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Chapter 32 – Little Red Riding Hood
"Do you think Rachel will be ok?" Kurt asked as he took lunch with Puck under the bleachers.
"She's a Jewish girl, she's tough," Puck stated. "She'll be fine."
"I hope so," Kurt said watching as Puck threw his sandwich crusts away.
"Hey, come here, babe," Puck instructed and Kurt shifted so that they were sitting closer together. "It's all gonna be ok," Puck told him as he pulled the slighter boy onto his lap and cupped his ass. "Rach and Q both have Doctor's appointments after school tomorrow. It'll be fine. Quinn and Matt's baby is normal and healthy and I'm sure the Doctor's will be able to give Rachel some kick-ass medicine or something. Then we've got Regionals on Saturday and we're totally gonna nail it and win first place. And when we are declared the winners I'm going to make-out with you right on stage in front of everybody."
Kurt smiled at his boyfriend fondly and looped his arms more securely around Puck's neck as he leaned in for a kiss.
"I really hope you're right, Noah," Kurt said.
"Of course I'm right," Puck insisted.
"I just have a bad feeling," Kurt shrugged. "I can't really explain it. I just feel like something bad might happen."
"If something bad was gonna happen then Rachel would be the first to know about it," Puck pointed out. "I think you're just worried about performing on Saturday which is crazy. You got nothing to be worried about. We're all gonna own it. You gotta think positive."
"I'm trying," Kurt replied.
"Would it help if I kissed you some more?" Puck grinned.
"Maybe," Kurt responded coyly accepting a deeper kiss from his boyfriend.
They kissed some more, Puck slipping his hands under Kurt's tight trousers to squeeze his buttocks and Kurt roaming his hands up under Puck's shirt to caress his abs.
"Lunch will be over soon," Kurt acknowledged, speaking the words into Puck's ear. "We need to think about going back to class."
"Screw class," Puck groaned. "Just stay with me."
"People could see us, we'd get in trouble," Kurt argued.
"They don't have to see us," Puck whispered back. "You can make us both invisible. We could get down and dirty in the school corridor and nobody would see a thing."
"Kurt Hummel is not getting down and dirty in a school corridor," Kurt retaliated.
"Doesn't have to be the corridor," Puck said teasing a finger along Kurt's crack and making him whimper. "We could go anywhere you want, babe. Or just stay out here."
"Not here," Kurt shook his head. "It's starting to get cold. We really should go to class," he pushed himself away from Puck and stood up, adjusting himself in his pants.
"Kurt, babe," Puck moved to his feet and settled his hands at his boyfriend's waist, his lips brushing against Kurt's as he spoke. "Just stay with me a little longer, please."
"Why do I find it so difficult to resist you?" Kurt asked.
"Because I'm freaking hot," Puck smirked pressing himself ever closer to Kurt, their erections bumping against one another.
"You really are going to get me into trouble one day, Sweet Kitten," Kurt tutted. "Come on," he smiled taking Puck's hand and turning them both invisible. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable."
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Somewhere more comfortable turned out to be the stage in the auditorium. They found a few blankets and cushions in the wings and arranged them on the stage so they would be more comfortable. The pair was still invisible to the rest of the world and to each other.
Kurt spread himself out on the cushions and Puck lowered himself on top of him. Their hands and mouths blindly explored one another, items of clothing being pushed out of the way or removed entirely.
"I want you so bad," Puck grunted as he stroked Kurt's length. "Need you so much."
"I want you too," Kurt panted as he arched his hips, blushing all over as his body responded to his boyfriend's touch. "Mmm, Noah," Kurt breathed out as the other boy took him in his mouth.
"I really want you, Kurt," Puck whispered when he pulled his mouth away.
"I'm right here," Kurt replied.
"No, I mean I want you," Puck told him. "Fuck, I want you."
"Oh," Kurt responded realising Puck wanted to go all the way and have full on penetrative sex.
"Can I Kurt?" Puck asked. "Can I fuck you, baby?"
"Not… not here," Kurt answered him. "But we can… another time, somewhere private. I want… I want you to fuck me, Noah."
Puck groaned and smashed their lips together as he rocked down against his boyfriend, thrusting their cocks against one another.
"Would, um… oh, ah," Kurt gasped clinging to Puck desperately. "Would after Regionals be agreeable with you?"
