A/N: Hello, dear, beloved readers! I am so happy for the reviews I am getting, but I know that there are people who are reading and following this story who aren't reviewing, and it would be nice if those people would post a review every once in a while. Other than that, I have to say that this is the New York AU, and it is pretty different from the episode, in the sense that this has a lot of fluffy, sweet Puckurt moments between the canon events of the episode. Also, I have no idea if Dayton airport in Ohio has direct flights to JFK, so feel free to inform me on that one if you know anything. And I have never even been to New York, even though I want to go so badly, and I have no ideas about restaurants near Times Square, so everyone just feel free to educate me. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
Also, I have a Fanfiction recommendation for you all! I just read the most amazing, cute and fluffy Puckurt Fanfiction called "When you're the best of friends" and it's written by xLessxThanx3x. It's totally worth checking out!
They were standing in a line at the airport, ready to get their passport's checked and then finally step on a plane and go to the city of their dreams. I mean… New York. How could you even resist that? Puck sure as hell couldn't and apparently neither could his boyfriend.
Puck was starting to get nervous now, though. He had a hard time keeping up with who knew and who didn't know that he and Kurt were dating. He'd even had to stop and ask Kurt a few times, only because he knew Kurt knew. And Kurt would roll his eyes saying: "I know, you know, Finn knows, Lauren knows and Santana figured out all by herself."
It was starting to become a long list of people. Kurt had also carefully as ever suggested to Puck that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tell the entire Glee club. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like they would judge or anything.
Puck knew Kurt was right, but he decided the fewer that knew, the better. The worst thing that could happen was that his mother got to know. If she wasn't abusive enough by now, she definitely would be if she found out.
Kurt was content with it, though. The last thing he wanted to do was push. Puck was pretty much the best thing that ever happened to him and he wouldn't let him go for anything in this world.
"I love you, you know that?" Puck muttered in Kurt's ear, making sure no one but Santana were close enough to listen.
He could see the chills that his words caused on Kurt's neck, as his boyfriend just nodded vaguely and mouthed: "I love you too."
Puck resisted the urge to kiss him on that soft spot on his neck, but decided against it. Someone could definitely be looking. Instead he just leaned back a little, asking: "Ready to head off to the city of your dreams?"
He tried to ask in a very casual manner, but knowing how much this meant to his boyfriend, he didn't have the heart to treat it as if it was no big deal.
Kurt turned around, facing him. "Born ready," he grinned.
Puck ruffled his hair a bit, causing Kurt to slap him lightly on the arm. Puck just let out a chuckle. He knew he had been let off easily. If anyone but him tried to ruffle the brunette's hair they would have had much more damage coming for them.
The line finally moved, and a stewardess said in a formal voice that they could now go aboard on the plane from Dayton Airport, Ohio to JFK, New York City. They all got their tickets and passports checked, before they got on the plane. Kurt found a seat immediately, and Puck sat down beside him right away. Kurt gave a light cough, and Puck asked: "What's the matter, princess?"
Kurt would have been offended by that nickname if anyone but Puck called him that. However, when Puck used it, it was nothing short of adorable.
"Wouldn't you sitting beside me here sort of give you away?"
"Chill, babe, people already think we're boyfriends."
"Exactly," Kurt hissed, before pausing, - "Wait, you don't care?"
Puck shrugged, slurring on his words a bit, dragging them on in a sentence: "Nah…," he scratched the back of his head for no particular reason, - "It's not that I don't care, but it's not that much of a deal… I mean… This is the Glee Club and we're heading off to New York." He gave a shrug. "I'm not afraid of the Glee Club finding out. They're the Glee Club."
Kurt looked at him for a second. "Then what are you afraid of?"
Puck bit his lip. "Well, there's the football team, I mean… They call me gay all the time as they do with pretty much all the time with everyone, but if they actually found out you and I were dating, I would take so much crap from them, and then I wouldn't be able to concentrate on getting my football scholarship and get the fuck out of this shithole. With you."
He whispered the last two words. Kurt looked at him, a new sort of emotion shining in his eyes. Puck wanted it to be admiration.
"I'm impressed, Puck," Kurt said, sounding like he hadn't really comprehended what his boyfriend had said just yet, - "Really, I am."
Puck chuckled. "Look, I don't wanna be my father," he said, - "That's just it. I don't wanna be a Lima loser for the rest of my life."
Kurt laid down, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, before realizing that was probably not such a good idea. "You're not a Lima loser," he said, - "And you're most definitely not like your father. You're not a violent caveman."
Puck gave him a small smile. "Thanks," he said, - "It's not just the team and everything, though."
Kurt looked at him questioning. "Go on," he said.
"It's my mom."
Puck looked in front of him now, not meeting Kurt's eyes.
"Oh," Kurt just simply said, - "Is she…?"
