A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC
What I Did For Love
Author's note: this chapter contains boy!kissing and scenes of a sexual nature. *blushes and hides under bed* If you are totally awesome, please continue reading.
***If I owned Glee, I would have never imagined Karofsky would be gay and none of this awesome plot would have happened. That kiss was my number one jaw-dropping moment of 2010. My mouth literally snapped open so hard it hurt my jaw. Then I had to run outside and fangirl in the driveway, screaming "WHAT? WHAT?" repeatedly and flailing my arms for about 10 minutes, before I could regain my composure and finish watching the episode. Ryan Murphy, you rock my world.
CHAPTER 15: IN WHICH THERE IS FINALLY BOY!KISSING AND SUE SYLVESTER GETS HER WAY
Warning: Lolcats, shirtlessness, ulterior motives, Sue Sylvester
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*MCKINLY*
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Kurt arrived at school in the morning, seeing that familiar dark, curly head huddled together with Sam on the steps. Blaine often spent the time before school helping his dyslexic friend with homework.
Blaine must have tuned himself to the sound of Kurt's car; he looked up expectantly, smiling as he laid eyes on the well-dressed countertenor across the school grounds. He held up his phone just as Kurt's ringtone sounded from his pocket.
Kurt opened his phone. Blaine had sent him a picture of a grouchy-looking cat in a garbage can, titled "trashcat is not amused." Kurt giggled; the pair had been sending each other lolcat pictures all weekend. Cheesy, yes, but entertaining.
Kurt looked up again, glaring this time as Blaine waved openly. Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's paranoia and turned back to Sam's homework.
Kurt was focusing on another day of pretending not to know Blaine, and almost didn't notice the dark red envelope that fell out as he opened his locker. Kurt stopped and looked at it suspiciously before scooping it off the ground. He lifted the flap cautiously, half-expecting it to be some trick from the bullies. Nothing exploded in his face, so he gingerly pulled out the 3 pieces of paper. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the first two: a pair of tickets to the show 'Evita' at the Community Playhouse next Saturday.
Kurt unfolded the third piece of paper, there were four words: "I can has date?" and was signed "Blaine." Kurt groaned at the cheesy lolcat reference and shook his head in dismay;
Sam's awkward pickup lines must be contagious... wait. Pickup lines?
Kurt re-read the note.
OMG what does he mean by date? Does he mean an actual date, or just friends hanging out/ "it's a date" type thing like we always do?
Kurt stared at the message with wide eyes, trying to figure out what it meant, barely noticing that his best friend had walked up beside him, smirking.
"What does it say?" she asked. No beating around the bush for Mercedes.
"Huh?" Kurt said intelligently.
Mercedes titled her chin at the envelope in Kurt's hand.
"Wait... did you know about this?"
"I may or may not have revealed your locker combination to a certain suitor."
Kurt glared. "I don't have a suitor."
Mercedes rolled her eyes "For the love of Prada, Kurt, you are both crazy about each other! Any fool can see it. I mean-" she quickly backpedalled as Kurt's eyes grew wide in horror "nobody sees it. Well, except me. And Wes and David. They keep texting me Lion King references."
"Mercedes, he totally doesn't like me."
The diva grabbed Kurt and shook him. "Kurt! He holds your hand, sings to you, texts you, drives to Lima to confront bullies with you, takes you out for meals, and musicals, gets you settled into his school, he listens to your problems, cheers you up when you're sad, respects your paranoid desire to pretend to be strangers at school."
"He knows it's for his own safety."
"Kurt, you two can't keep this up forever when you clearly are into each other... and don't give me that look! Why do you keep denying it?"
Kurt sighed "It's just easier to think he doesn't, in a way... unrequited feelings I'm used to, but the idea of someone loving me back..." Kurt trailed off "I want it so bad but I'm scared, Mercedes." He pressed his cheek into the cool metal locker.
Mercedes linked her arm into his. "It'll work out, Kurt" she smiled gently as she led him away.
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There was no Glee Club after school that day, but Kurt was in the choir room anyway; it had great acoustics and he had a song he needed to get off his chest. Kurt was just plugging his IPod into the speakers when the door opened and a certain dark-haired boy wandered in.
