When You're the Best of Friends, Chapter 13b/?
Title: When You’re the Best of Friends
Chapter Title: Game
Author: xLessxThanx3x
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Mercedes Jones, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Quinn Fabray, Artie Abrams, Finn Hudson, Burt Hummel, Tina Cohen-Chang; mentions of Rachel Berry, Matt Rutherford, Mike Chang, Carole Hudson, and Christoper Hudson Current Pairings: Puckcedes, Pucktana, Kurttany, Barole; mentions of past Puckleberry, Brittana, Brittany/everyone, Quick; Tartie if you squint
Genre: Angst, Fluff, bit of smut
Warnings: AU, pegging
Spoilers: Nothing past “Laryngitis"
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
Author Notes: Part of a series, cross-posted to my ff.net. Yet again, just pointing out that the chapter was too long to fit in one post, sadly! Almost done with spamming the puckurt comm, I promise! Sorry!
Summary: AU. Puck and Kurt hold hands, cuddle, know each other’s biggest secrets, and make the other a priority…but they’re not dating, they’ve just been best friends for years. Multi-chapter. Eventual Puckurt. Based off a Puckurt meme prompt.
Chapter Summary: When Puck has to get his mohawk shaved off, he's afraid he's lost all of his game and goes to desperate measures to get it back. Meanwhile, Kurt is watching Finn and his father bond and reacts rather poorly to it.
Word Count: 11,000 in total, 4,344 for this part
When Kurt walked into the choir room the day after making out with Brittany, he immediately walked towards Puck on instinct, Puck's legs spread as he leaned back in his chair, his lap basically inviting him to sit on it. He stopped himself right in front of Puck, looking down at him with an open mouth for a split second. Puck looked up at him hopefully, but Kurt merely swallowed and nodded, moving to an open spot a few chairs away next to Brittany, his girlfriend…or something.
Brittany's head was tilted to the side in confusion during all of Santana and Mercedes' duet. She had no idea why Santana was fighting over Puck since she barely liked him. And if Puck belonged to anyone it was obviously Kurt, they were totally like star-covered lovers or whatever that phrase was. Like, she was seriously confused as to why they weren't having sex yet, but she was glad she had an opportunity to make out with him, his lips were really soft and tasted almost like a girl's. And it kept her record up because obviously she had made out with Puck and Matt and Mike so now Finn was the only guy in Glee club she hadn't made out with, besides Mr. Schue and his son and that robot, of course.
She turned to Kurt to see if he understood why Mercedes and Santana were fighting, but all she could see was a raised eyebrow, a tense jaw, and a glare at Santana as she ran her hands over Puck's chest. Seeing him so upset made her sad, like when her baby cousin cried and it made her want to cry as well. She had noticed that Kurt looked happiest when Puck held his hand, so she reached over and grabbed his hand, smiling as he turned to her in slight shock at the contact. He slowly and unsurely smiled back, his hand rather limp in hers as he tried to ignore whatever the hell was going on with the rest of the club.
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Mercedes' mind was racing as she left school, no idea what to do about this whole Pucktana/Puckurt predicament she got herself into. Man, she really should've just listened to Quinn. Her thoughts weren't helped by the fact that as she left the school she found Puck lining up kids to be thrown in the garbage. He may not have been doing the throwing, but he definitely was the reason why they were waiting in line.
"Puck, what is this?" She asked, never having seen him bully anyone before. "Don't you just rule my sheer fear of retaliation?"
He shrugged, "With the 'hawk gone, I have to do something to improve my rep. I normally pull something like this every few months to keep my rep going."
"Really? Because I've never seen you do this before."
"Well, yeah, because it's normally just little things like pranks outside of school or something to Jacob who no one gives a damn about," Puck said like it was the most obvious fact in the world. "Kurt was always more important than my badass reputation, so he was never in the line of fire, but of course I slushied some kids and stuff, just not as often as Karofsky and Azimio and those other idiots. Normally you add the fact that I get so much action and there's no reason for me to get shit because Kurt and I are friends."
Mercedes frowned, trying to soak it all in, never having realized all the thought Puck put into his reputation and popularity. She took him away from the crowd, "Puck…you're better then this. You're better than throwing kids into dumpsters and being a bully. Aren't you tired of this?"
