Disclaimer – I do not own Glee, if I did, Kurt would plan my wedding for me so that I don't have to

Hello dear readers, and welcome back.

Now, as is tradition with me, whenever I spend aaagggeeesss writing a chapter at least one person comments that it feels rushed. But you know what, this really wasn't rushed, it genuinely took a long time.

Chapter 36 – The First Time

The New Directions loitered around the hospital for a while longer before making their goodbyes to Quinn, Matt and baby Beth.

"Ok, 'Cedes, what are the dirty details about you and Trouty Mouth?" Santana asked as they left the hospital.

"Who?" Mercedes shrugged.

"The blonde guy," Santana answered.

"His name was Sam and he's… nice," Mercedes replied with a small smile.

"Nice? Ew," Santana looked repulsed before catching up to Brittany instead.

"Any other gossip about nice Sam?" Tina enquired.

"We swapped numbers and he said he'd call me tomorrow but he probably won't," Mercedes said.

"Don't put yourself down, Mercedes," Tina complained. "You're a Beyonce, you ain't no Kelly Rowland. Besides, that Sam guy was totally in to you. Trust me, he's gonna call."

"You really think so?" Mercedes asked doubtfully.

"Of course," Tina insisted.

"He'd be a fool not to," Mike added.

"Such a cute puppy," Tina commented ruffling Mike's hair and then fingering his collarbone, the action making the boy shiver with pleasure.

"Um, hey, Tina?" Finn asked looking a little awkward with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Could you maybe walk me home? It's just kinda dark and its dangerous outside."

Tina smirked up at the boy and rolled her eyes but agreed to act as his bodyguard and walk him home nonetheless.

As for Kurt and Puck, they made a show of saying goodbye to one another in front of Burt Hummel. Perhaps they made a little too much emphasis on how they would see one another at school on Monday but Burt didn't seem to suspect anything. Puck opened the passenger side door of Burt's car so Kurt could slip in and he winked at his boyfriend before making another goodbye and heading home himself to wait for Kurt to sneak over.

"So, you kids won your first trophy," Burt commented proudly on the drive home.

"Winning something feels pretty great," Kurt acknowledged. "For a moment I thought Vocal Adrenaline had it in the bag. They've been our biggest competition all along and they began their performance so well. Then they made a few mistakes and that was it. Over, just like that. It could have just as easily happened to us, especially with Finn's dancing."

"But it didn't happen to you," Burt pointed out. "You kids were perfect. You earned that first place trophy."

"Thanks," Kurt smiled.

"So, is that it or do you have more competitions coming up?" Burt asked.

"From now on Glee will be devoted to preparing for Nationals," Kurt explained. "That's the really big one, dad. Just qualifying to compete at Nationals is an incredible achievement in itself. But if we could win Nationals too, that would be amazing. But we really need to work hard on choreography if we want to stand a chance at even placing at Nationals, never mind winning."

"Hey, anything could happen," Burt told him.

They pulled up and exited the car, Burt slinging his arm around his son's shoulders as they walked up the drive together.

"So, that friend of yours," Burt said. "The one who just had the baby," he clarified. "Is she gonna be ok?"

"I hope so," Kurt responded.

"Poor kid," Burt commented clucking his tongue sympathetically. "She's gonna regret giving that baby up you know. And her parents just turned their backs on her?"

"Yeah," Kurt said. "She's been living with Rachel and her dads ever since she got kicked out."

"I can't imagine what it must be like for her," Burt unlocked the door and stood back to let Kurt inside first.

"Hmm," Kurt responded.

"What's that 'hmm' for?" Burt pried noting how his son's posture turned uncomfortable for just a moment.

"Nothing," Kurt shrugged off and Burt just quirked his eyebrows at him, making it clear he expected a better explanation. "I just… you said you can't imagine what it must be like for Quinn to have her parents kick her out like that. And honestly, I can't really imagine it either but… well…"

"But well, what?" Burt prodded looking at the teen carefully.

"Before I told you I was gay," Kurt said. "I imagined multiple different ways you might react. And some of the potential scenarios that entered my head didn't really have the best outcome. It doesn't matter."

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Burt gripped Kurt's shoulder before he could scurry away. "Kurt, it matters. You matter. Look at me," he instructed gently and Kurt lifted his gaze to meet that of his father's. "Did you seriously think I'd ever stop loving you and kick you out of your own home?"

"I didn't know how you'd react," Kurt replied.

"For a smart kid you can be such an idiot," Burt sighed pulling Kurt into a tight hug. "Nothing in the world could stop me from loving you."

XXX

It took a little longer than Kurt had intended, but eventually he managed to slip away to his basement bedroom with the excuse that performing had made him tired. He then made a point of putting on his best pair of underwear before standing in front of his mirror to ensure he turned invisible and then walking through the wall of his house and heading to meet his boyfriend.

