Those Feelings Deep Inside
Title: Those Feelings Deep Inside
Author: K-Lee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: What if deep inside Puck might feel something towards the small fashionista?
Warnings: Sexual content, mpreg, bad language
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in this fic. This is purely for fun.
Notes: Sex, profanity........oh yea and did I mention smuttiness? XD (the banana scene is umpires by Spider's fic "Bananahead" so that's not mine either.)
~Those Feelings Deep Inside~
Puck roamed the hallways, looking for his next victim. That Jacob nerd was a really good target. Or maybe the geek in the wheel chair. But Puck wanted to humiliate someone he hasn't already humiliated. Puck ALWAYS beat Ben Israel and he already threw Artie's wheel chair off the roof more than once.
Puck turned. Hummel. The gay kid was wearing a pink sweater. Really? Like, that's not a saying "Hey, I'm gay. Come beat me." It was too long from the last time Puck threw Hummel in the dumpster. He walked towards the small ice queen. "Guess what, Hummel?"
Ice queen kept fixing his hair in the mirror in his locker as he said, "Wait, don't tell me, you just realized how small your IQ is." Puck balled his hands into fists. "Don't push me, Hummel." Kurt laughed. "Oh, Noah, threatening me is going to get you nowhere. I for a fact know that you do not use the same bullying techniques twice in a row and if you even think that ruining my million dollar face will satisfy your craving for violence, let me correct you. My father will be suing you for more money than all of my organic hair products cost faster than you can say sorry." Puck slammed his fists into the lockers. "That's it, Hummel. You have just reserved a date with the toilet."
Puck grabbed Kurt by his collar, slammed the locker closed with the other hand, and dragged Kurt into the boy's bathroom. He kicked open a stall and threw Kurt inside. "Puck, don't-" Kurt said before his head was being forced into the toilet. Kurt put both hands in the seat and pushed away. "Puck, ok, Noah, I'll let you throw me in the dumpster this whole week....while wearing my designer clothes!" "Oh, no, you asked for it, now you get it."
Ten minutes later, Kurt was sitting in Spanish class, his hair and clothes soaked. Mr. Shuester had sent Puck to the principal, but that hadn't been as satisfying as Kurt would have felt. I mean, who wouldn't feel naseasous in Kurt's dilemma? Kurt had only one question he wanted answered. Did Noah Puckerman really check his butt out in the boy's bathroom?
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Puck sighed as he sat in Mr. Figgins office. This dude can TALK! Puck sighed again. His thoughts drifted off: Puck throwing Artie's wheel chair off the roof, Puck pushing Ben Israel into the lockers, Puck checking out Kurt's butt..., Whoa, he thought, I was NOT looking at his butt. Ok, maybe a little, but that was because Kurt had a big butt, right?puck shook his head. That thought NEEDED to leave his head, at least before he goes over to Santana's house.
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Kurt sat in Glee, making sure he made no eye contact with Puck. He didn't think Puck would check his butt out again in Glee, still Kurt had thrown his coat over his the back if his chair, just so he wouldn't feel weird and start checking over his shoulder.
Mr. Shuester mentioned a duet. Again?Kurt thought, Mr. Shue probably recycles his lessons....just like his clothes. Kurt looked around. Who would be his partner. Finn and Rachel were a definite pair. Kurt kept looking around until he heard something Mr. Shue said. "I will pick the name out of the hat." Kurt's eyes widened. Please be Sam, please be Sam, he thought.
Kurt couldn't hear who everyone else got as partners. He stood, concentrating on Sam's name as if he could magically pull his name out. "Noah?" Kurt read. Puck looked up at the sound if his name and almost puked at the sight of Kurt holding the paper with his name. Almost. "What the hell? Mr. Shue we need a retake." Mr. Shuester shook his head. "Sorry, Puck, the fates have spoken." Kurt balled the piece of paper in his fist. "You better do an excellent job, Noah Puckerman. Or o swear you'll wish you were never born." Kurt threatened. Puck rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
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Kurt was lying on his bed, listening to Lady Gaga. Who could get tired of listening to LADY GAGA? Kurt unpeeled his banana slowly. Practice makes perfect right? He put the banana in his mouth, trying not to choke. He had been practicing like this for a while and plus he wasn't the only gay teenager who's done it. It was better to know what to do when the time comes. Plus, Kurt couldn't watch gay porn. His dad got the statements from his computer.
Kurt moaned around the fruit. His tongue slide around it, as Kurt imagined feeling a pulse. He imagined looking up seeing.......Noah? What? He pulled the fruit out of his mouth as he heard footsteps down to his room. His father stood at the end of the stairwell. Kurt lowered the volume. "Yea, dad?" he mentally kicked himself for sounding out of breath. Burt Hummel raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Kurt, you alright? You sound like you ran a marathon." Kurt nodded. "You just scared me, that's all." Burt nodded. "Well, Finn and Carole asked us if we wanna have dinner. You coming?" Kurt nodded. "Just give me some time to change."
"But, you're already dressed."
"Dad, you should know I hate wearing the same outfit. Plus, isn't Carole special to you? Just give me five." Burt nodded. "You have five minutes. If you're not upstairs, I'm leaving." Kurt nodded as his father went upstairs. He was glad his dad fell for his excuse so he could be alone. He moved his legs so try were open. Wow, he was HARD. He stood and dressed quickly. How did he get so hard just thinking of Puck?
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Puck sat at Breadsticks, waiting for his sister to come from the bathroom. Puck's little sister hated it when he ate without her. He grimaced and was about to steal a fry when he saw something at the corner of his eye. Hummel. Great. He rolled his eyes and slid a little down the booth.
