Catalyst

Chapter 22

By Dani J.

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have decided to just be friends and the dapper boy realized he really missed Dalton Academy so he's gone back. No Klaine-bashing is intended, it just wouldn't have worked for this fic. However, Kurt has an admirer in a new kid… and Puck isn't happy at all but doesn't seem willing to step up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever. Blame RM and company for this unfairly attractive and addictive group of characters. Well, except for my cute, original character, Kristopher.

A/N: There are not enough words to apologize, you guys, for the long break. I hope you're all still with me and continue to enjoy my little saga. Thanks for the reviews and favorites, they are such a huge boost.

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Last chapter: Will stared at the door before shaking his head. Not for the first time he heaved a sigh and a prayer, thankful that his teenage years were long past.

God, maybe the name should be changed to Drama Club, he thought now as he tiredly returned to shuffling all the papers Figgins had given him back into his satchel. Things could not be any more melodramatic if it were.

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Kris fell into step beside Santana as she came out the front doors of the school, eyeing the odd expression on her face. He hadn't been inside the choir room but he knew something must have happened when he saw the looks on the faces of the other Glee kids. Now as he walked silently beside his co-conspirator, he only hoped whatever it was hadn't set back their plans.

Santana glanced up at the gangly boy beside her, stopped and turned to him. "I think I may have underestimated Ladyface back there," she began.

Kris gaped at her. "What? How_ No, what exactly happened in there? I thought you had a foolproof plan?!"

Santana glanced around at the now empty parking lot and then glared back up at him. "He's way more confident about Puck than I thought, okay? I have to find some other way of shaking him up… or, maybe…"

The way she looked up at him with an odd gleam in her eye made him feel suddenly uncomfortable. He wondered what other nefarious idea had just occurred to her and waited for her to explain.

Santana smirked as she slid oversized dark shades onto her nose and looked at him over the top of the frames. "Don't worry; I'll get you into those skin-tights of his… real soon."

Turning towards where her car was parked, her ponytail swinging sassily, she flicked her fingers at him in a 'come along' gesture. "Follow me; we have plans to make."

He headed to his bike and climbed on, settling his helmet on as he watched her slide behind the wheel of her sporty little hybrid. He waited for her to head out before falling in behind her, his mind wandering over all the possible ideas she could come up with to separate Kurt and Puckerman.

Kris rolled his eyes as he gunned the motor of his powerful bike. Seriously, Santana clearly thought of herself as some teen criminal mastermind or something, but he was beginning to lose faith in her abilities. She just might have come up against a situation that she could not pervert to her own ends but he was willing to go along, just because he really wanted Kurt back… well, at least back in his arms.

Kurt sighed happily as he fell onto his back, gazing up at the ceiling with a goofy grin on his face. He turned his head to glance at the tanned boy panting beside him and then chuckled.

"Wow, you really do deserve that reputation, don't you," he said teasingly, his voice husky and breathy as he stroked the back of one hand down Puck's damp chest.

Puck lifted up onto one elbow and gazed down at Kurt's flushed face, taking in the bright blue eyes and the lush, pink lips. He realized he probably had an equally goofy grin on his face but he couldn't help it.

When they'd got downstairs to Kurt's room after coming home from the fiasco that was Glee club meeting, Kurt had jumped him before he could even put his backpack down. He'd barely had time to catch him, sliding his hands down Kurt's butt to his legs and lifting him onto him just as they fell onto the huge bed.

Kurt had kissed him hungrily, almost as if he was staking his claim again on Puck, the thought of Santana's outrageous behavior spurring him on. Puck didn't mind at all; he wouldn't mind Kurt staking his claim every single day if it got him the mind-blowing orgasm that had followed.

They were both sweaty and sticky in their pants but Puck couldn't care less. The memory of Kurt's lips and tongue and teeth nipping, sucking and licking him to a frenzy was enough wank-worthy material to last a good while.

"Hey," Puck murmured now as his breathing evened out, one hand smoothing up Kurt's chest, the edge of his pinky just caressing one sweet, pink nipple. God, he loved the way Kurt looked, especially after coming; he couldn't get enough of him and a part of his mind wondered if maybe he had always been gay and hadn't realized it.

