Tiny Secrets 4/?
For the first time since his mother died, Kurt Hummel felt absolutely
Relaxed.
Who would’ve thought that a boy who called himself Puck (of all things)-
Who had at one point tossed him in to one of the many dumpsters surrounding the school,
And was now WASHING his hair, was actually
Kind of
Nice-
(GAWD this feels good)
Kurt opened his eyes and noticed Puck staring at him again, but this time he was looking down.
Kurt blushed.
Puck smirked.
Just ignore it, just ignore it... and keep your mind off what he must be thinking and just wonder why he’s being so nice .
And how he is sort of
HOT...
Kurt licked his lips and mentally shook himself.
Think about …
Puck lacking in the fashion department.
Yeah.
Aannnddd really-
“What kind of name is Puck?’
Puck snickered.
“Did I just say that out loud?” Kurt said with a gulp.
“Yup!”
...
“Don’t worry I’m not going to trash your pretty face.”
...
“You think I’m pretty?” Kurt asked seriously.
Puck ignored the question, and instead asked curiously, “Have you ever read a Midsummer Night’s Dream?”
“Umm, theatre buff...and really who hasn’t. But, what does that-“
“The fairy that helps King Oberon throughout the play is named Puck.” Then he whispered. “My Ma says he’s the most mischievous, devious and strangely kind character Shakespeare ever wrote.”
Kurt smiled at that, and then thought about it and couldn’t help the laughter that burst out of him.
“You’re a fairy too!” He spit out between breaths.
Puck couldn’t help but chuckle. “I guess I deserved that.”
Kurt sobered up immediately.
“I’m sorry.” Kurt said shaking his head in Puck’s hands.“No one deserves that.” Kurt said., looking directly into Puck’s eyes.
Puck just stared into those eyes. Puck felt that insistent needling feeling come over him again.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”
Kurt’s eyes widened at that, and he tilted his head to the side.
Suddenly, Kurt couldn’t stop himself from noticing Puck anymore.
Hundreds of images flashed through his mind.
Puck staring at him in his uniform.
Puck giving him sly glances in the hallway.
The images started morphing and suddenly all Kurt saw was-
Puck kissing him over and over.
Puck pushing into his-
Kurt felt himself get harder.
And when Puck stared at his crotch, this time Kurt didn’t blush, he smiled.
Raising an eyebrow Kurt turned around and heard himself say, “And you thought I was going to be the one to hit on you.”