"That's fucking perfect, babe," Puck agreed biting down on Kurt's shoulder.
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Later that day, Kurt attended class with Tina and Mercedes. Sat in the middle of the two girls, he whispered to them about his plans to give Puck his virginity after Regionals. Mercedes earned a warning from the teacher when she squealed out loud upon hearing the news and Tina simply smirked.
"I can't believe this is happening," Mercedes said. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked him. "Because if Puck has been pressuring you I will cut him."
"Relax, 'Cedes," Tina replied. "Kurt's totally ready for this. They've been dating for months now. It's time."
"Should I buy new underwear for the occasion?" Kurt asked.
"Why? You'll only be taking them off," Tina pointed out. "So unless you're planning to be kinky and wear girl panties I suggest you just go commando."
"I have leopard-print panties that are too small," Mercedes offered.
"Ok, just to clarify, I will not be wearing underwear specifically designed for girls," Kurt told them.
XXX
In Geography, Puck was telling Artie about his plans to sleep with Kurt after Regionals.
"No way, for real?" Artie asked in shock.
"Damn right," Puck nodded. "Am I the luckiest son of a bitch at this school or what?"
"Yeah, you're pretty lucky, man," Artie agreed. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I know what I'm doing," Puck scoffed. "I'm Noah Puckerman. Sex is practically my middle name."
"Sex with girls and mums," Artie pointed out. "Kurt's your first boy and you're his first ever. You gotta do this right or you could really hurt him and then Mr. Hummel and the girls will really hurt you."
"Hurting Kurt is the last thing I wanna do," Puck said seriously. "And I've researched this stuff since we got together. I know all about preparation and stretching and stuff. It'll be good, more than good, for both of us."
"Ok, cool," Artie nodded seeming satisfied that Puck had educated himself about the mechanics of gay sex well enough.
"Should I get new underwear?" Puck asked.
"What?" Artie responded, confused by the question.
"For when I have sex with Kurt," Puck clarified. "Should I get new underwear?"
"Why? You won't be wearing underwear when you have sex… will you?" Artie asked, still confused.
"No, I just thought it's a special occasion," Puck shrugged.
"Do you mean a new pair of black boxers special or check it out I'm wearing a silk black thong special?" Artie asked.
"I don't think Kurt would be all that into a thong," Puck said. "Besides they're really uncomfortable."
"Do I want to know how you know that?" Artie laughed as he ruffled up his hair a little.
"One of the cougars I had a thing with once was into it," Puck explained. "I think I'm quite open-minded, I'm willing to try most things out in the bedroom but the thong was just awkward. It just kinda went up my butt. I don't know how chicks wear them all day. They must just get used to that shit I guess."
"You wore a thong?" Artie asked looking part amused and part horrified.
"What? It was a nice one," Puck defended. "It was red and kinda lacy with some pretty bows."
"Now that's a mental image I'll never be able to get out of my head," Artie complained. "Maybe you should just get Kurt flowers instead of over-thinking the underwear," he suggested.
"The girls told me I should get him flowers back when I was still trying to get with him," Puck said. "I got him a cactus," he grinned proudly.
"You know what, just keep it simple, man," Artie advised. "Forget about underwear and flowers. Just have sex and make it good. No thongs and no cacti."
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That night, Tina stealthily slipped out of her bedroom window. She had selected a slightly different look for her little outing. She wore a simple white dress that stopped just above the knee. With it she wore red ankle boots and a blood red cloak with her hair fashioned into two braids and tied with red ribbon. A pair of white lace fingerless gloves completed the look.
Making her way down the dark streets of Lima, she picked up a familiar scent. Taking in her surroundings, she spied a spark of bright blue light emanating from Artie's fingertips from where he leaned up against a wall.
"You finally joining me for a midnight stroll?" Tina asked as she swept towards him.
"Somebody needs to protect Little Red Riding Hood from the Big Bad Wolf," Artie commented.
"Hardly," Tina responded with a touch of arrogance. "If anything, somebody should be protecting the Big Bad Wolf from little girls like me."
"Truth is I couldn't sleep," Artie explained as they fell in to step with one another and prowled the streets.
"You're worried about Rachel's Doctor's appointment tomorrow," Tina guessed.
