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AN: As is what occasionally happens to me, this has become a three part fic, not two. Just letting you know. This part features heavy het; Quinn/Puck, Britt/Puck and Santana/Puck. Also mild Santana/Rachel.
Puck wakes up to dead cat taste in his mouth, a mild throb at the back of his skull and a butt wiggling into his crotch. He's ready to kick himself for leaving the curtains open on his window, because just a peek through slitted eyes tells him that it's still morning and that was not part of the plan.
The plan was to sleep until at least noon, and this is not noon. Although the wiggling butt could make up for that. At least until he remembers who the wiggling butt belongs to and then he's pretty sure he's just going to get a knee in the balls for being an asshole who takes advantage of slightly drunk miniature male divas who drop to their knees and suck him off and then he's got a whole other problem because that thought and the wiggling just mean his morning wood is making itself known. He's totally worried that the potential knee to the balls is gonna break his fucking dick at this rate.
"Would you please stop moving?" He tightens his arms around Kurt's waist, hauling the slighter boy back just to point out why it's in Kurt's best interest to stop. And stop he does. Kurt practically freezes in Puck's arms, whole body going rigid and fuck this is why Puck usually hooks up with chicks at their place. It's so much easier to bail when they suddenly realise just what they've done and are trying to pretend it never happened. "Whatever," Puck pulls back from Kurt, stretching as he twists out of his bed, popping the stiffness out of his back, "I need a fucking aspirin."
He half stumbles to the bathroom down the hall, checking his ma's room to see if she's home yet or not. Her little digital alarm clock stands out in the dark room to tell Puck that it's barely even nine in the morning, so no, she's not home. He's cursing up a storm in his head as he takes a piss, figuring the longer he takes the longer he can put off seeing Kurt and listening to the 'please don't say anything/I was drunk and this never happened/I have a boyfriend and I can't lose him' speech. Puck's pretty much heard every version there is.
He brushes that dead cat taste out of his mouth, hunting through the medicine cabinet for aspirin and chewing two down before he washes his face and figures he has to at least face Kurt before the kid bolts from his house. He's about right. Puck wanders back into his room just as Kurt's straightening out his shirt, almost immaculate as usual save for the rumpled hair. Puck just raised an eyebrow before snorting.
"I um, I-" the blush is there on Kurt's cheeks, not just as vibrant as last night, but Puck's pretty sure this is the blush of shame or something rather than arousal. Whatever. "I'm meeting Blaine at ten, I uh, I have to go." At least it's not this whole annoying speech like Claire Patterson gave him, or the really heart crushing crap he got off Quinn, but Puck just doesn't really care for hearing it either way.
"Sure, the door'll lock behind you anyway." He's pretty sure Kurt gets the point, practically scampering from the room in a hurry and it's just oddly out of character for Kurt, because Puck's never actually seen him scamper anywhere. Then again, Puck's never seen Kurt wake up, rumpled and sporting the 'just fucked' bed head, even if he wasn't just fucked, although Puck's pretty sure he could picture a fairly accurate version of Kurt's face in that 'just fucked' expression.
The door sort of slams behind Kurt and Puck makes himself stop thinking about 'just fucked' anything and crawls back into bed. Fuck this, he's not doing shit until its long after noon.
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He would've as well, if his asshole friends hadn't gotten out of their own beds and started texting him about shit. Britt wants to know if he found her top -and he hadn't because he'd gotten a little distracted. Quinn wanted to know if she left her iPod at his, and she had, yes, it was sitting next to the dock and his iPod. Santana was a bitch and text to inform him that she got her three girl three-way and that he had to be super nice if he wanted details. Fucker.
Mike thought that half past ten was a perfectly reasonable time to text and remind him that they had a bounce game of basketball planned for tomorrow with Sam and Finn, even though Puck was well aware of that since he was staying at Finn's to avoid the girl explosion that was going to be his house when Sarah had her millions of friends spending the night. At least he knew there was no alcohol in the house for her to be getting into.
Carole had offered to help his ma watch the rugrat and her little friends when he'd literally begged her to just stab him in the head right then and there to save him the agony of dealing with twelve hyperactive pre-teens. Really, it was for the best, because he'd end up cussing the little runts out and probably scaring the shit out of them with ghost stories and then Sarah would hate him for a week and she'd mope like a grunge-punk wannabe in her room before remembering that she needed him to be her ride through the summer to all her insane little shit things.
The most annoying text was Kurt. About an hour and a half after he'd left. I told Blaine I slept in your sister's bed. Please don't say anything.
Puck legit tossed his phone across the room and ignored the rest of the beeping until his ma walked in near one in the afternoon and informed him that the living room needed his attention and promptly went to bed herself. He stepped over the phone on the way to sorting out the shit that was left lying around.
He's lazing around in his sweats and a hoodie, watching some crap movie downstairs with his phone on silent beside him since he did find Britt's shirt so he text her to let her know and Quinn to tell her he had her iPod and that wound up meaning he was invited out with half the club later to the bowling alley for some non-illegal fun. He's pretty sure it was Rachel's idea. He still agrees to go, waiting for his ma to get up around six that night and for Sarah to slam into the house just after seven before getting his ass dressed and ready to go. He's pretty sure he'll be worn out from Rachel and Santana's plans by the second week of summer and then spend the rest of the break just ignoring them all with the occasional venture to hang with one of the guys.
Either way, he pulls up at the bowling alley at eight like requested (demanded really, since it was Quinn who invited him) and finds that he's actually the last to show up (probably because it's a quarter after eight but whatever) and he's pretty sure that Kurt just turned an even more impressive shade of pale at the sight of him. He figures out why pretty soon, because Blaine is like attached to Kurt's hip -literally, Blaine's secured rather neatly to Kurt's hip, although Kurt has his hands crossed in his lap. It must be another of Kurt's abnormal 'no PDAs' thing.
"Puck!" Quinn grins at him, which is unusual, and waves, like he doesn't know where they are.
"Hey," he's weirded out by the fact that she hugs him -legit, she fucking hugs him as he approaches them all, tossing Britt her shirt which gets him a grin from her, and offering Quinn's vibrant purple iPod to her. "Who left one of their shoes, by the way?"
"Speaking of shoes, you need shoes. C'mon, I'll go with you." He doesn't get to protest, but a glance at the screen in front of their aisles tells him they've booked two lanes and he's in one with Quinn anyway, so he just lets her drag him over to get his bowling shoes.
"Okay, Q, what's with the personality one-eighty?" It's not that he minds, really. See, sure they didn't work out, and they probably thought they could for the sole purpose of Beth, but without that, they were just friends who kind of resented the other for what had happened that whole year. Sure, they managed to get along in New York for Nationals, she'd been making a point of avoiding Finn and it had basically left them standing in a hall around the corner from Finn and Sam for twenty minutes just to avoid them. And last night was pretty much a step towards at least being friends since angry-girl-drunk Quinn didn't make an appearance at all. But he doesn't get why she's being super nice Quinn. Unless she enjoyed her foray into girl sex that much.
"Finn asked Kurt what happened last night." Puck felt something coil in his stomach, because why the fuck would Kurt tell Finn if he wanted Puck to stay quiet? "He said he stayed at your house after helping to clean up," well, yes, that was the story, "in Sarah's bed?" Quinn raises one eyebrow at him, and he realises that shit she'd know that he didn't let anyone into his little sisters room.
