Chapter 4

When the groom randomly burst into song while waiting for his bride to be at the alter, you know you're at a Glee wedding. But when the groom starts belting out a song from Company about being jilted by a run-away bride, you know how the story ends long before the other guests who don't know the Broadway catalog back to front. So as soon as Will sang "Today is for Emma, Emma I give you the rest of my life" Rachel and Kurt's eyes found each other immediately.

"Well, this is awkward." Kurt mumbled, deciding to inspect his perfectly manicured nails than to watch the car crash that was inevitably about to happen.

"Sit somewhere else then, Hummel." Puck whispered with a sneer and Kurt cocked his head slightly to stare at Puck blankly.

"Not the seating arrangements you dolt. Emma's not coming." Kurt informed him as he rolled his eyes and went back to inspecting his nails.

Puck scoffed and Kurt shouldn't of found it arousing, but he did. It sounded more like a grunt that might escape his lips if he were thrusting into Kurt's willing hole. OK, Calm down! "Of Course she's coming, it's her wedding."

"Bet you $20 she isn't."

"You're on Princess." Puck smirked with a challenging look in his smoky hazel eyes. "While I've got you're attention, I wanted to ask you something." the drastic change from playfulness to seriousness threw Kurt a little bit.

"Go on."

"Do you think I look puffy?" Puck asked earnestly.

If Kurt wasn't at a wedding or looking to get laid by the man before him, he would have burst out laughing. For several reason's actually. 1) puffy? Puffy as in swollen? As in what Kurt's cock has been like since seeing Puck again? 2) the randomness of the question and the serious way Puck asked made Kurt nervous, and when he was nervous, he laughed. 3) was it a trick question? If Kurt said 'why yes, come to think of it Noah, you do look slightly inflated' he could kiss that quick fuck goodbye, but if he said what he honestly thought, which was 'you are probably the sexiest man I've encountered in real life, let me fall to my knees and worship you with my mouth, sir' he would come on way too strong and creepy and once again, could kiss that quick fuck goodbye.

"You look the same as you always have. Expect you finally got rid of the Mohawk." Kurt answered evasively and controlled his facial expression to remain blank as Puck's eyes burned into him, trying to read Dior knows what.

Luckily, or unluckily, Kurt couldn't decided, Puck finally looked away when Brad the pianist began playing 'Here comes the bride' on the church organ and everyone shifted in their seats to watch the door. Rachel and Kurt caught each other's eye again in apprehension.

When the large wooden doors opened, Becky Jackson walked in, rather ungraciously, chucking petals everywhere. Kurt thought it was odd that Becky was chosen as their flower girl, he had no idea Mr. Shue or Miss Pillsbury had that kind of relationship with the girl. But she did look beautiful, if she dropped the attitude, of course. And then the doors open again…

Now here's where Kurt had a massive internal battle with himself. Of course he would have loved to see Miss Pillsbury float down the aisle to greet his music teacher and father's close friend, but then he would owe Puck £20. £20 wasn't a lot of money, but it was the principle of saying 'Ha, I told you so'. So when the door opened to reveal Sue Sylvester in a wedding dress and an evil smirk on her face, Kurt desperately wanted to feel bad for the man, but instead, he saw the opportunity.

"Ha, I told you so." Kurt whispered smugly into Puck's ear.

Puck lifted his shoulder to his ear as much as possible and brushed it, as if he wipe Kurt's breath off of him as he continued looking dumbstruck at the cheerleading coach as she strutted and twirled down the aisle. Kurt would have been completely offended by the action if Puck's next words hadn't softened the blow.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Hummel. So you got brains and beauty, tell me something I didn't know." he said offhandedly, as if on autopilot and Kurt was so taken aback by it that he fell back and slumped disgustingly into his seat.

Puck was such a confusing enigma, always had been and evidently always would be. He was so hot and cold and a complete mystery. One minute, he would say something that would confirm his straightness and remind Kurt that it would never happen and then in the same breath go on to give Kurt hope with flyaway comments like that. Kurt could just cut the crap right then and there and just tell Puck that he wants to ride him, to find out where he stood once and for all, but that was for too embarrassing. Especially considering the fact that it looked like the reception was now cancelled because there was no marriage ceremony.

SHIT! No reception meant no Puck. No puck meant no sex!

