Authors note: So here's the next addition. Sorry if it's not as good; my spark is slightly stunted today. I just picked a song for them to sing that I really liked, so if it doesn't fit very well, that's why. And the reason Puck knows the music is because it's after he's sang The Lady is a Tramp. Enjoy!
Tell Me What if Feels Like
Chapter 3: A Man Alone
A knock at the door caused Kurt to spill one of his many expensive products.
"Finn! Can you please answer the door?"
From the couch there was a groan as Finn was beckoned by the young man busy beautifying himself.
"Why can't you just get it?"
"Because Finn," he appeared next to the couch, "My face mask still needs to try before I can remove it and if it cracks I have to start all over again. Just do it please!" he hopped up and down like an eager child.
"Fine," he dropped his x-box controller and stuck his tongue out at the smiling boy before throwing the door open.
The room grew tense and Finn gritted his teeth at the unexpected visitor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he stepped forward just once, but enough to make his presence known.
"Kurt invited me over so we could fix our duet. That's all."
"I don't think that's okay."
"Finn, who is it?" Kurt's voice carried from the bathroom.
"It's nobody," he glared at Puck with every bit of intensity he could grasp.
"Just let me in. I'm not going to do anything stupid."
"I don't believe you," he hadn't noticed the footsteps approaching the battle stances they had created.
"Finn, what's going…oh? I forgot to tell you. We need to practice our duet." Finn shook his head.
"Finn," he laid a hand on his arm, "Trust me, he's not going to do anything like what he did yesterday. We already talked about it."
"Fine, but I'm not leaving you two alone," he pleasantly brushed off Kurt's hand and continued to play his game; his eyes darted to the couple suspiciously in between rounds.
"So what song are you going to make me sing?" Puck's voice broke the silence.
"I'm not going to make you sing anything. We'll pick something we both like."
"Fat chance," He rolled his eyes and lay back on Kurt's bed. Kurt felt uncomfortable sitting by his vanity, but would feel even more uncomfortable sharing the bed with a frustrated Puck.
"If we're not going to get any work done, then you might as well leave," Kurt's harsh tone surprised the both of them.
Puck's body shot up and he actually looked hurt, "I'm sorry, what ideas do you have? We can go from there."
"Wow, two apologies in one day- what can I expect next?" his giggle made Puck smirk.
"Don't you ever tell anyone I know how to apologize," his smug demeanor returned, yet it seemed to be lacking its usual biting edge.
"Cross my heart," his delicate hands trailed over his chest and Puck bit his lip to keep from smiling.
"So, maybe we should try something like this," Kurt approached the bed and the jock's eyes nearly popped out of his head when the soprano dropped to his knees in front of him.
Before he could think he felt Kurt's hands pushing his legs out of the way, "I'm going to need you to move. I keep my good music under my bed."
"Oh, right," he quickly stood to his feet and shook his head in an attempt to erase his blushing.
"Here it is," he stood up, gently brushing the invisible dirt from his clothes.
"I think this might be a little more your speed," the record was pulled from its sleeve before the older boy had a chance to see what it was.
The melody sounded familiar and Puck smiled- he already knew this was the right choice. Kurt turned around to his wide smile as the smooth notes of Frank's Sinatra's voice filled the room.
"I thought we could do A Man Alone because it's an excellent song and the lyrics aren't too girly for you," the use of air quotes made Puck laugh as he secretly appreciated Kurt's gesture.
The singing began and the lyrics rolled themselves into Puck; where they made more sense then he ever thought they would. Kurt took the first verse:
In me you see a man alone
Held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees
With sentimentals ease
Leaving Puck to take the second verse:
In me you see a man alone
Behind the wall he's learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain
Expecting love again.
Kurt glided across the room, away from the record player and sat on the duvet crossing his legs:
A man not lonely
Except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn
Puck strode across the room looking serious and surprisingly deep in thought:
In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Only other people's dreams.
Kurt summed up one more verse and tried not to let any of his own pain fall through:
A man learning to live with
Memories of midnights
That fell apart at dawn
Their voices mashed beautifully and they found themselves face to face finishing the delicate song:
In me you see a man alone
Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems
Just other people's dreams.
They finished short of breath and suddenly standing very close to each other, but neither of them tried to move.
"That sounded really good," Finn's voice broke the trance and Kurt ran to stop the record player; his blush clearly spreading.
"Rachel called and wants to hang out, are you two going to be okay alone?" He directed a softened glare towards his old best friend.
"Yeah," Kurt's voice nearly cracked, "We'll be fine. Have fun with Rachel."
Finn took a double take at the fact that he had used her name instead of a witty and cruel nickname; even Finn couldn't miss that.
"Uh… thanks, bye." The door slammed close and Puck took his first breath since they had stopped singing.
"That was nice," Puck cleared his throat.
"I mean awesome, good choice Hummel." His returned to one of his pre-set manly stances and watched the flustered boy returning the record to its slip.
"Yeah, it should work out just fine on Monday," he half smiled as he slid the record back underneath his bed.
"Now that's over with- do you want to hang out?"
"What?" It was Kurt's turn to have his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"I mean like all guys do; just chill and hang out."
"Sure, I guess we could do that."
"Cool," excitement leaked from Puck's manly tone and he cleared his throat yet again.
"So what do you want to do?" Kurt's stomach turned waiting for an answer.
"I've got a couple ideas." The smirk returned.