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
The next day is a surprisingly quiet one. No whispers. No nothing out of the ordinary ways of the McKinley halls. It had been like this all day. No surprising texts, or calls sent out.
Does no one know about Puck? Why aren't they talking about him, speculating the bruises? I didn't think he looked bad enough to warrant a hospital visit.
Kurt purses his lips and looks around. No one seems to notice the lack of resident bad boy and sex stud Puckerman. Kurt clears his throat and moves on.
Maybe Mercedes will have the details. That is if there's any to be said.
Kurt tightens his grip on his bag as he makes his way to the choir room for his last thing of the day. The room is packed full, but like the day before, missing Puck. Kurt lets out a frustrated sigh as he makes his way to the back of the room, to his normal seat.
Where on earth is he? Someone should have heard something about him by now.
His eyes slowly drift across the room. The only person that acknowledges his presence are Mercedes and Tina. The two girls nod and smile at him before going back to their conversation. Santana's eyes glance to him before she looks away again, her eyes returning to the blonde girl beside her.
"Alright guys." Mr. Schue comes in from hsi office and claps his hands together once to gather the already short and dwindling attention spans of the members of the club. "Today will be all about emotion. I don't want you to simply sing a song because it fits your voice. I want you to sing a song that lets us hear the emotion in your vocals, not just the power that some of you happen to have."
Kurt's ears perk up.
Well isn't this a twist from the usual things.
Kurt sits forward, intrigued.
"Now I know that you'd try and find a way to sing the song you actually wanted by shedding a fake tear-" Everyone glances at Rachel with Mr. Schue's words. "But I get to approve your genre of music. So that means no Broadway Rachel." Kurt snorts and Schue looks to him. "You as well Kurt. I don't want you two anywhere near there. Get out of your-"
"Mr. Schue." Kurt interrupts him with a sigh. "We're in a glee club that barely does show tunes. I assure you, if I wasn't already a fan of other genres like I was already, then I would be by now. but do continue. It amuses me to know it extent when you think you know everything about me."
Kurt sits back with a satisfied smirk at the mans dropped face.
Okay, maybe being nervous about Puck is just building up anger and guilt until I blow up on someone. Good thing I don't mind watching Schue squirm with his own guilt.
Mr. Schue eyes Kurt slowly before clearing his throat and looking back to the group as a whole. "So that means no rock music for most of you guys, or the powerhouse diva's in the top 40 for you girls." Mr. Schue rolls his eyes at the collective sigh from his students. "You'll be fine guys. As Kurt has pointed out to an extent, you should have found another genre that you're comfortable with, or that you at least like by now and feel comfortable singing a song from. So-" Schue claps his hands together again as if to make the next point sound important. "That's all I have for you this week. I'll let you perform in a few days, so we'll meet back then. Dismissed."
Kurt rolls his eyes at the quick assignment and lack of teaching on the part of his teacher.
Not that there's much to teach us since we have long breaks between competitions, but still. Now this basically becomes study hall.
Kurt slowly shuts his car door as he looks up to the house. He knows that it doesn't look like much on the outside, but it looks to be kept up to the best of the ability of the homeowners and the occupants.
So this is where Noah Puckerman lives. I mean, it's not like I've wondered, but it is an interesting concept once one thinks about it. The place where I'm pretty sure he has a family. At least a mother that I recall. This is also the place where every cheerio, at least twice, and eons of other woman had been bedded.
Kurt shivers at the thought before walking up the driveway.
Lets just get this done and over with. I owe him the truth. Maybe he'll help me come up with a way to get out of this since Santana wouldn't. Well, either that or he'll murder me in cold blood. I don't care if he does that either way. I deserve it. Getting revenge is never the way to go, especially if Santana is helping out.
Kurt shuffles his feet in his awkward position in front of the door. He crinkles his nose before pulling one hand out of his jacket pocket and knocks in quick repetition on the door. He listens intently and hears the sound of someone running through the house.
"Don't . . . door . . . stranger . . ." He can barely make out the words of the rough voice.
This is a bad idea.
He goes to turn around when the door is flung open. He is met with the sight of a young girl.
"Who are you?" She inquires as her eyes begin to judge him.
"Hum-Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt nods and smiles. "I think I have the wrong house. I was looking for-"
"Are you hear for my brother?" The girl asks. "Cause mom said I'm not allowed to let anyone see him. Safety reasons and such."
"Well I am here for him, but I can come back at another time." Kurt says quickly.
"Well I haven't listened to what mom said in ages." The girl smiles before opening the door wider and stepping to the side. "Upstairs, first door on the right. Trust me, you can't miss it. Mainly because of the smell, or the noises that come from there."
Kurt's eyes are wide as the girl leaves him alone in the doorway.
I can't believe his sister knows about his activities in his own room. He should have better decency than that.
Kurt shakes his head as he steps inside and shuts the door.
So, things are heating up. The next chapter will be quite explosive. :) Let me know what you think.