Author's note: So here's the next chapter. I know it's super short, but I'm running low on creative juices. I do not own any one or part of Glee. I hope it's an enjoyable bridge to what's going to happen next.
Tell Me What it Feels Like
Chapter 6: A Sleepless Night
Sunday night rolled around and Kurt's nerves were beginning to take over his every thought. What did Puck mean when he said: I'll let you know? Does that mean that he wants to be together, wants to stay friends or maybe never talk to each other again? Kurt was really concerned with how many wrinkles he could be expecting in the next few years from all this worrying, so he tried to calm himself and straighten out his forever creasing brow. He knew he had to think less about Puck's words and more about Puck; his eyes closed as his thoughts commenced. He could remember the rough texture of Puck's dry lips against his own and the way his fingertips dug into his hips with a gentle pressure that left bruises but elicited pleasure.
His right hand slid down his chest and rested on his hip where he tried to recreate Puck's handiwork, but it just wasn't the same and Kurt let out a frustrated sigh. Puck wasn't even here but his memory was enough to send a tender heat through the soprano's stomach all the way through his toes. Kurt's eyes shot open and he grunted in irritation; if he didn't get to sleep soon he'd have major bags underneath his eyes in the morning. That was simply unacceptable, so he buried himself in the soft bedding and closed his eyes.
Midnight was drawing near on Sunday night and Puck sat on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was definitely looking forward to duets the next day, but he had something way bigger to think about. He loved the look on Kurt's face as he left his house the other night, but he also hated leaving him so confused. He knew that Kurt would worry himself to death and on that note; Puck was really sorry but he knew he had to make a splash.
He bit his lip thinking about the things they did and how beautiful Kurt looked when he was completely vulnerable. He'd been looking at Kurt for a while now, ever since the end of the baby debacle neared but he never thought he'd actually have him in his grasp. Maybe it was his innocent blue-green eyes or the passion he hid behind his singing, but there was something about the soprano that made Puck want him more than he had wanted any girl before. The fact that he could push Kurt to his limits made him that much more attractive. Tomorrow he had to prove to Kurt that he wasn't what his reputation has made him out to be, but how could he do that?
He wanted to do something creative, something that would make Kurt smile. He almost grimaced as the thought crossed his mind, but he wanted to do something romantic. Somehow scooping Kurt up into his arms in front of the whole school just didn't seem to cut it, but it might be a great exit plan. The numbers on his digital clock seemed to mock him as they flashed their time at 2:30am. He had spent hours thinking but not taking any action. Sleep seemed to be the only logical thing to do, so he closed his eyes and smiled; thinking of Kurt and what that day might bring.
Note: Again, I'm sorry it's so short, but I'm not too sure what I should have Puck do to show Kurt how he feels. I'm more than willing to accept ideas from any of my wonderful readers, so don't be shy about your ideas. I will still be updating, but I'm not sure how long it will take. Thanks for all your reading loyalty.