"Hey," Kurt murmured back, his eyes riveted on Noah's and smiling as he licked his lips. Immediately Noah's eyes riveted to his lips and he did it again… and was rewarded when their came together again in another devouring kiss.

Noah eased down onto his back, taking Kurt with him so the slimmer boy was resting atop him. Kurt was a little heavier than what he was used to, but not by much. He slid his hands down to the delectable ass and squeezed rhythmically, swallowing the soft sounds Kurt emitted.

Kurt gentled the kiss and lifted his head, his eyes sleepy as he stared down at his boyfriend. With a last little peck to Noah's full lips, he rested his head on the muscular chest and sighed.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to slap Santana, right there in the choir room," he murmured, his hand stroking over the smooth, tanned skin. His head bobbed as Noah chuckled.

"Yeah, you looked pretty calm on the outside but I'm beginning to know the signs," Noah said with a grin in his voice. He rather liked the very possessive way Kurt had reacted; even though it looked like Santana was interested in him again, he knew it was more because of a dog-in-the-manger attitude. She didn't really want him – she just didn't want Kurt to have him. He, therefore, was not flattered at all by her renewed interest. He could definitely do without people like her in his life. Kurt was the genuine thing and he was not going to let anything, or anyone, get in their way.

He looked at Kurt now, taking in every single feature as if committing it to memory. He couldn't understand how, not so long ago, he was walking around, luring Cheerios into the janitors' closets around the school, seducing MILFs and just generally being a typical horndog and now, he was simply different.

Lifting a hand to trace along Kurt's eyebrow and watching the thick lashes fall, he sighed. Everything about Kurt appealed to him, from the pale, smooth skin to the lush lips… not to mention the surprisingly fit body that was almost always concealed beneath layers of designer clothing. Kurt's body had been a surprise to him… a happy one... and so far he'd gotten Kurt off with mutual hand jobs, but he was looking forward to so much more. He felt himself hardening as he thought about it and grinned unrepentantly when Kurt suddenly stared back at him.

Kurt smirked as he felt Noah's body reacting to his, even so soon after they had brought each other off.

"Well, well, I think we need to get going before we get distracted again, don't you?" His voice was seductive, belying the intent of the words but Noah knew he was serious. Kurt got a little domineering when he had plans and right now they were supposed to be doing their homework assignments before his dad got home.

Noah knew that Kurt's dad kind of liked him but he really did not want to push his luck. If he came home and found them working diligently, it could only go that much further to getting the man to really accept him as Kurt's boyfriend. He sighed now in a longsuffering manner and then grinned when Kurt giggled.

They finally separated from each other, Kurt handing him wipes to take care of himself while he popped into his en suite to take care of business. Then they headed upstairs to get a snack before settling down to their work, which Kurt preferred they do, spread out in the family room.

An hour later, Burt came in to find both boys working hard and as he headed into the kitchen for a drink, he could hear Kurt bossing Noah around. Burt shook his head, realizing once again how much Kurt was like his sweet Elizabeth and he smiled in reminiscence. Noah was a lucky boy, if he only realized it… and if he didn't, he was here to remind him.

Coming back out to the family room, Burt settled into his favorite recliner, took up the remote and clicked onto his favorite channel. He looked over at Kurt, taking in the focused way he looked at Noah when he was talking to him, apparently explaining something from their English homework. Burt realized that, in the first flush of their relationship, no one else existed for Kurt. All that he was, all that he felt was there for Noah; in turn, the jock looked at Kurt as if all his Hanukkah gifts were in the form of one slender, pale-skinned boy.

Burt chuckled, drawing the attention of both boys and he shook his head at their questioning looks. "Oh, no, no; don't mind me. This show is pretty interesting."

Kurt looked at the TV and all he saw was that loud-mouthed infomercial guy. He narrowed his eyes at his dad, getting the feeling that it wasn't anything on the screen that had amused his dad, but he didn't press the matter.

He got up while closing some of his textbooks and looked at Noah. "Want to help me get dinner ready, sweetie?"

Burt held back a snort of amusement as color flooded the other boy's high cheekbones. Kurt had got to learn not to use that endearment in public, if the jock was going to retain any street cred.

Noah glanced at Mr. Hummel and then back at his boyfriend before nodding. "Am I staying for dinner?"

It was an oblique way of asking if the older man was okay with him staying but Kurt jumped in before his dad could say anything. With a haughty tilt to his pointy nose he reached his hand down to Noah.