Kurt laughed at something his father said, but as Kurt turned he saw him make a face that said, "Are you kidding me? That's funny?" Puck smiled a little. He quickly composed himself as his little sister returned. The Hummels and the Hudsons sat RIGHT ACROSS FROM PUCK! He shook his head. "Oooooo, you like him!" Puck's sister teased. Puck rolled his eyes. "Yea right." He turned and looked at Kurt. Kurt was staring back in shock. Burt Hummel notices the two boys staring at each other and whispered something in Kurt's ear. Kurt looked at his dad. "Are you kidding me? He's a jerk and a bully. Why would I like him?!" Kurt said. It was just audible enough to hear. Puck rolled his eyes and focused in his food. He didn't look up at Kurt or Finn, even when he was paying the check.
Kurt excused himself and pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead he went outside and chased after Puck when his dad wasn't looking.
"Puck!" Kurt yelled once the door to the restersaunt was fully closed. Puck stopped and motioned for his sister to ge into his car. Kurt jogged to Puck. "What do you want, Hummel? Don't I get enough of you in school?" Puck said, bully mode fully on. Kurt, instead of making a snarky comment, said, "I think that's really nice of you to take your sister out like that." Puck was taken aback. "uh, yea, she's my sis, you know? I'm pretty sure Jacob Israel won't miss his money." Kurt froze. "I'm kidding dude," Puck said. Kurt laughed, weakly. "Well, I'll see you at school." Kurt moved towards Puck, but stopped. Puck made sure his sister was busy with het iPod before hugging Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened, but he then smiled and walked back into the resteraunt. He sat down, ignoring Finn's shocked stare and his dad's looks that were shot his way. He ate, not understanding why he was so happy.
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It was afterschool the next day when Kurt got his text:
U gonna cum ovr? Or shuld I cum ovr thr?
Kurt froze and after 5 minutes, another text:
We do need 2 pck a song? Duet?
Kurt sighed and replied:
I'll go ovr. B thr in 10.
Kurt wondered why his thoughts got so negative at Puck's first text. He also wondered how he knew where Puck lived.
He arrived in exactly 10 minutes. "Wow, so you do take puncuality seriously." was the first thing Puck said when he opened the door. Kurt nodded. They went up to Puck's room and Kurt felt all tingly. Kurt shuddered. Weird.
Puck's room was a mess. "Aren't we going to make noise?" Kurt asked as he kicked a pile of clothes away. Puck shrugged. "Maybe. Nobody's home though. Mom's working at the hospital and my sis is at a friend's house." Kurt nodded and sat catiously on the bed.
"So, what do you have in mind?" Kurt asked. Puck thought a minute. "Whatever, just make sure it's not gay." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Have you ever seen Moulin Rouge?" Puck raised am eyebrow. "Is that a musical?" "Sorta...." "No." "But, Puck, you don't know what it's about." Puck sighed. "What is it about?"
Kurt smiled. "I normally wouldn't watch something like Moulin Rouge. It's about a writer who want to write a book about love. But he's never been in love. So, he runs into these guys and they take him to a place called Moulin Rouge. It's kind of like a strip club with prostitutes and stuff and the writer ends up falling in love with one. But, a duke also fell in love so it's about the writer and the duke fighting over this girl and somehow the writer ends up writing a play. The duke understands what the real meaning of the play is and tries to steal the prostitue away from the writer. It's so intense and the vocals.....wow." Puck's eyes were like saucers. "Dude, can we see it?" "The play isnt anywhere near here but we could watch the movie." Kurt produced a DVD from his bag and Puck put it in the DVD player....
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"Wow." "Awsome right?" "That......was bullshit." Kurt stood and placed his hands on his hips. "It was not!" he protested. Puck shrugged. "Whatever dude, just voicing my opinion." Kurt glared. "First off," he said,"Moulin Rouge is NOT, and I repeat NOT, bullshit. Second, don't you ever dare call me dude. I swear I will kick your ass. And third, you seemed pretty bouncy during 'Roxanne'." Puck shrugged again. "Is any of them Jewish?"
Kurt googled the characters. "Crap. No." Puck sighed. "Does people actually know about this play?" "Yes!.......ok no." Kurt admitted. "So let's say one of them is Jewish."
"Puck......lying about a musical is so....so..." "Juevinile? Yea, that's what I am." Kurt smiled. "Ok. There's just one problem. They're all love songs." Puck shook his head. "Not 'Roxanne." Kurt squeeled. "I'll sing Edwin McGregor's part and you'll play the narcotic actor." Puck raised an eyebrow. "I don't have to fall asleep like he does?" Kurt sighed. "No. He doesn't fall asleep during the song." Puck nodded. "Google the lyrics and show me what you got." Kurt did as he was told and sung his heart out.
Puck couldn't contain his thoughts for long. Was it just him, or was Kurt's jeans even tighter today? Puck would never admit the feeling he got when Kurt does his signature hair flip, or the tingly sensation he got when Kurt would lift his arm and a piece of skin would show when his shirt lifted a little. Or the way Kurt smiled a little when he sang and Puck's heart burst with joy. Puck wouldn't admit any of that. That would be admitting he's gay.
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It was scary, having to sing a song that's almost like an opera in front of everyone else. It was only scary because he was the only guy doing a song with another guy. How is it that the boys pick the girls? Is there like one side for boys and another for girls, but Puck just happened to pick from the wrong side? But wasn't that hat really small?
Kurt sat straight, his shoulders back and his chin up as the first words of Roxanne filled the air...
will drive you will drive you will drive you...mad
Roxanne
You don't have to put on that red light
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Roxanne
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Puck grabbed the edge of the piano. It was now Kurt's turned, and it did wonders everwhere under his waist...
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand
Kurt's voice was nothing like Ewan McGregors, but it made the actor's voice sound like crap. Puck could feel everyone's eyes on him as he sung the words "Roxanne" over Kurt's lyrics....
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry?
(Roxanne)
Feelings I can't fight
Kurt sounded so hurt and Puck could see that it fit his situation. He didn't have to sleep with other people....but...was Kurt really admitting how much it hurt seeing him with other people? How much it hurt knowing he was with another person in bed, instead of with Kurt?
Kurt locked eyes with Puck's and it was obvious. Kurt felt that way. Kurt ended the song. It wasn't how the real version ended, but they needed to make it quick.
