I'm so happy I never told anyone a set update schedule cause I suck at updating steadily. I get distracted too easily and then half way through I took an unwanted trip to writers block city! I really hope this chapter is satisfactory and doesn't seemed too forced.

Also, thought I would take this time to to reiterate that I. own. nothing. No Glee, no Thor, and no Fast and the Furious series. And a little warning: THERE WILL BE SOME MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS SERIES AND MENTIONS OF DOM/BRIAN SLASH. Of course, I doubt that very last part will bother anyone;p

I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors! there shouldn't be that many.

Now on with chapter 5!

Effect of a Summer Epiphany Ch.5

Sunday night, after dinner: Kurt checked his phone for the tenth time before turning out his bedside lamp and dropping his head on to the fluffy pillow like it was a rock. He jerked the covers over himself and sighed a heavy sigh. He was disappointed. He was disappointed in himself for being disappointed that Puck had not tried to contact him.

Monday night: Kurt slammed his pillow over his face and mentally screamed at himself for being so bitchy. He just couldn't help it! Him and Puck completely ignored each other through school and for some reason, he felt that that was reason enough to ignore Puck's calls. Granted, one of them he actually missed, but the others he purposely didn't pick up and he refused to reply to the one text Puck had sent. -done bitchin?- No, he wasn't, because he is stubborn and has some kind of deformed pride that won't let him be the one to say sorry because Noah Puckerman was in the wrong! ...He thinks... Yep, totally all his fault.

Tuesday night: Kurt rolled onto his back in bed after placing his phone on his nightstand. He had just texted an apology to Finn since he practically bit the poor teens head off when all he did was ask what had happened between him and Puck. Oh Puck. He had called Kurt 7 times that day, leaving the pale teen to twist his facial features into a happy/angry/confused/depressed/omg! It's so sweet he keeps trying to call/leave me alone for a bit to be mad in peace expression. It can't be good for his skin. Geeze! All Puck's fault, not wanting to be seen dating him and all. Psh, imbecile. Okay, so he himself isn't completely innocent in this.

Wednesday night: Kurt was flat on his stomach and diagonal across his full size bed, arm flung over the side and his finger tips just above the carpeted floor. He could not sleep. Mercedes saying 'why was Puck just standing their behind you? It didn't even look like he said anything before walking off' was running through his head. He was to busy organizing his locker and changing around the decorations to notice the jock behind him. What was he going to say? If anything at all. Uuuurgh. Maybe he should just grow some balls nobody thinks he has and talk to that mohawked idiot. He actually missed him.

Thursday afternoon, after football practice: Kurt was currently hiding behind the corner next to the boys locker room waiting to see deliciously tanned skin, smoldering hazel eyes, a ridiculous mohawk, and a wonderfully, wonderfully muscled body. So what if he had a lot of time to think last night? A lot of sleepless hours thinking, making him do a complete 180, and making him willing to take the blame for their fight on Sunday. Damn. He fell fucking hard. He was not supposed to have feelings for this horny, reckless, and mischievous jock.

Maybe Carol put something in the coffee this morning because he is feeling like a love struck school girl who is stalking her crush. Oh yeah, and he just through a paper ball at Puck's head.

"What the hell?"

At Puck's reaction, he poked his pale hand out from behind the corner and made a 'come here' motion.

"Pssst." Kurt added for good measure just in case the possibly now angry boy wasn't looking in the right direction.

"Ummm, I hope I'm not about to have to kick some ass." It didn't sound threatening at all, just plain confused. And it was adorable! Wow, he should really not be allowed to try and function with so little sleep.

Puck walked over to the hand still flapping about, making sure to look over his shoulder real quick before peering around the corner. Once he saw who it was calling him over he looked surprised and then started laughing.

"What?" Kurt pouted.

"What the hell was all that?" Puck managed out between chuckles, trying to mimic Kurt's hand gesture but it instead looked like his wrist was broken.