"Of course you're staying!" And that was that.

Noah followed the slim figure as Kurt led the way to the kitchen, flicking a quick glance at Kurt's grinning dad. Oy, I'm so whipped.

Kristopher sat in Santana's bedroom, his discomfort manifest in the way his eyes flickered around the room, unable to come to rest on any one thing for too long.

Santana sauntered from the bathroom where she had gone to change, a move indicating that she still had some modesty somewhere in her.

"Okay, here's what you have to do," she began as she climbed onto her bed and curled up her slender tanned legs comfortably beneath her. "You have to make a serious move on Lady Lips."

Kris stared at her disbelievingly. "Um, Santana, this is Kurt we're talking about."

"So?"

"So? What do you mean, 'so'? I may have only known him for days compared to you, but even I can tell that he's seriously into Puckerman! What do you want me to do, kidnap him?" He scoffed loudly at that before rolling his eyes and getting up.

"Hold on, chico! The boy likes you, okay! I've seen the way he's been with you, smiling and flirting; Puckerman just probably slipped past you in the ratings because of some emotional bullshit, but Kurt is just like any other boy – fickle!"

Kris bristled at that but knew better than to contradict the volatile Latina outright. He raised his palms outward in a calming gesture. "Okay, okay, calm down. What do you have in mind?"

Santana smiled as she settled back against the pillows and crossed her arms behind her head. "I think you should take a leaf out of Puck's book."

Kris frowned at her, not understanding. "What – what leaf?"

A string of Spanish curses left the girl as she rolled her eyes and Kris suppressed a moue of distaste. He hated when girls swore; heck, he himself didn't like to swear, something that usually set him apart from the other kids he'd known. However, he waited patiently for her to answer him.

"Appeal to Kurt's emotions, moron! Can't you think of something that would get through his self-absorbed armor?"

Kris almost rolled his eyes at her calling Kurt self-absorbed. She was so into herself she didn't realize or care whom she was hurting in her 'quest' to get whatever she set her eyes on. Still, she just might have a point.

Kurt was a fairly soft-hearted guy and if he came to him with a story, didn't come off arrogant or cocky, he might have a chance. He didn't see how Puckerman could compete with him, not really, because he had so much more to offer Kurt. Puckerman had the home court advantage in that he and Kurt had history. It was lucky for him that not all the history between Kurt and Puckerman was good; maybe he could play on that, point out Puckerman's failings, but not in too obvious a way. Hmmm, Santana just might be onto a winner here.

Grabbing the strap of his backpack and settling it onto one shoulder, Kris turned to her now and smiled confidently. "Okay, that might just work. In the meantime, you'll keep pester- uhm, distracting Puckerman?"

Her shiny black eyes narrowed at his slip but she simply nodded, flicking her fingers at him in dismissal. Boy, how he hated when she did that!

He left the Lopez house, his mind awhirl with possible scenarios to play on Kurt's compassionate nature. Even as he set the GPS to find his way home, half his mind was on how he was going to 'woo' Kurt away from Puckerman. A smile stretched his lips and his handsome face lit up, picturing a time, not too far away, when Kurt would be riding with him on the back of his bike. Oh, yeah, he had a lot in his arsenal and he was going to pull out the big guns to get Kurt back.

The next day found Kris setting his plan into place. He was standing by Kurt's locker, trying to look as harmless as possible but with a faint, friendly smile in place.

Kurt's footsteps slowed as he neared the boy and his locker, his eyebrows rising in silent query.

"Oh, hi, Kris, what's up?"

Kris straightened up away from the locker, his eyes lighting up as Kurt drew closer. The slender singer was wearing a white, long-sleeved button-up shirt with a slender black tie, his signature tight jeans in a pale grey and black, ankle-high boots. What intrigued Kris was that Kurt was wearing black, fingerless gloves. It was sexy on Kurt and Kris found his eyes were glued to Kurt's hands even as he responded.

"Hello, beautiful." He grinned when Kurt rolled his eyes but didn't otherwise look offended. "Love the look; want to go for a ride later? You're already half-dressed for it."

This was not what Kris had planned to say but the gloves had thrown him off. Kurt narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips and stared up at him. Kris raised a placating hand and shook his head.