You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me
And please believe me when I say I love you
The melody faded into the air, haunting and sad. The others clapped uncertaintly. It was obvious they saw Kurt and Puck's exchange.
Mr. Shuester cleared his throat and the two boys suddenly remembered they weren't alone. They blushed as Mr. Shue said, "Well, that was .......perfect actually. So much.....passion." Kurt's eyes looked up then away, the way they do when he gets annoyed. Puck felt the same way. Why can't two boys profess their love? Maybe it wasn't as obscured as they wanted it to be, but it was enough to get their message across.
Puck smirked as he felt pairs of eyes watch his back as he grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to their seats, hands still clasped together....
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Puck slammed his locker his locker closed as Santana kept rambling on. "Kurt will ruing your reputation! Now, if you want to be the badass again, come over to my house tonight." Puck shrugged. "I'll think about it," he said as he walked away from a stunned Santana.
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Kurt laughed. "So, you just told her off like that?" Puck nodded. "She's just jealous." Their laughing mood seed to subside at that. "What would make her jealous?" Kurt whispered to himself. Puck answered anyway. "You."
Kurt grinned. Luckily, the locker rooms were empty. Everyone else left for pizza, leaving Kurt alone. Puck had stayed to keep Kurt company. "So," Puck said, "You're a cheerleader." Kurt smirked at Puck. "And you're a football player." Puck laughed. "You know, every cheerleader needs a football playing boyfriend, or at least a football playing sex buddy." Kurt looked at Puck from the corner of his eyes as they walked out into the hall. "Aren't you Santana's football playing sex buddy?" Puck shook his head as he leaned against the wall. "I told her off, remember? I'm yours now." Kurt playfully looked away. "You have to take me out first," he whispered seductively as he watched Puck's reaction from under his eyelashes.
Puck smiled. "Tomorrow?" Kurt nodded. He leaned closer to Puck and pressed his lips softly to Puck's lips. It was quick, but it still held a deeper feeling in it.
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Burt heard his son grunt for the millionth time and now it scared him. What was Kurt doing down there? Burt prayed it wasn't anything sexual as he made his way down the steps. He just wasn't ready for that.
Fortunately, Kurt's clothes were still on. But his room was covered in clothes from Kurt's closet. His jeans were all on the bed, his shirts in a wrinkled pile at the floor and Burt didn't look at what was on Kurt's desk chair. It looked suspiciously like lace and that freaked him out.
"Kurt?" Kurt bumped the back if his head against the shelve in his wardrobe as he hurried to get up. "Dad! You're home early." Burt nodded. "Deadliest Catch is on." Kurt nodded and looked everywhere except his dad.
"Why are your clothes on the floor?" Kurt shoved his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. "I....um....have a date tonight." Burt nodded. "So....who's the guy?"
The doorbell rang and Kurt squeeled. "I'm not even ready! Dad, distract him. And don't embarass me." He added the last part as he pushed his father out if his room.
Burt opened the front door to see a boy with a mohawk standing at the door nervously. Burt thought he looked familiar. "You're the kid that nailed my lawn furniture to my roof?"
Puck had hoped Burt didn't remember that. "There were others?" he said lamely. Burt's eyes looked up and then away, just like Kurt did. Puck made a silent memo to never make Kurt's dad do that again. It meant a pissed off dad.
Burt invited Puck in and Puck introduced himself and got a hug from Carole. Finn bound down the stairs, curious of who Kurt's date was, to find his best friend. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" "Language, Finn," Carole chastised him.
Puck shrugged. "Mind if I take your step-bro off of your hands?" Finn nodded. "Yea, I actually do mind." Puck shrugged again. "Not what he said." Burt didn't like that 'I-don't-care' attitude, but before he could say anything, Kurt opened his door. Burt wanted to cover his son up in a comforter as he saw what Kurt was wearing.
Kurt had on black skinny jeans that were so tight it looked like it was literally painted on. He wore a black V-neck that showed the masculine, athletism that came with cheerleading. He wore boots that went calf-high and when he put his hand on his hip, Burt wanted to blush for him.
Puck's eyes were wide. "You look....amazing." Burt gave Puck the glare that Kurt gave when someone seriously trashed his outfit and got him really pissed. Finn's eyes were narrowed. The only normal one seemed to be Carole. "Oh, relax, boys. He won't hurt him."
Finn mumbled something they could hear, but since Kurt was next to Finn he heard and smacked the back of his head. Kurt smiled at Puck and after taking a deep breath (Kurt probably couldn't breathe, Puck thought) he tangled his fingers with Puck's and led him to Puck's car.
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"I still don't like him."
"Doesn't matter, Burt."
"But, I still don't like him."
Burt had kept saying that since Kurt had backed out of the driveway. "Doesn't matter, honey." Carole kept repeating.
"But, Carrey, I don't like him."
Finn sat on the stools next to the counted, his cheek in his hand. "I'm starting not to like him either."
Carole glared at them. "Look, Kurt would be very upset that you both aren't being supportive. And I heard what you said Finn, which is why I let Kurt hit you." Finn blushed before his mom went on. "Kurt needs us to be supportive weither the guy is creepy or not." Burt sighed.
Once Carole was out of the kitchen, both Burt and Finn mumbled, "But i still don't like him."
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Kurt lay under Puck, their lips moving in syncronization. Kurt's tongue was a little inexperienced, but Puck was a great leader. Puck's hand rested on Kurt's inner thigh. It unbuttoned his jeans and slide Kurt's zipper down.
Kurt gasped and tried to push Puck away. "Relax, Kurt, you could breathe in these jeans. I was just trying to make the frequent trips to get air a little less frequent." Kurt sighed and nodded. "Sorry. I'm just....not ready."
Puck understood (well at least tried to) and he pressed his lips against Kurt's again.
They were in the back seat of Puck's beaten up car. It was warm and Kurt had plugged his iPod in. Soft, romantic music filled the car and Puck couldn't help but smile at the sweetness if Kurt's mind.
