Chapter 6

In a brazen attempt to fight off his blush and rock hard cock, Kurt swallowed tightly and turned to face the man he had just seen in the buff. And fuck, was it the hottest thing Kurt had ever viewed.

"Can I have my phone back please." Kurt croaked as he held out a shaky hand.

Puck looked like he was deliberating his options as he stared hard at Kurt's reddened face before finally handing the phone out to place in Kurt's outstretched palm. The second Kurt grasped his phone, he was yanked forward so his whole body was pressed tightly against Puck's. A sound that sounded mixed between a gasp of shock and a moan of arousal escaped Kurt's lips and Puck smirked at him as they stood face to face, nose to nose, so close that their breaths ghost across each others face and mingled into one.

"What are you up to, Princess?" Puck asked in a husky voice as his lips moved just millimeters away from Kurt's while his arm snaked itself around Kurt's slender waist, pushing their bodies impossibly closer. Kurt groaned and bit his bottom lip as he felt Puck's swelling appendage dig into his hipbone.

"What are you playing at Puckerman? Kurt answered back in a snappier tone than what was meant. "You're like a bad Katy Perry song. What's with the mixed messages?" Kurt bravely asked as he desperately tried to ignore the fact that it was impossible for Puck not to feel his own arousal.

"Just trying to decided if it's worth it." Puck breathed and placed his forehead against Kurt's.

Kurt was momentarily stumped by the answer. Worth what? The repercussions of going gay for a day? Did Puck think Kurt would fall in love with him afterwards? The second idea almost had Kurt chuckling aloud.

"Oh, I'm worth it alright baby." Kurt purred and almost cringed at the term of endearment. Puck's eyes, however, dilated with lust at the words and Kurt found himself struggling to find moister in his mouth. "I'm the best you never had." OK, maybe that was stretching it a bit. Kurt knew he wasn't bad in bed, Blaine complimented him enough times to know that, but Puck had had hundreds of girls.

"You doing anything tonight?" Puck asked in a shaky voice as his smoky hazel stare penetrated Kurt's glasz orbs.

Although Kurt had wanted and somewhat planned for this, he was genuinely surprised that it had come so far. The idea of being able to seduce the sexy Noah Puckerman was a fucking beautiful fantasy but if Kurt was being honest with himself, he never thought it could become a reality. Until now.

"You, if you're lucky." the confidences that came from feeling Puck's fat hard member against him was intoxicating. I'm causing Puckzilla to stand to attention. Me, Kurt Hummel.

"That dirty little mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day." Puck warned seductively as he pulled back his head slightly and dropped his gaze to said feature. Kurt licked his lips slowly.

"I was kind of hoping for that day to be today."

"Kurt, you and Blaine are up." Sam's voice broke the spell and Puck quickly retracted his arm from Kurt's back and stepped backwards. Sam gave Puck a look that Kurt couldn't comprehend before the stud sat back in his seat and took a swing of his soda, looking totally casual like nothing had just happened. Kurt frowned at the bipolar behavior and allowed Sam to drag him away towards the stage. "Think with your head, not with your dick, Kurt." Sam warned and pushed him up the steps to the raised platform.

Kurt sang 'Just can't get enough' on autopilot with Blaine by his side, all the while trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Why did everyone, the guys in particular, keep trying to warn Kurt off of his plan to fuck Puck? Did they really think that Kurt didn't know about Puck's flippant attitude when it came to sex? Did they really think Kurt was too naive and vulnerable to actually develop feelings for the man? It was Puck's nonchalant attitude that made Kurt agree to Rachel's idea in the first place. A casual, hot as hell fuck with no strings attached. With the hottest guy to come out of Lima in a long time. Kurt knew exactly what he was getting himself into and it didn't dissuade him, in fact, it aroused him further. Knowing that he could experience what many cougars and cheerleaders had bragged about. Puck was the trophy boy, someone that everyone craved to possess and for tonight, if things went his way, that trophy would be in the hands of Kurt.