"I was trying to get your attention without anyone seeing me," he huffed out and crossed his arms dramatically. Weren't they suppose to be kind of fighting?

"But that was just so awkward and not inconspicuous at all! You would make a horrible spy!" Gripping his stomach, he laughed some more when Kurt stomped his foot but instantly sobered up once their situation over the last few days caught up with him. "Wait. What do you want? Thought you were ignoring me."

Kurt winced from the change of subject. The words were said with such bite, completely reminding him just who he was talking with.

"I-I wanted to talk." Puck's glare didn't waver but he continued. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for blowing up like that, I'm sorry for not hearing you out, and I'm sorry for thinking the worst of you." He shifted his weight to his right foot, wringing his hands and swallowing nervously as Puck straightened up and crossed his arms, attention completely on him. "I thought a lot last night. About how I just automatically think people are out to get me and how you might have a good reason for not wanting to publicly date me." His confidence started dwindling when Puck didn't react to anything in the slightest, making him end slowly and quietly. "So um. Can you say something? Maybe?"

A long gust of air blew out from Puck in a heavy sigh as he slumped against the wall, eyes falling closed like he was exhausted but opening up a second later, pinning Kurt.

"Finally you realized that the world doesn't revolve around you. I mean yeah, you're the victim of a lot of shit around here and I get that you always have your defenses up but damn! Why couldn't you put some faith in me? I wanted to wait to let everyone in the freakin' world know because I didn't want that kind of pressure on us. This would be a fresh relationship! New, my first, your second, and all the crap we are gonna get for it?" He looked almost desperately at Kurt. "I just wanted us to enjoy it for awhile, build a bond or whatever the hell you wanna call it. I figured if everyone knew within the first 24 hours then all this shit would come at us and stop a bond -damn! there's that word again- from even forming."

Kurt was rooted to the floor and was pretty much speechless. Puck was trying to protect them? Sure, he kind of thought that's what it might be, hoped it would be, but hearing it is just...wow.

"I hope the silence means you're too pissed at yourself for thinking so little of me to say anything." Kurt looked up at Puck words, just realizing he was staring at the ground.

"I just feel a little stupid. And mean...Why couldn't you have texted me this? or confronted me? or something?" Now he was a little pissed.

"Because I was being a little stupid and mean too. And I totally called you! But you kept on ignoring me."

They both squared their shoulders and glared at one another until they both deflated.

"This week has been so pointless."

"Yea, kinda has." Puck agreed but managed a soft smile that Kurt returned.

Then they both heard footsteps before Finn rounded the corner.

"There you are Kurt! You weren't at your car and - oh! Hey Puck. Did I interrupt something? Oooor something?" The tall teen hesitated once he noticed Kurt and Puck were together, wondering if they were fighting.

Puck turned so his back was against the wall to face Finn and Kurt looked shocked. Crap! How could he forget about Finn? He was suppose to be picking him up.

"Um no, we were just talking," Kurt answered before feeling an arm drape across his shoulders. A tan arm. He looked to is right and saw Puck smiling an easy grin at Finn. His heart fluttered a bit and holy Marc Jacobs did he smell good.

"Yeah, we were just making up, right?"

Huh? What? Oh Puck's asking him something. Making up? Is that what they just did?

"We were?" Did he sound too eager? A little too happy?

"Yep, we're all good now."

Finn looked from his broadly smiling friend to his dazed step-brother who was also looking at a smiling Puck. Hmm. He hadn't seen Kurt this out of it since...since...OH! Since they watched the movie Thor. Kurt is pretty much convinced that Chris Hemsworth guy is an actual god. It's actually kind of creepy the way he is looking at Puck right now. He never thought he would have to worry about Kurt liking the jock and he should probably brake this awkward silence.

"Cool. So dude, can we go home now?" He hitched a thumb over his shoulder, indicating he's ready to go. Kurt glared.

"Don't call me dude. And yes, we can." Kurt trudged away from Puck's warm arm, silently mourned the loss, and walked with Finn and Puck through the now empty halls of McKinley to the student parking lot.

