I'm such a bastard ;p
Effect of a Summer Epiphany Ch.8
"Hey. Puckerman," was shot angrily at his back and holy shit, was he this damn annoying before joining Glee? Damn jocks with a splintery stick forever stuck up their asses. Seriously, what the hell did he do now to piss them off? Nothing, that's what. All he is doing is stuffing his letterman jacket in his locker because this broke-ass school can't figure out that it's summer and they got the fuckin' heat on.
"Well hello assholes. What can I do for you?" Bitches. He turns around to face the small pack of his 'teammates' with Azimio up front and center. Huh, no Karofsky. Bunch of bitches.
"I saw you and Lady Fairy yesterday," well fuck, "and what I wanna know is why he was under the hood of your truck? Was he sprinkling his little fairy dust over it to turn it into a unicorn to match your homo self?" There were some smirks and snickering from the losers behind Azimio even though that was a pretty lame jab if you asked Puck. But hey! He's feeling good right about now because that's apparently all that was seen.
"He was fixing it." It was plain and the truth but the group of idiots thought it was hilarious, doubled over in loud laughter and leaning on each other like they couldn't stand up without help. And they called him gay. He chose to ignore them in favor of closing his locker and walking off like a good boy. How boring.
"And that's what happened."
"Out. Get out. Can't believe that's all! I thought when you said he saw us you meant he found out about us!"
"Would you stop trying to kick me off the bed! And it's your fault for jumping to conclusions! Man, chill."
Kurt stilled his pushing but continued to glare. Puck found it funny, it was fun getting him worked up.
"Now my head is throbbing again. Thanks a lot."
"No problem babe."
"Jerk."
"I don't even know why you're so mad, I mean I'm the one that wanted to hide this and you were ready to go skipping down the hallway holding hands like it was the damn yellow brick road." There was shuffling to his left as Kurt burrowed back into his blankets with a dramatic huff.
"I'm not so stupid that I can't see how well this seems to be going and I feel like telling people is going to make it less enjoyable to be with you because I just know they won't leave us alone"
There was a few beats of silence between them before Puck formed a slow, fox like grin.
"You enjoy being with me?" Puck asked it teasingly but it really meant a lot to him. It's not everyday someone likes his company and it makes him...happy. And a little horny.
"Duh. I let you touch my hair didn't I?"
!GLEE!
The next several days were nothing special: weekend gaming for Puck with some friendly alcohol on Saturday night, a seriously depressing shopping trip for Kurt since he was still trying to save his dad some money, and boring ass school. Puck had a test on Monday, freaking Monday, but made it up to himself by texting Kurt in Glee that he wanted to bite his ass. Totally made him feel better when the slender teen almost dropped his phone and embarrassingly ignored the stares. So yeah, pretty chill until Wednesday when another jock decided to talk to Puck when he was at his locker. He needs to stop coming here if people are going to keep talking to him.
"What?" Exasperation was kicking in. He turned to face the dude whose name he suddenly can't remember and waited for an answer.
"I heard Fai-" Puck watched as Jake? Josh? did a quick look around. He seemed to have found their surrounding satisfactory as he continued, "Hummel fixed your truck?"
"Yeah, so?" All cool and nonchalant like he isn't ready to jump to the defense.
"Well see, I gotta pick up my little sister and um, I got a flat." Puck was enjoying the increasing discomfort he was showing. He bets Justin? Jared? something starting with a J is kicking himself in the ass for admitting this junk. "I would ask one of the guys to give me a ride but I don't want to admit I can't change a tire." Puck is grinning huge, all powerful and evil warlord type smile. "Dude, what the hell? Do you know how to change a tire?" His smile dropped heavily into a frown.
"No...So why aren't you asking Hummel instead of goin' through me?"
"Because he wouldn't do it if I asked but since you two are in that club and, and I know you got a little sister too. Imagine if she had to stay at her school until 6 or 7 when her parents could finally get contacted to pick her up?"
Son of a bitch. Had to strike low didn't he? Now how is he going to say no? Trying to get Kurt to agree is gonna suck. He stared the dude down for a few just for the hell of it and he was evenly met. Almost. 'Cause Puckasaurus is the shit.
"Alright, alright, fine. I'll try to get the Ice Queen to help." The dude -Jason! That's his name!- nodded his head and tucked his hands into his pockets. They both shifted their weight around for some awkward moments and both mumbling choppy 'see you later's, barely managing to fit in when to meet up and where: At the doors leading to the parking lot when almost everyone is gone.
So now all he has to do is get Kurt to fix the damn tire so the faceless little girl can stop crying about being forgotten. Off to find Hummel!