"Kurt, can I have a word?" it was Blaine. Apparently the song had finished and he was being ushered off the stage by his ex. Confused about his total mind blank, Kurt nodded and turned around to see a strange expression of Blaine's face. "I noticed that you and Puck seemed to be getting along rather well tonight and I couldn't help wondering…" he trailed off, looking sheepish.

"Nothing is going on between me and Puck." Kurt lied easily, because, quite frankly, it was no longer any of Blaine's business. "We are just catching up." Kurt could tell that Blaine didn't believe a word of it.

"Listen Kurt, I know this all seems like fun and games, but you have to take into account… oh crap, Tina!" Blaine gasped and ducked out of sight and ran away as the enraged looking Asian stomped his way.

Kurt had no time to process what the hell was going on when Tina started going crazy at him.

"I don't like the way you treat Blaine, there I said it." she told him sternly. "You're here, you're in New York, you're at Vogue dot com, you're at NYADA, who are you Kurt?"

Kurt was stunned and slightly offended and was just about to say something when Tina continued on with her little crazy rampage.

"Meanwhile, Blaine's been here lonely, and yes he cheated but we are all human Kurt, we deserve to be loved back, Kurt."

"OK, Tina." Kurt quickly interjected with a fake smile. "I say this with total love, but the moment we all saw coming is finally here. You're a hag, you're hagged out, you're in love with Blaine and it's creepy. Stop!"

"What do you know about love?" Tina countered, mirroring Kurt's defensive pose of crossing her arms over her chest. "You are too slutted out to even see what your doing to Puck. You think you can just cum and go. You already done it with Blaine and I had to be the one to support him. Who took him to Sadie Hawkins? Me! Who put him in bed while he was sick and rubbed vapor rub on his little muscley chest while he slept?"

Kurt was about to ask what the fuck she meant by the fly away Puck comment, but his brain malfunctioned on the last thing Tina said. "Huh?"

"What?" Tina stuttered, looking petrified. "No.. I mean- this isn't about me Kurt, I have to go!" she screeched and stormed off.

"Did you vapor rape my ex boyfriend?" Kurt asked scandalized and disgusted. "Don't walk away from me Tina Cohen-Chang." but she was already gone.

This day was turning out to be the craziest, most fucked up days of his life. And that was a feat in itself.

"Sounded pretty good up there." Puck said as he danced, rather awfully, up to Kurt, who shook his head in an attempt to slow down his brain.

"I hardly remember it, it was a blur." Kurt replied honestly and looked at Puck who was moving from foot to foot in time with the music and smiling. Not smirking, smiling. "How did I sound?"

"Perfect." Puck replied seriously. "As usual."

Kurt frowned at him for a second before expertly scolding his features to a blank expression. That wasn't the first compliment he had received from Puck today in a non flirtatious way. First the brains and beauty comment and now this one. Was this how Puck wooed his prey? If so, Kurt liked it, judging from the butterflies that started fluttering in his stomach.

"Why, thank you kind sir." Kurt said in a posh voice and stuck his nose up in the air before catching sight of Sue Sylvester, still in a wedding dress, walk up on stage with the beautiful bouquet in her hands, demanding the single ladies to gather around. Kurt sighed dreamily. "Is it really gay of me to want to snatch the bouquet from whichever lucky girl catches it?"

"Nope, not gay at all." Puck answered as he stopped dancing and pulled Kurt over towards the buffet table, out of the way of the giggling girls. Kurt noticed Rachel was among them as well as the rather intoxicated looking pair that were Santana and Quinn. "You just know what you like and you like what you see. It's cool that you know what you want."

Kurt turned around just as Rachel became the lucky son of a bitch to grab the bunch. "And I don't just stop at flowers." Kurt purred seductively and fixed Puck's deep purple tie, caressing it gently with his long slender fingers. Before Kurt could stop himself and luckily so, because he wanted it all out in the open, he whispered into Puck's ear.

"I want you."