Hook, Revenge, and Baited

Author: GleekShip

Spoilers: Up until Season 2 There will be aspects from each. And Puck and Quinn never slept together, she was never pregnant.

Summary: Santana wants revenge on Puck. She enlists the help of Kurt in this delicious, sexy plot.

Pairings: Puck/Kurt

Hook, Revenge, and Baited

Up in the club, we just broke up

I'm doing my own little thing

Kurt groans as he pulls himself out of bed. He glares at his own phone before reaching over to the nightstand and picking it up.

He holds it to his ear and growls into it. "It's a Sunday and I'm sure it's very early in the morning. What?"

"You sound sexy Hummel." Santana's voice purrs through the phone. "And it's almost eleven. Shouldn't you be awake by now doing something gay?"

"No." Kurt grumbles, not awake enough to retort back. "It's a weekend and I sleep in on my weekends."

"Poor baby." He can hear the amusement in his voice.

"Ignoring you." He tells her as he rolls over to his back. "So is there any particular reason that you're calling so early in the morning? Problem with your AID's?"

"Herpes actually." Santana chuckles before continuing. "I'm actually calling you to tell you that you're video will be popular by the end of the day."

"Video?" Kurt mutters to himself, confused. "What on earth are you talking about Santana? What video?"

"The video of you mind-blowing Puck. Pun intended." She adds with a laugh.

"Hang on." Kurt sits up. "What do you mean it's going to be popular? What are you doing with it?"

"I'm sending it to everyone in school." Santana answers.

"What!" Kurt yells as his eyes go wide. "You-"

"Honestly Kurt." Santana cuts him off. "What did you think I was going to do with your video?"

"I thought you were going to get off with it to be honest." Kurt answers quickly. "But-"

"I already did that." Santana snorts. "Three times since Friday. Would have done it more, but I need to do some serious editing."

"Editing?" Kurt shakes his head in confusion. "Wait. You know what, just tell me everything. Now. That way I can yell at you in one go."

Santana chuckles. "Well since there are tons of people underage at McKinley, I'm blurring out your face, your cock, and Puck's cock. You'll still get the general idea of what's going on. And since you have the blur around your cock, people will be able to tell that you're a guy. That Puck's getting sucked by a guy. And if all goes to plan, Puck's reputation will be ruined."

"Good." Kurt mutters before cleaning his throat. "Are you sure we won't get trouble?"

"No. I'm blurring everything out. You can tell what's there, but I've blurred you and Puck enough that it looks like your un-equipped." Santana laughs.

"How flattering?" Kurt comments as his nose crinkles. "But I'm not sure if this is a good idea anymore. I mean, this is child pornography."

"It's fine Hummel. It's not like I'm going to post it on that fabulous porn site." Santana says firmly.

Kurt groans. "Please tell me you didn't."

"It's amazing Kurt. Brittany and I go on there all the time. And don't worry." She quickly adds. "There's lots of gay stuff on there as well, not just the lesbian stuff."

"San-"

"And to be honest, I'm pretty sure that about seventy percent of the videos are gay, so that's even better." Santana laughs

"Santana." Kurt hisses. "I am not going onto a porn site."

"Don't worry Hummel." Santana laughs. "You're face and his face will be blurred out, but I'm sure you'll be flattered when we get tons of comments about how hot it is to see a big-dicked twink sucking off a big-dicked stud." Kurt goes quiet. "And don't you tell me that you haven't gotten off of giving your first blowjob."

"That's not the point." Kurt says softly.

"I know. The point is it that all will be okay. No one will see your identities. It's just good old pay back. Why don't you think about that part?" Santana offers. "Think about how good it will feel when Puck starts suffering at school like you did."
"Well . . ." Kurt slowly starts to smile. "It is nice to think about, but I'm still unsure about this. The whole karma thing you know?"

"Just trust me Kurt." Kurt's eyes widen when she uses his first name. "I'm not going to let you get hurt here. I'm very tight with my plans. I know what will happen and what won't, and you getting hurt won't happen."

Kurt purses his lips before nodding to himself. "Fine. I'm on game with this then."

"Good. But I have to go now. I was just letting you know what's going on. Call me later if you want." Santana leaves Kurt with a dial tone.

I know I'm going to live-nope. I'm going to die regretting this.

Kurt tosses his phone onto his bed before sliding off of it.

Breakfast, then shower.

Kurt sighs to himself before he walks across his room in some loose basketball shorts and a loose white wife beater. His comfort clothes. His feet pad up the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hey dad." Kurt calls out as he rubs his hands against his eyes to wake up. "Please tell me that you or Carole made pancakes this morning."

"Nope." Kurt stops as he hears that voice.

He looks up to see Puck. The boy is in his kitchen eating the last of the syrupy pancakes. Puck chuckles at Kurt.

"Sup Hummel."

Not much of a cliffhanger, but sort of. I hope you're enjoying. This has been fun to write. So let me know what you think. Reviews inspire me. :)