!GLEE!
"Let's get this straight," Kurt barked out -no, no, that's not elegant enough, more like forcefully rolled the words out like bold velvet- to this Jason person in front of him. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm lending you my services because of that unfortunate young girl who has to have you as a brother and parents who are to concerned about their work." Puck tensed for a second thinking Jason was going to lash out in offense but it turns out he didn't need to worry since the other jock simply lifted a shoulder before dropping it.
"I may not be citizen of the year but I'm a good brother and I can't help it if our parents are workaholics, now can we just hurry this up before the school starts thinking my sister was abandoned?"
"Very well, do you at least have a jack?" Kurt looked accusingly at the 'good brother', shifting his weight to his right hip, fully prepared to smirk when the jock came up empty. He had one in his Navigator so at least the girl could still get picked up.
"Yeah, it's back here," Jason answered, seemingly unfazed by Kurt's attitude as he walked to his trunk and opened it. "I'm completely prepared. Well, except for skill, I don't have that. It's not like I'm the only one though." Surprisingly green eyes flashed to Puck who held his hands out, palms up.
"Dude! I don't know where the jack goes! I heard if you place it wrong it can screw the car up!"
Kurt squints at Jason's eyes when the Sun hits them while he's pulling the jack from the trunk. They are the same color as the design on this fabulous scarf he saw on the internet yesterday! He feels so fashion deprived, enough to where he is feeling sluggish from the lack of extremely high priced fabric against his skin. Speaking of fashion! Sliding his jacket off is high on his priority list for dirt shall not mar it.
"Do I look like your coat hanger?" Puck protested when Kurt's jacket was draped over his arms.
"Well you most certainly don't sound like my coat hanger because it doesn't speak." A chuckle from the teen rolling the donut wheel next to the flat causes Puck to shoot him a quick glare.
"Why the hell are you even wearing a coat? It's not cold!" Duh was just screaming to be kicked on to the end. Kurt gave him a shrug before grabbing the lug wrench that doubles as the handle for the jack.
"Because it looks amazing on me." As simple as that. Puck let out a scoff but Kurt ignored him. "Jason, can you put those tire stoppers against the back wheels?" He really is prepared, Kurt mused.
He set to work loosening lug nuts, jacking the car up, taking off lug nuts, making the useless jock lift his own damn tires off and on the car, then doing everything in reverse.
"Finished," Kurt sighed out as he used the back of his wrist to scratch at his chin, letting Jason haul everything back into the trunk. "I hope you two took notes." Oh Gucci, he sounds like Mr. Shue when he thinks no one is paying attention. "Now you can go pick up what I assume is an adorable little sister."
"I have a picture of her if you wanna see." Some of the bitch went out of Kurt and Puck doesn't like the softness of the expression on his pale face. He's never gotten that look. He may be pouting a little.
"Aw, you have a picture of your sister? How sweet! Let me see!" Shoulder to shoulder, momentarily forgotten that he's inches from a jock who isn't in Glee, he can instantly note the similar eyes coloring she has to her brother and identical dark brown hair once the picture is angled so the Sun's glare is gone. "I like that she has one dimple, I always thought it was a cute trait."
"Yeah, we get it from our mom." His look was far away, looking at the picture but maybe not actually seeing it, a wistful tilt to his words. Whoa, serious and awkward ground here.
"You mean you can smile enough to show a dimple? Who would have known?" There, that feels better.
"Psh, whatever," was pushed out but wasn't laced with any threat. "God damn it, now I am a bad brother. Gotta go, thanks for the tire." Kurt can relate...He too is guilty of forgetting a sibling...but that can be brushed under the metaphorical rug.
After the donut adorned car pulled away Kurt faced an expectant boyfriend with dark eyebrow cocked, broad shoulders leaned in towards him ever so slightly, his jacket slung over the right one.
"What?"
"'You mean you can smile enough to show a dimple? Who would have known?'" Puck mocked with his voice high and overly girly, a ridiculous giggle punctuating the end. "What the hell was that about?"
"Umm, it was about changing the mood and I do not sound like that. Nor did I giggle." He doesn't see a problem, he tried a joking, verbal jab to get that weird look away so he wouldn't have to stand there uncomfortably.
"By flirting?" So maybe Puck is being a little far fetched, but come on, everything went too smoothly between the two. Shouldn't he be entitled to some curiosity? The pale teen doesn't have such a great record when it comes to non-Glee jocks. Also, if he wasn't being so curious he would be taking a moment to laugh at Kurt's expression. His eyes are kind of scrunched up, jaw hanging open, and arms resting at his sides like he doesn't know what to do with them. A look that just doesn't belong on him.
