Chapter 7

"Why?" Puck asked sternly as he pushed Kurt away from him slightly to once again give one of those all too serious stares. "Why me?"

Kurt decided that from this point onward, to save him from an aneurysm, that he would shut down his mind and just let the words flow honestly. Vuitton, Puck was difficult when he wanted to be.

"Because you're hot." Kurt shrugged as if it was no big deal and the answer was obvious. "Because you are the only one who can come out of this with no emotional attachments. Because you understand that sex is just sex and we can leave each other afterwards and not let it effect our barely-there friendship."

Once again, Kurt was subjected to the hard long stare from those hazel eyes as if trying to calculate whether he was lying or not. Kurt didn't blame Puck for this, he probably had loads of girls promising no strings fun and then getting too attached. But it wasn't like that for Kurt. He knew the brain of a man because he was one himself, a horny teenage one at that. He knew full well what he was getting into and had no qualms about it. It was just bros helping bros, and he tried to project that in his face.

"So it's just sex? You haven't got feelings for me or anything?" Puck asked, eyes still penetrating. "Just a one time thing? No hang ups."

"Exactly." Kurt sighed in relief, hoping he had finally gotten it into Puck's thick skull.

And like that, the intense gaze was dropped as Puck crashed his lips against Kurt's and cupped the pale boy's cheek in his callused hand.

Lips fitted perfectly together, motionless but with pressure fueled by want and need. Kurt felt himself tense up and then relax as he exhaled through his nose. The way their lips molded together was sensual and beautiful and then Kurt's body acted on its own accord and dragged his mouth slightly over Puck's bottom lip, the feeling intensified and washed over him. Kurt slid one of his hands up to rest firmly on Puck's broad shoulder while the other latched itself securely onto Puck's hip as he felt his knees begin to tremble. Puck moved his hand from Kurt's heated cheek and snaked it until it came to rest at the nape of Kurt's neck, letting his other one wrap around the slender boy's waist as he deepened the kiss by opening his mouth slowly.

Kurt felt like his body was vibrating as the first touch of soft, wet muscle slide across the tip of his tongue and he moaned in ecstasy as he opened himself wider for Puck to explore. The unsteady breaths that came from Puck's nose and the feel of his hot and talented tongue helped Kurt taste the stud. Lemonade, mixed with mint with the slightest hint of nicotine had Kurt completely drunk on lust. This was Puck. Noah Puckerman was exploring his hot, wet cavern with his tongue and battling for dominance as the kiss became even deeper and more passionate. As mouths closed before opening up to each other once more, Puck gently scrapped his teeth along Kurt's swelling bottom lip and the friction of the subtly pleasurable pain sent shock waves through Kurt's body and pooled at his groin. Fuck, Noah Puckerman was a bloody brilliant kisser. His eagerness, skill and precision felt like an art that Puck had mastered and he was well and truly making love to Kurt's mouth with his own.

When lack of oxygen finally caught up with them, Puck pulled away slowly, dragging Kurt's bottom lip with him in his teeth before finally releasing it with a kitten lick.

"Wow!" Kurt breathed heavily as he fell back into a chair to catch his breath and that's when he felt it.

The stares.

Looking around him, chest still heaving, Kurt felt entirely exposed as half the guest openly stared at him, including all the Glee girls, minus Santana and Quinn, who were at the bar, rattling cocktail shakers. His brain half picked up on the fact that Rachel and Finn were no longer in sight as he scanned over the Glee boys, all of which were watching Puck.

Fuck, hadn't really thought about that!

If Puck could fuck a boy in private and have his sexuality crisis when Kurt was back home, that was one thing. But to blatantly broadcast their intentions publicly was something else entirely.

But Kurt didn't regret it, not for a fucking second. That kiss had been erotic, intense, passionate and just what he had always imagined a kiss from Puck to be. Not that he often went round imagining Puck's lips, which seemed like a crime in itself, because now Kurt had a taste, he was addicted. And if he had been feeling regret over it, Mike Chang walking past and fist bumping a smug looking Puck would have annihilated it.