It was getting humid and Kurt felt like he was suffocating. He reached up and pressed the button to make the window go down. "Sorry," he explained," It's really hot."
Puck grinned. "Good." and Kurt laughed.
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Burt's foot kept tapping until a car pulled into the driveway. He stood and crossed his arms as Kurt walked in. "Do you know what time it is?"
Kurt looked confused. "Uh, 9:30?" Burt looked at his watch then the clock. Oh. "My watch said 11:30..." Kurt smiled and hugged his father. "I know you don't like him, but please be nice, daddy."
Kurt had never called his dad 'daddy', not even when he wanted new clothes. Burt knew this was serious, so he just hugged his som back and kissed the top of his head.
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"So, his watch was wrong?"
Kurt laughed. "Yep. But I think he was really practicing in case it actually happens."
Puck grinned as he walked his boyfriend to class.
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Quinn was the last person you expected to worry for Kurt.
She knew how Puck was. He was.....well....manwhore-ish. She just couldn't stand seeing Kurt get hurt like she had gotten hurt.
She did tell Kurt. He understood completely. "I know why you'd be worried. But be told even Santana off for getting a little.....homophobic. He wants to try and make this work. I know in the end I'd probably be heartbroken, but don't you think I'd grow stronger from the experience?"
Quinn had to admit, he would be a little more confident and stronger IF Puck did that. "Quinn, I honestly am grateful for your concern, but I think I can handle it."
Kurt hadn't said it in a mean way. It was truthful and Quinn believed Kurt really could handle it.
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Puck felt his groin grow harder as he sucked on Kurt's bottom lip.
It was now 3 months that they'd been dating. Puck hadn't slept with anyone (and Kurt knew because he was always sad when the subject was brought up and he couldn't participate) and Kurt really believed Puck loved him.
They were in Puck's room. It was supposed to be a study date, but it went a different way. "Mmm, Puck, that's feels nice." Kurt said as he felt Puck's fingers brush slowly over his cock.
Puck chuckled. He zipped down Kurt's zipper and pressed his fingers against Kurt's length. Kurt gasped. It was the first touch they shared that was actually sexual. Kurt was ready for this, but Puck had to say three words first.
"Puck, I love you."
Puck licked his lips.
"Kurt, I love you, too."
Kurt grinned and pulled Puck into a sweet, passionate kiss.
Puck pulled Kurt's jeans over Kurt's thighs and soon his underwear was next. Kurt sat up and pulled his shirt over his head.
Kurt suddenly felt insecure as Puck's watchful gaze slide all over his body. Kurt fought the urge to cover himself up, but tried to cover between his legs with his arm.
Puck moved his arm away and grinned. "You're beautiful."
Kurt felt a confident boost stir inside himself, so he ripped off Puck's clothes.
Puck was leaning all his weight on his elbows and Kurt wrapped his legs around Puck's waist. Puck slicked his cock up and slide in.
It hurt. A lot. Kurt wanted to scream. But he controled himself. Puck pushed in, more gently than before. Kurt winced as Puck's dick made it's way through his ring of muscles. It was finally in and Puck snapped his hips.
Kurt moaned as Puck hit his prostate. It was so nice.
Puck kept it up, his movements faster and harder. Kurt wasn't sure what name to shout out. He decided.
"Noah."
Puck shuddered and came inside Kurt. Kurt moaned at Puck's beauty and came on Puck's stomach.
Puck pulled out and took off the condom Kurt hadn't remembered Puck putting on.
They lay in silence before Puck broke it.
"Feel honored. I don't do post-sex cuddles with other people."
Kurt laughed.
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Burt rubbed circles against Kurt's back as Kurt threw up the lasagna he just ate.
Kurt had been eating just fine, laughing and joking with his family before he stood up and ran to the bathroom.
Burt kissed his son's head as Kurt wretched his guts out. Kurt leaned onto the wall and tried to gather his thoughts. He stood and brushed his teeth twice.
"Are you ok?"
Kurt nodded.
"Was it something you ate?"
Kurt shook his head.
Burt ran out of simple questions. There was one question nagging in the back of his head. A question that was related to why Kurt had come home late in the entire time him and Puck we dating. Even Finn was a little uncertain when Kurt walked in at exactly 11:59.
"I lost track of time." Kurt had said. But Burt didn't believe him. Nobody did. Kurt wasn't like that.
Burt wanted to ask he question so bad. But Kurt would answer when he was ready.
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Puck took the news with out overreacting, which was what Kurt had hoped Puck would do. Kurt overreacted a little when he found out, but maybe Puck was different. He was.
"Have you told anybody?"
Kurt shook his head.
"I was too scared. But I will."
Puck nodded and held Kurt close as they walked to class.
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That same day, Kurt was throwing up in the bathroom. Carole was there, comforting him.
"Call dad." He said.
Carole stood but before she left, Kurt said,"And come back with Finn."
Once Burt was kneeling next to Kurt and Finn and his mother were at the door frame, Kurt looked at his dad.
Burt Hummel looked terrified. That question kept coming back and he really didn't want the answer.
"Just ask, dad."
Burt nodded. He asked.
Tears fell down Kurt's eyes as he nodded.
Burt expected it, but he was still shocked. The doorbell rang and Burt pushed past everyone in fury.
"Dad!"
Burt didn't hear his son over his anger. He threw the door open and grabbed the front of Puck's shirt. He threw him against the wall. "You better be the best damn father that kid has." Puck's eyes widened. "He told, huh?"
Burt pulled Puck and then slammed him against the wall again. "Sure did."
Burt felt a hand on his arm. "Dad!"
Burt looked down at his son. His little boy. His only baby boy. Who was about to have his own baby.
Puck sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel. Really. I never meant for this to happen."
Burt heard the sincerety in Puck's voice. They were just kids. Scared kids. Kids that had no experience and patience to raise a child of their own. Burt actually felt sympathy for the boy. "Noah," Burt had insisted that he not use 'Puck',"You're gonna get a job. You're gonna take care of not only the baby, but my son as well."
