What Goes with Crocs (Final Part)
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silvererienaTitle: What Goes with Crocs Pt. 5
Author: silvereriena
Pairing:Kurt/Puck
Rating: R (Because the sex scene isn't that detailed, I think)
Spoilers: Everything except the season finale
Summary: Kurt suddenly gets asked out by Puck and is too curious to pass up the opportunity.
Notes: Last part of the story, folks. But not the last fic I write. I still need to write some detailed smut of these two out of my system.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
"What's going on?" Kurt asked. He looked from Quinn to Puck, feeling his insides grow icy cold.
Quinn looked like she was about to say something, but she shook her head and walked past a confused Kurt. "It's nothing," she mumbled before she left.
Kurt glared at the only person left in the choir room with answers. Puck was doing the whole awkward-shoving-hands-into-pockets scene, but he was having none of it.
"Noah," he said, looking at him pleadingly.
Puck couldn't look at his boyfriend directly. His brain was frantically coming up with lies he could tell, anything to save him from this situation. Unfortunately, Puck was not a cunning guy, and most of those lies sounded stupid even inside his own head.
And fuck, he was tired of having to lie about his own kid.
"Quinn's baby is mine," he said bluntly.
Kurt didn't move. "What?" he said after a moment.
"I'm the father," Puck said, looking at the ground, "Not Finn. I slept with her and she's been keeping it a secret."
Kurt swallowed hard. He also avoided looking at Puck and concentrated on the piano bench a few feet away. He thought that he shouldn't feel such sharp betrayal slicing at his heart, but he did. It was worse than ten dumpster dives.
"And... when were you going to tell me?" he asked slowly.
Puck didn't answer.
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
Puck pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. "Quinn doesn't want my help. She's with Finn and he thinks it's his baby and it's staying that way. I kept my mouth shut because that's what she wants."
Kurt let out a choked laugh. His hands were gripping the strap of his bag and twisting furiously. "You were going to keep this a secret from me? Are you only with me because you can't have Quinn?"
"No!" Puck shot up and strode towards him, "No, that's not it!"
Kurt flinched away when Puck tried to touch him. He refused to be suckered in and by God, people have tried doing that to him before.
"Kurt," Puck said seriously, "I really like you, man. It's just..."
"You're going to be a father, Puck!" Kurt hissed, "Don't you even realize that?"
"I do! You think I like watching Quinn's belly grow and seeing Finn get to be proud about that, but not me?" Puck yelled back, "I don't want to lie to my best friend!"
"So what, you created some big controversy about you being gay so Finn would never suspect you'd sleep with his girlfriend?" Kurt rolled his eyes which had now begun to tear up.
"Dude, you're overreacting!" Puck ran his hands through his scalp in frustration, "Stop making shit up, I went out with you because I like you, okay?"
Kurt shook his head. "How can I be with someone who won't be honest with me?" He turned around so Puck wouldn't see him crying. He felt more ashamed to cry now than he had when he had come out to his father and Mercedes. He felt like he should be above Puck, and that he most certainly didn't deserve his tears. But it hurt, it hurt more than anything ever had, because despite himself, he had fallen for that giant idiot. "I'm glad I found out when I did."
He started to walk away, but Puck quickly yelled, "Don't tell Finn, please! It's not what Quinn wants!"
Kurt stopped, his shoulders sagging as if he was letting go of all of his breath. He turned his head and gave Puck the most venomous look he had ever seen. It made Puck actually take a step back, seeing such raw hatred on such a sweet face.
"That's what you're worried about?" was all Kurt said before he disappeared.
Puck closed his eyes and tightened his jaw before letting out a frustrated roar and kicking away the chair closest to him. He crumpled onto the floor, his face buried between his knees and his hands on his head.
He knew this would happen, he thought bitterly, he knew that he would eventually screw up Kurt's life. He always found a way to disappoint the people he cared about. For the first time, his unshakeable ego crumbled to dust as he realized that he was exactly what Quinn had once called him... a Lima loser.
~*~*~*~
Kurt was glad his father was in the repair shop when he got home. He really didn't want to bother him further with his troubles, but if he did find him in such a sniveling mess (dear God, the puffy eyes would be terrible for his skin), he would simply pop in his DVD of Titanic and let his father assume he was once again bawling over Leo's death.
Once in his bedroom, Kurt crawled on his bed and hugged his pillow. The low sound of his TV being made by the passengers ready to board the ship relaxed him slightly, although his tears were still seeping onto his sheets.
He should not be this upset, he thought angrily to himself. It was Noah Puckerman, for God's sake. He should have known that it was too good to be true. There had to have been a catch.
Puck was going to be a father... well, he shouldn't be so surprised considering how many girls had spread their legs open for him. And yet Kurt couldn't believe they would have kept on dating with him being completely oblivious.
Oh crap, the tears were coming back full-force. He sat up straight, intent on calling Mercedes, but realized that she was going to a family dinner tonight. He didn't want to call the other girls without having her there as well.
"I'm going to have to break my diet," he sighed melodramatically. Perhaps his grief would easily burn the calories brought about by the comfort chocolate ice-cream he was about to eat. While he rummaged through his closet for his favorite slippers, his eyes fell on a pair of blue crocs given to him by his cousin for Christmas. Kurt had kept them out of family duty, but denied that they ever existed.
Seeing them reminded him of Puck and how he closely linked the two together. Kurt stared at them blankly, believing that they were uglier than ever before.
