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Chapter 7:To Know Something Maybe A Bad Thing
Temporary insanity. That was probably the reason why Kurt kissed Puck back in the theatre's restroom. Damn. It'd been two days since that incident but Kurt could still feel Puck's lips on his. Hell, he even dreamt about it last night. There had been a lot of tangled limbs in his dream and that was the reason why he slept on his alarm. Well, it was a good thing that he no longer had to go to work since, as Puck bluntly put it, the future Kurt Hummel-Puckerman need not work anymore while he was in the marriage starting now. Puck said that he should start practicing how to live like royalty but one Kurt Hummel didn't roll that way. He would stay as his old self. The one who didn't mind getting dirty doing a day's job but Puck didn't want to hear the end of it. Oh well, he didn't want to think about it now because he was quite excited for his today's schedule, full body spa, mani-pedi and shopping with Puck's platinum credit card. It was not like he asked for it. It was Puck who insisted because Puck thought that he looked like he needed a good pampering and new clothes but he knew better, he knew that Puck was just trying to get on his good side.
Suddenly, a loud knocking sound broke the silence of the apartment. He quickly stood up from his bed and run out to get the door.
"Nice legs Hummel." Puck greeted as soon as he opened the door. Kurt's face heat up as he realized that he was just wearing an oversized worn out shirt over a very short shorts which now felt much shorter because of Puck's comment. Kurt watched in awe as Puck stepped inside even without his invitation. Kurt noticed that Puck was not wearing his usual Armani suit but instead, he was sporting a black v neck t-shirt over a pair of Levi's and expensive Italian loafers.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt snapped as he followed Puck inside the kitchen. He watched as Puck opened the fridge and took out a bottled water. Puck read the label before twisting the cap. "Did I invite you in?"
"You looked like you just got out of bed. Rough night?" Puck asked as he leaned casually on the kitchen counter, taking a swig from the bottle in the process.
Kurt glared at him as he walked over to his kitchen cupboards and reached out for the cereal box. "Last time I checked, it's none of your business. And why are you even here? Are you supposed to be at work now?"
Puck just smirked at him as he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Kurt watched as Puck tapped rapidly on his phone then handed it to him. "That's the latest article from Queer Extra."
Kurt looked at him quizzically as he took the phone without a word.
A Gold Digger or For Real?
Queer Extra has an inside scoop on the latest about New York's richest gay bachelor, Noah Puckerman. Apparently, it is known that one of Big Apple's successful businessmen will tie the knot with an unknown individual. No one knows the identity of said guy but last Tuesday, we caught a glimpse of the future ball and chain.
"Ball and chain?" Kurt asked incredulously as he looked up at Puck. Puck just shrugged as he snagged an apple from the fruit basket on the counter then bit on it loudly. "You call this journalism?" He added as he continued to scroll on Puck's Blackberry.
The mystery fiancé is about a tad two inches shorter than Mr. Puckerman but with a mile high attitude as he glared at the camera without any sign of hospitality for the press.
"Glared at the camera? No hospitality? Those lights from the camera were enough to light a community. I'm not glaring, I'm just squinting because of the lights? I didn't even remember glaring at them." Kurt said with disbelief. He knew that he shouldn't be affected by the article because he really didn't care about what the press had to say but somehow, the article was irritating the hell out of him.
Puck gave a small laugh. The bastard was clearly amused by his reaction. Kurt ignored him and turned back to his reading.
The gay community around the globe is now wondering. Who is that guy who stole the affection of one of the most sought after gay bachelors in town? Is he a childhood love? Or just a con artist who just wants a free ride on Mr. Puckerman's brand new Porsche Cayenne? Queer Extra will give you the latest updates as we continue our search for the truth about the hot billionaire's future beau.
"Oh for the love of Gaga, are they stalking you or something? They even know the brand of car you just bought." Kurt asked as he angrily grabbed a bowl from the counter and dumped a generous amount of cereal on it. He was starting to feel that his privacy was slowly chipping away and he really didn't like it. Puck was probably used to other people invading his private life but he it was definitely not his way of living.
"Don't tell me that you care about what they wrote?" Puck asked in an amused tone as he opened again the fridge and took out the milk carton and handed it to him. "Those people have nothing better to do. And that guy who wrote it, Sebastian Kane, I fucked him once and from then on, he became one of my biggest stalkers."
