Fic: Going Under - Mpreg R-rated
Title: Going Under
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Kurt
Rating: R
Genre: Supernatural, Angst
Warnings: Dub-con, infidelity
Author's note: This was written for the weekly writing challenge over on gleempreg
Summary: Puck thought he was the only one of his kind left topside, so when he went into heat, he didn't expect to draw out another Fae.
"Shit," Puck swore to himself as he sat in Math class and felt his whole body flush. This wasn't supposed to happen yet. Not until later in the night, when the moon rose and the stars aligned or whatever the fuck it was that caused him to go into heat. Puck's dad really hadn't been too specific on the details before ditching him to go back to Elfhame by himself.
Cursing Robert Puckerman to hell and back, Puck pulled his phone out of his back pocket and texted Santana, keeping an eye on the teacher so she wouldn't catch him and give him shit about it.
Gonna need some help tonight, babe. Feeling feverish if you know what I mean ;)
Puck didn't have to wait more that two minutes before he got a response.
Go f urself, Noah. Britts and me r exclusive.
Puck wanted to yell and rage, even though he was in the middle of class, but he kept a lid on it. He so didn't need detention on top of going into heat. With his luck, he'd end up humping Mrs. Henderson's leg or something. And getting even more detention. No, he just needed to keep calm until he could get home and lock himself in his room to wait for this to pass. And oh, crap, he really couldn't go to football practice like this, with all those guys around, with being expected to shower next to them. Yeah, wasn't gonna happen.
Puck had been sort of zoning out when someone touched him on the shoulder, sending his heart into his throat, his stomach to his knees, and setting his skin on fire. Pressing his fingernails into his palms to ground himself, Puck turned toward the touch to see that foreign kid, Rory, with his hand extended and a confused look on his face.
"I dunna know why I did tha'," the boy murmured, pulling his hand back.
Puck knew. He sort of became even more irresistible when he went into heat and certain people were affected more than others. It was always awkward, too, because of the way his anatomy changed. Santana was the only one he trusted to help him out, but she was off the market and that left Puck up shit creek. Any girl he picked up would be freaked out by what was lacking, and any guy would beat him to a pulp for even suggesting they take a look.
Maybe what Puck really needed to do was skip the rest of the school day entirely and spend some quality time at home, alone. He could probably fake the flu well enough, given how heavily he was starting to sweat. Shit, but he had a test in history today and if he failed it ... well, repeating senior year was not something Noah Puckerman was willing to do, heat or no heat.
So when math ended, Puck trudged to glee rehearsal, trying his best not to touch anyone. He sat in the farthest corner of the choir room, giving everyone who saw him his patented, "Fuck off," scowl, and let them think whatever they wanted about why he was in such a bad mood. When Santana came in and fucking smirked at him, Puck had to press his fingers hard into the flesh of his leg to keep himself from either jumping her or throttling her. Ever since he'd started going into heats the summer after freshman year, she'd been the one getting him through it. He never should have said he wasn't her man last year. He'd just wanted to get with Lauren so bad. Now that had fallen through, along with that thing he'd had for Shelby and Puck had no one to scratch his itches. Fuck.
Puck had been trying to think about dead kittens and his grandmother and other shit like that when something suddenly changed. The air felt close and almost electrified, so Puck looked up, toward the choir room door. There Kurt Hummel stood, leaning one shoulder against the door jamb and shaking his head, like it felt just as foggy as Puck's. He looked up, wide-eyed, and searched the room and Puck tried everything he could to look away before Kurt's eyes found him. Nothing worked and despite Puck's efforts, their eyes met, that buzz in the air drowning out everything else and Puck was on his feet and down one riser before Blaine walked into the room behind Kurt, taking the boy's hand and breaking whatever momeny had happened between Kurt and Puck.
Cheeks flushed and heart pounding, Puck mumbled something about not feeling well and left through the other doors, making his escape as cleanly as he could.
Once he was a few doors down, Puck left off hurrying and slumped away toward the nurse's office. However, before he could make it that far, a pair of soft boots slapped their way across the linoleum behind him and Puck didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Kurt running to catch up with him - the way Puck's hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood up was indication enough. Turning to face Kurt, Puck held up his hands in a gesture for the other boy to stop, please. His whole body trembled with the heat and whatever Kurt was doing, and Puck wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he knew it was going to be big. He couldn't handle big right now, no pun intended.
