad split if your still friends."
Kurt flushed and tried to hide it by occupying himself with drinking his water. "I don't wanna say." Puck looked at him with a raised eyebrow before a smirk slowly formed.
"Now I gotta know! Tell me tell me tell me!"
"Shhh," he hissed, flapping his hand up and down to get Puck to lower his voice. "You sound like a little kid." Puck just kept chanting it but thankfully lowered his voice. "Alright, fine fine!" After Kurt caved, to quickly for his own liking, the other boy leaned forward and crossed his arms on top of the table to support his weight, ready for a story.
Kurt in turn slouched in his seat and made sure his voice was low when he spoke. "Blaine and I were dating, obviously, and like most couples we made out. Quite a bit actually. Well, the most we had ever done was, argh, why am I telling you all this?"
"Well I'm assuming it's going to lead up to the break up that I asked about, but if it's not, I really don't feel like listening to you talk about someone else getting it on with you."
"Eloquent as always," Kurt sighed out sarcastically but continued anyway. "The farthest we had ever gone was just Blaine with his shirt off and us...rubbing against each other." His cheeks were blazing with heat and he felt so embarrassed. Why on Earth is he talking about this? Maybe Puck knows hypnotism and he has been hypnotized.
"So then you're still a virgin?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?" The pale boy snapped making Puck put his hands up in surrender.
"Nope, just clarifying. Please, continue."
"So one day we were in my room, house to ourselves and we thought we would, you know, take advantage of it." He tried to shrug it off like no big deal but the blush on his cheeks would not leave. Puck was enjoying watching Kurt squirm, he knew this was like torture to the other and although it's kind of mean, he was having fun. "But the whole thing became a disaster. I was leading him up to my room and I tripped on the stairs, then I couldn't get my sweater off, Blaine's shoe laces got into a huge knot when he was taking them off, my belt and pants decided to turn into a safe lock we didn't know the code to," Kurt listed the mess ups quickly and all in one breathe so he had to stop and take a breath then sighed it out. The tan boy looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh but Kurt didn't notice since he had dropped his face in his hands.
"Anyway," he flopped his pale hands onto the table as he continued, "we finally got down to our underwear and when we started kissing and getting intimate, we just busted out laughing! Kind of like you are trying not to do." He glared at the jock. Puck didn't even try to hide his laughter after that.
"Sorry but it sounds like a mess."
"Dear Gaga it was. But after the giggles subsided we both asked 'what are we doing?' It started to seem like we were forcing ourselves together and that spark we had had faded. It became like trying to kiss your best friend. So, we both decided that's what we will be to each other now, best friends. There use to be romantic feelings but sadly, they fizzled out. At least we were lucky enough to have each other as our first boyfriends. Even though it ended, I would still consider our relationship a success."
"So no chance of you getting back together?"
Kurt chuckled. "No, as of right now, there is no chance." They both leaned back and Kurt was so glad the embarrassment was over. "Done being jealous now?"
"Hey!" Puck cried, "I said I wasn't jealous."
"Sure, " Kurt said and sent him a knowing look. Just because he won't admit it doesn't mean it's not true.
"Hey guys, how's it going? Can I get you anything else?" The waitress suddenly popped up to check on them.
"Dessert would be awesome!" Puck imputed and Kurt let out a groan of dread."Oh come on, it's not like you're going to get fat."
"Do you need dessert menus or do you already know what you want?" The perky woman asked.
"I just want a slice of cheesecake. What about you Kurt?" The pale boy hummed as he thought it over before guiltily saying he wanted the same. The waitress left, saying she would be right back with their desserts, and Kurt shot a glare across the table causing Puck to defend himself.
"What? I didn't make you get dessert, just said it wouldn't make you fat."
"You know how many calories are probably in that thing?" Puck just shrugged, "me neither, I just know it has to be a lot."
"Oh one piece won't kill you. I can feed it to you if that'll make it better." Insert lecherous grin. "Or we can take it to go and you can eat it off me."
Kurt's blush returned and his heartbeat seemed to get louder at the look he was receiving and the mental image that Puck's last suggestion made. "N-no," he stuttered out. "I am capable of feeding myself and will eat it off of a plate, thank you very much."
"Fine, suit yourself. My abs would make a way hotter plate though."
And Kurt does not doubt that.
The waitress came back with their cheesecake and placed a slice in front of each of them. They thanked her and she left after telling them to enjoy.
"So, why do you want to date me so bad?" Kurt asked before taking a heavenly bite of cheesecake.
Gods! I want some cheesecake! And I kept getting distracted while writing this! Darn you YouTube! I was just listening to the new Evanescence song and then I got all "ooo Amy Lee did a cover of a Nirvana song! ooo wonderful/sexy/awesome Joseph Gordon-Levitt did a cover of a Nirvana song and a Lady Gaga song! ooo Miyavi did a cover of a Nirvana song! Hey! let's go look at some Marilyn Manson videos!
I really gotta stop rambling...two more things though! and I swear I'm done!
How awesome was it that Mike got to sing on Glee last week? And how hot was Kurt in the episode before this last one when he was auditioning for the play and got to use his sai? gah!
Hope you enjoyed the chapter (sorry i ended it there) and hope the rambling wasn't too annoying=^.^=