Chapter 19: Happy Holidays

Puck glanced at Mercedes, his finger to his lips. Waiting beside Kurt's locker as he switched out his books, Kurt's BFF nodded. Puck paced quietly till he was standing just behind his boyfriend. He moved quickly, one hand pushing Kurt's locker door out of the way, the other hauling Kurt against his chest.

Books tumbled out of Kurt's hands, and his shriek echoed in the hallway. A few students stopped, but Puck's glare told them to mind their own business. Puck nuzzled into Kurt's neck. "Hey."

Kurt turned in Puck's arms, and swatted his shoulder. "I could have had a heart attack!"

Puck smirked as Mercedes grinned at both of them. "Nah, you were screaming too loud for that." Puck kissed whatever response Kurt was trying to make right off his lips. "Good morning, Princess."

Blue eyes smiled into hazel. "Good morning, Noah."

Mercedes picked Kurt's books off the floor and shoved them at him. "I'm developing diabetes just watching you guys."

Kurt took the books. "Thanks, Cedes." He snapped his locker shut, and slid his arm around Puck's waist. Mercedes beside them, they headed to class. "Aren't you supposed to be in Math?"

Puck waved a hand dismissively. "I'll get there." He wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "Come to dinner tonight. It's Hanukkah, my mother's making Latkes."

"Latkes?"

"Small pancakes made out of potatoes. You'll love them."

"Sure." Kurt stopped beside the door to History, kids streaming around him. "What time?"

"6:30." Puck stole a quick kiss, and turned to weave his way through the hallway throng.

The doorbell rang and Puck dashed around his younger sister, picking her up and spinning her away from the door. "Uh-uh, Tam, my boyfriend, I'll get it." Puck swung the door open, and stepped aside to let Kurt in. "Hey, babe, what have you got?"

Kurt handed a foil covered plate to Tamara. "Happy Hanukkah, Tammy."

"Thanks, Kurt." Tamara lifted the foil. "Hanukkah cookies!"

Kurt handed Puck his coat. "Yeah, I don't know how good they'll be. I found the recipe on-line. I've never made them before."

Puck hung Kurt's coat in the hall closet. "Don't worry about it." As his sister took the cookies into the kitchen the boys following behind her, Puck leaned into Kurt and whispered. "I'd rather eat you anyway."

"Shhh!" Kurt pushed Puck away, laughing.

"Kurt, you made Hanukkah cookies!" Puck's mother took the plate from Tamara and put it on the table. "That's so thoughtful. Thank you." She pulled Kurt into a quick hug, and then stepped away. "Come, we'll light the candles."

The boys followed Tamara and Mrs. P into the living room. A large silver menorah stood on a console table in front of the window. "This was my grandmother's. We use it every year."

Tamara counted out six candles, and slotted them into the menorah. She handed her mother a seventh candle. Puck opened a small box of matches and gave one to his mother. Mrs. P lit the seventh candle, recited a Hebrew blessing, and handed it to Puck. "You and Kurt light the first two." Standing just behind Kurt, his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, Puck lit the first candle. He passed the seventh candle to Kurt, and watched as Kurt lit the second in the line of six candles. Kurt passed the seventh candle to Tamara, who lit the third and fourth candles. Puck's mother lit the last two candles. "Amen."

Seven candles in a menorah, six in a row, and one slightly above them, did not generate a lot of heat. The image of tiny lights against the dark night, however, created a warm feeling that said family and home. Kurt was more than pleased to be a part of it.

"Latkes are ready." Tamara and Mrs. P headed for the kitchen. Puck stood behind Kurt, his head tucked on Kurt's shoulder, his hand on Kurt's hip. "When I was younger, I used to run my fingers over the flames. See how close I could get without burning myself."

Kurt laughed. "Why am I not surprised?" He pointed to the menorah. "The last two candle holders are empty?"

"Yeah, tonight's the sixth night of Hanukkah, so six candles. Tomorrow, there will be seven. The next night, the last night, there will be eight. Hanukkah is eight days."

"Boys! Dinner."

"Don't you have homework to finish?" Puck really needed to get rid of his sister.

Tamara totally ignored her brother, too busy telling Kurt about her mortal enemy. "I want Marcy to just die from envy. You'll help me, right?"

"What can I do to help?" Kurt couldn't help smiling at the small version of Puck, sitting cross-legged on the bed, planning total destruction of her 8th grade nemesis.

"Text him tomorrow." Puck dragged his sister off the bed and tried to shove her out of the bedroom door.

Small hands with purple nail polish grasped the door. "Kurt!" Tamara called over her brother's shoulder. "Take me shopping Saturday?"

