Mail Order Bride 7/?
Title: Mail Order Bride 7/?
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending and crossdressing
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Author Notes: This is the result of a dare from a friend who said it wasn’t possible to make a believable historical mpreg. I can’t pass up a challenge, so here is my historical mpreg, whether it is believable or not I shall leave up to the reader. Also, just to clarify there are three genders in this universe; male, female, and intesex which are basically males who are able to carry children. Both female and intersex are referred to as carriers.
Summary: The year is 1855 and the east coast of America is tense with the possibility of an upcoming Civil War, but in Northern Minnesota Noah Puckerman knows nothing of such politics. He only has to worry about how he’s going to live with the bride he’s mother is sending him.
Word Count: 3,639
Puck
When Puck woke up it was to the feeling of Kurt, warm and perfect, in his arms. Kurt was still sound asleep and breathing deeply. Puck took this opportunity to take some time to really look at his beautiful husband without Kurt feeling self-conscious.
The sun was just beginning to rise and the bright, early morning light landed on Kurt’s flawless, pale skin. His usually perfect hair was in complete disarray on the pillow and Puck wasn’t at all surprised to realize that he kind of preferred that look.
As Puck’s gaze drifted down his lover’s body he pulled the blankets out of the way. There were the adorable freckles on Kurt’s shoulders and there were the perfect dimples at the base of his back.
Puck was about to pull the blankets away from Kurt’s ass when Kurt stiffened, telling Puck that he’d woken up.
“Morning,” Puck said, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s temple, trying to gauge his reaction. Kurt just sighed and squirmed slightly in response, not a good sign. “How are you doing?” Puck asked in what he hoped was a comforting manner. He really didn’t think he could handle tears two days in a row.
“I’m trying to remember that I promised that I wouldn’t freak out this morning. It’s proving rather difficult.”
Puck huffed, “Oh, honestly, this is getting ridiculous.” He grabbed Kurt around the waist and, ignoring his squawk of protest, pulled him up and around until Kurt was straddling Puck’s hips.
“Puck!” Kurt cried, trying to pull away from Puck’s hold. “Puck, let go of me! This is so inappropriate!”
“Why?” Puck shot back “Why is it inappropriate?”
That seemed to startle Kurt, at least enough for him to stop trying to pull away from Puck’s hold.
“What kind of question is that? It just is.”
“But why? Because someone told you that’s the way it was supposed to be?”
“Well, yes, my teacher’s at St. Timothy’s always said-,”
“I don’t want to know what you teacher’s said, I want to know what you think. Would you rather be married with someone like Karofski, who from what I’ve heard, would guarantee wouldn’t enjoy sex with him?”
Kurt stared at Puck for a long moment before saying softly, “I can’t believe you would ask me that.”
“Alright the, let me put it this way; what would your father want? Do you think he would rather you be married to Karofski, where you could have remained the ‘proper’ carrier or with me where you could be happy?”
Kurt seemed speechless at Puck’s words and after awhile settled himself down on top of Puck so they were lying chest to chest. Puck was startled by this sudden act of intimacy from Kurt, but felt like it was a step in the right direction so he decided to stay silent until Kurt felt ready to talk.
Eventually, Kurt said, “You know, you aren’t at all what I expected to find when I decided to travel out here.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, I suppose it was stereotypical of me, but I was expecting a country bumpkin. Instead I found you and while you clearly don’t know how to include style in your wardrobe you can be quite insightful when you want to be.”
“Well, aren’t you the flatterer?”
“Hush,” Kurt said, smacking Puck’s chest lightly. “I’m trying to make a point here. Maybe it’s not what everyone wanted or expected of me, but the only one whose opinion really matters to me is my father’s and you’re right, he would have wanted me to be happy no matter what the circumstances were. And despite our differences, Puck, you really do make me happy.”
Kurt said that last part so softly that Puck almost didn’t hear him, but the words warmed him so that he had to squeeze Kurt closer and plant a kiss on his sweet, perfect mouth. For the first time Kurt didn’t hesitate, but instead opened his mouth almost instantly and let Puck deepen the kiss without complaint.
Encouraged, Puck started to drift one of his hands down Kurt’s back toward that luscious bottom. He’d almost made it when Kurt pulled back with a little laugh.
“Surely you aren’t serious? Your lust was quenched not 10 hours ago; you cannot wish to go again all ready?”
