Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Santana/Rachel
Genre: Slash, Romance, kinda AU?
Note: I started working on this since "Michael" episode, so some thing are different from the canon present from that episode on.
Note II: It's been a long time since I wrote this and the thing is...that I fell out of love for this show. All the things happening (Corey's death being a huge one) made me very dispassionate about it. But I owed to myself ot finish this and I intend to do it. I was planning the phone call from the beginning of the chapter and I hope I made justice to Finn's character. Don't give up people, I didn't stop. This WILL be finished.
Song used in this chapter: Song used on this chapter: "Mystery" (Civil Twilight).
Quiet in my town - Chapter four
Kurt groaned as he opened his eyes and wished he didn't. He was face down on his bed and wearing only his boxers beneath the comforter.
"What the..."
Soon the events of last night flashed through his mind. The club, the dance, the kiss...
The young man almost jumped from his bed, regretting his decision a second later when his head pounded even more. He got up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He didn't remember much after kissing Puck and his state of nakedness didn't help matters. On the other hand, the musician was not on his bed this morning, so...
"Damnit."
He went back to his room and laid down on bed, snuggling beneath the comforters. He picked up his cellphone and saw it was almost eleven in the morning. Sighing, Kurt hit one of his speed dials and waited for the call to be picked up.
"Good morning bro! How are you?"
Finn's cheerful voice on the other side made him smile and his headache reduce a bit. He needed this right now.
"Hangover. You?"
"Waiting for mom and dad to arrive. Today lunch is on me!"
"You're not planning on grilled cheese, are you?"
"Hey! I'll have you know that I can cook now!" after a pause, Finn laughed "Actually most barbecue, but they like, so..."
Kurt smiled despite himself. He arranged himself better on the bed.
"So...why did you call?"
"Can't I miss my brother?"
"Yep. But you only call during the day when something happened. Spill."
Kurt sighed and closed his eyes.
"So...did I mention that me and Rachel met Puck and Santana the other day?"
"No way! How are they? Last I heard from Puck, he was in Michigan, playing!"
"You still talk with him?"
"Hey, we are still best bros! Once in a while he comes to Lima to have dinner with his mom and we hang out at Breadsticks!"
Kurt felt his heart clench a little. It was almost a year since he returned to Lima, and he didn't speak properly with his parents since he broke up with Blaine. His mind returned to the subject and he took a deep breath, before speaking.
"I think I slept with Noah."
"WHAT?"
Kurt put his phone away from his ear when Finn screamed. He winced at his pounding head after the shout and returned to the call.
"Wow, didn't expect that reaction from you."
"What do you mean you think you slept with him?"
"Well, we went clubbing last night and I drank some very toxic blue thing and..."
"Did you have drunk-sex with him?"
"Finn!"
"Well, you said it not me, how can you not know that?"
"Well, we kissed while dancing, but that's all I remember! And I woke almost nude here and..."
"Wow, TMI dude. Puck it's not there?"
"Uhn...no?"
"I don't think he would have left you all alone dude."
"Why not? He's Puck."
"He's changed."
"How would you know?"
"Because I spoke with him more in these ten years than you."
Well, Finn had a point there. Kurt sighed.
"Well, I will make some greasy breakfast for me and wallow in my uncertainty."
"Did you call me just to drop the bomb?"
"Pretty much? And...to ask what do I do now."
"Did you try talking with Puck first?"
Kurt met that question with silence on his side. A few seconds later, he heard Finn laughing.
"Oh God Kurt, just find Puck and talk to him ok? And then you call me back. Now I have to fire up the grill. Bye!"
Before Kurt could even reply, he heard the dial tone on his ear. Huffing he picked up the pillow and almost smothered himself.
"Don't kill yourself before lunch time, Berry will have a fit."
Kurt sat on the bed so fast his head pounded harder them before. He winced and grabbed his throbbing head. He looked sideways and saw Noah laughing at his face. He was wearing last night clothes, minus the jacket and scarf. Kurt could feel the blush coming.
"Hey...Noah."
The musician smiled and approached, sitting on the bed.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah..." he trailed off as he look at Puck and before he could stop, his mouth got the better of him "I have to ask, did we sleep together?"
Puck widened his eyes before laughing loud, clutching his stomach. Kurt felt anger rising
"What's so funny?"