It wasn't like her room was a shrine or anything like that, nothing creepy like Rachel's 'future Oscar room slash Rachel Berry appreciation room' or whatever. But the friends that he had, the usual friends that he had, messed shit up and got up to all sorts at parties. There was no way some douche and some whore were getting their freak on in his little sisters bed, okay? He just was not down with that. So, Q would be the one to pick up on the little fault in Kurt's tale, because she was the only one he'd taken the time to explain it to, back when she'd lived at his place.
"Just leave it, Quinn." He gets that she's maybe trying to help, maybe she just wants to know what happened so that she can do something in some way that might be useful. He doubts it, it's probably just her inner gossip queen vying to get out, but he'd give her the benefit of the doubt for now.
"C'mon, you guys were kinda hot you know," she's got a small blush on her cheeks and Puck finally gets a pair of bowling shoes so they can head back over to the others, but Quinn grabs him at the elbow to stop him. "Puck, seriously, what happened?"
He sighs, shaking his head a little. It's not like he's into Kurt or anything, not really. Sure, the guy is okay; he's funny sometimes, a little stuck up from time to time, but he's a decent friend (at least to Mercedes and Rachel usually) and he's Finn's new step-brother so there are rules or whatever. It makes him Puck's boy, like Artie is, so it means that Puck kinda likes the guy. But he's not all hearts and flowers and crushing on him or anything. It was fun, yeah, it was new -which doesn't happen all that often for Puck anymore- so it was whatever.
"What always happens. Shit goes down, morning comes, the speech gets replayed. 'Last night was great but I have a boyfriend and I kinda regret sleeping with you, so don't tell anyone, okay' and then they bail. Not that I slept with him like that, just, y'know, what the dice said." He shrugs slightly, avoiding Quinn's eye. "But then he spent the night, just sleeping and sobered in the morning or whatever." At nine in the fucking morning too, like that wasn't bad enough. There's a bitter taste in his mouth right then, it's oddly reminiscent of the dead cat taste from earlier, but Puck just ignores it.
"Oh," Quinn's face kind of falls, like she'd forgotten that Kurt was dating someone, someone who definitely was not Puck, because apparently he's not the kind of guy to be tied down to. Even Lauren dumped his ass for the sake of her rep. 'No one takes me seriously when I'm dating Lima's man-whore' were her exact words. "Puck, I-"
"It's fine, whatever," except it's pretty obvious that Kurt's going to be awkward as hell, he'll likely last half the summer and then he'll spill his little fashionista heart to Blaine which may or may not break them up and then Puck'll be the asshole the fucked up another of his friends relationships and shit, that'll probably remind Finn about the Quinn thing and he'll be given the cold shoulder all over again.
He's probably pouting, or something else stupidly childish, because Quinn snorts slightly and rubs his back. "C'mon, you're on a team with me, Britt and San." And that's a foursome he could distract himself with. "We can kick Finchel Klaine butt and tell 'em to suck it." Puck all out laughs at her then.
"You're hanging out with San again, aren't you?" She doesn't answer, but she sticks close to his side when they head back to the lane, finding that the others have started without them and Britt's already scored the first strike of the game. San gives him a wink that promises details later and Puck just tries to ignore Kurt constantly trying to catch his eye.
It helps that Quinn sucks at bowling. Santana tries to insult her into bowling a decent shot, Britt shouts out all sorts of tips that make no sense and Puck tries to explain it the easiest way possible.
"Shut up and just show me!" Quinn huffs, Rachel's just bowled a spare and Quinn refuses to lose out to the 'HudmelBerryson' team as they dubbed themselves. "You're so much better at hands-on directing." She's holding a pink bowling ball in her hand, jutting out her hip and Puck's just rolling his eye at the come on before nodding.
"Finn better not punch me later." Because Finn has this weird thing about letting shit go or whatever, but Quinn just shrugs. He shows her how to hold herself again, making sure she keeps herself from tensing up too much and directing her where she needs to go. It's only slightly awkward because he's pretty much pressing his crotch into her ass, but Quinn smirks and presses back at him and yeah, he's sure she's been hanging out with San again. So he pulls out the A-game, lets his voice dip, his lips brush her ear when he's telling her how to aim better and his breath brushes over her cheek.
She bowls her first strike when they get through the little tutorial and Quinn literally squeals with joy and jumps him. She's still yelling her joy when he turns them to head back to the seats, her legs around his waist until she drops down to jump around with Santana and Brittany to celebrate her strike and Puck can't miss the slight glare aimed at him. Only it's not Finn that's glaring. It's not even Rachel.
It's Kurt. Like he's just run over Kurt's favourite sweater or something and seriously? He avoids even standing facing Kurt's direction from then on. Quinn gets him to go through things with her twice more and from then on she's knocking out sevens and eights on her own, sometimes getting her spare. Britt and San are mostly about speed and power than anything else while Rachel, Kurt and Blaine are fairly average with their shots. Him and Finn are almost always hitting strikes. Finn gutter balls once because Rachel bends over to tie her laces while he's walking past to take his shot and Puck hits three one time because Brittany gropes his ass just as he lets the ball go.
PucktanaQuittany, which is what Brittany decides is their team name, win by twenty points, which means the HudmelBerryson's are paying for supper. Which they end up agreeing to go to Denny's for. Quinn grabs a ride with him, although San and Britt snag a kiss from her before she climbs into his truck with him and Puck's somewhat glad that Finn and Rachel were as surprised at that as he was.
"Um, Q? Something you wanna share?" He at least waits until it's just the two of them.
"Well, we all went back to Britt's last night and, well the three of us had like, I don't know, a moment in New York I guess. Santana kind of came onto me last night after we left and, it wasn't terrible, you know? I mean, no offence, but I've sort of been really worried about sex ever since, y'know?" Yeah, he sort of did know. There was a place in his wallet dedicated to a condom now and he was never going to just wing it again. "But with San and Britt, well, it's safe."
Safe as in they won't knock her up and ruin her life. Safe as in they're already in a relationship together and just want to include her or have a good time. Safe as in they are not best friends with her boyfriend and they're not breaking anyone up.
"Yeah." He's kind of stuck in his own head for long enough that he doesn't bother asking for details right then. Although he knows for a fact that he's gonna later, be it with Quinn, Britt or Santana. But it makes him wonder just a little. When she brings up the 'safe' thing. He knows that he's not somewhat interested in Kurt because it's safe in that way. Maybe Rachel was safe because she was with Finn, and all in love with Finn, and she was never going to look at him as relationship material. Maybe Lauren was safe because she didn't even want him. Maybe Kurt was safe because he'd never measure up to perfect Blaine Anderson.
Maybe Puck was taking his commitment phobia to a whole new level here.
He didn't want to always be the douche that slept with other dudes girlfriends, or boyfriends in Kurt's case. But he probably wasn't cut out for the boyfriend thing himself. He was 'dating' Rachel for like an hour. Okay, it was like five days, but most of that was spent either listening to her talk -and by listening he means zoning out- making out with her or walking her to class. They didn't make it to the weekend before she dumped him because she wanted Finn too much or whatever so they never went on an actual date. And Lauren just sort of told him what to do a lot, so he wasn't sure if they were dating or having a fake marriage at the time. So he's never really done that relationship thing to the point where he could say he could even do it.