Puck gave her a weird look, "Of course I am." Cutting off her further ranting, he added, "Look, I'm going to be real with you, so consider yourself lucky to be let into the Puckster's head. I don't know what else to be. I live in a poor area of town and like doing bad things; this is my identity. And, well…it keeps Kurt safe. As long as I'm his friend and I have this image, no one touches Kurt past throwing him in the dumpster. And, you know, there needs to be order in this place. As stupid as it is, jocks are at the top and if freaks like Jacob try taking over…You don't have to like it but you have to accept that high school is like this."
The two stood in silence for a while after Puck's big reveal of his psychological need to be a jerk. "Does Kurt know this?"
Puck sighed, "I don't know, probably not. If he did, he'd blame himself and get pissed at me at the same time, that's just who he is. I think part of why he's upset this week is because I said some stupid things as the stress of all this shit got to me. Plus him and his dad and everything…"
"Wait, what's wrong with his dad?"
He stared at Mercedes and clapped her on the shoulder, "A best friend never reveals the other's secrets. Even when that best friend has been a horrible best friend." With that he went back to the line, his whole demeanor changing to a faux badass vibe.
-
"Hey, girl, where's your Cheerios uniform?"
"I quit the team," she said simply, still walking.
"WHAT?" Puck nearly shouted, his mind going into a panic mode. Oh God, his reputation and Santana and Kurt…fuck.
"I just felt like I wasn't me when I put that uniform on," Mercedes shrugged, turning to him. "And Glee may be lame, and I may be one of those geeks that should be at the bottom of the heap according to this school's insane hierarchy, but Glee at least tells me to be true to who I am which is something you should try sometime, Puck. You're not a bully; you're better than that, whatever your stupid image is. And Lord knows Kurt needs a reminder of that right now and that's one lesson I have no idea how to get through his head." With a nod she left him in the middle of the hallway, that coil of guilt bubbling in his stomach again.
-
"You're hands are so soft!" Brittany cooed as she gripped Kurt's hand in the halls. He seemed to like having the replacement now that Puck was all up on Mercedes and Santana didn't seem to want to link pinkies with her anymore, so she had no reason to say no to it. It was actually really nice because, again, her baby-faced friend had really soft hands.
"My secret?" He leaned in, "Duck fat." Brittany ignored that, not wanting to think of poor, fat duckies. "Hey guys, just holding hands with Brittany," Kurt said in that low voice as they walked past Tina and Artie, both of them looking like they just had the school's fish tacos. But it wasn't Wednesday...was it?
"Seriously, your hands are so soft. They're like a baby." She looked at his baby face and smiled, "Now I know what it's like to date a baby!"
Kurt gave her that look he seemed to give her whenever she spoke but was distracted when someone called out for him. They turned around and found Kurt's dad, Brittany smiling even more. They were dressed like twins or something, how cute! She smiled at Burt Hummel absent mindedly, not really paying attention to what was being said.
"Can you leave us alone beau?"
"What?" She asked, realizing Kurt was talking to her but not understanding his words.
"Just leave."
"Oh!" She let go of his hand and walked off, deciding to find Santana.
Kurt didn't watch her go; he just turned to his dad and asked, "Did you ever think that maybe that was something I wanted to do with you?"
Burt's mind slowly started putting things into place, slowly piecing together why Kurt was upset. "Look, Finn needs a buddy right now. At the game he started talking about his dad and his mom and I think it's good for him to do that. We can spend all the time together you want later, okay?" He clapped Kurt on the shoulder and headed down the hall.
As soon as he found Finn outside, however, he knew he had to talk to Kurt. He explained, "Something's up with Kurt, Finn. I think you've noticed he's been dressing weird all week?"
Finn's brow furrowed, "Uh, yeah, I've noticed, I just thought he was trying a new look or something."
"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure it's more than that. I need to talk to him, I'm sorry, we'll get hoagies some other time, alright?"
Finn looked down for a moment but nodded, "That's cool, I don't want Kurt being upset. And aren't hoagies like really bad for you anyways? Mom says you should stay away from things like that."
Burt rolled his eyes with a scoff, "Great, now Carole's got you on board of making me eat like a rabbit." He laughed with Finn and gave him a nod, "See you later, Finn."
Finn smiled, "See ya, Burt. Make sure Kurt's okay."