“Baby,” Puck growled. “I don’t think my lust for you could ever be quenched. I’m always going to want more.” He tried to capture Kurt’s mouth in another kiss, but Kurt pulled further away.
“Flame will be most displeased if you are late bringing her breakfast.”
Puck let his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh. Kurt was right of course. If Puck could have his way he would spend the rest of his life lying, naked in bed with Kurt, but that would be unfair to the animals, unless…
“Hey,” he said, suddenly have an idea. “Will you wait for me?”
“Wait for you?” Kurt asked, clearly confused by Puck’s request.
“Yeah,” Puck said, getting excited now. “I don’t have any extra chores that need to be done today, just feed the animals and let them out of the barn. It shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes. You could just wait here in bed and warm me up when I get back,” Puck finished with a leer.
“You want me to lie in bed and wait to attend to you,” Kurt said with a mix of interest and scandalized inquiry. “Don’t you want me to make breakfast? Surely you’re hungry?”
“Oh, I’m hungry; I’m just not hungry for food,” Puck growled, palming Kurt’s ass to emphasize his point.
Kurt squeaked and flushed prettily, but he said softly, “Alright, if you like, I’ll wait for you.”
Puck beamed up at his sweet, wonderful, perfect carrier and pressed a sloppy kiss to Kurt’s mouth before slipping out from under him. Puck didn’t think he’d ever gotten dressed and finished his chores so quickly. He almost broke his neck tripping over the pitchfork in his haste to get back in bed with Kurt.
Mostly he wanted to get back so he could make Kurt all hot and sweaty in the light of day, but if he was honest with himself, there was another reason. The last time he’d left Kurt alone, he’d come back to find his husband in tears. Kurt had looked so content, snuggled up and blushing, under the blankets and Puck didn’t want Kurt to revert back to his previous mindset and start crying again.
Finally, Puck made it back into the house and was relieved to see Kurt was still in bed. Kurt looked so perfect lying there, that Puck had to stop in the middle of taking off his clothes just so he could drink in the sight of the husband. However, Kurt didn’t seem to respond to well to Puck’s scrutiny and after a short time of watching Puck watch him, Kurt began squirming.
“Are you going to just stand there? It hardly seems fair that I remain the only one naked in this scenario,” Kurt huffed.
Puck grinned down at Kurt, “Your wish is my command lovely,” Puck said, falling on top of Kurt, being careful to catch himself so he didn’t squash Kurt too badly. Kurt got a single giggle out before Puck leant in for a kiss and swallowed the rest of Kurt’s laughter.
Puck didn’t realize it was possible for a man to be as happy as he was for the next several weeks. In just a couple months, Kurt managed to work himself into Puck’s life, so much so that Puck could barely remember what his life was like before Kurt came along. He no longer got cold during those long winter nights because he always fell asleep with Kurt’s warm body pressed against him, wrapped up in his arms.
Puck no longer had to suffer through his own cooking. Kurt was truly a genius in the kitchen to be able to make such delicious creations. Puck didn’t have to deal with unfulfilling feeling that masturbation always gave him. As time passed Kurt became more and more relaxed when it came to sex. He usually still made a half-hearted protest at first, but soon Kurt would be begging for more.
Lately, there had even been a couple of times when Kurt had been the one to initiate their joining. Puck wasn’t sure what it was exactly that caused Kurt to forget his usually prim demeanor. He just knew that once in a while he would look up from something he was working on to see Kurt looking at him with lust blown eyes and the next thing Puck knew he would have a lapful of eager and horny husband.
But by far the best thing about Kurt was simply him being there. Kurt could fill up all the empty space with his chatter and even when he was quiet he still staved off Puck’s old loneliness. Puck could spend hours watching Kurt just bustle around the house. Kurt was clearly happiest when he was busy.
During the winter, while they were pretty much snowbound, Puck was able to spend nearly all day inside with Kurt. As the snow began to melt and Puck had to spend more and more time outside prepping the ground for this year’s planting he had worried that Kurt would become annoyed being alone in the house all the time. But Kurt had continued to surprise him, often following Puck out to the fields with that day’s lunch, packed up in a basket.
He would go out to the barn to socialize with Flame while the oxen were out working the fields. Puck nearly had a heart attack the first time he came back to the house at the end of the day to realize Kurt was nowhere to be found. Puck had worked himself up into a panic that Kurt had decided to go back east when he spotted Kurt coming from the river with a basket of clothes in his arms.