They pull up to Denny's to find that San and Britt are there already, so they head over to wait with the pair until Kurt gets there in the Navi with the others. San and Britt decide that making out is an acceptable past time while they wait and Quinn just ends up perched between Puck's legs while he sits against Britt's bright pink VW. When the others get there, they head in to find a booth. Eight people do not fit into a booth, but Rachel is practically moulded to Finn's side, and Britt sits on San's lap with her feet in between Puck and Quinn's legs while they huddle close.
Britt and San share a plate of fritters and maple syrup while Rachel tries to get Finn to eat some fried veggies instead of his beef burger, Blaine picks at a plate of fries while Kurt hugs a mug of coffee and Quinn entices Puck into sharing a banana split with her. He kind of avoids the strawberry ice cream, since it's her favourite, and picks at the banana and the chocolate ice cream until Quinn makes a point on giving him some strawberry off her spoon. It's a little weird, especially when Britt's foot starts stroking at his calf and Puck just raises an eyebrow at Quinn.
"Kurt hasn't stopped staring at you since you showed up." Quinn whispers it in his ear, their faces hiding her mouth from view but she still makes a point on nipping his earlobe between her teeth before licking it. He really can't help the slight gasp and smirk at it, because she's got sharp as fuck teeth and it hurts a bit, even as she smirks at him before plopping the cherry into her mouth happily.
Finn's frowning at him, Rachel seems a little amused and, yeah, Kurt's still glaring. He knows what Quinn's doing, he does. And she's fantastically devious but there's really no point in it at all, because Kurt's probably just in a bad mood that Puck's messing around like nothing happened last night -even if that's what Kurt wants to believe did happen. But when Britt declares that she needs to go to the restroom and all the girls need to come with her, he kind of hates Quinn a little.
"So," the door to the restroom area has barely swung shut when Finn starts, "you and Quinn, huh? Trying again?" Puck's kind of surprised that Finn would suggest it. Since him and Quinn were a big smack in the face for the end of Finn and Quinn and just the reminder that Puck fucked Quinn while she was Finn's. Not to mention the end of him and Quinn the first time had been such a fucking head trip that it resulted in a juvie stint for him and a borderline mental breakdown for Quinn later in New York.
"Um, no, I don't know, it's just..." He can't exactly say that Quinn's just trying to help him not feel awkward around Kurt and avoid another conversation, that she probably feels a little guilty about the fact that she gave him one of those speeches and he's pretty much going to need to listen to someone else tell him why he's better kept a secret. But 'she's just comforting me while your step-brother pretends he didn't have his mouth around my dick and then come in my hand with my name on his lips' isn't a good idea.
"You two look good together." It's the first time he actually looks at Blaine that night, even if the guy is trying to be encouraging or something, and Puck raises an eyebrow, because seriously, the dude wore a bowtie to go bowling? Why is Puck just noticing this?
"Right, yeah, thanks. It's about the only thing that's good about us." Because he likes Quinn, yes, and there is always going to be a part of him that loves her. She's the mother to his daughter and that'll never change, no matter who Beth calls mom and dad, she'll always be something between him and Quinn. But as a couple, trying to make a relationship on an accidental pregnancy is not a good idea and they just can't take that back. They're just better as friends.
Rachel appears from the restroom first, so they start to exit the booth, ready to get out of there as Finn goes off to settle the bill for them all. Finn's just coming back as Quinn, San and Britt come back. Only Britt weaves around Finn and Rachel until she slams into Puck's chest, her arms wrapping around his neck and her mouth fusing to his in a harsh kiss. He's stunned long enough to let her practically climb him until he grips her hips to just keep her secured against him and thinks what the hell and kisses her back. He can kind of hear Finn and Blaine behind her, Santana says something but Britt moans into his mouth and bites on his lip and he just ignores them until she's finished examining his mouth with her tongue and starts to pull back. Her face is flushed and he's a little uncomfortable in the crotch area, but Britt wraps her arms around his waist to hug herself against him.
"Not that I'm complaining," as if he ever would, "but is there a reason you decided to maul me with your mouth?"
"Everyone got to kiss you last night." Overstatement on that fact, but she was the only chick he didn't make out with last night, "Even Kurt and Mike got to. So, I didn't wanna be left out." It's perfect Britt logic, and neither Quinn or San are saying a thing about it -hell, Britt didn't say anything when he was dared to make out with Santana for seven minutes last night, so he figures it's whatever and just wraps his arm around Britt's shoulder.
"Wait, what?" Blaine's glancing between Puck and Kurt and Puck suddenly finds Brittany's ponytail to be fascinating to flick at.
"Oh, we had a party at Noah's house last night," Rachel says with a smile, "we had a few party games and lots of alcohol and," she waves a hand, "it was just a little wilder than my party."
"If you think that was wild," Santana's smirking at Rachel, her arm around Quinn's waist and Puck's aware that him and San have just swapped blondes like some weird kinky swinger couple, "wait until you experience a Lopez party." Although the Lopez party is happening at Britt's house, which is kind of the point of a Lopez party -never do it in your own pad, because shit goes down.
"Um, do you think, I mean can I-"
"Of course," Kurt jumps in right there and Puck wonders if this is actually the first thing that Puck's heard him say all night. "Santana, you don't mind if Blaine comes along, right? You can stay at my place afterwards, it'll be great." If Puck has to spend the entire party watching what he says, he's going to shoot himself.
"Sure, we gotta break you into the more hard-core of parties anyway." They get out to the parking lot and Puck expects Britt to pull away from his side and head off with Quinn and San while he goes home, even though it's barely midnight, he's a little tired of dealing with this already. Only that doesn't happen.
"San, drive my car." Britt tosses her keys to Santana, who winks at him as she goes to the driver side of Britt's car with Quinn climbing into the passenger side. "Puck can drive me and we'll meet you at mine." He's a little confused, but with Brittany you tend to usually be a little confused anyway. He gets a weird look from Finn, one the might be encouraging or shocked or whatever, but Puck can't tell, so he just waves his goodnight and helps Britt up into his truck before following San back to Britt's place.
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When they get to Britt's house, he's shoved up the stairs and into her room while San and Quinn talk to Mrs Pierce and Britt gets snacks or whatever. Puck's aware that while Britt's mom and dad are cool with her having friends over, boys after midnight are not technically allowed, but apparently, if Mrs Pierce doesn't see it, it didn't happen. So he sprawls out on her horribly comfortable bed and has a brief chat with Lord Tubbington; Britt's a little nuts about her cat and anyone that knows her knows that they have to be accepting of her cat and all his quirks. Honestly, the cat is kind of cool.
He's scratching at the back of the cats ears when the girls come in, Tubbington making a slow escape to his little kitty sleeping bag and ignoring them all. Santana crawls into his lap, leaning over him and pressing their mouths together and for fuck sake, what is with these girls? He's enough of a whore for it that he just lies there, hands on Santana's hips until she starts pressing down to rub against his crotch and then he needs to pull his mouth away from hers.
"Unless this ends with everyone naked, I'mma have to stop you there." Santana is the biggest cock tease he's ever met, for all that she puts out, at least a third of the time she doesn't, and he's not heading home later with images of these three going at it with a hard on to take care of himself.
