Undecided
Title: Undecided
Prompt Used: Spring
Author:Goddess of the Rain Pixie
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Author Notes: I've always loved this quote by Mark Twain and I finally got to use it!
Warning: Mention of Oral Sex, nothing very graphic; no spoilers for anything
Disclaimer: I love Glee, enough to let it go... and admit it was never really mine
Summary: It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
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It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
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“I see the way you look at me Puck,” Kurt accused cornering the other boy after Puck’s daily clinic stop.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Puck said pushing his way past Kurt and into the crowded halls.
“You can pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, but we both know that I do.” Kurt said shoving the much taller and muscular boy in the chest “Now, I don’t care that you’re doing it- I’m not going to tell anyone- I just need to know why. Are you confused? Looking for a new thrill? Why?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about” Puck repeated once again escaping from Kurt’s clutches.
“Then tell me what I’m talking about…because I for one would love to know why I’m the one who’s responsible for the look you have on your face right now. If there was anyone who knew what wanting something you can’t have looked like it would be me. That’s the look you have when you look at me- the longing, the fear, the resentment- it’s all there and all I’m asking is why.”
“I don’t know what I want,” Puck said finally escaping into the throngs of teen souls completely.
And Kurt let him, because if there was one thing that Kurt Hummel didn’t understand it was not knowing what you wanted.
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This interaction started off a surprising pattern for the pair- one would catch the other looking, the other would have the tenacity to stare right back until one or the other lost their nerve and looked away. Usually it was Puck that lost these sadomasochistic games. He’d duck his head to his chest count to ten and look back up with a look that so clearly expressed that he still didn’t know what he wanted and Kurt wasn’t making this any easier for him.
Kurt wasn’t trying to make it easy for Puck. He wanted to make it hard-difficult. He wanted to push Puck, find out what was bothering the other boy. So Kurt stared, blatantly. He’d do it during glee, the occasional History class Puck would show up for, mainly during lunch.
This was where Puck got into trouble. Kurt would stare at him all lunch with no thought for anything other than making Puck as uncomfortable as possible. Well, it worked to say the least. Finally Puck did all he could think to do- he tore through the lunch room and pulled Kurt out.
“What are you doing?” Kurt squawked as he was hauled by suspenders out of lunch and into the girls room on the second floor the gleeks used to clean up. “Do you even know how much these cost?”
“Quit.” Puck said staring down at the smaller teen.
“You do it too.” Kurt accused before he could stop himself. He wasn’t the one who needed to defend himself in this situation, he wasn’t the one who dragged someone into the girls’ bathroom in the middle of lunch.
“I can’t take it Kurt; you don’t know what you’re doing.” Puck reaffirmed not moving a muscle, unnerving Kurt more than he cared to admit.
“I know what I’m doing, do you?” Kurt asked stepping forward to invade Puck’s space.
“No idea.” Puck said before pushing Kurt up near the sinks, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud and Puck’s mouth claiming his. Puck pulled away almost as soon as he’d started; a worried, confused look on his face. “I still don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay, I do.” Kurt murmured before pulling Puck back to him harshly.
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Puck had taken to listening to Vampire Weekend over and over again. Kurt knew this meant trouble, for the past three weeks Puck and him had been…whatever they were, he’d learned a few things about Puck one being that his musical taste was like a rainbow (something Kurt found ironic) and when he put anything on repeat- Puck was thinking…hard.
“You know if you’ll get wrinkles if you keep looking like that.” Kurt said beginning to trail his mouth over to Puck’s ear. Taking the lobe in his mouth he mumbled “Even you can’t pull of wrinkles.”
“I can pull off anything and if you should really shut up.” Puck said flipping them over so Kurt was pinned beneath him on the soft bed.
“You’re worried I want to know why.”
“Why do you care so much all of a sudden?” Puck asked pulling away from the other teen to sit facing away from Kurt.
“I’ve always cared…how do you think this all got started? I wanted to know what’s wrong with you, I still do. If you still don’t know…that’s okay. I just want to know what’s going on inside your head.” Kurt moaned desperate for Puck’s attentions to be back on his body and away from anything he was stupid enough to bring up.
“You don’t understand…there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine, I just don’t know what to do, what I want to do, if it’s even a good idea to do what I want.” Puck said taking his head in his hands.
“It’s just what you want, it’s not some moral dilemma about what’s right or wrong, it’s just how you feel.” Kurt shouted tired of all the back and forth. “You seem to know what you want just fine when you’ve got me on my knees, but when I just want you to talk, saying anything, you get all confused and unsure. It’s not fair, you’re just playing games!”
