Tiny Secrets 7/?
Kurt Hummel had never actually had a boyfriend before.
Sure he had kissed Brittany ,
Oh and that one guy at camp the other year
But never a
Boyfriend.
And Noah Puckerman seemed to be signing up for the job.
Could he trust this new Puck?
“Why me?” Kurt mumbled under his breath. “I mean why you do like me?”
Kurt really wanted to, especially after everything that had happened today.
Puck’s cool demeanor seemed to fade with his confidence and then, almost shyly, he said , “Because you remind me of me, except you don’t let life get you down. Not to mention you have got to be the biggest bitch in school and you have the best ass I have ever seen. Why not you?”
Kurt thought about that for a minute, wondering whether or not to be insulated. “Ahh, Puck I thought you were straight?”
“Hmph! Figures. You know statistically speaking most people are bisexual in nature, how else would one have friends of the opposite sex? Something about your friend attracts you to them, maybe not romantically; but there is always room for it. It just depends on where you are on the line of bisexuality... I just happen to fall more into the one end - “
Kurt stopped Puck right there. Leaning inward before Puck say anything else. “You really are smart aren’t you?” And then almost coyly, “I like smart men.” Kurt moved a little closer and nodded his head, tilting it to the side. “A definite turn on.”
Puck gulped.
And even though Kurt knew he was the person with less experience, he knew one thing. Kurt had liked boys a lot longer than Puck; so he would need to make the first move.
Moving very slowly Kurt rose up on his tip toes, placed a gentle hand on Puck bicep, and ever so slowly, placed a feather light kiss to Puck’s lips.
Puck looked surprised for a second then started to kiss back.
Kurt’s foot popped up, and he laughed into Puck’s mouth.
“What’s so funny?”
“My foot popped, I have a feeling if we had a picture of that it’d look like one of those 1940’s pin-up shots; where the girl has her first real kiss and her foot just pops.”
Puck smiled, and then held out his hand. Kurt looked at the hand and gently placed his palm in it. Then with a side glance asked, “You okay with what happened? You’re not going to run and hide if someone sees us holding hands?”
“No...” Then with more conviction. “No. I don’t think so, I’m not going to lie Kurt, this is new to me. But I think I can handle holding hands. Okay, off to HMV.”
O-O
Puck looked like he was about to fly off into space. (If that is even a look, close to how scared I am right now!)
Kurt was holding up six CD’s, all of different musicals and Puck was wondering how Kurt is even capable of holding up six freaking CD’s?
“Okay so here are my favourites.”
Wicked, of course- one cannot go wrong with Elphaba.
The Phantom of the Opera, because really who can go wrong with John Barrowman as Raoul?
Funny Girl, even though Rachael had effectively ruined half the songs, Barbara is still the best.
Thoroughly Modern Millie, Julie Andrews was just wonderful in the movie adaptation.
Guys and Dolls, because Frankie’s in the movie version, and
Legally Blonde, is just plain fabulous.
Rent could probably be up here too but I ran out of room in my hands.”
Kurt looked at Puck, he figured that Puck looked like some sort of dog that had just heard he was about to go the vet to get neutered.
“You know musicals aren’t all that bad. We could probably find one you think is awesome. But first we need to educate you in the ways of Broadway.”
Puck felt a little confused, and a whole lot horrified. Musicals were so not his thing. Rock is... “ Okay, I’ll learn about Broadway if you learn about Classic Rock and Metal. Come on my turn.” He finished flippantly finishing with a, “We’ll find something you like. Then we’ll switch.”
Kurt shook his head in defeat; he’d just have to make Puck watch some of his extensive musical collection. Starting with Funny Girl, Kurt figured Noah would appreciate it if the more famous Jewish actress went first.
O-O
Puck and Kurt left the mall with their arms filled with bags.
Even if Kurt said he wasn’t going to give Puck an official makeover; he had walked out of that mall with more clothes than Kurt. Which Kurt had so kindly found for him, at affordable stores.
Both of them got into the vehicle.
‘If I had you life would be a party it’d be everything, If I- ‘
Kurt looked around frantically. “I knew I was forgetting something. Stupid cell, Mercedes has probably left a dozen messages.”
Finally, Kurt found his phone, the ringtone dying in his ears; scrolling through his texts most of them were from Mercedes. Kurt went to his voicemail.
You have five new messages.
Message One
White Boy where the hell did you run off to with Puck? We’re all a little worried.
Message Two
Kurt umm, Artie and I were wondering where you went with Puck? Just because you never skip class- even if this wasn’t really class. I hope you come to glee later.
Message Three
Dude, where’d you go? If Puck kills you I am so not telling Mom and Burt.
Message Four
Kurt this is one of your Glee captains speaking, and I just felt the need to tell you that even if something is wrong with Puck right now or with you - you should still come to Glee today and sing about your feelings.
Message Five
Seriously Kurt I’m worried, please come to Glee so I now that Puck didn’t kill you.
Kurt turned to Puck. “I think we better go to Glee, you up to it?”
“I guess so, but can I ask why we have to go?”
“Half of the people that called me thought you were going to kill me the other half are just worried.” Puck shrugged his shoulders. The quirked an eyebrow up. “Off to see the wizard?”
Kurt finished his it off in his clear countertenor. “The wonderful wizard of Oz.”
Entering the vehicle Kurt turned it on, and before he pulled out of the stall, without looking at Puck shyly asked. “After do you think we could continue this date thing we’re doing, maybe watch a movie?”
Puck rolled his lips into his mouth then gave the biggest smile Kurt had ever seen.