"What? That is absurd. Are you serious right now?"
"Yes! Okay, not really. But there was a weird vibe," He whined -or manly complained- as he passed the previously forgotten jacket to its owner.
"What, because there was no threat of physical violence?"
"Yes."
"Shouldn't you be happy I wasn't a step away from being mauled." The military styled coat was shrugged back on and smoothed into place, Puck frowning as Kurt went through the movements, feeling something a lot like guilt bubbling up.
"Yeah, your right."
"I usually am."
"Bitch." Kurt looked highly offended.
"Jerk."
"I think we just had a Supernatural moment."
"Puck, let's just go try to catch the end of Glee. I have been away long enough, who knows what crazy things Rachel is doing"
"Is that code for you have no idea what the show Supernatural is?" He called it out through a smirk to the other, who was already walking away, before pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans and following.
"It's not code for anything, I truly am worried about the havoc she can wreck. But I do have no idea what that show is."
"Dude!" A piercing glare was thrown at the tan teen, "Sorry. But man, you gotta watch it. It is awesome with its creatures, and guns, and there's fighting, people getting lied to, people dieing, its got freakin' demons, and hot chicks-" Kurt wasn't looking interested as they walked down the halls to Glee but Puck had one more description up his sleeve. "and the two main characters are highly fuckable guys." Bingo! He gets an interested glance. "Y'know, if your into that sort of thing." Which of course Kurt is.
"Horrible wording but..." Slender fingers whipped out an iPhone and searched IMDb for the show. "Very well, you have my full permission to get me hooked on this series." His face was calm and cool, mimicking the tone of his voice and masking the urge to keep staring at his phone as they both walked into the choir room. Well, Puck kind of swaggered in because being late wasn't anything new to him and Kurt wishes he had that on his phone to stare at.
"Guys! Where have you been?" Mr. Shue immediately asked, slight annoyance registering but was dropped in favor of concern. "Is everything okay? What happened?"
"A helpless jock had a flat tire and I swooped in to be his knight in shinning armor." Will looked at Kurt sceptically, a few confused 'wha?"s chorused from the rows of seats to their right, and Puck stared off into space like it was English class. "I'm not joking. I was changing a jock's flat tire." Maybe he shouldn't have deadpanned that seeing as everyone still has the creepily similar disbelieving look. "My dad's a mechanic, I know about cars, I fixed Puck's truck last week, word got around. The guy's sister was stuck at school and he was her only ride but he had a flat and I graciously fixed his problem for the sake of the little girl." Is he talking to 6 year olds here?
"So where does Puck come in?" Thanks a lot Artie, now Kurt has to explain the part of the middle man.
"Bodyguard duty. Thinkin' 'bout turning it into a business. I need the money and could get the chance to bang the rare 'hot nerd chick' species." Mental English class must be over.
One line from Puck about getting in some girl's pants has the Glee club brushing the subject off and the tan teen is pretty sure a shard of ice just got jammed into his back on his way to an empty chair. It would seem he has upset his Ice Queen.
New Text Message: Princess
-Did you really have to add that last part?-
-gotta keep up appearances babe ^_,^ :-1 :-, does any look like a smirk cause im smirkin.- -ignore shitty end of last text-
Kurt is saving that text.
!GLEE!
The next day Kurt finds himself staring into his locker at the end of the school day. Now it's not because he is mourning the fact that he can't paint is locker and finally change that dreadful color and not because he is mapping out how to rearrange his decorations again. The object that has grabbed his attention so thoroughly is a folded piece of paper and the fact that somebody has slipped a note into his locker! This has never happened to him before and truthfully? He is wary about touching it, like the slightest pressure will send him falling through the floor or his locker will burst into flames, maybe as soon as he can feel the smoothness of paper on his fingertips he'll randomly be tackled like in those Stride gum commercials.
He physically shakes his head, internally laughing at himself for the foolish notions, and picks the paper up from the top of his books. It's triple folded like a letter you pull from an envelope with a bright yellow sticky note on the back. A note on a note? He reads the scribbled words on the shock of yellow first.
/I told my sister what happened and she demanded I pass this along to you. Wish this post-it could detonate after a certain time like in a cool spy movie but burning it after you read it works too/
Someone needs to learn how to write better is among the first thoughts Kurt has, right up there with how sweet and bossy the sister must be. The standard paper noise sounds has he unfolds the main event.
/Dear Kurt Hummel,
Thank you for your kindness and time you gave to my brother when changing his tire. He can be difficult so I hope he did not give you any trouble and he better have said thank you himself, I can't keep doing every thing for him. Thank you again for helping my doofus of a brother.