"Hey Kurt."
"Hey Blaine, how was your day?"
"It would have been a lot better if I could talk to you between classes and at lunch." He pouted.
"Death-threats!" Kurt reminded him in an ironic, sing-song voice.
Blaine pursed his lips, determined to find a way around this one day. "What are you doing in here all alone?"
"I was going to sing this song I've been working on; the acoustics are better here than in my basement..."
Blaine stepped forward abruptly and held out his hand to Kurt. The younger boy stared at it. "Dance with me?"
Kurt's stomach leapt as he stared into those hazel eyes.
"It's been a long time since we danced together." Blaine said, grinning "Far too long, in fact."
Kurt blushed. "I- I- I'm supposed to be practicing my song," he stuttered.
We're not in a dark closet, he'll see me blushing. What if I fall over?
"Come on," Blaine grinned adorably. "I know for a fact that you can waltz."
Kurt raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"You had earphones on and didn't think anyone was watching."
Kurt blushed some more.
"What's this song you've been working on?" Blaine asked.
Kurt hesitated before answering. "Iris" he whispered.
A strange expression crossed Blaine's face. "A soul-exposing song," he commented lightly.
Kurt blushed even deeper, if possible. "I'll sing something else," he mumbled.
"Nope!" said Blaine happily, grabbing Kurt's IPod and queuing the song "You can sing Iris. While we waltz; Iris is perfect for waltzing." And without further ado, Blaine pressed play, grabbed Kurt's hand, and brought him close. "Mind if I lead?" he murmured.
Kurt just stared. Blaine took that for a yes, and began to dance. Kurt followed Blaine's lead, still blushing, and concentrating on not tripping over his feet.
"You're supposed to be singing"
Kurt steeled himself and closed his eyes in concentration.
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And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
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Blaine nudged Kurt, and the younger boy dared to open his eyes and look back at him. Blaine smiled.
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And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
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The song faded away, but Blaine didn't let go of Kurt. "Still don't want the world to see you, eh?" he said softly.
Kurt dropped his gaze. "It's not me I'm worried about."
"Kurt, I can't keep doing this;" the older boy pleaded softly "I really like being with you, and I hate seeing you across the room and not being able to come over and talk to you."
"It's for your own saf-"
"I've been fine; people here like me."
"That's because Karofsky has the IQ of a radish and hasn't recognized you." Kurt ran his eyes appreciatively over the wild curls and Buckeyes jacket. "And you hang out with the few nice football players; Sam, Anthony, Mike; they don't think you're gay, they think you're one of them."
"Kurt, everyone knows you're gay, and nothing's happened."
"Puck and Finn have saved me a few times."
"That's the thing! You've got the quarterback, football players and those three Cheerios looking out for you, people don't want to mess with them."
Kurt sighed and shook his head. Blaine decided to change subjects. "Did you get the envelope?"
Kurt couldn't help but smile. "I've never seen Evita live."
"So it's a date?"
"Date?" repeated Kurt before he could stop himself
"Yes. Date." Blaine affirmed determinedly "Official 'date' date. As in, I am asking you out."
Kurt's eyes widened as his mouth fell open a bit.
Oh. Couldn't be clearer than that.
Blaine blindsided him with a charming grin. "So is it a yes or a no?"
Kurt was pretty sure the other boy could hear his heart thudding. "Yes." He squeaked.
Blaine's face lit up with a ridiculously huge smile. "It's a date!" he laughed triumphantly. "See ya tomorrow, Kurt." He all but skipped out the door.
Kurt sank down on the piano bench in a daze.
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A couple days later, Kurt and Mercedes were strutting down the hall, arm in arm, discussing the latest awesomeness of Dolce and Gabbana, as they passed Sue Sylvester's office. Sue opened her door and stuck her head out into the hall. "Porcelain! Aretha!" The fashionable pair stopped and turned. "Get in here!"
Kurt and Mercedes smirked at each other, fixed their hair, and followed the cheerleading coach into her office.