Puck never said out loud how scared he’d gotten, simply because Kurt had decided to do some laundry. However, that night he felt the need to prove to himself that Kurt hadn’t left and had brought the two of them to completion again and again so that by the time he was satisfied Kurt was practically sobbing he’d become so sensitive.
Puck didn’t want to think about what it meant for him to be so upset about the thought of Kurt leaving, but the fact remained that he had been. When Puck had first met Kurt, he’d been attracted to him sure, but it had all been physical. Now, it seemed deeper somehow. Puck didn’t want to put a label on how he was feeling, but sometimes when he was just holding Kurt in his arms late at night it felt a lot like love. That thought scared the shit out of him so he pushed it aside whenever it came to the surface. Before Puck knew it, he was avoiding any situation with Kurt that would cause those feelings to occur.
Kurt
Kurt was starting to get a little worried. For a long time after he and Puck had gotten married everything had seemed so perfect.
Too perfect.
Kurt should have known that things couldn’t have remained so wonderful for long. Sure enough, just 2 months of married life and things were already starting to fall apart. Kurt couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was wrong, but it seemed like Puck was becoming more and more distant.
Right after they got married it had seemed like Puck would go out of his way to touch and kiss Kurt throughout the day for no apparent reason, other than to be close to Kurt. But lately it seemed like Puck only touched Kurt during sex. Kurt couldn’t even count on Puck to hold him during post-coitus like he used to. Last night, Puck had actually gone so far as to turn his back on Kurt when he had finished.
He was sure that this probably made him one of those needy carriers, but he couldn’t change the way he felt. He missed the closeness that he and Puck had shared at the beginning of their marriage and he couldn’t figure out why things had changed so drastically.
He had pondered the problem for several days now and the only explanation he could come up with was that Puck was becoming bored with him. When Kurt had come to that conclusion it almost made him want to cry. How ironic was it that when Kurt was hesitant about nighttime activities, Puck couldn’t seem to get enough of his husband, but now that Kurt was becoming more comfortable with his body Puck was no longer interested in touching him.
This situation was frustrating Kurt to no end, mainly because he didn’t know how to fix it. He’d been told many times of men that lost interest in their carriers after years of marriage when the carrier was no longer youthful and beautiful, but Kurt knew he hadn’t suddenly developed wrinkles after just two months.
The only bright side to this problem was that it happened out here. Kurt didn’t have to worry about Puck sleeping with other people. It wasn’t like he could stop off at a brothel on the way back from the fields. Kurt wasn’t stupid; he knew that Puck had indulged in such things in the past. Kurt also knew that there were no brothels near enough for Puck to go to without Kurt knowing, so that was one thing that Kurt didn’t have to worry about.
Kurt honestly didn’t think he could handle Puck cheating on him. The very idea both devastated and infuriated him. Kurt had needed to make himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves after thinking about this whole unsettling ordeal. He was on his third cup when Puck came crashing in through the door.
Kurt hadn’t seen Puck mad since their first fight, but something was clearly bothering him now.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked as Puck started to jerk off his boots.
“That damn, piece of shit plow busted on me,” Puck scowled. “I’m going to have to drive all the way into Clarksville tomorrow to get a new one. I can’t wait for one to be ordered and sent out here. I need to get all the seeding done by the end of the month.” Puck sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry for swearing. I know you don’t like that. It’s my own fault anyway. That plow was so old, I’ve been meaning to replace it for ages, but never got around to it.”
Puck seemed to have gotten over his anger pretty quickly, but Kurt’s heart was plummeting. Clarksville was pretty far away. No matter how early Puck left in the morning he would have to spend the night in Clarksville. That was a pretty big town, there was bound to be at least a couple establishments of ill repute. Kurt didn’t see how there was any way of keeping Puck away from such a place while he was gone, unless…
“Take me with you,” Kurt blurted out before he really had time to think the idea through. Puck looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You want to travel all the way into Clarksville? It’s really not that interesting and the long drive gets really boring. If there’s something you need, just tell me and I’ll pick it up for you.”
“No, I have to go!” Kurt cried, trying to think of a plausible reason why he needed to go to Clarksville that didn’t involve making sure his husband didn’t invite some floozy into his bed. “I need to get some flowers!”