"Leave me alone," he grumped, shaking his head and taking another step back. When Kurt just stared at him, fascinated or something, Puck added, "I mean it, Kurt. Stay away from me."
Seemingly ignoring his request, Kurt breathed, "What are you?"
Puck didn't know what to answer. On the one hand, not even Santana knew what he was. She just thought he was cursed or something and went along with it. There was no way he'd tell her he was half fairy, because she'd never let Puck live it down. It wasn't like there were fair folk all over the place anymore, especially not away from Elfhame, where his father had retreated to all those years ago. Rob always said the fair folk were dying off and far too wary of the outside world to visit it. Puck's father was the exception, though, the badass. And then even he caved and left and Puck was, if not the last of his kind left on Earth, close to it.
"I'm a freaking badass," Puck replied glibly, tensing his whole body so Kurt wouldn't see him tremble. "Why?"
Kurt narrowed his eyes and took half a (torturous) step forward, hissing, "I know you can feel this, too, Puckerman. What's going on?"
Since it looked like he wasn't going to be able to hand-wave this away, Puck pouted and shrugged, "I don't know. Magic or whatever. Look, just leave me alone for a few days and everything'll go back to normal, 'kay?"
Puck had been expecting Kurt to call bullshit and goad him into another, more complete answer. He did not expect Kurt to murmur, his voice high and half heart-broken, "I thought they were just stories, silly little things my mother told me to get me to go to sleep. They're- you're- Puck, you're Fae?"
Puck didn't know how Kurt guessed what he was and, defensively (because no one should ever know about him, he knew from reading X-men and other comics) worked up a nice, snarky response to the question. But then Kurt grabbed his hand and the world just ... tilted. Puck's entire being focused down on Kurt's five fingers wrapped around his own, the rushing in his ears drowning out everything else. Those fingers clenched, tight enough to bruise, and then tugged, pulling Puck's body somewhere, anywhere else.
Breath ragged in his ear, Kurt asked, "Why? What is...? Can't..." Lips ran across Puck's skin, his neck and then his shoulder when the collar was pulled sideways roughly.
"Oomf," Puck replied as he was pushed against a whiteboard in a dark classroom, the marker tray digging into the backs of his hips almost hard enough to make him shift away, but not quite. But hands were all over him and pants were being shed and, "Fuck, yes!"
Grabbing the body before him closer and bathing in the knowledge that the heavy desire of the heat was about to be quenched, Puck pushed at Kurt's clothes and found the boy's lips with his own. The air crackled around them and Puck sighed into Kurt's mouth in something resembling relief, but not quite. Relief would come when he finally did.
Noah Puckerman had never felt more complete than in the moment when Kurt breeched his body and made his blood sing. As their rutting against the wall continued, Puck felt the heat slacken, leaving him with an odd sense of clarity. And then a vision.
"Darling," a young woman said to the little boy in her lap, her head swathed in a white and yellow scarf, "what story would you like to hear tonight?"
"The one about the Fairy Queen, Mommy!" the little boy replied, touching the toes of his sparkly socks together, almost anxiously.
Clearing her throat, the woman told her son (Puck now recognized him as Kurt), "Deep in the realm of Elfhame, lives the Fairy Queen. She's lived for hundreds of years and had hundreds of little princes and princesses with her husband, the Fairy King. One day, her littlest child, a girl named Elsebeth, found a tunnel she'd never seen before and decided to crawl up it. Well, when dinner time came around and there was one empty seat at the table, the Fairy Queen asked all her children and all her guards and all her maids and even her husband, 'Where has Elsebeth gone?'
"No one could answer the Queen's question, so they left dinner on the table, getting colder and colder as they looked for the littlest Fairy Princess. They looked high and they looked low and they could not find her! After a whole day of looking, all the Queen's children and all of her guards and even all of her maids stopped looking for Elsebeth. They told the Queen, 'We're sorry, Your Highness. Elsebeth is gone!'
"But the Queen refused to believe them. She turned to her husband and said, 'Dear Fairy King, my love, I must look for my daughter beyond the walls of Elfhame, out in the human world. While I am gone, you must rule alone.'
"Well, the Fairy King loved his wife and he did not want her to go out into the human world, where it was dangerous and cold. He said, 'I loved our daughter, too, but she is gone. Think of all our other children and do not go!'
