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Title: Love in Idleness
Chapter: 3/6
Pairing: Kurt/Puck, Timothy/Jonathan, Cole/Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms Were the World Mine, Glee
Warning: Crossover, hilarity, slash
Summary: Kurt meets Timothy and Jonathan and seeks a pansy of his own
Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to their respective owners
Notes: Knowledge of A Midsummer Night's Dream/Were the World Mine is generally beneficial but not necessarily needed. Enjoy!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
“Dad!”
“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing on my son?!”
Puck was yanked up and slammed into the wall, there was an odd noise from his throat as the air left his lungs and he choked.
“Dad!” Kurt was up as fast as he could. “Dad, this is Puck.” He carefully positioned his way between the two of them. “Puck is my...”
“I'm his boyfriend.”
Kurt's cheeks heated and he swallowed thickly. He looked up as his father backed up a little, shocked but also visibly relieved.
“Oh.”
“Noah Puckerman, sir. Everyone calls me Puck.” Puck offered his hand in greeting. Kurt's dad took it and shook.
“Nice to meet you.”
An awkward silence hung over the room as everyone avoided eye contact but Puck's strong arms wrapped around Kurt's form to hug him protectively.
“So...” Mr. Hummel started slowly. “Are you going to be staying for dinner, we're having chicken and baked potatoes.”
“Sounds great.”
There was a nod from the oldest in the room before Kurt's dad exited the room and Kurt groaned, covering his face with his hands. “That could have gone better.”
“It's okay, he'll deal.” Puck rubbed Kurt's back and kissed his neck.
Kurt smiled and nodded before turning in Puck's arms and kissing him. He pulled away and ran his hands down Puck's well toned chest. “I think you should put your shirt back on.”
“Oh.” Puck nodded and pulled on his t-shirt, shrugging into it. “Better?”
“No.” Kurt teased playfully, his arms going around Puck's form. “But my dad won't kill you now.”
Puck laughed and kissed along Kurt's jaw. “Oh...” He started slowly. “You can call me Noah if you'd like.”
Kurt's heart skipped a beat.
~*~
Kurt dressed simply the next day in Calvin Klein jeans and a dress shirt with tie. After a talk with his father which was no less awkward than the talk over the dinner table the previous night, Kurt was out the door.
The weather was nice enough that he decided to walk to school.
He selected the soundtrack to La Cage aux Folles as his walk-to-school music, grabbed a granola bar and his bag and headed out.
He was quietly singing along to Mascara when he rounded the corner and let out a little screech when someone invaded his personal space. He calmed down enough to realize it was Puck and smacked him on the chest, “don't do that!”
“Sorry!” Puck looked apologetic and watched as Kurt turned off his iPod and placed it in his bag. “I thought maybe you'd like company on your walk to school.”
Kurt blushed and pushed his hands into his coat pocket and looked to the ground. “I'd love that.”
They started walking and talking.
“How'd you sleep?”
“Wonderfully, you?”
“Great. I dreamt about you all night.”
Blush. Giggle.
“I can't wait to tell everyone.”
“You... You want to go public with us?”
“Why? Are you ashamed?”
“N-no. I care a lot for you Noah. I do. It's just... It's a big step telling people you're gay; it's an even bigger step showing them you're in a relationship with another boy. I just don't want you to get hurt.”
“Are you worried about getting hurt?”
“I... well... yes.”
Puck stopped walking and stepped in front of Kurt, releasing his hand and placing his hands on either of Kurt's shoulders, looking in his eyes. Kurt flushed but let his gaze meet Puck's. As their eyes locked, Puck pressed a gentle, chaste kiss on Kurt's mouth before pulling away with a smile.
“I'll protect you.”
Kurt Hummel died a little.
~*~
It was just before science class after lunch when Kurt stopped at his locker to switch binders. The morning had gone smoothly. Puck had gone off to class with a promise to be good and not say anything until Kurt was ready. He had kept to that promise.
“Hey Kurt, how'd that thing go yesterday?”
“Amazing.”
Mercedes looked eager for some hot gossip but Kurt ignored her for now. He opened his locker and blinked when a piece of paper fell out. Bending down, Kurt picked it up and read off of it:
As I write this letter, send my love to you,
Remember that I'll always be in love with you.
Treasure these few words till we're together
Keep all my love forever.