"There's nothing that can make crocs look good. There never will be." And he put them inside a shoebox and closed his closet.
~*~*~*~
The rest of the week had been completely shitty for Puck. Kurt had avoided him at any given opportunity during classes, and when they were at rehearsal he sat as far away from his as possible. It seemed that although Kurt hadn't given the details about why they broke up, he certainly looked as though he was the dumpee, what with his almost-constant red eyes and his hair being less coiffed than usual.
Finn had sympathized with him, but all of the girls in glee had crowded around Kurt like his own private guard and kept glaring at him. What was it with chicks and always siding with the gay guy?
During football practice, the guys were bullying him worse than usual, and Puck had felt sick watching Kurt get purposely tripped on the field. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything since coach Tanaka had put him on the bench for punching out one of the guys after he had tried to give Kurt a wedgie.
In between all of these shitty instances, Rachel kept following him around trying to give him advice. She seemed to have taken the fact that they had broken up personally, since their coupling was supposedly 'her miraculous creation'.
"You need to find a way to talk to him," she said for the tenth time, just when he was walking to the boy's bathroom.
"He doesn't want to be anywhere near me," he emphasized before kicking the door open and storming in.
Rachel was not bothered and simply followed him inside. Puck rolled his eyes upward but unzipped his pants and did his business even as she kept on talking to him. The guy on his left stared at her warily and Puck wanted to say, "Dude, I know. Just look away and keep pissing."
"You do realize that whatever happened between you is most probably a misunderstanding, right?" Rachel said, "I know Kurt said that you had a 'difference of opinion' but I really believe that if you just talked to-"
"Why are you so into this, huh?" Puck reeled on her after having finished. "If me and Kurt broke up, that's none of your business!"
Rachel frowned at him. "Yes it is, because I helped you two get along. I know you're miserable and that he is too, even though he says that the only love in his life right now is Gene Kelly."
"Who?"
Rachel waved away his question with her hand. "The point is that you guys need to make up. I don't know if you've noticed, but when you guys were together, your singing was truly amazing. Kurt was belting out tunes better than usual and it made everyone else want to sing their best too. But now he's miserable, half of glee club hates you and no one is performing even halfway as well as they used to. And as captain of the Glee club, I have to do what's best for our team."
Puck raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to get back together with Kurt so we can all sing well again?"
"That's the official version. But as a friend... oh, I know you don't think of us as friends -"
"I do," Puck said quietly. "Just... not best friends or anything."
Rachel looked stunned. Being Rachel however, it didn't faze her for long, and her lips slowly formed into a smile. "As a friend, I just want to see you guys happy again."
Puck thought about it while he was eating lunch by himself on the field after Mr. Schuester had walked into the boy's bathroom and wondered what Rachel was doing in there.
It's true, he had been happy with Kurt in spite of everything. He made him want to throw him in dumpsters for being such a diva and then make out with him right after for being such a sexy diva. Even his favorite bologna and havarti cheese sandwich his mom had made him for lunch wasn't making him as happy and Puck was a man of simple pleasures. Not this time, it seemed.
The creaking of metal alerted him that someone was sitting next to him. Puck turned his head and saw Quinn with her hands twisted together in her lap.
He looked away to pick at his sandwich. "What do you want?" he asked.
Quinn was looking out onto the field where Sue was drilling the Cheerios and making them skip lunch to practice. "I'm sorry about you and Kurt," she said.
Puck didn't say anything. He wasn't sure why they needed to talk. Quinn finally looked at him.
"Did you tell him you're the father?"
Puck nodded once.
"And now he's mad at you for not being honest with him."
Puck nodded again.
"Do you think he's going to tell anyone?"
This time, Puck shook his head.
Quinn turned her whole body so that she was directly facing him. "You know Kurt's always going to take things pretty hard."
He snorted. "Yeah, no shit."
"I think that I was just mad at you because you looked really happy."
Puck was puzzled. "What, you're not happy with Finn?"
"I am, it's just... I was just upset at seeing you with someone who will, let's face it, probably make it out of this town while I'm stuck here now with no chance of ever leaving."
Puck watched as Quinn rubbed her belly while she said this. He knew that he felt guilty for putting her in this situation, but if there was one thing Puck wasn't willing to do, it was to become a martyr. And he didn't see why Quinn had to become one as well.
"You can make it too," he said. She looked surprised, but he continued, "Finn's doing a lot better at school now and I know you have straight A's. If he gets a scholarship to a university, I know he'll take you with him. You guys can probably work it out better than if you stay here."
"Huh..." Quinn scrutinized his face as if she had just noticed something new. "Who knew you could say such smart things."
"Hey, you guys have to stop calling me dumb, OK?" Puck said with mock indignity, "You're friends with Brittany, after all."
Quinn laughed. "I know! But... thanks, Puck. I guess I'm not too mad that you're the father of my baby after all. I know Finn cares for me and he'll help me in any way he can. And I know you care for Kurt."
Puck screwed his eyes shut as he anticipated the next sentence that would come out of her mouth.
"You should talk to him."
There it went. Why did girls want to talk all the freaking time?
~*~*~*~
Even though it was a bright Saturday afternoon, Puck was brooding inside his house. It was unusually hot today, so he had taken his electric fan out of his bedroom and put it on the coffee table to cool himself. He was still feeling pretty cranky, although it wasn't mainly about the heat.
His conversations with Rachel and Quinn still hadn't convinced him that he 'should talk with Kurt'. He clearly wasn't wanted within ten feet of the boy and his horde of angry fag-hags.