“I’m not playing anything.” Puck said in a smooth and even tone. “It’s different than anything…”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Kurt said taking Puck back into his arms.
“I still don’t know what I want.”
“It’s still okay.”
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Kurt decided it was time for the games to end. Instead of holding the steady gaze intended to penetrate Puck’s thoughts and find out exactly what the confusion was all about like he used to- God it seemed like just days ago not months-, he tipped his head in the direction of the exit. Puck was too shocked to do anything other than nod back.
Kurt waited until Puck followed him out of the cafeteria, then led them into the handicapped restroom- which Artie was nice enough to make Kurt a key.
“I don’t understand” Kurt said as Puck shut the heavy door behind them. “I thought it didn’t matter, that you were just confused and it would work its self out eventually, but I don’t know what to make of anything anymore. The further in we get the more I feel like I’m drowning in this- uncertainty. I don’t understand.”
“Now you finally know what you’re talking about.” Puck said slamming his body back against the door. “I don’t understand it either.”
“Maybe we can figure it out…” Kurt said helpfully taking a single step towards the other. “What’s it like?”
“It’s like I want something…I don’t know what it is and I don’t know how to even start going about getting it, but I want it so bad it feels like my lungs are going to be ripped through my chest if I don’t get it.” Puck answered letting his body slowly melt to the floor. “I get it when I look at you, think of you, talk to you.”
“That’s…intense,” For some reason it was all Kurt could say.
“You don’t have to tell me. It’s like most of the time it doesn’t effect me at all, most of the time I’m like I always was- then I’m next to you, I get a glimpse of you, or something makes me think of you and I get this urge. But I can’t figure out what it’s telling me to do.”
So, Kurt kissed him.
“Well, I think I understand.” Kurt said holding Puck’s face in his hands gently rubbing his jaw.
“You do?” Puck looked up surprised.
“Yeah, I’m only ninety-five percent sure but, you’re in love with me.” Kurt gently revealed letting his eyes shine with the laughter he wasn’t sure would be appropriate in such an intimate moment.
“I don’t know.” Puck said letting his gather the same light. “But I’m sure that’s what I want.”
“Told you we’d figure it out.”
Prompt Used: Spring
Author:Goddess of the Rain Pixie
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Author Notes: I've always loved this quote by Mark Twain and I finally got to use it!
Warning: Mention of Oral Sex, nothing very graphic; no spoilers for anything
Disclaimer: I love Glee, enough to let it go... and admit it was never really mine
Summary: It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
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It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
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“I see the way you look at me Puck,” Kurt accused cornering the other boy after Puck’s daily clinic stop.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Puck said pushing his way past Kurt and into the crowded halls.
“You can pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, but we both know that I do.” Kurt said shoving the much taller and muscular boy in the chest “Now, I don’t care that you’re doing it- I’m not going to tell anyone- I just need to know why. Are you confused? Looking for a new thrill? Why?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about” Puck repeated once again escaping from Kurt’s clutches.
“Then tell me what I’m talking about…because I for one would love to know why I’m the one who’s responsible for the look you have on your face right now. If there was anyone who knew what wanting something you can’t have looked like it would be me. That’s the look you have when you look at me- the longing, the fear, the resentment- it’s all there and all I’m asking is why.”
“I don’t know what I want,” Puck said finally escaping into the throngs of teen souls completely.
And Kurt let him, because if there was one thing that Kurt Hummel didn’t understand it was not knowing what you wanted.
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This interaction started off a surprising pattern for the pair- one would catch the other looking, the other would have the tenacity to stare right back until one or the other lost their nerve and looked away. Usually it was Puck that lost these sadomasochistic games. He’d duck his head to his chest count to ten and look back up with a look that so clearly expressed that he still didn’t know what he wanted and Kurt wasn’t making this any easier for him.
Kurt wasn’t trying to make it easy for Puck. He wanted to make it hard-difficult. He wanted to push Puck, find out what was bothering the other boy. So Kurt stared, blatantly. He’d do it during glee, the occasional History class Puck would show up for, mainly during lunch.
This was where Puck got into trouble. Kurt would stare at him all lunch with no thought for anything other than making Puck as uncomfortable as possible. Well, it worked to say the least. Finally Puck did all he could think to do- he tore through the lunch room and pulled Kurt out.
“What are you doing?” Kurt squawked as he was hauled by suspenders out of lunch and into the girls room on the second floor the gleeks used to clean up. “Do you even know how much these cost?”