Smiling, Kurt leaned against his locker and sighed dreamily. Mercedes plucked the paper out of his hands and read it.
“I don't get it.”
“They're lyrics.” Kurt supplied, smiling like an idiot. “From P.S. I Love You. by The Beatles.”
“Ohhhh,” Mercedes nodded and then caught sight of Kurt's dreamy expression. “Is this a love note? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Shhh!” Kurt snatched up the paper and folded it neatly and then placed it in his binder.
“Who is it?”
“No one!” Kurt opened his binder and pulled out a piece of paper and a purple pen before beginning to scrawl down lyrics:
All my little plans and schemes,
Lost like some forgotten dreams,
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for you.
“What song is that from?”
“Mercedes!” Kurt hissed.
“Alright, sorry.”
Kurt folded up the little note and closed his locker. After a deep breath to compose himself he tugged on his sweater and nodded. He could do this.
“It's from Real Love by The Beatles.”
With that, Kurt strode off to slip the note in Puck's locker like it was just another day at school before making his way to science.
~*~
“You two are dating!?”
“Puck, you're gay?”
“I told you Tina, I win the bet!”
“C-c-congratulations.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“You're joking, right?”
The questions slammed them like a wall when they walked into the auditorium hand-in-hand.
Everyone was talking all at once and it was a bit too much for Kurt to handle. He slumped into a chair and took slow, deep breaths as he tried to regain himself. All the while Puck glared at everyone and held onto Kurt's hand supportively.
“You got a problem?”
“Yesterday you were ready to throw him through a wall,” Rachel supplied.
“Not true. I've been suppressing my feelings for him through violence.”
A few members of glee looked unimpressed while some looked understanding. Mr. Shue just shuffled his papers about.
“Are we going to get any singing done today?” Kurt finally asked, trying to divert attention.
“Absolutely!” Mr. Shue piped up. “We'll be singing from Sound of Music today. So please take your spots and some sheet music.”
~*~
“Hey, uh, Kurt...”
Kurt looked up from clasping his bag shut to see Finn smiling down at him.
“Yes?”
“I just wanted to let you know... Your... your thing with Puck...” Finn shifted a little, nervous. “I'm cool with it.”
“Thanks, Finn.” Kurt smiled and looked over at Puck, who was talking to Mr. Shue. “That means a lot to me.”
“Anytime, and... y'know... if anyone gives you a hard time or somethin' just let me know.”
Kurt smiled and nodded, picking up his bag. The strap caught on the chair's arm and sent the bag tumbling to the floor and the contents spilled out.
“Oh...” Kurt scrambled to pick up his papers and his books and pens.
“Here, let me help.”
“Thanks Finn but you don't have --” Kurt's words died and his eyes flew wide as he saw Finn bend down to pick up the pansy. He didn't even have time to reach out or scream 'Finn no!' before the flower had done it's thing and Finn dropped it back to the floor and his hands flew to his eyes.
Kurt dove for the flower and snatched it up before it could do any more damage. He straightened up, fully prepared to shove Finn in the direction of Rachel or Quinn but his heart stopped when Finn's eyes opened and settled onto his face.
Uh oh...
Crossposted
Chapter: 3/6
Pairing: Kurt/Puck, Timothy/Jonathan, Cole/Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms Were the World Mine, Glee
Warning: Crossover, hilarity, slash
Summary: Kurt meets Timothy and Jonathan and seeks a pansy of his own
Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to their respective owners
Notes: Knowledge of A Midsummer Night's Dream/Were the World Mine is generally beneficial but not necessarily needed. Enjoy!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
“Dad!”
“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing on my son?!”
Puck was yanked up and slammed into the wall, there was an odd noise from his throat as the air left his lungs and he choked.
“Dad!” Kurt was up as fast as he could. “Dad, this is Puck.” He carefully positioned his way between the two of them. “Puck is my...”
“I'm his boyfriend.”
Kurt's cheeks heated and he swallowed thickly. He looked up as his father backed up a little, shocked but also visibly relieved.
“Oh.”
“Noah Puckerman, sir. Everyone calls me Puck.” Puck offered his hand in greeting. Kurt's dad took it and shook.
“Nice to meet you.”
An awkward silence hung over the room as everyone avoided eye contact but Puck's strong arms wrapped around Kurt's form to hug him protectively.