Kurt and Mercedes sat down across from Sue Sylvester who wasted no breath in getting her point across. "Porcelain, Aretha, you two will be providing the lead vocals for my next Cheerios number." She tossed a pair of red and white uniforms at them. "Congratulations; you may now call yourselves Cheerios, a title which many girls would lick a possum carcass for." Kurt wrinkled his nose.
"Speaking of which," the coach steepled her fingers. "has that bully been bothering you?"
Kurt hesitated, Mercedes nudged him. "Well, he says things, but he hasn't laid a hand on me. Yet."
The coach surveyed him imperiously "You should know that my Cheerios are an extension of myself, which means they are the best of the best, and no one picks on the best of the best. Except me." She leaned back in her chair, waving her hand in explanation. "We need to keep our hierarchy in place, cheerleaders are at the top, no one picks on the Cheerios. I'm helping you out."
"I'm gay," said Kurt, by way of indicating that he'd still get picked on.
"Ahh, there's nothing wrong with a couple gay cheerleaders." her eyes flashed to the window as a certain pair of pretty Cheerios passed by, pinkies linked.
"And besides, only one person can tell you if you really are gay:" the coach leaned forward jabbing a thumb at herself, "and that's Sue Sylvester, and she still hasn't made up her mind about you."
Kurt titled his head "Why do you want to help me out?"
"Well, as you know, I grew up with a handi-capable sister; I know what it's like to be ridiculed, but more importantly: your outrageous wardrobe of choice gives me severe eyestrain on a daily basis- if I wanted to see colours like that I would smoke mushrooms," Mercedes glanced down at her techni-colour top. "so I want to see you two wearing only the greatest designer that ever lived."
Kurt's eyes lit up. "Marc Jacobs?"
"Oliver Tolentino?" Mercedes suggested.
"No, Sue Sylvester. I designed those Cheerios uniforms myself." Kurt looked impressed.
"So go put them on. I want you two out on the field tomorrow at 7:00 am sharp."
Kurt and Mercedes left the office, uniforms in hand.
Mercedes turned to her best friend, "Let's give Mr. Shue a heads-up this time."
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Cheerios practice was gruelling, but strangely invigorating. The singers' choreography wasn't nearly as intense as the rest of the squad, but Coach Sylvester expected nothing short of perfection and after one practice, Kurt and Mercedes felt they had fully earned the right to wear their uniforms.
"I'd forgotten what it's like, being a Cheerio." Kurt confided to Quinn and Brittany, who were flanking him as he walked down the hall after practice.
Quinn smiled knowingly. "The uniforms- they're magic; suddenly you belong, you fit in and everyone wants to be you."
Brittany smiled and nodded. Kurt fixed his hair, strutting; he knew his uniform fit him in all the right places and looked damn hot.
"Anyway, I'm glad you joined up again; I wasn't sure if you were going to."
Kurt preened. "Well, it keeps my mind off other things... and I like the challenge." He smirked. "Besides, with Coach Sylvester you don't really have a choice."
Quinn laughed, and Kurt smirked as they turned the corner, and walked right past Blaine. Their eyes met for just one second, but that was all Kurt needed to see the priceless expression on the other boy's face. His smirk grew into a devilish grin as he felt Blaine's eyes follow him down the hall.
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Blaine stood, staring after Kurt, his eyes were practically bulging out of his head and he was unaware that his gum had fallen out of his wide open mouth.
Kurt in a Cheerios uniform. Kurt is a Cheerio. Oh. My. God. Mind blown.
The image of Kurt in that killer uniform ensured that he could not think properly for the rest of the day.
He was pretty sure that Kurt in a Cheerios uniform was the sexiest thing to ever walk the planet.
He felt like Kurt had walked off with his brain as well as his heart.
Dammit boy, you've got to stop kidnapping my vital organs.
The bell rang and Sam came up behind him. "What are you staring at, dude?"
Blaine let out an unintelligible noise.
"C'mon, we're gonna be late for class." Sam grabbed Blaine's arm and dragged him off, still gaping down the hall after Kurt.