Finn and Kurt parted ways with Puck, waving their good-byes, and climbed into the Navigator.

Kurt had pulled his phone out of his pocket before sitting in the driver seat, no need to crush his iPhone, and now turned the ringer back on. A phone going off would have totally ruined his, apparently bad, stealthiness so he had it turned off. Once it was back in one of is cup holders, Kurt turned the ignition and started the car, his phone going off at the same time. Huh, that was weird.

New Text Message: Puck

-since we r dating again and all, wanna hang out this weekend?-

Yeah. Kurt's grinning like an idiot right now.

-Sure. Movie? My place on Saturday at 1? We can use the big screen in the living room since my Dad will be at work.-

-kool!-

-c! c! c!-

-just wanted 2 mess with ya;p-

Kurt stuck his phone back in his cup holder before remembering Finn was in the passenger seat. Dang, he keeps forgetting about him! He is such a bad brother. When he looked over, the tall teen was just staring at him with a weirded out look. One eye squinted creepily, eyebrows scrunched together, and lips drawn down in a frown. Kind of like the look he got when Kurt first showed him the video for "Bad Romance." Well, until Lady Gaga got almost naked and then teenage hormones kicked in and Finn just stared at her boobs.

"You okay there Finn?" Said boy shook his head, possibly clearing himself of his stupor.

"Uh yeah, I'm fine but um. So you are Puck's boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

"And Puck is your boyfriend?"

Kurt nodded slowly and drew out his word. "Yeees."

Finn sat back in his seat and appeared to be extremely interested in the dash.

"Okay, just trying to get over the weirdness. I mean I'll support you," he rushed to get out while facing Kurt to show his sincerity. "But, I just never thought this would happen. Like, ever."

Kurt smiled at his step-brother and patted his shoulder.

"Me neither Fin, me neither."

With that, Kurt finally put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot, making their way home.

Friday night: Kurt peacefully stretched out in his bed, eyes sliding closed as he thought about being able to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie tomorrow. Of course there was a nagging at the back of his thoughts making him wonder, will it be as pleasant as he wants it to be or filled with awkwardness?

Saturday: Kurt's eyes widened comically as he heard the door bell ring. It could only be one person.

"Finn? Can you do me a favor and get the door?" Kurt yelled out from his place in front of the mirror in his bathroom, just on the edge towards panic. It was only 12:40! Why would Puck be here so early? How much you want to bet he got bored?

"Aw man, but it's going to be all weird," Finn whined, his words getting louder as walked into Kurt's room.

"No it's not!," he tried to convince the tall teen. "Just, please? My hair isn't perfect yet."

A sound of childish annoyance carried from Finn to Kurt. "Your hair looks fine."

"No it does not! Do you see that?" A pale finger pointed to a lock of hair, barely out of place. "So not fine."

"Cheesus Kurt, you and your hair." Finn mumbled before slouching down in defeat and walking out of the room. "Fiiine, I'll get the door, even though he's probably already let himself in by now."

"Thank you Finn! I'll be down in a minute!"

After a few strokes of the comb, some smoothing, and a lot of glaring, Kurt was rushing down the stairs but made sure to take the last five slower and gracefully. You know, in case some one is watching. And then he was in front of Puck with tan hands tucked into his jean pockets, smirk in place.

"Hey."

"Hey," Kurt replied, made breathless by the smoothness of Puck's voice in that one word and the realness of this situation fell on him. Puckerman was in his house, not for Finn, but actually for him, this was his boyfriend. Talk about a confidence booster! He snagged a jock!

"Bye!" Finn interjected right after Kurt's greeting, making a hasty retreat to the confines of his bedroom where video games were waiting for him. Maybe Artie is on Xbox LIVE.

"Huh," Puck started, interrupting the silence left behind by Finn's exit. "I actually like that vest and I'm not really into vests." The tan boy tugged on the collar a few times and watched Kurt look down at the article of clothing, smoothing it into place once Puck stopped tugging.