-
When Burt finally found Kurt, he was slightly relieved to find him in his normal clothes, singing. But this wasn't his normal singing, his normally floating, beautiful voice practically growling out the words. But if he ever doubted Kurt's talent, he was totally free of those doubts; if there was one thing Kurt could do, it was definitely performing.
When Kurt finished, Burt clapped, finally revealing himself from the shadows, much to Kurt's shock. "Dad. What happened to hoagies?"
"I took a rain check; too much cholesterol," Burt said with a smile, hoping Kurt would at least find some joy in that.
But he didn't take the bait, instead saying, "I'm sure Finn was disappointed."
"He was…until I explained that I wanted to check out on you because you were bent out of shape."
"Me? I'm fine."
"Kurt, I'm dumb, but I'm not stupid," Burt said, going closer to his son. "I don't know what your song was about, Kurt, but fine don't sing like you just sung." Kurt didn't say anything, so Burt moved so he was right in front of him, speaking quietly. "Maybe I went overboard with spending time with Finn, but I told you this thing with you was going to be hard."
"'Thing with me'? You mean being gay," he said tightly.
"Yeah. Being gay." Kurt looked closer to crying every single moment, so Burt had to react and fast, had to let him know where he was coming from. "Look, I'll fight to the death for your right to love who you love, but when you were a baby and I held you in my arms, did I dream about talking to you about girls and taking you to baseball games? Yeah, I did. A lot of fathers do."
"I had no idea how disappointing I was," Kurt said quietly, walking off towards the backstage area. No, this was not right, Kurt was going to listen to him whether he liked it or not.
"Hey, stop it right now, I'm talking to straight to you, don't go off playing the victim," Burt said in a slightly louder, stern voice he rarely used with Kurt. Kurt stopped walking, his back still turned to him. "You know that's not what I mean."
Kurt turned back to him, "I know. I'm sorry. I know you're working hard on yourself to make all of this okay. It's just seeing you, the way you are with Finn, how easy it is…it breaks my heart." He turned back around, trying to collect himself as the light bulb finally turned completely above Burt's head.
"Is that why you started dressing differently, singing Mellencamp, pretending to date that daffy cheerleader?"
"I just wanted you to know," Kurt stared, turning back to him, "I'm going to work as hard as you to make this okay. And I want Noah to know that I'll work as hard as him to make our friendship okay, to make sure he doesn't get crap anymore because we're friends."
"You don't have to work at anything, Kurt, nothing about this. Your job is to be yourself and my job is to love you no matter what. That and a majority ownership of a tire shop, that's all we got. But if we stick to that, we'll be great. And Puckerman has dealt with these small town idiots because you're worth it, Kurt. You matter to him, to me, to Mae, Sara, to your Glee Club friends, to a lot of people, Kurt. And will things be rough sometimes because how the world is and how people are? Yeah, but that doesn't make them love you any less. And it's not your job to make everyone love you."
Kurt nodded slowly, sniffing before finally whispering, "I missed you, Daddy."
"Come here," Burt said softly, pulling him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly, his heart still breaking over how broken he sounded. He was pretty sure the last time they hugged was when Kurt had just come out, and it occurred to him he really should start hugging his son more, what with his obvious need and want for physical affection. And who knew how long his and Puckerman's would stay platonic? "I love you," Burt reassured him, feeling a bit of emotion catching in his throat.
"I love you, too."
-
When Puck opened the door at his house, he didn't expect to see Kurt there. "Kurt," he said with a smile, happy to see him back in his old clothes. His smile dropped a bit, though, as he remembered why they hadn't been talking for a while.
"Noah," Kurt said, his eyes still a bit red from his talk with his dad. "Can I come in real quick?" Puck immediately nodded and stepped to the side. He closed the door and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he turned to Kurt.
"Look, Kurt-"
"Noah, we both said things that were wrong and we both did things wrong. And while I'm hurt and I hurt you, we're good enough friends that we don't really need to sit and have a heart-to-heart, right? I had a really emotional one with Dad earlier, I don't know if I can handle another one. I know I need to work on the whole being an only child that now has to share his dad's attention 24/7 because I've never had to share him, even with you. And you know that you need to stop saying things when you're angry before you can stop yourself. So we can just forget this fight and move on, right?" Kurt rushed out.
