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Chapter 5: What Puck Wants, Puck Gets
He was not a violent person. Often times, he let his brain think instead of his fist because he believed that violence wouldn't solve anything. But sometimes, there would be exceptions. Just like right now. That morning when he found out that his account was frozen, he was beyond angered. He didn't do anything wrong to deserve that kind of treatment. He couldn't believe that Noah Puckerman could be so evil. First the termination of his lease then his account was frozen. He knew that Noah Puckerman was playing dirty. He knew that he was making him suffer so that if he couldn't take it anymore, he would come running to his arms and agree to marry him.
Well, that bastard would get the biggest disappointment of his life.
"Excuse me sir. What can I do for you?" Puck's butler politely greeted him at the front door of the mansion. He must have bypassed this butler when he came in the mansion three days ago when he told Puck his decision. Kurt almost lost his confidence. Noah Puckerman was really one huge filthy rich bastard judging from the butler in front of him. He knew that butlers were only for rich people. Rich people like Noah Puckerman who was set on making his life a living hell. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat before speaking.
"I came to see Noah Puckerman." He said in what he thought a confident tone. The butler looked at him with measuring gaze and he instantly felt uncomfortable.
"Mr. Puckerman is rather busy tonight." The butler said in that polite tone again. Kurt thought that Puck must have been paying his butler really good because if it were for him, he would have jumped off the bridge instead of working under that obnoxious bastard. "Are you from Jupiter's?"
Kurt's mouth dropped open. He'd heard about Jupiter's. It was one of New York's elite gay clubs. Jupiter's was famous for its Twinkies and he was not talking about the candy. Twinkies was a group of young gays who regularly performed at the club. It was rumored that aside from performing, they also offered a special kind of service. The butler must have thought that he was one of Jupiter's Twinkies. Oh god.
"Uh no no. I'm Kurt Hummel and I'm one of his employees. I just need to talk him. It's very important." He explained rather quickly and the butler smiled at him knowingly. He knew that the butler didn't believe a squat of what he just said.
"Mr. Puckerman thoroughly enjoys role playing and so far, you're acting is really good." The butler said matter-of-factly followed by a huge smile.
Oh god. This was embarrassing. That was too much information he could handle. But he was not the type who gave up that easy. "No, I'm not acting. I'm really one of his employees. Look.." He quickly opened his purse and fished out his company ID and shoved it under the butler's nose."..here's my ID."
For a second, the butler looked like he believed him then his face split in a wide grin. "I wondered how much Mr. Puckerman paid you." He said in an amused tone. "You even came with props."
Kurt resisted the urge to slap his forehead in exasperation. If he was not angry with Puck right now, he would really love to laugh at the hilarity of the situation he was currently into. "Okay, so can I see him now?" He asked. The sooner he played along, the sooner he could get to Puck.
The butler nodded and gave him the directions to Puck's room. He quickly excused himself and navigated the mansion towards the room. He was surprised to see it open so he took the liberty to step in. He didn't care if Puck would accuse him of breaking and entering or whatever his nut job brain could think of. Noah Puckerman owed him that much. He made a quick scan of the room and was hugely relieved that he didn't see Puck in a promiscuous situation like the last time. In fact, Puck wasn't even the room. So where is the bastard?
"Feeling at home already?" Someone said from behind and Kurt almost jumped a foot. He turned around so fast he was sure he gave himself a whiplash. It was Puck, standing a foot from him. Kurt felt hot around the collar when his gaze landed on Puck's bare chest. The bastard only had a towel wrapped around his torso and his shoulders were glistening with water.
Don't look at his abs.Kurt thought but his eyes betrayed him they landed on Puck's very firm six-pack abs. Kurt quickly averted his gaze from it. The last thing he wanted was to get caught gawking.
"Uhm..ah..I..I came here to tell you that I.." Kurt struggled for the right words and he felt really furious at himself right now. He was supposed to be throwing a diva fit at Puck but instead, he was reduced to a stammering idiot.
"What? I didn't catch that?" Puck asked with a smirk as he walked past him and took off the towel. Kurt saw it from the corner of his eyes.
Kurt breathed deeply. He had to calm himself or else, Puck would get the upper hand on him. "It was about my account. Why did you do that? First my lease, then my account. What's next? You're going to fire me?" He relayed. It was better to cut to the chase.
"That is just a wake up call Hummel." Puck said dryly. "You don't have to suffer. All you have to do is say I do." He added as if it was the easiest thing to do. Kurt almost jumped a foot again when he felt a hand on either side of his shoulder. "So what now Hummel?" Puck said in his ears, his warm breath sent goose bumps up and down his arms.
Kurt shrugged him off then turned around to finally face his adversary. This time, Puck was now wearing a white wife beater and Levi's. Kurt noticed that they were almost the same height but Puck was more masculine than him so it looked like Puck was bigger. He focused his eyes on Puck's and fought hard to keep his stance. He didn't want Puck to think that he was scared of him. Puck slowly raised his left eyebrow and his lips lifted to a lopsided devilish grin.
"Terminating my lease and freezing my account won't make me marry you if that's what you're thinking. I'm sorry to disappoint you Mr. Puckerman but my answer still remains."