“Flowers?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied, grasping onto the idea. “I think we need to get some flowers to brighten the front yard area and I highly doubt you would know what I was talking about if I told you to get a certain breed and you would probably pick out the wrong types and I simply can’t leave this kind of thing to chance. So I need to go to Clarksville with you. That’s the only way I’ll know for sure that the right flowers have been selected,” Kurt finished, wondering if that had sounded as lame to Puck as it did to him.
Puck just stared at him for a few seconds before saying, “Alright then. I had no idea you were took flowers so seriously.”
“Well, of course I do,” Kurt sniffed, relieved that Puck had bought his reasoning. “The composition of the lawn provides visitors with the first perspective of a household’s dynamic. But I wouldn’t expect a Neanderthal like you to know something like that.”
Puck chuckled and for one glorious moment Kurt thought Puck was going to pull him in for a kiss, but then Puck stopped laughing, his face closed off and he turned to go wash the dirt from his arms without saying a word, leaving Kurt alone.
That night after they’d gotten into bed Puck rolled Kurt over onto his hands and knees and took him that way. Puck put both his hands around Kurt’s hips and didn’t once move his hands through Kurt’s hair or kiss the back of Kurt’s neck like he had in the past when they’d used this position. Afterwards, Kurt couldn’t help feeling like he’d been left unfulfilled, even if there was a damp spot on the sheets that said otherwise.
They got up insanely early the next morning before the sun had risen. As they headed out Kurt reveled in the feeling of being so close to Puck in a non-sexual situation again. He felt so warm and comfortable that he soon fell asleep against Puck’s shoulder and when he opened his eyes again the sun was up and Puck was pulling up next to a creek to give the oxen a chance to drink.
Kurt stretched and turned to wish his husband good morning and maybe lean in for a kiss, only to find that Puck had already gotten out of the wagon and was fiddling with part of the harness.
Kurt huffed. This was more serious then he originally thought. It was like Puck was deliberately trying to avoid him. Well, if he thought Kurt was just going to accept that lying down then he had another thing coming.
As soon as Puck climbed back into the wagon Kurt moved over so that he was as close as possible to Puck’s side and began talking about anything that came into his mind. Puck didn’t really say anything, but then he’d never been much of a conversationalist so Kurt wasn’t too worried. As long as Puck was listening that was all Kurt needed for now, he could increase his attack when they got to Clarksville.
Kurt let his mouth run on automatic while he worked out the details of his plan. He would need to stay by Puck’s side the whole time. He just hoped Puck wouldn’t become suspicious. Puck hadn’t actually done anything wrong and Kurt would hate to have to say he suspected Puck to be inclined to adultery because he wouldn’t touch Kurt anymore.
Kurt was starting to get a headache trying to get this all figured out. He would just have to deal with those problems when he came to them.
They arrived in Clarksville in the early afternoon and Kurt was relieved to have an excuse to stop talking. As they drove down Main Street Kurt was surprised to realize that he hadn’t missed the crowds and noise of the cities as much as he thought he had. There was something cozy and intimate about their little house in the Northwood and Kurt had fallen in love with it without even realizing it.
As he and Puck headed into the general store, Kurt wrapped a hand in the crook of Puck’s arm, more determined than ever to get their marriage back on track.
Nothing eventful happened as they did the shopping, but after they had packed all of their purchases up in the wagon and headed toward the hotel was when trouble started.
Trouble in the form of a tiny redhead with far too much makeup to be tasteful and breasts threatening to spill out of her low cut dress.
She was standing on the other side of the street and when she spotted Puck she called out an enthusiastic greeting, “It’s about time you showed up Puck. It’s too cruel of you to make me go so long without you.” She then pouted in what she probably thought was a coy and becoming way.
Kurt thought in made her look like a trout. Was this really the kind of company Puck had sought? He couldn’t have chosen someone with less taste and class if he’d tried Kurt thought as he looked up at Puck with what he hoped was just the right amount of silent judgment without going over the top.
Puck had the decency to flush slightly as he waved over at the woman. “Hey Cherish, how ya doing?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, steering Kurt firmly away down the street. Kurt couldn’t help feeling smug that this ‘Cherish’ had gotten such a cold greeting from Puck.
Kurt glanced back and was pleased to see Cherish glaring at him. This was good Kurt thought, sending a sweet smile back at Cherish. She realized that Kurt was now Puck’s first priority. Cherish and anyone else from Puck’s past would just have to accept that Kurt was a force to be reckoned with and he wasn’t going to give up his man to anyone.
