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
"Sup Hummel."
Kurt blinks his eyes a few times to make sure he's seeing correctly.
Nope. He's still here.
"What-"
"Sorry for eating your food Hummel." Puck apologizes as he continues to stuff his face. "Carole said make myself at home so I'm only sticking with he pancakes. Otherwise the fridge would be empty."
Kurt slowly nods as Puck chuckles. Kurt narrows his eyes.
Alright. Remain calm. He won't think anything's wrong if-
"You okay dude?" Kurt looks over to see Puck staring at him with small concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Or my murderer if I don't keep quiet.
"I'm fine." Kurt shakes his head as he makes his way over to the refrigerator. "It's a morning. I never do well with those."
"Wow." Puck chuckles. "Who knew Hummel slept in and actually looked like a teenager on weekends?"
"Meh." Kurt shrugs as he bends over and peers into the refrigerator.
He hears Puck chuckle again. Kurt closes his eyes and lets the cold container cool his head down.
"So how are things with Karofsky?" Kurt nearly bumps his head when he jumps from the voice. "He didn't give you any more problems Friday did he?"
"No." Kurt has to bite back a smile in case Puck can see his face. "Problems with him were virtually non-existent since I escaped to the shower."
Puck lets out a dirty chuckle that makes Kurt's eyebrows go up. "The shower. Yeah. That was fun. Maybe next time you could join in?"
"I'm not one for an orgy." Kurt says as he pulls out of the refrigerator with two cups of yogurt with him. "Or girls." Kurt frowns as he turns to Puck. "Or you."
"You wound Hummel." Puck chuckles as he brings a hand to his chest. "All I did was invite you to an orgy. There were like eight girls there. We could have each had four."
"Four chances for a girl to try and get my dick up." Kurt fakes excitement. "That would be amazing." His smile drops to a smirk. "Amazingly terrible." Kurt snorts as he makes his way over to the cabinets. "Sorry Puck, but I'm not the orgy type of guy."
"Not even if it's an orgy full of hot guys?" Puck suggests.
Kurt's hand stops halfway to the cabinet. Puck laughs and Kurt blushes.
"So you would be in an orgy?" Puck laughs even harder. "I guess gay guys are still guys."
"Of course we are." Kurt turns to face Puck. "We still have dicks you know? We're as horny as the rest of them."
Puck's eyebrows shoot up. "Wow. Uptight Hummel is talking dirty."
Kurt chuckles and stares Puck down. "You have no idea how dirty I can get."
Puck just laughs as Kurt turns back to the cabinets to get a bowl. "So what are you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be sleeping off a hangover?"
"Ha ha." Puck says dryly before clearing his throat. "I haven't drank in almost a month, so you're joke's no use here." Kurt shrugs so Puck continues. "But Finny here is having some problem with Jewberry and I offered to help him blow everything out of his system."
Kurt raises his eyebrows and turns to Puck. "You blew it out of his system."
"People. No." Puck growls. "I meant the video game people. Call of Duty. We were blowing people up on call of duty."
Kurt chuckles as he makes his way over to the silverware. "Sure Puck. Sure."
"Dammit Hummel." Puck growls. "Stop taking things out of context."
"Big words." Kurt chuckles as he turns around to face the fuming boy. "And you're the one that said I'm not dirty. Just showing you that once again, you're wrong."
"Just because you take things pervertedly doesn't mean that you're dirty." Puck retorts.
Kurt's eyes narrow.
Lets play on your fantasies then Puckerman.
"What about handcuffs?" Kurt suggests with a smirk.
Puck gulps and suddenly looks nervous. "What do you mean?"
"Oh I don't know." Kurt smiles. "Just thinking about hand cuffing a boy to my head. With a blindfold too." Kurt adds as he remembers what Puck looked like in the locker rooms. "Completely at my mercy, my touch." Kurt's gaze returns to a pale looking Puck. "At least that would be fun for me. How about you? Would that suit any fantasy of yours?"
Puck quickly shakes his head no. "Of course not. I'd want a girl to go down on me."
Kurt smiles. "Well you can never tell one warm mouth from another can you?"
Kurt chuckles as Puck's expression before setting his yogurt cups and the spoon in his bowl. "Later."
He quickly moves past Puck. He lets out a shaky breath once he reaches his bedroom door. He looks back to Puck to see the boy standing in the same position.
What have I done? Dang it Kurt. This is what happens when you're afraid. You get adrenaline and you talk yourself into a hole. Now he probably knows that it's me and he's gonna kill me.
Kurt quickly opens his door and makes his way downstairs.
He won't kill me. He'll just wonder how I know that. Yeah. So he'll go to Santana, right? And she's a good liar. Yes. This will work.
Kurt sighs as he drops the bowl onto his side table. He groans as he flops on his bed before reaching out to his phone.
Gotta tell her may have screwed up.
:) So what do you think. Now Kurt took his own direction here. He was supposed to be a bumbling mess, but he took control and became confident. So blame it on him. Hehe. So let me know what you think and where you think things are going. I hope you continue to enjoy. :)