What Goes with Crocs (Part 2)
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silvererienaSorry for the long wait, guys. I've been super busy since Halloween, but now that things have calmed down a bit, I have more time to write. :)
Title: What Goes with Crocs Pt. 2
Author: silvereriena
Pairing: Pre-Slash Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13 for language (May go up later)
Spoilers: Up to "Mash-Up"
Summary: Kurt suddenly gets asked out by Puck and is too curious to pass up the opportunity.
Notes: The date is happening. That's right, folks. Also, here's a link to Part 1
The end of the week promised interesting things for Kurt. After Mr. Schuester had nodded his approval over their latest choreography, he made a beeline for his bag and began to pack his things. He couldn't help but sneak a glance over at Puck who was zipping his guitar back in its case.
Neither of them had spoken about the aforementioned date that was to happen tonight. Kurt kept thinking and over-thinking the disastrous possibilities that could occur. For example, if Puck hadn't spoken to him about it since Tuesday, did that mean that the date was off? He couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about it. If he was honest with himself, Kurt had been pretty excited about the whole thing. He had never been on a date in his life, having been deemed too much of a freak from the majority of people in school. And then, the biggest jock in the history of forever (in his mind, at least), who was also part of a musical performance club, had asked him out. It all seemed too surreal.
Puck was walking towards him. Kurt made a quick show of rummaging through his shoulder bag, making sure to look cool and disinterested with what was going on around him. He finally looked up when he saw Puck stop in front of him out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm picking you up at seven," Puck reminded him.
Kurt could do nothing but nod mutely. The anticipation was making him jittery again, but he kept it in check.
"And don't spend too much time primping," Puck added before walking out of the classroom.
He couldn't help but let his indignation come out at that. "I do not primp, I beautify!" he clarified.
He heard Puck let out a snort before disappearing out the door. Crossing his arms, Kurt let out his own derisive noise. He was starting to wonder why he had agreed to go on this date.
The familiar gesture of Mercedes' arm around his shoulders brought him back to reality. He turned to see her grinning at him.
"Time to get you ready, pretty boy," she said, holding up her hand.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You know it!" he replied and promptly high-fived her.
~*~*~*~
"I don't think this works either." Kurt put down the blue jacket he had been holding in front of his full-length mirror.
Mercedes was lounging on his bed, flipping through a magazine. She looked up at him and sighed. "Kurt, you've been trying on clothes for two hours. I don't think Puck's the kind of guy who would notice the finer details of your embroidered shirt."
Kurt glowered as he quickly picked up another possible jacket. "He may not care, but I want to look good for my first date. Do you think this would clash with my cashmere scarf?"
"Kurt..." Mercedes threw her magazine away and sat up straight. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean... it's Puck, the guy who's been throwing you in dumpsters since the first day of freshman year. What if all of this really is just a cruel joke?"
"Well, I won't know unless I go!" Kurt said brightly. In truth, he was concerned about that as well, but he buried it under a smile. He didn't want to destroy that small spark of excitement he felt; it was too nice to let go of.
Seeing that Mercedes still looked uneasy, he sat down next to her and took her hands in his. She squeezed back reassuringly, and he took it as his cue to start speaking. "Listen, I know this all seems unreal. But he actually asked me! He asked me to go to the movies with him! He thought I was going out with another guy and that's why he asked me out! I'm almost positive this isn't a prank!"
Mercedes let out a low "Hmmm..." as if she were still debating the truth in that fact. Thankfully, she let it slide and gave Kurt a tight hug to show her support. "Just tell him that if he does hurt you, I'm gonna shove my stilletos up where his jockstrap gets lost."
~*~*~*~
Puck pulled over by the curb and turned off his keys. He checked his phone again to make sure the address Kurt had sent him was the one he was in front of. He peered out of his window and his jaw dropped. Kurt's house was freaking big, with a giant lawn and everything. The kid was obviously rolling in more than a bit of money. No wonder he was able to afford so much designer shit, Puck thought.
The walk from his truck to the front door seemed to take ages. Truth be told, Puck was nervous as hell. He was going on a date with the gayest kid this side of the state and he still wasn't entirely sure why. Alright, he knew why, he just didn't like to admit it.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell and waited, his hands shoved in his pockets. The door opened shortly and Puck was greeted with a man who looked like the spitting image of a trucker, complete with a flannel shirt and beer can in hand.