Kurt smacked Puck's arm. "Noah, put her down!" Puck groaned and dropped his sister to the floor.

Tamara shook her hair back, and smirked at Puck. "Yeah, Noah, put me down."

Kurt held his hand out to Tamara. "Saturday, 10 AM, an outfit to make Marcy curl up and die."

Tamara shook his hand. "She's totally going to lose it! She thinks she's so hot because her sister lives in New York." She threw her arms around Kurt. "Thanks, Kurt." She glared at Puck. "I wish you were my brother." She stuck her tongue out at Puck as she sidled out the bedroom door. "I'm going! I'm going!"

"If there's anything else you want to tell Kurt, DON'T!" Puck slammed the door behind his sister, and flicked the lock to keep her out.

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend and played with a Southern accent right out of MGM's 'Gone With the Wind'. "Why Mr. Puckerman, I do believe you want to get me alone."

Puck twirled an imaginary mustache, a la Clark Gable. "Why Mr. Hummel, I do believe you're right."

Kurt laughed as Puck tackled him to the bed. Amid kisses, bites and laughter they wrestled, rolling each other over so that whoever was on top could tug off a piece of clothing. Within seconds the bed and floor were decorated with discarded sweaters, shirts and T-shirts. They sat up to pull off shoes and pants. Naked they rubbed against each other, skin sliding on skin.

Puck traced a line over Kurt's nipple. He watched as his thumb pressed hard enough to turn the pale skin pink. "You want to try something?"

Kurt ran a hand over Puck's ass. "Why do I think I should say no?"

Puck untangled himself from Kurt's arms, and walked over to a bookshelf set above his desk. He came back to bed, a match in one hand, a Hanukkah candle in the other. He sat beside Kurt, and dropped a kiss just above his heart. "We can start our own Hanukkah tradition." He lit the candle. "Blue to match your eyes."

The blue eyes in question, widened as Kurt made the connection. "You want to drop hot wax on me?"

"Yes. Three drops on you, and then three drops on me."

"Three and three; six as in the sixth night of Hanukkah?"

Puck nodded. "You with me?"

Kurt stroked a hand along Puck's thigh as he watched the lighted candle flicker in boyfriend's hand. "Some would say we would be perverting and desecrating a religious tradition."

Puck laughed. "Perverting and desecrating, nice!" He entwined his fingers with Kurt's, resting both hands on his thigh. "Some would say it was a romantic bonding gesture, symbolizing the heat of our relationship."

Kurt snorted. "Romantic bonding gesture, you are so full of shit, Puckerman." Kurt grabbed Puck's wrist, and moved the candle directly over his heart. "Or, you just want to try this because you're a kinky bastard who watches way too much porn."

Puck grinned. "Or that."

Kurt released Puck's wrist. "Well, I wouldn't want to stand in the way of a good fantasy." Kurt spread his arms out on either side, presenting his body as a canvas.

Puck tilted the candle slowly, and watched as a drop of blue wax landed an inch to the left of Kurt's nipple. Kurt closed his eyes and hissed.

"You okay?" Puck waited anxious, he didn't want to hurt Kurt.

Kurt's eyes blinked open, and he smiled at his boyfriend. "It's not that bad. It might even be good." He closed his eyes. "Do it again."

Puck dropped the wax twice more, two splotches of blue beneath the first. He watched as the wax quickly hardened on Kurt's skin.

Kurt sighed, and stretched. "Hmmm." He grinned up at Puck. "Your turn."

Kurt took the candle, and they switched places, Puck on his back, Kurt leaning over him. Kurt tilted the candle just as carefully as Puck had. He dropped a line of blue wax along Puck's hip. Puck watched, his hand roaming Kurt's leg. Kurt blew out the candle, and put it on the night table. "Good?"

Puck tugged Kurt down on top of him. "You are the best fucking boyfriend ever!" He wrapped his legs around Kurt's hips, and thrust up, sliding his cock along Kurt's. He slid his hands down Kurt's back and kneaded into Kurt's ass.

Kurt bit kisses down the side of Puck's neck, and licked along his shoulder. Puck reached between their bodies and held both their cocks in his hand. Kurt dropped his head on Puck's chest, and raised his body enough to slide his hand over Puck's. Together, their hands slick with pre-cum, they worked their cocks as one. Hips thrusting, and cocks pushing into fists, sighs, and groans… "Fuck! Kurt!" "Noah!"

Kurt leaned over Puck, and peeled blue wax off his hip. He looked up from his task, and grinned into hazel eyes. "You know, I'm going to think of something for Christmas, right?"