"The Fairy Queen refused to be swayed by her husband's argument and she left, going up, up, up into the human world above. She searched and searched for her daughter for many years and when she finally found Elsebeth, the Fairy Queen got a big surprise! The littlest Fiary Princess had grown up at human speed and now had children of her own. When Elsebeth saw her mother, she said, 'Do not be sad, my queen. I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I have found love and have made my own family. I will come back to Elfhame when my children are grown and I am old and withered and done with this life.'
"Well, the Fairy Queen was saddened, but she said to Elsebeth, 'Of course, my daughter. I will look forward to the day you return home.'
"So the Fairy Queen left your great-great grandmother in the human world and went back to the fairy world, telling her husband and children and guards and maids all about what she had seen during her time away. Some of them even found the tunnel Elsebeth used to get here and followed in her footsteps, creating their own adventures and their own families, spreading magic throughout the human world."
"Do I have magic, Mommy?" the little boy asked sleepily as his mother pulled him off he lap and tucked him into bed.
"Oh, Kurt," the woman replied, kissing the boy's forehead and tracing the shape of one slightly pointed ear, "you are magic, sweetling."
There was no doubt about it in Puck's mind. Kurt was Fae, just like him, and about to- "No! Pull out!" Puck cried in Kurt's ear, maybe not as forcefully as he should have, since he got distracted by the subtle scent of Kurt's aftershave mixing with his skin and that homey scent of magic that reminded Puck of his father, which was just the image he needed to clear his head and turn his stomach.
Pushing at Kurt's shoulder, Puck tried to get him to back off, but he was too lost to the pull of Puck's heat, hips stuttering as he cried, "Ahhhhhohhhhhh!" so long and loud that Puck thought there was no way they hadn't been heard.
Finally able to push a woozy Kurt away, Puck lowered the leg that had somehow been rucked up tightly around Kurt's waist and oh, maybe that was why he'd had such a difficult time separating them. "Shit," Puck muttered, putting his clothes back in order and glancing over at Kurt, who had slid to the ground looking more than a little confused. Kneeling in front of the other boy, Puck waved and then snapped his fingers a few times to pull Kurt's focus. "Jesus, dude. I told you not to touch me."
Eyes widening comically as he came back to himself, Kurt pushed himself away from Puck, scrambling to his feet as he pulled up his pants, awkwardly fumbling to set everything right. "We just-" he breathed, pointing at the whiteboard that Puck had been pinned against.
"Uh-huh," Puck nodded, shifting his hips uncomfortably because of the wetness seeping into his underwear.
"But you're-"
"Yeah."
"And...?" Kurt pointed to Puck's crotch with a scrunched up, sort of dubious look on his face.
"Not all the time," Puck insisted, deciding his legs were too wobbly to hold him much longer and taking a seat on the floor, several feet away from Kurt. "When I'm not in heat, I've got a dick. Like, a super awesome one, I swear."
The screwed-up look on Kurt's face only intensified as he practically squeaked, "In heat?" and scooted back a few inches. "I never- I mean, that's not- How often- What?"
Pretty sure that Kurt's questions were giving him a headache and keeping the desperation of heat at bay for a few minutes longer than normal, Puck shrugged. "Started happening when I was fifteen. Dad decided he was looking too old and went back to Elfhame before then, so I never really got the whole story. Somethin' about being ... you know."
"Fae?" Kurt offered, like he wasn't completely ashamed of being not human. Who knew, maybe with the stories his mom had apperently told him, Kurt wasn't ashamed.
"Yeah."
"I am, too. I thought I was the last," Kurt admitted, which made Puck realize the whole vision thing must have been a one-way deal. Looking more concerned now than anything else, Kurt brought his knees up to his chest and asked, "That's not going to happen to me, is it?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Puck asked, starting to mirror Kurt's body language until he realized what he was doing and settled himself again, awkwardly.
Puck was going to tell Kurt about his cousin, who didn't have this shit ever happen to him before he went back underground, too, but the other boy derailed his chain of thought by crying, "Oh, god and I ... I cheated! I'm not a cheater! I waited so long to be with Blaine and if you ruin this for me, Puckerman, I swear, I'll..." Kurt finished his tirade with his lips pursed and his finger almost in Puck's face. Without finishing his thought, Kurt scrambled to his feet and practically sprinted away.
Shaking his head, Puck hauled himself to his feet and made his way slowly to the nurse's room. Just a couple more hours and he could bail, go home, and distract himself from thinking about what had just happened by fighting a few digital wars.
