You Look Like Sex Chapter 4: You Can Cook, a glee fanfic

Hi all! He is the next installment!

First of all, I want to send a massive thank you to Jonathan for educating me that people really only speak Hebrew when reading the Torah and Midrash or for prayers and singing. I've gone back to correct the previous chapter. My most humble apologies if I offended anyone, that was not my intent at all.

This chapter we get to see a lot of Puck's sister Sarah, I believe that is her name, if it's not, I like it and am using it anyway. :)

Most of my information on the cooking used in this chapter has come from Wikipedia. I'm not a chef by any means, so I hope I did okay translating it!

The song I used is called 'When you give a little ahavah' which translates to love and was listed as one of the top 10 children's songs. If you would like to see the site, just take out the spaces -

http: / / zemerl . com ?title=When+You+Give+A+Little+Ahavah

I chose this song because of the lyrics, and hopefully once you've read this chapter you will see why. But I see Puck's mother as being a kind-hearted soul trying to make the best of her situation and raising her children as best she can. Somewhere along the lines though, Puck was created leaving Noah far behind.

Enjoy!

Puck returned to the kitchen with Sarah and picked up and put her on the counter so she was closer to eye level with him.

"Now Squirt, like Ma said, we have to be really quiet so that we don't wake Hum- I mean Kurt up. Okay?"

Sarah nodded and looked at him with her big brown eyes. "He's really sick?"

"Yeah Squirt, he is."

Sarah nodded her head and looked at her brother with an adorably serious expression. "We should give him some chicken soup."

Puck controlled his urge to laugh, as it was according to his Nana and Ma that Chicken Soup would cure everything.

"Well, let's have a look and see what Ma sent over shall we? Then we will work on making some lunch."

"I helped Mama pack the bags." Sarah proclaimed proudly. "I brought my pyjamas. Mama let me pick out my own!"

"Did you? You are getting so responsible now." Puck proclaimed as he started pulling items out of the bag. It seemed as though Mrs Puckerman had sent basically their entire kitchen – minus the kitchen sink.

Puck rolled his eyes as he took in the food that his Ma had sent over, "Well, guess what Squirt? Looks like Ma agrees with you. Chicken Soup it is. Looks like Ma sent enough stuff over to feed them for a week."

"Mama said that because your friend is sick he can't cook for himself and that his Daddy was at work. She said that good friends look after them when they are sick." Parroted Sarah, "Is he your good friend No-No?"

Puck nodded as he set up the work area to start cooking.

"Well, why hasn't he ever been over to play with you before?" Sarah asked innocently.

Puck froze in the middle of filling up a large pot with cold water. Thinking about how to answer the question, Puck put the pieces of chicken in the water and set it on the stove. Wiping his hands, he turned around to face his kid sister.

"Um, well – I've only just started to know Kurt, so we haven't become good enough friends to play at each other's houses yet."

"But, then why are you over here?"

"I came over to clean his pool."

Sarah's mouth popped open as she let out a knowledgeable 'Oh'. "Cause you're really clever like that hey. Kurt mustn't know how to do it yet. Is he younger than you? When will he learn to do it? Maybe you can teach him?"

Puck felt his face heat up yet again as his mind immediately thought of the double entendre in his little sister's innocent speech and worse still, he felt himself get excited at the prospect of teaching Kurt. Turning away quickly to the stove Puck muttered a tiny 'maybe' as he busied himself setting the water to boil while he calmed himself down.

"So what are you making?"

"I'm making Chicken Soup, remember?"

"Oh yeah! Can I help?" Sarah pleaded, being at the age where she was constantly 'trying to help'.

"Sure can Squirt. How about you pass me the spices to put in?"

Sarah diligently handed over the spices and herbs that Mrs Puckerman had included and watched as Puck added them one by one.

"What are you putting in?"

"Parsley, salt, pepper and, hmm Ma has included Saffron… She must want it to be as good as possible." Mused Puck knowing that the Saffron was more for appearance than actual taste as it gave the broth a golden colour. They only used it for special occasions at home, because of the price of it.

