Okay, here's the next installment. Sorry for the wait!

It's much longer than I had planned, but even with editing, I couldn't cut any out, hope you enjoy anyway!

This chapter see's the delicate dance between Kurt and Puck as the sexual tension kicks up a notch.

The story is starting to reach it's climax - no pun intended (oh who am I kidding of course there was!)

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or it's characters, I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement.

Kurt was singing Killing Me Softly as he gently lathered his hair with his watermelon scented shampoo. Not your typical go to shower song for Kurt Hummel you would think, but hey, blame Mercedes for that one. In actual fact, Kurt's go to shower song was Phantom of the Opera. Not in his usual key, but Kurt prided himself on his vast range, plus he just really loved the echo-y feel the bathroom provided for the deep, mysterious song.

Kurt hadn't consciously started singing it at first. When he actually realised what song he was singing, well, he thought it was only appropriate considering the astonishing day he'd had. Rinsing out his hair and applying condition, Kurt reflected back on the crazy day followed by an even crazier night.

After leaving the library the playful banter between the pair had continued. Kurt, liking the new found ability he had in making Puck blush, had teased the mohawked boy mercilessly. Though Puck gave as good as he got, Kurt was thankful that the heat that usually so often found his cheeks appeared to have taken a leave of absence today.

Kurt was enjoying the new dynamic between the two. Never before had he had such an easy comfort with another guy. Even his father, as much he loved him, was still guarded around Kurt. Kurt hated that his sexuality always created a wall between himself and other people. He was still a guy, he was still a person. Who he found attractive shouldn't cause this much drama. Desperate to know whether this was a one-time thing or not, but too scared to ask lest he ruin the company, Kurt was rather pleased that Puck got a message from his mother to say she would be back later. Apparently there was a multiple car accident and all hands where needed on deck.

Feeling ashamed that he should find such joy from such a horrific event, Kurt quickly assured Puck that he was welcome to stay and offered him to watch a movie. Not wanting to wake the young girl but still stay close by, Kurt set his laptop up on the kitchen table for them to watch a movie on. Giving Puck first pick of the movie, Kurt was surprised that he chose Sweeney Todd.

"What?" Puck asked indignantly at Kurt's raised eyebrow. "This movie is badass!"

"Oh, I agree with you, I just didn't think musicals would be your thing."

Blushing Puck replied "I told you Kurt, there's a lot you don't know about me."

"Apparently so."

It had all felt to, intimate, Kurt reflected, sitting close together to see the screen, the sun setting and the playful singing together. If it had been anyone else, Kurt would have sworn they were flirting, but Noah 'Puck the sexshark of Lima' Puckerman was straight… wasn't he?

When Mrs Puckerman, Ruth, Kurt mentally corrected himself for she had insisted he call her that, had arrived, Puck didn't change. There was still a light playful atmosphere. Ruth fussed over him and exclaimed how grateful she was for letting her children stay with him. Here Kurt had interrupted to say it was the other way round, he was grateful to Puck for helping him.

Sarah spent an entire hour jumping around her mother as though she had been fed a truck full of sugar, exclamations of how wonderful Princess Kurtie was and how she was now a 'real and proper'Lady. Ruth was highly amused at her daughters' antics and thoroughly awed at the 'ceremony' Kurt had put together.

Upon learning that Kurt's father would not be returning home, Ruth started to fuss some more, insisting that Kurt go home with them as he shouldn't be left alone. Kurt tried to interject that he would be fine, but Ruth was hearing none of that. It was Puck who saved the day when he offered to stay the night with Kurt.

"If that's alright with you of course" he added with a slight blush to Kurt.

Kurt hadn't been able to keep the grin off his face, nor the fluttering in his stomach which still confused him greatly. Ruth had given her ascent, readily agreeing it would be for the best. Puck had left with his mother and sister to grab a change in clothes, which brought Kurt back to the shower. Belting out the last note of the song as he rinsed himself off, Kurt thought that he couldn't have had an odder day if he had planned it.

Stepping out of the shower and quickly drying his hair, Kurt brushed his teeth and pondered what he was going to do for the rest of the evening knowing he would still be playing host to this strange and new Noah Puckerman. He was hoping that the playful flirting, if that's what it was, would continue. He held no illusions about the outcome from it though. Puck was straight, and even if he wasn't, would Kurt really want him? No, Kurt decided, this is just good practice for when I move to New York. That way he wouldn't look like such a virgin country bumpkin. Wrapping his towel around his waist, Kurt walked out into his bedroom and promptly had a heart attack.

Letting out a definite girlish yelp, Kurt's hand flew up to clutch at his heart. There sitting on his couch was Puck, wearing thick black reading glasses and holding his copy of Lord of the Rings.

"Are you alright dude?"

"Yeah, I just, I didn't expect you back so early" gasped Kurt.

