The Event
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: This is Season Two. I may or may not use ideas throughout. Except for Blaine. No Blaine At All.
Summary: Kurt gives McKinley an Event that nobody will ever forget.
Pairings: Kurt/Puck
The Event
Puck
"Let me up."
"Sit."
"I'm not a baby Noah."
Puck growled. "Sit down. Now. Unless you want me to bring the doctors in."
Kurt shot Puck a glare before finally collapsing into his wheelchair.
"I don't see the point of being in this tacky chair."
"Stop complaining about the fashion. You're lucky your dad went and got you clean clothes. Otherwise you'd be wearing the hospital gown." Puck threatened.
Kurt growled this time. "Never again. My skin tone looks bad in those."
"Then sit back and enjoy the ride." Puck said as he pushed Kurt out of the small hospital room.
Kurt sighed. "Please Puck. Just tell them that I'm fine to walk."
Puck chuckled. "I've already asked and they said no. All patients that stay the night leave in a wheelchair. Or something like that. The point is, stop complaining."
Kurt sighed and slumped in his chair.
He continued to complain about the wheelchair until they reached Puck's truck.
"Where's my dad and why on earth is your truck here?" Kurt asked.
Puck ignored him and opened the passenger door. He scooped Kurt into his arms and laidd him gently in the seat.
Kurt glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
Puck smirked and shut the door. He crossed the truck and flopped himself into the drivers seat.
"So are you going to answer me?" Kurt asked as they left the hospital parking lot.
"I'm following orders. Your dad's orders." He added when he saw Kurt's confused look. "I've been ordered to treat you like royalty. He also warned me to not fall for your clever, caniving, decieving, manipulating words that you will use to get out of the wheelchair. His words, not mine."
Kurt growled and glared at Puck. "And where is my father right now?"
"Your place. Getting everything ready for your return home." Puck answered.
"Ready?"
Puck sighed. "The doctors ordered that we remove anything that you could use to hurt yourself."
"But I'm not suicidal." Kurt cried out.
Puck reached for Kurt's hand. "Kurt, baby, I know. I know and you know. We just have to do this. for your dad. It's going to make him feel better knowing that you can't hurt yourself." Puck squeezed the pale boys hand. "Just let your father do this."
Kurt looked at Puck and gave him a small smile.
"Fine. But your cooking me dinner."
"What? Why?" Puck demanded.
"Well if I'm going to be treated like a princess, then I want the full treatment. No halfing it." Kurt explained as his smile got bigger.
Pucks lip twitched. "Fine, but you owe me. I don't know what it is yet, but you owe me."
Kurt squeezed the bigger boys hand. "Deal."
Kurt played with the radio until the pulled into the Hummel-Hudson driveway. Burt was standing on the front steps that lead up the the house.
Burt reached Puck as he closed his door.
"Did he give you any trouble?" Burt asked.
"Nope. He tried many times to get out of the wheelcahir though." Puck added in an afterthought.
"You didn't let him did you?" Burt asked with a hint of a smile.
"Nope."
Burt patted Puck on the shoulder. "Good man."
Kurt sighed from within the truck. "I'm right here guys and I can hear everything."
Burt smile dropped. "You okay Kurt."
Puck went to the passenger side with Burt following.
"I'm fine. Just can't believe that you think I can be manipulative. Does that sound like something I would do?" Kurt chuckled.
Burt forced a smile. "Nope."
Kurt smiled at his dads lie. Kurt opened the door and held his arms out to Puck.
"What?"
"You said I get to be treated like royalty. Now pick me up and take me to my room. I'm behind on my moisturizing and I haven't read my magazines in a few days. Now pick me up." Kurt demanded.
Burt chuckled.
Puck stuck his tongue at Kurt while he scooped him up bridal style. Puck carried Kurt carefully into the house.
"Where to Mr. Hummel?" Puck asked.
"To my room would be nice." Kurt answered.
Puck chuckled. "I was actually talking to Mr. Hummel Senior."
"But he told you to call him Burt." Kurt said.
"I know. I did this to confuse you. Now shush. Where do you want him Burt?" Puck asked.
"You can go ahead and put him in his room." Kurt stuck his tongue out at Puck. "I'll make him some lunch." Burt said.
"Nope dad. Pucks making lunch. He promised." Kurt said.
"Nope. I promised dinner. Now shush." Puck said as he took a step forward. "Umm . . . Where's your room?"
Kurt laughed all the way down the staircase. Puck stopped when he reached the white room.
"This is different than I thought it would be. Where's all the Gaga posters? Or the Broadway stuff?" Puck asked.
Kurt looked up to the bigger boy. "I love the music, and I love Broadway, but not enough to buy the posters. It's a waste of money. I prefer to invest my moey in fashion." Kurt explained.
Puck nodded as he crossed the room.
He approached the bed.
"To drop, or to lay. That is the question." Puck teased.
"Don't you dare drop me." Kurt threatened.
Puck dropped Kurt, but Kurt wrapped his arms around Puck's neck. Puck was forced down on top of Kurt. They rolled over so Kurt was on top of Puck.
"I told you not to drop me." Kurt whispered.
Puck glanced down at the pale boys lips. "I guess I'm sorry then."
Kurt licked his lips. "Don't be."
Puck glanced up into the pale boys eyes. "Okay." He replied slowly.
"What else do you want with your sandwich Kurt?" Burt yelled from upstairs.
Kurt jumped and rolled of Puck. He sat up next to the wall.
"I'll have Puck look for something. Don't worry about it." Kurt yelled back, not taking his eyes off of Puck.
Puck took that as his cue to get off the bed. He stood in the middle of the room awkwardly.
"I guess . . . I'll . . . chips." Puck said as he took off up the stairs.
Kurt chuckled.
So what do you think. I'm trying to add some humor/romance into the story, but there will still be drama.