"Um..." Puck was a little lost for words. He hadn't expected to see someone so scruffy come out of a house like this. "Hi, I'm Noah Puckerman. I'm here to pick Hum- uh, Kurt up for the movie?"
The man eyed him up and down, and Puck couldn't help but straighten his posture. "He'll be down in a minute," he finally replied.
Was that really Kurt's dad? He seemed to have kept all of his testosterone for himself and given none to his son. The awkward parental meeting was cut short as Kurt bounded down the stairs and flew out the door past his father. The moment he saw Puck though, he composed himself and straightened his hat, looking dignified. Puck had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
"I'm surprised you're on time," he said coolly. He waved at his father and then led the way to the truck. Puck couldn't believe the elaborate clothes he was wearing just to go to the movies. He was starting to regret asking him out... geez, he was wearing some frilly scarf with a hat, and a crazy bright shirt, and tight, tight pants that showed off his really cute ass that kept wiggling back and forth...
...
Shit.
"Well, are we going?" Kurt tapped his foot impatiently. Puck jogged to catch up, trying to look annoyed rather than aroused. He wasn't much of an actor according to Rachel, but he thought he had done a pretty good job. Kurt had hopped inside the truck without any suspicions.
"So which explosion-filled, sex-saturated blockbuster are we watching?" Kurt asked, examining his fingernails.
Puck had the feeling he was avoiding his gaze and felt just a bit ticked. He'd already asked him out, what was he so goddamn afraid of?
"Actually, I thought you'd want to choose the movie," he said, trying to keep his voice calm.
Kurt finally looked at him in surprise. "You're letting me choose?" he asked uncertainly.
"Just don't let it be too gay."
Kurt turned his head back to look out the window, but when Puck glanced at him, he could see a small smile tugging at his lips.
~*~*~*~
To say he was surprised by the choice of movie was an understatement. Kurt had made a beeline straight for, not the chick flick as he had expected, but a sci-fi movie that was apparently really good according to critics.
"The plotline looks awesome," Kurt said as the opening credits rolled in. He had brought with him a boatload of snacks into the theatre which Puck had grudgingly paid for after Kurt kept raising an eyebrow at him.
The movie turned out to be pretty awesome, as he had said. However, during the more boring dialog scenes, Puck kept sneaking glances at Kurt to see his reactions to the movie. He was glued to the screen at all times, his hand moving mechanically to stuff more popcorn in his mouth. Puck watched as the food made its way past those soft, pink lips... Shit, he was doing it again!
He stared directly at the screen, determined not to look at Kurt anymore. He never would have thought that he, the biggest womanizer in Lima, would be turned on by an effeminate boy. When had he started looking at Kurt in a more than favorable way? He was supposed to be the gay kid who deserved to get thrown in the dumpster every morning. But after he had joined Glee club, Puck's view on high school hierarchy had changed. He found out that not all of the gleeks were total losers; Finn had been an important player in helping him change his attitude, although it was still a slow process.
Now here he was, on a date with Kurt Hummel of all the gleeks. Although if there was one thing about Puck, he never had any problems with going after what he wanted. He just didn't want it to be so obvious this time...
"The movie's over." Kurt was standing up, waiting for him to get out of the row of seats first. Puck hadn't even realized, he had been so lost in his thoughts. And that was something Puck didn't do often; thinking for long periods of time wasn't cool.
They left the cinema and began the long walk back to the car. Puck had had to park six blocks down due to limited parking space, but found that he didn't really mind. The air was cool outside, but not to an unpleasant degree.
"So Noah..." Kurt began.
Puck whipped around. "What did you call me?" he said a bit too quickly.
Kurt stared at him blankly. "I assumed that now that we've been on a date, a first-name basis would be acceptable."
Noah shoved his hands in his pockets as he was prone to do when feeling uncomfortable. No one called him that apart from certain teachers and his mother. No girls he'd ever dated or cougars he'd slept with had ever called him by his first name either.
Somehow, Puck knew that Kurt would call him that from now on whether he liked it or not. And he found that it didn't really bother him as much as he had thought it would.
"You can call me Noah... Hummel." It didn't mean he was okay with a mutual first-name basis yet.
Kurt smiled brightly and Puck couldn't help but smirk back.
