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Chapter 13 – Late Night Walks
That night, Tina just couldn't find sleep. She tried reading a book but got bored after a few pages. She turned on her television set with the volume down low and flicked through the channels but there was nothing that caught her interest. She stepped out of bed and reorganised her wardrobe. Then she crept downstairs and rummaged through the cupboards, treating herself to a bloody steak. Heading back up to her room, she set up her laptop and browsed the internet for a while.
Still unable to sleep, she changed out of her pyjamas and into a tight pair of black denim shorts with a black halter top that showed a lot of cleavage. She buckled up her thigh-high boots and accessorised with a silver studded choker and an array of black and silver bracelets. She darkened her eyes with a lot of eye-liner, mascara and smoky eye-shadow as well as coating her lips with blood-red lipstick to match the dyed red parts of her hair.
Stealthily opening her bedroom window, she looked down and jumped out, landing cat-like on the ground. Standing tall, she exited her garden and prowled through the dark streets of Lima. She had been roaming the streets for less than an hour when she heard panicked screams.
Quickly, she followed the sounds and rushed onto the scene. In an alleyway, she discovered a large man wearing bike leathers and covered in tattoos snatching a woman's handbag.
"Hey!" Tina called out, announcing her presence as she stepped out of the shadows. "Give the lady her purse back, asshole."
"Get out of here, run!" the woman cried hysterically while the man sneered at Tina, revealing the knife in his hand with a dark smirk.
"You should have stayed tucked in bed, little girl," the oaf of a man told her, the blade glinting in the moonlight. "There are a lot of scary monsters out here in the dark."
"Yes," Tina agreed baring her sharp teeth. "And I'm one of them," she smirked running at the man and snapping his wrist as she took the knife off of him. She snatched the lady's purse out of his other hand and delivered a high-kick to his chest, sending him across the alleyway. She threw the handbag to the cowering woman who caught it with a look of shock on her face before running away, stumbling slightly in her high-heels. "Oh, you're welcome," Tina called after her sarcastically before turning back to the man and advancing on him, twirling his knife between her fingers. "You've been a very bad man," Tina told him and he forced himself to his feet and took a swing at her. She easily dodged him and punched him hard, the force lifting him off his feet before his body slammed back onto the concrete. "Do you know what little girls like me do to bad men?"
"K-keep away from me, you freak bitch!" the man swore and Tina's entire face darkened with anger. "Help!" the man yelled out desperately. "Somebody help!"
Grabbing the man by his throat, Tina pulled him up and slammed him against the brick wall of the alleyway, keeping him pinned up high so that his feet dangled above the ground. She then brought the knife up to his face and caressed his cheek with the blade.
"P-p-please," the man stuttered. "Please."
"You know what?" Tina asked smiling up at him sweetly, the sweet look causing even more terror to shine in the man's eyes. "I'm thirsty," she told him before letting out a dark chuckle.
She set his feet back on the ground and released her hold on his neck. He lashed his arm out to strike her so she stabbed the knife through his hand into the brick wall. He screamed shrilly as he looked at her in horror.
"I'm not your typical little girl," Tina smirked at him before wrenching his head to the side and sinking her teeth into his neck. She drank greedily, moaning as the taste of the blood reached her throat.
Hearing police sirens heading their way, Tina pulled away from him and climbed the nearest wall. Standing out of sight on the roof, she watched as the policemen discovered the man in the alley before she ran across the rooftops until she arrived at Mike Chang's window.
She slipped in to the older boy's bedroom and approached his bed. In one swift motion, she pulled the covers away then straddled his waist. He stirred slightly but did not fully wake. She danced her fingertips across his abs, before leaning down and pressing a kiss just above his navel. She trailed kisses up his torso before licking sensually at his neck.
"Mmm, Tina," he moaned.
"Wake up, Mike," she requested as she nibbled on his earlobe.
The boy's eyes opened and he would have screamed in shock had she not clamped her hand firmly over his mouth.
"No need to scream," Tina said before taking her hand away and lowering her body on top of his as she kissed him.