Puck nodded. "I promise."
TBC
Next Chapter
Author: K-Lee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: What if deep inside Puck might feel something towards the small fashionista?
Warnings: Sexual content, mpreg, bad language
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in this fic. This is purely for fun.
Notes: Sex, profanity........oh yea and did I mention smuttiness? XD (the banana scene is umpires by Spider's fic "Bananahead" so that's not mine either.)
~Those Feelings Deep Inside~
Puck roamed the hallways, looking for his next victim. That Jacob nerd was a really good target. Or maybe the geek in the wheel chair. But Puck wanted to humiliate someone he hasn't already humiliated. Puck ALWAYS beat Ben Israel and he already threw Artie's wheel chair off the roof more than once.
Puck turned. Hummel. The gay kid was wearing a pink sweater. Really? Like, that's not a saying "Hey, I'm gay. Come beat me." It was too long from the last time Puck threw Hummel in the dumpster. He walked towards the small ice queen. "Guess what, Hummel?"
Ice queen kept fixing his hair in the mirror in his locker as he said, "Wait, don't tell me, you just realized how small your IQ is." Puck balled his hands into fists. "Don't push me, Hummel." Kurt laughed. "Oh, Noah, threatening me is going to get you nowhere. I for a fact know that you do not use the same bullying techniques twice in a row and if you even think that ruining my million dollar face will satisfy your craving for violence, let me correct you. My father will be suing you for more money than all of my organic hair products cost faster than you can say sorry." Puck slammed his fists into the lockers. "That's it, Hummel. You have just reserved a date with the toilet."
Puck grabbed Kurt by his collar, slammed the locker closed with the other hand, and dragged Kurt into the boy's bathroom. He kicked open a stall and threw Kurt inside. "Puck, don't-" Kurt said before his head was being forced into the toilet. Kurt put both hands in the seat and pushed away. "Puck, ok, Noah, I'll let you throw me in the dumpster this whole week....while wearing my designer clothes!" "Oh, no, you asked for it, now you get it."
Ten minutes later, Kurt was sitting in Spanish class, his hair and clothes soaked. Mr. Shuester had sent Puck to the principal, but that hadn't been as satisfying as Kurt would have felt. I mean, who wouldn't feel naseasous in Kurt's dilemma? Kurt had only one question he wanted answered. Did Noah Puckerman really check his butt out in the boy's bathroom?
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Puck sighed as he sat in Mr. Figgins office. This dude can TALK! Puck sighed again. His thoughts drifted off: Puck throwing Artie's wheel chair off the roof, Puck pushing Ben Israel into the lockers, Puck checking out Kurt's butt..., Whoa, he thought, I was NOT looking at his butt. Ok, maybe a little, but that was because Kurt had a big butt, right?puck shook his head. That thought NEEDED to leave his head, at least before he goes over to Santana's house.
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Kurt sat in Glee, making sure he made no eye contact with Puck. He didn't think Puck would check his butt out again in Glee, still Kurt had thrown his coat over his the back if his chair, just so he wouldn't feel weird and start checking over his shoulder.
Mr. Shuester mentioned a duet. Again?Kurt thought, Mr. Shue probably recycles his lessons....just like his clothes. Kurt looked around. Who would be his partner. Finn and Rachel were a definite pair. Kurt kept looking around until he heard something Mr. Shue said. "I will pick the name out of the hat." Kurt's eyes widened. Please be Sam, please be Sam, he thought.
Kurt couldn't hear who everyone else got as partners. He stood, concentrating on Sam's name as if he could magically pull his name out. "Noah?" Kurt read. Puck looked up at the sound if his name and almost puked at the sight of Kurt holding the paper with his name. Almost. "What the hell? Mr. Shue we need a retake." Mr. Shuester shook his head. "Sorry, Puck, the fates have spoken." Kurt balled the piece of paper in his fist. "You better do an excellent job, Noah Puckerman. Or o swear you'll wish you were never born." Kurt threatened. Puck rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
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Kurt was lying on his bed, listening to Lady Gaga. Who could get tired of listening to LADY GAGA? Kurt unpeeled his banana slowly. Practice makes perfect right? He put the banana in his mouth, trying not to choke. He had been practicing like this for a while and plus he wasn't the only gay teenager who's done it. It was better to know what to do when the time comes. Plus, Kurt couldn't watch gay porn. His dad got the statements from his computer.
Kurt moaned around the fruit. His tongue slide around it, as Kurt imagined feeling a pulse. He imagined looking up seeing.......Noah? What? He pulled the fruit out of his mouth as he heard footsteps down to his room. His father stood at the end of the stairwell. Kurt lowered the volume. "Yea, dad?" he mentally kicked himself for sounding out of breath. Burt Hummel raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Kurt, you alright? You sound like you ran a marathon." Kurt nodded. "You just scared me, that's all." Burt nodded. "Well, Finn and Carole asked us if we wanna have dinner. You coming?" Kurt nodded. "Just give me some time to change."
"But, you're already dressed."
"Dad, you should know I hate wearing the same outfit. Plus, isn't Carole special to you? Just give me five." Burt nodded. "You have five minutes. If you're not upstairs, I'm leaving." Kurt nodded as his father went upstairs. He was glad his dad fell for his excuse so he could be alone. He moved his legs so try were open. Wow, he was HARD. He stood and dressed quickly. How did he get so hard just thinking of Puck?
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Puck sat at Breadsticks, waiting for his sister to come from the bathroom. Puck's little sister hated it when he ate without her. He grimaced and was about to steal a fry when he saw something at the corner of his eye. Hummel. Great. He rolled his eyes and slid a little down the booth.
Kurt laughed at something his father said, but as Kurt turned he saw him make a face that said, "Are you kidding me? That's funny?" Puck smiled a little. He quickly composed himself as his little sister returned. The Hummels and the Hudsons sat RIGHT ACROSS FROM PUCK! He shook his head. "Oooooo, you like him!" Puck's sister teased. Puck rolled his eyes. "Yea right." He turned and looked at Kurt. Kurt was staring back in shock. Burt Hummel notices the two boys staring at each other and whispered something in Kurt's ear. Kurt looked at his dad. "Are you kidding me? He's a jerk and a bully. Why would I like him?!" Kurt said. It was just audible enough to hear. Puck rolled his eyes and focused in his food. He didn't look up at Kurt or Finn, even when he was paying the check.