"So Noah," Kurt continued, "What's the real reason you asked me out?"
Puck stopped walking and glared at him. "What, you need me to give you a reason?"
"Well... yes." Kurt crossed his arms and looked at him meaningfully. "You could have just invited me to a guy's night out bowling or something. Why the one-on-one?"
"What do you want me to say, that I like you? Fine, I like you Hummel. I don't even know why, but I do and I was going to bust someone's ass when I thought you were going out with another guy! Is that what you wanted to hear?" The angry words flew out of Puck's mouth before he could stop himself.
Kurt looked shyly down with a smile. He fiddled with his scarf, making him look all the more adorable to Puck, even while he was still coming down from his angry high. "No one's ever liked me before," he said softly.
Puck didn't know what to say to that, but the image Kurt was making right now made him feel very... good. And not horny good like he was used to, another kind of good.
The ride back was relatively quiet, with Kurt humming happily under his breath. Puck got the feeling that he was very pleased with the evening and felt a small glow of pride. Even with a dude, he knew how to please. Oh yeah.
He walked Kurt up to his house, but once they were at the front door, he had no idea what to say. Was 'good night' enough? Did he need to do some special gay parting?
Kurt looked up at him meaningfully and he froze. Was he expecting a kiss? Puck wasn't ready for that yet, it was embarrassing enough he had confessed his feelings in a fit of rage. But Kurt smiled and merely stood on tiptoes to encircle his arms around Puck's neck in a hug. It was... weird, hugging the kid he'd bullied for over a year now, but he hugged back just the same. He felt a brief press of soft lips on his cheek before Kurt released him and took out his keys.
"Thanks for the great evening," he said, "You're not a neanderthal after all."
"And you're not... okay, you're still really gay. But that's cool."
Kurt chuckled before closing the door. Puck stood there for a moment, processing his thoughts. It was as if Kurt had sensed that he wasn't ready for a kiss, and understood. Maybe his gayness made him emphatic to other's feelings or something like that.
Puck shook his head. He was thinking about it too much again, and that was still not cool. He walked back into his truck and drove home.
A/N: Phew... So, this story is obviously not done. After all, they're not officially together yet. Can't wait for Wednesday's episode! :D
Title: What Goes with Crocs Pt. 2
Author: silvereriena
Pairing: Pre-Slash Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13 for language (May go up later)
Spoilers: Up to "Mash-Up"
Summary: Kurt suddenly gets asked out by Puck and is too curious to pass up the opportunity.
Notes: The date is happening. That's right, folks. Also, here's a link to Part 1
The end of the week promised interesting things for Kurt. After Mr. Schuester had nodded his approval over their latest choreography, he made a beeline for his bag and began to pack his things. He couldn't help but sneak a glance over at Puck who was zipping his guitar back in its case.
Neither of them had spoken about the aforementioned date that was to happen tonight. Kurt kept thinking and over-thinking the disastrous possibilities that could occur. For example, if Puck hadn't spoken to him about it since Tuesday, did that mean that the date was off? He couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about it. If he was honest with himself, Kurt had been pretty excited about the whole thing. He had never been on a date in his life, having been deemed too much of a freak from the majority of people in school. And then, the biggest jock in the history of forever (in his mind, at least), who was also part of a musical performance club, had asked him out. It all seemed too surreal.
Puck was walking towards him. Kurt made a quick show of rummaging through his shoulder bag, making sure to look cool and disinterested with what was going on around him. He finally looked up when he saw Puck stop in front of him out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm picking you up at seven," Puck reminded him.
Kurt could do nothing but nod mutely. The anticipation was making him jittery again, but he kept it in check.
"And don't spend too much time primping," Puck added before walking out of the classroom.
He couldn't help but let his indignation come out at that. "I do not primp, I beautify!" he clarified.
He heard Puck let out a snort before disappearing out the door. Crossing his arms, Kurt let out his own derisive noise. He was starting to wonder why he had agreed to go on this date.
The familiar gesture of Mercedes' arm around his shoulders brought him back to reality. He turned to see her grinning at him.
"Time to get you ready, pretty boy," she said, holding up her hand.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You know it!" he replied and promptly high-fived her.
~*~*~*~
"I don't think this works either." Kurt put down the blue jacket he had been holding in front of his full-length mirror.