His mother came into the living room where Puck was currently sprawled on the sofa, carrying her used copy of Schindler's List.
"Mom, what are you doing?" he groaned as she popped the DVD in.
"I just thought to myself what a beautiful day it is... and then I remembered how our people used to toil away on a hot day like this with no shade or water and I just had to watch it!" she said, her bottom lip trembling.
Puck put a cushion over his face so his mother wouldn't see him cringe. He knew how it was going to end, but she brought it up before the movie was even five minutes in.
"If only you had stayed with that nice Jewish girl, Rachel. I don't know why you broke up with her."
Puck had had enough. He sat up straight, the cushion falling on his lap and looked at his mother stonily. "You want to know why I broke up with her, Mom? It's because I like someone else, OK? And it's a boy. And no, he's not even Jewish!"
His mother gaped at him like a fish but Puck didn't care anymore. He jumped over the side of the couch and grabbed his car keys.
"Noah, where are you going?"
"I need to TALK with him so everyone will leave me alone!"
He jumped into his truck and drove to Kurt's neighborhood, with nothing else in mind but to get that scarf-wearing queen BACK. His determination made him arrive in front of the large house in record time, and as he strode to the front door and rang the doorbell, he was feeling more confident than ever.
Until the door swung open and he saw Mercedes standing there with a stiletto shoe in her hand.
"Get him," she said dangerously.
"Huh?" Puck was suddenly grabbed by three pairs of hands and he fell on the ground while struggling. "What the fuck-? GET OFF ME!"
"Tie him up!" he heard Santana's voice and was pinned down by two other girls on top of him before he felt himself being bound with rope.
"I am not into this kind of stuff!" he protested before his legs were pushed underneath him so his ass was in the air. "What are you doing!?"
"I said that I would shove a stiletto up your ass if you hurt him," Mercedes said, "And I meant it."
"Whoa whoa whoa, you can't be serious!" Puck said while he still struggled against the the girls holding him down.
"We are," Brittany replied in her usual cheery voice. She was pressing his head against the gravel and it was starting to dig into his skin. He would kill her if it left permanent imprints on his face.
"This is the five-inch Gesture Jimmy Choo," Mercedes smirked, "So you're a lucky guy."
"Let's do this," Tina said with not even a hint of a stutter. She grabbed onto Puck's jeans, ready to pull them down.
"Wait, no!!" Puck cried.
"Let him go," a calm, girly voice he'd recognize anywhere said.
Mercedes looked at Kurt before turning to the girls and nodding. Puck felt the weight lift off his body and he rolled himself onto his back so he could see Kurt. This was probably the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened to him, getting jumped and tied down by girls.
"What do you want?" Kurt asked bluntly.
This would have felt more serious if he wasn't currently writhing on the ground with four girls waiting to attack him again, one of them menacingly waving a shoe. Puck sighed. "We need to talk."
"There is nothing to talk about," Mercedes interjected.
"This is between me and my boyfriend," Puck said through clenched teeth, "Now get this off me."
Surprisingly, it was Kurt who bent down and helped untie him. Once he was standing and wiping the bits of gravel off his clothes, Kurt said, "Girls, why don't you give us some time alone for a bit."
Mercedes glared at Puck as she followed the other girls onto the sidewalk. "We'll walk around the block, then we're coming straight back here, you got that?"
Puck eyed her warily before following Kurt inside the safety of the house. He noticed in the mirror hanging by the door that his cheek was red and stinging. He cursed and rubbed at it hard.
Kurt cleared his throat to get his attention, but he was also observing Puck up and down. His eyes landed on the yellow crocs he was wearing and his mouth set into a thin line.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing Puck said.
"About what?" Kurt replied nonchalantly. He had reverted back to his aloof superiority attitude he had with all the jocks, which hurt Puck more than he thought it would.
"It's not that I wanted to lie to you," he continued, "I haven't told anyone. Look, Quinn says it's her baby and she doesn't want it to get around. She's already getting enough shit for being pregnant in the first place!"
Kurt crossed his arms. "I wouldn't have blabbed my mouth, Noah. I do know how to keep secrets very well, contrary to popular belief. It just hurt me that you would never have told me."
"Dude, this isn't as big a deal as we're making it!" Puck said loudly.
"And what about Finn? How can you keep lying to him like that?"
"Finn is happy right now. You want to tell him and watch how devastated he'd be? And besides, this has nothing to do with you! It's up to Quinn when she wants to tell him! I already promised I'd stay out of it, so I'd just like to focus on us!"
Kurt had tears rolling down his cheeks again. He wiped them away furiously, but Puck knew they would keep coming.
"It just hurt me that you were keeping something important from me," he said, his voice breaking, "I felt like you thought you didn't trust me enough or that you didn't take me seriously enough to tell me this."
Puck was starting to get angry. He pushed Kurt against the wall and barred any escape by slamming his hands on either side of the other's face. Kurt looked slightly scared, but at least he had stopped crying.
"What the hell else do you want me to do?" Puck demanded, "I gave my mom a heart attack because I told her I liked you, I came out in front of the whole school for you and I even watched that stupid Hairspray musical because you kept raving about it! I think I made it pretty damn clear how much I like you so will you shut up and move on!? I'm sorry I didn't tell you but shit, I want you, okay!? Not Quinn, not Rachel, nobody else, just you!"