"I was, like, gone for an hour. I knocked but you didn't answer, I got kind of worried till I heard your singing" Puck smirked, "Nice song choice."

"Oh, uh, yeah – M-Mercedes' influence" stammered Kurt, feeling rather vulnerable standing there naked and dripping wet in front of Puck, who seemed to be trying to look anywhere but at Kurt

Trying to maintain some dignity, Kurt unconsciously swept his hand through his hair in his signature gesture. Not noticing that the hand he used was holding the towel that was precariously placed on his hips. Feeling the intensity of the stare as Puck's eyes trailed down his body, Kurt felt the towel start to slip off. Making a mad grab at the towel to cover himself up, Kurt still managed to show more leg than a tango dancer with a thigh high split.

Squeaking loudly, Kurt fumbled to tighten his hold as he felt Puck's stare at where his leg was just exposed. Clearing his throat to speak seemed to pull Puck out of his daze, who promptly blushed severely and returned his gaze to the book in front of him.

"Uh, I'll – I'll just get dressed."

Stepping over to his dresser to remove another pair sweats, Kurt felt Puck's eyes still burning into his skin. He still can't explain what made him do what he did next. But feeling a surge of bravery, he bent at the waist to dig around in the bottom draw, putting his rear end right in Puck's line of sight. Feeling rather pleased at the audible gulp from behind him, Kurt then threw his arms above his head and clasping his hands together and stretching up onto his toes, resulting, as he knew it would, in the towel dropping another dangerous inch or so. Grabbing his clothes, he hurried quickly back to the bathroom to get changed, not daring to look at Puck on the way through.

Puck was in trouble, a lot of it. He knew it as soon as offered to stay the night. He doesn't know what possessed him to do that, but he'd had so much fun with Kurt in the afternoon. He felt more relaxed with Kurt than he did with anyone else, including Finn when they were still best friends. But that didn't change the fact that Puck was in trouble. He'd enjoyed the light flirty banter of the day. It was fun. It didn't matter that it was with a dude. Puck was a stud, he flirted with anything that moved, it's just who he is.

Outside of his family, he had two default settings, charm or intimidate. Something had changed with Kurt during the course of the day and he was most definitely now set at charm. This he could handle, because he knew it didn't mean anything, it was just some harmless flirting. But seeing Kurt come out of the bathroom dripping wet and in nothing but a towel - Puck sprung a boner.

Now Puck never had any problem admitting another guy was good looking. He lived by the philosophy that you could appreciate beauty no matter what form it was in. Besides, girls can say that another girl is pretty and what not. What's the difference for guys? Puck was all about equal opportunity. He could screw a Cheerio or a MILF with no qualms, see - equal opportunist.

Puck had been looking around everywhere trying to kill his hard on before Kurt noticed it, when – Dayum – Kurt's towel slipped revealing just how long those legs were. Puck couldn't help but admire the smooth porcelain skin covering the long taught muscles there and he had an irresistible urge to bite the junction of his hip and thigh. Right at that moment Kurt coughed, and Puck couldn't decide whether he was happy to have something break the spell or mortified that Kurt caught him checking him out.

Feeling the heat rising to his cheeks again, Puck quickly picked up the book again and pretended to read. Smooth Puckerman that the best you can come up with? Puck asked himself. Glancing up to try and judge Kurt's reaction, he was slightly disappointed to see that he'd moved. Where the hell did he go? Looking around the room, he found Kurt at his dresser, no doubt looking for clothes so that Puck would stop molesting him with his eyes.

Feeling unusually disappointed that Kurt was going to cover up, Puck stared at the counter-tenor's back, drinking in the sights while he could. He was just admiring the lean dancers back when Kurt bent over to reveal an arse that was insta-boner worthy. Puck was a proud arse man who was now mentally kicking himself for not noticing that arse sooner.

It was then that Puck realised with a low groan, that the position Kurt had put himself in was basically bent in half. Even Santana wasn't that flexible! Just thinking about all the positions that Kurt could get into was enough to have Puck panting. He gulped audibly and tried to regain his composure which then went flying out of the window when he watched Kurt stretch. The lean muscles rippling under a canvas of porcelain skin that was just waiting to be marked and his eyes trailed down to where the towel had slipped a little reveal V shape of his pelvis.

The towel was low enough that Puck knew he'd see pubic hair if he wasn't already sure that Kurt must shave or wax or something based on the quick glimpse he had when the towel had slipped earlier. Puck closed his eyes, because that thought should not be as hot as it was, and also, he was about three seconds away from blowing his load like some 13 year-old.

When he opened his eyes, it was to see Kurt practically running into the bathroom with his clothes. Puck was pretty sure he heard the lock click. Great going dumbass! You've freaked him out! Puck was astounded by his train of thought; he was disappointed in himself for scaring Kurt away. He shouldn't be disappointed, should he?