"What happened with you and Kurt?" She presses down, rubbing her crotch against his rapidly hardening dick and Puck just stops thinking as he grips her hips to keep her there.
"He sucked me off, I jerked him off, he spent the night, he left. What happened with you, Britt and Quinn?" Both Brittany and Quinn are sitting near them, both up by the pillows on Britt's bed while he's sprawled near the end of her bed with Santana riding his lap.
"I ate Quinn out, fingered Britt, then Britt showed Q how to fuck me with her hand." And sweet mother of- that's spank bank material for weeks. "Do you wanna hook up with Kurt?" He's really not sure about her method of questioning, really, the way her hips swivel against his, pressing into his dick and rubbing.
"Doesn't matter," he needs to bite back a groan, especially when Britt starts eating a chocolate bar while just fucking watching them. He's mostly surprised that Quinn isn't freaking out. "He's with Blaine, bitch, and that has been made perfectly clear." He definitely needs to grab her hips to stop her, because he's a few minutes away from just flipping them over and fucking her on Britt's bed and he's not sure just what Santana's relationship with Quinn and Britt is anymore, but it's probably not the sort that allows for ex-fuck buddies to get it on right in front of them. "What is your game?"
"Blaine's nice. He's great." Quinn shoots in and Puck turns his head to look at her, "But he's sort of, well, boring."
"He's like mini-Schue. Or boy-Rachel. Or like, the child of Schue and Rachel, and that's scary." And Britt's just totally given in mental images that even Santana in his lap can't stave off.
"Nice boner killer, Britt." Santana clearly notices, even as she twists her hips a little, like it's going to help and Puck just shakes his head with a sigh.
"And this involves me how?" Yeah, he figured that Quinn would likely fill Santana in on things, Britt by extension -he hopes to hell they didn't tell Rachel because then Kurt'll be mad at him for not keeping his mouth shut or whatever and why the fuck does he care if Kurt's mad at him?
"Because, he's totally thinking about it. Seriously, a guy doesn't stare at someone the way he's been staring at you unless he wants to do it again. Trust me, I know." And she would, really. But Puck's not convinced because the 'don't tell' came across pretty strong. And sure, maybe Kurt just doesn't want to be labelled as a cheater or whatever, but it's more than likely that Kurt doesn't want it coming out that he's gotten off with Puck. Certain people have certain reputations, and Kurt's couldn't handle stringless sex with Puck.
"And your point is?"
"The party." Britt grins at him, leaning on Quinn's shoulder, "We wanna help you get Kurt." Quinn just nods, and he's wondering if she thinks that same-gender sex is what he needs to be as happy as she looks right there with Britt's hand on her thigh. And fair enough, Quinn deserves a few orgasms without the fear of her uterus being inhabited for nine months, but what makes them think that Kurt would pick Puck over Blaine just because of a party?
"I am so not following." So Santana crawls off his lap and they make him sit there and listen to their plan. Britt figures that they can branch out with this party, let more than just the glee club come along, and that way people will be much looser. But the after party games, where Britt's brilliant plan comes in, that's just for glee club members.
He doesn't stop to ask them why, since apparently 'Blaine is boring' is a completely reasonable excuse to break up someone's relationship and try to make another one based on one night of drunken flirting an mutual orgasms. Puck's not entirely convinced. He doesn't sleep all that much that night, there's only so much he can do when he's perched on a bed with his arms around Quinn's waist and San and Britt nuzzling in until they are a squashed foursome fully clothed and under Britt's duvet.
It doesn't help that he's kicked out of the bed first thing in the morning when Britt's mom knocks on the door to let Britt and San and Quinn know that she's off to work and that Britt's dad and sister are already away out. Brittany's floor is not squishy like she assumes it is.
His mood doesn't improve when he gets to the basketball court to find Blaine and Kurt have been invited along too. Great, like he needs to keep thinking about that.
"Dude, you look like shit." He hasn't seen Sam since school finished for the year, and this is the greeting he gets?
"Thanks man, love hearing that." Considering he sat up with the girls, talking until four in the morning and then him and Quinn ended up having a pretty intense conversation while she worked out how she felt about being exclusive with two girls, and then the very rude wake up, Puck's not exactly feeling rested at all. "Didn't sleep much."
"Seriously?" Finn looks at him like he's just declared the meaning of life to be pop tarts. "Dude," he elbows Mike and grins, Kurt and Blaine edging over like there's going to be some huge surprise revealed. "You went back to Britt's, with San and Quinn and Brittany? Seriously?" Puck catches what Finn means at the same time as Mike, while Sam looks decidedly uncomfortable.
"Fuck, Finn, you really think that if I'd just nailed the Unholy Trinity I'd crawl my ass out to hang out with you guys? Fuck no." He needs to punch Finn's shoulder on principle, and he's totally not reading into the fact that Kurt looks just as relieved as Sam is. "Britt wanted to talk about San's party, Quinn wanted to talk about the whole," he waved his hand slightly, "Britt and San thing," because he's not sure she understands it never mind him understanding it. "I did not bang the trio, okay? Don't go spreading shit that'll get my balls removed."
It stops the speculation and it shuts Finn up for the moment on the subject of Puck's sex life, which he is grateful for right then. And it works for him. Him and Mike take on Finn and Sam in a two on two while Kurt and Blaine sit and watch. Apparently, Blaine's not one for sports, but he does like watching. He knows the rules and likes to call Finn on his shoddy tackles and comments on their shots a few times out. Finn takes exception to Blaine calling Puck a better player.
"What? Seriously?"
"Dude, c'mon, it's just a bounce game, leave it." Puck doesn't need to have Finn's ego bashed, not when he's meant to be staying with him for a COD marathon with Artie and fuck, sleep is like a thing of the past already. But it starts a hoop shooting competition, because Finn feels like he needs to make sure that Blaine is aware that Finn is better than Puck, athletically speaking. Puck is sure he'll be sleeping in the yard tonight. "Do we have to?" Because Puck isn't about to hold back, Finn always gets into these pissing contests with him, and Puck could really do without it.
"Puck, just do it and get it over with." Again, it's the first thing that Kurt's said to Puck all day, and he doesn't even bother looking up at him. With a sigh, Puck stands on the half way line of the court and gives a bounce on the balls of his feet while letting the ball fly. It dunks right into the net and Puck glares at Finn.
"Really wanna do this?" Blaine looks like he's impressed and fuck that because Puck's not out to try and impress Kurt's little boy toy right now. "Dude, I am tired and I am hot and I seriously don't wanna kick your ass right now. Accept that I can sink a basket better than you and let's all move on with our day." Mike and Sam have already stepped off on this, and Finn looks like he finally gets that it's a good idea. It means Puck can go back to his place, shower and change and head over to the Hudmel house when Carole shows up without worrying about Finn and his stupid girly hormones.
"I'm better at football than you."
"Yes, Finn, yes you are. And better at fixing cars too, okay?" Puck wouldn't know what to do with a car, but Finn's getting there now that he's working with Burt, and that's good, because it makes Finn feel like he's got some kind of purpose and Puck's all for that. Even if Puck kicks Finn's butt at Mario Kart for forty minutes before they ditch the Wii and pull out the COD to play against Artie.