"Okay, okay, that's not what I'm here for – really." When Kurt simply opened his locker but looked at him over the door, he continued. "Uhm, remember the project? You promised to help me and the AV guys?"

Kurt took out the books he needed, then closed and locked the locker. "I kind of thought that was just a way for you to get to me, Kristopher. Did you seriously want my help?"

Kris fell into step beside him and nodded, looking earnestly at the suspicious singer. "Of course I want your help. I love your voice and I want you to narrate it. Why would you think I wasn't serious?"

He smirked inwardly when he saw the faint color suddenly wash Kurt's cheeks. The other boy flicked a little glance at him before looking straight ahead.

"You were just so flirty and when we did end up at your house_ well, you remember." Kurt's voice was soft, clearly not wanting the other kids in the busy hallway to hear him.

Kris grinned at Kurt and slipped his hand to the small of Kurt's back, ostensibly to move him out of the way of a group of jocks heading in their direction. Kurt didn't even seem to notice it; he just moved to the side of the corridor as they continued on their way. Kris really wanted to touch more, wondering if he slipped his hand down and acted as if it was an accident, if he could get away with it. No, he thought now, Kurt was pretty sharp and he did not want to fall anymore in the 'ratings', according to Santana.

"So," he asked now, "would you want to meet up later while we go over some stuff?"

Kurt pursed his lips as he thought about it. He didn't have any specific plans after school with Noah; in fact, he had planned to sort out some clothes in his closet that he wanted to give to Goodwill. That could be done anytime, though; he was free that evening then to help Kris with his project.

"Okay, how about this evening, about 6? My house, though," he added hurriedly, throwing a quick glance at the taller teen.

Kris nodded, trying not to look too eager. Yes, that was perfect, actually. He could try and get into the father's good books, maybe talk some automotive stuff with the man. Puckerman didn't look as if he would be in any dad's good books so he would definitely beat him out there.

"Yeah, actually, that's a great idea. Your dad could even take a look at my bike if he wanted to," he said, almost wincing at how much like a suck up he sounded.

Kurt looked at him with a tiny smile. "Oh, my dad won't be there; today is one of his days to work late, give the other guys a break, you know," and he strutted ahead to slip into his classroom just as the bell rang.

Kris stood in the hallway, stunned and his mind racing – not to mention the way other parts perked up at the thought of him and Kurt alone in his house. Yes, he was in!

Kurt grinned as he slipped into the house, calling out to check if Finn was home. The ensuing silence didn't surprise him; the house had that feeling that a sensitive person could tell that it was empty. Kurt hummed to himself as he headed down to his room, slinging his backpack onto the couch as he passed it.

Kris would be there in a couple of hours and Kurt had a feeling the boy had been stunned when he'd told him his dad wouldn't be home until late. Kurt was not naïve; he knew that Kris had not given up on trying to get into his pants, regardless of the fact that Kurt was with Noah now.

He slipped out of his clothes and headed into the shower, sighing as the water cascaded down onto him. He loved the idea that he was washing the day away, refreshing himself for whatever came later. He'd had lunch with Noah, well not so much with him alone as they were with the rest of the Glee club. Noah was supposed to have football practice so they weren't going to hang out later. He'd told him that he would be working on the project with Kristopher and although he hadn't looked pleased, he hadn't said anything about it. He'd simply nodded and continued to play with Kurt's fingers beneath the table.

Kurt's eyes got dreamy as he thought about Noah, how sexy he was, how surprisingly sweet and how strangely docile he was with Kurt. As he soaped his slender body, he let his mind run to the time when he and Noah would finally go the whole way, imagining himself writhing beneath the muscular boy. He started to harden and he let his hands slip down and wrap around his length. He loved masturbating in the shower, what with his penchant for cleanliness and as he finally shuddered to a climax, he smiled.

It wouldn't be long before he got Noah where he really wanted him – in his hot body. Sex with Blaine had been good, very good, but it hadn't blown his mind. He had a feeling, from just the few hand jobs he and Noah had indulged in, that full on sex with him was going to be earth-shaking.