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending and crossdressing
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Author Notes: This is the result of a dare from a friend who said it wasn’t possible to make a believable historical mpreg. I can’t pass up a challenge, so here is my historical mpreg, whether it is believable or not I shall leave up to the reader. Also, just to clarify there are three genders in this universe; male, female, and intesex which are basically males who are able to carry children. Both female and intersex are referred to as carriers.
Summary: The year is 1855 and the east coast of America is tense with the possibility of an upcoming Civil War, but in Northern Minnesota Noah Puckerman knows nothing of such politics. He only has to worry about how he’s going to live with the bride he’s mother is sending him.
Word Count: 3,639
Puck
When Puck woke up it was to the feeling of Kurt, warm and perfect, in his arms. Kurt was still sound asleep and breathing deeply. Puck took this opportunity to take some time to really look at his beautiful husband without Kurt feeling self-conscious.
The sun was just beginning to rise and the bright, early morning light landed on Kurt’s flawless, pale skin. His usually perfect hair was in complete disarray on the pillow and Puck wasn’t at all surprised to realize that he kind of preferred that look.
As Puck’s gaze drifted down his lover’s body he pulled the blankets out of the way. There were the adorable freckles on Kurt’s shoulders and there were the perfect dimples at the base of his back.
Puck was about to pull the blankets away from Kurt’s ass when Kurt stiffened, telling Puck that he’d woken up.
“Morning,” Puck said, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s temple, trying to gauge his reaction. Kurt just sighed and squirmed slightly in response, not a good sign. “How are you doing?” Puck asked in what he hoped was a comforting manner. He really didn’t think he could handle tears two days in a row.
“I’m trying to remember that I promised that I wouldn’t freak out this morning. It’s proving rather difficult.”
Puck huffed, “Oh, honestly, this is getting ridiculous.” He grabbed Kurt around the waist and, ignoring his squawk of protest, pulled him up and around until Kurt was straddling Puck’s hips.
“Puck!” Kurt cried, trying to pull away from Puck’s hold. “Puck, let go of me! This is so inappropriate!”
“Why?” Puck shot back “Why is it inappropriate?”
That seemed to startle Kurt, at least enough for him to stop trying to pull away from Puck’s hold.
“What kind of question is that? It just is.”
“But why? Because someone told you that’s the way it was supposed to be?”
“Well, yes, my teacher’s at St. Timothy’s always said-,”
“I don’t want to know what you teacher’s said, I want to know what you think. Would you rather be married with someone like Karofski, who from what I’ve heard, would guarantee wouldn’t enjoy sex with him?”
Kurt stared at Puck for a long moment before saying softly, “I can’t believe you would ask me that.”
“Alright the, let me put it this way; what would your father want? Do you think he would rather you be married to Karofski, where you could have remained the ‘proper’ carrier or with me where you could be happy?”
Kurt seemed speechless at Puck’s words and after awhile settled himself down on top of Puck so they were lying chest to chest. Puck was startled by this sudden act of intimacy from Kurt, but felt like it was a step in the right direction so he decided to stay silent until Kurt felt ready to talk.
Eventually, Kurt said, “You know, you aren’t at all what I expected to find when I decided to travel out here.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, I suppose it was stereotypical of me, but I was expecting a country bumpkin. Instead I found you and while you clearly don’t know how to include style in your wardrobe you can be quite insightful when you want to be.”
“Well, aren’t you the flatterer?”
“Hush,” Kurt said, smacking Puck’s chest lightly. “I’m trying to make a point here. Maybe it’s not what everyone wanted or expected of me, but the only one whose opinion really matters to me is my father’s and you’re right, he would have wanted me to be happy no matter what the circumstances were. And despite our differences, Puck, you really do make me happy.”
Kurt said that last part so softly that Puck almost didn’t hear him, but the words warmed him so that he had to squeeze Kurt closer and plant a kiss on his sweet, perfect mouth. For the first time Kurt didn’t hesitate, but instead opened his mouth almost instantly and let Puck deepen the kiss without complaint.
Encouraged, Puck started to drift one of his hands down Kurt’s back toward that luscious bottom. He’d almost made it when Kurt pulled back with a little laugh.
“Surely you aren’t serious? Your lust was quenched not 10 hours ago; you cannot wish to go again all ready?”