When the heat faded a few days later, Puck had been faking the flu that long and had done a fairly good job of forgetting what Kurt felt like. Puck didn't want to help anyone cheat, even if extenuating circumstances - like Kurt's Fae blood making him super-susceptible to Puck's heat - were involved.
A week later, after a steadily growing sense of unease about why the fuck his dick wasn't coming back, Puck had to wonder if the stories his cousin had told him were true. He'd tried to get Kurt to pull out in time, but in the heat of the moment... And it wasn't like Puck was innocent, either.
Two weeks after the incident, Puck had to face facts - it was going to be nine months, give or take, before he got to see his dick again. He knew it was fucked up, but that fact seemed so much more important than knowing he was going to be a father again.
No one was going to understand. If he stayed here, top-side in the human world, everyone was going to find Puck out for the freakshow he really was. So he made the decision to follow in his father's and aunt's and cousin's footsteps and find the tunnel to Elfhame before it became obvious he was pregnant. He thought about going without telling Kurt, but that just didn't sit well with him. If things were the other way around, Puck would want to know.
Puck caught up with Kurt after glee club, saying, "Hey, Hummel. Can I talk to you for a sec?" When he cupped Kurt's elbow to emphasize that he didn't just want to ask the time or some shit, a cold shiver ran down Puck's spine. Kurt's wide-eyed look said that he felt it, too.
"I-I'd rather not," Kurt stammered, pulling his arm away roughly. "I've got homework and this new assignment for glee an-"
Puck had made sure no one was in eavesdropping range before cutting Kurt off, "I'm pregnant. You probably don't believe me, but I am. Thought you should know."
"Huh?" Kurt asked, eyes flicking down toward Puck's still-flat belly before meeting his again.
"After graduation and nationals and everything, I'm going under for a little while. Safer for everyone that way," Puck explained.
"Under?" Kurt asked, his voice wavering a little and his eyes starting to shine. "You know how to get-" He looked around at the few stragglers left in the choir room before continuing with a gasp. "You know how to get to Elfhame?"
"Sure," Puck nodded, like it was no big deal, like he hadn't spent the whole summer after his dad left trying to find it based on the little things his aunt had spoken about over the years. Like leaving the portal - which was down a big ass drainage pipe - and getting back to his human life hadn't been the hardest decision of his young life.
"Take me with you?"
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Kurt
Rating: R
Genre: Supernatural, Angst
Warnings: Dub-con, infidelity
Author's note: This was written for the weekly writing challenge over on gleempreg
Summary: Puck thought he was the only one of his kind left topside, so when he went into heat, he didn't expect to draw out another Fae.
"Shit," Puck swore to himself as he sat in Math class and felt his whole body flush. This wasn't supposed to happen yet. Not until later in the night, when the moon rose and the stars aligned or whatever the fuck it was that caused him to go into heat. Puck's dad really hadn't been too specific on the details before ditching him to go back to Elfhame by himself.
Cursing Robert Puckerman to hell and back, Puck pulled his phone out of his back pocket and texted Santana, keeping an eye on the teacher so she wouldn't catch him and give him shit about it.
Gonna need some help tonight, babe. Feeling feverish if you know what I mean ;)
Puck didn't have to wait more that two minutes before he got a response.
Go f urself, Noah. Britts and me r exclusive.
Puck wanted to yell and rage, even though he was in the middle of class, but he kept a lid on it. He so didn't need detention on top of going into heat. With his luck, he'd end up humping Mrs. Henderson's leg or something. And getting even more detention. No, he just needed to keep calm until he could get home and lock himself in his room to wait for this to pass. And oh, crap, he really couldn't go to football practice like this, with all those guys around, with being expected to shower next to them. Yeah, wasn't gonna happen.
Puck had been sort of zoning out when someone touched him on the shoulder, sending his heart into his throat, his stomach to his knees, and setting his skin on fire. Pressing his fingernails into his palms to ground himself, Puck turned toward the touch to see that foreign kid, Rory, with his hand extended and a confused look on his face.
"I dunna know why I did tha'," the boy murmured, pulling his hand back.
Puck knew. He sort of became even more irresistible when he went into heat and certain people were affected more than others. It was always awkward, too, because of the way his anatomy changed. Santana was the only one he trusted to help him out, but she was off the market and that left Puck up shit creek. Any girl he picked up would be freaked out by what was lacking, and any guy would beat him to a pulp for even suggesting they take a look.