He finished washing quickly, mindful of the soon-cooling water and got out of the tub. He walked into his room with just his towel wrapped around him and sat at his vanity table, his mind still on Noah and the future. He rubbed his moisturizer into his skin, musing now on the fact that he needed to replenish his supplies and then thought of taking Noah with him the next time he went shopping. Mercedes would just have to understand, he thought with a smirk. It was time Noah was educated on the fine art of shopping with Kurt Hummel.

He finally slipped into one of his more conservative 'at-home' outfits – soft sweats and a football jersey that Finn had outgrown – and then went upstairs to fix himself a snack. It was nice to have the house to himself and he savored the silence while he ate. He glanced at the clock, startled to see that it was later than he'd thought and then hurried downstairs to retrieve his homework.

Kris might be glad that he and Kurt would be alone but Kurt hadn't told him that Carole would be home within minutes of his arrival. He grinned to himself; the other boy was pretty transparent, though he didn't realize it, and Kurt wanted to see how he would react when the rest of Kurt's family turned up.

Precisely at six, the doorbell rang. Kurt, who had just come back from a quick trip to the powder room, grinned to himself and skipped to the door. He flung it open and welcomed Kris inside with a happy, "Hey, you're a punctual guy!"

Kris grinned at Kurt's surprisingly casual appearance. 'Wow, no skinnies tonight,' he thought. 'I wonder if that's an invitation?' He shook his head at himself and greeted Kurt.

"Hey, Kurt, you look like a guy who appreciates punctuality so, here I am!" They chuckled as Kurt led the way into the family room, Kris a little disappointed that the oversized jersey hid one of Kurt's best assets from view.

Kurt indicated one of the couches and said, "I thought we could work in here," and Kris nodded.

"Yeah, it's cool. I think we could use the TV to look over what we've got filmed so far and you could look over the script we came up with."

Kurt raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that the AV guys had actually worked on so much stuff already. "Okay, yeah, we can do that. Uhm, would you like something to drink – water, soda?"

Kris nodded and asked quite politely for soda, to which Kurt responded that he had a choice of Sprite or Coke. "Coke, please," Kris said, his eyes running over Kurt's form and coming up to the slightly tousled hair. His fingers itched to sink into the thick mass and he bit his lip as Kurt turned to head into the kitchen.

Kurt's mind was on fetching the soda and glasses, wondering if maybe Kris preferred to drink out of the can when he felt him come up behind him. He turned with the two soda cans in his hand, about to ask if he'd changed his mind.

Kris's mouth covered his, muffling the first of his words and he found himself being kissed hungrily. He brought his hands up, still with the cold soda cans in them and pushed at Kris's shoulders, his eyes wide.

"Mmmph, Kristopher, what the heck?!"

His lips damp from the assault, he stared at the taller teen who had stepped back and was running a hand down the back of his head. He looked a little abashed and Kurt frowned at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

Kris looked at Kurt apologetically. "Kurt, please, I'm so_"

Kurt interrupted him. "What's the matter with you?! Was this still a part of your plan?" He slammed the soda cans down on the kitchen table and pushed his way past the taller boy.

Kris sighed in frustration, cursing his lack of impulse control. "Kurt, please, it's not like that!"

Kurt stormed to the center of the family room and turned around to glare at him, his arms folded tightly across his body. "Are you going to try and convince me you actually came here to work on your project?"

Kris looked at his body language and immediately adjusted his. He dropped his head, allowed his shoulders to slump a bit and then said quietly, "I can't convince you but I did come here to work. I just_ you look so_" he stopped and sighed before looking back up, contrition all over his face. "I didn't plan to kiss you today."

Kurt's eyes flickered, surprised at Kristopher's admission. "Today? You had planned to kiss me another time, then?"

Kris took a seat on the couch and didn't look at Kurt. "Ever since I met you – you know it's true – I have wanted you, Kurt. I never made any bones about it; I think you're the most beautiful boy… and the kindest person I've ever met."

The silence stretched as the tension left Kurt and he moved to sit in the chair opposite the couch on which Kris was sitting, looking so disconsolate. Kurt watched him, trying to figure out if this was some kind of con but he knew Kris was speaking the truth. He had never denied finding Kurt attractive from the moment they'd met; Kurt had simply been blind-sided by his own unexpected attraction to Noah. Now Kris was doing what he guessed any red-blooded boy would do – try to win him back.

He sighed and looked away before turning back to the boy in front of him. "Kris, you know I'm with Noah now."