"I don't know. She's Jewish, conservative and I can't take more insults from her than what's already coming at me… Look, I know it makes me a wimp, but…"
He finally looked at Kurt. "She's my mom, right? Her opinion of me kind of… matters. Is that lame?"
Kurt shook his head vaguely. "No," he decided, - "No, it's not."
They sat in silence for a while, listening to Brittany and Santana having whispered conversations behind them about what they would do if they found a lesbian bar to go to, and Santana had to hush Brittany down at least ten times because she was speaking too loud about stuff that was way too personal.
"Ever been on a plane before?" Kurt asked Puck, his voice trembling a little with apparent nervousness.
"Haven't you?" Puck asked.
"Answer the question," Kurt commanded.
"Only once," Puck admitted, - "When I was six years old. We were gonna visit a relative of my dad in Detroit."
Kurt nodded. "Is it, like…," he was hesitant, - "Scary?"
Puck frowned a bit before realization hit him. "Having a bit of a plane fright, Kurt?" he asked, poking his sides teasingly.
"Stop it!" Kurt hissed, - "I don't know, alright? How do I know until I've been on a plane?"
Puck laughed. "You know, I bet those belts have never saved one life ever…" He fondled his belt a little.
"Shut up," Kurt said, - "It's not funny. What if we crash?"
"We won't," Puck assured, before laying an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders, - "And besides, if we do, I will catch you."
World's cheesiest phrase ever, even for Kurt. He looked at him with an annoyed expression. "How sweet," he mocked.
"Hey, I try," came Puck's comment.
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Turned out Kurt didn't have a plane fright after all. As soon as the plane eased, he was already by the window, clinging to the small sill, looking down on the cars, farms, houses, trees and buildings that just became further and further out of reach. He let out a small laugh.
"My, this is amazing," he whispered.
Puck gave a chuckle, unbuckled his belt despite the sign strongly recommending he let it stay on, and came up behind his boyfriend, resting his head on his shoulder. Not that he was a big fan of looking out of windows as if the sights were extraordinary. He wasn't that much of a dreamer, but he definitely was a fan of staying close to hot people. Especially Kurt Hummel.
"You're adorable when you're all dreamy and excited like that," he said.
"This is so great," came Kurt's comment.
Puck chuckled and rubbed his back a little. "Glad you think so, princess."
When they had come so far up in the air, they weren't seeing anything but clouds, they both sat back in their seats, and Kurt realized he no longer needed the belt. He unbuckled it and got comfortable in his seat.
"Havin' a good time, y'all?" came Artie's voice from the seats beside him. He was contently seated beside Quinn, who was looking out the window. She hadn't spoken to anyone during the trip, probably still mad at Finn.
"Yeah, why?" Puck asked, a somewhat annoyed tone resting in his voice.
"Nah, nothing," Artie said, still having a mischievous grin on his features.
Kurt laughed a little. "He knows," he whispered, - "And he isn't afraid of calling you out on it."
Puck shook his head in disbelief. "Sly, young Jedi in a wheelchair."
Kurt didn't even bother asking what Puck meant by that. Then he would just have to cope with a load of crap about how Star Wars was the real reason why the Cold War ended or something. He just gave a chuckle, and tucked himself in, still trying to get comfortable in the seat.
It was seven in the morning and he hadn't slept all night. He was tired and wanted most of all to rest his head on the shoulder of the gorgeously handsome boy beside him, but he decided against it.
Puck also wanted to just tuck the smaller boy in and let him sleep in his lap, but it was too risky. Even though it was only the Glee Club there.
So they both stayed awake.
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They were in the hotel lobby, about to check in, as Puck and Kurt were seated in a bar. "Are you seriously gonna buy a Manhattan?" Kurt asked his boyfriend, as if he had gone insane, - "You're not even eighteen yet."
"So? I look older," Puck commented.
Kurt couldn't argue. He knew very well that he was blessed with the hottest guy in Ohio, maybe in all of America, and Puck knew that as well as he did. So instead of boosting his boyfriend's ego more than what was necessary, the smaller boy just huffed and watched as Puck, unsuccessfully, tried to order a Manhattan:
"I'd like a Manhattan for me and my boy here," he told the waitress wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders in a protective gesture. Kurt could only roll his eyes. This would go over so much better if Puck didn't drag him into this. Besides, he'd never said he wanted any. Truth was he had never had a drink in his life, but he wasn't about to tell Puck that. It was personal; he didn't like losing control. Just this thing about keeping control was very important to him. He didn't want his boyfriend to think he was lamer than he already knew he was.
Puck eyed the waitress up and down, obviously finding her hot, but her eyes only flickered between the two of them. "Do you even know what's in a Manhattan?" she asked, obviously, to both of them.