“Quit.” Puck said staring down at the smaller teen.
“You do it too.” Kurt accused before he could stop himself. He wasn’t the one who needed to defend himself in this situation, he wasn’t the one who dragged someone into the girls’ bathroom in the middle of lunch.
“I can’t take it Kurt; you don’t know what you’re doing.” Puck reaffirmed not moving a muscle, unnerving Kurt more than he cared to admit.
“I know what I’m doing, do you?” Kurt asked stepping forward to invade Puck’s space.
“No idea.” Puck said before pushing Kurt up near the sinks, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud and Puck’s mouth claiming his. Puck pulled away almost as soon as he’d started; a worried, confused look on his face. “I still don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay, I do.” Kurt murmured before pulling Puck back to him harshly.
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Puck had taken to listening to Vampire Weekend over and over again. Kurt knew this meant trouble, for the past three weeks Puck and him had been…whatever they were, he’d learned a few things about Puck one being that his musical taste was like a rainbow (something Kurt found ironic) and when he put anything on repeat- Puck was thinking…hard.
“You know if you’ll get wrinkles if you keep looking like that.” Kurt said beginning to trail his mouth over to Puck’s ear. Taking the lobe in his mouth he mumbled “Even you can’t pull of wrinkles.”
“I can pull off anything and if you should really shut up.” Puck said flipping them over so Kurt was pinned beneath him on the soft bed.
“You’re worried I want to know why.”
“Why do you care so much all of a sudden?” Puck asked pulling away from the other teen to sit facing away from Kurt.
“I’ve always cared…how do you think this all got started? I wanted to know what’s wrong with you, I still do. If you still don’t know…that’s okay. I just want to know what’s going on inside your head.” Kurt moaned desperate for Puck’s attentions to be back on his body and away from anything he was stupid enough to bring up.
“You don’t understand…there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine, I just don’t know what to do, what I want to do, if it’s even a good idea to do what I want.” Puck said taking his head in his hands.
“It’s just what you want, it’s not some moral dilemma about what’s right or wrong, it’s just how you feel.” Kurt shouted tired of all the back and forth. “You seem to know what you want just fine when you’ve got me on my knees, but when I just want you to talk, saying anything, you get all confused and unsure. It’s not fair, you’re just playing games!”
“I’m not playing anything.” Puck said in a smooth and even tone. “It’s different than anything…”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Kurt said taking Puck back into his arms.
“I still don’t know what I want.”
“It’s still okay.”
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Kurt decided it was time for the games to end. Instead of holding the steady gaze intended to penetrate Puck’s thoughts and find out exactly what the confusion was all about like he used to- God it seemed like just days ago not months-, he tipped his head in the direction of the exit. Puck was too shocked to do anything other than nod back.
Kurt waited until Puck followed him out of the cafeteria, then led them into the handicapped restroom- which Artie was nice enough to make Kurt a key.
“I don’t understand” Kurt said as Puck shut the heavy door behind them. “I thought it didn’t matter, that you were just confused and it would work its self out eventually, but I don’t know what to make of anything anymore. The further in we get the more I feel like I’m drowning in this- uncertainty. I don’t understand.”
“Now you finally know what you’re talking about.” Puck said slamming his body back against the door. “I don’t understand it either.”
“Maybe we can figure it out…” Kurt said helpfully taking a single step towards the other. “What’s it like?”
“It’s like I want something…I don’t know what it is and I don’t know how to even start going about getting it, but I want it so bad it feels like my lungs are going to be ripped through my chest if I don’t get it.” Puck answered letting his body slowly melt to the floor. “I get it when I look at you, think of you, talk to you.”
“That’s…intense,” For some reason it was all Kurt could say.
“You don’t have to tell me. It’s like most of the time it doesn’t effect me at all, most of the time I’m like I always was- then I’m next to you, I get a glimpse of you, or something makes me think of you and I get this urge. But I can’t figure out what it’s telling me to do.”
So, Kurt kissed him.
“Well, I think I understand.” Kurt said holding Puck’s face in his hands gently rubbing his jaw.
“You do?” Puck looked up surprised.
“Yeah, I’m only ninety-five percent sure but, you’re in love with me.” Kurt gently revealed letting his eyes shine with the laughter he wasn’t sure would be appropriate in such an intimate moment.
“I don’t know.” Puck said letting his gather the same light. “But I’m sure that’s what I want.”
“Told you we’d figure it out.”