Mercedes was lounging on his bed, flipping through a magazine. She looked up at him and sighed. "Kurt, you've been trying on clothes for two hours. I don't think Puck's the kind of guy who would notice the finer details of your embroidered shirt."
Kurt glowered as he quickly picked up another possible jacket. "He may not care, but I want to look good for my first date. Do you think this would clash with my cashmere scarf?"
"Kurt..." Mercedes threw her magazine away and sat up straight. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean... it's Puck, the guy who's been throwing you in dumpsters since the first day of freshman year. What if all of this really is just a cruel joke?"
"Well, I won't know unless I go!" Kurt said brightly. In truth, he was concerned about that as well, but he buried it under a smile. He didn't want to destroy that small spark of excitement he felt; it was too nice to let go of.
Seeing that Mercedes still looked uneasy, he sat down next to her and took her hands in his. She squeezed back reassuringly, and he took it as his cue to start speaking. "Listen, I know this all seems unreal. But he actually asked me! He asked me to go to the movies with him! He thought I was going out with another guy and that's why he asked me out! I'm almost positive this isn't a prank!"
Mercedes let out a low "Hmmm..." as if she were still debating the truth in that fact. Thankfully, she let it slide and gave Kurt a tight hug to show her support. "Just tell him that if he does hurt you, I'm gonna shove my stilletos up where his jockstrap gets lost."
~*~*~*~
Puck pulled over by the curb and turned off his keys. He checked his phone again to make sure the address Kurt had sent him was the one he was in front of. He peered out of his window and his jaw dropped. Kurt's house was freaking big, with a giant lawn and everything. The kid was obviously rolling in more than a bit of money. No wonder he was able to afford so much designer shit, Puck thought.
The walk from his truck to the front door seemed to take ages. Truth be told, Puck was nervous as hell. He was going on a date with the gayest kid this side of the state and he still wasn't entirely sure why. Alright, he knew why, he just didn't like to admit it.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell and waited, his hands shoved in his pockets. The door opened shortly and Puck was greeted with a man who looked like the spitting image of a trucker, complete with a flannel shirt and beer can in hand.
"Um..." Puck was a little lost for words. He hadn't expected to see someone so scruffy come out of a house like this. "Hi, I'm Noah Puckerman. I'm here to pick Hum- uh, Kurt up for the movie?"
The man eyed him up and down, and Puck couldn't help but straighten his posture. "He'll be down in a minute," he finally replied.
Was that really Kurt's dad? He seemed to have kept all of his testosterone for himself and given none to his son. The awkward parental meeting was cut short as Kurt bounded down the stairs and flew out the door past his father. The moment he saw Puck though, he composed himself and straightened his hat, looking dignified. Puck had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
"I'm surprised you're on time," he said coolly. He waved at his father and then led the way to the truck. Puck couldn't believe the elaborate clothes he was wearing just to go to the movies. He was starting to regret asking him out... geez, he was wearing some frilly scarf with a hat, and a crazy bright shirt, and tight, tight pants that showed off his really cute ass that kept wiggling back and forth...
...
Shit.
"Well, are we going?" Kurt tapped his foot impatiently. Puck jogged to catch up, trying to look annoyed rather than aroused. He wasn't much of an actor according to Rachel, but he thought he had done a pretty good job. Kurt had hopped inside the truck without any suspicions.
"So which explosion-filled, sex-saturated blockbuster are we watching?" Kurt asked, examining his fingernails.
Puck had the feeling he was avoiding his gaze and felt just a bit ticked. He'd already asked him out, what was he so goddamn afraid of?
"Actually, I thought you'd want to choose the movie," he said, trying to keep his voice calm.
Kurt finally looked at him in surprise. "You're letting me choose?" he asked uncertainly.
"Just don't let it be too gay."
Kurt turned his head back to look out the window, but when Puck glanced at him, he could see a small smile tugging at his lips.
~*~*~*~
To say he was surprised by the choice of movie was an understatement. Kurt had made a beeline straight for, not the chick flick as he had expected, but a sci-fi movie that was apparently really good according to critics.
"The plotline looks awesome," Kurt said as the opening credits rolled in. He had brought with him a boatload of snacks into the theatre which Puck had grudgingly paid for after Kurt kept raising an eyebrow at him.