Maybe what Puck really needed to do was skip the rest of the school day entirely and spend some quality time at home, alone. He could probably fake the flu well enough, given how heavily he was starting to sweat. Shit, but he had a test in history today and if he failed it ... well, repeating senior year was not something Noah Puckerman was willing to do, heat or no heat.
So when math ended, Puck trudged to glee rehearsal, trying his best not to touch anyone. He sat in the farthest corner of the choir room, giving everyone who saw him his patented, "Fuck off," scowl, and let them think whatever they wanted about why he was in such a bad mood. When Santana came in and fucking smirked at him, Puck had to press his fingers hard into the flesh of his leg to keep himself from either jumping her or throttling her. Ever since he'd started going into heats the summer after freshman year, she'd been the one getting him through it. He never should have said he wasn't her man last year. He'd just wanted to get with Lauren so bad. Now that had fallen through, along with that thing he'd had for Shelby and Puck had no one to scratch his itches. Fuck.
Puck had been trying to think about dead kittens and his grandmother and other shit like that when something suddenly changed. The air felt close and almost electrified, so Puck looked up, toward the choir room door. There Kurt Hummel stood, leaning one shoulder against the door jamb and shaking his head, like it felt just as foggy as Puck's. He looked up, wide-eyed, and searched the room and Puck tried everything he could to look away before Kurt's eyes found him. Nothing worked and despite Puck's efforts, their eyes met, that buzz in the air drowning out everything else and Puck was on his feet and down one riser before Blaine walked into the room behind Kurt, taking the boy's hand and breaking whatever momeny had happened between Kurt and Puck.
Cheeks flushed and heart pounding, Puck mumbled something about not feeling well and left through the other doors, making his escape as cleanly as he could.
Once he was a few doors down, Puck left off hurrying and slumped away toward the nurse's office. However, before he could make it that far, a pair of soft boots slapped their way across the linoleum behind him and Puck didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Kurt running to catch up with him - the way Puck's hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood up was indication enough. Turning to face Kurt, Puck held up his hands in a gesture for the other boy to stop, please. His whole body trembled with the heat and whatever Kurt was doing, and Puck wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he knew it was going to be big. He couldn't handle big right now, no pun intended.
"Leave me alone," he grumped, shaking his head and taking another step back. When Kurt just stared at him, fascinated or something, Puck added, "I mean it, Kurt. Stay away from me."
Seemingly ignoring his request, Kurt breathed, "What are you?"
Puck didn't know what to answer. On the one hand, not even Santana knew what he was. She just thought he was cursed or something and went along with it. There was no way he'd tell her he was half fairy, because she'd never let Puck live it down. It wasn't like there were fair folk all over the place anymore, especially not away from Elfhame, where his father had retreated to all those years ago. Rob always said the fair folk were dying off and far too wary of the outside world to visit it. Puck's father was the exception, though, the badass. And then even he caved and left and Puck was, if not the last of his kind left on Earth, close to it.
"I'm a freaking badass," Puck replied glibly, tensing his whole body so Kurt wouldn't see him tremble. "Why?"
Kurt narrowed his eyes and took half a (torturous) step forward, hissing, "I know you can feel this, too, Puckerman. What's going on?"
Since it looked like he wasn't going to be able to hand-wave this away, Puck pouted and shrugged, "I don't know. Magic or whatever. Look, just leave me alone for a few days and everything'll go back to normal, 'kay?"
Puck had been expecting Kurt to call bullshit and goad him into another, more complete answer. He did not expect Kurt to murmur, his voice high and half heart-broken, "I thought they were just stories, silly little things my mother told me to get me to go to sleep. They're- you're- Puck, you're Fae?"
Puck didn't know how Kurt guessed what he was and, defensively (because no one should ever know about him, he knew from reading X-men and other comics) worked up a nice, snarky response to the question. But then Kurt grabbed his hand and the world just ... tilted. Puck's entire being focused down on Kurt's five fingers wrapped around his own, the rushing in his ears drowning out everything else. Those fingers clenched, tight enough to bruise, and then tugged, pulling Puck's body somewhere, anywhere else.
Breath ragged in his ear, Kurt asked, "Why? What is...? Can't..." Lips ran across Puck's skin, his neck and then his shoulder when the collar was pulled sideways roughly.
"Oomf," Puck replied as he was pushed against a whiteboard in a dark classroom, the marker tray digging into the backs of his hips almost hard enough to make him shift away, but not quite. But hands were all over him and pants were being shed and, "Fuck, yes!"