Kurt's wet blue eyes were wide and remained that way after he was done yelling. Puck was breathing heavily now, but he refused to back down if there was still more ranting to be done. Slowly, Kurt's fingers came to rest on his bruised cheek and caressed it softly. Puck leaned into the touch and smiled to show that he wasn't really angry.
"I'm sorry too," Kurt whispered hoarsely, "I just thought that you dating me was too good to be true and that the first sign of drama would shake me back to a reality where this would never happen."
"You think too much," Puck replied before capturing his boyfriend's lips in a kiss. To his relief, Kurt kissed back just as insistently, winding his arms around his neck.
Puck pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, feeling all of the emotional shit he had been going through (and wasn't used to having) fall off his shoulders. He was happy, Kurt was happy and they were back together.
Kurt pulled away a little too soon for his liking, although his flushed face was very enjoyable to watch. "You know, I think it's about time I let you have your wicked way with me."
Puck stared disbelievingly at him, but when Kurt winked he threw his head back in victory. "Oh, thank you, God!"
And before Kurt could react, Puck had pulled him up and was holding him by his ass as he kissed him hungrily. Kurt squeaked but wrapped his legs around Puck's waist and kissed back, tugging insistently at Puck's shirt. He raised his arms so Kurt could get the damn thing off and went back to making out while running his hands all over Puck's broad, muscular back.
They were making their way up the stairs when the doorbell rang three times. Puck growled like a raging animal and let Kurt untangle himself gently before storming to the door and opening it wide.
"WHAT!?" he shouted at the girls who had just come back from their walk.
"Um..." Tina gaped at the sweaty, shirtless and very aroused Puck in front of her. "So... are you guys..."
"Nice nipple ring!" Brittany interrupted.
"We got it sorted, so you can go home now," Puck said, and he slammed the door in their shocked faces.
"I love my girls, but they have lousy timing!" Kurt laughed from his spot at the foot of the stairs.
"Enough talk, let's go!" Puck flipped Kurt over his shoulder and carried him to his bedroom.
They ended up having very loud, very satisfying sex after Kurt had helped Puck figure out what it is you do with a guy in bed. He had pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube from his dresser, and merely huffed when Puck had raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm nothing if not responsible," he had replied.
And when Puck had entered him, it had hurt like hell, holy shit, but then it had started to feel good, so good in fact that Kurt had stopped speaking coherently and could do nothing but moan and call out, "Noah" over and over again until he felt himself spill all over his sheets.
He rode Puck until he was also climaxing with a roar and then they both clung to each other, trying to regain use of their limbs.
"Holy shit," Puck gasped, "That was..."
"... Faster than I expected," Kurt said, pulling the hair away from his forehead.
Puck rolled onto his back. "Well, dude! I haven't gotten any in a while so I couldn't hold it in, okay? And it's not like you've gotten any before."
"Thank you, Noah. You truly are the master of post-coital interaction," Kurt said flatly.
"Huh?" Puck didn't get it.
Kurt looked down at his confused face and thought that he looked too adorable to stay mad at. "Hmm... nothing. It was amazing." He crawled on top of Puck and gave him a quick peck.
"I'm good in the sack even with a dude!" Puck smirked, flinging an arm over Kurt's back.
"Well, now that we have officially consummated our relationship, I hope that there will be no more secrets between us."
"Nope, that's all I got, babe."
Kurt sat up and sighed at the mess of clothes strewn about his room. Puck's yellow crocs were at the foot of the bed.
"Why do you wear those?" he asked disbelievingly.
Puck also sat up, disgruntled at the fact that Kurt was nitpicky even after great sex. "They're comfy," he said simply.
Kurt thought for a moment before opening his dresser and pulling out a pack of sparkly star stickers. He peeled off a gold one and stuck it on the left croc.
Puck shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt. "You think that makes it look better?" he asked, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's neck.
Kurt sighed. "Unfortunately, no. I don't think there's anything that can redeem the way those atrocities you dare call shoes look. Nothing looks good with crocs. But since they're yours, I put my special trademark gold star sticker on them to show my approval."
Puck frowned. "Why?" he asked.
Kurt smiled at him and ran a hand through his mohawk. "Because they're the first thing I noticed about you, so this particular pair of crocs can't be all bad."
~*~*~*~
On Monday during Glee rehearsal, Kurt and Puck walked into the choir room holding hands. The rest of the gleeks cheered and whooped, with Mercedes saying loudly, "Thank GOD!" and Quinn smiling at them.
"I hope this means the rest of us can start performing in top form now!" Rachel said, "Sectionals are just around the corner!"
"No worries, Rachel! I believe all we need is a little more shine in our wardrobes and I think I have just the idea! Our pants can have -"
Puck covered his boyfriend's mouth with his hand and said, "Let's just start singing."
When Mr. Schuester walked into the room, he grinned when he saw how close Kurt and Puck were sitting. "Hey guys, glad to see you're getting along again."
"Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Schu," Puck said. He pinched Kurt's ass and received a slap to his shoulder in reply. He looked to see that Kurt wasn't actually mad at him, but was smiling rather brightly and he thought that things were once again awesome in the life of Noah Puckerman. As they should be. He tapped his crocs together, the gold star sticker still shining at the end of his left shoe.
THE END.
Aaarghklsrtiheswegjk this was longer and sappier than I expected. Dun want to write anymore. This series is done, but I'm not done writing about Puck/Kurt just yet.
SEASON HIATUS AFTER TONIGHT oh, I am so sad. Four months of hiatus, what will we do? Write more fics to fill the void, of course.
