Fic: Freedom - Chapter 10
Freedom
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
Chapter 1
Chapter 9
Chapter 9.Finn
Chapter 10
Driving separately, Kurt arrived home a good five minutes before Puck, hoping to quell suspicion from his father. After loudly closing the front door, Kurt took his time putting down his keys, taking off his jacket, to stay close to the door. Not putting it off any longer, he called out to his dad.
“I’m home,” he hollered, just as there was a knock on the door. He opened it and smiled at Puck. “Finn, Puck’s here!”
Puck stepped in, taking in Kurt’s appearance with just his t-shirt. “Nice,” he mumbled, his hands twitching to reach out and touch.
Kurt shook his head just as his dad appeared.
“Where have you been, Kurt?” asked Burt, crossing his arms in disapproval.
Kurt shrugged. “A friend was having relationship issues. I was helping them out. Don’t worry, I won’t make a habit of missing family dinner night.”
Burt stared, suspicious, before nodding. “You better not.”
“Where’s Finn?” Puck asked, diverting Burt’s attention.
“He’s been in his room for the last twenty minutes. No idea what’s wrong with him.”
“Can you make sure he’s okay? He dropped a glass in the sink earlier,” Carole said, having suddenly appeared.
Puck and Kurt exchanged glances before the jock nodded. “Sure thing, Mrs. H.,” he said, heading up the stairs.
Kurt was about to follow, but paused. “Rachel and Mercedes are coming over later. If they want, can they sleep over?”
“As long as Rachel stays at least ten feet away from Finn’s room at all times.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, deciding not to point out that there was barely a foot between his and Finn’s room. Besides, Finn and Rachel were in a constant on and off relationship and combined with Rachel’s prude-ness, it was far from sexual. The only good thing was that they provided ideal material for the club’s original songs.
So just nodding his head, Kurt walked up the stairs, but instead of going to his room, he dropped his bag on the floor and continued on to Finn’s. He stopped in the doorway and took a moment to admire Puck’s ass as the jock stood looking at Finn, arms crossed.
“Dude, it’s not that complicated,” Puck said, pulling Kurt pack to reality.
Closing the door behind him, Kurt approached the bed, figuring it was better to stand opposite of Puck, not next to him. He couldn’t help but giggle though when he realized that Finn was huddled in the fetal position staring at the wall.
Finn didn’t even glance at Kurt or Puck. “You guys are really dating?”
“We made it official tonight,” confirmed Puck.
Finn tightened his hold on his legs and whimpered. “You unofficially dated before tonight?”
Puck smirked and looked up at his boyfriend. “Oh, yeah. We’ve been going to this place-,”
“Puck,” interrupted Kurt, voice firm. “I don’t think he needs to know that.” He gestured to Finn who had buried his face in his knees and was whimpering quietly. Carefully, Kurt sat on the edge of the bed. “Why does it bother you so much that Puck and I are dating? I thought you had accepted me, Finn. I thought you were over this.”
Finn froze as he heard this. Slowly he rolled over and faced Kurt, eyes wide. “I am, I have,” he said. Eventually he started to loosen up. “Kurt, it’s not that you’re dating another guy, or that you’re dating Puck, it’s that Puck’s dating you.”
Kurt blinked a few times. “Okay, that makes no sense.”
“Puck’s my straight best friend. He’s dated every single cheerio in McKinley history, slept with half the other women and girls in Lima. If he’s dating you, what does that mean for the rest of us who are supposed to be straight?”
Kurt bit his lip, trying to hide his grin. “That’s not exactly how this stuff works,” he mumbled. Clearing his throat Kurt spoke louder, “As much as I loathe hearing about Puck’s past conquests, it doesn’t matter who or what he… preferred back then, it’s what he prefers now.”
“But I ain’t gay,” adds Puck.
Kurt glared at him a second before looking back at Finn. “That’s not a subject he and I are talking about right now. If you want, all you men can discuss it later tonight while I’m not around.”
Finn slowly sat up. “Wait, so you’re not keeping this quiet?”
Puck scoffed. “Dude, why would I? I finally get the finest piece of ass in school and I’m going to brag about it.”
Finn covered his face, groaning. “I may be okay with the gay dating thing, but I’m still working on the gay sex thing, so please, don’t say things like that.”
Kurt put an arm around his stepbrother. “And despite the fact that I may be bitchier than you, Puck, that doesn’t mean you get to objectify me.”