“Baby,” Puck growled. “I don’t think my lust for you could ever be quenched. I’m always going to want more.” He tried to capture Kurt’s mouth in another kiss, but Kurt pulled further away.
“Flame will be most displeased if you are late bringing her breakfast.”
Puck let his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh. Kurt was right of course. If Puck could have his way he would spend the rest of his life lying, naked in bed with Kurt, but that would be unfair to the animals, unless…
“Hey,” he said, suddenly have an idea. “Will you wait for me?”
“Wait for you?” Kurt asked, clearly confused by Puck’s request.
“Yeah,” Puck said, getting excited now. “I don’t have any extra chores that need to be done today, just feed the animals and let them out of the barn. It shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes. You could just wait here in bed and warm me up when I get back,” Puck finished with a leer.
“You want me to lie in bed and wait to attend to you,” Kurt said with a mix of interest and scandalized inquiry. “Don’t you want me to make breakfast? Surely you’re hungry?”
“Oh, I’m hungry; I’m just not hungry for food,” Puck growled, palming Kurt’s ass to emphasize his point.
Kurt squeaked and flushed prettily, but he said softly, “Alright, if you like, I’ll wait for you.”
Puck beamed up at his sweet, wonderful, perfect carrier and pressed a sloppy kiss to Kurt’s mouth before slipping out from under him. Puck didn’t think he’d ever gotten dressed and finished his chores so quickly. He almost broke his neck tripping over the pitchfork in his haste to get back in bed with Kurt.
Mostly he wanted to get back so he could make Kurt all hot and sweaty in the light of day, but if he was honest with himself, there was another reason. The last time he’d left Kurt alone, he’d come back to find his husband in tears. Kurt had looked so content, snuggled up and blushing, under the blankets and Puck didn’t want Kurt to revert back to his previous mindset and start crying again.
Finally, Puck made it back into the house and was relieved to see Kurt was still in bed. Kurt looked so perfect lying there, that Puck had to stop in the middle of taking off his clothes just so he could drink in the sight of the husband. However, Kurt didn’t seem to respond to well to Puck’s scrutiny and after a short time of watching Puck watch him, Kurt began squirming.
“Are you going to just stand there? It hardly seems fair that I remain the only one naked in this scenario,” Kurt huffed.
Puck grinned down at Kurt, “Your wish is my command lovely,” Puck said, falling on top of Kurt, being careful to catch himself so he didn’t squash Kurt too badly. Kurt got a single giggle out before Puck leant in for a kiss and swallowed the rest of Kurt’s laughter.
Puck didn’t realize it was possible for a man to be as happy as he was for the next several weeks. In just a couple months, Kurt managed to work himself into Puck’s life, so much so that Puck could barely remember what his life was like before Kurt came along. He no longer got cold during those long winter nights because he always fell asleep with Kurt’s warm body pressed against him, wrapped up in his arms.
Puck no longer had to suffer through his own cooking. Kurt was truly a genius in the kitchen to be able to make such delicious creations. Puck didn’t have to deal with unfulfilling feeling that masturbation always gave him. As time passed Kurt became more and more relaxed when it came to sex. He usually still made a half-hearted protest at first, but soon Kurt would be begging for more.
Lately, there had even been a couple of times when Kurt had been the one to initiate their joining. Puck wasn’t sure what it was exactly that caused Kurt to forget his usually prim demeanor. He just knew that once in a while he would look up from something he was working on to see Kurt looking at him with lust blown eyes and the next thing Puck knew he would have a lapful of eager and horny husband.
But by far the best thing about Kurt was simply him being there. Kurt could fill up all the empty space with his chatter and even when he was quiet he still staved off Puck’s old loneliness. Puck could spend hours watching Kurt just bustle around the house. Kurt was clearly happiest when he was busy.
During the winter, while they were pretty much snowbound, Puck was able to spend nearly all day inside with Kurt. As the snow began to melt and Puck had to spend more and more time outside prepping the ground for this year’s planting he had worried that Kurt would become annoyed being alone in the house all the time. But Kurt had continued to surprise him, often following Puck out to the fields with that day’s lunch, packed up in a basket.
He would go out to the barn to socialize with Flame while the oxen were out working the fields. Puck nearly had a heart attack the first time he came back to the house at the end of the day to realize Kurt was nowhere to be found. Puck had worked himself up into a panic that Kurt had decided to go back east when he spotted Kurt coming from the river with a basket of clothes in his arms.