Author: silvereriena
Pairing:Kurt/Puck
Rating: R (Because the sex scene isn't that detailed, I think)
Spoilers: Everything except the season finale
Summary: Kurt suddenly gets asked out by Puck and is too curious to pass up the opportunity.
Notes: Last part of the story, folks. But not the last fic I write. I still need to write some detailed smut of these two out of my system.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
"What's going on?" Kurt asked. He looked from Quinn to Puck, feeling his insides grow icy cold.
Quinn looked like she was about to say something, but she shook her head and walked past a confused Kurt. "It's nothing," she mumbled before she left.
Kurt glared at the only person left in the choir room with answers. Puck was doing the whole awkward-shoving-hands-into-pockets scene, but he was having none of it.
"Noah," he said, looking at him pleadingly.
Puck couldn't look at his boyfriend directly. His brain was frantically coming up with lies he could tell, anything to save him from this situation. Unfortunately, Puck was not a cunning guy, and most of those lies sounded stupid even inside his own head.
And fuck, he was tired of having to lie about his own kid.
"Quinn's baby is mine," he said bluntly.
Kurt didn't move. "What?" he said after a moment.
"I'm the father," Puck said, looking at the ground, "Not Finn. I slept with her and she's been keeping it a secret."
Kurt swallowed hard. He also avoided looking at Puck and concentrated on the piano bench a few feet away. He thought that he shouldn't feel such sharp betrayal slicing at his heart, but he did. It was worse than ten dumpster dives.
"And... when were you going to tell me?" he asked slowly.
Puck didn't answer.
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
Puck pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. "Quinn doesn't want my help. She's with Finn and he thinks it's his baby and it's staying that way. I kept my mouth shut because that's what she wants."
Kurt let out a choked laugh. His hands were gripping the strap of his bag and twisting furiously. "You were going to keep this a secret from me? Are you only with me because you can't have Quinn?"
"No!" Puck shot up and strode towards him, "No, that's not it!"
Kurt flinched away when Puck tried to touch him. He refused to be suckered in and by God, people have tried doing that to him before.
"Kurt," Puck said seriously, "I really like you, man. It's just..."
"You're going to be a father, Puck!" Kurt hissed, "Don't you even realize that?"
"I do! You think I like watching Quinn's belly grow and seeing Finn get to be proud about that, but not me?" Puck yelled back, "I don't want to lie to my best friend!"
"So what, you created some big controversy about you being gay so Finn would never suspect you'd sleep with his girlfriend?" Kurt rolled his eyes which had now begun to tear up.
"Dude, you're overreacting!" Puck ran his hands through his scalp in frustration, "Stop making shit up, I went out with you because I like you, okay?"
Kurt shook his head. "How can I be with someone who won't be honest with me?" He turned around so Puck wouldn't see him crying. He felt more ashamed to cry now than he had when he had come out to his father and Mercedes. He felt like he should be above Puck, and that he most certainly didn't deserve his tears. But it hurt, it hurt more than anything ever had, because despite himself, he had fallen for that giant idiot. "I'm glad I found out when I did."
He started to walk away, but Puck quickly yelled, "Don't tell Finn, please! It's not what Quinn wants!"
Kurt stopped, his shoulders sagging as if he was letting go of all of his breath. He turned his head and gave Puck the most venomous look he had ever seen. It made Puck actually take a step back, seeing such raw hatred on such a sweet face.
"That's what you're worried about?" was all Kurt said before he disappeared.
Puck closed his eyes and tightened his jaw before letting out a frustrated roar and kicking away the chair closest to him. He crumpled onto the floor, his face buried between his knees and his hands on his head.
He knew this would happen, he thought bitterly, he knew that he would eventually screw up Kurt's life. He always found a way to disappoint the people he cared about. For the first time, his unshakeable ego crumbled to dust as he realized that he was exactly what Quinn had once called him... a Lima loser.
~*~*~*~
Kurt was glad his father was in the repair shop when he got home. He really didn't want to bother him further with his troubles, but if he did find him in such a sniveling mess (dear God, the puffy eyes would be terrible for his skin), he would simply pop in his DVD of Titanic and let his father assume he was once again bawling over Leo's death.
Once in his bedroom, Kurt crawled on his bed and hugged his pillow. The low sound of his TV being made by the passengers ready to board the ship relaxed him slightly, although his tears were still seeping onto his sheets.
He should not be this upset, he thought angrily to himself. It was Noah Puckerman, for God's sake. He should have known that it was too good to be true. There had to have been a catch.
Puck was going to be a father... well, he shouldn't be so surprised considering how many girls had spread their legs open for him. And yet Kurt couldn't believe they would have kept on dating with him being completely oblivious.
Oh crap, the tears were coming back full-force. He sat up straight, intent on calling Mercedes, but realized that she was going to a family dinner tonight. He didn't want to call the other girls without having her there as well.
"I'm going to have to break my diet," he sighed melodramatically. Perhaps his grief would easily burn the calories brought about by the comfort chocolate ice-cream he was about to eat. While he rummaged through his closet for his favorite slippers, his eyes fell on a pair of blue crocs given to him by his cousin for Christmas. Kurt had kept them out of family duty, but denied that they ever existed.
Seeing them reminded him of Puck and how he closely linked the two together. Kurt stared at them blankly, believing that they were uglier than ever before.
"There's nothing that can make crocs look good. There never will be." And he put them inside a shoebox and closed his closet.