"Yeah," Puck answered, full on badass-persona, - "Me. For the first time."
Kurt had to roll his eyes again, but this time a small smile was resting on his lips. He was glad his boyfriend was having one hell of a time already. He didn't, however, know why his boyfriend was trying to get a drink at noon, seeing as he wasn't alcoholic.
The hilarity was interrupted by Will Schuester who approached them. "Puck, get off the bar counter!" he commanded, in a friendly manner, mind you.
Puck shrugged his arm casually from Kurt's shoulder as they both got off the chairs. The waitress gave Mr. Schue a knowing look, and he knew what it meant. He looked somewhat annoyed but very little surprised. He didn't make a comment on anything, though.
"I already informed the entire Glee Club, and now I'm about to inform you, that you will be split up after sexual orientation, not boys and girls. How you feel about that Kurt?"
Kurt had mixed emotions when it came to that news. He knew he should be thrilled because splitting up so he could be with the girls was usually his favorite part of any day, but he also liked the thought of glaring at his boyfriend's muscles all day. Screw it, these were mostly great news.
"Great," he smiled, - "I'm all for it."
Mr. Schuester clapped his hands together, looking satisfied with his decision, which wasn't at all influenced by the receptionist. Puck was apparently not down with the situation. As soon as Mr. Schue had turned his back on them, Puck leaned in and muttered in Kurt's ear: "Am I gonna come out to him now or later? Seriously, I'll trade places with Santana any time!"
Kurt laughed. "Calm down," he said, stroking his boyfriend's arm, - "We'll have plenty of time together here anyway."
Puck scoffed under his breath. "I hope you're right," he commented.
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They were walking the streets of New York. The New Directions, a Glee Club from Lima, Ohio was no running down the streets of New York, visiting all the most famous places that were to find in the city. And they managed sticking together without fighting too much.
After Mr. Schue having called in for an emergency meeting, saying that they would have to stay inside and write songs, and Brittany had come up with a wonderful song that would just be amazing to perform as a group at Nationals, in a complete serious manner, called "My Cup", everyone realized they needed to find the inspiration from the city, and let the city write the songs for them.
When their feet were sore, which didn't happen before at six pm, and their stomachs craving, they decided to find the closest pizza restaurant and grab some. They were seated around a big table that they had made up of several smaller tables.
"This is so great," Kurt said, - "Very La vie Boheme."
"What?" Puck asked.
"It's from Rent, Puckerman," Kurt said.
"Oh," Puck said, remembering having watched the movie with Rachel once, - "So that means you're gonna dance on the table, toasting to dildos, then?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at his boyfriend. "And why did I have to be either the transvestite or the stripper?"
"Because you're sexy as hell?" Puck pointed out, a little more quietly, but not quiet enough for the half of the club not to hear it.
"Look at them," Mercedes whispered to Brittany, - "You have to be blind not to see it."
"See what?" Brittany asked, and Mercedes realized that maybe she had picked the wrong person to share this 'secret' with. She rolled her eyes. "I'll explain later," she said, turning to Quinn to share the same secret with her, but she quickly changed her mind, seeing as Quinn might or might not still have feelings for Puck.
So she just sat there in silence, watching as Puck and Kurt was blatantly flirting in front of everybody's eyes. Were they all too oblivious to see it? She shook her head, contemplating whether or not to ask Kurt about it. She decided against it. She would give them all the time they needed to figure things out on their own.
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The day after, Puck had magically managed to convince Finn into taking Rachel out on a date in the afternoon, and he was at the boys' hotel room with Sam, Mike and Artie, watching old Tom & Jerry cartoons on TV, seeing as that was the only thing that was worth watching.
"I want an explanation here, Puck," Artie said, as Tom lit a bomb, placed it in Jerry's mouse hole, only to find the mouse running out, and having himself explode instead.
"Explanation for what, Rollin' Robin?" Puck asked casually, as he was still obsessively devoted to the cartoon. He had grabbed a double-sized bag of peanuts which he was devouring greedily. He didn't notice that Artie's voice didn't carry his usual ghetto-tone, meaning he was serious.
"For what's really going on between you and Kurt," Artie said firmly.
Puck tensed slightly, but he quickly relaxed. It was the first time he had been called out on his relationship with Kurt by a guy… That wasn't Finn. No big deal or anything, right? He was Puckasaurus for Christ's sake, he could cope with this. He wasn't intimidated by the kid in the wheelchair. That was just low.
He got more comfortable on the bed, lowered the volume on the TV, and turned to face Artie. "You think I'm gay or something?" he asked, giving a hand gesture for Artie to go on.
"The deal isn't that we think you're gay, dude," Sam explained. Damn, was he in on this as well? Was he that obvious?
"Then what is it?" Puck asked, - "Spit it!"
"You're not one thing more than the other. You find hot hot, and that is that. Not labeled."