Puck realised he had about five minutes to come to some conclusions. First, was he gay? He didn't think he was he, hadn't had these thoughts about guys in general, or even ever before. Okay, maybe it's just Kurt. Second, did he actually want Kurt? Feeling his erection twitch was enough confirmation for Puck. Okay, yes, definitely want - But for how long?

That was the tricky part. Puck was not known for his relationship commitment, and he highly doubted that Kurt would be just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy and Puck couldn't be that cruel, knowing what he'd already put Kurt through in the past, that would be a tipping point that Puck didn't want to be responsible for.

He could always just stick with friendship, because he did want Kurt as a friend now, the guy was actually kind of cool. He knew that Sarah and his Ma would want to see him around more often as it's fairly obvious that they have both fallen in love with him. Yes, that is probably the best way to go, after all, he didn't even know if Kurt was interested in him like that. He wasn't completely misogynistic, despite what everyone else might think. He didn't even really know if Kurt had a type. Apart from his crush on Finn the year before, Puck didn't think Kurt had expressed any interest in anyone.

Just the thought of Kurt checking out other guys was enough to make Puck's heart clench, which was a new development even for him. He didn't get jealous, he never went back to anyone a second time for the emotion to even surface. Apart from Santana he mentally added, but they both knew that it was purely sex and no emotion. The only time he'd ever gotten jealous was when Quinn was still with Finn when she was pregnant with his baby. But Puck had learned that jealously was all for his daughter, and not for Quinn. He'd deluded himself thinking he was in love with her.

Hearing the lock in the bathroom tumbling, Puck made a decision. Just play it cool and see where it goes.

Kurt had managed to calm his racing heart as dried and dressed. Quickly combing his hair he stared at himself in the mirror. What are you doing? You were flirting! Flirting with Noah Freaking Puckerman! A small voice told informed him that Puck was flirting back, and while Kurt may have absolutely zero experience, even he couldn't misread the dark look that Puck was giving him. Kurt's body shuddered just remembering the heat from the gaze and he felt his body, much to his horror, start to respond.

Deciding to do a quick short version of his moisturising routine, just to give his hands something to do and time for his body to calm down, Kurt did some serious thinking. First of all, he thought, let's just assume that Puck likes me like that. Did he even like Puck? Well no, he didn't, but this new Noah was far too nice for Kurt's own good. Kurt can't deny that Puck is hot as fuck, he'd always thought so, and only refrained from telling anyone to stop himself from getting killed.

But, Kurt reasoned, Puck's reputation is no secret, even if something were to happen, there is very little reason for it to mean anything to Puck and even less chance of it happening a second time. But there was an extremely high chance that it could all fall on his face come Monday when he's met with worse than the dumpster dives and slushies of the past.

You can't control what he will do; you can only control yourself, thought Kurt firmly, so with that he tried to sort his own feelings out. If, by some chance, something could happen, did he want it too? Yes – yes he did. He was a teenage guy after all, previously resigned to remaining un-touched until college didn't mean that Kurt didn't want a chance to experience it.

Besides, mused Kurt, how many people stay forever with the first person they fool around with? It didn't have to mean anything, it'd be nice just to, you know, experience it. Tension relief thought Kurt decidedly, that's what this is. Just play it cool and see how it pans out. Let him make the move.

Leaving the bathroom again, Kurt had a strange sense of déjà vu as he found Puck sitting exactly in the same place, glasses on and reading the book again. Deciding to maintain the playful banter of earlier, Kurt leant against the door frame and teased –

"I never took you for the nerd type Puck."

"I could say the same about you Hummel" Puck retorted with a grin holding the book up.

"So, I was thinking – movie marathon?" Kurt asked as he indicated Lord of the Rings box-set.

"Are they the extended editions?"

"Of course."

"You're on Hummel!"

Kurt left Puck in his basement bedroom to set up the movie on his 'sweet arse' according to Puck, TV while he went upstairs to make popcorn and grab a couple of bottles of water. Returning to the basement, Kurt turned off the lights as they settled in to watch.

They made it through the first movie without too much drama. But during the second, not having anything to do with their hands with the popcorn long gone, Kurt found both of them fidgeting. First, Kurt turned sideways on the couch and brought his knees up. Shortly after, Puck had sprawled slightly, lifting his left leg so that it was now bent at the knee resting on the couch, brushing against Kurt's feet every now and then. Each time it happened, Kurt felt a jolt of electricity spread through his body.

It was like a dance, one would move slightly and the other would undoubtable follow so by the time they were two-thirds of the way through the movie they were both sitting side by side with their feet up on the coffee table in front of them, bodies touching from feet to shoulders. The tension in the air was un-bearable to Puck, who felt like a 13 year old on his first date. All he wanted to do was grab Kurt and kiss the hell out of him. Seeing Kurt grab the throw off the back of the couch to drape it over himself, Puck took a chance.

