Glee - SLL Verse - Attention Grabbing - 2/8 - R
The way Kurt’s nose crinkled in disdain as Finn and Puck climbed into the Navigator, Finn sliding in back after Puck shoved him for the front, was perfect. Puck was a little annoyed how attractive he’d been finding Kurt for the past two months since school started, but he couldn’t help it. He’d always known he wasn’t quite straight as a needle, and Kurt certainly walked the line of neutrality (and walked it well), but the rush he’d been feeling lately was a little different.
Sure, there was lust. Lots of it. But there was also this need to protect him (though that had come along before all the lust) and a desire to get to know him, to see if there was a chance for more. Of course, he’d basically just talked Finn into chasing Kurt, too (because he had kind of always wanted to have a three way with someone sandwiched between him and Finn), but if Kurt wasn’t into that thought, where would that leave Puck? Because he really had no doubts that the diva would pick Finn over him.
Finn was Kurt’s first love and had always been less-involved in the crap the jocks had done. Puck couldn’t even remember a single slushy thrown by Finn. There was the time Kurt slushied himself, he supposed, but Finn still didn’t throw it. Puck blinked, remembering how he’d known Rachel’s favorite flavor. Grape. He was pretty sure Kurt hated the lime the most. He always rushed to the bathroom faster after those. But cherry he would scoop off his face in the hall and flick it on the floor before heading to the bathroom, sucking on his fingers.
Realizing he was zoning when this was a chance for conversation, he tuned back into the other two.
“-told her it would be hopeless, but does she listen to me?”
“No?” Finn was guessing.
“No! She went right ahead and did it!” Puck had no idea who or what they were talking about. “Luckily, Figgins is useless enough that he didn’t even realize she shouldn’t have been doing it.”
Puck rolled his eyes. Whatever it was she did, Figgins not noticing probably deserved an eye roll. Looking out the window, he saw they were only a few blocks from the Hudmel (as the kids had aptly named the now merged family) home. He turned in his seat slightly to face Kurt.
“So I heard you play video games.” Smooth, Puckerman. Smooth.
“Sometimes,” Kurt answered, glancing over. “I’m better at older gaming systems than this new stuff.”
“Yeah, it’s not even fun playing Grand Theft Auto with him.”
“That’s more because the entire premise of the game is appalling, Finn, than because I’m bad at it.”
“Whatever.”
“So what do you play?” Puck asked.
“I have a Nintendo in my room, and a Sega Genesis. Mario, Donkey Kong, and Sonic are my staples.”
“Mario?”
“You play?” Kurt had raised an eyebrow in Puck’s direction.
“Well, duh. Mario changed the fucking world!” Kurt laughed, and Puck saw Finn smile from the backseat. Yes! He would have punched the air if Kurt wouldn’t notice.
When they got to the house, the boys ran up the stairs with a shouted hello to Carole, telling her Puck would be staying to eat. Puck looked around Kurt’s room curiously when they reached it. He hadn’t actually been in it before, despite being to the house several times. He noticed Kurt moving things around and barely kept from trying to see. He wanted in those tight, designer pants (and was considering giving a bid for the heart of the boy they covered), and pissing him off wouldn’t help.
Finn was setting up the Nintendo and Puck was absorbed by the fact that the room wasn’t as gay as he was expecting. There were posters on the walls, of musicals and popular actors, but the bedding was a nice blue and the skincare products were all off in a nook away from the rest of the room. It was obviously a guy’s room in a way he hadn’t thought it would be, but he couldn’t really pin down why.
Kurt gave him a shove onto the bed and Finn handed him a controller before shutting the door. Puck knew their parents had an open-door policy, but since Finn was in the room (and probably because it was Puck) they wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Puck smirked because that could totally work to their advantage in the future.
They spent the next three hours playing Mario and joking around. Finn was right, Kurt did like to talk, even if a lot of it was trash talking and swears. When the word ‘fuck’ fell from those cherry lips the first time, Puck actually dropped his controller.
“Hummel!” he laughed.
“What? It’s a word. A word I hear from you every hour, at that.”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you would ever dirty your mouth with it,” he responded, picking up the plastic rectangle.
“Well when the damn Kuppas are killing me, I’m going to swear, okay? Shit! Puck, shut up and play!” Puck laughed because, supposedly, talking was Kurt’s distraction method.
Kurt’s glare was burning a hole in the television over his and Finn’s laughter. But once the jocks had each died a few more times, Kurt was appeased again.
Carole calling them down to dinner made Puck jump and Luigi died again. He glared at the pixelated death image before standing to stretch. He may have deliberately reached further and for longer than necessary, but he would deny it because Kurt didn’t seem to have noticed. Though, the look on Finn’s face and the sound of his character dying provided some gratification.
After dinner, Kurt gave Puck a ride home, Finn claiming he was behind in his English homework and needing to get started. The ride was stressfully quiet for a few minutes. When Puck started drumming on the dashboard, Kurt sighed.
“You can turn on the radio if you want.”
“Actually, I wanted to ask about your boyfriend.”
“What about him?” Kurt asked, turning to look at him for just a moment.
“Just y’know,” Puck said with a shrug. “He still being the gentleman you had him pegged as?”
Kurt let out a strange little sound, somewhere between a laugh and a cluck of disproval. “Yes, Puck. He’s fine.”
“Okay. I was just wondering.”
After a few more moments of silence, which Puck spent staring out the window, irritated that he couldn’t get Kurt to hold a conversation with him, the smaller brunet spoke up.
“Why did you guys want to play with me today?”
“What?” Puck looked back over, surprised.
“You two could have gone to Finn’s room and played Call of Duty or something, but you went straight to my room. Why?”
“You have Mario. That is the most badass game ever.” Wasn’t that much obvious?
“Oh.” Why the hell did he look disappointed? Puck took a moment to think about what to say next.
“Besides, you and I haven’t really hung out before and it’s our senior year.”
“So?”
“So like I told Finn today, fuck the idiots at school. I’m going to hang with who I want and it’s definitely past time we got to know each other, don’t you think?”
Kurt shrugged. “I guess. I just never expected you to go so far with your ‘screw everyone’ values. I mean, you never did what everyone was because they were, but you still always tried to live down to expectations.” Puck rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well now I want to live up to my own expectations. And I know I’m better than the loser that knocked up his best friend’s girl or the jock that threw kids into dumpsters.” He looked out the window before adding, “Or chucked pee balloons at people for being different. I’m really sorry I ever did that shit to you.”
“I know.” His voice was low, but Puck relaxed slightly, knowing the forgiveness was there.
“So, seriously. This boyfriend. He’s not treating you bad?”