"So hey, what's up with you and Kurt?" Finn asks it out of the blue and Puck almost gets his head blown off with a grenade.
"Nothing, nothing's up, what makes you think something's up?" He really needs to work on deflecting that question if everyone is planning on asking it. Because it's starting to get a little annoying.
"He practically freaked out when I reminded him you were spending the night." Finn shrugs, so Puck's pretty sure it's just Finn's reaction to Kurt's abnormal behaviour. Finn's gotten a little protective of Kurt since he came back to McKinley, and it's a good thing really, 'cause it means Kurt's got someone watching his back pretty much constantly, just in case the crap starts up again or whatever.
"He's probably just a little embarrassed about the kisses and stuff, y'know, from the other night." Even though it's probably a lot more than just that. But Puck's still not bringing it up. He's not sure if he should, least of all to Finn. Santana, Brittany and Quinn might be too much considering their scheming. He's kind of worried that Santana's planning and Britt's good will but poor execution is going to blow up in his face and he'll be fucked over for the rest of summer and senior year. It's not how he wants to spend his last year of high school, really.
But the game at least sucks in Finn's attention and he stops asking questions. Although it does leave Puck to think far too much on things. He's still not sure if he's actually interested in Kurt because he sort of wants him or if it's because Kurt doesn't want him. He's always been a bit of a commitment phobe, the closest he really got to a relationship in the long term way was Santana, and they were long term fuck buddies, not really boyfriend/girlfriend. He just didn't think he was cut out for crap like that, not like Finn and Sam and Mike seemed to be. Hell, not like Kurt and Blaine were.
Finn calls it a night when Artie does, somewhere around three in the morning and Puck really wants to be able to shut his mind off and just fall asleep like Finn manages. Instead he's stretched out on the floor, in his sleeping bag, watching the ceiling and trying to rationalise everything in his head. It doesn't work. Sighing, Puck heads downstairs to get a drink of water and hopefully chill out enough that he'll go to sleep afterwards.
He's just leaning against a counter in the kitchen, the house warm enough that he's just in his sweats, sipping a glass of water because he's really not in a rush to go back upstairs and not sleep on Finn's floor again. Except when Kurt suddenly appears, Puck's suddenly hating himself to leaving Finn's room.
"Oh," Kurt stops just in the doorway to the kitchen, staring slightly before he blushes slightly, "I didn't- Sorry." He turns away to leave and Puck sighs slightly, because this is seriously going to get old fast. But then Kurt stops and turns around walking into the kitchen. "Look, I know that I was the one who-" the blush is higher on Kurt's cheeks and Puck places his glass down to listen to this, since it seems he's not getting away from it, "well, I know that I started things. I get that you, that it wasn't, I mean you didn't-" Kurt sighs again and Puck seriously can't take it.
"I get it, okay. Alcohol helps you forget all kinds of things. Like boyfriends." It wouldn't be the first time that it happened after all. "It's fine, I get it. I'm not gonna say anything to your boy about it, okay? I'm pretty good at keeping my mouth shut around boyfriends." He can't deal with this conversation with Kurt, really he can't. Puck shifts to walk past Kurt, although his arm brushes against the soft silk like fabric of Kurt's pyjama top and it sort of makes little goose bumps burst out on his arm and Kurt makes a small noise that Puck doesn't catch.
The next thing Puck knows though is Kurt pushing him into the seat at the end of the kitchen table and proceeding to climb into his lap. He's made out with more people in the last three days than he did in the last three months, but he can't form a complaint as Kurt's tongue slips into his mouth. Puck just groans against it, head tipping back as Kurt straddles his lap and presses his fucking silky shirt into Puck's chest. Kurt shivers against him as Puck's fingers slip under Kurt's shirt to stroke against his sides while Kurt tugs at the short strands of Puck's mohawk. Puck's hips buck up as Kurt's push down and they both groan against the other's mouth, Puck's fingers tightening slightly at Kurt's hips. They break apart just so that they can breathe and Kurt bites on Puck's lower lip as he draws away.
"Unless you broke up with your boyfriend in the three seconds it took you to mount me, we need to stop right now." Puck kind of hates himself right there, why the fuck is he saying stop? But it's definitely better if they stop right now, because it's not a good idea, and he is not just some fucking tension relief or whatever, and Kurt doesn't need yet more to avoid him and be awkward about. That kind of flies out the window though as Kurt pulls back and away and Puck's left sitting there like a total idiot.
It's another night he doesn't get any sleep.
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He's mostly right. Kurt is pretty much scarce from Puck's life the following few days, only showing up when there's a suddenly arranged meet up. Like Quinn's sudden desire for a group movie night, or Mercedes' 'Welcome Home' from wherever she went get together at the Jones' house, or when they accidentally bump into each other at the mall when Sarah is getting new dance shoes.
It's not until three nights before Santana's planned party at Britt's house when he's ordered over to Britt's house. He goes, of course he goes, because he heard Brittany in the background shouting something about a unicorn hat and wanting to use his mohawk as a template so naturally, he'll show up. It's impossible to say no to Brittany.
So he's sitting on Britt's sofa, back on the seat, feet over the back of the furniture while Britt sits on the floor and pretty much just plays with his hair. He's waiting for Santana and Quinn to come out of the kitchen from their planning or something, they still haven't told him why he's there.
"What's going on with you three anyway?" He's never actually gotten a straight answer out of Quinn, no pun intended. But Santana keeps dropping hints that they are definitely a threesome, so Britt's the best person to give a candid answer really.
"San wants to include Quinn in our relationship, I'm okay with it, but Quinn's still thinking on it. She's letting us convince her." Puck is aware of Santana's method of convincing people, and good for Quinn maybe. Might help her chill out or whatever, but maybe it's what she needs anyway, Britt and San sort of balance everything out, and Quinn would probably just balance it even better or whatever. "Did you hear about Sam and Mercedes?" He gives a slight nod before she tugs his hair to keep him still. "What do you think of that?"
"It's whatever I guess. Probably be good for Mercedes though, give her something to do for herself rather than being the single girl, y'know?" This time, Britt just gives him a noise that might be her agreeing with him, but it might be her figuring out what the hell she's doing with his hair too, so he's not entirely sure.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you how to sit properly?" Quinn gave his bare feet a flick with her fingernails as she came in, scoffing at his position on the sofa.
"I started out sitting perfectly normal, but Britt got tired of standing, so here I am." He would've shrugged, but he kind of doesn't want Britt pulling his hair again. "How did the strategy meeting go?" It's amusing, the lengths they're going to over this, really it is.
"How do you feel about a rigged game of Seven Minutes?" He raises an eyebrow at Santana, because seriously? That's the big plan, a rigged game of Seven Minutes? Then again, he can do rather a lot in seven minutes, not enough to really make it count but...
"You are remembering that Blaine is going to be there this time? And Kurt will be going home with Blaine. What's the point in shoving us in a closet for seven minutes so that he can get all hot and bothered and just go home with the hobbit to take care of it?" Puck's not exactly sure where Kurt is in his relationship with Blaine, it's not like they've talked at length about it or whatever. It's not like they've talked at all really.
"Please, we remember who is going to be at the party, but we're always very aware of just how fantastic your mouth is." Santana winks at him while Britt giggles a little and Puck just raises his eyebrow at her, which is a little weird since he's looking at her upside down.