"Really?" Kurt wasn't surprised by the others boys lack of favor for vests but he was glad he liked this one.

"Yeah, it's like a suit jacket and a hoodie made a baby. A black baby because it's black. That doesn't have sleeves. You know, 'cause it's a vest, and vests don't have sleeves." Dark eyebrows scrunched together more and more as he kept kicking on sentences, trying, and failing miserably, to describe the vest. Kurt was sporting an amused smile until Pick kept. talking. "Those pants are horrible though, I mean the stripes and then those little stripes on the edge of the larger stripes? Nah, man, just...nah."

Kurt glared for all of two seconds before turning with a flourish and stalked off towards the stairs. Puck followed and grabbed the thin wrist before the slender teen could set a foot on the first step.

"Whoa! Where ya going?"

Turning towards the boy still holding his wrist, Kurt held his chin high and replied. "Since you seem so adamant about not liking these fabulous pants, I am going to go put on a bow tie." He wanted to laugh maniacally when Puck's eyes widened and pulled him farther away from the stairs. And then wanted to sigh dreamily since he was closer to Mr. Hot Bod. Yep, he just came up with that incredibly lame name for Puck.

"Oh God no, not necessary at all! I totally like the pants now." Puck let a wide grin back up his words.

"I don't believe you." Kurt narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Why do you like them now?" tone conveying complete skepticism.

"Well, now that I've seen the back of them, I know how awesome they make your ass look. Of course, it always looks pretty great."

"Ooo, good answer! Very good answer! Okay, no bow tie," Kurt informed brightly before starting off towards the living room. Puck's grip on his wrist had loosened so they ended up holding hands as Kurt pulled him to the big screen. "Alright, so how do you feel about watching the movie Fast Five?" Pale fingers pulled the movie from the row of DVDs on the shelf below the TV, right were it should be, amongst the other movies starting with an F. What? He alphabetized the movies so it's easier to find the one you want instead of hunting forever.

"Sweet! I've been wanting to watch this!" Puck exclaimed, taking the DVD box to look over when Kurt handed it to him.

"Yeah, I kind of asked Finn what you might like to watch," Kurt admitted a little bashfully. Puck felt his heart swell at the thought of Kurt 'researching' what he would like to watch.

"Cool, but do you wanna watch it? I wouldn't peg action movies as your kind of thing."

"It's not usually,"Kurt shrugged. "It really depends on who the actors are, but The Fast and the Furious series? Love it! Delicious cars and delicious men." Kurt began listing off the movie titles and raised a finger to indicate each. "The Fast and the Furious: Dominic Toretto and Brian O'Conner-hot. 2 Fast 2 Furious: Roman Pearce-hot."

"Really? You like Roman?" Puck cut in, disbelief clear in his voice.

"Oh yeah! I adore Tyrese Gibson in anything! Why? Is that hard to believe?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, he seems too rough around the edges for you. Brian I get. He has that whole goody-good vibe about him, and Dom is kinda silent and all about family."

"Your 'rough around the edges' and I like you don't I?" Kurt said playfully, softly elbowing the tan teen in the ribs. "But there is just this exuberant energy about him that I find always drawing me in. Huh. Guess I see some similarities between you two." Puck winked at him and then let him continue his list. "Now, Tokyo Drift: Han was so attractive! Can't believe they killed him. That's the one thing I can't stand about the series. So then in the last two it was just the return of attractive men."

"Hmmm, I guess there is a lot of eye candy."

"Yep, and then I also enjoy all the sexual tension between Dom and Brian."

"WHAT?" Puck exclaimed in surprise.

"Popcorn?"

"Sure. Now what about Dom and Brian?" Kurt motioned for Puck to follow him as he went to the kitchen, so he could throw the popcorn in the microwave, and started explaining.