~*~*~*~
The rest of the week had been completely shitty for Puck. Kurt had avoided him at any given opportunity during classes, and when they were at rehearsal he sat as far away from his as possible. It seemed that although Kurt hadn't given the details about why they broke up, he certainly looked as though he was the dumpee, what with his almost-constant red eyes and his hair being less coiffed than usual.
Finn had sympathized with him, but all of the girls in glee had crowded around Kurt like his own private guard and kept glaring at him. What was it with chicks and always siding with the gay guy?
During football practice, the guys were bullying him worse than usual, and Puck had felt sick watching Kurt get purposely tripped on the field. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything since coach Tanaka had put him on the bench for punching out one of the guys after he had tried to give Kurt a wedgie.
In between all of these shitty instances, Rachel kept following him around trying to give him advice. She seemed to have taken the fact that they had broken up personally, since their coupling was supposedly 'her miraculous creation'.
"You need to find a way to talk to him," she said for the tenth time, just when he was walking to the boy's bathroom.
"He doesn't want to be anywhere near me," he emphasized before kicking the door open and storming in.
Rachel was not bothered and simply followed him inside. Puck rolled his eyes upward but unzipped his pants and did his business even as she kept on talking to him. The guy on his left stared at her warily and Puck wanted to say, "Dude, I know. Just look away and keep pissing."
"You do realize that whatever happened between you is most probably a misunderstanding, right?" Rachel said, "I know Kurt said that you had a 'difference of opinion' but I really believe that if you just talked to-"
"Why are you so into this, huh?" Puck reeled on her after having finished. "If me and Kurt broke up, that's none of your business!"
Rachel frowned at him. "Yes it is, because I helped you two get along. I know you're miserable and that he is too, even though he says that the only love in his life right now is Gene Kelly."
"Who?"
Rachel waved away his question with her hand. "The point is that you guys need to make up. I don't know if you've noticed, but when you guys were together, your singing was truly amazing. Kurt was belting out tunes better than usual and it made everyone else want to sing their best too. But now he's miserable, half of glee club hates you and no one is performing even halfway as well as they used to. And as captain of the Glee club, I have to do what's best for our team."
Puck raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to get back together with Kurt so we can all sing well again?"
"That's the official version. But as a friend... oh, I know you don't think of us as friends -"
"I do," Puck said quietly. "Just... not best friends or anything."
Rachel looked stunned. Being Rachel however, it didn't faze her for long, and her lips slowly formed into a smile. "As a friend, I just want to see you guys happy again."
Puck thought about it while he was eating lunch by himself on the field after Mr. Schuester had walked into the boy's bathroom and wondered what Rachel was doing in there.
It's true, he had been happy with Kurt in spite of everything. He made him want to throw him in dumpsters for being such a diva and then make out with him right after for being such a sexy diva. Even his favorite bologna and havarti cheese sandwich his mom had made him for lunch wasn't making him as happy and Puck was a man of simple pleasures. Not this time, it seemed.
The creaking of metal alerted him that someone was sitting next to him. Puck turned his head and saw Quinn with her hands twisted together in her lap.
He looked away to pick at his sandwich. "What do you want?" he asked.
Quinn was looking out onto the field where Sue was drilling the Cheerios and making them skip lunch to practice. "I'm sorry about you and Kurt," she said.
Puck didn't say anything. He wasn't sure why they needed to talk. Quinn finally looked at him.
"Did you tell him you're the father?"
Puck nodded once.
"And now he's mad at you for not being honest with him."
Puck nodded again.
"Do you think he's going to tell anyone?"
This time, Puck shook his head.
Quinn turned her whole body so that she was directly facing him. "You know Kurt's always going to take things pretty hard."
He snorted. "Yeah, no shit."
"I think that I was just mad at you because you looked really happy."
Puck was puzzled. "What, you're not happy with Finn?"
"I am, it's just... I was just upset at seeing you with someone who will, let's face it, probably make it out of this town while I'm stuck here now with no chance of ever leaving."
Puck watched as Quinn rubbed her belly while she said this. He knew that he felt guilty for putting her in this situation, but if there was one thing Puck wasn't willing to do, it was to become a martyr. And he didn't see why Quinn had to become one as well.
"You can make it too," he said. She looked surprised, but he continued, "Finn's doing a lot better at school now and I know you have straight A's. If he gets a scholarship to a university, I know he'll take you with him. You guys can probably work it out better than if you stay here."
"Huh..." Quinn scrutinized his face as if she had just noticed something new. "Who knew you could say such smart things."
"Hey, you guys have to stop calling me dumb, OK?" Puck said with mock indignity, "You're friends with Brittany, after all."
Quinn laughed. "I know! But... thanks, Puck. I guess I'm not too mad that you're the father of my baby after all. I know Finn cares for me and he'll help me in any way he can. And I know you care for Kurt."
Puck screwed his eyes shut as he anticipated the next sentence that would come out of her mouth.
"You should talk to him."
There it went. Why did girls want to talk all the freaking time?
~*~*~*~
Even though it was a bright Saturday afternoon, Puck was brooding inside his house. It was unusually hot today, so he had taken his electric fan out of his bedroom and put it on the coffee table to cool himself. He was still feeling pretty cranky, although it wasn't mainly about the heat.
His conversations with Rachel and Quinn still hadn't convinced him that he 'should talk with Kurt'. He clearly wasn't wanted within ten feet of the boy and his horde of angry fag-hags.