Kris looked up, his green eyes intense as he stared at Kurt. "But you haven't slept with him yet, I can tell."

Kurt flushed, his temper rising and his eyes hardening at Kris's words. "What the_! That's between Noah and me, nobody else!" He shot to his feet and Kris got up too, his eyes wide as he tried to speak but Kurt cut him off.

"You know what? I think I'm going to change my mind about working on this so-called project," Kurt said now, his ire truly engaged as he moved past the other boy. Kris, however, was not going to give up so easily. He grasped Kurt's arm gently, halting the slender boy.

"Please, Kurt, I wasn't lying about the project, okay," he said and then released Kurt's arm to sit on the couch again. He ran a hand over his close-cropped hair and sighed. "I just want at least one date before I leave, please?"

Kurt looked at him in surprise, his anger draining away, and he took his seat again. "Wait, leave? You just got here, Kristopher." The confusion was evident in his voice and Kris looked up at him, his eyes serious.

"Yeah, well, my dad's job isn't what he'd thought so he wants us to head back home by the end of the month." He sighed. "It's a real drag; I just got here… and I was starting to like it."

Kurt looked at him sympathetically. A part of him was just a tiny bit skeptical but the major part of him doubted that any sane person would come up with a story like that, just to wangle a date out of him.

The silence was broken by the sound of a key in the front door and Kurt tilted his head, listening carefully. Then he turned back to Kris and murmured, "My stepmom's here," before getting up to head to the foyer.

"Kurt, honey, come and get this bag for me, will you?"

Kris could hear Kurt's soft voice but he couldn't tell what he was saying. Suddenly a pleasant-looking woman came into the room and smiled at him warmly. "Hello, I'm Carole Hummel, Kurt's stepmom and Finn's mom."

Kris came over immediately and took her hand, smiling in that charming way that flattered older women. He smirked inwardly as her cheeks pinked. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Hummel," he said politely, his green eyes bright.

She chuckled and then asked, "Has Kurt gotten you something to drink?" Her eyes fell on the folders that presumably held some school work and she said, "Oh, were you boys working on something?"

Kurt appeared behind her and rolled her eyes at her unintentional double entendre. "We have a project to work on but I don't know if we'll get it done tonight."

Kris stared at Kurt, slightly aghast and Carole, seeing this, turned to Kurt. "Oh, no, go ahead, hon. I'll just get out of your way and let you get on with things."

It was Kris's turn to suppress a grin at her wording. "Thank you, Mrs. Hummel. Kurt's going to be perfect for this project." He wasn't averse to using anything to his advantage and he watched as Kurt narrowed his eyes at him before he followed his stepmom into the kitchen with the grocery sacks she'd handed him.

Kris sat back on the couch and crossed his fingers, hoping Kurt had bought his story. His dad's job had a one-month trial period but Kris knew he liked it well enough to stay on. Kurt didn't have to know that; the fact that there was a trial period made what he said only a borderline lie. All's fair in love and war, he reminded himself and then looked up quickly when Kurt came back into the room.

Kurt handed Kris his glass of soda before taking a seat again and sipping from his. He had decided that he would finish this project because he had given Kris his word. However, he wasn't certain that he wanted to go on a date with the other boy, simply because he was leaving soon. He thought about it while they drank, unaware of Kris's private gloating.

He was certain that Kurt would eventually give him a chance. Kurt's soft heart would not allow him to ignore any heartfelt plea; he just had to play it cool, not get beyond himself and pull another stunt like that one earlier in the kitchen. Still, he licked his lips as he remembered the feel of Kurt's mouth against his. If Kurt hadn't slept with Puckerman yet, it wouldn't be cheating if he got in there first, would it?

Kris smiled innocuously at Kurt, enjoying the sight of the other boy looking so innocent and delectable. Kurt was different from all his other conquests; an innate purity seemed to glow from him and Kris wanted him.

He would see to it that Kurt had a good time with him; he could taste the other boy's intoxicating, barely tapped sensuality and it would be his pleasure to awaken that side of Kurt, to educate him. When he was finished with him, Puckerman would get a better lover out of Kurt, because Kris would have seen to it. Puckerman should actually thank him, he thought now, and smiled down into his drink.

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TBC

A/N: Next up, Santana's Plan B. Mwah-ha-hah!