AN: Second Chapter. Kinda short but I didn't have time. Enjoy!
Summary: Kurt had to dress as a girl to win a bet with Mercedes, but meets Puck by accident and now Puck's kinda in love with the girl version of Kurt. And Kurt doesn't really want to let go of Noah Puckerman anytime soon.
Chapter Rating: T
Two
Four months ago
Kurt glanced up from his nails and raked his eyes over the crowd of people in the mall behind his shades. Pulling the thin tube of vanilla flavored lip-gloss out of his bag, he flipped open the hand mirror and glanced at his reflection before carefully applying it. Stowing the tube back into his bag, he tugged on a curl of the dark brown wig he was wearing and adjusted the bangs over his eyes. He was dressed in a tight hugging white top (complete with artificial boobs) under a small shiny leather jacket and there was a scandalously short red skirt wrapped tightly around his pert ass. Oh, and did he forget to mention the pair of thigh-high boots? .
Taking a deep breath and pouting in annoyance, he pulled out his iphone and quickly snapped a picture of himself. He quickly sent it to Mercedes and waited for her to text him, saying he had won the bet. But he never did get to read what she wrote because a heavy arm suddenly wound itself around his shoulders and he was pulled into a firm muscular chest. Kurt froze.
"Hey baby, what's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" the voice, deep and masculine, was oddly familiar and as Kurt turned to see the face of his harasser, he felt his heart leap to his throat
Fuck. It was Puck. The squeaky voice inside his brain did a little fluttery laugh when he thought those words and helpfully pointed out: it rhymes!
Thankfully he was wearing shades and Puck couldn't see the panic in his eyes. A part of Kurt's brain was panicking and doing little high pitched screams, worrying over whether he would be tossed into a nearby dumpster for catching Puck's attention. He glanced discreetly around for a dumpster and sighed mentally when there was none.
"So…what's your name, babe?" Puck made a great show of flexing his rippling muscles as he moved his arm, a flirty smirk on his face.
It took Kurt a few seconds to comprehend the fact that he was not going to be tossed into the dumpster anytime soon, judging by the fact that Puck was feeling him up. He smacked the hand that was slowly plastering itself against his tight red skirt away from his ass and stepped out of the circle of Puck's arms.
He observed Puck and his handful of jock friends in letterman jackets and a sudden thought reached him. Smirking slightly, he realized that this was the best chance at getting revenge for Puck's endless bullying at school. Why not let Puck date him and then dump the dude and laugh in his face? That was like the best idea ever.
He cocked his head to one side, letting a pink tongue ghost over his glossy lips and he watched in amusement as Puck swallowed. Actually all the jocks did. It was truly the most pathetic thing he had ever set eyes upon. Kurt flipped open his handbag and drew out a crimson lipstick. Pulling het cap off, he stepped forward, yanked Puck's letterman jacket open none too gently to reveal the tight white shirt underneath. Then he did a great show of leaning close and writing his cell number (the one he did use at school) in big crimson letters. Putting the cap back on and ignoing the shocked looks from the hairy gorillas behind Puck, he leaned forward, planted a glossy kiss against Puck's surprisingly soft cheek and made a gesture with his hand, whispering 'call me' in his ear as he drew back.
Puck leered. Kurt smirked.
He added an extra sway to his hips as he sashayed out of the mall and down to the car that was waiting outside. Kurt fought off the strong urge to laugh out loud when Puck whistled behind him. There was no doubt Puck would be calling him.
Oh this was just too fun.
To Be Continued.
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