He kissed her back urgently, his hands tangling in her hair.
"Bite me?" Mike pleaded exposing his neck to her.
Smirking, Tina flipped the boy over onto his front and yanked his boxers down. She then sank her fangs into his butt-cheek and Mike bit down on his pillow to contain his moans as the girl drank a few mouthfuls of his blood.
"Such a good puppy," Tina praised once she had satisfied her thirst.
By the time Mike turned onto his back again, Tina had already left.
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"I can't decide if I find them cute or nauseating," Santana commented from where she sat between Mercedes and Brittany on the back row.
"Who?" Brittany asked looking up from the History notes she was making with her pink pen.
"Artie and Berry," Santana said and they all looked to the pair seated next to one another a few rows ahead, whispering and laughing together.
"Or… Art-erry," Brittany applauded herself. "I think they're cute," she decided.
"Rachel does look pretty good now she isn't wearing those animal sweaters," Mercedes said fairly. "And ever since he could walk Artie's just… I don't know. He's different."
"He's a McKinley High hottie," Brittany declared. "All the girls totally think he's cute now."
"Rachel does kinda light up whenever she's around him," Mercedes added. "To be honest, with all the voices in her head and the visions, I think Artie's about the only thing keeping her sane right now."
"I don't get it," Santana chipped in. "Artie becomes a heart-throb over night. He could have just about any girl he wants now, right?"
"Right," Brittany nodded.
"The boy's been a loser pretty much all his life," Santana stated. "Never had many friends, girls barely even noticed he was there despite the fact he was probably at the perfect height to look up their skirts. But things have changed. He could own this school if he wanted to. He could be popular, get invites to all the cool parties, and date all the pretty girls he wanted. Yet there he is sitting next to Rachel Berry and looking at her like… like… help me out here."
"Like she's the only girl in the world and he can't see anybody else," Brittany supplied.
"Damn, I'd give anything to have a guy look at me that way," Mercedes said watching as Artie pushed Rachel's hair back behind her ear then leaned in to whisper something that made the girl throw her head back with laughter.
"I don't understand it, what's so special about Berry?" Santana asked.
"She's a good singer," Brittany answered.
"No, that can't be it," Santana shook her head.
"I tell you though, we're gonna have to keep an eye on Artie and Finn," Mercedes told them. "The tension between them is getting out of hand. They were really beating the crap out of each other yesterday. Artie's still pretty bruised up."
"So is Hudson, I saw him earlier today, it looked hilarious," Santana laughed.
"Santana, this is serious," Brittany reprimanded. "Our team-mates can't be fighting all the time. We must stop the violence."
"I never thought I'd see the day when two guys would fight over Rachel," Santana said with a roll of her eyes.
"I don't think Rachel ever expected that to happen either," Mercedes replied.
"Finn shouldn't be fighting with Artie about Rachel anyway, he has Quinn," Brittany pointed out.
"High School boys are morons," Santana claimed. "No girls should waste their time dating them. They're only good for one thing and to be honest, most of them aren't even that good at it."
"Speaking of dating," Mercedes said. "Tina and I have been trying to get Kurt and Puck together."
"Good idea, Lady Hummel needs to get laid," Santana replied and Brittany nodded her agreement.
"The thing is, Tina and I aren't really experts when it comes to dating," Mercedes admitted. "We gave Puck a makeover and made him look presentable and we've both been encouraging Kurt to give it a chance but he doesn't seem to be going for it. Any ideas?"
"We could lock them in a room together until they agree to make-out," Brittany suggested.
"Kurt would just walk through the wall," Mercedes pointed out.
"Get Hummel drunk and let Puck take advantage," Santana recommended.
"That sounds hot," Brittany smiled and Mercedes looked between them in disbelief before deciding things were best left to herself and Tina.
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Standing by his locker, Matt was nodding along to the music playing in his ears as he put some books away when a shadow passed over him. Turning, he found Quinn standing with her eyes on her phone typing something out. Pulling his headphones down, he leaned against his locker and made himself look occupied by flipping through a notebook. Quinn showed him the screen of her phone and he quickly scanned his eyes over the words she had typed out.