"I don't care of course. And you don't have to give me that information." Kurt said as he brought a spoonful of cereal to his mouth and just as he was about to hand the phone back to Puck, a poll question below the article caught his eyes.
Are you Team Mystery Fiancé or Team Paris Vanderbilt? Vote now.
"Who is Paris Vanderbilt?" Kurt asked and immediately, Puck's face darkened into something he couldn't explain. Kurt felt that it was a question Puck didn't want to answer so he decided not to push Puck further and it was not like he was interested or something. "Okay, forget it. So why are you here? Don't tell me you went here just to make me read that article."
Puck's face cleared instantly. "Grandpa had read the article and he thought the it might affect you negatively so he told me to cheer you up like a good gentleman." Puck explained flatly. "But you're not really upset are you?"
Kurt swallowed his cereal before answering. "I'm not upset, I just don't understand why they have to make a fuss out of it."
"It's their job to make us squirm but don't let them get to your nerves. We just have to be careful the next time we go out if you want to keep your privacy."
Instantly, the memory from the restroom cubicle made its way in his head and he felt blood rushed to his face. Why did he have to remember that while Puck was in the same room?
"Uh yeah of course." Kurt said in a low voice as he slowly sunk on one of the kitchen stools. "So what else grandpa told you about cheering me up?" He added as he made air quotes with his hands.
Puck crossed his arms on his chest. "About that, I don't really think you need some cheering up right now but of course I don't want grandpa to think that I didn't do anything for you."
Kurt gave him a sarcastic smile. Was he really going to marry this man? "So you want me to make a good story on how you acted like the perfect fiancé consoling me while I'm deeply upset of being accused a gold digger?" He asked in a perfect deadpan.
Puck smiled widely. "Exactly Hummel so if you'll excuse me, I'll go now and enjoy the rest of this day off." He slowly winked at him and Kurt felt a fluttered in his stomach. He watched as Puck disappeared from view then he let out a huge breath he didn't even realize he was holding.
Why was he getting so worked up when Puck was around? And who was that Paris Vanderbilt?
***!***
"Kurt!" Grandpa Puckerman greeted excitedly as soon as he entered the private room of a five restaurant where the Puckerman patriarch invited him.
"Grandpa." Kurt greeted as he gave the old man a kiss on the cheek. "How are you?" He asked as he settled on the seat across the retired billionaire. A blonde waiter quickly approached their table and handed them the menu.
"I'm good sweetheart. I'm glad you made it. I thought my grandson will have you to himself the whole day." Grandpa said fondly then he turned to the waiter. "I'll have a lobster salad and the usual 29-year old scotch."
"I'll just have the seafood carbonara and a glass of coke." Kurt ordered. He was not really big on ordering food from a five star restaurant because he was not used in this kind of scene. After all, he was just a small town boy from Lima. He quickly pushed that self degrading thought out of his head and focused his attention on Grandpa. "Noah understands that you and I need some bonding moments." He said in a rather awkward manner. He knew that Grandpa Puckerman was greatly fond of him but somehow, he still felt uncomfortable with the old man's presence. Maybe it was because he was just putting an act and since the truth was, he would rather stay a good fifty mile radius away from Noah Puckerman.
Grandpa smiled good-naturedly as he spread the napkin on his lap. "I never thought I will see the day that Noah will get married. I really thought that he gave up on love ever since the failed relationship but thanks to you Kurt, my grandson changed his mind."
Kurt's mouth dropped in awe. Hold up and rewind. Noah Puckerman had a failed relationship? He thought that Puck's promiscuity was inborn and the word relationship was banned in his dictionary. But then of course, he didn't know a lot of things about Noah Puckerman. He just made his own conclusion on him based on how he saw him the first time. For him, Noah Puckerman was an arrogant, self-serving, obnoxious jackass who gave a whole new meaning on promiscuity. Suddenly, realizations dawned on him.
Paris Vanderbilt.Kurt thought and he almost jumped in surprise when the waiter lowered the plate of food in front of him. He didn't even notice that the waiter already arrived with their orders.
"Yes, Paris." Grandpa said and Kurt realized he said the word out loud. "Don't get jealous over him. He and Noah broke up a long time ago. Almost five years if my memory serves me right. And now you know why Noah is tagged the playboy billionaire. It was his way of dealing with his loss."