He's not sure about their idea of Seven Minutes, it just seems too far-fetched that Kurt would even give in to anything in the seven minutes they'd be alone, and even if he did, Blaine would still be there to go home with. Britt suddenly gets worried that she doesn't have enough stuff for the party and she needs Santana to check everything off with her, which means they vanish for a while and Puck finally gets to sit upright and let the blood drain from his brain for a bit.
"It sounds like you're getting a little serious about Kurt." Quinn shifts from the far seat to join him on the sofa, and Puck just shrugs. Because sure, he kind of has. He's getting the impression that Kurt's at least thought about it too, maybe Kurt's not thought about being with Puck instead of Blaine, but he's definitely considered what they did. Puck can tell from the way Kurt blushes sometimes, or the way he watches Puck's mouth, or the fact that he climbed into Puck's lap to suck his face the night he'd stayed at their house.
"Well, what's the point of breaking them up if I'm just in it for sex? Yeah, I'm serious, it's not just-" Honestly, he doesn't know what it is right then. It's not just sex, because he's pretty sure that's not what Kurt's into, and that's not what he's looking for anymore. But he's not sure what it is either.
"Santana and Brittany assure me that I'm not messing up their relationship by joining them. They seem pretty genuine. Like," Quinn shrugs a little.
"San just got herself in order with Britt, she's always been struggling to find somewhere to be your friend but not give up to your Queen Bitch ways. You really think she'd try to haul you into a relationship with her and Britt if she hadn't considered it?" Puck knows more about the Brittany and Santana dynamic than anyone really, Britt was pretty candid at times and he'd hooked up with Santana for long enough that she needed to get her lady-kisses on and he was down with that. It was lesbian porn and it was free, so hell yeah he knew about the two of them.
"I guess. I just, I don't want to be a novelty. Like, just something that's fun for a while."
"Shit, Q," Puck wrapped an arm around her, because he knew that feeling, hell, she'd made him feel that once or twice too, "they care about you, okay. So shut up, 'cause it isn't like that."
"I made a bet with Santana." Quinn smirks against Puck's shoulder, cuddling in against him, and he's surprised at how fine he is with this mostly platonic friendship he's struck up with these three smokin' hot girls. "If she can get Rachel to make out with her at the party, I'll agree to exclusively dating Santana and Brittany." Puck raised an eyebrow and thought on that for a minute, sighing slightly.
"I have all kinds of crazy images in my head and really it's just a mass of hot, naked female body parts." The swat to the shoulder was worth it when she laughed and loosened up.
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Somehow, he gets roped into helping out at Britt's the day of the party. Britt's limited it to jocks, Cheerio's and the glee club, plus Blaine. So she knows that no one is going to wreck her house because Santana will murder the first person that upsets Britt.
It means there is a lot more drinking going on. There's beer pong set up in the kitchen, a group of Cheerio's are sitting playing 'Fuzzy Duck' with Tina and Mercedes, Britt and San are doing body shots off some of the football team and Finn's trying to teach Kurt and Blaine how to play Sambuca 6 from watching Puck and Quinn.
"I can't! I can't do another one." She's laughing at him, gripping his arm to keep herself upright and he just ignores her and fills up the twelve shot glasses in from of them again. "No, Puck, no more, I'm-"
"One more go, then we'll find some water, 'kay?" He's totally buzzed at this point, he's already kicked ass at beer pong and got to do a shot off Rachel as he walked from the kitchen to the sitting room via the dining room where Britt and San held court.
"Okay, one more. One!" It's better to do just one more, since Quinn's almost at the falling over stage of her drunkenness, he's just grateful she's not being angry-girl-drunk Quinn again, because he had bruises the last time.
So they get the sugar paper that Britt got specifically for this game and have another go, both of them half listening to Finn explain things to Kurt and Blaine in his rambling drunk way. Puck gets all six of his and Quinn's laughing hysterically as she misses four out of the six. He still gets her to drink two of them anyway before she just flattens herself to his chest and pours the other two into his open mouth.
"Hey, hey," he's in the process of swallowing them when she pushes up on her tip toes and kisses him, some of the alcohol spilling between their mouths before she practically drinks it from his mouth. He's dimly aware of the encouragement from Blaine and Finn behind him, as Quinn pushes her fingers into his mohawk and sucks on his tongue before pulling away and biting his lower lip and leaving him with just a wink.
"Right, you guys aren't getting back together." Finn just nudges his shoulder and it nearly propels him into Blaine since his balance is shot to hell when he's drunk.
"We can't." He says it to Finn, even as he's starting to lean on Blaine, until he realises who he's leaning on and who is standing beside Blaine and that just makes him depressed. "She doesn't have a boyfriend."
"Well, isn't that the role you would fill?" Blaine laughs at him and Puck just makes a noise before patting the little hobbit on the head like he was a pet.
"No, see, I'm the one they cheat on their boyfriends with. Not date." Yeah, he's getting morose, that sucks. He pulls a face, the alcohol in his mouth starting to taste a little bitter. "I need to find Brittany. I need her happy unicorn stuff." He pushes away from Blaine, walking around Finn to find the dining room and San and Britt. San's got Rachel doing some shots, it looks like she's trying to convince the diva that San should totally take a shot from between her breasts and it looks like Quinn might need to make good on her bet.
Puck just wraps his arms around Britt's waist from behind, hugging her back against him and pressing his nose to her neck. She giggles lightly and reaches up to pet his mohawk while they both watch Santana get Rachel's top off and sit a shot glass between Rachel's boobs. She fills it up, spilling a little over Rachel's skin that instantly gets licked up before San carries on, licking Rach's collarbone and salting it and giving Rachel the lime wedge to hold between her teeth.
"San's been working on Rachel all night." Britt whispers, her hands moving to hold his over her stomach, "Quinn's been encouraging it." It pretty much tells Puck that Quinn's sure about this threesome thing, and it's hot as fuck, but it's probably gonna be good for the three of them too. Rachel giggles as San licks the salt, bends down to take the shot and then moves in for the wedge, definitely taking her time with pulling away from Rachel's mouth.
"I need some unicorn magic." He mumbles it against her throat, because he doesn't want this to turn into him being a morose drunk. He's pretty sure that whatever little plan Santana and Britt and Quinn came up with, it's shot to hell because Kurt hasn't left Blaine's side all night and hasn't been drinking much at all, which means his guard is up and there's nothing to blame, so Puck's pretty much given up on San's devious master plan.
"Aww," Britt turns around in his grip and kisses his lips lightly, "c'mon, we'll get you some!" Britt sort of lets Santana know that Puck's stealing her for a little while, because if anyone can perk up his drunken mood, it's Britt, and they weave through the kitchen until Britt can make him up one of her special little drinks. It's actually just sugary punch, Puck knows there's not a drop of alcohol in it at all, because Britt gives it to her kid sister and even Brittany isn't that nuts.
But he nurses it for the rest of the night, even after Britt kicks the jocks out 'cause one of them pissed in her sink, and the Cheerio's start to patter out and it's eventually some just of the glee club left. Artie couldn't make it at all, and Puck thinks it might actually have something to do with his break up with Britt and Britt hooking up with San, but he doesn't say anything, and Sam and Mercedes bailed earlier on.