I'm keeping it, thought you should know.
Matt nodded to show he had read it and Quinn quickly deleted the message before walking away. Putting his headphones back in place, Matt turned back to his locker.
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Coming up behind Kurt, Puck placed his hands over his eyes and asked, "Guess who?"
"Oh great, it's my stalker," Kurt remarked.
"Huh, I've been called worse," Puck shrugged moving his hands and stepping round so he was face-to-face with the other boy. "I'm taking you to lunch."
"I'm supposed to meet Tina and Mercedes," Kurt excused just as his phone alerted him to two new messages.
One from Tina read, go to lunch with Puck, and eat your food off of his gorgeous toned body. The second message came from Mercedes and read, relax, it's just lunch, give the boy a chance xxx.
"Come on, I set us up a picnic in the auditorium," Puck said taking hold of Kurt's hand and leading him away.
With a lot of concentration, Kurt managed to stay visible. However, nothing could prevent the pink blush that coloured his skin.
Reaching their destination, Puck held the door for Kurt to step through and followed after him, his eyes dropping down to admire Kurt's ass. Placing a hand to Kurt's lower back, Puck guided him down the aisle towards the stage.
"The girls did this, didn't they?" Kurt asked looking at the blanket, the cushions, the food, drink, and scattered rose petals.
"What makes you say that?" Puck wanted to know as he sat down.
"I just know," Kurt answered.
"Fine, they made this fancy food and set it all up," Puck admitted. "But I still get to enjoy it all with you. There's no point in letting a good picnic go to waste, right?"
"I suppose not," Kurt agreed carefully kneeling down on the blanket and selecting a sandwich.
"What is all this crap, where's the real food?" Puck asked casting a disappointed look over the tuna and cucumber sandwiches, tub of strawberries and something that looked way too fancy for Puck to even consider putting in his mouth.
"Just try it," Kurt encouraged. "It isn't good to eat pizza and burgers all the time you know. Here, have some cheese and pineapple," he offered holding up a chunk of cheese and pineapple on a cocktail stick.
"Um, thanks," Puck said eating the piece of cheese but leaving the pineapple chunk. He then picked up a sandwich and picked the cucumber out before eating it. "Maybe I could take you out for some proper food one night," Puck suggested.
"I'd be more impressed if you cooked for me," Kurt replied.
"Alright," Puck agreed. "Tomorrow night, I'll cook dinner for you."
"I wasn't serious," Kurt said.
"But I am," Puck grinned. "I'm cooking dinner for you tomorrow. It's a done deal, no excuses, it is happening."
"You're never going to back off and leave me alone, are you?" Kurt asked.
"Puckzilla always gets what he wants," Puck replied. "You'd better get used to my company, babe."
"I think I'm starting to," Kurt responded and Puck just grinned before biting into a strawberry and then spitting it out. "How romantic," Kurt commented sarcastically.
"Hey, I can do romance," Puck said defensively. "Look, rose petals, that's romantic," he threw a handful of them in Kurt's face.
"Mercedes and Tina are responsible for the rose petals," Kurt pointed out throwing a handful back.
"Fine," Puck reached for the bottle of lemonade and one of the plastic cups the girls had provided. "I'll pour you your drink. That's romantic."
"Not really," Kurt told him just as Puck spilled most of the bottle over the blanket and the remainder of the sandwiches. "Well done. You know what, I was wrong. You really are a natural at the romance thing."
"Shut up," Puck retaliated. "Tomorrow after school I'm totally gonna sweep you off of your feet. You'll be on your knees begging to suck my cock before we know it."
"Or maybe I'll have you begging to suck mine," Kurt responded daringly, the words making him blush a deep red.
"We'll see," Puck smirked and Kurt slowly faded from view.