His mother came into the living room where Puck was currently sprawled on the sofa, carrying her used copy of Schindler's List.
"Mom, what are you doing?" he groaned as she popped the DVD in.
"I just thought to myself what a beautiful day it is... and then I remembered how our people used to toil away on a hot day like this with no shade or water and I just had to watch it!" she said, her bottom lip trembling.
Puck put a cushion over his face so his mother wouldn't see him cringe. He knew how it was going to end, but she brought it up before the movie was even five minutes in.
"If only you had stayed with that nice Jewish girl, Rachel. I don't know why you broke up with her."
Puck had had enough. He sat up straight, the cushion falling on his lap and looked at his mother stonily. "You want to know why I broke up with her, Mom? It's because I like someone else, OK? And it's a boy. And no, he's not even Jewish!"
His mother gaped at him like a fish but Puck didn't care anymore. He jumped over the side of the couch and grabbed his car keys.
"Noah, where are you going?"
"I need to TALK with him so everyone will leave me alone!"
He jumped into his truck and drove to Kurt's neighborhood, with nothing else in mind but to get that scarf-wearing queen BACK. His determination made him arrive in front of the large house in record time, and as he strode to the front door and rang the doorbell, he was feeling more confident than ever.
Until the door swung open and he saw Mercedes standing there with a stiletto shoe in her hand.
"Get him," she said dangerously.
"Huh?" Puck was suddenly grabbed by three pairs of hands and he fell on the ground while struggling. "What the fuck-? GET OFF ME!"
"Tie him up!" he heard Santana's voice and was pinned down by two other girls on top of him before he felt himself being bound with rope.
"I am not into this kind of stuff!" he protested before his legs were pushed underneath him so his ass was in the air. "What are you doing!?"
"I said that I would shove a stiletto up your ass if you hurt him," Mercedes said, "And I meant it."
"Whoa whoa whoa, you can't be serious!" Puck said while he still struggled against the the girls holding him down.
"We are," Brittany replied in her usual cheery voice. She was pressing his head against the gravel and it was starting to dig into his skin. He would kill her if it left permanent imprints on his face.
"This is the five-inch Gesture Jimmy Choo," Mercedes smirked, "So you're a lucky guy."
"Let's do this," Tina said with not even a hint of a stutter. She grabbed onto Puck's jeans, ready to pull them down.
"Wait, no!!" Puck cried.
"Let him go," a calm, girly voice he'd recognize anywhere said.
Mercedes looked at Kurt before turning to the girls and nodding. Puck felt the weight lift off his body and he rolled himself onto his back so he could see Kurt. This was probably the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened to him, getting jumped and tied down by girls.
"What do you want?" Kurt asked bluntly.
This would have felt more serious if he wasn't currently writhing on the ground with four girls waiting to attack him again, one of them menacingly waving a shoe. Puck sighed. "We need to talk."
"There is nothing to talk about," Mercedes interjected.
"This is between me and my boyfriend," Puck said through clenched teeth, "Now get this off me."
Surprisingly, it was Kurt who bent down and helped untie him. Once he was standing and wiping the bits of gravel off his clothes, Kurt said, "Girls, why don't you give us some time alone for a bit."
Mercedes glared at Puck as she followed the other girls onto the sidewalk. "We'll walk around the block, then we're coming straight back here, you got that?"
Puck eyed her warily before following Kurt inside the safety of the house. He noticed in the mirror hanging by the door that his cheek was red and stinging. He cursed and rubbed at it hard.
Kurt cleared his throat to get his attention, but he was also observing Puck up and down. His eyes landed on the yellow crocs he was wearing and his mouth set into a thin line.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing Puck said.
"About what?" Kurt replied nonchalantly. He had reverted back to his aloof superiority attitude he had with all the jocks, which hurt Puck more than he thought it would.
"It's not that I wanted to lie to you," he continued, "I haven't told anyone. Look, Quinn says it's her baby and she doesn't want it to get around. She's already getting enough shit for being pregnant in the first place!"
Kurt crossed his arms. "I wouldn't have blabbed my mouth, Noah. I do know how to keep secrets very well, contrary to popular belief. It just hurt me that you would never have told me."
"Dude, this isn't as big a deal as we're making it!" Puck said loudly.
"And what about Finn? How can you keep lying to him like that?"
"Finn is happy right now. You want to tell him and watch how devastated he'd be? And besides, this has nothing to do with you! It's up to Quinn when she wants to tell him! I already promised I'd stay out of it, so I'd just like to focus on us!"
Kurt had tears rolling down his cheeks again. He wiped them away furiously, but Puck knew they would keep coming.
"It just hurt me that you were keeping something important from me," he said, his voice breaking, "I felt like you thought you didn't trust me enough or that you didn't take me seriously enough to tell me this."
Puck was starting to get angry. He pushed Kurt against the wall and barred any escape by slamming his hands on either side of the other's face. Kurt looked slightly scared, but at least he had stopped crying.
"What the hell else do you want me to do?" Puck demanded, "I gave my mom a heart attack because I told her I liked you, I came out in front of the whole school for you and I even watched that stupid Hairspray musical because you kept raving about it! I think I made it pretty damn clear how much I like you so will you shut up and move on!? I'm sorry I didn't tell you but shit, I want you, okay!? Not Quinn, not Rachel, nobody else, just you!"
