Author's Note: Day One of Kurt's Badass Journey. Sorry if Puck is alittle ooc. Thanks for all the favs and the reviews. Keep 'em coming. I dont own Glee, Ryan Murphy does and he is genuis. tell me what you think. And Enjoy.
Kurt could jump with glee. Puck agreed to help him. Hell yes! He skipped and dance to his car and to the garage. He had to help his father out tonight. Once he got to the shop he passed the guys and went to the back room with spare coveralls. He got changed quickly and started on the 97' mystic on the track. He did like to relax himself from his day at school by working on some old cars. He forgot his ipod in his car though. He went to his car and pulled it out of his bag and his ear phones. Finally he could unwind. While looking over the sheets of what was wrong he got down to business. In the back of his mind he was thinking of something badass to wear. Should he go all Adam Lambert, leather boy on it or soft rock? He would have to destroy his closet to find something. Time flew by as his father tapped his shoulder.
"Time to go bud" He said. Kurt pulled off his coveralls and started cleaning up a bit. Once him and his father got home Finn and Carol had just finished setting the table. They washed up and sat down. It was nice to have this family dinner thing. "So how was your guys' days?" He started off the conversation.
"Same old, Same old. Even though Jacob was asking Glee on our status today. He is really annoying. Don't you think Kurt?" Finn said. Kurt swallowed his food, nodding.
"Yea, but he is always annoying. And it's creepy how he is always trying to flirt with Rachel." Kurt spoke up. He may not like Rachel that much. But if he was her, he would have punched the boy in the face. Once they were done, Kurt got all of the dishes and rinsed them off, and went downstairs. He walked into his closet and looked for the right outfit tomorrow.
He thought he did good for his first assignment. The gang of football jocks were near the dumpster today. Even Puck. But he was distant from the boys. Kurt had picked out leather pants and a cool black graphic shirt with a leather jacket to go with it. A bandanna hanging out of his left ass pocket. Nice cowboy boots too. But Azimio and Karofsky tossed him in the dumpster anyway. Did they know about Puck helping him? He sighed and jumped out of the dumpster gracefully. He sighed again as he dusted off his jacket. His hair dented. He had his hair in a little Elvis inspired up-do. He got to his bag and pulled out his hairspray only to be smacked out of his hand. "The hell?" He turned around and saw Puck, he had smacked the hand and the hairspray flew to the ground.
"You are too literal. You look like that stupid gay guy from American Idol" Puck said in an unusal loud voice. He grabbed Kurt's bag and throw it at him. "Come on, we're going to mall now" He told the boy. Kurt's eyes widen. What he didn't want to skip school. He had grades to protect. He had to talk to Mercedes and Quinn about a shopping trip over the weekend.
"Okay, first it's Adam Lambert and I'm surprised you watch Idol. Secondly, I'm not skipping school. Unlike you I care about my grades and classes." Kurt answered the boy. He was not going to ruin his attendance. Puck smacked his face. He covered his now red cheek and his hand made a forceful smack on Puck's cheek as well. "What the heck?" Then Puck tapped his other cheek, not as hard though. But Kurt grabbed his wrist and twisted it. It didn't bring much pain to Puck. "Don't you dare do it again, if you do I will snap your balls off" Puck just grinned.
"Alright, come on." He grabbed Kurt's wrist and dragged him to his truck. "Oh and by the way, if you want to be a badass you have to learn new vocabulary. Curse words my friend." Puck demanded. He felt the boy tug away from him. He looked back and Kurt stood behind arms crossed over his chest.
"If we are going to fucking skip school. I'd rather do it in style. This way. " He turned and walked to his navigator. Puck shook his head. This may be harder then thought as he walked to the car and got into the passenger seat. He had to admit the inside was as nice as the outside of the luxury car. They got to the mall and Kurt and Puck were walking past one of Kurt's favorite stores. He thought about sneaking past Puck and into the store. Puck grabbed the sleeve of the jacket and yanked Kurt to walk with him. He could hear the boy whimper a bit. This was going to be hard. They went into one of Puck's stores. It didn't have much leather. There was a section of leather stuff. But mainly cool jeans some stying shoes and some graphic shirts. Mainly TAPP or UFC.
"Okay, so when dressing the part. You don't need to go all out. Look at me, I'm going a little down today. Something as simple as a plain t and dark pants work. What you got going on, is too much" Puck said gesturing at his outfit. He grabbed some pants and a few v neck shirts. "I dress in style. Now go change into these." Kurt did as told. He didn't know there was a style route for being all he tried the jeans on, they fit perfectly on his body. A little slag near the but. He like firm, tight pants though. Maybe he could make a compromise with Puck on the pants. But he liked the shirt he picked out. Puck was sitting on the bench, kicking his feet. At least he got out of school for this. He had to admit, Kurt pulled off the look better than that Idol guy. But he liked Kris Allen better anyway. Even though the gay one had some lungs, he got to sing with KISS. He thought that was crazy. It's a well known secert that Puck was an American Idol freak. Even if the judges changed. They had Steven Tyler on there now. That guy was the shit.
"Come on princess, let me see" He shouted. Kurt sighed as he walked out. He saw Puck lying on the bench. His mouth dropped. As Puck straighten and was about to get up. Kurt flinched. It was habit. Puck got close, really close. Kurt gulped. "You look good" He said as he stepped back and went back to the other shirts. Kurt's heart was beating uncontrollably. That was so weird to him. He went back to change back into his original clothes. He got out to see Puck paying for a pair of jeans and three shirts.