Puck had to roll his eyes. "You seem to know very well what you're talking about, Evans," he commented, not responding to the boys' questions.
"Seriously," Mike said, - "No judgment here. We won't even tell anyone."
Puck huffed them off. "Right," he muttered.
"Dude," Sam said, - "I get it. Even I can admit that Kurt isn't so bad, for a guy, I mean."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm aware," he said.
"The sooner you realize this, the better," Artie said, - "Just saying."
He was about to roll away, where to Puck had no idea, before Puck stopped him in his tracks: "OK, I'll play," he said, turning the TV off completely, - "What do you wanna know?"
All three boys looked quite pleased with themselves. "Are you dating?" Artie asked.
"Since I joined the celibacy club," Puck answered immediately, wanting to move on to the next question as soon as anything. He didn't want to answer to inside-questions about where, when and how it happened that the two of them got together. He wasn't going to spill Kurt's secret. That was Kurt's call. Puck knew he needed that control.
The guys just laughed at the celibacy club of it all. "That's why?" Mike asked, - "Seriously? You joined because you were in love with Kurt? You're whipped, man."
"Yeah, like you don't listen to everything Tina says all the time," Puck scoffed, earning an insulted glare from Mike.
"Interesting," Artie said, looking like he was thinking about something. Puck didn't want to know what but he didn't need to wonder for long either. Artie spilt it immediately: "Have you had sex yet?"
Puck fell back on the mattress. He had two options: 1. He could lie, which he was horrible at, and say that he had tapped him on several occasions, and save himself from all the questions, or 2. He could say 'no' and endure the questions he had coming at him if he did.
So he did it. He lied: "Yeah," he said immediately, the lie evident in his voice, - "We've done it a couple of times now."
"Good thing Puckzilla still has it in him," Sam said, mocking Puck's way of pronouncing his nickname.
"Yeah," Puck said, - "Good thing."
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Puck received a text at 10 pm in the evening. He was still in the room, writing down the song they had come up with today, "Light up The World" on his computer, determined to send it do Mr. Schue when he was finished. Sam had gone out to take some fresh air, Finn had gone to sleep after his date with Rachel, Mike was still watching Tom & Jerry and Artie had plugged out for the day, and was now seated on his bed with his headphones in, listening to Kanye West.
The name 'Kurt' was clear on his screen as Puck checked his phone. He grinned and opened the message:
"Have I missed something, cause I didn't know we've done it several times. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Fuck," Puck muttered under his breath, but not loud enough for Mike to hear him. He could practically hear the bitter sarcasm in his boyfriend's voice as he read the message. Why couldn't he ever do anything without fucking up people's lives?
Contemplating how to put his words, he simply wrote back:
"Look, I can explain."
Kurt's answer came immediately: "And you will. Meet me in the lobby in five."
That was one of the things he loved and hated the most about his boyfriend: Everything was supposed to happen face-to-face, fair and square.
Puck replied: "I'll be there. Sorry."
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"If having the ability of bragging about sleeping with me was so important to you, you could just tell me," Kurt said, as they were seated by a table in the empty bar of the hotel lobby.
"It isn't, Kurt," Puck said, - "It really isn't. I didn't say it to brag about anything, they just…"
"Just what?" Kurt prompted.
"Forced the truth out of me. First they asked if we were dating and I told them we were. Then they asked if we'd had sex, and I'm a terrible liar, Kurt!"
Puck's voice was frustrated. "I know," Kurt mouthed, but he still looked pissed off, - "I know, but I just can't handle myself with those questions…"
He shook his head. "I met Sam in the hotel hallway and he congratulated me on having slept with you, and I just… Well, all I could do was play along. And you know how I am with those questions and you should have known there would be questions…"
He was rambling and Puck put his hands in his, praying he wouldn't pull back. He didn't. "I know, Kurt," Puck said, - "And I am sorry, but please here me out here. I know I should've thought about the questions you would be facing. But if I had told them that we haven't done it, they would start asking why, and then I would just spill the truth because I'm an idiot who can't lie. So there. I'm sorry I'm a selfish bastard who only cares about the difficulties I will have to handle, but if I had told them the truth it would be even more difficult for you than it already is. There."
He had said it all in one breath, and he was now exhausted. Kurt was looking at him for a long time, but then he nodded, and allowed his hands to caress his.
"I'm sorry," he said simply, - "I know you're right. I'm so sorry."
Puck shook his head, feeling quite relieved. "Don't mention it," he said.
"I'm so stupid," Kurt said, - "I wasn't thinking. Of course it would've gone over worse if… God, I'm so stupid, I can't even handle a couple of questions!"
Puck chuckled. "Hey, it's OK," he said.