Kurt's wet blue eyes were wide and remained that way after he was done yelling. Puck was breathing heavily now, but he refused to back down if there was still more ranting to be done. Slowly, Kurt's fingers came to rest on his bruised cheek and caressed it softly. Puck leaned into the touch and smiled to show that he wasn't really angry.
"I'm sorry too," Kurt whispered hoarsely, "I just thought that you dating me was too good to be true and that the first sign of drama would shake me back to a reality where this would never happen."
"You think too much," Puck replied before capturing his boyfriend's lips in a kiss. To his relief, Kurt kissed back just as insistently, winding his arms around his neck.
Puck pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, feeling all of the emotional shit he had been going through (and wasn't used to having) fall off his shoulders. He was happy, Kurt was happy and they were back together.
Kurt pulled away a little too soon for his liking, although his flushed face was very enjoyable to watch. "You know, I think it's about time I let you have your wicked way with me."
Puck stared disbelievingly at him, but when Kurt winked he threw his head back in victory. "Oh, thank you, God!"
And before Kurt could react, Puck had pulled him up and was holding him by his ass as he kissed him hungrily. Kurt squeaked but wrapped his legs around Puck's waist and kissed back, tugging insistently at Puck's shirt. He raised his arms so Kurt could get the damn thing off and went back to making out while running his hands all over Puck's broad, muscular back.
They were making their way up the stairs when the doorbell rang three times. Puck growled like a raging animal and let Kurt untangle himself gently before storming to the door and opening it wide.
"WHAT!?" he shouted at the girls who had just come back from their walk.
"Um..." Tina gaped at the sweaty, shirtless and very aroused Puck in front of her. "So... are you guys..."
"Nice nipple ring!" Brittany interrupted.
"We got it sorted, so you can go home now," Puck said, and he slammed the door in their shocked faces.
"I love my girls, but they have lousy timing!" Kurt laughed from his spot at the foot of the stairs.
"Enough talk, let's go!" Puck flipped Kurt over his shoulder and carried him to his bedroom.
They ended up having very loud, very satisfying sex after Kurt had helped Puck figure out what it is you do with a guy in bed. He had pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube from his dresser, and merely huffed when Puck had raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm nothing if not responsible," he had replied.
And when Puck had entered him, it had hurt like hell, holy shit, but then it had started to feel good, so good in fact that Kurt had stopped speaking coherently and could do nothing but moan and call out, "Noah" over and over again until he felt himself spill all over his sheets.
He rode Puck until he was also climaxing with a roar and then they both clung to each other, trying to regain use of their limbs.
"Holy shit," Puck gasped, "That was..."
"... Faster than I expected," Kurt said, pulling the hair away from his forehead.
Puck rolled onto his back. "Well, dude! I haven't gotten any in a while so I couldn't hold it in, okay? And it's not like you've gotten any before."
"Thank you, Noah. You truly are the master of post-coital interaction," Kurt said flatly.
"Huh?" Puck didn't get it.
Kurt looked down at his confused face and thought that he looked too adorable to stay mad at. "Hmm... nothing. It was amazing." He crawled on top of Puck and gave him a quick peck.
"I'm good in the sack even with a dude!" Puck smirked, flinging an arm over Kurt's back.
"Well, now that we have officially consummated our relationship, I hope that there will be no more secrets between us."
"Nope, that's all I got, babe."
Kurt sat up and sighed at the mess of clothes strewn about his room. Puck's yellow crocs were at the foot of the bed.
"Why do you wear those?" he asked disbelievingly.
Puck also sat up, disgruntled at the fact that Kurt was nitpicky even after great sex. "They're comfy," he said simply.
Kurt thought for a moment before opening his dresser and pulling out a pack of sparkly star stickers. He peeled off a gold one and stuck it on the left croc.
Puck shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt. "You think that makes it look better?" he asked, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's neck.
Kurt sighed. "Unfortunately, no. I don't think there's anything that can redeem the way those atrocities you dare call shoes look. Nothing looks good with crocs. But since they're yours, I put my special trademark gold star sticker on them to show my approval."
Puck frowned. "Why?" he asked.
Kurt smiled at him and ran a hand through his mohawk. "Because they're the first thing I noticed about you, so this particular pair of crocs can't be all bad."
~*~*~*~
On Monday during Glee rehearsal, Kurt and Puck walked into the choir room holding hands. The rest of the gleeks cheered and whooped, with Mercedes saying loudly, "Thank GOD!" and Quinn smiling at them.
"I hope this means the rest of us can start performing in top form now!" Rachel said, "Sectionals are just around the corner!"
"No worries, Rachel! I believe all we need is a little more shine in our wardrobes and I think I have just the idea! Our pants can have -"
Puck covered his boyfriend's mouth with his hand and said, "Let's just start singing."
When Mr. Schuester walked into the room, he grinned when he saw how close Kurt and Puck were sitting. "Hey guys, glad to see you're getting along again."
"Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Schu," Puck said. He pinched Kurt's ass and received a slap to his shoulder in reply. He looked to see that Kurt wasn't actually mad at him, but was smiling rather brightly and he thought that things were once again awesome in the life of Noah Puckerman. As they should be. He tapped his crocs together, the gold star sticker still shining at the end of his left shoe.
THE END.
Aaarghklsrtiheswegjk this was longer and sappier than I expected. Dun want to write anymore. This series is done, but I'm not done writing about Puck/Kurt just yet.
SEASON HIATUS AFTER TONIGHT oh, I am so sad. Four months of hiatus, what will we do? Write more fics to fill the void, of course.