"Can I share?" he asked indicating to the blanket.

Nodding Kurt lifted the blanket so he could drape it over Puck, but Puck had other ideas and scooted even closer to the boy. Probably not the best idea, thought Puck. If he thought the tension in the room was unbearable before, it just kicked up to 'I think I'm going to die', sharing the blanket, the body heat, smelling Kurt's shampoo, it all made Puck's head swim. So much so that he didn't even realise the movie had finished until he felt Kurt shifting away.

Kurt had never been so thankful to see the end credits start to roll. He needed to move, like now. He was having a hard time concentrating on the movie having Puck so close to him. Even Orlando Bloom couldn't compete against Puck's warm masculine scent. Kurt knew he was only seconds away from jumping on Puck and be damned of the consequences. Using the end of the movie as an excuse to put some distance between them, he jumped up blithely and asked 'Snack?' before bolting for the stairs before Puck had even chance to register what he said.

Reaching the kitchen, Kurt took a moment to collect himself, he needed calories, and fast. Reaching into the freezer for the Butterscotch Swirl ice-cream that he knew his dad had brought secretly, Kurt grabbed a couple of spoons and some more water for them before making his way back downstairs.

Relieved to see that Puck had used the time to switch the movies over and was now sitting sideways on the couch with his feet up and the blanket spread over him with room for Kurt at the opposite end. Kurt felt thankful for the personal space as he handed over the ice-cream until he sat down and realised that no matter how he sat, Puck's feet were going to be there, touching him.

Kurt didn't think he could be so turned on by feet. Maybe I have a fetish he mused. He had never actually tried to think about sex that much because it only depressed him to realise he had no prospects. Gulping half his bottle of water he tried to calm his racing heart and needing the sugar rush, he swallowed a large spoonful of ice-cream. Big mistake he thought, not only did he have a mouthful of the freezing dessert which was not a graceful look on anyone, but one glance at the way Puck's eyes darkened as he watched him swallow – well there goes any attempt at calming himself. Trying desperately to set himself free of those eyes, Kurt turned back to the movie.

"You know, Legolas is my favourite character. So calm and cool, he's so graceful even when taking down an Olephant."

"I know, me too" Puck replied surprising Kurt. "He's so badass as well. You can't help but admire him" he added.

Relieved to see that Puck had gone along with his plan, Kurt took a deep breath and continued watching the movie. Chatting about the characters and plots, arguing over whether Pip or Merry were the better of the two hilarious Hobbits. Kurt found himself settling back and enjoying the easy banter they'd had from earlier in the day.

They continued to devour the ice-cream, and every time their hands met inside the punnet, Kurt would feel the same jolt run through his body, which he tried desperately to ignore. About half-way through the movie, Puck had glanced over at Kurt and promptly laughed so much that it shook Kurt from his reverie.

"Dude, you have ice-cream on your face!"

Feeling mortified, Kurt desperately rubbed at his face.

"Here," Laughed Puck as he leant forwards and gently wiped the treat away from Kurt's cheek. Letting his hand linger for a second as their eye's locked, Kurt felt a hopeful apprehension. Cold water was thrown all over that though when Puck moved back away and leant against his seat. Both continued to watch the movie each sending covert glances at the other until Puck finally broke it.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Hmm?" Kurt responded, eyes still on the screen.

"Can I – I wondered if I could try something?"

"Sure, what did you want to do?" Kurt asked turning to look at Puck who sat there not saying anything but staring at his lap. "Puck? Wha"

The rest of Kurt's words were drowned out when Puck had lurched forwards and sealed his mouth over Kurt's. Feeling Pucks body heat so close to him caused Kurt to gasp, which Puck promptly took advantage of and gently pushed his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt was stunned for all of three seconds, barely able to process what was happening when he felt Puck lick the back of his teeth. It was enough to wake Kurt from his daze and throw his arms around Puck's neck.

Pulling each other closer, tongues battling for dominance, Kurt let out the most delicious moan, enough to turn even the straightest man gay. Kurt was beginning to feel light-headed, whether from the kiss or the lack of oxygen he didn't really care. All that mattered was that Puck never stopped kissing him. Feeling Puck suck on his lip for a second, Kurt couldn't control the whimper that escaped when Puck pulled away.

Gasping for breath and seeing the black desire in his eyes, Kurt barely heard it when Puck said 'That' before diving back in for another kiss.

I know, I know! I'm a horrible person for leaving it there! I've turned into 'cockblocking keyboard'!

This is my first go at heating things up a bit, and I'm incredibly nervous about it.

Please, please, please let me know how I went with it... Hot or Not?

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Mischievous Gleek