“It’s still your birthday babe, we can do whatever you want.
Sure he had kissed Brittany ,
Oh and that one guy at camp the other year
But never a
Boyfriend.
And Noah Puckerman seemed to be signing up for the job.
Could he trust this new Puck?
“Why me?” Kurt mumbled under his breath. “I mean why you do like me?”
Kurt really wanted to, especially after everything that had happened today.
Puck’s cool demeanor seemed to fade with his confidence and then, almost shyly, he said , “Because you remind me of me, except you don’t let life get you down. Not to mention you have got to be the biggest bitch in school and you have the best ass I have ever seen. Why not you?”
Kurt thought about that for a minute, wondering whether or not to be insulated. “Ahh, Puck I thought you were straight?”
“Hmph! Figures. You know statistically speaking most people are bisexual in nature, how else would one have friends of the opposite sex? Something about your friend attracts you to them, maybe not romantically; but there is always room for it. It just depends on where you are on the line of bisexuality... I just happen to fall more into the one end - “
Kurt stopped Puck right there. Leaning inward before Puck say anything else. “You really are smart aren’t you?” And then almost coyly, “I like smart men.” Kurt moved a little closer and nodded his head, tilting it to the side. “A definite turn on.”
Puck gulped.
And even though Kurt knew he was the person with less experience, he knew one thing. Kurt had liked boys a lot longer than Puck; so he would need to make the first move.
Moving very slowly Kurt rose up on his tip toes, placed a gentle hand on Puck bicep, and ever so slowly, placed a feather light kiss to Puck’s lips.
Puck looked surprised for a second then started to kiss back.
Kurt’s foot popped up, and he laughed into Puck’s mouth.
“What’s so funny?”
“My foot popped, I have a feeling if we had a picture of that it’d look like one of those 1940’s pin-up shots; where the girl has her first real kiss and her foot just pops.”
Puck smiled, and then held out his hand. Kurt looked at the hand and gently placed his palm in it. Then with a side glance asked, “You okay with what happened? You’re not going to run and hide if someone sees us holding hands?”
“No...” Then with more conviction. “No. I don’t think so, I’m not going to lie Kurt, this is new to me. But I think I can handle holding hands. Okay, off to HMV.”
O-O
Puck looked like he was about to fly off into space. (If that is even a look, close to how scared I am right now!)
Kurt was holding up six CD’s, all of different musicals and Puck was wondering how Kurt is even capable of holding up six freaking CD’s?
“Okay so here are my favourites.”
Wicked, of course- one cannot go wrong with Elphaba.
The Phantom of the Opera, because really who can go wrong with John Barrowman as Raoul?
Funny Girl, even though Rachael had effectively ruined half the songs, Barbara is still the best.
Thoroughly Modern Millie, Julie Andrews was just wonderful in the movie adaptation.
Guys and Dolls, because Frankie’s in the movie version, and
Legally Blonde, is just plain fabulous.
Rent could probably be up here too but I ran out of room in my hands.”
Kurt looked at Puck, he figured that Puck looked like some sort of dog that had just heard he was about to go the vet to get neutered.
“You know musicals aren’t all that bad. We could probably find one you think is awesome. But first we need to educate you in the ways of Broadway.”
Puck felt a little confused, and a whole lot horrified. Musicals were so not his thing. Rock is... “ Okay, I’ll learn about Broadway if you learn about Classic Rock and Metal. Come on my turn.” He finished flippantly finishing with a, “We’ll find something you like. Then we’ll switch.”
Kurt shook his head in defeat; he’d just have to make Puck watch some of his extensive musical collection. Starting with Funny Girl, Kurt figured Noah would appreciate it if the more famous Jewish actress went first.
O-O
Puck and Kurt left the mall with their arms filled with bags.
Even if Kurt said he wasn’t going to give Puck an official makeover; he had walked out of that mall with more clothes than Kurt. Which Kurt had so kindly found for him, at affordable stores.
Both of them got into the vehicle.
‘If I had you life would be a party it’d be everything, If I- ‘
Kurt looked around frantically. “I knew I was forgetting something. Stupid cell, Mercedes has probably left a dozen messages.”
Finally, Kurt found his phone, the ringtone dying in his ears; scrolling through his texts most of them were from Mercedes. Kurt went to his voicemail.
You have five new messages.
Message One
White Boy where the hell did you run off to with Puck? We’re all a little worried.
Message Two
Kurt umm, Artie and I were wondering where you went with Puck? Just because you never skip class- even if this wasn’t really class. I hope you come to glee later.
Message Three
Dude, where’d you go? If Puck kills you I am so not telling Mom and Burt.
Message Four
Kurt this is one of your Glee captains speaking, and I just felt the need to tell you that even if something is wrong with Puck right now or with you - you should still come to Glee today and sing about your feelings.
Message Five
Seriously Kurt I’m worried, please come to Glee so I now that Puck didn’t kill you.
Kurt turned to Puck. “I think we better go to Glee, you up to it?”
“I guess so, but can I ask why we have to go?”
“Half of the people that called me thought you were going to kill me the other half are just worried.” Puck shrugged his shoulders. The quirked an eyebrow up. “Off to see the wizard?”
Kurt finished his it off in his clear countertenor. “The wonderful wizard of Oz.”
Entering the vehicle Kurt turned it on, and before he pulled out of the stall, without looking at Puck shyly asked. “After do you think we could continue this date thing we’re doing, maybe watch a movie?”
Puck rolled his lips into his mouth then gave the biggest smile Kurt had ever seen.
“It’s still your birthday babe, we can do whatever you want.