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Puck watched out of the corner of his eye as Karofsky dug around in his gym locker, looking confused. "Shit, where'd my towel go?" A few nearby jocks grunted unknowingly. Puck waited for the bully to utter a few choice swear words before looking up innocently. "Here, man I've got an extra." Puck tossed the towel at him. "Nice tackle today."
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Blaine made a point of coming to school very early the next day. He didn't watch the Cheerios practice, but waited in the empty hall for Kurt to appear, yanking him into an alcove and placing both hands on the wall on either side of him so he couldn't escape. Kurt had a knowing grin on his face; he hadn't spoken to Blaine since the older boy had caught sight of him in uniform for the first time.
Blaine leaned in close. "Not. Fair." He growled.
Kurt tried to stop smiling and couldn't. "What?" he said innocently.
"You- you- you have to warn me or something! Walking around in that sexy, sexy uniform..." Blaine shook his head. "You asked for it." He shot Kurt a devious look before disappearing off to find Sam.
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Kurt was eating lunch in the cafeteria with the Cheerios, Mercedes, and Sam, who had come over to flirt with Quinn. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Blaine enter the cafeteria and stop. The dark haired boy scanned the tables and spied Kurt, then he looked at the football table where Mike was waving at him. Blaine smiled, waved back at Mike, and then headed straight towards Kurt and the Cheerios.
Kurt watched him approach with wide, threatening eyes.
No. Don't you dare.
Blaine stared challengingly back at him as he sat down in the empty seat beside Sam, a seat that just happened to be directly across from Kurt.
The blonde boy turned. "Hey Blaine."
"Hey, Sam" Blaine casually stabbed some salad "Did you catch the game last night?"
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As the week progressed, Blaine did everything in his power to break Kurt's rules, eating lunch with the Cheerios, stopping by his locker, and even going so far as to say "Hi Kurt." in front of the entire football team.
"You talking to the lady-boy?" a jock asked.
"Kurt's cool." said Sam calmly, as Puck raised a threatening fist and Finn glared.
"Ok, got it." The jock had been on the wrong side of Puck's fist before and it had sucked.
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"Ok, boys!" Coach Bieste yelled "We've got half an hour of practice left and I'm gonna make a little competition: whichever team runs the obstacle course the fastest with the most passes of the football gets to hit the showers 20 minutes early! Pair up!" she blew her whistle.
"Karofsky!" Puck shouted, tossing him the football.
The bigger jock, caught it, startled, but teamed up with Puck anyway.
Puck grinned at Karofsky "We're gonna win this thing!" he shouted.
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Puck stepped out of the shower, enjoying the usually empty locker room as he made his way over to his locker and pulled out his clothes. Karofsky had showered quickly and had already pulled on his jeans and T-shirt, and laced his sneakers, he was just pulling on his football jacket when Puck decided to make his move.
"Man, that run was dope." The mohawked boy started talking about their win at the competition, pulling on his shorts and shoes, purposefully leaving his t-shirt on the bench as he sauntered over toward the larger boy.
"For sure, man. We kicked their asses."
Puck moved in, slow and calculated, knowing this could go horribly wrong. He leaned against the lockers next to Dave, grinning and lowering his eyelids and they exchanged mundane football drabble.
Puck moved a little closer... he's thought about this;
Slowly... no sudden moves, don't startle him into punching your face off, just keep the sexy flowing.
Puck continued the footwall banter, tossing in some casual compliments for the other boy.
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Dave notices that Puckerman is standing unusually close to him. Other than that everything is normal. Just two dudes talking about football. He begins to feel nervous as Puckerman takes another step into his space, still grinning and talking.
Why is he so close to me?
Karofsky doesn't know what to think about Puck's attention; they haven't been too friendly outside of football.
But this is football, so it's all cool, right?
Dave has forgotten what they are talking about. Another nonchalant step closer. Puck is about a foot away from him, way closer than dudes are supposed to get to each other.
What is he doing? Should I punch him?
That's his default when confused, but one glance at the other jock's naked chest tells Dave that Puck would be put up a tough fight and-
Damn, the boy is fine-Shit! Don't think that! Why is he still coming closer?
Karofsky unconsciously takes a step back and the mohawked boy follows, putting one hand on the lockers behind Dave.