Puck never said out loud how scared he’d gotten, simply because Kurt had decided to do some laundry. However, that night he felt the need to prove to himself that Kurt hadn’t left and had brought the two of them to completion again and again so that by the time he was satisfied Kurt was practically sobbing he’d become so sensitive.
Puck didn’t want to think about what it meant for him to be so upset about the thought of Kurt leaving, but the fact remained that he had been. When Puck had first met Kurt, he’d been attracted to him sure, but it had all been physical. Now, it seemed deeper somehow. Puck didn’t want to put a label on how he was feeling, but sometimes when he was just holding Kurt in his arms late at night it felt a lot like love. That thought scared the shit out of him so he pushed it aside whenever it came to the surface. Before Puck knew it, he was avoiding any situation with Kurt that would cause those feelings to occur.
Kurt
Kurt was starting to get a little worried. For a long time after he and Puck had gotten married everything had seemed so perfect.
Too perfect.
Kurt should have known that things couldn’t have remained so wonderful for long. Sure enough, just 2 months of married life and things were already starting to fall apart. Kurt couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was wrong, but it seemed like Puck was becoming more and more distant.
Right after they got married it had seemed like Puck would go out of his way to touch and kiss Kurt throughout the day for no apparent reason, other than to be close to Kurt. But lately it seemed like Puck only touched Kurt during sex. Kurt couldn’t even count on Puck to hold him during post-coitus like he used to. Last night, Puck had actually gone so far as to turn his back on Kurt when he had finished.
He was sure that this probably made him one of those needy carriers, but he couldn’t change the way he felt. He missed the closeness that he and Puck had shared at the beginning of their marriage and he couldn’t figure out why things had changed so drastically.
He had pondered the problem for several days now and the only explanation he could come up with was that Puck was becoming bored with him. When Kurt had come to that conclusion it almost made him want to cry. How ironic was it that when Kurt was hesitant about nighttime activities, Puck couldn’t seem to get enough of his husband, but now that Kurt was becoming more comfortable with his body Puck was no longer interested in touching him.
This situation was frustrating Kurt to no end, mainly because he didn’t know how to fix it. He’d been told many times of men that lost interest in their carriers after years of marriage when the carrier was no longer youthful and beautiful, but Kurt knew he hadn’t suddenly developed wrinkles after just two months.
The only bright side to this problem was that it happened out here. Kurt didn’t have to worry about Puck sleeping with other people. It wasn’t like he could stop off at a brothel on the way back from the fields. Kurt wasn’t stupid; he knew that Puck had indulged in such things in the past. Kurt also knew that there were no brothels near enough for Puck to go to without Kurt knowing, so that was one thing that Kurt didn’t have to worry about.
Kurt honestly didn’t think he could handle Puck cheating on him. The very idea both devastated and infuriated him. Kurt had needed to make himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves after thinking about this whole unsettling ordeal. He was on his third cup when Puck came crashing in through the door.
Kurt hadn’t seen Puck mad since their first fight, but something was clearly bothering him now.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked as Puck started to jerk off his boots.
“That damn, piece of shit plow busted on me,” Puck scowled. “I’m going to have to drive all the way into Clarksville tomorrow to get a new one. I can’t wait for one to be ordered and sent out here. I need to get all the seeding done by the end of the month.” Puck sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry for swearing. I know you don’t like that. It’s my own fault anyway. That plow was so old, I’ve been meaning to replace it for ages, but never got around to it.”
Puck seemed to have gotten over his anger pretty quickly, but Kurt’s heart was plummeting. Clarksville was pretty far away. No matter how early Puck left in the morning he would have to spend the night in Clarksville. That was a pretty big town, there was bound to be at least a couple establishments of ill repute. Kurt didn’t see how there was any way of keeping Puck away from such a place while he was gone, unless…
“Take me with you,” Kurt blurted out before he really had time to think the idea through. Puck looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You want to travel all the way into Clarksville? It’s really not that interesting and the long drive gets really boring. If there’s something you need, just tell me and I’ll pick it up for you.”
“No, I have to go!” Kurt cried, trying to think of a plausible reason why he needed to go to Clarksville that didn’t involve making sure his husband didn’t invite some floozy into his bed. “I need to get some flowers!”
“Flowers?”
