First Kiss (AU/PG-13) (31 Firsts)lumenbabyJanuary 5 2012, 19:42:41 UTC
Continuation of First Name.
It was just my luck that we'd be paired up as partners.
Puck had been a major ass hat to me for the past summer, tossing me into dumpsters and throwing slushies in my face when I least expected it. And he alway had that stupid smirk on his face before he'd wink and saunter off to find Finn or Santana.
And now we're English partners, paired up to do an assignment on Shakespeare' Romeo and Juliet. We're sitting in sitting on the couch in my bedroom, books and papers spread around us as I scratch words into the paper with a dying pen.
"So, like, this Shakespeare dude was a real smooth talker, yeah?"
"I'd really prefer it if we kept all contact to a minimum," I say, glancing up at him. "But, yes, he was a 'smooth talker'."
He is silent for a moment. "Do you think Quinn likes his stuff, or whatever?"
I drop my pen. "You like Quinn? As in, Finn Huson's girlfriend, Quinn Fabray?"
He nods. "Well, yeah. She's fucking hot."
I pull a face, shaking my head. "You're an idiot. Quinn is pretty much a virgin for life, and you're a grade-A slut."
Puck grins batting his lashes dramatically. "Oh, Kurt! You St the sweetest things!"
I throw my pen at him. "I don't like you."
He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the coushin. "Lighten up, dude."
"Did you just call me dude?"
"At least I don't call you faggot."
"Do you want me to hit you?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
Puck smirks wickedly. "So you are gay?"
I take a deep breath, exhaling with a huff. "I'll have you know that there are many successful gay men in the wo-"
He moves in a blur, one moment he's leaning against the couch, the next he's in front of my face.
"You talk too much," he mumbles softly, cupping my cheek in one hand and tipping my head forward. He presses his lips to mine, his thumb stroking along my cheekbone softy. I gasp, my eyes going wide. He slips his tongue into my mouth, first tracing my bottom lip than tanking out tongue together. I relax, sliding my hands up his back. I can feel him grin into the kiss.
He breaks the kiss, thumb still stroking my cheek.
It was just my luck that we'd be paired up as partners.
Puck had been a major ass hat to me for the past summer, tossing me into dumpsters and throwing slushies in my face when I least expected it. And he alway had that stupid smirk on his face before he'd wink and saunter off to find Finn or Santana.
And now we're English partners, paired up to do an assignment on Shakespeare' Romeo and Juliet. We're sitting in sitting on the couch in my bedroom, books and papers spread around us as I scratch words into the paper with a dying pen.
"So, like, this Shakespeare dude was a real smooth talker, yeah?"
"I'd really prefer it if we kept all contact to a minimum," I say, glancing up at him. "But, yes, he was a 'smooth talker'."
He is silent for a moment. "Do you think Quinn likes his stuff, or whatever?"
I drop my pen. "You like Quinn? As in, Finn Huson's girlfriend, Quinn Fabray?"
He nods. "Well, yeah. She's fucking hot."
I pull a face, shaking my head. "You're an idiot. Quinn is pretty much a virgin for life, and you're a grade-A slut."
Puck grins batting his lashes dramatically. "Oh, Kurt! You St the sweetest things!"
I throw my pen at him. "I don't like you."
He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the coushin. "Lighten up, dude."
"Did you just call me dude?"
"At least I don't call you faggot."
"Do you want me to hit you?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
Puck smirks wickedly. "So you are gay?"
I take a deep breath, exhaling with a huff. "I'll have you know that there are many successful gay men in the wo-"
He moves in a blur, one moment he's leaning against the couch, the next he's in front of my face.
"You talk too much," he mumbles softly, cupping my cheek in one hand and tipping my head forward. He presses his lips to mine, his thumb stroking along my cheekbone softy. I gasp, my eyes going wide. He slips his tongue into my mouth, first tracing my bottom lip than tanking out tongue together. I relax, sliding my hands up his back. I can feel him grin into the kiss.
He breaks the kiss, thumb still stroking my cheek.
"You're cute when you're all angry."
"Shut up and kiss me."
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