"Now what?" asked the eager 5 year-old.

"Now we add some garlic," said Puck adding a couple of crushed garlic cloves. "Then we add the vegetables."

Watching her brother set out some potatoes, carrots, celery and parsnips, Sarah asked with pleading puppy dog eyes "Can we have latkes?"

Unable to resist those eyes, Puck nodded yes and set aside a few potatoes. After all the vegetables were prepared and added to the water, Puck washed his hands and cleaned up the mess.

"How long till it's ready?" asked Sarah with a slight tummy rumble.

"It will take about 3 hours Squirt. But don't worry, Ma has packed a few snacks in for you, and I'll make the latkes and some blintz too okay?"

Nodding happily and accepting the juice box and Apple slices from her brother, Sarah allowed herself to be sat at the dining room table where Puck could keep an eye on her. Returning to the kitchen, Puck set about preparing the cheese Blintz and put them into the oven and turned the heat down under the pot so the soup would simmer. Sarah proving herself useful had cleaned up from her snack on her own.

"Okay Squirt, I'm just gonna go check on Kurt."

"Can I come too?"

"Sure, just be quiet okay?"

Peeking into the living room, Puck saw that Kurt had shifted a little and the blanket had started to fall onto the floor. Picking it up and placing it back over him, he saw Sarah watching with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"He's really pretty" She whispered. "He looks just like a Princess."

Looking back over Kurt, Puck had to agree, Hummel is pretty for a dude.

"Yeah, he is. Come on." Puck indicated for her to follow him. "Now if you need to use the bathroom, it's just this door here."

Sarah nodded her understanding and returned to the kitchen with her brother.

"Can we make the Latkes now?"

Puck nodded and picked her up so she could wash her hands. Setting her on the counter, he set out a bowl and started mixing the ingredients together. As Sarah handed over the ingredients, she started to sing softly –

When you give a little ahavah
When you give a little love, you'll see
You'll make this world
A better place
A much better place to be

Grinning, Puck started to hum along with her to the song their Ma had taught them.

Just start to laugh a little laugh
Smile a little smile
Reach for someone's hand
Talk a little while
Then you'll start to see
That you have made
This world a better place to be

Puck took over the rap portion of the song as he started cooking the Latkes.

That's one, two, three and four
When you give a little love
Give a little bit more
Echad-shtayim-shalosh-arbah
Don't forget to give a little ahavah
To your mama, your papa, your sister and your brother
To the whole wide world
Let's love one another

Picking Sarah up, Puck danced around the kitchen with her on his hip as the both sang the final verse

Puck put Sarah back down and gave a deep bow and kissed her hand. Just as Sarah giggled and gave a curtsy of her own, there was a soft clapping that broke the pair out of their reverie. Spinning around Puck saw Kurt standing in the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

Stepping around her brother, Sarah skipped forwards and sank into a deep curtsy before Kurt.

"My name is Sarah, Your Highness."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Puck, who had the decency to blush, before turning back to Sarah and getting down on one knee.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Sarah. My name is Kurt." He replied holding out his hand for her to shake.

Turning his hand over and kissing his knuckles just as Puck had done to her. Kurt had to quickly stifle a giggle and glanced back at Puck, who coughed awkwardly and turned back to the stove to remove the Latkes.

"No-No said you are sick. Are you feeling better now?" Sarah asked earnestly.

Kurt hesitated, as his memory was very vague as to what had happened. Suffice to say that he woke up in shock to delicious smells and beautiful singing and felt highly confused. Clearly, however, this Sarah was quite concerned for his well-being.

"I'm feeling much better, thank you. I just have a bit of a sore head."

After receiving a pointed look from his kid sister, Puck shuffled over to the counter and filled a glass with water and handed over the pain relief tablets to Kurt.

"Here, take these, it will help." Muttered Puck.

Looking scandalised, Sarah threw herself between them and spoke to Puck.

"No-No! Mama said you have see if he's lerdic first so he doesn't go to the hospital!"

Alarm flickered over Kurt's face as stared at the bottle in Puck's hand.