Puck watched him and slowly smiled, "What fight?" Kurt gave the smallest of laughs, pulling Puck into a hug. One day he knew they needed to sit down and work through everything, but right now he was very content to hug his best friend and feel slightly normal again.
"Oh, and never try dating 'Cedes ever again, that's just awkward," Kurt laughed.
Puck groaned and pulled away, "Kurt, she wouldn't even listen to my Super Mario theories. What's up with that?"
Kurt smiled and shook his head, "Want to tell me about the Star Worlds theory again?"
Noah broke into a huge grin, "And this is why I love you."
-
"I'm so glad you called," Puck gasped out as he pulled away from a kiss with Santana. "It's so cool that your parents are gone."
Santana smirked, "I'm just glad you've realized that you. Are. Mine," she said, leaning back over him and biting at his neck, Puck gasping and thrusting up. She gave a small, breathless chuckle and pulled back away. "You like that, don't you? Knowing that I own you?"
"Y-yeah, yeah," Puck said, not really paying attention to her words, just thrusting up, wanting some sort of contact to his hard cock.
"I want to try something," she said suddenly, getting off him and standing in front of the bed. "Strip."
Puck nodded quickly and got up, stripping out of jeans and boxers immediately. Normally he wouldn't be so desperate, but he couldn't help it; he hadn't gotten any for weeks now and was near the dying point for sex sharks.
"Sit," she ordered, smirking as he sat down immediately, licking his lips in anticipation. "I know you love watching me and Brittany and thinking about the stuff we do. Do you want to try something that Brittany and I do? Think you can handle it?" she asked in a husky whisper, her eyes daring him. Puck nodded enthusiastically; he was up for fingering and giving her some head, definitely.
She gave him a wink and got down on her knees in front of the bed, pulling out a box from underneath it. She placed a bottle of lube from it on the bed, but Puck's eyes widened and he let out an explicative of surprise and slight fear when she pulled out the other object from the box. "Is that…is that a strap on?" He asked apprehensively, suddenly feeling himself soften a bit.
"Duh," Santana rolled her eyes. "We're doing something Brittany and I do together, I thought the idea of us together made you all hot, remember?"
"Yeah, but why am I fucking you with a strap on when I have one built in?" Puck asked, afraid to hear the answer he already knew.
"You're not pegging me, I'm pegging you, you idiot," she scoffed.
Puck's heart sped up, now fully soft and not feeling at all like a bad ass. "No way."
She glared and stood up, "You are mine, Puck, and I want to remind you of that. And I know you want this. You certainly liked my fingers up there when I was blowing you last time." Puck had to admit to himself that when she found that prostate thing in him that it felt pretty damn good. "Now either you man up and take this little thing or you go and leave. Which will it be?" Santana pulled at her Cheerios top and pulled out her ponytail, her hair falling in waves onto her breasts.
Staring at her, Puck already knew his choice. He was scared and was sure he'd hate it, but he needed to get off with someone so bad, and seeing Santana's smokin' body definitely was getting him interested again, especially when she pulled off her skirt and underwear, her pussy lips already wet as she stared him down. "I'll even let you eat me out after, I know how much you love that," she practically purred, crawling onto the bed.
As she crawled on top of him, looking like a predator about to kill her prey, she whispered, "So what's it going to be?" They both knew the answer, her question was absolutely pointless, but he answered anyways.
"Yes."
She smirked again, "Good boy." Getting back off him again, she commanded, "On all fours, now." He followed the rules, barely holding back a sigh. This had better get him off.
Santana continued to smirk to herself as she popped open the lube. Puck was always so willing to do whatever she wanted. Who needed Brittany? She owned this hot guy in front of her, and nothing got her off like that, knowing that she could get Puck to do whatever she wanted. Pouring the lube onto her fingers, she ordered him to place his legs farther apart and touched his hole, circling for a while until he relaxed enough for her to push a finger in.
Puck hadn't even realized throughout the past few blowjobs she had given him that she had been slowly working on getting him to take more and more, but now it was suddenly clear to him as her finger slid in with little resistance. Damn it, that woman was one sneaky bitch. Damn her and her cunning and hot body and really fucking talented finger, goddamn that felt good. Trust Santana to know how to finger someone to oblivion. He slowly felt himself grow harder as she added a second finger, slowly scissoring him open.