Grabbing the body before him closer and bathing in the knowledge that the heavy desire of the heat was about to be quenched, Puck pushed at Kurt's clothes and found the boy's lips with his own. The air crackled around them and Puck sighed into Kurt's mouth in something resembling relief, but not quite. Relief would come when he finally did.
Noah Puckerman had never felt more complete than in the moment when Kurt breeched his body and made his blood sing. As their rutting against the wall continued, Puck felt the heat slacken, leaving him with an odd sense of clarity. And then a vision.
"Darling," a young woman said to the little boy in her lap, her head swathed in a white and yellow scarf, "what story would you like to hear tonight?"
"The one about the Fairy Queen, Mommy!" the little boy replied, touching the toes of his sparkly socks together, almost anxiously.
Clearing her throat, the woman told her son (Puck now recognized him as Kurt), "Deep in the realm of Elfhame, lives the Fairy Queen. She's lived for hundreds of years and had hundreds of little princes and princesses with her husband, the Fairy King. One day, her littlest child, a girl named Elsebeth, found a tunnel she'd never seen before and decided to crawl up it. Well, when dinner time came around and there was one empty seat at the table, the Fairy Queen asked all her children and all her guards and all her maids and even her husband, 'Where has Elsebeth gone?'
"No one could answer the Queen's question, so they left dinner on the table, getting colder and colder as they looked for the littlest Fairy Princess. They looked high and they looked low and they could not find her! After a whole day of looking, all the Queen's children and all of her guards and even all of her maids stopped looking for Elsebeth. They told the Queen, 'We're sorry, Your Highness. Elsebeth is gone!'
"But the Queen refused to believe them. She turned to her husband and said, 'Dear Fairy King, my love, I must look for my daughter beyond the walls of Elfhame, out in the human world. While I am gone, you must rule alone.'
"Well, the Fairy King loved his wife and he did not want her to go out into the human world, where it was dangerous and cold. He said, 'I loved our daughter, too, but she is gone. Think of all our other children and do not go!'
"The Fairy Queen refused to be swayed by her husband's argument and she left, going up, up, up into the human world above. She searched and searched for her daughter for many years and when she finally found Elsebeth, the Fairy Queen got a big surprise! The littlest Fiary Princess had grown up at human speed and now had children of her own. When Elsebeth saw her mother, she said, 'Do not be sad, my queen. I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I have found love and have made my own family. I will come back to Elfhame when my children are grown and I am old and withered and done with this life.'
"Well, the Fairy Queen was saddened, but she said to Elsebeth, 'Of course, my daughter. I will look forward to the day you return home.'
"So the Fairy Queen left your great-great grandmother in the human world and went back to the fairy world, telling her husband and children and guards and maids all about what she had seen during her time away. Some of them even found the tunnel Elsebeth used to get here and followed in her footsteps, creating their own adventures and their own families, spreading magic throughout the human world."
"Do I have magic, Mommy?" the little boy asked sleepily as his mother pulled him off he lap and tucked him into bed.
"Oh, Kurt," the woman replied, kissing the boy's forehead and tracing the shape of one slightly pointed ear, "you are magic, sweetling."
There was no doubt about it in Puck's mind. Kurt was Fae, just like him, and about to- "No! Pull out!" Puck cried in Kurt's ear, maybe not as forcefully as he should have, since he got distracted by the subtle scent of Kurt's aftershave mixing with his skin and that homey scent of magic that reminded Puck of his father, which was just the image he needed to clear his head and turn his stomach.
Pushing at Kurt's shoulder, Puck tried to get him to back off, but he was too lost to the pull of Puck's heat, hips stuttering as he cried, "Ahhhhhohhhhhh!" so long and loud that Puck thought there was no way they hadn't been heard.
Finally able to push a woozy Kurt away, Puck lowered the leg that had somehow been rucked up tightly around Kurt's waist and oh, maybe that was why he'd had such a difficult time separating them. "Shit," Puck muttered, putting his clothes back in order and glancing over at Kurt, who had slid to the ground looking more than a little confused. Kneeling in front of the other boy, Puck waved and then snapped his fingers a few times to pull Kurt's focus. "Jesus, dude. I told you not to touch me."
Eyes widening comically as he came back to himself, Kurt pushed himself away from Puck, scrambling to his feet as he pulled up his pants, awkwardly fumbling to set everything right. "We just-" he breathed, pointing at the whiteboard that Puck had been pinned against.
