Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Genre: Slash, Romance, kind of AU?
Note: I started working on this since "Michael" episode, so some things are different from the canon presented on the rest of 3rd season. Also, I hope you like my take on things.
Song used on this chapter: "Too Close" (Alex Clare)
Quiet in my town - Chapter three
"You guys are late! Puck, I thought you were supposed to make Kurt leave early."
Puck winced at Rachel's exclamation. Kurt actually blushed.
"It's my fault, I got caught on drawing. And I did this." He pulled a portfolio from his bag "I had wonderful ideas of outfits for you Santana."
The latina squealed and made grabby hands as Kurt passed the drawings with a little smile. Puck whispered to him.
"Nice deflection there."
"I have practice."
Puck winked at him and laughed.
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Kurt seriously couldn't remember having that much fun in a long, long time. They went to the pier near Brooklyn Bridge and acted like total tourists, taking several photos of each other and walking on the small shopping that had there. Puck sighed and crossed his arms over Rachel and Santana squealing and giggling at the Victoria Secrets store, but he was laughing when Kurt started to make him select panties, one more lascivious than the other, to give his girls as a gift.
And if with each malicious grin that adorned Puck's face made Kurt's heart beat a little faster, nobody needed to know.
After a late lunch at Domino's, they took the subway and went to Central Park. The day was cool in the autumn weather and the park was full of brown and yellowish trees, the leaves adorning the ground. He watched as Santana and Rachel talked, walking ahead of them, like they were friends for a long time.
"She totally wants into Rachel's panties."
Kurt gaped as he turned to look at Puck, who was watching the girls with amusement.
"Noah, what the hell?!"
"I'm just saying." answered Puck with a shrug. "Santana always expend this much attention on someone only when she wants to bang them."
"Not that it's any of my business, but what happened to Brittany?"
"They broke up about one year ago, give or take. I think they are still friends and everything, but…Santana doesn't talk with me about this. You know how she is."
Kurt nodded, agreeing. He looked surreptiously at Rachel and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag. But before he could even pick one, Puck quickly picked the pack and threw on the nearest trash can.
"Hey!"
"I gave this addiction, I'm gonna take it out of you."
"What the…"
"If you want to be on your top singing condition, we're gonna break this habit." Puck laughed. "Trust me, it's hard, but it's worth it. And with your voice…"
"What about my voice?"
Puck arched his eyebrow.
"You do know I always thought you have an amazing voice, right?"
It was just the wind that was making his cheeks pink. His lips quirked up.
"Thanks…I guess."
"You're welcome." Puck approached and enveloped Kurt by his shoulders, giving an affectionate squeeze. "Now, lesson number one on cigarette rehab…"
Kurt could barely hear anything with the rush of blood through his ears. It's been such a long time since he felt like this, since…Blaine.
He didn't know what to do with it.
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"Puck totally wants into Kurt's pants."
Rachel giggled and looked behind them as swift as she could, watching as Puck was close to Kurt, talking and hugging him. She linked her arms with Santana.
"Totally. And you know what? I think it would be good for him."
"Really? Puck would be good for him?"
"I don't know, you tell me!" Rachel sighed, a small puff of white air appearing in front of her. "Noah wasn't the bad boy he tried to show everybody back in school. The times we were…together, he was always very sweet."
Santana shrugged.
"True, at the beginning, when he discovered he wanted to bang boys as much as girls, he slept around. A lot. But now…"
"Not that I think Kurt needs a new boyfriend. I think he needs someone to make him let go of Blaine for good."
"What did the fancy boy did?"
Rachel huffed, almost pouting. Santana licked her lips unconsciously and moved her body closer.
"It's not that he did anything, you know? Both were clearly not happy with each other anymore, but they were still together…kind of like me and Finn in the end." She smiled at Santana's huff when she mentioned the boy's name. "Me and Finn breaking up was the best thing for us. Kurt and Blaine couldn't see that it was the same for them too, and…it was just painful to watch."
"Did Blaine cheat on him?"
"Wouldn't that be easier?" said Rachel with a snort.
Santana nodded, agreeing. She looked back again and smirked. Then turned to the girl beside her and her smirk widened.
"We should totally make them hook up."
Rachel almost dislodged from her excited flail.
"Oh my God, a matchmaking! I'm totally on board!"
Santana laughed at Rachel's antics and ignored the little hitch in her own breath at seeing it.
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It was the first snow storm of the season and it came down hard. Rachel, Santana, Puck and Kurt were inside a restaurant watching the snowflakes fall heavily from the sky. They were waiting for Mercedes and Sam to arrive, after Rachel shot a quick text to them, but it seemed that wouldn't happen; not with that weather.
