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Tell Me What it Feels Like

Chapter 5: Idiot

Kurt slowly stirred awake. His arm felt blindly around the sheets hoping to find a stray arm or a muscular chest, but instead found nothing. His eyes snapped open and he wrapped the sheet self-consciously around his body, figuring it was for the best but still feeling ashamed. Raising a most trivial look upon his face, he bit his lip thinking about what he could've done to be waking up alone when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning he found a familiar silhouette leaning against the bathroom door.

"What, did you think I left you?" the silhouette approached and Kurt nodded slightly, still biting his lip nervously.

"You're going to draw blood if you keep biting down like that," the bed groaned as Puck crawled in under the sheets.

"So is this over now? Do you just go home and we sing on Monday morning like nothing happened?"

"I don't know," Puck leaned back, arms behind his head.

"Well, then what do you want?" Kurt's eyes searched the room for something else to focus on besides the older boy's eyes. The stress put onto the word want made Puck's heart drop. He was never really good at getting what he wanted after a certain point and was sure this was going to be the same. Kurt would soon grow tired of his asshole persona and move onto a nicer boy that could make him happier.

"There's something about you Kurt and I don't want to sound like a wimp, but when I see you I can't help but smile and then I feel like an idiot."

"So you're telling me that I make you feel like an idiot?"

"Kinda, it's hard to explain. I don't really feel like an idiot, but I want to say things that I think are idiotic."

"Like what?"

"Stuff like feelings," he looked sincerely conflicted.

"What kind of feelings?" he leaned toward the jock.

"Damn it, Hummel, stop using your Jedi mind powers on me," he looked genuinely defenseless.

"I just want to know how you feel," Kurt's hand grazed his cheek and his fingertips trailed lightly behind his ear.

"First I get nervous, which I never get nervous," his voice grew deeper.

"And then?" Lazy digits danced along his strong jaw line; currently tensed over his revealing words.

"And then I honestly just want to throw my arms around you while everyone watches. I want to see the looks on their stupid faces."

"So you want me to be a sideshow for your reputation?" Offending Kurt made Puck's skin crawl.

"I don't want to be known for my reputation anymore. I want to mean something for once."

"This is completely uncharacteristic of you Puck. Under any other circumstances you would've let me get hurt, called me a name and told me suck it up."

"I know," his words were mumbled childishly.

"But instead you brought me home, took care of me and then simultaneously took advantage of me," Kurt clearly wanted to go on, but Puck cut him short.

"I didn't force you into anything," Kurt's hand on his arm dialed down the panic in his voice.

"What I'm trying to say is that I didn't mind, obviously. I mean besides the fact that you're outwardly attractive and fairly strong," he paused "Noah, you have the potential to be a really good person." The sound of his name hit home and when his smirk returned, it was without animosity.

"I'll kick your ass if you tell anyone that," he chuckled and the soprano went red to the tip of ears before smiling.

"You wouldn't do that," Kurt displayed a smirk of his own as he laid his lips lightly on the neck of the boy before him. Puck's sharp intake of breath was the best indication for Kurt to continue.

"I would too," the clear shake in his voice made Kurt laugh out loud, yet never removing his lips so the hum sent pulses into Puck's body.

"I don't think you would." His kisses lingered for longer spans of time and the pressure between his lips and the flesh below increased.

"I wo…" words were replaced by lips and Puck's arms instinctively wrapped around the smaller boy on top of him. Breaths became shorter and slightly ragged as the friction between their skin practically made a sound of its own. The second time around was easier and their cotton boxers were their only enemies; well Puck's black boxers and Kurt's tasteful blue briefs. Puck's hand slipped between their anxious bodies and a yelp escaped Kurt's lips when he felt the strong fingertips soar upwards until the calloused palms rested on his bare chest. But what surprised him most of all was the gentle force behind these same hands that pushed apart their dueling mouths.

"What's wrong?" Worry resounded in Kurt's voice when he figured this is when Puck would leave him alone on the bed.

"Nothing's wrong. I just want to do this the right way." Kurt's eyebrows shot up and he thought to himself: Since when doesn't Puck want to be physical? Then he realized: But you're not with Puck, you're with Noah. His shock was replaced with understanding and he kissed the bridge of Noah's nose, feeling his breathing returning to normal.

"Does that mean you're going to wine and dine me?"

"Is that what you want?" Noah's hand brushed the hair from his blue-green eyes. Instead of answering, Kurt snuggled down into his chest and took a deep sigh that wracked his body slightly.

"Are you okay?" Kurt felt his chin lifted by a strong hand.

"I'm fine." Puck gave him the tell me or I'll have to beat it out of you look.

"I'm just thinking that this isn't going to last. That you're just gay for a moment."

"First of all, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual."

"What I mean is maybe yesterday you hit your head and now you think you like me, but one day you'll hit your head again and you won't like me anymore."

"You know what?"

"What?" Kurt seemed flustered and slightly anxious.

"You're really cute when you talk too much. For once let me do the thinking and you can just look pretty," He laid his lips on Kurt's soft forehead and felt him sigh beneath his kiss.

"Does this mean we're… you know…"

"Boyfriends?"

"Yeah, are we?" The tension returned to Kurt's face.

"I'll let you know," Puck started to sit up and slowly eased Kurt onto the bed.

"Wait, what? Why? When? Where are you going?" Two fingers pressed against his mouth and he squeaked.

"I'll see you on Monday," one more kiss ignited the air between them. With a backwards glance Puck smirked and sealed the deal with a wink before leaving the house, still shirtless.

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