A/N: Flashbacks are in italics

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Chapter 3: Two Days Later

"Noah Puckerman's office, how may I direct your call?" Cynthia answered automatically as she peeked helplessly through the glass door that separated Puck's office from her station.

"Cynth, it's Finn. Where's your boss?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I've been trying to contact him the past two days. The last I heard from him was a text message saying he's taking care of something." Whatever that might mean. Knowing Puck, he was probably off to some place fucking his brains out. Her boss always dealt with problems the same way. Fuck now, solutions later.

Cynthia heard some rustling from Finn's end but she had no time to wonder about it because she was too busy worrying on her boss's whereabouts. And if Puck would not be in the office right this minute, Puckerman Corp was going straight to the dumpsters.

"I was trying to call him but all calls went straight to his voicemail. What the hell is happening?"

"I'll let you know when he's here." Cynthia said impatiently, ignoring Finn's question. She had a good idea why Puck was MIA but she was not in the position to tell Finn. She was so going to kill her boss for bailing out on the company but right now, she's got a meeting to attend to. With a defeated sigh, she hung up on Finn and proceeded to the board room.

***!***

"So she hasn't heard from Puck either." Finn said to Chad who was busy checking his newly acquired tan from his Ibiza trip at Finn's full size mirror. He and Chad were in his room contemplating on their best friend's whereabouts. "Are you even listening to me."

"Stop being such a girl Hudson." Chad said as he shamelessly checked his tanned naked upper body at the mirror, flexing his muscles in the process. "Puck's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

Finn rolled his eyes. "Do you think I didn't know that?"

"Oh crap, the tanning is not even." Chad said completely ignoring him. Finn had the sudden urge to throw Chad from the balcony.

"Chad."

"I think I should go back to Ibiza."

"Chad." Finn repeated. This time in a hard tone.

Chad continued to check his backside. "So definitely going back to Ibiza."

"CHAD! WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME?" Finn shouted and Chad quickly looked at him. Fucking finally. "Aren't you even concern about Puck? What if he accidentally over dosed? You know how he's not in control when he's too high. What if he took too much?"

"What if he's dead?" Chad continued which earned him a smack on the head from Finn. "Fine mother goose. Let's go to the mansion." He said as he rubbed the sore spot at the back of his head.

"I already called Clifford and he said Puck's not home."

Chad chuckled. "And you actually believe that?" Finn looked at him incredulously. "How many times were you tackled with your head first?"

Finn opened his mouth to protest but Chad stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Clifford saying Puck's not home is like a secret code for Puck's having a sex marathon."

"You're right."

"Since when I was wrong?"

***!***

Meanwhile at Puck's mansion…

"Ohgod, ohgod harder. Fuck me harder. Right there, theretherethere. Oh shit."

Your wish is my command. Puck thought with a smirk as he gripped hard on either side of the blonde twink's hips as he thrust hard from behind. This was the life he was used to. Not the life his granddad was trying to shove down his throat.

"Fuck so tight." He said through gritted teeth as he leaned down to bite on the blonde's left shoulder as he reached his orgasm. He also felt the blonde shuddered under him and he knew he'd sent him to heaven. He quickly pulled out and slumped on his bed then took off the condom and threw it on the waste basket.

"Can I use your shower?" The blonde asked.

"Yeah." Puck said as he lit a cigarette. He took a long pull as he wondered how he could leave this lifestyle behind. Kurt Hummel might be a great catch but that was not enough for him to tie down. No. Fucking. Way. But whenever he remembered how his dad begged for him to grant his granddad's wishes, he just could not bring himself to say no to him. His dad also worked hard for the company and his dad trusted him to continue its success and he did not want to waste that trust. He dared not admit it but he valued the corporation more than anything. Well aside from getting his dick sucked. But then, they still had yet one thing to be done, to persuade Kurt Hummel to marry him. Suddenly, a knocking on his door interrupted his inner tirade.

"Young sir, someone's here to see you." The muffled voice of Clifford, his butler, came through the door.

Puck stood up from his bed and opened the door. A tall skinny brown haired guy stood beside Clifford. Puck smirked and gestured for Clifford to go then he pulled the guy inside by his belt loop. The 'wooing of Kurt Hummel' would have to wait.

"Kevin." He shouted. "Time for you to go." Time for my third round. He added mentally.

The blonde sauntered back in Puck's room from the showers still naked. "It's Kenny." The blonde corrected but he was not the least irritated. He then grabbed his clothes from the floor and gave Puck a quick kiss on the lips. "When can we fuck again?"