Save for an excitable dog barking joyously at an invisible Kurt (much to her owner's confusion), the journey to Puck's was uneventful. Reaching his boyfriend's house, Kurt sent a text to let Puck know he was outside waiting for him and the bad boy was soon climbing out his window and clambering into his truck, Kurt having already let himself into the passenger seat.

Then they were driving to the little Motel in Lima Heights that Santana had promised had sound-proof walls and clean sheets each night.

As the drive brought them closer and closer to their destination, Kurt found his heart beating faster while Puck felt his manhood straining against his jeans, eager to be set free.

Puck parked his truck and Kurt looked out the window to inspect the building. He was pleasantly surprised to find the Motel looked rather welcoming. He'd certainly been expecting something more sordid, almost like a strip club (or at least what he imagined a strip club to look like).

"Ready babe?" Puck asked eagerly.

"Lead the way, sweet kitten," Kurt answered following after his boyfriend.

At the reception desk, Kurt half expected them to be turned away or sneered at when Puck asked for a room but the key was handed over without incident. Puck led the way to their room, number fifteen, and as soon as the door was closed and locked behind them Kurt promptly turned invisible.

"Um, Kurt?" Puck called out stretching out his hand and searching for his boyfriend. "Babe, I can't see you," he pointed out just in case Kurt was unaware of his invisible state. "Kurt?"

"Here," Kurt voiced stepping up to Puck, taking his hand and bringing it to his face to cup his cheek. "I'm here, Noah."

"Baby, if we're gonna do this I want to be able to see you," Puck said.

"I know," Kurt answered. "And I want you to see me. I do. I just need a few minutes I guess."

"Tell you what," Puck said leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheek, his lips brushing just under the boy's eye. "You get on the bed and get comfortable and I'll give you a little show."

Kurt nodded his agreement, forgetting that Puck couldn't see him, and rearranged the pillows on the bed so he could sit up against them and watch whatever Puck had planned.

"You comfy?" Puck asked knowing Kurt was on the bed because the mattress had squeaked a little.

"Yes," Kurt replied watching on curiously as Puck moved to put the radio on.

Once Puck had found a song he approved of he returned to the middle of the room and smirked in the general direction he thought Kurt to be. Then he started to dance. Not the type of dancing one might see in the choreography for a Glee number. It was the type of dancing that could use a pole as a partner rather than a person.

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend's performance, feeling his skin heat up as he blushed. By the chorus, Puck's clothing had started to come off and was carelessly being thrown across the room.

With his eyes still on Puck, Kurt moved on to his knees and stripped off his own shirt. Still invisible, he shifted around on the bed taking his pants off. Clad only in his underwear, Puck already naked, his penis bobbing to the music as he wriggled his hips, Kurt found the courage to return to his natural visible state.

"Hi," he greeted Puck shyly.

"There's my boy," Puck smiled crawling onto the bed and capturing Kurt's lips in a kiss. "Um, now what?" Puck asked uncertainly.

"How do you usually go about your sexual exploits?" Kurt asked.

"We make out, I tell the chick she's not fat or play along when she wants to call me daddy, whatever meets their needs, you know?" Puck shrugged. "Then I go down on her for a while, make her feel really good. Then she's begging for Puckzilla so I give it to her. That's pretty much it. But that's with girls, not dudes. Other than making out and sucking your dick I'm not sure how to make this feel good for you," he admitted. "I mean I researched and stuff, plus there was that sex talk with your dad, that was really informative."

"Please don't talk about my dad's sex talk, I'm trying to repress that memory," Kurt interjected.

"Right, sorry," Puck apologised fingering the waistband of Kurt's underwear absentmindedly. "I guess I'm more nervous about this than I thought. I have some vague ideas on what I should be doing but I've never been with a guy before so I don't really know from experience what I'm doing."

"Relax," Kurt said soothingly lifting his hips and encouraging Puck to slip off his underwear. "You at least have heterosexual experience and I'm confident that will prove helpful. I'm sure some of the skills you've learned with girls and people's mums must be transferable. And I know I don't have any real experience in this area myself but would it be agreeable with you if I took the reigns?"

"It's cute that you talk with fancy sentences before we fuck," Puck smiled.

"Let's start with something we're both experts in," Kurt suggested giving Puck a quick kiss and guiding Puck's hand to his cock while he wrapped his own hand around himself. "Touch yourself for me," Kurt requested while he stroked his own length.

Puck followed Kurt's instruction and slowly stroked himself to full hardness, keeping his eyes trained on Kurt touching himself as he did so. The pair continued their mutual masturbation, leaning in to one another to exchange both chaste and tongue-filled kisses.

Noticing how Puck's nipples had stiffened, Kurt took the opportunity to cover one nipple with his mouth and lightly suck.

"That tickles," Puck laughed backing away from the touch before arching back into it a split second later.

"Try it on me," Kurt suggested and Puck opted to give a gentle bite to Kurt's nipple rather than just suck. "Ouch," Kurt hissed, unsure if he liked it or not.