Karofsky is backed against the lockers, taking fast shallow breaths "What are you doing?" his voice is so low it's nearly inaudible. His heart is racing, his mind is spinning.
Why is Puckerman so close? Looking at me like-
Puck smiles seductively and leans in slowly, his lips only inches from Dave's.
Puck can see the baffled dizziness in Dave's eyes; he whispers "What do you want me to do?" and then Puckerman slowly presses his lips against Dave's.
Dave can't move- can't think. All he knows is the room is spinning and Noah Puckerman's lips pressed to his. A boy is kissing him! A boy. A hot, shirtless boy.
Puck's mouth moves gently against his, and then Karofsky is kissing him back. It's slow at first, then Puck's hand slides down and grazes Dave's jaw.
Puck slowly slides his other hand to rest on Karofsky's shoulder;
Easy does it...If he's gonna punch me I'll feel him twitch first.
Puck kisses a little harder and a small moan escapes the other jock and Puck realizes he's not going to get punched at all...
Barely believing what's going down, Puck opens his lips against Dave's and nudges the larger boy's bottom lip with his tongue. Karofsky shudders and then Puck sucks gently on his lip. That does it; Karofsky loses control.
In an instant they are kissing fiercely, passionately, roughly. Hands moving rapidly; through his hair, down Puck's back, over his skin. Oh God. Puck nips his tongue, and Dave makes another small noise somewhere between surprise and lust.
Puck grabs the football jacket in his fists and roughly pulls Karofsky against him. Puck may be buff but Karofsky's bigger, and before Puck knows what happening, Dave spins him around and now Puck is the one pressed against the lockers. Puck's hands rove over the larger boy's chest eliciting a low moan. Puck hastily pulls the jacket off Karofsky's shoulders, too caught up in the moment to notice the locker room door open.
Puck throws the jacket on the ground and grabs Karofsky's face again, both boys are panting heavily, kissing frantically. Puck bites his lip and Karofsky groans, and now they are kissing deeply, slowing the pace; Karofsky has one hand and the back of Puckerman's neck and runs his other down the Jewish boy's torso, lingering on his abs, it feels so good, and he's kissing Puck's mouth again and again and... it's a second before he notices the other boy has stopped moving. He opens his eyes and follows Puck's gaze...
Coach Beiste and the rest of the football team were standing just inside the door way, gaping at the scene they'd walked in on. An eternity passed and nobody moved; the room was frozen and silent with shock.
Karofsky was paralyzed with terror; his brain had shut off.
The team continued to stare in shocked silence. Puck broke the moment, sliding out from under the other boy and sauntering slowly over to the bench where he picked up his T-shirt and pulled it on. He turned and stared challengingly into every set of eyes on the football team, and then, with that smug-as-hell badass smirk on his face, walked right through his statue-like teammates and out the door.
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Author's notes: *warning canon!glee spoilers ahead*
-Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=NdYWuo9OFAw
-Next chapter will probably be the last. Sooo excited for Canon!Glee returning. I think I will write more stories if episodes inspire me. I enjoy imagining what will happen next.
-Please forgive me for switching verb tenses in the locker-room scene; I felt I could express it better that way; it was more in-the-moment, you know?
-I never get tired of lolcats. I want to make a lolkurt of that moment during WIGYA when Kurt is resting his cheek on the mannequin, I would title it "Unamused Kurt is unamused". Or make it into a demotivational poster entitled "The perfect guy- (is always taken)" or something. I need a "keep calm and ship klaine" poster.
-I was looking at my traffic and Wow! You readers are from some awesome places! Norway, Monaco, New Zealand, Italy, Germany, and the UK to name a few! All places I want to visit. I am coming to Ireland in May; Irish gleeks, any advice on things to bring, do, see, ect? (any ways to not embarrass myself?)
-watched the video of the Warblers singing "Bills, Bills,Bills." It was fantastic. I think they're ready for Regionals, too.
-watched the video of Blaine singing "When I Get You Alone." I didn't know whether to groan and facepalm, sing and dance along, hug Kurt, or scream and tear my hair out. I settled for watching it over again 14 times in a row.