The movie turned out to be pretty awesome, as he had said. However, during the more boring dialog scenes, Puck kept sneaking glances at Kurt to see his reactions to the movie. He was glued to the screen at all times, his hand moving mechanically to stuff more popcorn in his mouth. Puck watched as the food made its way past those soft, pink lips... Shit, he was doing it again!
He stared directly at the screen, determined not to look at Kurt anymore. He never would have thought that he, the biggest womanizer in Lima, would be turned on by an effeminate boy. When had he started looking at Kurt in a more than favorable way? He was supposed to be the gay kid who deserved to get thrown in the dumpster every morning. But after he had joined Glee club, Puck's view on high school hierarchy had changed. He found out that not all of the gleeks were total losers; Finn had been an important player in helping him change his attitude, although it was still a slow process.
Now here he was, on a date with Kurt Hummel of all the gleeks. Although if there was one thing about Puck, he never had any problems with going after what he wanted. He just didn't want it to be so obvious this time...
"The movie's over." Kurt was standing up, waiting for him to get out of the row of seats first. Puck hadn't even realized, he had been so lost in his thoughts. And that was something Puck didn't do often; thinking for long periods of time wasn't cool.
They left the cinema and began the long walk back to the car. Puck had had to park six blocks down due to limited parking space, but found that he didn't really mind. The air was cool outside, but not to an unpleasant degree.
"So Noah..." Kurt began.
Puck whipped around. "What did you call me?" he said a bit too quickly.
Kurt stared at him blankly. "I assumed that now that we've been on a date, a first-name basis would be acceptable."
Noah shoved his hands in his pockets as he was prone to do when feeling uncomfortable. No one called him that apart from certain teachers and his mother. No girls he'd ever dated or cougars he'd slept with had ever called him by his first name either.
Somehow, Puck knew that Kurt would call him that from now on whether he liked it or not. And he found that it didn't really bother him as much as he had thought it would.
"You can call me Noah... Hummel." It didn't mean he was okay with a mutual first-name basis yet.
Kurt smiled brightly and Puck couldn't help but smirk back.
"So Noah," Kurt continued, "What's the real reason you asked me out?"
Puck stopped walking and glared at him. "What, you need me to give you a reason?"
"Well... yes." Kurt crossed his arms and looked at him meaningfully. "You could have just invited me to a guy's night out bowling or something. Why the one-on-one?"
"What do you want me to say, that I like you? Fine, I like you Hummel. I don't even know why, but I do and I was going to bust someone's ass when I thought you were going out with another guy! Is that what you wanted to hear?" The angry words flew out of Puck's mouth before he could stop himself.
Kurt looked shyly down with a smile. He fiddled with his scarf, making him look all the more adorable to Puck, even while he was still coming down from his angry high. "No one's ever liked me before," he said softly.
Puck didn't know what to say to that, but the image Kurt was making right now made him feel very... good. And not horny good like he was used to, another kind of good.
The ride back was relatively quiet, with Kurt humming happily under his breath. Puck got the feeling that he was very pleased with the evening and felt a small glow of pride. Even with a dude, he knew how to please. Oh yeah.
He walked Kurt up to his house, but once they were at the front door, he had no idea what to say. Was 'good night' enough? Did he need to do some special gay parting?
Kurt looked up at him meaningfully and he froze. Was he expecting a kiss? Puck wasn't ready for that yet, it was embarrassing enough he had confessed his feelings in a fit of rage. But Kurt smiled and merely stood on tiptoes to encircle his arms around Puck's neck in a hug. It was... weird, hugging the kid he'd bullied for over a year now, but he hugged back just the same. He felt a brief press of soft lips on his cheek before Kurt released him and took out his keys.
"Thanks for the great evening," he said, "You're not a neanderthal after all."
"And you're not... okay, you're still really gay. But that's cool."
Kurt chuckled before closing the door. Puck stood there for a moment, processing his thoughts. It was as if Kurt had sensed that he wasn't ready for a kiss, and understood. Maybe his gayness made him emphatic to other's feelings or something like that.
Puck shook his head. He was thinking about it too much again, and that was still not cool. He walked back into his truck and drove home.
A/N: Phew... So, this story is obviously not done. After all, they're not officially together yet. Can't wait for Wednesday's episode! :D