Kurt excused himself and pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead he went outside and chased after Puck when his dad wasn't looking.
"Puck!" Kurt yelled once the door to the restersaunt was fully closed. Puck stopped and motioned for his sister to ge into his car. Kurt jogged to Puck. "What do you want, Hummel? Don't I get enough of you in school?" Puck said, bully mode fully on. Kurt, instead of making a snarky comment, said, "I think that's really nice of you to take your sister out like that." Puck was taken aback. "uh, yea, she's my sis, you know? I'm pretty sure Jacob Israel won't miss his money." Kurt froze. "I'm kidding dude," Puck said. Kurt laughed, weakly. "Well, I'll see you at school." Kurt moved towards Puck, but stopped. Puck made sure his sister was busy with het iPod before hugging Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened, but he then smiled and walked back into the resteraunt. He sat down, ignoring Finn's shocked stare and his dad's looks that were shot his way. He ate, not understanding why he was so happy.
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It was afterschool the next day when Kurt got his text:
U gonna cum ovr? Or shuld I cum ovr thr?
Kurt froze and after 5 minutes, another text:
We do need 2 pck a song? Duet?
Kurt sighed and replied:
I'll go ovr. B thr in 10.
Kurt wondered why his thoughts got so negative at Puck's first text. He also wondered how he knew where Puck lived.
He arrived in exactly 10 minutes. "Wow, so you do take puncuality seriously." was the first thing Puck said when he opened the door. Kurt nodded. They went up to Puck's room and Kurt felt all tingly. Kurt shuddered. Weird.
Puck's room was a mess. "Aren't we going to make noise?" Kurt asked as he kicked a pile of clothes away. Puck shrugged. "Maybe. Nobody's home though. Mom's working at the hospital and my sis is at a friend's house." Kurt nodded and sat catiously on the bed.
"So, what do you have in mind?" Kurt asked. Puck thought a minute. "Whatever, just make sure it's not gay." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Have you ever seen Moulin Rouge?" Puck raised am eyebrow. "Is that a musical?" "Sorta...." "No." "But, Puck, you don't know what it's about." Puck sighed. "What is it about?"
Kurt smiled. "I normally wouldn't watch something like Moulin Rouge. It's about a writer who want to write a book about love. But he's never been in love. So, he runs into these guys and they take him to a place called Moulin Rouge. It's kind of like a strip club with prostitutes and stuff and the writer ends up falling in love with one. But, a duke also fell in love so it's about the writer and the duke fighting over this girl and somehow the writer ends up writing a play. The duke understands what the real meaning of the play is and tries to steal the prostitue away from the writer. It's so intense and the vocals.....wow." Puck's eyes were like saucers. "Dude, can we see it?" "The play isnt anywhere near here but we could watch the movie." Kurt produced a DVD from his bag and Puck put it in the DVD player....
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"Wow." "Awsome right?" "That......was bullshit." Kurt stood and placed his hands on his hips. "It was not!" he protested. Puck shrugged. "Whatever dude, just voicing my opinion." Kurt glared. "First off," he said,"Moulin Rouge is NOT, and I repeat NOT, bullshit. Second, don't you ever dare call me dude. I swear I will kick your ass. And third, you seemed pretty bouncy during 'Roxanne'." Puck shrugged again. "Is any of them Jewish?"
Kurt googled the characters. "Crap. No." Puck sighed. "Does people actually know about this play?" "Yes!.......ok no." Kurt admitted. "So let's say one of them is Jewish."
"Puck......lying about a musical is so....so..." "Juevinile? Yea, that's what I am." Kurt smiled. "Ok. There's just one problem. They're all love songs." Puck shook his head. "Not 'Roxanne." Kurt squeeled. "I'll sing Edwin McGregor's part and you'll play the narcotic actor." Puck raised an eyebrow. "I don't have to fall asleep like he does?" Kurt sighed. "No. He doesn't fall asleep during the song." Puck nodded. "Google the lyrics and show me what you got." Kurt did as he was told and sung his heart out.
Puck couldn't contain his thoughts for long. Was it just him, or was Kurt's jeans even tighter today? Puck would never admit the feeling he got when Kurt does his signature hair flip, or the tingly sensation he got when Kurt would lift his arm and a piece of skin would show when his shirt lifted a little. Or the way Kurt smiled a little when he sang and Puck's heart burst with joy. Puck wouldn't admit any of that. That would be admitting he's gay.
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It was scary, having to sing a song that's almost like an opera in front of everyone else. It was only scary because he was the only guy doing a song with another guy. How is it that the boys pick the girls? Is there like one side for boys and another for girls, but Puck just happened to pick from the wrong side? But wasn't that hat really small?
Kurt sat straight, his shoulders back and his chin up as the first words of Roxanne filled the air...
will drive you will drive you will drive you...mad
Roxanne
You don't have to put on that red light
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Roxanne
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Puck grabbed the edge of the piano. It was now Kurt's turned, and it did wonders everwhere under his waist...
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand
Kurt's voice was nothing like Ewan McGregors, but it made the actor's voice sound like crap. Puck could feel everyone's eyes on him as he sung the words "Roxanne" over Kurt's lyrics....
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry?
(Roxanne)
Feelings I can't fight
Kurt sounded so hurt and Puck could see that it fit his situation. He didn't have to sleep with other people....but...was Kurt really admitting how much it hurt seeing him with other people? How much it hurt knowing he was with another person in bed, instead of with Kurt?
Kurt locked eyes with Puck's and it was obvious. Kurt felt that way. Kurt ended the song. It wasn't how the real version ended, but they needed to make it quick.