Sincerely,
Lisa Scott/
It's official. Kurt wants to meet this little girl.
As he smiles lightly and reads back over the short letter he can't help but wonder if he will get the chance to meet Puck's sister. They're keeping their relationship secret for the time being but his family knows, what about Puck's? How would his mom take it? Has Puck already told her? Did he tell her but she didn't agree with his choice and that's why Puck hasn't let him meet his family? His mind keeps popping up more and more questions that he is dieing to know the answers to but he doesn't want it to seem as though he is pressuring Puck. He just has to tell himself that Puck will have them meet when he is ready, it's not like Puck would keep something serious from him right? right.
He realized he has been staring blankly at the paper and rapidly blinks his stiff eyes, folding along the present creases, leaving the sticky note attached to the back.
"What's that?"
Speak of the Devil...or you know, the hot-take no shit-I do whatever the hell I want-teenage boyfriend.
After turning to look at Puck, Kurt is struck by an errant thought of just how young they are. Seventeen. Just Seventeen. Graduation is on it's way and then like a lightening strike high school will be over. A swell of pride for Puck rises because even after everything that has happened with him he is still where he should be, on the track to graduating without repeating a grade. Which is bizarre given his lack of attention and work in classes. They wouldn't be here, together like they are and Puck with a daughter out there in the world, if Puck was held back and it's weird the difference a few points from failing can make.
"Fine, don't tell me." Puck said stubbornly, snatching the sheet of paper to look for himself. Right, blankly staring again.
"It's a thank you from Jason's sister. I like her, she seems smart." Would I like your sister? What's she like? Am I going to get to step into the world of Noah Puckerman? I've let you into mine.
"Lisa Scott. Scott? Jason Scott? Jason's last name is Scott?" Eyebrows high in either recognition or disbelief, Kurt can't tell. He takes the letter back and refolds it.
"Yes Puck, that is usually how last names work."
"He has the same name as the original Red Ranger. That's actually pretty cool." He ignored Kurt's tone that he seems to only use when questioning his intelligence in favor for jealously looking at the paper now in pale fingers, like it is at fault for the dude getting a cool name. "Now what's that?" Petty envy interrupted by bright yellow. Kurt looks to Puck's hand as it flicks the attachment.
"Oh, Just something from Jason explaining the letter."
"Wait...How did he know what locker was yours?"
Kurt's mouth opens to answer but then closes when he realizes he doesn't have one. How did he not think about that?
"I don't know," was spoken softly as he slowly looked from Puck and down to the paper. Thoughts of 'that's weird' filtered through during the silence.
"He's stalking you..." Puck over exaggeratedly whispered, smirking and fully intending on teasing Kurt until he realized just how not okay he is with Kurt having a stalker. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, pushing aside that, what brings you to my locker when you have football practice." Finally getting around to doing what he needs to do, Kurt starts fluidly switching books and binders around, placing the needed ones into his bag with the letter tucked into one.
"Shit!" It was clear Puck momentarily forgot, which how the hell does he do that when he knows the coach would have his head -or cut off his balls and serve 'em on a platter 'cause she's crazy like that- but just as quickly he turns to leave, he completes a full 360 to face Kurt again, leaning on the lockers, sense of urgency gone. "Y'know how all the guys from Glee are gonna be over at yours and Finn's place tomorrow for some gaming?"
"Yes."
"You gonna join us?" Yes, yes, say yes because I'd like to spend time with you, yes, yes came Puck's inner chant, simultaneously hoping no secret mind readers are around since this is to never get out to anyone.
"If the right game arises I may make an appearance to massacre a room of boys."
They shared amused smirks, the tan teen's being closer to a smile and reminding Kurt of his earlier musings.
"Hey Puck, do you think you could stay out of trouble this year?" Puck looked at him suspiciously.
"That's random...and it's not like I plan for junk to happen."
"I know, I just really want to graduate together." Yeah it felt odd to say out loud and even though Puck just shrugged it off and said he better get to practice, he's still glad he got it out there.
Sorry for it taking so long to update, and sorry I didn't actually have anyone new find out they are together (I felt like some people were excited for that to happen) but it will come in time! And I just wanna thank every one for the support (reviews, favorites, alerts) because it means a lot to me! I hope whoever is reading this chapter (or story for the first time) enjoys it so far and will stick with me to the end (when ever that may be. I have no idea -heeheehee-) =^.^=
This was also my first time incorporating a completely made up character and I own nothing dealing with the Power Rangers.