A/N: Hello! Here is the next chapter for everyone! I'm a little iffy about this chapter, but I tried to fix it. Hopefully it's up to everyone's standards. PLease let me know what you think.

A/N2: Thanks to the anonymous reviewer called LonelyLittleLand who reviewed one handedly! I really appreciated it!

Chapter Eight

Puck had been wondering about where he would get the chance to seduce Kurt, since he knew it wouldn't be at school. Someone could see. Not that he thinks there's anything wrong with being gay, and Kurt is actually a pretty cool guy once you get past the prissy exterior, but he just isn't gay. Someone seeing him seducing Kurt; well, the whole school would think he was. And that is something he cannot have.

It was Finn's idea. He was going over the the Hummel's house after school to watch some game or movie or something with Kurt's dad, and invited Puck along. It was a good plan, because seriously, the guy had a wicked awesome big-screen TV. Burt didn't seem to mind, either, when he showed up unannounced.

So that's what Puck was doing when Kurt finally got home at five-thirty in the afternoon, after missing all of his afternoon classes.

"Where were you all afternoon?" Burt called out as Kurt walked past the living room. "The school called saying you missed some classes."

"I wasn't feeling well," Kurt replied evasively. "I went for a drive."

"Kurt, you know if you ever need to talk about anything-"

"I know, Dad," Kurt interrupted quickly. "I'm going to my room." He whirled out and disappeared downstairs.

Finn elbowed Puck sharply in the side, and pointed indiscreetly in the direction that Kurt had gone. Puck rolled his eyes at his friend's obvious actions and got up to make his way down the stairs. Kurt was sitting on his couch with a dopey looking smile on his face. Puck flopped down beside him, startling the smaller boy.

"I'm betting that you were off getting busy with your boyfriend," he smirked sexily as Kurt spluttered indignantly.

"First, Blaine is NOT my boyfriend. Second, we weren't 'getting busy'-" Kurt did air quotes, "we were only talking."

"So you skipped school to hang out with a guy who you aren't dating just to talk?"

"I don't see how it's any of your business, honestly," Kurt glared, "but yes."

"So if you aren't dating this guy, then do you want to make out?" Puck leered suggestively.

"What?" Kurt stared in shock at the mohawked teen.

Puck leaned forward, slowly pushing Kurt down on the couch, and covering the smaller boy with his own well muscled body. "We should totally make out."

"Thanks for the offer, Puck," Kurt said sarcastically as he pushed ineffectively against the (very defined) chest, "but I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Puck was hovering just above Kurt, his lips barely brushing against Kurt's.

"Well, you're not gay-"

Kurt was cut off when Puck slammed their lips together. He really couldn't deny that Puck was an excellent kisser. He supposed that there had to be a reason why all the girls seemed to practically line up to be with him. This kiss was so much better than Karofsky's. That one only had a sense of desperate passion behind it; this one had experience and talent. Kurt was having a tough time resisting the urge to kiss back.

Then Puck carefully started to grind down against his hips.

Kurt moaned softly into the kiss at the spike of arousal that shot through his entire body. Puck took advantage of this to slide his tongue into the smaller boys mouth.

Puck was definitely a good kisser. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut as he slowly started to respond, hands clenching into fists around Puck's shirt.

Kurt didn't even notice as Puck unwound the scarf from his throat.

He did notice, however, when Puck's other hand slid under his shirt and up his chest.

A warm body behind him, pressing him against the bathroom counter. Rough hands caressing his chest, moving down his stomach, pulling at his belt.

A voice in his ear, "I think that you should finish stripping for me."

Kurt's eyes snapped open and he broke away from the (admittedly amazing) kiss.

"Stop!" He gasped for breath, and pushed against the larger boy's chest.

Puck just smirked and leaned down to run his tongue along the shell of his ear and nip at his earlobe.

His hand was still up Kurt's shirt, stroking the soft skin he had found there.

"Seriously, Puck! GET OFF ME!" Kurt shrieked as he shoved Puck as hard as he could, causing the mohawked teen to fall off of him and the couch with a rather loud thud.

Kurt pushed himself up and glared angrily at Puck on the floor, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"What the hell is going on down here?" Burt came thundering down the stairs, followed closely by Finn. They both came to a halt at the bottom and surveyed the scene before them. Burt was predictably glowering at Puck, who was still on the floor, but Finn was staring at Kurt in shock.

"Dude," he said slowly, "what happened to your neck?"

It was then Kurt noticed that Puck was holding his scarf in one hand. His eyes widened in horror as his hands flew up to cover his now bare throat.

Burt's head snapped up to focus on his son's throat. He snarled dangerously at the sight and would have lunged at Puck if Finn hadn't held him back.

"It wasn't me!" Puck scrambled up off the floor and spun around quickly to face the large and terrifying man. "I swear it wasn't me! I totally did not have enough time to make all those hickeys!"

"If you didn't, then who?" Burt spat, still trying to shake Finn off.

"Ask him!" Puck pointed behind himself at Kurt. "My guess is it was the guy he skipped school to hang out with all afternoon!"

Burt stopped struggling against Finn to look at his guilty looking son.

"So this drive you went on because you weren't feeling well," he said slowly, trying to calm himself, "was there anyone with you?"

Kurt remained silent for a moment, feeling guilty about being caught lying to his father. Finally, in a tiny whisper, he said, "I went to go talk to Blaine."

"You went to 'talk'?" Burt growled dangerously. He had thought that Blaine was a decent guy, dammit! If that kid was leaving those kinds of marks on his son barely a week after meeting him, then the kid was anything but decent. "Is that what you're calling it these days?"

Kurt flinched at the implication. He knew it just made him look even more guilty, and wasn't helping his 'not dating Blaine' argument.

"We didn't do anything," he whispered, hoping his dad believed him without any further explanation required.

"If you didn't do anything, then you wouldn't have those things on your neck!" Burt shot back.

Kurt's eyes widened even more, if at all possible. "Blaine didn't-"

Burt cut him off. "Don't, Kurt. All I got to say is he better not be pushing you into anything, or else I'm going after him with my shotgun."

"He's not pushing me into anything!"

"Good," Burt rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Just make sure you guys are being safe. That's all I got to say." With that, he disappeared back up the stairs.

Kurt was blushing beet red. His dad honestly seemed to think him and Blaine were having sex! Well, he mused silently, it's probably better than the truth. Burt would probably have another heart attack if he knew what was really going on. Kurt really would not be able to handle that again, on top of everything else.

"Dude," Finn's voice cut into Kurt's thoughts. "Are you and that Blaine guy really . . ."

"NO!" Kurt stood, and glared at the two jocks that were staring disbelievingly at him. "I am not sleeping with Blaine. We. Are. Just. Friends."

"Yeah," Puck muttered quietly to Finn, "friends with benefits."

"Get out," Kurt pointed angrily at the stairs. "Both of you just get out. I can't deal with you right now."

Finn tugged lightly on Puck's sleeve, and they left the smaller teen alone. Once they were out of earshot, he turned to his best friend.

"This is even more dire than we thought!"

Puck stared at Finn in shock. "You know what dire means?"

Finn flushed. "Rachel used it to describe the problem. But that's not the point! The point is, Kurt is getting in deep with this guy, and we need to put a stop to it!"

"And how do you suggest we do that?"

Finn pulled out his phone. "I think we, and Sam and Mike as back-up, need to pay a visit to Dalton to sort this guy out tomorrow."