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Hello everybody, as always, thanks for reading, here we have chapter 24

Chapter 24 – Things That Happen at Night

The night had been very draining, emotionally. Rachel and Quinn were both incredibly tired and headed to bed much earlier than usual. Rachel's dads had done their best to make Quinn feel welcome in their home and they had set things up for her in the guest room.

"Poor child," Leroy had whispered sympathetically, Hiram nodding his agreement.

Tucked up in her bed, Rachel's head was pounding from all of Quinn's thoughts. She wanted to comfort the other girl but she knew that Quinn wished to be left alone for the time being. Still, it was difficult to hear every painful thought, worry and insecurity circling through Quinn's head without being able to offer any reassurances.

With a hand resting on her stomach, Quinn managed to stop crying and drifted to sleep. Rachel found herself mimicking the blonde's actions and resting a hand on her own stomach as her headache dulled and she found rest.

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As had become the norm for Tina, she slipped on a long black leather coat and left her bedroom via the window. She prowled through the dark streets of Lima as usual. Ordinarily, she would be seeking out trouble and relishing the opportunity to carry out violence. On this particular night, she bypassed her usual haunts where trouble was often found and instead headed straight for the Karofsky household.

Approaching the house, she listened carefully and inhaled, easily detecting that Karofsky's bedroom was at the back of the house due to the recognisable smell. She climbed up the brick of the house like a spider and crawled in snake-like through his open window. She swept across the room like a shadow and perched cat-like on his bed, staring down at him; her hair within touching distance of the boy's face.

Killing him would be easy she realised. She could bite his neck and drain his blood, smother him with his pillow, strangle him to death or simply snap his neck. With her strength, she knew she could easily take the hockey stick from the corner of his room and crack his skull with it. Or she could throw him out the window, or start a fire with the lighter resting next to the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand and leave him to burn. There were so many possibilities and the temptation was definitely there, but she restrained herself.

She wasn't sure what stopped her. Maybe it was the fact that Rachel had remained silent upon hearing her murderous thoughts. Perhaps it was the framed photograph of a younger Karofsky smiling widely as he sat astride his first bicycle, or the teddy-bear nestled in the crook of Karofsky's arm. Or maybe it was Tina's own humanity and mercy that influenced her to spare his life, or that voice in her head that sounded very much like Artie pointing out to her that taking a life would forever change her and propel her ever further into a spiral of darkness.

So, instead of tearing Karofsky apart from limb-to-limb as she'd intended, Tina watched him sleep instead. Spying a brown leather bound journal looking very much out of place along with a football jersey and helmet, Tina picked it up and sat on the windowsill. She opened the book to a random page, using the moonlight to read the words. She quirked an eyebrow in surprise at Karofsky's neat penmanship and the intellectual style of his writing. Clearly he was the type of boy who was naturally smart but dumbed himself down to fit in with his peers.

Many of the journal entries were about Kurt and were almost poetic in nature. His yearning for the boy almost seemed romantic and Tina could imagine herself swooning and rooting for Karofsky to get the boy if he were a character in a movie. She even thought Kurt might fall for Karofsky if he knew this side of the boy. But all Kurt knew was the terrorizing bully who shoved him around in the school halls and taunted him on a daily basis.

Closing the boy's journal, Tina looked back over at the sleeping boy and pondered over Rachel's vision from earlier that day. The girl's mind had been pierced with disturbing images of Karofsky sexually assaulting Kurt. Yet Tina had not stumbled upon any journal entries with graphic and depraved sexual thoughts. They had all been romantic rather than perverted. She struggled to see how journal-Karofsky could ever bring himself to hurt Kurt in such a way. Though of course, the journal-Karofsky and the bullying-jock-Karofsky she was accustomed to were worlds apart.

Studying the boy's sleeping form, Tina found that she simply didn't know who the real Karofsky was and what was pretend and where the lines blurred. She still had concerns that he was a danger to Kurt and she would remain on guard and keep a close eye on him, but for now at least there was no need for her to kill Dave Karofsky.

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After going through his nightly skincare routine, Kurt sat in front of his mirror and concentrated on turning invisible and then visible again. His phone beeped with a text message so he grabbed it off of his nightstand and flopped stomach-down on his bed, feet in the air, to read it. The message was from Puck and it read: I can't stop thinking about you xxx.

Smiling, Kurt typed a response claiming he couldn't stop thinking about Puck either.

I don't know what you've done to me, Puck replied. I've never felt this way before xxx.

Me neither, Sweet Kitten xxx Kurt responded.

You need to stop calling me that Puck returned.

Never! Kurt text back in amusement.

I miss you xxx Puck sent after a short while.

"I miss you too," Kurt said out loud after reading the message. Getting off of his bed, he looked to the mirror. He willed himself to turn invisible and achieved his desire. He willed himself to turn visible again and was successful. He tested out a few more times before feeling satisfied that his control on his invisibility tricks was better than it had been since obtaining his powers.