Kurt sighed. "It's just not easy for me, all this," he admitted, and Puck knew it took a lot of courage of the boy to actually say those words out loud, - "It's hard. I can't deal with questions that have to do with sex unless it's from you…"
Puck brought his boyfriend's hand to his mouth and kissed it softly. "Of course it's not easy," he said, - "You're doing a great job coping with everything that happened to you."
"I'm proud of you, Puck," Kurt said, - "For letting out your secret so easily. Can't have been easy."
"Thanks," Puck said, grinning a little, - "It wasn't that bad, really. They figured I just find hot hot and sexy sexy without gender mattering so much."
Kurt smiled a little. He took a deep breath, before saying: "I hope you're being honest with me about the sex thing, though," he said, - "I hope you will talk to me whenever you feel like having sex… I won't stop you."
"What does that mean?" Puck prompted, - "Kurt, I'm not gonna force you into anything or push you. I'm not that guy!" He almost sounded offended, but Kurt calmed him down.
"I know you're not," he said, - "But if you want to have sex with…" His voice started to tremble, - "Someone else, because I can't give it to you… Then I want you to feel free to do it."
A tear ran down his cheek, but he wiped it away angrily. Puck took his face in his hands, and an emotion between sadness and anger appeared on his features: "Don't ever say that, Kurt," he said, - "I might be a sex shark and everything, but you are the one, Kurt." He caressed his face a little. "You are the one that I love. Unconditionally. I'd jump off a cliff before I hurt you. In any way."
He grabbed his hands again. "I know this is hard for you," he said, - "But I won't let you go before you have gotten through this. I don't love the thought of having sex with you. I love everything about you. And I don't want to have sex with anyone but you. Not in a million years."
Kurt gave him a soft smile. "Promise me you mean that," he said.
Puck couldn't handle this anymore. He rose up, brought Kurt up with him and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "I promise," he said.
Kurt leaned into his chest, and Puck could feel him shake just a little. It was apparent he was crying. "I hope those are happy tears," Puck said, meaning it to become a joke, but his concern was evident.
Kurt nodded, and wiped angrily at his tears. "Don't leave me," he whispered.
"Never," Puck promised.
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The day after was pretty much a chaotic day. Kurt and Puck had gone over to the boys' room and fallen asleep there. Kurt didn't even have the energy to go back to the girls' room, not really bothering if they started worrying. When he and Puck had reached their hotel room, all the guys were contently asleep in their beds either way, so Puck offered Kurt a spot on his bed and tucked him in under the covers with him. They didn't even bother getting dressed for bed, even though Artie had some moist towelettes just so Kurt could at least get parts of his moisturizing routine done before bed.
As they had been lying contently on Puck's bed, he had asked Kurt: "Want me to make up for it tomorrow? Tell them that we haven't done it. I'll make something up. Anything."
Kurt had shaken his head briefly. "No, it's OK. It's better this way."
Then he had snuggled closer to his boyfriend, having him spooning him. They woke up in the same position the next morning.
"Since when are you out?" Finn asked Puck as soon as he opened his eyes.
"What?" Puck muttered. He was getting tired of being woken up by Finn in the mornings when he was snuggling with Kurt.
"You. Your sexuality. Since when are you out of the closet. Sam, Mike and Artie all act like this is all natural."
He was obviously referring to the cuddling boys on the bed beside him. "First of all, Hudson," Puck said, giving his best friend a glare, - "Will you quiet down? Kurt's still asleep."
He stroked Kurt's hair almost unconsciously. "Yeah, why is he here anyway?" Finn asked.
"He and I had an argument yesterday, but we're all good now."
Finn's first instinct was to ask Puck what the hell he had done, but he decided against it. "Yeah, I can see that," he said.
"To answer your other question," Puck said, as diplomatic as possible for him, - "There's no out or in here, and there really is no sexuality. I love who I love. No labels."
Finn just shrugged at that, realizing it wasn't his place to start arguing. "Do they know?" he asked, making a hand gesture in Kurt's direction and staring at Puck with a glare so serious it could only mean one thing.
"No," Puck shook his head, - "And they're not going to either."
Finn nodded. "Cool," he said, - "Or… It's better that way, you know."
Puck nodded. "Yeah, it is." He paused for a second. "Where's everybody anyway?"
"Went out to buy some snacks. They will be back any minute. They all fell asleep pretty early yesterday… I'm only awake because they woke me up, but you two are such heavy-sleepers."
Puck grinned before he felt his boyfriend twisting in his arms. "Good morning sunshine," he muttered, as he pressed a light kiss to his cheek.
A sweet smile settled on Kurt's features as he let out a slight yawn. "Morning," he muttered, his voice a much lower key than usual. His eyes widened instantly.
"Rachel!" he nearly yelled, as he got up.
"Dude, what the hell?" Finn asked, not really sure how to otherwise put his words, - "Like… First of all, she's mind, and as far as I'm concerned, you have a boyfriend."