"Beyond worried," Artie said. "So I decided that for at least one night I could see exactly what it is that Tina Cohen-Chang gets up to."
"You're welcome to tag along," Tina permitted. "Just don't think I won't hurt you if you try and get in my way."
They carried on walking and heard the sound of smashing glass. Before Artie had time to blink Tina was already running towards the source of the sound and he had to run as fast as he could to try and catch up to her. The smashing sound had been made by a woman throwing a brick through the windshield of a car. Said woman had moved on to whack the side mirrors with a baseball bat. Artie noticed that the tyres had also been slashed.
"Why aren't you stopping her?" Artie asked Tina.
"She's not a car thief," Tina observed. "She isn't stealing it."
"No," Artie acknowledged. "But she's smashing the hell out of it. We should stop her."
"She's a woman scorned, Artie," Tina stated. "Clearly the car belongs to some asshole guy who cheated on her or something."
"That doesn't make it ok," Artie argued as a man (presumably the owner of the car) burst out of his house yelling angrily at her. "Hey!" Artie called out when the man made to strike the woman but Tina had already moved and snapped the man's wrist before he could make the hit. The woman was now attacking the man with the baseball bat and yelling obscenities. "Whoa, calm down, that's enough," Artie insisted moving towards the action. "Lady, that's enough," he said standing in front of the man on the floor to spare him further attack. "Calm down," he repeated. "I'm sure he isn't worth it."
The woman let out an empty laugh before pulling a bottle of vodka from her handbag. She gulped down a mouthful before throwing it at the car. She then lit a match and began stalking away, throwing the match over her shoulder where it missed its target and landed on the sidewalk, Artie stamping it out with his sneaker.
"You ok, man?" Artie asked as the man on the floor slowly got to his feet.
"Forget him," Tina grabbed Artie's arm and hurried him away.
"I notice you didn't stop that crazy lady from attacking him," Artie pointed out accusingly.
"He was gonna hit her first, he deserved it," Tina replied. "Now come on, I'm sure there are plenty more adventures for us to embark on tonight."
Barely an hour later, Artie and Tina found themselves crossing paths with a group of rowdy men who seemed to be in their early thirties. A tall man with a ginger beard wolf-whistled at Tina and made a comment about wanting to see what was going on under her pretty little dress.
"You're not touching her," Artie snarled at him, his hands balled into fists inside the pockets of his jacket.
"Really think you can stop me, school-boy?" Ginger-beard laughed.
"Dan, come on," the most sober of the group said clapping Ginger-beard Dan on the shoulder. "They're just kids. They should probably be at home in bed," he said in a tone that suggested he was a parent with children of his own.
"I'll take the little girly home to bed," Dan cackled. "Bet she'd take it in every hole," he jeered, two of the group laughing along with him while the rest failed to look impressed.
"You'll have to excuse, Dan, sweetheart," an attractive man with tattoos commented. "He's had too much to drink tonight. You should get your girlfriend home, lad," he added to Artie. "These streets aren't safe at night."
"Especially for a pretty little thing like you," Dan winked at Tina.
"She's underage," a shorter man with glasses hissed. "Now cut it out, we're taking you home. Sorry miss," he apologised to Tina looking rather embarrassed by the situation. With an arm around Dan's waist, he forced him to walk on, the ginger-bearded man slapping Tina's ass along the way. "Damn it, Dan," Glasses cursed.
"Oh she likes it," Dan laughed before he found himself curled up on the ground, howling in pain as he cupped his groin.
"Fuck," Attractive Tattoo guy swore seeming impressed by Tina taking Dan down with a kick to his genitals.
"I should cut your hand off for groping me like that," Tina stated darkly.
"Fuck," Attractive Tattoo repeated seeming nervous this time.
"Look, we're really sorry about this," Sober Parent apologised. "He's just really drunk. We'll get him home now."
"I want to cut his hand off," Tina said darkly. "Maybe I'll cut his pathetic little dick off too and then make him eat it."
"Ok, Queen T, time to go," Artie insisted grabbing her hand and sending an electric shock through her to show he meant business.
"Ouch," she growled at him, baring her fangs.
"We're leaving," Artie declared sending another wave of electricity through to Tina in warning and leading her away. "Are you crazy or just stupid?" Artie asked once they were far enough away. "You can't threaten to cut off some guy's hand and his dick in front of a group of witnesses. If you'd done shit like that in front of them they'd be calling the police and you'd be going to jail."