"Wow. Your determination impresses me Mr. Hummel." Puck said coolly. "And your fiery attitude amuses me." He added as Kurt watched him walked towards his bedside drawer. Puck opened the drawer and took out something. For a split second, Kurt thought that Puck took out his gun to use on him but he realized sooner that it was only a mobile phone.
Puck tapped on his phone then placed it on his left ear. "Cynthia, you remember Hummel's lease at Bourbon Apartments? Call Taylor to renew it." Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was that for real? "And call Brooklyn Bank to unfreeze his account and deposit a little something for the inconvenience. Got it?"
Kurt's mouth dropped in awe. "I don't understand." Was Puck off his rocker? The situation made a complete 360-degree. Unfortunately, Kurt was not a fool to fall for it. He knew that people like Puck don't give up that easy. "Okay. What's the catch?" He asked flatly.
Puck gave him a quizzical look as he tossed the phone on his bed. "I expected a thank you but then I can't blame you." He said in a sincere tone. "I just realized that I can't force you to do anything you wouldn't want to do."
Kurt was beyond incredulous. Did he time travel without knowing it? Okay that was absurd but why, in the name of all the good and holy, Puck changed his mind that quickly?
Kurt was about to open his mouth to respond but Puck quickly cut him off. "Look, I'll handle it from here. I'll just explain to grandpa the situation. I'm sure he'll understand." He said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And by the way, here's my dinner." He said as his eyes trained at the doorway. Kurt followed his line of vision and saw a red haired guy in tight tank top and hot pants standing at the doorway.
"Uh yeah okay. I'll go now." Kurt said awkwardly. Well, he didn't want to put a lot of meaning on Puck's sudden change of heart. He was just glad that the lease was given back to him and his account was already unfrozen. Well he still had to check on it. He quickly worked his way out of the room then he stopped at the doorway to look over his shoulder. He almost choked on his own spit when he saw the red haired guy kneeling down between Puck's legs. Kurt even heard a faint sound of a zipper being lowered down. Oh god.
"Forgot something Mr. Hummel?" Puck asked in an amused tone as his left hand fisted over the guy's hair. Kurt shook his head and quickly looked away.
It was really a good thing that his problem was now solved. He didn't have to marry that guy who gave a whole new meaning to promiscuity.
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"Oh god. Theretherethere, harder, fuck me right there." Puck snapped his hips harder on the blonde guy's willing body. He met the Polish blonde at Jupiter's a while ago. The blonde offered him a drink and the rest, as they say, was history. He just had a mind blowing blow job at the backroom of Jupiter's when he bumped into the blonde. And of course, he knew that it was a crime if he wouldn't say no to a good fuck.
"Such a slut for my cock huh?" Puck asked heatedly as he gripped hard on the blonde's waist and thrust into him in rapid succession. "Fucking take it like the whore you are."
"Hhnnnghh fuck yeah." The blonde said, his breath raspy, signaling his impending orgasm. Then like a cliffhanger to a good TV series, Puck's phone rung loudly.
"What the fuck." Puck muttered as he pulled out from the blonde much to the blonde's whiny protests. Puck smirked at him. "Don't worry, it's always great to start all over again."
He read the caller ID from the screen and shook his head. "Fuck Cynth, I'm in the middle of something." Then his face split in a wide grin. "You found him. Great job! You can have the Friday off." He tossed the phone on his carpeted floor.
He found the missing piece of the puzzle and it fit right in with a satisfying click.
***!***
It had been two days since Puck gave him back the lease and his account. So far, everything went on smoothly. At first, he thought that Puck was just pulling his leg but when Jack Taylor, the manager of Bourbon Apartments, called him to say that his lease was renewed, Kurt became less doubtful on Puck's intention. And when he checked his account, everything was now in order. It also didn't hurt that Puck deposited a generous sum for the inconvenience he caused him. Yup, everything was good.
His happy thoughts were suddenly interrupted with a vibration in his pocket. He took out his phone and his eyes lit up when he saw the caller ID.
"Dad! How are you?" Kurt greeted gleefully as he slumped on his bed, his feet up in the air. "Yeah the mortgage of the shop, I know. We're still four months behind." Kurt's happy mood suddenly evaporated when he was reminded of their debt. Business in Lima was tough and their tire shop was not an exception. That was the reason why he had to work harder now. He wanted to help his dad to pay for the mortgage.
"The bank called me and they said that our debt was already cleared." His dad said over the phone. If Kurt knew better, his dad sounded a bit angry. What was up?
There must be some kind of mistake. Kurt was still saving the money for the mortgage. There must be some technological glitch with the bank if their mortgage was cleared all of a sudden.
"Are you sure dad? Maybe they got it wrong." He didn't want to burst his dad's bubbles but he needed a reality check. It was highly impossible for their debts to be cleared suddenly. Unless.
"The bank told me that the check came from New York, from a certain Noah Puckerman. Actually he called me this morning to ask if everything is okay." His dad explained and Kurt felt like the world was closing in on him. "Kurt, he told me about the forced marriage and you said that you agreed in exchange of him paying the mortgage. Son, I'm sorry that you have to do that."
Kurt felt cold over. He didn't want to think about it. But it was crystal clear. Noah Puckerman just won. It was time to raise the white flag and walk down the aisle to him.