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As was tradition, Rachel was the first to arrive in the Choir Room for Glee Club. She took opportunity of the alone time to perform a number to the empty room. While singing, she tried improvising a dance routine. Rather than practising her beloved ballet steps or any of her usual innocent girly moves, she opted to try for a sexier style. Really, she was trying to get her body to move in the natural sexy ways the likes of Brittany and Santana were able to achieve so effortlessly. Concentrating on her dance moves and her vocals, she was unaware of her one man audience until she lost her balance and fell over.
"Are you ok?" Artie asked with a laugh as he stepped into the Choir Room.
"You didn't see that did you?" Rachel asked, embarrassed.
"No, no, not a thing," Artie replied with a kind smile holding his hands out to help her up.
"Ah," Rachel gasped as a very small electric shock shot through her.
"Sorry," Artie apologised casting his eyes down and quickly withdrawing his hands, balling them into fists.
"Oh, Artie, it's ok, I'm fine," Rachel reassured placing her hand on his upper arm but he pulled back.
"You shouldn't touch me when I get like this," he warned taking a seat and glaring down at his hands as jolts of bright blue sizzled around his fingers. Finn's right. I'm too dangerous.
"Maybe you could try one of the techniques Brittany's been teaching us," Rachel suggested.
"Yeah, yeah sure, I just need to… relax," Artie answered as he closed his eyes and concentrated on calming himself. I am a cloud, he thought. The blue sparks ceased and Rachel perched in the chair beside him. She reached her hand out to take his but he crossed his arms over his chest. I want to, the boy thought. But… "I can't."
"I understand," Rachel said quietly putting on a brave smile in an effort to mask her upset. She couldn't fool herself, nor could she fool the boy beside her. "Argh!" she shrieked in surprise when Kurt stepped through the wall.
"Hey," Kurt greeted distractedly and Rachel could hear in his thoughts that he'd suffered a near run-in with some bullies and had made a hasty getaway. He seated himself on the row behind them. He barely had time to cross one leg over the other before Puck was bounding into the room and dropping into the seat beside him. "Hi," Kurt acknowledged.
"Hey," Puck replied raking his eyes up and down Kurt's profile.
Kurt didn't need Rachel's mind-reading abilities to guess that Puck was thinking depraved sexual thoughts about him.
"Noah!" Rachel cried out with a deep blush before taking it upon herself to whack the boy on the arm.
"What was that for?" Puck asked.
"Being so vulgar," Rachel told him. "Honestly, I don't need to hear that kind of thing. I swear, Puck, hearing your thoughts is like walking onto the set of a dirty movie."
I wonder if Kurt wears boxers, panties or just goes commando, Puck thought. Initially, Rachel turned round to reprimand him but as her eyes landed on Kurt she found herself wondering the same thing and mentally berated herself for it. Hey Rachel, Puck deliberately thought out to her. I'm going commando today. Wanna see?
"Shut it, Puckerman!" Rachel hit him on the arm again making the bad boy laugh.
"Hey, you're not allergic to any food are you?" Puck asked Kurt.
"No," Kurt answered shooting him a quizzical look.
"Good," Puck grinned. "I just thought I should check. You know, as I'm cooking you dinner tomorrow. Did you hear that, Rachel? I'm cooking dinner for Kurt tomorrow night. Isn't that romantic?"
"You're just trying to get into his pants," Rachel retorted knowingly. "There is nothing at all romantic about that."
"Artie, back me up here, man," Puck pleaded. "Dinner plans are romantic, right?"
"I guess so," Artie shrugged.
"See, Artie's with me on this," Puck said clapping the other boy on the back. "What else is romantic? I need ideas, bro."
"I don't know," Artie replied. "Flowers," he suggested. "Candles, music, moonlit walks," he listed.
"Please don't encourage him," Kurt sighed.
"So, you two are having a date?" Artie asked.
"No," Kurt answered at the same time Puck replied, "Hell yeah."
"It's just dinner," Kurt said. "It isn't a date."
"But Puck's doing the cooking?" Artie asked and Kurt nodded. "That kinda sounds like a date to me."
"Rachel, side with me," Kurt requested.