Puck gave him a devilish smile. "Not a chance." He answered as he opened the door for him and pushed him outside. Then he closed the door with his foot and faced the brown haired guy who was now peeling off his clothes.

"Ready?" Puck asked. The guy nodded and licked his lips in anticipation. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna pass out." He said devilishly as he walked towards his bed in two long strides.

This was how he lived. Puck then decided that he could marry without changing who he was. They could go and fuck themselves if they would try to change him.

***!***

"Welcome to the family Kurt." Grandpa Puckerman said as he hugged him tightly. "Somehow I knew you'll be good for my grandson though I wondered what you saw in him." Grandpa added with a chuckle and Kurt returned the sentiment with an awkward smile.

Kurt sighed loudly. Every time he replayed that scene in his head, he could not bring himself to decide. Grandpa Puckerman's enthusiasm was so overwhelming Kurt thought Grandpa would explode. He had no idea how his simple life turned into a soap opera in a matter of two days. Marrying a total stranger was not his idea of a good time. Well, Noah Puckerman was not that really a stranger, thanks to Google. Kurt found out a lot of things about him just by reading some articles about New York's elite gay bachelor. Sure thing, Noah Puckerman was a hell of a great catch but that was not enough reason to marry him.

"Okay look, I know this is completely crazy but if you won't agree to marry me, grandpa would not let me have the company." Puck said as soon as the lunch was over and Grandpa Puckerman already left for his golf lessons.

"Mr. Puckerman, do you honestly believe that I will just say yes?" Kurt asked incredulously.

Noah Puckerman looked at him like he said something really offensive. "Do you have reasons not to?"

'Oh god, his audacity is vomit inducing.' Kurt thought. "I don't even know you."

Puck smirked. "What's there to know? All you have to know is I'm Noah Puckerman, the sexiest man you could ever hope for and the greatest fuck you will ever have."

If it were possible for his eyes to pop out the sockets, Kurt would definitely go looking for it on the ground. Seriously? Being rich probably didn't teach this guy modesty. He opened his mouth to say something but Puck continued.

"Look, I don't have time for this." Puck said as he pulled out his wallet and took a calling card. "Here's Cynthia's calling card, call her if you want to get through me. I have to go."

Kurt took the calling card and watched Puck's retreating back. Only a day in New York and his life already in the pits.

Kurt snapped out of his stupor when his cell phone rung. He glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number. He ignored it. He had much better things to do. Grabbing his purse from his bedside table, he came to a decision. Time to tell Puckerman his answer to the proposal.

***!***

"Ahh shit." Puck groaned as his eyes rolled back to his head from the fantastic blow job he was currently getting from his fourth or fifth trick, he lost count. He felt a shudder in his lower belly and he knew he was about to come when suddenly, his Blackberry rung loudly. The guy blowing him suddenly looked up. "Did I tell you to stop?" He grabbed the guy's hair and pushed him back to his cock while his other hand grabbed the phone. It was Chad.

"What?" Puck snapped.

"Run out of condom?" Chad's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Chill man, just want to make sure you're still alive." Chad said through the phone. "Finn's worried you died or something."

"Now you know I'm alive, mind if I hung up?" Puck said as he stifled a loud groan. Damn it, the guy was sucking his brains out.

"Sure sure, we'll drop by later kay?" Chad said.

"Whatever." Puck said as he tossed the phone on the bed and focused on the sensations he was currently feeling. Then suddenly, a loud knocking came. "Sweet mother of Jesus, can I have some goddamn privacy here?" He scoffed as he grabbed his boxers hanging on the lampshade and covered his front as he stood up to open the door.

He must have been imagining it because there was no way Kurt Hummel was standing on his doorway.

"Uh, is it a wrong time?" Kurt asked. Puck noticed that Kurt was blushing. Well, of course he looked hot so it was given.

Puck rolled his tongue inside his cheek before answering. "Yeah, I'm kind of in a middle of something." Like having my orgasm which was rudely interrupted twice. He added mentally.

"Well I'm here to give you my answer to the proposal."

Puck scrunched his forehead. "Can we just have this conversation later?" He really couldn't deal with this right now.

Kurt shook his head. "This won't take long."

Fine. Puck dropped his boxers to show Kurt his naked glory so that if he was thinking of saying no, he would have to think twice.

"I..well. I." Kurt stammered and Puck smirked. Kurt was really trying hard not to stare at Puckzilla.

"Well?"

"The answer is no." Kurt said without batting an eyelash. Then without further ado, he turned around and left him standing at his doorway naked.

Puck watched Kurt as he disappeared in the hallway and wondered what the hell happened.

Oh well, time for plan B.