Kurt nodded awkwardly. This was new information. Paris Vanderbilt was probably Puck's greatest love or something. He probably was because Puck wouldn't behave the way he behaved now if he was not greatly affected by the break up. A bitter lump rose in his throat at the thought. Crap, he wasn't supposed to feel the way he was feeling right now. He quickly grabbed the glass of coke and took a swig, not even bothering to use the straw.
Why was the thought of that Paris Vanderbilt having a hold on Puck's heart brought a painful tugging in his chest?
***!***
After the dinner with grandpa which ended up with a promise of watching a live basketball game with the Puckerman patriarch, Kurt was now standing in front of the double doors of Puck's mansion. Grandpa insisted that he should bring Puck a take out of his favorite pasta recipe. Kurt really didn't want to do that but there was something with grandpa that he couldn't say no to.
"Clifford." He greeted curtly at the butler who mistaken him for one of the Jupiter's Twinkies the last time.
"Mr. Hummel." The butler greeted respectfully. Clifford was now well aware that he was now the fiancé and not a Twinkie. "Mr. Puckerman is rather busy right now."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he quickly walked towards the stairs to Puck's room, ignoring Clifford's string of warnings behind him. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it was pulled open and a blonde guy in a turtleneck and skinny jeans walked out.
"Are you his next one?" The blonde drawled as he looked at him up and down. Kurt felt he was under scrutiny by the blonde. "I don't think you can take his huge cock because oh my god, I think I could feel him for a week. He fucked me so hard and good. Enjoy the ride honey." The blonde added as he gave him a wink and Kurt was beyond incredulous.
"Puckerman." He called out as he walked inside. He saw Puck on his bed with, thank God, a blanket on his lower body. "I brought you ravioli."
Puck smirked at him. "You don't have to bring it here, you could just hand it to Clifford. Are you that excited to see me?"
"Dream on." Kurt scoffed but oddly enough, Puck was kind of right. Well, he wanted to see him but not that excited. "Grandpa told me about Paris."
At the mention of the name, Puck's face darkened to a scowl. "It's none of your business." He said darkly.
"Don't you want to talk about him? I mean, it was lucky that grandpa didn't ask too many questions about our relationship. What if he asked me about how well do I know about your past conquests or something?"
Puck sat up straight. "Paris is not a conquest." Puck said through gritted teeth.
Kurt swallowed hard. He didn't anticipate Puck's anger. "I..uh..I didn't mean it that way."
"The fuck you don't." Puck spat out. "You don't talk like that to me, understand? You are my fiancé but it doesn't give you the right to just barge in here asking those questions."
Kurt felt like he was slapped and at the same time, he also felt angry. He was just merely asking a question. "Well Puck, I didn't ask to be your fiancé in the first place. You blackmailed me so in that case, you have also no right to speak to me that way." He said angrily as his heart started to pound in his chest. It always happened when he was feeling agitated about something.
Puck let out a harsh laugh. "Stop acting like you don't enjoy being my fiancé Kurt. I know you love the luxury that goes along with it. Imagine two years of that and you would probably jump for joy."
Kurt bit his lip hard. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You know what, you really are the biggest jerk I ever had the displeasure to meet. I don't wonder why Paris left you. You probably pissed him off with your award winning arrogance."
Puck stood up from the bed and in a flash, he was standing in front of Kurt, grabbing hold of Kurt's left arm. "You don't know a fucking squat about me and Paris so stop being such a know-it-all and fucking shut your trap."
Kurt tried to pull away from Puck's hold but the taller man had a vice grip on him. "Puck you're hurting me." He pleaded.
"Why? I thought you like it hard? I believed there are still my finger marks on your hips from our impromptu make out session." Puck asked mischievously with a malicious glint in his eyes. "What now Hummel? Do you like it raw and hard? Or slow and sensual?"
Kurt's nose flared as his free arm snaked out and he slapped Puck hard on his face. Puck released his hold on him from the impact of the hit. "You're a pig!" Kurt shouted as he run for the door and away from Puck.
It was not the pain of humiliation from Puck's advances that drove him away. It was more of Puck's showcase of protectiveness over Paris. He didn't want to think that he was jealous because the hell he was not. He shook that thought away because it was not good for his mental health.
Next time, he wouldn't let Noah Puckerman make him feel like a helpless being. Kurt Hummel was nobody's bitch and Noah Puckerman would learn the hard way.