"Guess what time it is!" Britt comes out with the empty bottle and grins at them, even as there are a few voices that almost call halt to it. "Shut up, we're down to the glee club, it's like tradition, get over it." Drunk Britt is a forceful Britt and Puck nudges Quinn to give her an eyebrow wiggle to make sure she notices this. Quinn giggles and buries her head in Puck's neck.
So they get into their circle, Puck notices that Quinn shuffles next to him and grabs Britt down next to her and Santana automatically gets the spot next to Britt. San is almost directly opposite Rachel, she's probably scheming again.
"How about we spice this up a little though?" He totally called Santana's scheming again.
"No sex dice, Santana, c'mon," Quinn's the one that says no, even as she leans on Puck to keep herself upright. Rachel has the sofa to lean against since she's in almost the same state and she seems to be agreeing with Quinn.
"I wasn't gonna say sex dice, we've done that. How about spin the bottle dares?" Oh, they're totally going to find far too many ways to play spin the bottle over this summer.
"Can't we just play normal spin the bottle?" Kurt is almost pleading, and likely enough it's because he's mostly sober and his boyfriend is here. Kissing someone else because of the bottle is fine, but they all know how risqué the dares can get with this group. Even if Santana is the worst, Tina and Britt are just as bad and Mike is a filthy minded quiet boy.
"I think it sounds fun." Kurt gapes at Blaine, who just shrugs slightly, "I've never played anything different from plain old spin the bottle."
"Right, and we're letting Blaine get new experiences, okay. So, here's how it goes. We start with Quinn," it looks like Quinn's about to argue, but she stops, "and I dare Quinn to give a hickey to whoever the bottle lands on. But it can't be on the neck." Santana's smirking at Quinn while Q just blushes, leaning off Puck to take her turn.
"You're so not getting any from me for a week." She mutters it so that Puck is the only one that catches it, and her eyes roll as the bottle lands on Blaine. Puck stiffens just a little, but Blaine looks just as apprehensive so Quinn gives him a soft smile before crawling across the circle to him and taking his wrist in her hand before sucking a hickey onto the pulse point right there.
"No! Hey!" Santana doesn't look amused that her little plan was foiled.
"You just said it couldn't be the neck," Britt's smug rocking on the spot. "You gotta word things better San." So when Quinn pulled away, and Blaine had his new hickey on his wrist, San just rolled her eyes. "Okay, now Quinn gets to pick Blaine's dare."
"Okay, um, I dare you to let us blind fold you and whoever you spin the bottle on has kiss you without touching anywhere but your lips." Blaine blushed, but nodded along and San was the one who went off to get a scarf from Britt's coat cupboard to wrap around Blaine's eyes. Kurt helped him lean forward to get the bottle and he spun.
Quinn leaned over to Puck just as the bottle stopped on Tina, distracting him from watching Tina kiss Blaine without touching him.
"Kurt's sneaking glances at you again." Puck half smirked, noting the way that Quinn left her hand resting on his thigh as she talked against his cheek.
"I might've been an idiot and said something earlier." Twisting to talk to her, Puck missed Tina being dared to give a lap dance on her shot, then he missed Finn kissing a line down Britt's body as his dare while Quinn tried to get the story out of him. "After the kitchen, Finn thought we were getting back together, I think I got a little moody."
"Because you-"
"No, I know we're better friends, I like us like this," and he did, because it just worked better and she wasn't all moody and he wasn't all depressed, and he hated when they were like that at the start of last summer. "I said that people don't date me, I'm the guy they cheat with on the guys they're dating."
"And you-"
"Yeah, I was pretty gender neutral about it." He's pretty sure that Kurt's probably watching him to make sure he doesn't get drunker and just tell Blaine that Kurt was as bad as half the other girls who used him as a revenge fuck, only Kurt hadn't been revenge it had just been a drunken thing that left this lingering want. Quinn just sighed and leaned against him, bringing both of their attentions back to their friends who-
"Okay, Britt, I dare you to strip dance for your turn." It's like Finn's forgotten who he's talking to, because Britt's already missing the shirt she'd first wore that day and Puck's fairly certain she had a skirt on earlier, not a dress.
But Britt just laughs and spins the bottle, grinning at Mike when it lands on him and Santana's the one getting out her camera to video this. And Puck's all for watching Brittany get her stripper on, but Quinn tugs at his hand, pulling him up to his feet.
"Hey, no, you can't leave!" Santana looks away from the camera for a minute, but Quinn just waves her hand.
"We're just getting drinks, okay, we'll be right back." Puck decides not to say anything as he's dragged into the kitchen, he's sort of aware that they're being watched, and why would anyone watch him and Quinn leave the room when Britt is getting her clothes off? Why is he letting her drag him out while there is naked Britt happening? But Quinn glances behind her, looking at him and then at the group before tugging him into the kitchen and pushing him against the fridge.
The pots and stuff above the fridge rattle and he grunts a little, until Quinn moves in and gets her teeth on his bottom lip, tugging it harsh enough to get a hiss out of him. She barely gives him a second though, releasing his mouth from her teeth just to suck on his lip and then pull him until their mouths were slanting over the other. Puck only just gets his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body as she tugs his 'hawk again, both of them staggering from the fridge to the other side of the kitchen. Normally this would be where she wrapped her legs around his waist and he worked on getting them out of their clothes, but Quinn's busy sucking on his lower lip, alternating to the top one for a moment before digging her teeth in hard enough to hurt.
He has to just pin her to the wall, grab her hands away from his head and pull his mouth away. It doesn't help that she rolls her hips towards him, something he knows Santana has to have showed her, but he can't for the life of him figure out what she would. It rolls her hips into his and he can't stop the groan from the pressure it puts on his very interested cock. His head dips to Quinn's shoulder, resting for barely a second to get himself in check and not just rut into her like he fucking well wants to. Quinn takes the opportunity to bite on his jaw, hard and deep, undoubtedly leaving an indentation of her teeth.
"Woman, what are you doing?" She's flushed, he's aroused, his lip is swollen to hell from her biting and sucking and he knows they look like they've just fucked in the kitchen damnit.
"I'm making Kurt jealous the best way I know how." It stuns him enough that he loosens his grip on her wrists, meaning she slips her arms out of his grip, her hands going to his hips and pushing under his t-shirt to drag her nails over his rib cage. He knows she's leaving marks, the way her nails scorch lines of tingling heat against his skin. His back arches and she moves to meet him, biting his lip again before her mouth closed on his Adam's apple and sucked a mark there.
"Hey, you two!" Santana's voice breaks through the noise of his own blood pulsing in his ears. "When you're finished getting a drink, would you like to re-join us so Puck can get his?" Puck's not all that sure about the tone of San's voice, but Quinn grins at him and pulls him along. She doesn't bother straightening her dress of letting him adjust his pants to at least make the boner more comfortable, but he does manage to grab a bottle of Jack before he's dragged from the kitchen.
He notices the bottle is pointing to where he had been sitting, so Quinn pushes him to sit on the floor, while Quinn sits beside him, finally smoothing out her dress. Puck just unscrews the top of the bottle of Jack and takes a long, burning swig, ignoring the looks from everyone else.
"What did we miss?" He's not entirely sure how Quinn manages that whole unaffected thing right then, least of all with a semi-naked Brittany stroking the inside of her wrist, and Puck is aware of how sensitive the inside of her wrist is.