Puck nodded eagerly, obviously agreeing completely with Finn. Kurt didn't even have time for their humor. "Breakfast at Tiffany's," was his only explanation, before he ran over to the girls' room.
"So…," a very confused Puck said, as he stretched a bit, - "How did your date with Rachel go?"
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The rest of the day was complete chaos: Quinn being all hysterical over the breakup with Finn, Santana and Brittany seeming more in love with each other every second, and contemplations whether or not Mr. Schue would still be considering Broadway before them.
When the clock had reached 9 pm, however, Puck decided to really pull off his gentleman persona for a change. No, you didn't read wrong. He actually had one. He was in New York now for Christ's sake. The city of love. So therefore he picked up his phone and gave Kurt a message:
"Meet me in the lobby in half an hour. Dress up. I wanna see that perfect lil body of urs in a suit. Love u."
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Kurt did as he was told. By nine-thirty he was in the lobby, in a suit, just like Puck had offered. Kurt was slightly curious to what his boyfriend had in mind.
Puck hadn't showed up yet, so Kurt decided to go and sit down on the couch, but as soon as he was about to, he heard a familiar, sexily rough voice behind him: "Looking hot tonight, princess."
Kurt turned around, only to find his boyfriend, also in a suit. He had no tie, and his shirt was buttoned down slightly, revealing some of his chest. Kurt could only lick his lips. How had he been blessed with someone so sexy? What the hell did he do to deserve that?
"Wow…," he said, - "You… You're…"
He couldn't say more, before Puck, almost over-dramatically, walked up to him and pulled him in for a passionate, long lasting kiss, which Kurt quickly responded to.
"I know, right?" he asked, giving his boyfriend a wink.
They walked outside, and Puck immediately hailed a cab. "After you," he said, as Kurt got into the cab before him.
"Take us to Times Square," Puck said, a little too rudely for it to match his gentleman persona, but Kurt just loved how relaxed and laid-back and simply Puck he was, even dressed in a suit.
They drove through the city, watching all the ginormous, outstanding skyscrapers and the city-lights beside them. Kurt reached for Puck's hand and squeezed it and Puck let out a soft sigh. So this was what love felt like, huh? While Kurt was busy regarding all of the lovely, passive adventures New York had to offer, Puck only had eyes for him. Even in the dark of the cab he could see how his boyfriend's eyes were shining, and sense how restless and excited he was.
As he regarded him, it suddenly dawned on him how lucky he was. He had gotten to know this wonderful human being beside him, this beautiful, amazing creature. He knew him like no one else did, and he was now holding his hand. He had this lovely mixture of innocence and maturity to him that Puck found both adorable and sexy at the same time. And to top it all off he was the most caring and selfless person he had ever met.
"What are you thinking about?" Kurt's voice brought through his thoughts.
He squeezed his hand and looked him in the eyes. "I'm thinking about how lucky I am."
Kurt just sat there for a couple of minutes, staring at him, before he lay down contently, resting his head on Puck's shoulder. They sat like that until they reached Times Square.
Puck pulled up his wallet, and Kurt did the same thing. The mohawked boy laid his hand gently on his boyfriend's. "Hey," he said, - "It's on me."
Kurt smiled contently, not wanting to argue. He knew very well that his own economy was better than Puck's. His family had very little money and his pool-cleaning business wasn't that much brag about. Still, he found it incredibly sweet that Puck wanted to do this for him, and he knew that arguing would do no good anyway.
They got out of the cab and Kurt was immediately distracted by all the stunning city lights that were around them.
"Like it?" Puck asked, as if he had created it all.
"I can't believe this," Kurt said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Puck let out a laugh, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "Come on now, let's grab something to eat."
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They were seated in a restaurant that was supposed to be fancy, but if you took a look at the less than perfect quality of the china and table clothes, plus the pretty low prizes you would see that it wasn't as fancy as it appeared to be. Kurt noticed the thing about the china and table clothes of course. Puck was busier with the prizes. He was paying after all.
They decided what they wanted to order, and Puck just looked at Kurt. "You look beautiful tonight," he said.
Kurt locked eyes with him and smiled. "So do you," he said. Puck grinned. Of course he did. He was Puckzilla for god's sake. Still, he valued Kurt's opinion more than the ones of the cheerleader or cougars he'd had before him.
They sat there for a while, talking about how they thought Nationals would turn out, and whether or not Mr. Schuester was choosing Broadway over them after all. It was a very casual date despite the circumstances.
As they were devouring their spaghettis, Kurt suddenly looked at Puck. "We kind of resemble The Lady and The Tramp, don't you think?"
Puck grinned. "I guess… Except for the lady part," he said, - "Look, coach Sylvester might call you 'lady' every once in a while, but I happen to love those male tendencies that you have, if that makes sense."