"While I am only all too aware of Puck's intentions towards you," Rachel said. "I cannot deny that having a boy cook you dinner sounds very much like a date. If you want my advice…"
I don't, Kurt thought.
"You should give Noah a chance and get to know him a little better," Rachel continued. "And you," she turned to Puck. "Remember to treat Kurt with respect and think of him as a fellow human being, not a piece of meat. If sex is really all you're after then you are chasing after the wrong boy."
"I like cuddles too," Puck said.
Rachel, Kurt thought. I'll pay you fifty dollars to come with me to this dinner thing tomorrow. She shook her head at him.
By the time Quinn and Finn arrived, Artie and Rachel were in a deep discussion, the girl hanging on the boy's every word. Puck had a hand resting upon Kurt's knee, slowly inching further up his thigh, testing how far he could go before Kurt slapped his hand away.
"What does she even see in him?" Finn asked Quinn looking sullenly over at Artie and Rachel. "He's not even that good-looking, right?"
"Shut up, Finn," Quinn snapped at him as she took a seat.
"It isn't right. He shouldn't be leading Rachel on like that," he said to Quinn who remained unimpressed with her boyfriend. "I don't like the way he keeps looking at her."
"Why do you even care?" Quinn asked with a snarl sending him a death glare.
"I don't care," Finn answered quickly. "I'm just trying to be a good teammate. Artie's dangerous. Rachel shouldn't be all flirty with him. It's like playing with fire."
"Artie and Rachel are both single," Quinn pointed out. "There is no reason why they shouldn't flirt and as you have a girlfriend sitting right next to you it shouldn't bother you if they date or not."
"Right, no, sure, it doesn't," Finn babbled. "You're my girlfriend," he affirmed.
The rest of the Glee Club filed in, Tina having her books carried by Dotty along with a styrofoam cup of black coffee.
"Here you go, Queen T," Dotty presented the books and coffee to the older girl once she had sat down.
"Thank you, Dotty, that will be all for today," Tina said. "You're dismissed." She clicked her fingers and Dotty dropped into a curtsey before hurrying out of the Choir Room.
"Alright guys," Mr. Schue called excitedly as he entered the room. "I've got a great number for us to try out today. Rachel," he handed her a piece of sheet music. "Think you can handle a bit of Whitney?"
There was a collection of groans around the room and Rachel heard in her teammates thoughts that they were annoyed and disappointed.
Always gets the solos… Oh hell to the no… other people are in this club too… thinks its all about her… no point saying anything.
"Um, Mr. Schuester," Rachel spoke up. "While I am flattered you would think of me to perform this solo, and I am confident I would give a great performance, I think perhaps a Whitney song is more appropriate for Mercedes."
She's actually turning down a solo?... Mercedes Jones would own this song… is this really happening?... if Mercedes does get the solo won't Rachel storm out?... that must have been killing Rachel to say that.
"Oh," Mr. Schue was clearly surprised. "Ok, Mercedes, show us what you got," the teacher encouraged and Mercedes rushed up to perform before anyone could change their minds and try to stop her.
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The following day, Kurt kept quiet and didn't mention anything to Puck about dinner plans. By the end of the school day, Kurt thought perhaps Puck had forgotten all about it or just hadn't been serious in the first place. Making his way home, Kurt struggled to ignore the slight disappointment he was feeling.
"Hey kid," Burt greeted when Kurt got home. "How was school?"
"Fine," Kurt answered before heading straight down to his room.
As he occupied himself with homework, he kept looking to his window any time he heard a noise, secretly hoping for Puck to climb through.
"Kurt," his dad called about an hour later. "Get up here."
Confused, Kurt headed up the staircase into the main part of the house.
"Dad?" he called searching for him.
"You wanna explain to me what's going on?" Burt asked and Kurt followed the sound of his voice to the front door.
Standing on the other side, was Noah Puckerman. The boy was wearing a smart pair of black trousers with a white shirt that was partly unbuttoned and a bow-tie that hung loose around his throat rather than being tied up. He also held a single red rose in his hand and sported a wide smirk on his face.
"Um…" Kurt tried to think of an explanation.