Puck put up his hands in surrender. “Hey, it’s supposed to be a compliment.”
Finn chuckled and stood up. “Okay, I think Puck and I need to get going or else the others will see the movie without us.”
Kurt stood as well, going over to Puck. “I have a feeling you all are going to be talking instead once Puck comes out.”
“Then I’ll just wait until after the movie,” said Puck.
Finn nodded and started for his door.
The others followed and Kurt gave Puck a chaste kiss, laughing when Finn groaned, before watching his boyfriend walk down the stairs. As they walked out Mercedes walked in, Rachel close behind.
“Hello girls,” Kurt called down the stairs, “Come on up.”
As he waited he took his bag into his room and grabbed a pair of pajamas, going into his closet to change for the night. Usually he wouldn’t bother, but he wanted to keep the hickey on his chest hidden so he could truly keep it as a reminder to only himself. Not that he needed reminding. He’d probably have trouble thinking about anything else other than Puck for the entire weekend.
When he came out of the closet, he found both Rachel and Mercedes sitting across from each other on the bed talking in hushed voices, as if trying to figure out what this was about.
When Mercedes saw him she sat up straight. “Okay Kurt,” she said, “What is so important that you had to invite us to your house to tell us?”
Kurt grinned, crawling onto the bed in between the girls, lying on his back. “I have a boyfriend,” he said simply.
Instead of two gasps, he heard one gasp in stereo. There was a second or two of stunned silence before both girls started speaking at once, creating what sounded like a new language as their questions overlapped. After a minute or two of this they eventually stopped talking and while Rachel tried to prevent herself from hyperventilating Mercedes calmed down enough to ask the big question.
“Who?”
Kurt’s smile widened. “Puck.”
Again, a stereo gasp followed by two minutes of alien speak. However, by the time they calmed down, neither one could speak, so Kurt
elaborated a little.
“We became official tonight,” he said. “Puck said that he wanted to show me off, so he’s coming out on Monday.”
Mercedes put a hand on Kurt’s knee. “Are you sure about this, dear? He is kind of a player. How long before he cheats on you with a girl?”
“Yeah,” Rachel nodded, “I mean, he’s been disappearing after school lately. Do you really think that’ll stop now that you’re dating?”
Kurt smirked. “You mean you haven’t noticed me disappearing after school too?”
Both pairs of eyes went wide.
“You’ve been meeting Puck?” asked Mercedes. “What have you been doing?”
Kurt blushed. He didn’t mind giving details, but he realized that he had never done it before. “We’ve been going to this place outside of town and… making out.” He couldn’t help it, he ended in a whisper.
“Oh my gosh, Kurt,” said Rachel, “How did you ever get him to start doing that?”
“That’s the thing,” said Kurt, “He initiated most of it. He kissed me first. The first time we went to that overlook.”
“Is that all you’ve been doing?” asked Mercedes. “Just making out? Aren’t you worried he’ll have a big gay freak out when you go a little further?”
Kurt rolled over to hide his darkening blush. “We already have,” he mumbled into the pillow. “So no, I’m not too worried.”
“You guys have had… sex?” Rachel whispered the word as if saying it was forbidden.
“No!” said Kurt, sitting up and shaking his head. “It just started out with me getting him off one way or another. God, I was torturing myself until tonight. I didn’t want to go that far because I didn’t think he was doing it for me.”
“Huh?” asked Mercedes, confused.
Sighing, Kurt fell back into the pillow. “The first time was after I gave him a ride on my bike. I thought he was doing it as a trade. Then after the second time I asked if we could keep meeting up and he said yes. Until tonight I thought he was just taking pity on me and waiting until he needed a ride somewhere and held it over my head until I would agree.”
“What happened tonight that changed that?” asked Rachel, leaning forward a little in interest.
“He made a picnic,” whispered Kurt, still amazed. “It was just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with some fresh vegetables, but he had the blanket and everything. And it was sunset. We even had strawberries for dessert. It was the most romantic thing that’s ever been done for me.”
“Damn,” mumbled Mercedes, “I didn’t think that boy had it in him.”
“Neither did I,” said Kurt, sitting up and wrapping his arms around his legs. “But he apparently really likes me. And he wants me, you know? I’ve never felt this good in my life.”
“What are you going to tell your dad?” asked Rachel.
Kurt’s smile faltered a bit. “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Do you think Puck should be here?”