"Maybe another round of fries?" said Kurt, bored out of his mind.
"Maybe another round of shots too?" suggested Rachel.
"How are you fine from yesterday?"
"I built a tolerance."
"Way to go Berry. " the girls high fived each other.
"Ugh, I can't see another tequila shot in front of me." commented Kurt with a frowny face.
The girls got up and went to the bar to get their drinks and ask for more fries. Kurt sighed and looked sideways, watching Puck. The guitarist was with his head bent down, writing on a piece of paper, concentrated. Kurt approached, bumping their shoulders.
"Are you finishing the song you showed me earlier?"
Puck's head shot up and Kurt could almost swear he was blushing. Surely a trick of light. Puck smiled.
"Actually is an idea that came to me this afternoon."
"Oh, can I see it?"
Puck put the paper away on his coat pocket before Kurt could even glance.
"Nope. It's a surprise."
"Come on Puckerman!"
"A surprise." said Puck with a finality in his tone. "I promise you, it's gonna be worth it."
Before Kurt could retort, the girls came back, almost jumping in excitement. Rachel hugged Kurt from behind.
"The cute bartender told us there's a club near here that's an early evening tonight due the storm. Shall we go?"
"Clubbing?" Kurt got up and picked up his coat, putting his scarf around his neck. "Sure, why not?"
Puck shrugged and got up, following them.
The place was only two blocks away, called "Jungle". Kurt didn't even have the patience of rolling his eyes. Because of the snowstorm, the line to enter was short and soon the four of them were inside the club, the pulse vibrating through their bodies. They put coats, scarfs and hats on the hanger and soon were entering the main floor. Kurt felt kind of naked wearing only a sleeveless shirt and fingerless gloves on his upper body, but everybody in the place were wearing far less.
Rachel and Santana soon pushed him and Puck to the bar where, after some deliberation, they chose a blue-colored shot that burned like fire going down his throat. And made him feel much lighter than before. He deserved some fun, because God knows when his boss Sarah would let him have any. Thank God the next day was Sunday. Even evil fashion designers rested on Sunday.
Another shot of the toxic stuff and soon they were on the dance floor. People were coming in and the place was getting more and more packed by the hour. Santana and Rachel ganged up on an innocent unsuspecting guy and soon they were dancing, all the three of them. Kurt giggled and continued to move, feeling the music on his bones. Until a pair of hands gripped his hips.
"Want some company?"
Kurt almost yelped and turned around, his eyes widening when he faced Puck's laughing face.
"Noah, you scared the crap out of me!"
Puck raised his hands and laughed more.
"Sorry, sorry. So…?"
Kurt would totally blame on the two blue-toxic shots he took when he just smiled and he circled Puck's neck and whispered.
"Sure…why not?"
Puck smirked and his hands returned to his hips. They were the same height now and Kurt could look him in the eye and laugh as they started to dance together. The song was just fading and starting another one.
"You know I'm not one to break promises. I don't want to hurt you, but I need to breathe…At the end of it all, you're still my best friend…"
Subtly Puck pulled him closer until nothing could go through them. Kurt felt himself blush, but kept on dancing, his hands going down the guitarist's back, feeling the muscles flex beneath the shirt. Puck's hands made the opposite path until they were entwining along Kurt's hair. The young man felt himself shiver.
"Puck?" he shouted to be heard through the music.
"Yeah?" Puck shouted back.
"What are we doing?"
"I thought we were dancing…"
Kurt grabbed Puck's hips and suddenly their lower bodies were glued together. He could almost see Puck's eyes dilate with the movement.
"You know what I mean."
The light pull in his hair was unexpected and he couldn't help himself but gasp. Puck's mouth hovered close to his mouth, almost licking it.
"What do you want us doing…Kurt?"
Kurt answered bringing the other man closer to him with all the strength he got before kissing him. Puck groaned inside his mouth and kissed back, capturing his tongue with his. Kurt could taste the blue shot they downed earlier and a hint of French fries from the restaurant. One callous hand entered beneath his shirt and Kurt hummed in approval, beginning to dance again, his hips sliding against Puck's and…oh God…he could feel the other hardening against him. The shot of pure pleasure slid down his spine. Later, Kurt would blame the alcohol, the loneliness, the familiarity of Puck's mouth, buried beneath his memories for almost ten years.
For now…he just continued to dance and grind and kiss.
"And it feels like I am just too close to love you…"
TBC.