Kurt giggled a little, and Puck found it so adorable. "Thanks Puck," he smiled, - "But other than that, we are The Lady and The Tramp."
"Totally," Puck agreed.
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It was nearly midnight when the couple entered their respective hotel rooms, meaning Kurt went back to his own bed tonight.
He knocked on the door carefully, only to be met by Rachel's strict facial expression as well as the faces of all the other Glee girls. Only Santana and Lauren looked pretty laid-back.
"Now, spit it, white boy!" Mercedes prompted.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, the power of the estrogen," he sighed, - "Tell me what you want to know."
"They wanna know about you and Puck," Lauren explained, while she lay down on the bed, devouring a bag of chips.
"You could have just told us you were going out," Tina said.
Kurt gave a small sigh and walked over to his bed. "Fine," he said, - "We're dating. What more do you want to know?"
"Is he as much of an asshole to you as he was to me?" Quinn asked, not able to help herself, and if Kurt should let his brain conclude instead of his heart, he understood her intentions.
"No," he answered firmly, - "No, he's not."
"Obviously," Mercedes commented, - "You wouldn't be wearing a suit now if he was."
Kurt had to laugh a little at this. "Not to question your judgments, Kurt," Rachel said, - "But have you thought this through? Just hear me out… I am happy for you, I really am, but… Noah? Why him?"
Kurt lay down on his bed, almost defeated. "It's complicated, I can't explain it."
"Obviously," Quinn said, - "There really isn't any explanation. Kurt, I've dated Puck, and he's not good for you. I mean… I know what he's like. How can you be sure he's not playing you…?"
Before she managed to continue, Kurt interrupted: "It's been more than two months now."
The girls' jaws fell, and Santana lent out her hand in a 'go figure'-gesture.
"Two months?" Quinn asked, but she got back in the game quickly, - "But how do you still know he's not just using you for…?"
"We haven't had sex yet," Kurt commented, and all the girls now looked at him as if they were watching the moon landing for the first time. Even Santana and Lauren looked shell-shocked now.
"What the…?" Santana said, - "Kurt, he's hot! And even I have to admit he's worth it. Why haven't you done the deed?"
"It doesn't matter," Kurt said, - "I'm not ready. He respects it. End of story."
Everyone was dumbfounded, except for Brittany: "You'd make very cute babies," she said, and Kurt just gave her a skeptical look.
"Totally," she continued, - "Everyone knows that baby penguins and people with squirrels on their heads make the cutest babies."
Kurt looked at her, now it was his turn to become dumbfounded. Still, he was happy she shut the girls up so he could get a good night's sleep.
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By noon the next day, when the girls had seated down in the boys' room, desperately trying and failing to pretend like they didn't care that Puck and Kurt were dating. Their mission was to practice the new songs they had been writing. Mr. Schuester hadn't even heard them yet, but he had also been too busy chatting with Dustin Goolsby and hanging out with April. They could just hope for his approval.
Just as Rachel and Finn were gonna start belting out the lines of the 'Pretending' chorus, the door knocked. Expecting Mr. Schuester, Tina went to over. They were all surprised to see the coach of Vocal Adrenaline himself, Dustin Goolsby, standing there.
"So this is where the hideously talentless New Directions is hiding," he muttered.
"What do you want, Goolsby?" Rachel asked. She hardly ever thought to adults so rudely, but in her opinion, Goolsby wasn't more authorial than a toddler.
"I wanted to tell you," Goolsby said, as he took one step inside their hotel room without permission.
"What comfy housewife told you to come in?" Santana commented.
Goolsby didn't answer her. "I wanted to tell you," he said again, - "That I have been confirmed that your coach… What was his name? The one with macaroni hair…? Anyway… Him. He will not coach your little Glee Club anymore. He's joining his little country-girl on Broadway. Nothing you can do about it."
He took a step out the door and gave a Kanye-shrug. "Sorry," he mocked. And then he was gone.
The group was left, defeated looks resting on all their faces. It was evident there would be no more practicing before Mr. Schuester came back.
PKPKPK
Mr. Schuester did come back. A couple of hours later, he approached the boys' hotel room and it didn't take long until he realized the kids had already gotten the news broken to them. While the kids acted like they were happy for him and everything, he knew better.
With no further thought, he said: "I'm not going."
Although the resistance from the students was evident at first, they quickly knew that he was serious. He wasn't going. He was gonna stay with them forever. Puck was the first one to walk up to the teacher and wrap his arms around him, squeezing both his arms in the process, and it eventually ended in a big group hug.
PKPK
They were standing backstage at Nationals, having already watched a bunch of show choirs that were incredibly much better than them. Puck came up behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his waist. He nibbled slightly on his neck. "Think we have a shot at this?" he asked.