"Oh come on, it's so clear! I mean, if Brian was Brianna then they so would have ended up together. Brian gave up his career, everything, for Dom twice! After he had to work so hard to get to where he was twice! At the end of Fast & Furious, Dom willingly gave himself up after he said he will never go back to prison. And all the saving each others lives and staring one another down they do? The writers could have easily made them fall in love with each other."

Puck stood there as the popcorn popped rapidly in the microwave, Kurt figured he was going over the other movies in his head, and just as the microwave beeped in completion, the jock started nodding his head.

"Alright, if I really think about it and squint, I can see it." Kurt grinned in triumph. This totally counts as a win. After snatching the bag of popcorn out of the microwave, he poured it into a bowl from a cabinet and pushed it against Puck's stomach.

"Take that would you? I'm going to go put the movie in."

"Sure babe." Puck happily took the bowl and started popping pieces into his mouth as he followed Kurt to the living room.

Kurt was beginning to like that endearment.

"Whoops, forgot a paper towel, I hate how butter my fingers get. Want anything to drink?"

"Yeah, thanks and whatever you got is fine with me."

Kurt came back and sat the paper towels and two cold bottles of water on the coffee table, coasters in place of course, plopped down next Puck, making sure to grab a handful of popcorn, and hit play. And there may have been a barely concealed squeal of joy when Puck swung a toned, left arm behind him to rest on the back of the couch.

!Fast Five!

"What! Mia 's pregnant! Dom is with another chick now! And Letty is still alive! How are Brian and Dom going to be together now?" Puck hollered in outrage, hands thrown up into the air.

Kurt broke out into light giggles that soon progressed and began rocking his shoulders. "I totally converted you into a Dom/Brian fanboy!" He squeezed out between laughs and fell over sideways onto the sofa, burying his face into a throw pillow.

"Well you got it all stuck in my mind and junk!" Came the jocks defense, poking one of Kurt's ass cheeks that were presented so clearly in front of him in retaliation to Kurt's laughter.

This caused the slender teen to sit up straight, hand covering his recently poked right cheek, and narrow his eyes playfully. "Your an ass-man aren't you?"

It was Puck's turn to laugh now. "I'm not biased so I guess I'm an ass-man and a boob-man, but you don't have boobs so that just means I'm able to give more attention to your ass! It's kinda nice actually not having to try and stare at both." Kurt listened and looked on in fascination. Getting inside a straight guys head who was dating a guy was so interesting! Well, he wouldn't exactly be completely straight then...

"Now," Puck continued, "instead of me being jealous of a couch, why don't you sit her on my lap?" He completed the suggestion with a lecherous smirk and two pats to his jean clad thighs.

"Oh so that is your lap! Never would have guessed with out the helpful gesture." The sarcasm from Kurt was not lost on Puck but he chose to ignore it and grinned brightly, eyes twinkling.

"Okay, I'll take that as a 'why yes Puck, that is a wonderful idea! I shall climb onto you right this instant.'"

Kurt didn't bother to comment on the very unlikeliness of him actually saying that as he was preoccupied by stealing glances at the very inviting lap next to him. He was pulled out of his distraction by the owner of that lap wrapping one arm around his slender waist and another looping under his knees.

Moisturized lips parted to let out a surprised gasp as the tan boy began pulling him onto muscular thighs. Kurt may have 'accidentally' struggled in a way that aided him in being placed on Puck's lap. Once Kurt's legs were spread out on the couch, shoulder pressed against a strong chest, Puck pressed his face against the pale neck before him and chuckled into it at Kurt's pout. His pout was then joined by a blush as he felt warm skin and puffs of breath along his throat. The arms securely around his hips weren't helping, they just added to the growing heat.

"Much better," Puck murmured next to Kurt's ear, earning a shiver, before running his lips on smooth skin to meet an awaiting mouth.

Has it really only been a week since they last did this? It seemed infinitely longer and such a waste.

