My Place In You Life 23.0/?
Author: allatingle
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck, the rest of the gang wanders in and out.
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warnings: None
Spoilers: I can't separate Glee from FF or RL anymore so lets say everything.
Disclaimer: Mine only in my warped imagination.
Summary: Kurt and Puck decide to have some fun together. Just fun, no strings. But being totally casual isn't as easy as it looks.
Word Count: 1707
A/N: Screw LJ and it's word count limits. Sometimes they exist, sometimes they don't, I can't figure the effing thing out.
Whatevs. I couldn't rationalize two separate chapters (believe me, I tried) so I had to split it into two parts and there only was only one place it made sense but I hated that the second part was way longer than the first, just because I am daft
and anal that way. Anyway, here it is, love me or leave me.
Oh, and this chapter does not answer the questions that everyone had after the previous chapter. Don't hate me. All good things in time.
“Okay, so we have some news,” Burt started and stopped, distracted by Finn as he blew bubbles in his glass of soda.
They had just finished Friday night dinner at a quaint little restaurant just outside of Lima in celebration of Burt and Carole’s one year anniversary. It was a lovely spot with sage colored tablecloths and warm lighting and a floor to ceiling fireplace in the centre of the dining room and therefore a totally inappropriate place for Finn to be blowing bubbles in his glass. Not that there was an appropriate place for that.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “You know if I didn’t actually know your mother, I would swear that you were raised by wolves.”
Finn sucked some soda into his straw and lifted it out of the glass, threatening to blow it at Kurt. Kurt shrieked and held his dessert menu in front of his face.
“Boys!” Carole scolded.
Finn let the soda drain into his mouth. “Sorry, Mom,” he mumbled, mouth still full.
“Wolves, Finn, wolves.”
“Are you two done?” Burt asked dryly.
It was Kurt’s turn to be contrite. “Sorry, Dad. What’s the news?”
Burt cleared his throat. “Well, Carole and I have been dating for a year now.”
The two of them grinned at each other for a moment before turning back to their children.
“And we love each other, “ Burt continued.
“So much,” Carole added.
“And I’ve know for a while that Carole was just... really special. She filled in all those places in me that had been empty for such a long time.”
“That was it exactly, like all of a sudden I was whole again when I didn’t even realize something was missing,” Carole gushed.
They gazed at each other and kissed. And kissed again.
“Um, hello, we’re still here,” Finn interrupted their snuggling.
They gazed at each other for a moment longer before they turned back to the boys and Carole held out her left hand to reveal a glistening solitaire diamond nestled in a band of white gold.
Kurt gasped.
“Whoa,” Finn gaped.
“It’s official,” Burt stated proudly.
“We’re getting married!” Carole squealed.
Kurt grabbed her hand. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful! How did I miss this all through dinner?”
“You’re getting married?” Finn asked.
“Dad, you picked this out all by yourself?” Kurt didn’t even try to mask his shock as he examined the ring carefully.
“Yes, I did, thanks for the vote of confidence, son.”
“Dad, please, you bought your watch at the gas station.”
“I only wear it at the garage.”
“And out to dinner,” Kurt noted, eyeing the offending accessory peeking out from the sleeve of Burt’s jacket.
Burt gave Kurt a look. “Keep bugging me about it and I’ll wear it to the wedding. Anyway, I obviously have excellent taste when it counts.” He wasn’t looking at Kurt anymore, though, he was looking at Carole.
Kurt looked at Carole, too, and squeezed her hand. “You do, Dad, you really do.”
“Finn, honey, are you okay? You haven’t said anything.” Carole asked her son carefully.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just... wow. I’m really happy for you guys. For all of us. We’re going to be a real family now.” He grinned his lopsided grin.
Burt reached across the table and patted Finn’s hand. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”
“Congratulations!” Kurt jumped up and rushed around the table to give Carole a hug and then Finn was up and they were all hugging and crying and laughing.
“So now that we’ve had this great dinner and announced our engagement...” Carole started when they were all back in their seats. She beamed at Burt before turning to face the boys, her eyes sparkling.
“Oh my God, you’re not pregnant are you?” Finn asked suddenly.
Kurt gasped again, although there was more horror than pleasant surprise this time.
“What? No!” Carole blurted quickly.
“Okay, good, ‘cause...” Finn made a face.
Burt snorted a laugh. “No, you two are more than enough. The next baby in our house will be a grandbaby,” he paused and looked at both boys meaningfully, “Many, many years from now.”
Kurt raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, don’t look at me. Unwanted pregnancy is not exactly on the list of teenage issues I may encounter.”
“Yeah and I practically have to beg Rachel to even-" Finn cut off abruptly.
The table stilled as Carole and Burt eyed Finn.
“Large, dim-witted wolves,” Kurt muttered.
Carole regarded her son for a moment, clearly debating whether or not to explore the contents of the Pandora’s box he had just cracked the lid on. Kurt held his breath and focused on the ways in which he would torture and kill his soon to be step-brother if they ended up on the receiving end of a lecture on safe sex over dessert. Fortunately for Finn, Carole decided against it.