You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me
And please believe me when I say I love you
The melody faded into the air, haunting and sad. The others clapped uncertaintly. It was obvious they saw Kurt and Puck's exchange.
Mr. Shuester cleared his throat and the two boys suddenly remembered they weren't alone. They blushed as Mr. Shue said, "Well, that was .......perfect actually. So much.....passion." Kurt's eyes looked up then away, the way they do when he gets annoyed. Puck felt the same way. Why can't two boys profess their love? Maybe it wasn't as obscured as they wanted it to be, but it was enough to get their message across.
Puck smirked as he felt pairs of eyes watch his back as he grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to their seats, hands still clasped together....
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Puck slammed his locker his locker closed as Santana kept rambling on. "Kurt will ruing your reputation! Now, if you want to be the badass again, come over to my house tonight." Puck shrugged. "I'll think about it," he said as he walked away from a stunned Santana.
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Kurt laughed. "So, you just told her off like that?" Puck nodded. "She's just jealous." Their laughing mood seed to subside at that. "What would make her jealous?" Kurt whispered to himself. Puck answered anyway. "You."
Kurt grinned. Luckily, the locker rooms were empty. Everyone else left for pizza, leaving Kurt alone. Puck had stayed to keep Kurt company. "So," Puck said, "You're a cheerleader." Kurt smirked at Puck. "And you're a football player." Puck laughed. "You know, every cheerleader needs a football playing boyfriend, or at least a football playing sex buddy." Kurt looked at Puck from the corner of his eyes as they walked out into the hall. "Aren't you Santana's football playing sex buddy?" Puck shook his head as he leaned against the wall. "I told her off, remember? I'm yours now." Kurt playfully looked away. "You have to take me out first," he whispered seductively as he watched Puck's reaction from under his eyelashes.
Puck smiled. "Tomorrow?" Kurt nodded. He leaned closer to Puck and pressed his lips softly to Puck's lips. It was quick, but it still held a deeper feeling in it.
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Burt heard his son grunt for the millionth time and now it scared him. What was Kurt doing down there? Burt prayed it wasn't anything sexual as he made his way down the steps. He just wasn't ready for that.
Fortunately, Kurt's clothes were still on. But his room was covered in clothes from Kurt's closet. His jeans were all on the bed, his shirts in a wrinkled pile at the floor and Burt didn't look at what was on Kurt's desk chair. It looked suspiciously like lace and that freaked him out.
"Kurt?" Kurt bumped the back if his head against the shelve in his wardrobe as he hurried to get up. "Dad! You're home early." Burt nodded. "Deadliest Catch is on." Kurt nodded and looked everywhere except his dad.
"Why are your clothes on the floor?" Kurt shoved his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. "I....um....have a date tonight." Burt nodded. "So....who's the guy?"
The doorbell rang and Kurt squeeled. "I'm not even ready! Dad, distract him. And don't embarass me." He added the last part as he pushed his father out if his room.
Burt opened the front door to see a boy with a mohawk standing at the door nervously. Burt thought he looked familiar. "You're the kid that nailed my lawn furniture to my roof?"
Puck had hoped Burt didn't remember that. "There were others?" he said lamely. Burt's eyes looked up and then away, just like Kurt did. Puck made a silent memo to never make Kurt's dad do that again. It meant a pissed off dad.
Burt invited Puck in and Puck introduced himself and got a hug from Carole. Finn bound down the stairs, curious of who Kurt's date was, to find his best friend. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" "Language, Finn," Carole chastised him.
Puck shrugged. "Mind if I take your step-bro off of your hands?" Finn nodded. "Yea, I actually do mind." Puck shrugged again. "Not what he said." Burt didn't like that 'I-don't-care' attitude, but before he could say anything, Kurt opened his door. Burt wanted to cover his son up in a comforter as he saw what Kurt was wearing.
Kurt had on black skinny jeans that were so tight it looked like it was literally painted on. He wore a black V-neck that showed the masculine, athletism that came with cheerleading. He wore boots that went calf-high and when he put his hand on his hip, Burt wanted to blush for him.
Puck's eyes were wide. "You look....amazing." Burt gave Puck the glare that Kurt gave when someone seriously trashed his outfit and got him really pissed. Finn's eyes were narrowed. The only normal one seemed to be Carole. "Oh, relax, boys. He won't hurt him."
Finn mumbled something they could hear, but since Kurt was next to Finn he heard and smacked the back of his head. Kurt smiled at Puck and after taking a deep breath (Kurt probably couldn't breathe, Puck thought) he tangled his fingers with Puck's and led him to Puck's car.
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"I still don't like him."
"Doesn't matter, Burt."
"But, I still don't like him."
Burt had kept saying that since Kurt had backed out of the driveway. "Doesn't matter, honey." Carole kept repeating.
"But, Carrey, I don't like him."
Finn sat on the stools next to the counted, his cheek in his hand. "I'm starting not to like him either."
Carole glared at them. "Look, Kurt would be very upset that you both aren't being supportive. And I heard what you said Finn, which is why I let Kurt hit you." Finn blushed before his mom went on. "Kurt needs us to be supportive weither the guy is creepy or not." Burt sighed.
Once Carole was out of the kitchen, both Burt and Finn mumbled, "But i still don't like him."
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Kurt lay under Puck, their lips moving in syncronization. Kurt's tongue was a little inexperienced, but Puck was a great leader. Puck's hand rested on Kurt's inner thigh. It unbuttoned his jeans and slide Kurt's zipper down.
Kurt gasped and tried to push Puck away. "Relax, Kurt, you could breathe in these jeans. I was just trying to make the frequent trips to get air a little less frequent." Kurt sighed and nodded. "Sorry. I'm just....not ready."
Puck understood (well at least tried to) and he pressed his lips against Kurt's again.
They were in the back seat of Puck's beaten up car. It was warm and Kurt had plugged his iPod in. Soft, romantic music filled the car and Puck couldn't help but smile at the sweetness if Kurt's mind.