Deciding to move things along, Kurt stroked his dick one last time before straddling Puck's face and leaning down so his own face was level with Puck's cock. Puck's dick twitched in greeting as Kurt gazed at it and the countertenor stretched his mouth and licked his lips in preparation before taking the head of Puck's shaft into his mouth. He jumped a little as he felt Puck's lips on his own cock before taking more of Puck's length down his throat.

After a few minutes, Kurt decided the position was too awkward and clumsy so he let Puck's dick fall from his mouth and he manoeuvred himself so he was face to face with his boyfriend and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. He slipped his hand down Puck's chiselled chest before toying with his manhood a little.

"Did you bring lube?" Kurt asked in a whisper, as though afraid his dad would somehow hear him and come bursting into the Motel room to put a stop to things if he spoke too loud.

"In my coat pocket," Puck nodded and Kurt pressed a kiss to his lips before moving away to fetch it.

Returning with the bottle, Kurt wrapped his hand back around Puck's member and stroked him leisurely as he read the 'how to use' section on the label of the lube bottle.

"Here," Kurt said, replacing Puck's hand with his own so the guitarist was stroking himself.

Kurt then shifted himself so he was straddling Puck's abdomen but not settling his weight on the boy. He was able to watch Puck touch himself and presented his ass to Puck at the same time. Squirting some lube onto his own fingers, Kurt reached around to probe his own hole, knowing that Puck would be watching with rapt attention, the likes of which the bad boy never gave to their school teachers.

"Tell me how it feels?" Puck asked watching Kurt's finger disappear into his little hole only to partially come back out and be pushed in again.

Truthfully, it was a little uncomfortable and almost felt like he was in need of a number two. However, Kurt opted to avoid the truth in favour of maintaining the mood.

"So good, so tight," Kurt sighed working his finger inside of himself at a slighter quicker pace. "Oh, Noah, I wish it was you. I want you inside me."

Abandoning his cock, Puck gripped Kurt's butt-cheeks and pried them apart to get a better view of Kurt's quivering entrance. He then pushed Kurt onto his front and moved down behind him, spreading his ass cheeks again and admiring the boy's hole.

"Noah?" Kurt asked over his shoulder.

Knowing that he was good at performing oral on women, Puck reasoned he was probably a natural at rimming. Smirking, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss over Kurt's entrance before flicking his tongue out and licking along Kurt's crack.

"Holy-fuck-shit-hell!" Kurt gasped out and Puck smirked as he put his tongue to work, enjoying the variety of sounds he was able to pull from his boyfriend. Every now and then, Kurt unintentionally turned invisible, but Puck was so fixated on mouthing and licking at his boyfriend's asshole he didn't even notice. "Mmm, fuck, Noah, fuck," Kurt babbled as he gripped the pillow and let out a string of incoherent moans.

Pulling away, Puck nipped playfully at Kurt's butt-cheek before snatching up the lube and coating his fingers before probing Kurt's entrance.

"Oh, oh, oh," Kurt moaned as Puck eased the first two digits inside.

"You like that, baby?" Puck asked.

"Yes," Kurt whined pushing back against Puck's fingers. This time, Puck noticed his boyfriend switching between invisibility and visibility. "More," Kurt practically begged. "Noah, I need more."

"Sure," Puck said speeding up his movements and fingering Kurt harder. He dipped his head down and stabbed his tongue in along with his fingers to give some extra last minute preparation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kurt swore. "Noah, please," he whimpered.

Dropping a kiss to the base of Kurt's spine, Puck scrambled off the bed to grab the handful of condoms he had stuffed in his jeans pocket. Returning to the bed, he opened a condom and tried to put it on himself but split the latex before it had even touched his cock. He briefly considered leaving the condom and fucking Kurt bare-back, but he knew his boyfriend deserved better than that and he knew Burt would shoot his dick off if he ever found out. Taking up a second condom, Puck made another attempt but it just didn't work.

"Kurt, baby," Puck asked pressing a lingering kiss to Kurt's rear. "Can you put one on me?" he asked and Kurt twisted round and picked up a condom.

Kurt was able to slip the condom on to Puck's member easily, although he seemed to feel the need to turn invisible when he did it. With his task complete, the boy turned visible again and moved onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to his boyfriend.

Hands resting at Kurt's hips, Puck felt like he should say something romantic. Pretty words weren't a particularly strong point for Puck so he wasn't sure what he should say. He knew some people thought the stars were romantic but talking about stars didn't seem appropriate. He knew roses and candles were romantic and he mentally berated himself for not bringing some with him to make the night more special. Some people thought snow was romantic but he didn't have Mercedes Jones' capabilities of controlling the weather. So Puck decided his romantic gesture could be three simple words he hadn't yet been brave enough to say to his boy.

"I love you," Puck said as he buried himself inside of Kurt making the boy whine.

XXX

As the night progressed, Kurt and Puck made use of three more condoms before they showered together. Towelling his hair dry and watching Puck remake the bed for them to sleep in, Kurt smiled as he told Puck that he loved him too.

To Be Continued…

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