Kurt could still feel the blazing trail that went up his neck and across his jaw, could still feel that whisper against his ear. Puck licked into his mouth, tongue sweeping over teeth, palate, massaging against his own tongue, caressing, beguiling him into a pleasurable trance. Pale hands rose to rest on slightly ruff cheeks, the smallest hint of stubble distinguishable, and Kurt pulled his legs in to reposition and maneuver himself so he was straddling Puck's right leg. Large hands moved to brace his thighs, rubbing up and down as if to tell him that he definitely approves of the new position.

Breathing picked up, becoming louder, lips continued to mesh together, and Kurt's arms wound around broad shoulders. Puck's hands slid up and around to seize a perfect ass making Kurt rise up farther on his knees from the force, causing a sharp intake of breath from him, and breaking their kiss. The shifting caused Kurt's knee between Puck's legs, already precariously close to the edge, to slip off the couch. Bodies slid together and Kurt's erection rubbed against Puck's hip unmistakably.

"Whoa!" Puck said in a startled and breathless voice.

The other boy just wanted to die right about now. He groaned and fell onto the couch, pulling his legs up and pressing the heels of his hands against his closed eyes. He is so embarrassed by just how hard he got and how he hadn't even noticed! To absorbed in those addictive kisses and oh crap, Puck's reaction. What if it was to much to soon? What if he scared him away letting him get over acquainted with his penis? Stupid penis. "Sorry." He muttered out awkwardly.

"No, no, it's fine. Just a shock, you know? I mean, it happens and I'm sorry, I've just never experienced that certain...feeling while making out with someone." Puck rushed to get out. When Kurt just sighed out a long breath he slowly straightened the stripe covered legs over his lap and started rubbing the boys shins in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "Weird, but not really bad...Hey! at least I know you enjoyed it, great way to monitor if I'm doin' something right."

Kurt looked from under his hands at Puck and mimicked his hesitant smile. "So...your okay, we're good?"

"Yeah, I think we are. I mean I had like a mini freak out in my head until I saw you practically throw yourself on the couch, but it's all good now."

"You know," the pale boy began while sitting up, shy smile in place. "You turned out to be a way better person than I originally thought, and I don't mean only a better person about what just happened but a better person in general. And truthfully, I don't think I would have ever grown to like you if this was a year ago."

"Thanks, it's nice that someone thinks that. And truthfully? You weren't attractive at all until about a year ago."

Kurt gasped at Puck's admission and hit him in the shoulder.

"I'm offended!"

"What? I can't help it if age was good to you and you just had to grow into your looks! Not everyone can be like me and be good looking all their life." He tossed his head back, eyes closed, and smiled vainly. One of his hands left Kurt's leg to swipe over his strip of hair.

"Well I absolutely hated your mohawk." Kurt tried to put as much venom into that sentence as he could, crossing his arms and glaring, not even realizing his sub-conscience choice of wording. Puck did!

"So you hatED it did you? Meaning you like it now?" He wiggled an eyebrow at the now blushing teen.

Kurt huffed out a gust of breath after trying, without success, to be angry at being called out. Damn twinkling hazel eyes and sexy smirk!

"Yes, it has grown on me." He didn't fight the fond smile that lifted his lips and he brought a hand up to rub along Puck's mohawk. The tan boy leaned in to press a sweet kiss to Kurt's mouth, pulling away with a matching grin, before the TV caught his attention.

"Credits are over," he simply stated.

"Yep."

"Feel like getting up to turn it off?"

"Nope."

"Me neither. Kind of hungry though."

"Huh. Me two."

They both looked at each other and smirked.

"FINN? COME HERE!" They yelled in unison.

"Leave me alone!" Finn bellowed from somewhere above, leaving the couple down stairs to laugh.

Man. I did not know how to end this! And I really hope it didn't seem like they got back together too quickly, like one second "we hate each other!" and then the next "aww let's get back together!" If it did, sorry;p

oh and another thing. I have no idea what Burt and Carol's work schedules are so I'm just gonna have them be home or work when it's convenient (with in reason-they are clearly not going to be working at midnight -hahaha-).

Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter and I also hope everyone had an awesome Halloween! (it's totally my favorite holiday)=^.^=