Kurt laughed, and Puck could feel the hollow sound it made in his throat as he did so. "Not if you only suck my neck down your throat, we won't. You should use it for singing instead."
He could feel Puck grinning against his neck. "Nah, this is more fun," he said.
"Hey! You two!" came Artie's voice beside them, and Puck cursed Artie's existence at that moment. Why the hell did he have the right to barge in here and ruin his precious moment? He felt like kicking over his chair for pure fun for just a second, but then he realized that kicking over chairs was Finn's style, not his. Besides, him kicking over a wheelchair wouldn't exactly do wonders for his relationship.
"It's starting," Artie informed them, and they all found their places.
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"We didn't place."
Mr. Schuester's voice rang through the heads of the teenagers, - "I'm so sorry guys."
They just stood there, watching the list for a few moments. Quinn was the first one to walk away. She didn't seem that faced by it, to be honest. She just gave a light shrug and walked out. "That's it then," she commented.
After followed Artie, rolling away slowly, and Rachel apparently figured he needed someone to support his wheelchair just in case. Seriously, rolling around the streets of New York in a wheelchair? Couldn't be safe.
Tina went after them, a few tears rolling down her cheeks, and Jesse decided to run after Rachel and Artie. "It was all about the kiss," he commented, - "Seriously Rachel. If you hadn't kissed him this wouldn't happen. Then you would have had everything you could ever wish for right now."
Puck guessed he continued rambling on and on about that, but his voice became more inaudible the further away he got. Puck wasn't exactly displeased by that.
"Catch you later guys," Finn said as he turned to walk after Jesse, Artie and Rachel, yelling at Jesse about this not being Rachel's fault. Puck knew that would only cause Jesse to lash out at Finn instead, but he also knew Finn was too upset to care.
He looked down on his boyfriend. "You OK?" he asked.
Kurt gave a light shrug. "I'm hungry," he said, giving a slight smile.
Puck rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's shoulder and led him outside.
"You know, we have time for McDonalds before we pack our bags," Puck suggested.
Kurt, still not a big fan of junk-food, decided in favor of it. "Yeah, we can do that," he said. They walked in silence until they found the nearest McDonalds.
"Let me pay today, Puck," Kurt offered.
Puck shrugged. "Cool."
Puck ordered a big mac and French fries. They shared a big Fanta, and Kurt had a chicken salsa.
"That's all you're gonna eat?" Puck asked, looking a little puzzled.
Kurt had to laugh at his boyfriend's confusion. "I try to stay away from junk-food," he explained.
"Don't," Puck said, now having his mouth full of burger, - "It's tasty."
He said the word 'tasty' in his usually low-and-sexy voice, but with all that food stuffed into his face it didn't came out equally as sexy. Kurt sat back in his chair and laughed.
"Oh my god, you're disgusting," he laughed.
"You love me," came Puck's comment.
Kurt looked down at his hands and then he looked up again. "That's right. I do," he said, a new sense of seriousness appearing on his features.
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The plane was about to take off. The atmosphere was even more monotone than it was when they were on their way, and that was really saying something, because now it was 4 pm, and they'd all had a good night's sleep.
Puck and Kurt were seated beside each other, hands linked, and Kurt could finally rest his head on Puck's shoulder without it causing any drama. "I'm still very proud of you for taking on all of this so easily," Kurt whispered to Puck, - "I really love you, you know."
Puck tucked Kurt closer, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, baby," he said, realizing he hadn't really said those three words many times in his life before he got together with Kurt.
Sam and Mercedes were seated in front of them. Sam had apparently fell asleep in her lap, because they couldn't see the top of his head and they heard his soft snoring.
Puck and Kurt gave each other a knowing glare. "And she had the nerve to give us skeptical looks," Puck commented.
Kurt let out a chuckle. "Looks like we have a new thing going," he said.
Puck was silent for a moment before asking: "Aren't you upset about Nationals?"
Kurt shrugged. "Honestly, yes, a little," he said, - "But it's not the end of the world. I will still get out of Lima."
Puck smiled. "I know you will."
"As will you!" Kurt commanded immediately, - "Seriously. You will."
Puck let out a defeated sigh. "I have my mom," he said simply, - "And my sister. I have to take care of them…"
Now it was Kurt's turn to be silent for a few moments, before he brought Puck's hand to his lips. "You are the most selfless person I've ever met actually. Did you know that?"
Puck rubbed the boy's arm comfortingly, before wiping swiftly under his eye. He wasn't crying. No way was he crying. But Kurt was pretty much the greatest boyfriend you could ever ask for.
A/N: OK, that was the 11th chapter, and I was just wondering: Should I make a summer-chapter, revolving around Puck and Kurt? I think that could be a good idea. It's your call. Should I or shouldn't I?