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Chapter 6: Realizations

"Puckerman, you're the man!" His best friend Chad clapped him on the back as they entered his office. "Finally getting your dick up in that brunette's hot little ass."

Puck smirked at Chad's tactlessness. He rounded on his desk and sat on his recliner as he checked on his desktop computer for his schedule of the day . "Unlikely." He muttered as he frowned on the screen. 6:00 PM Movie with fiancé.What the hell?

Chad sat back on one of the chairs in front of his desk, his feet up on the other one. "Unlikely? What do you mean by unlikely?" He asked as he grabbed one of his paperweights and tossed it back and forth in his hands.

Puck ignored Chad as he dialed on his desk phone. "Cynthia." He growled as soon as his assistant picked up. "Movie time with fiancé at six? What the fuck is that?"

"Mr. Hummel told me to put that in your schedule. He said he wants to see that new movie about a certain bunny."

Puck was incredulous. "Movie about a bunny?" He turned to Chad as he covered the mouthpiece with his left hand. "Is there a new Bugs Bunny movie?" He asked. Chad rolled his eyes and mouthed 'duh'. He uncovered the mouthpiece. "I have a full body massage at six and you know that." He said through gritted teeth. Maybe, having Kurt Hummel as a fiancé would be a pain in the ass. Don't get him wrong. He was relieved when Kurt finally succumbed and agreed to marry him. Well, it was not some sort of a miracle. He worked hard, okay scratched that, Cynthia worked hard on her research about Kurt Hummel. That was how he found out about the mortgage with the bank owed by Kurt's father. He paid the debt and even advanced two years worth of mortgage then used it to blackmail the virginal prude.

He remembered two days ago when Kurt barged again in his room in a middle of a blow job. The feisty brunette grabbed the hair of the twink and yanked him away from his dick. The fierce attitude deflated his hard on as he stood up to face Kurt who looked like he was about to bust a gut any second.

"Fine, you won Mr. Puckerman. I'll marry you but don't expect me to like you because that would be the last thing I'll do. Two years then we'll get a divorce. That should be enough to pay you back the mortgage." That being said, Kurt slapped him hard on the face then walked out of the room without a single word.

Damn, he could still feel the sting of Kurt's slap on his left jaw. He knew Kurt was still mad at him so why did he want to watch a movie with him?

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After the grueling explanations to his dad on why he had to marry Noah Puckerman, Kurt was relieved that his dad understood. He even told him that he was one hundred percent behind him and was more than willing to use his shotgun on Noah Puckerman if the billionaire bastard dared to hurt him while in their 'marriage'. And after much thinking and trying to calm himself with his decision to marry the biggest manwhore he'd ever met. Kurt decided that he would just milk it for what it was worth. There was no use making himself angry every time he thought about losing to Puck. Two could play this game. Who said that he couldn't be mischievous too?

He forced himself not to laugh out loud as he watched Puck bought popcorn with a disgusted look on his face. He knew that for a billionaire like him, he was not used to doing that kind of stuff and Kurt felt like jumping up and down.

"Butter no salt." Puck muttered as he shoved the tub of popcorn at him. "And did you know that a lot of kids out there are laughing at me because they thought that I'm too old for this movie?" He asked through gritted teeth. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

"It was grandpa who suggested that this movie is good and I should take you. I wouldn't want to disappoint grandpa right?" He asked with relish as Puck's face darkened in a scowl. It was true that it was grandpa who talked him to seeing the movie. Grandpa believed that it would be good for newly engaged couples to do some bonding moments before the wedding. Grandpa said that it would make the love grew stronger and lessen the cold feet engaged couples used to have the night before the wedding. Kurt then realized that Grandpa Puckerman was such a sucker for romance, too bad that his grandchild Puck didn't share the same sentiments.

"So you're suddenly best friends with him now?" Puck asked sarcastically and as he was about to hand the ticket to the ticket master, flashing lights and clicking sound interrupted them.

"Mr. Puckerman, is it true that you're getting married? How's that possible? You haven't dated for years?" A guy in a reporter's vest asked as he shoved a recorder under Puck's face. Kurt's eyes grew wide. There were at least a dozen or so people swarming the entrance of the theatre, all of them carrying the same thing the reporter had and then his eyes started to water with all the flashing of the cameras.