"I took off my clothes for Mike, and then Mike had to grope Kurt." Puck almost chokes on his drink, only just holding it off because- Shit, that means it's Kurt's spin and it's on him. But it was Mike to give the dare, right? So it'll be totally tame, right? It takes one glance at Mike to inform Puck that no, no it won't be.
Puck gives a look at Kurt, eyebrow raised and Kurt just glances a Blaine who shrugs and then Puck's just floored because Kurt just gets up, walks over and plants himself in Puck's lap before kissing him. It must be then that Kurt notices the erection, because he shifts slightly, ass rubbing into Puck's dick and Puck's the one gasping into Kurt's mouth. The nibble on his lip hurts, enough that he's ready to pull back, but Kurt grips to his neck to keep him there, licking over his mouth to sooth it before plunging his tongue past Puck's lips to press against Puck's tongue, coaxing Puck deeper into the kiss.
It started to become rather obvious to Puck, as Kurt pressed his hips down into Puck's lap, keeping his hands on either side of Puck's face, fingers digging in to Puck's neck, that the lip lock wasn't ending any time soon, and he started to wonder if this was another of those 'kiss for x amount of time' things. Then Kurt rolled his hips and ground into Puck's dick, swallowing the moan in Puck's mouth and he stopped thinking beyond Kurt's lips and tongue and mouth and body pressing to his.
"Um, that's seven minutes." It's Mike's voice, and Kurt growls against Puck's mouth, biting sharply, and Puck could almost take it as a punishment or something, especially with the way that Kurt pull back, huffs and climbs from Puck's lap without another word.
Puck's about to wash the taste of Kurt out of his mouth with some Jack, ignore everyone and spin the fucking bottle when Tina leans over, offering him a napkin.
"Your lip's bleeding." He presses the back of his hand against his mouth and sure enough, it comes away bloody. It must've been that last bite, and hell if Puck can figure out just what the hell that was all about. He takes the napkin from Tina, dabbing his lip before just sucking it into his mouth and scowling at the bottle in front of him.
"What's his dare, Kurt?" Quinn leans over to wipe at his mouth with the napkin, apparently the bite was sharp enough that his lip just keeps bleeding and Kurt's just staring at him. At least he looks sorry.
"Um," Kurt just shrugs, almost looking at Santana for guidance before he remembers it's Santana, but then she chimes in anyway.
"You have to get the next person off. Hand or mouth, doesn't matter. There needs to be an orgasm." Santana just smirks, leaning forward a little while Kurt looks from Santana to Puck.
"Santana," Britt's frowning, and Puck's wondering if he missed something here.
"Spin the bottle Puckerman." It's a dare, in more than just the game type of way. So he glares at her, trying to figure out if she'd gone from happy drunk to possessive-frustrated-bitchy drunk while Quinn had him in the kitchen. So he spins it, wondering if she's about to stop it on Kurt just so that he can have his mouth further abused. She smirks a little, starts to move but Britt's in there first, like this super fast little thing that she is, her hand clamping on the bottle as it points to Santana.
"Britt," the smirk drops from her face and Puck's pretty sure this party is over, since this weird tension builds among them and Britt and Santana have a staring match until Santana sighs and throws her hands up. "Fine." He's almost sure it means she's going to back down, she'll pick something else or actually let Kurt decide something for them to do, and Puck knows it'll be nothing as drastic as getting her off, but she crawls around Britt and Quinn, ignoring Quinn's shout as she practically pounces on him.
He doesn't get to brace himself, slamming into the floor with a thump of his head and Santana straddling his hips and kissing him. His mouth fucking hurts, the sting from Kurt's bite just flaring up and blood seeping back into his mouth, but Santana follows as he tries to pull away and he's just not up for dealing with her games right then.
Twisting his hips, he rolls them, they end up behind Quinn and Britt, Santana's head just by Finn's place in the circle and Puck pushes her down with his pelvis pressed to her. "You really wanna do this?" He's giving her one out, one chance. San glances behind him and Puck lets Quinn or Britt have their input until San looks back at him and shakes her head.
"Sorry," he just nods, shifting back from between her legs and grabbing her arms, "'m just drunk." He sighs and pulls her to sit in his lap, her legs around his hips and his hand on her butt while she cuddles his neck. She's close to getting weepy, he can tell. "I just got a little jealous."
"S'okay." So he sits back down in the circle, Santana curled on him, and Kurt resolutely not looking at him. "You wanna take your turn, or go to bed?"
"You know, I think bed is a good idea, since we're all very tired and I think it's rather obvious that more than enough alcohol has been consumed tonight." Santana sniffs against Puck's neck and Puck frowns at Rachel.
"Hey, Rach, you never got a turn."
"I- That's okay, Noah, I-"
"Maybe you should just give San a kiss, nothing fancy, just a regular spin." San half snorts and half laughs against his neck and Puck smirks. "It's only fair that everyone gets a shot." And Finn's not piping up that his girlfriend shouldn't be making out with other girls. "San's sad, betcha a kiss'll cheer her up."
"It would," San lifts her head, smirking at Rachel, "I haven't gotten a Rachel kiss yet." Rach rolls her eyes, but still comes over to lean down to Santana and kiss her. San's hand reaches out to pull her closer, turning it into more than just a quick chaste kiss and Quinn laughs while she leans on Brittany before Rachel is released to pull away. "Thank you, Rachel."
"For- For what?"
"For getting Quinn to go out with me and Britt." It's all Santana really manages before she nuzzles back into Puck, sighing slightly.
"She's just gone to sleep, hasn't she? Bitch," he's already losing feeling in his leg.
"You can just stay here for the night, Puck. I think we sort of owe you anyway." Britt offers to walk the others out, she offers to let them stay first, but there isn't that far from Britt's house to the Cohen-Chang house or the Hudson-Hummel house, so it looks like they're set.
"So, tonight didn't exactly go to plan." Quinn leans against the sofa, her head pillowed on her hand as her arm braces her on the sofa. "Sorry." He just shrugs slightly, remembering the rather vicious bite to his mouth that Kurt gave him. He was pretty sure that was the equivalent of a fuck you middle finger without anyone asking what it was all about. It was fairly obvious then, at least to Puck, that there was little to no point in the girls carrying on their little schemes.
"It's okay," he just sighs, because he was actually starting to wonder if maybe... "Kurt likes boring, that's up to him." Puck can take a hint when it makes him bleed. "At least you got things sorted?" Quinn smiles a little, nodding as she watches Santana asleep on Puck. "Gotta say, I might miss the random make-outs though."
"Don't worry," she nudges him slightly, just as Britt comes back in. "You're practically one of the girls." Even with the chaos of the last month, all stemming from Britt and her sex dice, he doesn't mind so much. He manages to fight off the dead leg long enough to get himself to his knees with San in his arms before he stands up, following Quinn and Britt upstairs to get San into bed.
He's a little surprised when Britt gets San to her underwear, Quinn shimmies out of her dress and they both end up tugging him out of his jeans and shit to haul him under the covers and snuggle in. So he can ignore the slight ache in his mouth and what it stands for, just wrap his arms around Quinn's waist and sink into the comfort of Britt's bed with the girls and work out how to get through the summer with Kurt quietly resenting him.
Tomorrow he can feel sorry for himself.
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