"A jail cell couldn't hold me," Tina shrugged. "And the police certainly couldn't handle me either."
"Ok, you've had your midnight walk," Artie huffed. "I'm taking you home now. You're going to be a good little vampire and go to bed."
"Go home if you want to," Tina replied in a bored tone. "But I'm not done yet," she strode off down the street and Artie pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a groan before following after her.
Over an hour later, Artie had aided Tina in preventing a middle-aged woman from being gang-raped by her teenage step-son and his friends. Seeing the woman sob in Tina's arms as she repeatedly thanked her, Artie found himself understanding why Tina felt it so important to roam the streets of Lima seeking out trouble each night.
"Ok," Artie admitted as Tina linked her arm with his and escorted him home. "You did good. You prevented a really horrible thing from happening to that lady."
"I'm not out on the streets night after night just for fun you know," Tina told him. "I won't deny that I really enjoy beating the crap out of bad guys, but rescuing the victims is what I'm really out here for. Sometimes I save women, sometimes I save men, the other night I even rescued a dog."
"A dog?" Artie asked. "What were you rescuing a dog from?"
"It was a stray," Tina answered. "Some high school boys were throwing rocks at it. So I threw some rocks at them and I took the dog to the old man who lives down my street. He's been really lonely since his wife died earlier this year. I thought he could use the company."
"Ok, I get it, you're like some vicious dark angel," Artie said.
"Does that mean you're gonna get off my back about my nightly activities now?" Tina asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"You're doing good, I see that," Artie replied. "Just be careful and don't get yourself hurt or arrested by doing anything stupid."
"Relax," Tina told him with a smile. "This Little Red Riding Hood knows how to look after herself. Now be a good boy and go to bed," she instructed him.
"Right," Artie nodded looking up at his house. "I'm going. Night Tina," he said looking back to her only to realise she'd disappeared already.
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The following morning, Kurt and Puck couldn't keep their hands off each other. Both teenagers were filled with excitement over the prospect of their promise to sleep together after Regionals.
Before school, Puck showed up on the Hummel doorstep. He tried to give Burt a fist-bump in greeting but it didn't seem to go down too well. Puck then invited himself inside the house and located Kurt at the breakfast table. The pair made goo-goo eyes at one another and played footsie under the table as they shared Kurt's poached eggs and French toast. Mr. Hummel sat across from the two boys trying to ignore the teenage love in the room. Burt Hummel was no fool. He realised that if his son hadn't given the Puckerman kid his virginity already then it would be happening very soon, though hopefully not on his breakfast table while he was still in the room.
"So," Burt said clearing his throat awkwardly in an effort to gain their attention. "You kids got that Glee thing coming up soon. Sectionals, right?"
"Regionals," Kurt corrected not tearing his eyes away from Puck. "This Saturday."
"Right, um, that should be fun," Burt replied.
"I'm definitely looking forward to it," Puck remarked meaningfully and Kurt's skin flushed pink as he giggled.
"Hmm," Burt grunted in response wondering if he could punch his son's boyfriend hard enough to make him cry. "Kurt," he called. "Hey, look over here," he said gruffly snapping his fingers in Kurt's face to ensure he had his attention. "You make sure you're here for Friday night dinner. I've got some things I wanna talk about with you."
"Ok," Kurt nodded with a smile. "I'll be home after Mr. Schuester takes us through a final dress rehearsal for Regionals. Can Noah come for dinner too?"
"Not this time," Burt answered. "This Friday I want some special father-son time. Like I said, I've got some things I wanna talk to you about."
"I don't mind if Noah's here," Kurt said. "Anything you say to me you can say to my boyfriend too, right?"
"Alright," Burt replied. "Noah can come for dinner on Friday."
"Thanks, dad," Kurt grinned. "You're the best."
Burt just quirked an eyebrow in response and if his son and Puck had managed to look away from each other long enough to capture his expression they would have seen the mischief in his eyes. Finishing his cup of coffee and heading out the door whistling a tune, Burt wondered if it would be too cruel to capture a photo or video footage of the look on Kurt's face when he realised they would be having the sex talk with Noah Puckerman in the same room to hear every word.
To Be Continued…
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