Now she really found none of this that interesting, it didn't really turn her on-the part she was going to enjoy was still to come, after all-but she continued slowly fingering him, curling her fingers enough to get as close to his prostate as possible without actually touching it, something she had perfected with Brittany's G-Spot. And, much like she did to Brittany (and Brittany did to her, too, because Santana liked being dominated every once in a while, it wasn't a big deal, just something that no one besides Brittany needed to know), she ignored Puck's whines and groans for more, going at her own slow pace. Plus if she went too fast he'd be sitting funny the next day and she didn't want to hear his bitching.
Puck never felt like such a mess. He was moaning and writhing, trying to rub his hard on against the bed a few times but corrected by a slap to the back of his thigh by Santana not to do so. And when she finally touched his prostate, he saw stars for a moment. "Fuck," he groaned, pushing back against her hand. But soon he was whimpering again as she pulled her hand out, a wet noise accompanying the movement. "Fuck, Santana, don't-"
"Don't worry, you'll be fucked soon enough," she said in the low whisper, a chill running through his body as she put on the strap on, lubing it up. She leaned over his body, the tip of the strap on rubbing against his hole, teasing him. Slowly, she pushed in, thrusting a bit out and than thrusting a little bit farther in until she was fully sheathed. She stayed still for a while, letting him get used to the intrusion.
He had no idea that anal sex could feel like this. It hurt and felt really odd, but it also felt oddly pleasurable to be full and to be dominated. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have a real cock inside him, to feel a guy pulsing inside him, to actually let someone into him, how intimate that would have to be. Woah, was this what girls felt like when they had sex? Is this what Kurt would feel one day? If so, Kurt was a pretty lucky guy. "Please," he whispered.
"Please what?" Santana asked cruelly, circling her hips.
"Fuck, Santana, please fuck me fuck-ah!" Puck was cut off as she started fucking him with the fake cock. It was like he had no control over his voice, his throat just forming moans and groans as she thrust in and out of him. God, he would need to reassure Kurt that sex would actually feel fucking amazing for him because damn this was good. Kurt and his tight ass would totally love this. Damn it, why was he thinking about Kurt's tight ass during sex? He shook his head to try to clear it, focusing on the immense pleasure and slight burn he felt from Santana's thrusting.
Now Santana was a pretty observant person when it piqued her interest enough. And while most of the Glee Club was too obsessed with their own personal shit to notice, she had sex with the guy enough to realize he stared at Kurt's ass almost as much as she stared at hers. And while she gave it no thought past him being attracted to Lady Face, she was going to use it to her advantage, get him to come as soon as possible so she could get off from his tongue. Plus it was like the song said, a little mind fuck could be nice, and Santana liked fucking in any form possible.
So she leant over him, lowering her voice to try to sound like Kurt during the recent trying to be straight drama, "You like that…Noah?"
Puck froze at her words, Santana still thrusting. Santana never called him Noah. No one at that whole damn school called him Noah…well, except for Kurt, obviously. "Y-yeah…I do," he gasped out anyways, moving his hips again.
She reached underneath him, finding his nipple ring and twisting it, relishing in the groans he made. "I knew you'd love it, Noah. You'd never let any other guy fuck you, would you, Noah? You wouldn't let any other guy fill you up like this, huh?"
His brain didn't stopped questioning her words after that, automatically picturing exactly what she was implying: Kurt leaning over him and fucking him senseless, his full lips whispering dirty words into his ear. He really couldn't imagine any other guy dominating him like this, biting along his neck like she was doing now and moving their hips like Kurt was so good at, his voice growling like it had during that song-"Fuck, Kurt, I-" he came with a low groan and a shudder, images of Kurt's victorious smirk filling his inner eye as he fought to get his breath back.
Santana let out a low chuckle, pulling out of him and grinning more as he whined, his arms collapsing, his ass sticking out in the air. Smacking it, she said in her normal voice, "Get your head between my legs now."
Puck lifted his head, his eyes blinking sluggishly with confusion. Santana smirked at him and sat back, opening her legs. Oh yeah, that was part of the deal.
He looked at her pussy with a wolfish grin; Santana was fucking dripping. Licking his lips, he crawled over to her legs and lowered his head. He licked a fat stripe up her, her hands automatically clawing at his shaved head desperately. Yeah, it was good having game.