“Yes,” Kurt replied, grasping onto the idea. “I think we need to get some flowers to brighten the front yard area and I highly doubt you would know what I was talking about if I told you to get a certain breed and you would probably pick out the wrong types and I simply can’t leave this kind of thing to chance. So I need to go to Clarksville with you. That’s the only way I’ll know for sure that the right flowers have been selected,” Kurt finished, wondering if that had sounded as lame to Puck as it did to him.
Puck just stared at him for a few seconds before saying, “Alright then. I had no idea you were took flowers so seriously.”
“Well, of course I do,” Kurt sniffed, relieved that Puck had bought his reasoning. “The composition of the lawn provides visitors with the first perspective of a household’s dynamic. But I wouldn’t expect a Neanderthal like you to know something like that.”
Puck chuckled and for one glorious moment Kurt thought Puck was going to pull him in for a kiss, but then Puck stopped laughing, his face closed off and he turned to go wash the dirt from his arms without saying a word, leaving Kurt alone.
That night after they’d gotten into bed Puck rolled Kurt over onto his hands and knees and took him that way. Puck put both his hands around Kurt’s hips and didn’t once move his hands through Kurt’s hair or kiss the back of Kurt’s neck like he had in the past when they’d used this position. Afterwards, Kurt couldn’t help feeling like he’d been left unfulfilled, even if there was a damp spot on the sheets that said otherwise.
They got up insanely early the next morning before the sun had risen. As they headed out Kurt reveled in the feeling of being so close to Puck in a non-sexual situation again. He felt so warm and comfortable that he soon fell asleep against Puck’s shoulder and when he opened his eyes again the sun was up and Puck was pulling up next to a creek to give the oxen a chance to drink.
Kurt stretched and turned to wish his husband good morning and maybe lean in for a kiss, only to find that Puck had already gotten out of the wagon and was fiddling with part of the harness.
Kurt huffed. This was more serious then he originally thought. It was like Puck was deliberately trying to avoid him. Well, if he thought Kurt was just going to accept that lying down then he had another thing coming.
As soon as Puck climbed back into the wagon Kurt moved over so that he was as close as possible to Puck’s side and began talking about anything that came into his mind. Puck didn’t really say anything, but then he’d never been much of a conversationalist so Kurt wasn’t too worried. As long as Puck was listening that was all Kurt needed for now, he could increase his attack when they got to Clarksville.
Kurt let his mouth run on automatic while he worked out the details of his plan. He would need to stay by Puck’s side the whole time. He just hoped Puck wouldn’t become suspicious. Puck hadn’t actually done anything wrong and Kurt would hate to have to say he suspected Puck to be inclined to adultery because he wouldn’t touch Kurt anymore.
Kurt was starting to get a headache trying to get this all figured out. He would just have to deal with those problems when he came to them.
They arrived in Clarksville in the early afternoon and Kurt was relieved to have an excuse to stop talking. As they drove down Main Street Kurt was surprised to realize that he hadn’t missed the crowds and noise of the cities as much as he thought he had. There was something cozy and intimate about their little house in the Northwood and Kurt had fallen in love with it without even realizing it.
As he and Puck headed into the general store, Kurt wrapped a hand in the crook of Puck’s arm, more determined than ever to get their marriage back on track.
Nothing eventful happened as they did the shopping, but after they had packed all of their purchases up in the wagon and headed toward the hotel was when trouble started.
Trouble in the form of a tiny redhead with far too much makeup to be tasteful and breasts threatening to spill out of her low cut dress.
She was standing on the other side of the street and when she spotted Puck she called out an enthusiastic greeting, “It’s about time you showed up Puck. It’s too cruel of you to make me go so long without you.” She then pouted in what she probably thought was a coy and becoming way.
Kurt thought in made her look like a trout. Was this really the kind of company Puck had sought? He couldn’t have chosen someone with less taste and class if he’d tried Kurt thought as he looked up at Puck with what he hoped was just the right amount of silent judgment without going over the top.
Puck had the decency to flush slightly as he waved over at the woman. “Hey Cherish, how ya doing?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, steering Kurt firmly away down the street. Kurt couldn’t help feeling smug that this ‘Cherish’ had gotten such a cold greeting from Puck.
Kurt glanced back and was pleased to see Cherish glaring at him. This was good Kurt thought, sending a sweet smile back at Cherish. She realized that Kurt was now Puck’s first priority. Cherish and anyone else from Puck’s past would just have to accept that Kurt was a force to be reckoned with and he wasn’t going to give up his man to anyone.