During his inner turmoil, apparently Sue had informed the church that Will got stood up and everyone began leaving. Puck, Brittany and Sam had already gone, leaving Kurt sitting at his bench all alone.

Completely blew it!

"Oh my god, Kurt!" Rachel whispered frantically as she grabbed his hand and began pulling him off the chair and out of the church. "How dramatic was that? I mean obviously I knew where it was heading once Mr. Shue chose that song. For a music teacher with a knowledge of the Broadway catalog and who was obviously familiar with the song to be able to sing it, that was the worst possible song imaginable. Mercedes bit was breathtaking obviously, a little pitchy in places, but only someone with a vast amounts of training would have heard it. Sorry, I'm rambling. So how did it go?" she said it all very fast and in one breath.

"Rachel, we were in a church, attending a wedding, how do you think it went?" Kurt answered, sounding a lot more snappy than he meant. "Sorry. With no reception, this is our day over, so…"

"Well maybe this is a good thing." Rachel offered. "I mean, things between you and Adam are going well. Maybe this is god's way of telling you that you are ready to make that transition from dating to relationship." Kurt was in no way taking relationship advice from miss Rachel Berry. Not only was her relationship with Finn the choir room joke, but this new open New York relationship she had with Brody was tedious and trashy. Luckily he was saved answering her as they got outside to see Emma's parents jumping up and down with joy.

"Oh Rusty!" Emma's mom exclaimed as she dangled off her husband's neck. "I'm so happy our little freaky-deaky decided against such a horrible idea. I need a drink to celebrate!"

"Forget that Rose. We need a party to celebrate." Rusty cried with delight. "The receptions all been paid for, so lets go." he turned to look at all the Glee kids and alumni. "You singing kids are more than welcome to attend of course."

And then they skipped away to their car, screaming about freedom of gingers or something. Kurt stood there bemused just watching them. What horrible people!

"Well, that's settled. Let's go." Santana decided for the group and began pulling Quinn by the arm.

"Wouldn't it be weird?" Ryder asked with a frown on his face. Santana looked ready to slap him. "I mean, we are Mr. Shue's guests after all. Shouldn't we be like doing a man hunt for her or something?"

"White boys right. I wouldn't feel comfortable being there without Will's permission." Mercedes added.

"Fine, I'll go ask." Santana huffed, let go of Quinn and stormed back into the church.

"So, are you going to the party if we get the green light?" Puck asked from behind Kurt and the countertenor nearly had a heart attack. Where the hell had he come from?

"I think I can be persuaded." Kurt purred by complete accident and nearly died of embarrassment because of it. Blaine turned around and caught Kurt's eye and frowned, observing the way Puck was practically pressed up against his ex. Kurt felt Puck shift a little closer so he was pressed right up against Kurt's back and ass. Kurt, with faith obviously not being on his side today, let out a small moan at the contact as thigh pressed to thigh, back pressed to chest and ass pressed to cock. Puck chuckled darkly, his breath ghosting over Kurt's ear and causing an involuntary shiver to run down the New Yorkers spine. Fuck, Puck was so hot!

"Permission granted!" Santana smirked as she sashayed out into the churchyard. "Lets go gets our grove on."

Everyone cheered quietly, in hopes Will wouldn't hear their happiness at such a shit time for their teacher. Kurt would have found the sight comical if it hadn't been for the hand that was oh so very slowly caressing its way up the back on his thigh, around to the front and dipping into his pants pocket.

His breathing hitch as he subconsciously leaned back against Puck's firm, broad and muscular chest while the hand in his pocket came dangerously close to his erection. Puck's hand!

Unfortunately, actually very fortunately considering they were in public and in front of their friends, Puck's hand disappeared all too soon.

"The 20 I owe you." Puck whispered seductively. "See you at the party, Hummel."

And then he was gone, off with Ryder, Marley, Jake and Mercedes, getting into his car without a single backwards glance at Kurt.

Had that really happened? Had Kurt been so desperate and horny that he imagined the whole entire thing? Snapping out of his aroused state, Kurt dove his hand into his pocket and sure enough, crumpled up, was a 20 dollar bill. Kurt eyed it for a second before realizing what the fuck just happened.

Noah Puckerman had just cock teased him!

Oh, two can play at that game.

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