“Definitely,” said Mercedes. “I’m sure your dad will respect him a bit more if he shows up. That way it doesn’t come off as him hiding behind you for protection.”
“Hmm,” Kurt thought about that and knew she was right. And they couldn’t put it off too long, or else his dad might find out from someone else, which would be worse for both of them. He reached for his phone and smiled at the girls. “Why don’t you two get ready for bed? Then we can relax, watch a movie or something.”
Mercedes stood up, but was shaking her head. “Oh no, I’m getting more details. I may have dated Puck for less than a day, but I never got to kiss him. I will experience the Puckster through you if I have to.”
“You’re shameless,” he said, shaking his head and texting Puck as he waited for the girls to return.
My house, 2 pm tomorrow. We’re telling my dad. -K
It was only a minute later that he got a reply.
Are you sure that’s a good idea?
I’ll make his favorite lunch around 12, he’ll be finished by 1 and relax in front of a game. By 2 he should be in a very good mood.
If you say so, babe. :-*
Kurt giggled at the emoticon and was putting away his phone when Mercedes came in. She had heard the giggle and quickly intercepted the phone, reading the last text.
“He calls you ‘babe?’” she asked, incredulous. When Kurt just shrugged she put down the phone and sat across from him, her legs folded in front of her. “Okay spill. I want all the details.”
Rachel returned a second later and sat next to Mercedes, waiting expectantly.
So for the next hour Kurt sat there, the color of a cooked lobster, as he shared as many details as he could part with. He didn’t say anything about the hickey, but Mercedes and Rachel would whisper, after he fell asleep, about how he had his hand over his heart for most of the night.
TBC...
Chapter 11
A/N: If you don't read Liberty... I will be linking this at the end of every chapter, so... yeah, sorry if it bugs you. This is my prompt poll. I have a brand new idea that isn't on there, but I kinda want to finish it (I have yet to start) before I post any of it. So basically, I'll probably write whatever wins at the same time. And because I can't help myself... my new idea involves taking a movie musical (starting with Dr and ending with og) and adapting it into a play, and writing it in fic form. I have no idea if what I WANT to do will come across correctly. It's very complicated, thus why I don't want to post before it's finished.
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
Chapter 1
Chapter 9
Chapter 9.Finn
Chapter 10
Driving separately, Kurt arrived home a good five minutes before Puck, hoping to quell suspicion from his father. After loudly closing the front door, Kurt took his time putting down his keys, taking off his jacket, to stay close to the door. Not putting it off any longer, he called out to his dad.
“I’m home,” he hollered, just as there was a knock on the door. He opened it and smiled at Puck. “Finn, Puck’s here!”
Puck stepped in, taking in Kurt’s appearance with just his t-shirt. “Nice,” he mumbled, his hands twitching to reach out and touch.
Kurt shook his head just as his dad appeared.
“Where have you been, Kurt?” asked Burt, crossing his arms in disapproval.
Kurt shrugged. “A friend was having relationship issues. I was helping them out. Don’t worry, I won’t make a habit of missing family dinner night.”
Burt stared, suspicious, before nodding. “You better not.”
“Where’s Finn?” Puck asked, diverting Burt’s attention.
“He’s been in his room for the last twenty minutes. No idea what’s wrong with him.”
“Can you make sure he’s okay? He dropped a glass in the sink earlier,” Carole said, having suddenly appeared.
Puck and Kurt exchanged glances before the jock nodded. “Sure thing, Mrs. H.,” he said, heading up the stairs.
Kurt was about to follow, but paused. “Rachel and Mercedes are coming over later. If they want, can they sleep over?”
“As long as Rachel stays at least ten feet away from Finn’s room at all times.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, deciding not to point out that there was barely a foot between his and Finn’s room. Besides, Finn and Rachel were in a constant on and off relationship and combined with Rachel’s prude-ness, it was far from sexual. The only good thing was that they provided ideal material for the club’s original songs.
So just nodding his head, Kurt walked up the stairs, but instead of going to his room, he dropped his bag on the floor and continued on to Finn’s. He stopped in the doorway and took a moment to admire Puck’s ass as the jock stood looking at Finn, arms crossed.
“Dude, it’s not that complicated,” Puck said, pulling Kurt pack to reality.