“What I was going to say is that it’s our anniversary and although it was lovely having dinner together -as a family- Burt and I would like to spend the rest of it alone. We’re going dancing and then spending the night in Columbus, so you two are on your own. Go meet up with your friends and-"
Carole barely had the words out of her mouth before the boys had their phones out and were typing quickly.
“They would’ve been heroes in the old west,” Burt remarked but Carole just smiled and kissed him.
Kurt hit send on his message to Mercedes and looked up. “Maybe you guys should skip dancing and go straight to the hotel,” he suggested, wryly.
“Dude!” Finn protested.
Kurt grimaced, having forgotten for a second that the two people kissing and gazing at each other like they couldn’t wait to be alone were parents. Their parents. “Eww, yeah, okay, forget I said that. Go dancing. Please.”
“I don’t know, you might be on to something there, Kurt,” Burt suggested slyly.
Carole giggled and swatted at him and the boys groaned.
“Okay, we’re leaving,” Finn jumped up and grabbed Kurt’s arm.
“Yeah, have fun.”
“Dude!” Finn almost shouted.
“Oh! No, I didn’t mean... I just... bye.” He gave them a discomfited wave and let Finn drag him away, Burt and Carole's laughter following them out.
He fired off another quick text on the way to the parking lot but this one wasn’t to his best friend.
From kwintour: Dad and Carole spending the night in Columbus. Stay over?
From #1badass: HELL YES
Kurt smiled and then laughed at the next one that popped up.
From #1badass: can we skip the LB
From kwintour: No. Patience is a virtue.
From #1badass: virtue is overrated
From kwintour: But I’m not. I’ll be worth the wait.
From #1badass: im counting on it
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The Lima Bean was always crowded on Friday nights and when Kurt and Finn arrived, New Directions was crowded into a back corner, already too many people and not enough seats. Finn scooped Rachel out of the easy chair she was sitting in and plopped into it, pulling her down into his lap. Tina moved from her spot beside Puck on the couch to share an overstuffed ottoman with Mercedes and Kurt slid easily into the space she left behind. Puck shifted to give Kurt room and slid his arm across the back of the couch behind him. The boys spilled the news about their parents engagement and Kurt’s plans for the perfect wedding.
“‘Hey, Princess Peach, you realize you’re not the one getting married right?” Santana asked when he had finished his description of the flower arrangements.
“I’m the only one with any sense of style in our newly formed family,” Kurt sniffed, airily.
“Hey!” Finn protested.
“Really Finn? Your wardrobe consists of T-shirts, jeans and hoodies all in varying shades of blue, green and grey.”
“I have that yellow and black rugby shirt.”
Kurt wrinkled his nose. “The one that makes you look like a giant bumble bee? No, you don’t, I confiscated it the last time I was at your house.”
“Hey, you can’t do that!”
“Trust me, it was for your own good.”
“Aw, look, they’re already fighting like brothers,” Tina cooed.
“I want a lock on my door in the new house,” Finn declared.
“Wait, you guys are moving? But you’re staying in Lima right?” Mercedes asked, stricken.
“Don’t worry ‘Cedes, whatever crime I committed in my previous life has ensured that I remain trapped here in Hades until college,” Kurt lamented with a sigh. “We’re just looking for something bigger, so we won’t be tripping over Marmaduke over there.” He nodded at Finn.
Finn threw a balled up napkin at him. “You'd better hope there’s a lock on your door, little brother.”
They all prattled on about blended families and fall weddings and the awesome new Hummel-Hudson compound and Kurt counted three yawns and two stretches from Noah. He smirked, because he knew damn well that Noah wasn’t the least bit tired, but steadfastly ignored him and kept chatting with their friends.
The conversation moved on to the end of the year showcase (Rachel) and finals (Brittany?) and Prom (everyone else). Noah leaned his head back against the couch and stretched his arms up to the ceiling again and Kurt had to work hard not to laugh aloud.
It was Finn, even less subtle than Puck, that got them moving.
“Okay, my Mom’s not back ‘till tomorrow, so me and Rachel are gonna go fool around.”
“Finn!” Rachel shrieked, supposedly outraged, but she was grabbing her purse and jacket.
“Well, I’m wiped, Kurt can you give me a ride?” Puck asked.
Kurt unfolded from the couch. “Sure. Mercedes, are you ready?” He asked, because that’s what best friends do.
She gave him an all too knowing look and politely declined, because that is also what best friends do. “No, you go ahead, I want to finish my latte. Tina, can I get a ride from you and Mike?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Tina confirmed, because her parents were home and Mike’s parents were home so nothing was going on there anyway.
Puck stood up and slipped on his jacket as Kurt finished the last of his coffee.
“Nighty night, boo,” Mercedes sang sweetly. “Sleep tight.”
Kurt ignored her saucy look and waved goodnight to his friends.
Part 2