It was getting humid and Kurt felt like he was suffocating. He reached up and pressed the button to make the window go down. "Sorry," he explained," It's really hot."
Puck grinned. "Good." and Kurt laughed.
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Burt's foot kept tapping until a car pulled into the driveway. He stood and crossed his arms as Kurt walked in. "Do you know what time it is?"
Kurt looked confused. "Uh, 9:30?" Burt looked at his watch then the clock. Oh. "My watch said 11:30..." Kurt smiled and hugged his father. "I know you don't like him, but please be nice, daddy."
Kurt had never called his dad 'daddy', not even when he wanted new clothes. Burt knew this was serious, so he just hugged his som back and kissed the top of his head.
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"So, his watch was wrong?"
Kurt laughed. "Yep. But I think he was really practicing in case it actually happens."
Puck grinned as he walked his boyfriend to class.
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Quinn was the last person you expected to worry for Kurt.
She knew how Puck was. He was.....well....manwhore-ish. She just couldn't stand seeing Kurt get hurt like she had gotten hurt.
She did tell Kurt. He understood completely. "I know why you'd be worried. But be told even Santana off for getting a little.....homophobic. He wants to try and make this work. I know in the end I'd probably be heartbroken, but don't you think I'd grow stronger from the experience?"
Quinn had to admit, he would be a little more confident and stronger IF Puck did that. "Quinn, I honestly am grateful for your concern, but I think I can handle it."
Kurt hadn't said it in a mean way. It was truthful and Quinn believed Kurt really could handle it.
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Puck felt his groin grow harder as he sucked on Kurt's bottom lip.
It was now 3 months that they'd been dating. Puck hadn't slept with anyone (and Kurt knew because he was always sad when the subject was brought up and he couldn't participate) and Kurt really believed Puck loved him.
They were in Puck's room. It was supposed to be a study date, but it went a different way. "Mmm, Puck, that's feels nice." Kurt said as he felt Puck's fingers brush slowly over his cock.
Puck chuckled. He zipped down Kurt's zipper and pressed his fingers against Kurt's length. Kurt gasped. It was the first touch they shared that was actually sexual. Kurt was ready for this, but Puck had to say three words first.
"Puck, I love you."
Puck licked his lips.
"Kurt, I love you, too."
Kurt grinned and pulled Puck into a sweet, passionate kiss.
Puck pulled Kurt's jeans over Kurt's thighs and soon his underwear was next. Kurt sat up and pulled his shirt over his head.
Kurt suddenly felt insecure as Puck's watchful gaze slide all over his body. Kurt fought the urge to cover himself up, but tried to cover between his legs with his arm.
Puck moved his arm away and grinned. "You're beautiful."
Kurt felt a confident boost stir inside himself, so he ripped off Puck's clothes.
Puck was leaning all his weight on his elbows and Kurt wrapped his legs around Puck's waist. Puck slicked his cock up and slide in.
It hurt. A lot. Kurt wanted to scream. But he controled himself. Puck pushed in, more gently than before. Kurt winced as Puck's dick made it's way through his ring of muscles. It was finally in and Puck snapped his hips.
Kurt moaned as Puck hit his prostate. It was so nice.
Puck kept it up, his movements faster and harder. Kurt wasn't sure what name to shout out. He decided.
"Noah."
Puck shuddered and came inside Kurt. Kurt moaned at Puck's beauty and came on Puck's stomach.
Puck pulled out and took off the condom Kurt hadn't remembered Puck putting on.
They lay in silence before Puck broke it.
"Feel honored. I don't do post-sex cuddles with other people."
Kurt laughed.
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Burt rubbed circles against Kurt's back as Kurt threw up the lasagna he just ate.
Kurt had been eating just fine, laughing and joking with his family before he stood up and ran to the bathroom.
Burt kissed his son's head as Kurt wretched his guts out. Kurt leaned onto the wall and tried to gather his thoughts. He stood and brushed his teeth twice.
"Are you ok?"
Kurt nodded.
"Was it something you ate?"
Kurt shook his head.
Burt ran out of simple questions. There was one question nagging in the back of his head. A question that was related to why Kurt had come home late in the entire time him and Puck we dating. Even Finn was a little uncertain when Kurt walked in at exactly 11:59.
"I lost track of time." Kurt had said. But Burt didn't believe him. Nobody did. Kurt wasn't like that.
Burt wanted to ask he question so bad. But Kurt would answer when he was ready.
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Puck took the news with out overreacting, which was what Kurt had hoped Puck would do. Kurt overreacted a little when he found out, but maybe Puck was different. He was.
"Have you told anybody?"
Kurt shook his head.
"I was too scared. But I will."
Puck nodded and held Kurt close as they walked to class.
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That same day, Kurt was throwing up in the bathroom. Carole was there, comforting him.
"Call dad." He said.
Carole stood but before she left, Kurt said,"And come back with Finn."
Once Burt was kneeling next to Kurt and Finn and his mother were at the door frame, Kurt looked at his dad.
Burt Hummel looked terrified. That question kept coming back and he really didn't want the answer.
"Just ask, dad."
Burt nodded. He asked.
Tears fell down Kurt's eyes as he nodded.
Burt expected it, but he was still shocked. The doorbell rang and Burt pushed past everyone in fury.
"Dad!"
Burt didn't hear his son over his anger. He threw the door open and grabbed the front of Puck's shirt. He threw him against the wall. "You better be the best damn father that kid has." Puck's eyes widened. "He told, huh?"
Burt pulled Puck and then slammed him against the wall again. "Sure did."
Burt felt a hand on his arm. "Dad!"
Burt looked down at his son. His little boy. His only baby boy. Who was about to have his own baby.
Puck sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel. Really. I never meant for this to happen."
Burt heard the sincerety in Puck's voice. They were just kids. Scared kids. Kids that had no experience and patience to raise a child of their own. Burt actually felt sympathy for the boy. "Noah," Burt had insisted that he not use 'Puck',"You're gonna get a job. You're gonna take care of not only the baby, but my son as well."
Puck nodded. "I promise."
TBC
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