"Uh-huh," Puck nodded, shifting his hips uncomfortably because of the wetness seeping into his underwear.
"But you're-"
"Yeah."
"And...?" Kurt pointed to Puck's crotch with a scrunched up, sort of dubious look on his face.
"Not all the time," Puck insisted, deciding his legs were too wobbly to hold him much longer and taking a seat on the floor, several feet away from Kurt. "When I'm not in heat, I've got a dick. Like, a super awesome one, I swear."
The screwed-up look on Kurt's face only intensified as he practically squeaked, "In heat?" and scooted back a few inches. "I never- I mean, that's not- How often- What?"
Pretty sure that Kurt's questions were giving him a headache and keeping the desperation of heat at bay for a few minutes longer than normal, Puck shrugged. "Started happening when I was fifteen. Dad decided he was looking too old and went back to Elfhame before then, so I never really got the whole story. Somethin' about being ... you know."
"Fae?" Kurt offered, like he wasn't completely ashamed of being not human. Who knew, maybe with the stories his mom had apperently told him, Kurt wasn't ashamed.
"Yeah."
"I am, too. I thought I was the last," Kurt admitted, which made Puck realize the whole vision thing must have been a one-way deal. Looking more concerned now than anything else, Kurt brought his knees up to his chest and asked, "That's not going to happen to me, is it?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Puck asked, starting to mirror Kurt's body language until he realized what he was doing and settled himself again, awkwardly.
Puck was going to tell Kurt about his cousin, who didn't have this shit ever happen to him before he went back underground, too, but the other boy derailed his chain of thought by crying, "Oh, god and I ... I cheated! I'm not a cheater! I waited so long to be with Blaine and if you ruin this for me, Puckerman, I swear, I'll..." Kurt finished his tirade with his lips pursed and his finger almost in Puck's face. Without finishing his thought, Kurt scrambled to his feet and practically sprinted away.
Shaking his head, Puck hauled himself to his feet and made his way slowly to the nurse's room. Just a couple more hours and he could bail, go home, and distract himself from thinking about what had just happened by fighting a few digital wars.
When the heat faded a few days later, Puck had been faking the flu that long and had done a fairly good job of forgetting what Kurt felt like. Puck didn't want to help anyone cheat, even if extenuating circumstances - like Kurt's Fae blood making him super-susceptible to Puck's heat - were involved.
A week later, after a steadily growing sense of unease about why the fuck his dick wasn't coming back, Puck had to wonder if the stories his cousin had told him were true. He'd tried to get Kurt to pull out in time, but in the heat of the moment... And it wasn't like Puck was innocent, either.
Two weeks after the incident, Puck had to face facts - it was going to be nine months, give or take, before he got to see his dick again. He knew it was fucked up, but that fact seemed so much more important than knowing he was going to be a father again.
No one was going to understand. If he stayed here, top-side in the human world, everyone was going to find Puck out for the freakshow he really was. So he made the decision to follow in his father's and aunt's and cousin's footsteps and find the tunnel to Elfhame before it became obvious he was pregnant. He thought about going without telling Kurt, but that just didn't sit well with him. If things were the other way around, Puck would want to know.
Puck caught up with Kurt after glee club, saying, "Hey, Hummel. Can I talk to you for a sec?" When he cupped Kurt's elbow to emphasize that he didn't just want to ask the time or some shit, a cold shiver ran down Puck's spine. Kurt's wide-eyed look said that he felt it, too.
"I-I'd rather not," Kurt stammered, pulling his arm away roughly. "I've got homework and this new assignment for glee an-"
Puck had made sure no one was in eavesdropping range before cutting Kurt off, "I'm pregnant. You probably don't believe me, but I am. Thought you should know."
"Huh?" Kurt asked, eyes flicking down toward Puck's still-flat belly before meeting his again.
"After graduation and nationals and everything, I'm going under for a little while. Safer for everyone that way," Puck explained.
"Under?" Kurt asked, his voice wavering a little and his eyes starting to shine. "You know how to get-" He looked around at the few stragglers left in the choir room before continuing with a gasp. "You know how to get to Elfhame?"
"Sure," Puck nodded, like it was no big deal, like he hadn't spent the whole summer after his dad left trying to find it based on the little things his aunt had spoken about over the years. Like leaving the portal - which was down a big ass drainage pipe - and getting back to his human life hadn't been the hardest decision of his young life.
"Take me with you?"