Rummaging through his wardrobe, he made a quick change of clothes, simply pulling on a plain pair of jeans and a baggy hoodie. He quickly pulled on an old pair of comfortable boots, checked his hair before turning invisible and walking through the walls of the house until he was outside. He set off for the Puckerman house, managing to remain invisible the entire way. He walked through Puck's front door and quietly tip-toed up the stairs before walking through Puck's bedroom door. He found his boyfriend on top of his bed covers in nothing but a pair of boxers, the T.V playing some comedy show re-run with the volume down low. Puck kept glancing at his phone, clearly waiting for a text back from Kurt.

Still invisible and being as quiet as possible, Kurt removed his boots and hoodie. Wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, he moved to stand at the foot of Puck's bed, right in front of the boy without being seen. Kurt bit down on his lip to keep silent, finding himself feeling very giddy and almost wanting to giggle at the situation. Puck just continued half-heartedly watching the T.V, still checking his phone for a reply.

As for Kurt, he started to wiggle his hips, slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm that made him feel comfortably sexy. Getting into things a little more, he became more daring and adventurous with his moves. Deciding it was time to let Puck know he was there, Kurt let a hand grip Puck's ankle, his thumb caressing the skin soothingly.

"Hey Kurt," Puck said quietly with a smile.

"Hey," Kurt replied pulling at Puck's leg to encourage him to move down to the edge of the bed. "How about that lap-dance?"

"Hell yeah," Puck agreed eagerly reaching his hands out to find Kurt's waist.

Taking Puck's hands, Kurt guided them to the button of his jeans and Puck easily popped the button before lowering the zip. He then pushed the material of the denim down Kurt's thighs, gutted that he couldn't actually see Kurt's legs being revealed to him.

"Don't I get to see the show?" Puck asked.

"Not this time," Kurt answered. "You'll just have to use your imagination," he teased. "But I am prepared to let you… touch."

He took one of Puck's hands and brought it up to his mouth, kissing each of his knuckles. He then guided Puck's hand down his cheek to his neck, then further down along his chest, Puck playfully tweaking at a nipple. Kurt then guided Puck's hand down lower to caress his stomach before resting at the top of his thigh for a short while before moving round so Puck could cup his ass.

Touching Kurt's bare ass filled Puck with thoughts that would make Rachel blush, Tina smirk and prompt Burt Hummel to take up his shotgun.

Taking Puck's other hand, Kurt guided his boyfriend's fingers to his cock, holding his breath for a few seconds as Puck took him in hand and gave the first sensual stroke. Puck moved in closer and blindly dropped a few light kisses along the length of Kurt's manhood.

Moving both hands to hold Puck's face, Kurt tilted the boy's head back and leaned down to kiss his mouth. Puck kissed back enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around Kurt and falling onto his back on the bed, bringing Kurt down on top of him. They rutted against one another as they kissed, Puck's penis poking out the top of his boxers in excitement. Trailing kisses down Puck's chest and abs, Kurt hooked his fingers into the fabric of Puck's underwear and yanked them off before dropping them on the floor. They continued kissing, their erections bumping against one another as Puck reversed their positions so he was on top.

"Mmm, baby," Puck grunted after sucking a mark on Kurt's neck. He was just circling his tongue around Kurt's nipple when his bedroom door opened and the light flicked on. "Shit!" Puck swore looking over his shoulder to glare at his sister standing in the doorway. "Get out damn it," he huffed at her as he quickly pulled the covers over his lower half.

"What are you doing?" she asked giving him a strange look.

"Um, exercising, duh," Puck answered holding himself in a press up over Kurt and doing a few push-ups, his cock and balls slapping against Kurt's with the movement.

"Exercising naked?" his sister asked.

"Yeah, naked," Puck confirmed, "now get out you little dweeb."

"I couldn't sleep," she complained.

"I don't care," Puck retaliated.

"Read me a bedtime story?" she asked fluttering her eyelashes before revealing a book she'd been holding behind her back. "Please," she added as she brandished 'Twilight' in front of him.

"Pass it here," Puck held his hand out for the book and his sister skipped towards him to hand it over. Puck flipped to a random page and cleared his throat. "Once upon a time there was an annoying whiny girl who met a family of sparkling vampires, blah, blah, blah," he flipped through to the back of the book. "And then Buffy staked Edward, the end. Get out," he said handing the book back to her.

"You suck," she groaned before turning the light off, shutting the door and heading back to her own room.

"Um, sorry about that," Puck apologised reaching his hand out to find Kurt's bare chest.

"Don't worry about it," Kurt told him. "So… is it true?"

"What?" Puck asked, confused.

"You know, that you suck," Kurt replied in a suggestive tone.

"You bet your sweet ass it's true," Puck bragged.

"Prove it to me?" Kurt asked spreading his legs.

"Only if you let me see you," Puck bargained and Kurt closed his eyes as he became visible again, a pink blush covering his entire body. "You're beautiful," Puck whispered to him as he scooted down to take Kurt's cock in his mouth.

To Be Continued…

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