"Sorry...sorry Kurt." Puck stopped laughing little by little. He approached him and rested his back on the headboard. "Don't worry your pretty little head, we just kissed and made out a little at the club. Then you promptly passed out when we came back. So I undressed you and tucked you in."
"And where did you...?"
"On the couch."
Kurt sighed and looked sideways at Puck.
"And Santana?"
Puck only arched his eyebrow. It took a few seconds for Kurt to catch up, but he would blame the hangover.
"Oh my God."
"Yep."
"I can't believe her!"
"Hey, it was mutually consensual as far as I could hear..."
"Oh my God..."
"I didn't know Rachel could be so loud."
"Stop Noah, just stop."
Puck laughed at the face Kurt did and the designer couldn't deny anymore how much that made his heart race. The musician looked at him, as his face got serious.
"About last night..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm not sure if it was the effect those blue things were having on you or something, but...I wouldn't be opposed to...you know...having more of that."
Now it was Kurt's turn to laugh. Puck didn't look happy.
"Hey, don't need to do that."
"Sorry. It's just that I was here wallowing in what happened yesterday and I discover that you were just a gentleman to me."
Puck arched his eyebrow.
"You didn't answer my question."
Kurt smiled helplessly and answered by inclining sideways and kissing him square on the lips. The kiss was chaste and fast. When he drew back, he could see Puck's stunned face. Kurt smirked.
"Does that answer your question?"
The young man only smiled back and poked him in the ribs, before getting up from bed.
"Come on, then."
"Where?"
"The girls are still sleeping, let's go out and get something to eat."
"Just the two of us?"
"Uhun."
"Like a date?"
Puck stopped on the entrance of his room and turned to him, smirking.
"Yep. Hurry up Hummel."
Kurt just got up and went to look for some clothes before his face told the other boy what he thought about their upcoming date.
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After a quick meal on a diner near his apartment (and a banter when Kurt tried to smoke after eating), they decided to go to Central Park, even though the place was still feeling the effects of last night snowstorm. Puck grabbed his hands and entwined their fingers without shame, making them walk closer together as they went through the trees. The park was almost empty so it was easy for them to talk about anything they wanted.
Before Kurt could even notice, the day was dying and they were walking to the subway to go back to his apartment. Their hands were entwined the whole time and Kurt was afraid of commenting on that and breaking the spell. During the ride back, they separated only to use their hands to hold the pole in the middle of the train, to stand up. Kurt was stifling his laugh every time Puck was inventing a background story to one of people entering and leaving the subway. He didn't remember the last time he felt so light.
"Do you see the blue hair picking out of his beanie? He's probably a male stripper, going by the stage name of Blue Moon. He's going to his shift and already thinking what to do with the tips he's gonna receive."
"Noah, what the hell."
"I write songs, I have a very creative mind."
"For everything?"
Kurt knew the moment the word fell from his mouth, how flirty he sounded. He started to blush only to feel Puck come closer, smiling cockily.
"Hummel, you have no idea."
He would blame his also creative mind for the way they spent half hour after leaving the subway making out on the alley near his apartment. The streets were almost empty due the cold weather, but Kurt felt like his skin was on fire.
"Noah, God…"
The guitarist agreed between kisses, pressing him even more against the brick wall. His hands were entwined around the scarf he was wearing and Kurt could feel those long hands grabbing his hips, holding for dear life. They were both hard and feeling every muscled against each other, but somehow they weren't too keen on moving past heated kisses and heavy petting.
Kurt boldly moved his hands from that scarf to push inside the back pocket of Puck's jeans and squeeze that delicious ass, when a car horn made them jump. Puck started laughing and separated their bodies, kissing Kurt one last time.
"As much as I prefer being here…if I don't report to the band and Santana, I will suffer for the rest of the week."
"Do you think she already left?"
"She's very serious when it comes to the band responsibilities."
Kurt nodded and regrettably took Puck's hand, leading them to the beginning of the alley. After a lingering kiss, they parted ways and Kurt almost floated to his apartment. He was humming a song when the closed the door and took off his jacket, barely noticing that Rachel was in the couch.
"Hey lover boy."
Kurt spinned, resting against the door. The girl was smirking at him, pajamas on and cellphone in one hand. The designer arched his eyebrow.
"Yes lover girl?"
At least Rachel had the decency to blush, but she soon recovered and patted the couch beside her. Kurt smiled and sat with the woman, smiling was well. Rachel dropped her phone that seemed to be receiving many messages.