Closing the door behind him, Kurt approached the bed, figuring it was better to stand opposite of Puck, not next to him. He couldn’t help but giggle though when he realized that Finn was huddled in the fetal position staring at the wall.
Finn didn’t even glance at Kurt or Puck. “You guys are really dating?”
“We made it official tonight,” confirmed Puck.
Finn tightened his hold on his legs and whimpered. “You unofficially dated before tonight?”
Puck smirked and looked up at his boyfriend. “Oh, yeah. We’ve been going to this place-,”
“Puck,” interrupted Kurt, voice firm. “I don’t think he needs to know that.” He gestured to Finn who had buried his face in his knees and was whimpering quietly. Carefully, Kurt sat on the edge of the bed. “Why does it bother you so much that Puck and I are dating? I thought you had accepted me, Finn. I thought you were over this.”
Finn froze as he heard this. Slowly he rolled over and faced Kurt, eyes wide. “I am, I have,” he said. Eventually he started to loosen up. “Kurt, it’s not that you’re dating another guy, or that you’re dating Puck, it’s that Puck’s dating you.”
Kurt blinked a few times. “Okay, that makes no sense.”
“Puck’s my straight best friend. He’s dated every single cheerio in McKinley history, slept with half the other women and girls in Lima. If he’s dating you, what does that mean for the rest of us who are supposed to be straight?”
Kurt bit his lip, trying to hide his grin. “That’s not exactly how this stuff works,” he mumbled. Clearing his throat Kurt spoke louder, “As much as I loathe hearing about Puck’s past conquests, it doesn’t matter who or what he… preferred back then, it’s what he prefers now.”
“But I ain’t gay,” adds Puck.
Kurt glared at him a second before looking back at Finn. “That’s not a subject he and I are talking about right now. If you want, all you men can discuss it later tonight while I’m not around.”
Finn slowly sat up. “Wait, so you’re not keeping this quiet?”
Puck scoffed. “Dude, why would I? I finally get the finest piece of ass in school and I’m going to brag about it.”
Finn covered his face, groaning. “I may be okay with the gay dating thing, but I’m still working on the gay sex thing, so please, don’t say things like that.”
Kurt put an arm around his stepbrother. “And despite the fact that I may be bitchier than you, Puck, that doesn’t mean you get to objectify me.”
Puck put up his hands in surrender. “Hey, it’s supposed to be a compliment.”
Finn chuckled and stood up. “Okay, I think Puck and I need to get going or else the others will see the movie without us.”
Kurt stood as well, going over to Puck. “I have a feeling you all are going to be talking instead once Puck comes out.”
“Then I’ll just wait until after the movie,” said Puck.
Finn nodded and started for his door.
The others followed and Kurt gave Puck a chaste kiss, laughing when Finn groaned, before watching his boyfriend walk down the stairs. As they walked out Mercedes walked in, Rachel close behind.
“Hello girls,” Kurt called down the stairs, “Come on up.”
As he waited he took his bag into his room and grabbed a pair of pajamas, going into his closet to change for the night. Usually he wouldn’t bother, but he wanted to keep the hickey on his chest hidden so he could truly keep it as a reminder to only himself. Not that he needed reminding. He’d probably have trouble thinking about anything else other than Puck for the entire weekend.
When he came out of the closet, he found both Rachel and Mercedes sitting across from each other on the bed talking in hushed voices, as if trying to figure out what this was about.
When Mercedes saw him she sat up straight. “Okay Kurt,” she said, “What is so important that you had to invite us to your house to tell us?”
Kurt grinned, crawling onto the bed in between the girls, lying on his back. “I have a boyfriend,” he said simply.
Instead of two gasps, he heard one gasp in stereo. There was a second or two of stunned silence before both girls started speaking at once, creating what sounded like a new language as their questions overlapped. After a minute or two of this they eventually stopped talking and while Rachel tried to prevent herself from hyperventilating Mercedes calmed down enough to ask the big question.
“Who?”
Kurt’s smile widened. “Puck.”
Again, a stereo gasp followed by two minutes of alien speak. However, by the time they calmed down, neither one could speak, so Kurt
elaborated a little.
“We became official tonight,” he said. “Puck said that he wanted to show me off, so he’s coming out on Monday.”
Mercedes put a hand on Kurt’s knee. “Are you sure about this, dear? He is kind of a player. How long before he cheats on you with a girl?”
“Yeah,” Rachel nodded, “I mean, he’s been disappearing after school lately. Do you really think that’ll stop now that you’re dating?”
