Making It Right.. Part 5 in the "4 Minutes" Series

Jun 05, 2010 11:43



Title: Making it Right
Author: Kaellite
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were Puck would have claimed Kurt a long time ago
Warnings: Language,
Word Count: 1144
Rating: R
Summary: Someone made his Angel cry, Noah's going to fix that

Spoilers:  Kinda/sorta through “Funk” (but I’ve changed what happened, you’ll see)

A/N: Finally inspiration came for the next part in this series.….


No big deal, he’d charm Mr. Hummel just liked he charmed the ladies. No wait, if Mr, Hummel liked cock, oh God, he so did not want to think about that. No, he’d charm Mr. Hummel just like he had the parents of the girls he’d dated. Like Mr. and Mrs….well there was a first time for everything.

“What do you want Punk?”

Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. The Dude is scary. Hey Princess, why so sad? What the fuck? You’ve been crying.

“Did your Dad do that?” Scary or not, I’m still gonna pummel him if he made you cry.

“No, Puck, just..”

“Who then?” Cause my guns have got some ammo to unload.

“It’s been taken care of son.” Puck looked at Kurt, then realized that Mr. Hummel was talking to him.

“No it hasn’t. It’s not taken care of until whoever did that to him is crying through his bandages.” Just tell me who, damn it because the Princess doesn’t cry, not when he’s slammed against lockers, or thrown in dumpsters or…well fuck.

Puck moved past Hummels’ scary father. “Hey Angel, just tell me who made you cry, okay? I’ll take care of it.” He took a deep breath and looked at the father. “Mr. Hummel, tell me who. I know I’ve been a shit to your son, dumpster tossing, slushies and all.  I mean it’s how high school works, top of the food chain and all that but the Angel here didn’t deserve it. So after you cut off my balls for what I did, tell me who and I’ll fix him.   And Angel, even if you don’t go out with me, no one’s going to mess with you again.” What the fuck? Where did that come from? Puckzilla doesn’t’ go out with people, unless it’s to a motel. What are you doing to me Angel?

“You want to go out with me? You do realize that Sylvester may drop me if she ever manages to destroy show choir, in which case you’d be dating the lowest of the low?”

“Princess, if she drops you, you’d still be dating the biggest badass in town. If you can handle that.”

Oh, now there was a smile, that was more like it.

“Then yes, you can take me to dinner and a movie, after Nationals for the Cheerios and Regionals for Glee. There’ll be too much going on between now and then for any sort of social interaction.” Kurt caught his Dad’s nod, and headed out of sight.

“Not so fast son. How about you sit down for a minute, we need to have a talk.” Shit, this was why he’d avoided dating, one of the reasons, not getting some until the second date was another. Why did he have a feeling it’d be even longer with Kurt? Why was he still there even? Puck followed Mr. Hummel into the surprisingly not pristine living room. I’ll bet Princess’ room is all neat and white. I’ll have fun teaching him how good it can be to get messy. Not now, you don’t want the man to cut off your balls and your dick.

“You want to date my son?”

“Yes sir.”

“This is a first for me.” Me too. “If Kurt was a girl, or liked girls I’d know what to say, but he’s not, he’s just..he’s my Kurt. So, you going to be good to him?”

“Yes sir.”

“You going to stop doing stuff for those ladies other than cleaning pools?” Fuck, how does he know about that? “They come into my garage, and they talk.”

I’ll bet, bet a few of them flirt with you too. Why’d you never get married again? Damn, you must have really loved her. “Yes sir, I’m going to stop. As of tonight.” God Damn Angel, the things I’m doing for you.

“You’re not going to do anything he doesn’t want or isn’t ready for.”

That wasn’t a question. “No Sir, I’m not.”

“And when he is ready, you’re going to use protection and all that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Then his curfew is 10:3.0 on school nights, 11:30 on weekends. You pick him up, and you pay. Oh and Puckerman, if I find he’s cried or got upset or you’ve hurt him…”

I know, they’ll be looking for the pieces of my body all over town. “I understand.”

*****

Damn Hudson, stealing my thunder. Pretty cool though all us Gleeks making Karofsky run. Yeah Dave come back with more, I’ll take em on by myself and you’ll be crying before it’s over. Nice legs Princess, hope you’re saving those shoes.

*****

Well fuck! You’re depressed Angel, is that why I’m not getting any, not even a kiss? I know you said not till after Nationals and that shit, but I thought you were kidding. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve jacked off? 3 hours. And I didn’t have to do that before you, ever.

At least that asshole Jesse is gone. Yeah I saw the look he gave you. Don’t tell me he was trying to look like the stud I am for Berry. No way, he wanted you. Not going to get you, is he Princess? Especially not after you’ve had a taste of my cock. Don’t worry Princess, I was just kidding about the fromunder cheese, I’d never do that to you. Gonna treat you like the Princess you are, give you a royal fucking, regularly too.

*****

Noah could have gotten a job with Mr. Hummel, even he knew that made sense, especially since the whole thing was about tires, and revenge. But he didn’t want to owe the man, he wanted to show that he could take care of things, and the Princess without asking the father for help. So here he was working for Mr. Schuester’s ex, and God was he glad to be done with cougars, let Finn have this one. She was trouble.

Not as much trouble as that Jesse kid, because as annoying as Berry was she was kind of like his sister. Lisa could be bratty and selfish too, so you had to take her down a peg or two, didn’t mean he didn’t like her.   Especially now that he had Kurt, or would soon. Sure Berry had great tits, but it seemed like too much compared to Kurt.

“Finn, Mike, Matt, lets go.” We’re going to kick some ass. What the hell are you doing Princess?   Did you hear your name? No. Cause that’s not how this works. I’m the man, I take care of business, you job is to stay safe. Talk like that again to him Mr. Schue and you’ll be talking out the side of your face. But Damn, Angel, you take orders good. We’ll have to try that out sometime, and you’ll like mine much better than Schuesters.


author: kaellite, r, series: 4 minutes, multipart wip

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