"Are you his fiancé?" A red haired lady asked him. "Are you just going to marry him because of money?" She continued to ask as she shoved a microphone to his face, hitting him on the chin. Kurt winced from the hit and Puck suddenly stood in front of him to cover him from the paparazzi.

"Okay that's enough ladies and gentlemen." Puck said politely. Kurt realized that Puck was probably used to it. He was probably dodging the paparazzi all his life. The cameras continued to flash and questions were still thrown at them. "Fuck it! Where are the bodyguards when you need them?" Puck muttered under his breath as he grabbed hold of his hand and yanked him away from the crowd which suddenly materialized out of nowhere. The moviegoers probably got curious on what was happening.

Kurt suddenly felt guilty. He was the one who insisted not to bring Puck's bodyguards with them because it was too awkward. Now he was finally beginning to understand why Puck needed his bodyguards.

They continued to weave their way out of the theatre and Kurt felt Puck's strong grip on his hand and he suddenly felt a different kind of sensation. Okay, that was just a sign of nervousness because who knew what the paparazzi were capable of? They could hurt them without knowing it.

As soon as they were outside the theatre, Kurt was surprised to find out that there were still paparazzi hounding on the lobby. Puck noticed it beforehand and he quickly pulled him towards the comfort rooms. Puck pushed the door wide and quickly pulled them inside an empty cubicle.

"They should be gone as soon as they realized we're not here anymore." Puck said and his breath was fanning him on the face. The cubicle was a bit small and both their bodies were pressed together. Kurt could feel Puck's body heat and he resisted the urge to blush but he knew he failed miserably judging from the smug look on Puck's face.

"Didn't know closed spaces turned you on?" Puck asked teasingly, giving him a sly smirk.

"Shut up." Kurt hissed. The last thing he wanted was for Puck to realize that he was having an effect on him just by being this close. Suddenly, they heard the door opened and there were rustling of feet.

"Damn, they escaped. I thought that we will finally have a juicy piece on that man slut." A guy's voice said and Kurt clumped his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing at the look of incredulity on Puck's face when he heard the words man slut. "Let's check the cubicles. Maybe they were just hiding." Kurt's eyes went wide with what the guy said. He watched as Puck quietly pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it then he gestured at him to sit on his lap. Kurt shook his head vigorously. He knew that Puck wanted to do that so that just in case the guys started to look beneath the cubicle's door, they would only see a pair of feet.

Puck raised his eyebrows at him. Kurt mouthed no. Puck rolled his eyes then reached out and yanked him towards him. Kurt ended up straddling Puck in the process. Oh god. This was beyond embarrassing.

"C'mon we're just wasting our time here." The guy finally said and they both let out a sigh of relief as they heard the faint sound of footsteps walking away.

Kurt made a move to get up but Puck was holding him down on his hips. "Noah, let me go." He said and oh god, he didn't sound breathless, did he?

"Believe it or not, I haven't fucked in public toilets yet." Puck said matter-of-factly. Kurt gave him a horrified look.

"And I have no intentions of experiencing it with you." Kurt said through gritted teeth as tried again to stand up but Puck's grip was strong. Kurt gave him a deathly glare but it was a huge mistake because as soon as his eyes landed on Puck's hazel ones, all coherencies abandoned him. There was something in Puck's eyes that rendered him mute, that stopped his brain thinking for a while.

In a fraction of a second, Puck's lips were on his. He felt Puck's tongue swiping on his lower lip, coaxing it to open on which he readily allowed. He knew he should be stopping right now but Puck's gentle kneading on his hips and his gentle sucking on his lower lip fogged his brain, making it malfunctioned. Puck kissed him harder now and he returned it with the same force. He felt Puck's hand snaking its way inside his shirt and the touch sent fire all throughout his body.

Suddenly, a loud knocking on the their cubicle door snapped him out of his sudden lunacy.

"Mr. Puckerman, Mr. Hummel. It's Wilson." It was Puck's head of security. Kurt quickly stood up and arranged himself hastily, not meeting Puck's eyes. He didn't want to see the look of triumph on Puck's face for making him want him like that.

"Yeah we're here." Puck said coolly as he opened the cubicle. Kurt didn't wait any longer and stepped out quickly. He knew he looked really debauched now but he didn't care. He felt so ashamed of himself right now. Puck's kisses shouldn't have an effect on him. He should be disgusted, only he wasn't.

Was he really sure that two could play this game?