"Uhmm...I can pay for that" Kurt saw the jeans. "Don't charge the jeans. I don't like 'em" He said to the cashier. Puck cocked his eyebrow. "Umm..I like form fitting. I was wondering if I could stick with my pants and just do shirts and accessories." Puck smirked. He can smirk? Badasses don't smirk, do they? They headed to a different store. More of Kurt's style. Button ups and vests. And great belts and watches here. Once again Puck was picking out some clothes for Kurt to try. He even picked out a belt that Kurt would have picked out himself. He gestured for Kurt to try everything on. It was like Kurt was his barbie doll or something. But when Kurt stood out he didn't see Puck. "Puck?" He questioned. The boy exited out of a different changing room in a pinstripe vest with white button up. It almost took Kurt's breathe away. He was fixing his pants. Was he trying on skinny jeans?
"How the hell do you breathe in these? My balls are suffocating." He said. He was still buttoning the pants. Kurt sighed. He want to the boy and gripped the pants.
"Suck in" He commanded. As Puck did he buttoned it. "There. And how is this part of the badass role?" He had to ask. Puck turned around and looked at himself in the three-view mirror. He turned around again and kissed the air. He got closer to the mirror and then turned around. "Self confidence. I'm aware you have it. You stick your head up every morning and walk through the halls like you haven't been tossed in the dumpster. That's good, but tomorrow I want you to pick out a good outfit and stare at yourself in the mirror" He turned Kurt to face the mirrors and he had his hands still on Kurt's shoulders. "Saying, 'Not today, those idiots are not getting me today. I'm Kurt Hummel, the badass' Got it. Oh and reason behind these clothes. Every once in a blue moon, its good to look sharp. Pick up the ladies or men for you" Puck said. Wow, Puck was a good coach. They changed and it was near lunch time. They got to the food court. Kurt was deciding on chinese. Puck smacked his stomach. "Come on, you have to be hungry. I know you don't always eat that girlish food." He spoke. Well, he was true on that. So Kurt got a massive plate of sweet and sour chicken. They sat down at a table.
"Is pshyical contact nessecery?" Kurt aksed with a mouth full.
"Not all the time. If you can fuck with people's mind just by staring at them, that's a good thing" Puck answered with the same mouth full.
"Okay another question, personal though, if you are a jock why are you eating healthy? I mean Finn usually shovels his food down and it's usually junk food." Kurt asked.
"Well, if jocks are serious on their sports career's like me. You eat penalty of greens and protein. And eggs white. It's good for the body. Sometimes you can pig out but not to much. Speaking of which, tomorrow after school. Meet me in the weight room. Gonna put some muscles on those chicken arms of yours" Puck told the boy. Kurt looked at his arms. They weren't that much like a chicken. He had some muscle. Puck put down his fork. "Really Kurt, really? I just insulted your arms and you just look like a sad dog staring at them. Get mad. If you want to be a badass, you defend yourself all the time." Puck said as his picked up his eggroll and bit it hard. They spent the rest of the day in a video game store. Then at a book store. Puck was taking some playboy magazines and putting them in his bag. Puck looked at Kurt like he wanted him to do something. But Kurt didn't want to. He saw the frustration in Puck's eyes. They were walking past one of Kurt's favorite stores and it was his turn to drag Puck in. He can be a badass and visit his favorite store too. He saw some nice black pants and wanted to buy them. But he wanted to step up in the role that he wanted to be. So he took the tags off the pants and stuck them into his other bags. Puck wanted to leave and Kurt waited til some ladies walked through the doors as well, the trigger went off and the store manager went to girls. She smiled at Kurt and let him go. He was one of their best customers, they knew he would never steal. But what they didn't know wont hurt them. They got to the parking lot and Kurt couldn't help but smirk the whole til they got to his house, they sat on his couch and he pulled out the two pairs of pants that he stole. He forgot about the stupid ink-departure thing.
"SHIT" he yelled. Seemed that his random outburst caught Puck's attention.
"Now that's more like it. What up?" He spoke and looked over. "What the hell you stole the pants from that store?" Puck questioned.
"Yea, I made sure to take the tags off but I forgot about this stupid appendage that damages pants if you tamper with it." Kurt explained.
"So did you plan the whole walk through with the girls? To get them in trouble?" he asked.
"Yea, and by the way those girls had stolen the perfume on the counter anyways. They would have got caught on their own. And I'm a regular there. They love me. They don't expect shit" Kurt didn't mind cursing. He just has to get use to it. "Help please?" He asked. But he looked back and couldn't see Puck. He got up and walked into the kitchen and couldn't find Puck. Where the hell was he? He looked back in the living room and Puck was working on the pants. He had a swiss army knife and a towel. "How in the world are you going to do that?" Kurt questioned as the small towel was wrapped around the fasten and Puck took the knife and chopped the top off. It flew and spun in the air and the ink was shooting out and it landed in between Kurt's jacket and chest, it was facing up and the ink finished off all over Kurt's shirt and his neck and chin. Puck had got the other fasten off and threw that one away. He was standing in front of Kurt trying not to laugh. "I swear on all that is Marc Jacobs, I'm going to kill you for this." Kurt said with a hint of evil in his eyes. He spent almost two hours preparing for this outfit and this ink is going to stain his skin for a day or two.