"So? Tell me everything, what did you guys do? Oh my God, you went on a date didn't you? I so wanna know everything, and…"
"Slow down Berry! We just went for lunch and a walk at Central Park."
"That's so romantic! I knew Puck wanted you, I so told Santana. Although I thought me and her would have to push you guys together."
"What? Why?"
"Because you barely looked anywhere besides your job since Blaine." When he didn't wince at the name, Rachel got these look on her eye that frightened Kurt every time. "Oh God, you're really into Noah! I'm so happy right now!"
Kurt didn't want to examine that too close yet, so he decided to change topics.
"Speaking of, what happened to your celibacy vow?"
Kurt didn't know Rachel could blush that much.
"Santana was very…convincing."
"Rachel Barbara Berry."
"What?"
Kurt started laughing at her scandalized face and soon the woman was joining him.
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Kurt didn't know how much the flutter in his stomach helped, but even the evil comments and demands from Sarah, his witch boss, could stop the happy vibe he got that week. And Puck sending him texts everyday was helping a lot.
They wouldn't be seeing much of each other during the week since Kurt was up until his neck in work for the new collection but he felt glad that Puck kept talking with him.
When he noticed it was Friday nearing the end of the afternoon. He was finishing his last sketch when his phone beeped with a new message.
We will be playing tonight at the bar in Soho where we met again. Will you go? I have a surprise song for you.
Kurt's heart beat faster with those words.
Now you got me curious. I will finish as soon as I can here and go straight for the bar.
Good. See you soon Hummel.
Kurt couldn't stop smiling at the messages, finishing his sketch hurriedly. Thank God, Sarah was gone for the day and unfortunately he was coming the next day as well to work, but he would just go to the bar and watch the show, before going home. Hopefully with some make out time before that.
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He met Rachel at one of the tables and kissed before accepting the beer she purchased for him. The place was packed and he could see Santana and Puck helping the rest of the band to set up everything on the stage.
"Thank God you came; I thought evil Sarah would hold you hostage again!"
"Friday evenings are precious to her. Doesn't mean we don't slave over evenings and holidays."
"Santana told me they were working on a new song all week. Noah was really excited about performing it tonight."
"Puck told it was a surprise."
"For you? Oh my God, he wrote you a song! That's so romantic!"
"Stop it Rachel."
"Please enjoy the feeling Kurt. I'm happy for you."
The serious tone made the designer face his roommate. Before he could reply though, the owner of the bar announced the band.
"Please welcome the New York sensation, Flying Colors!"
The show started with a fast song and Santana looked amazing in a red leather corset and black pants with black stilettos. He noticed Rachel never taking her eyes of the singer and he smiled. He was happy for Rachel too.
Puck…well, he looked delicious. He was wearing black leather pants, sleeveless black shirt and black shoes. The only bright thing on his outfit was the rainbow scarf looped around his neck. In addition, every time he caught Kurt's eye, he winked. Kurt knew he was blushing and didn't even care. He hadn't feel wanted like this in a long time.
On the middle of the set, Santana smiled at the audience.
"Well boys and girls, now we are showing you a brand new song that our boy Puckerman here wrote."
Puck took the front of the stage and thanked the applause He looked at Kurt as he spoke.
"This song is to a very special person that recently came back into my life. Hope you like it."
Kurt's heart beat up faster as the first slow chords begin.
"There's an island where he spends all his time…There's an island impossible to find…"
Puck's voice was velvety and soft and Kurt just sat. He felt Rachel smiling beside him, but he could not take his eye of the stage.
"Oooh…he's a mystery…like the deep blue sea…he was made to be…discovered." The song picked up the pace and Puck started playing his guitar while singing. "I've tried to cross this giant sea, oh yeah…every time these waves, they crash over me, over me…and even though deep down I know, the harder I try, the harder these winds blow…why do I put myself through this? Again and again and again…"
"Oh wow, I didn't know he was so into you." Rachel commented beside him.
Kurt would comment that he didn't know either, but that kiss from ten years ago made him stop. Was it possible that since then…? He looked at Puck and the guitarist was looking straight to him, singing the lyrics and making Kurt feel them deep in his bones.
"I'm crazy…I'm crazy…I'm crazy for your love. There's nothing else I want to say…"
Oh God.
TBC.