"What happened to you Kurt?" Puck asked, taking Kurt off guard by the sheer randomness of the question and the use of his first name. "You went off to New York this sex shy boy in love and came back-well- like this." he motioned his hand up and down Kurt's body from where he sat.

"I grew up." Kurt shrugged, trying to act casual and urging himself not to stare longingly at Puck's mouth. "Heartbreak tends to do that to a person." he added flippantly as he began inspecting his nails as he twiddled his fingers together, feeling more awkward now than he did before the kiss.

"Yeah, I heard about that." Puck sighed and lent back in his chair. "Sucks man. For what it's worth, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you." he sounded sincere, kind of. Like honesty laced with a hint of 'it was inevitable anyway'.

"I'm not." Kurt replied. Because then I wouldn't of been able to experience that kiss, he added to himself silently. "Everything happens for a reason and all that." Puck hummed in agreement. Feeling slightly vulnerable and uncomfortable with the current topic, especially with Blaine a few feet away shooting him disappointed glances, Kurt changed to subject. "How are you liking the girls over in LALA land?" Kurt soundlessly praised himself for remembering Puck's next step after graduation. They hadn't seen each other since that day and never kept in touch.

"Don't live there anymore." Kurt's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Found out about my little brother from a different colored mother and moved back on Christmas day." Puck answered as he nodded his head towards Jake, who Kurt had briefly had the displeasure of meeting at the start of term auditions for Glee Club where he went crazy for getting cut off mid song. Puck's brother? Explains the attitude problem then.

"What you doing with yourself now?" Kurt asked, finding himself genuinely interested.

"In-between getting eye fucked at weddings-" Kurt blushed and looked down at his shoes "- I'm working on my screenplay. I like Keanu for the lead."

"Screenplay?" Kurt couldn't hide the tone of surprise in his voice. "Like writing and stuff?" Puck nodded proudly and Kurt didn't have the heart to remind the man that he couldn't spell to save his life. "Well, I must take a gander at the script one day. If you ever need an inspiring actor with a flawless complexion, you know where to look." he teased and was rewarded by Puck kicking him in the ankle playfully.

"I'll email it to you Mr. Hummel." Puck said in a business like tone which had Kurt chuckling. It was quiet for a couple of minutes after that and Kurt was surprised to find that the silence wasn't as uncomfortable as before. It was nice and gave Kurt time to get his head in the game while Puck was obviously thinking through his own shit. If he had to ability to think, that was. "So-" Puck started as Finn and Rachel appeared on stage and starting singing 'We got Tonite' "Party's practically over, wanna make a private one of our own up in my room?" he emphasized the point by waggling his eyebrows like Kurt wouldn't pick up on the obvious hint.

Kurt jumped from his seat and practically dragged Puck up and out of the hall, ignoring the concerned looks of his peers as he pulled his soon to be lover over to the stairwell. "Come on, you Neanderthal." Kurt giggled as he ran up the stairs and felt Puck grab his ass with almost each step. Once they made it to the second floor, impulse took over and he wrapped his arm around Puck's waist as they walked and lent his head on Puck's shoulder as the broader man wrapped his arm over Kurt's.

"We've got tonite, who needs tomorrow. We've got tonite babe, why don't we stay." Kurt sang softly, Rachel and Finn's duet still stuck in his head as Puck opened the door of room 206.

As Puck entered the room, Kurt took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself and as he did so, spotted Santana and Quinn staggering towards room 216.

Santana noticed him as she drunkenly followed an equally intoxicated Quinn and threw him a cheeky wink in which he returned before she disappeared into her room.

Let's do this!

Kurt looked back into his room and saw Puck sitting there, waiting for him on the bed, and with a smirk, Kurt entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Ya'll know what's coming next!