Kurt smirked. “You mean you haven’t noticed me disappearing after school too?”
Both pairs of eyes went wide.
“You’ve been meeting Puck?” asked Mercedes. “What have you been doing?”
Kurt blushed. He didn’t mind giving details, but he realized that he had never done it before. “We’ve been going to this place outside of town and… making out.” He couldn’t help it, he ended in a whisper.
“Oh my gosh, Kurt,” said Rachel, “How did you ever get him to start doing that?”
“That’s the thing,” said Kurt, “He initiated most of it. He kissed me first. The first time we went to that overlook.”
“Is that all you’ve been doing?” asked Mercedes. “Just making out? Aren’t you worried he’ll have a big gay freak out when you go a little further?”
Kurt rolled over to hide his darkening blush. “We already have,” he mumbled into the pillow. “So no, I’m not too worried.”
“You guys have had… sex?” Rachel whispered the word as if saying it was forbidden.
“No!” said Kurt, sitting up and shaking his head. “It just started out with me getting him off one way or another. God, I was torturing myself until tonight. I didn’t want to go that far because I didn’t think he was doing it for me.”
“Huh?” asked Mercedes, confused.
Sighing, Kurt fell back into the pillow. “The first time was after I gave him a ride on my bike. I thought he was doing it as a trade. Then after the second time I asked if we could keep meeting up and he said yes. Until tonight I thought he was just taking pity on me and waiting until he needed a ride somewhere and held it over my head until I would agree.”
“What happened tonight that changed that?” asked Rachel, leaning forward a little in interest.
“He made a picnic,” whispered Kurt, still amazed. “It was just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with some fresh vegetables, but he had the blanket and everything. And it was sunset. We even had strawberries for dessert. It was the most romantic thing that’s ever been done for me.”
“Damn,” mumbled Mercedes, “I didn’t think that boy had it in him.”
“Neither did I,” said Kurt, sitting up and wrapping his arms around his legs. “But he apparently really likes me. And he wants me, you know? I’ve never felt this good in my life.”
“What are you going to tell your dad?” asked Rachel.
Kurt’s smile faltered a bit. “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Do you think Puck should be here?”
“Definitely,” said Mercedes. “I’m sure your dad will respect him a bit more if he shows up. That way it doesn’t come off as him hiding behind you for protection.”
“Hmm,” Kurt thought about that and knew she was right. And they couldn’t put it off too long, or else his dad might find out from someone else, which would be worse for both of them. He reached for his phone and smiled at the girls. “Why don’t you two get ready for bed? Then we can relax, watch a movie or something.”
Mercedes stood up, but was shaking her head. “Oh no, I’m getting more details. I may have dated Puck for less than a day, but I never got to kiss him. I will experience the Puckster through you if I have to.”
“You’re shameless,” he said, shaking his head and texting Puck as he waited for the girls to return.
My house, 2 pm tomorrow. We’re telling my dad. -K
It was only a minute later that he got a reply.
Are you sure that’s a good idea?
I’ll make his favorite lunch around 12, he’ll be finished by 1 and relax in front of a game. By 2 he should be in a very good mood.
If you say so, babe. :-*
Kurt giggled at the emoticon and was putting away his phone when Mercedes came in. She had heard the giggle and quickly intercepted the phone, reading the last text.
“He calls you ‘babe?’” she asked, incredulous. When Kurt just shrugged she put down the phone and sat across from him, her legs folded in front of her. “Okay spill. I want all the details.”
Rachel returned a second later and sat next to Mercedes, waiting expectantly.
So for the next hour Kurt sat there, the color of a cooked lobster, as he shared as many details as he could part with. He didn’t say anything about the hickey, but Mercedes and Rachel would whisper, after he fell asleep, about how he had his hand over his heart for most of the night.
TBC...
Chapter 11
A/N: If you don't read Liberty... I will be linking this at the end of every chapter, so... yeah, sorry if it bugs you. This is my prompt poll. I have a brand new idea that isn't on there, but I kinda want to finish it (I have yet to start) before I post any of it. So basically, I'll probably write whatever wins at the same time. And because I can't help myself... my new idea involves taking a movie musical (starting with Dr and ending with og) and adapting it into a play, and writing it in fic form. I have no idea if what I WANT to do will come across correctly. It's very complicated, thus why I don't want to post before it's finished.