"This kid says he's cooking you dinner," Burt said gruffly.
"Oh, well, he did offer," Kurt nodded. "Insisted actually."
"So you are having a dinner date?" Burt asked.
"It's not a date," Kurt responded. "Just dinner."
"A boy cooking dinner for you is a date," Burt stated.
"Um…" Kurt still didn't know what to say.
"Ok, I'm going to Ernie's," Burt decided. "You," he pointed at Puck. "Don't poison my kid and don't burn my house down. And Kurt," he looked back to his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't treat yourself like you don't matter." He grabbed his coat and keys before stepping out. He then placed his hand on Puck's shoulder. "I know your face," he told him with an edge of warning to his tone before he left.
"For you," Puck claimed handing Kurt the single rose.
"Um…" Kurt clearly needed to work on his vocabulary skills.
"Now, you put your feet up on the couch," Puck said stepping into the house and marching through as though it were his own. "I'll get working on dinner. I warn you, it's gonna be delicious."
… forty minutes later…
"Um…" Kurt looked at the burnt food presented to him.
"Yeah, I guess it didn't quite turn out the way I planned," Puck admitted.
"What is it?" Kurt asked.
"Chicken," Puck answered.
"That's chicken?" Kurt quirked a brow as he examined the lump of charcoal on his plate. "Have you ever cooked before?"
"Not really," Puck shrugged. "Toast is kinda my specialty but I figured I'd try something a bit more fancy for you."
"No offence but I just can't bring myself to eat this," Kurt said.
"Damn, I screwed up," Puck sighed.
"It's ok," Kurt told him. "I could make us some spaghetti," he offered.
"With little hot dogs cut up in it?" Puck asked hopefully.
"Sure," Kurt answered already moving around the kitchen. "You can help me," Kurt said. "Consider this a cookery lesson."
Together, they cooked the food together and under Kurt's watch nothing was spoiled or burnt.
"This is really good," Puck praised as they sat across from one another at the dining table.
"It was a team effort," Kurt replied with a smile. "Um," Kurt laughed. "You have a little sauce," he pointed.
Puck made to wipe it away but completely missed. Leaning in closer, Kurt used his finger to wipe the sauce away.
"There, gone," he said blushing faintly.
"Thanks," Puck smiled at him.
They proceeded to eat their dinner with Kurt shooting shy looks at Puck under his lashes while Puck tried to play footsie with him under the table.
After they finished, Kurt gathered the plates up and carried them to the sink.
"Come take a walk with me?" Puck requested.
"Now?" Kurt asked.
"Now," Puck nodded offering his hand.
"I should… I should do the dishes," Kurt excused.
"Alright," Puck replied. "I'll help," he got to work on washing the plates.
Quietly, the boys worked together as they washed and dried everything before putting it away.
"How about that walk?" Puck asked.
Before Kurt could answer, they heard the sounds of his dad entering through the front door. Burt made his way through and looked between the pair.
"It's getting late," Burt said. "You should say goodnight, Kurt." He headed to the bathroom to give the two boys some privacy.
Quietly, Kurt led Puck to the front door.
"I had a great time tonight," Puck said. "I hope you did too."
"It was… fun," Kurt answered.
"Right, well, goodnight then," Puck pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek before turning to walk away.
"Hey," Kurt whispered. "About that walk… meet me outside my bedroom window in five minutes."
Heading back inside, Kurt waited in the living-room until his dad returned from the bathroom to ask him about his evening with Puck.
"It was nice, dad," Kurt said.
"Good," Burt replied. "So, this Puck kid, is he your boyfriend or not?"
"He's not," Kurt told him.
"But this was a date?" Burt asked.
"Yes," Kurt finally acknowledged it as a date.
"So this guy might be your boyfriend in future?" Burt asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Kurt answered honestly. "I need to get started on my skin-care routine. Goodnight, dad."
He headed down to his basement bedroom then walked through the wall, meeting Puck on the other side.
"Ready for that walk?" Kurt asked and Puck grinned as he took his hand.
To Be Continued…
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