"They are just headache tablets," assured Puck. "She means allergic. You're not allergic to them are you?"

Sighing in relief, a small smile spread over Kurt's face.

"No, I'm not, but that was very thoughtful of you Sarah to remember such an important question." Kurt smiled to the young girl who beamed and stood taller at the compliment.

Swallowing down a couple of pills and draining the glass, Kurt looked at Puck questioningly and flicked his gaze to the small girl in front of him. Raising an eyebrow at Puck and opening his mouth to speak, Puck quickly interrupted.

"Squirt, why don't you go make a picture for Kurt as a get well card?"

Nodding enthusiastically Sarah grabbed her bag and ran off to the table again. Kurt watched with amusement as Sarah thumbed through a colouring book to find a suitable picture and then proceeded to set up her colouring pencils in neat orderly rows according to their colour.

Turning back to Puck with a raised eyebrow and slight twitch of his lips when Puck blushed again, Kurt was debating on what question to ask first, when Puck gave a deep sigh and ran his hand over his mohawk.

"How much do you remember?" Puck asked timidly.

Surprise flitted across Kurt's face at the question. Kurt was fully expecting the usual threats and intimidation. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Kurt considered the question seriously. He remembered his irritation of having his weekend interrupted and his embarrassment of being seen less than perfect. Alarmed Kurt quickly took in his attire, yep, hadn't just imagined that part. He remembered Puck helping him clear the smoke, yep, fire alarm still on the bench, so that part happened.

At this point, the oven timer wen off, without pre-amble, puck turned off the oven and removed something that smelled absolutely delicious, reminding Kurt that he hadn't eaten yet. Glancing at the clock, Kurt was surprised to see that it was nearly three, where did the day go? He thought. Looking back over to Puck who was standing sheepishly before him with a faint blush staining his tanned cheeks

With a jolt, Kurt blurted "I remember teasing you about blushing!"

Puck blushed even harder just as a tiny voice called from the dining room "It's not nice to tease."

Kurt had the sense to look a little abashed until he glanced at Puck who was blushing even harder now.

"Sarah is my sister, she has ears like a bat." Puck stated looking imploringly at Kurt.

Kurt got it. Puck wasn't Puck at home. With a slight nod in understanding, Kurt had to wonder how they were related.

"You are very right Lady Sarah, teasing isn't nice at all, I shouldn't have done it. I apologise." Said Kurt with a raised eyebrow at Puck.

Puck, understanding the chastising blushed so hard that he resembled a tomato. Nodding his head in shame, he looked to Kurt with apology in his eyes. Kurt gave another nod and small smile in acceptance, for now.

Kurt broke the awkward silence that hung in the kitchen – "after that, I don't remember anything at all. I just know I woke up to some delicious smells and beautiful singing. What happened?" The unspoken question of 'why are you here' hung in the air thickly.

Taking a deep breath, Puck started to explain in a rush-

"Well, you started laughing, like, a lot, really hard, and I don't know, you couldn't breathe or something, so you started to hyperventilate. I helped you calm down and then you passed out. Don't worry though, 'cause that happens a lot. So I put you on the couch. I didn't know if it that has ever happened to you before, so I couldn't just leave you alone. I didn't know what time your Dad was coming back and I didn't want you to freak out if you woke up alone with no memories. Especially because you would probably think I did something to you – which I totally didn't! But I was supposed to look after Sarah this afternoon because my Ma had to go to work. But when I told her what happened, she insisted I stay here too and brought Sarah around – but she sent all this food around for you too, cause she didn't want you to feel put out and 'cause you probably wouldn't be up to cooking and she was worried about you too."

Realising that he was babbling, Puck took another breath and ran his hand over his mohawk before adding –

"Look, I'm really sorry for making you have a panic attack and for intruding in your home like this. I'll just clean all this up and take Sarah home."

Kurt stood there with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds, that was a lot to take in and he now had more questions than before. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. Opening and closing his mouth a few times he tried again, but the first thing that came out of his mouth –

"You can cook?"

Puck blushed.

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