“So...” Mr. Hummel started slowly. “Are you going to be staying for dinner, we're having chicken and baked potatoes.”
“Sounds great.”
There was a nod from the oldest in the room before Kurt's dad exited the room and Kurt groaned, covering his face with his hands. “That could have gone better.”
“It's okay, he'll deal.” Puck rubbed Kurt's back and kissed his neck.
Kurt smiled and nodded before turning in Puck's arms and kissing him. He pulled away and ran his hands down Puck's well toned chest. “I think you should put your shirt back on.”
“Oh.” Puck nodded and pulled on his t-shirt, shrugging into it. “Better?”
“No.” Kurt teased playfully, his arms going around Puck's form. “But my dad won't kill you now.”
Puck laughed and kissed along Kurt's jaw. “Oh...” He started slowly. “You can call me Noah if you'd like.”
Kurt's heart skipped a beat.
~*~
Kurt dressed simply the next day in Calvin Klein jeans and a dress shirt with tie. After a talk with his father which was no less awkward than the talk over the dinner table the previous night, Kurt was out the door.
The weather was nice enough that he decided to walk to school.
He selected the soundtrack to La Cage aux Folles as his walk-to-school music, grabbed a granola bar and his bag and headed out.
He was quietly singing along to Mascara when he rounded the corner and let out a little screech when someone invaded his personal space. He calmed down enough to realize it was Puck and smacked him on the chest, “don't do that!”
“Sorry!” Puck looked apologetic and watched as Kurt turned off his iPod and placed it in his bag. “I thought maybe you'd like company on your walk to school.”
Kurt blushed and pushed his hands into his coat pocket and looked to the ground. “I'd love that.”
They started walking and talking.
“How'd you sleep?”
“Wonderfully, you?”
“Great. I dreamt about you all night.”
Blush. Giggle.
“I can't wait to tell everyone.”
“You... You want to go public with us?”
“Why? Are you ashamed?”
“N-no. I care a lot for you Noah. I do. It's just... It's a big step telling people you're gay; it's an even bigger step showing them you're in a relationship with another boy. I just don't want you to get hurt.”
“Are you worried about getting hurt?”
“I... well... yes.”
Puck stopped walking and stepped in front of Kurt, releasing his hand and placing his hands on either of Kurt's shoulders, looking in his eyes. Kurt flushed but let his gaze meet Puck's. As their eyes locked, Puck pressed a gentle, chaste kiss on Kurt's mouth before pulling away with a smile.
“I'll protect you.”
Kurt Hummel died a little.
~*~
It was just before science class after lunch when Kurt stopped at his locker to switch binders. The morning had gone smoothly. Puck had gone off to class with a promise to be good and not say anything until Kurt was ready. He had kept to that promise.
“Hey Kurt, how'd that thing go yesterday?”
“Amazing.”
Mercedes looked eager for some hot gossip but Kurt ignored her for now. He opened his locker and blinked when a piece of paper fell out. Bending down, Kurt picked it up and read off of it:
As I write this letter, send my love to you,
Remember that I'll always be in love with you.
Treasure these few words till we're together
Keep all my love forever.
Smiling, Kurt leaned against his locker and sighed dreamily. Mercedes plucked the paper out of his hands and read it.
“I don't get it.”
“They're lyrics.” Kurt supplied, smiling like an idiot. “From P.S. I Love You. by The Beatles.”
“Ohhhh,” Mercedes nodded and then caught sight of Kurt's dreamy expression. “Is this a love note? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Shhh!” Kurt snatched up the paper and folded it neatly and then placed it in his binder.
“Who is it?”
“No one!” Kurt opened his binder and pulled out a piece of paper and a purple pen before beginning to scrawl down lyrics:
All my little plans and schemes,
Lost like some forgotten dreams,
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for you.
“What song is that from?”
“Mercedes!” Kurt hissed.
“Alright, sorry.”
Kurt folded up the little note and closed his locker. After a deep breath to compose himself he tugged on his sweater and nodded. He could do this.
“It's from Real Love by The Beatles.”
With that, Kurt strode off to slip the note in Puck's locker like it was just another day at school before making his way to science.
~*~
“You two are dating!?”
“Puck, you're gay?”
“I told you Tina, I win the bet!”
“C-c-congratulations.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“You're joking, right?”
The questions slammed them like a wall when they walked into the auditorium hand-in-hand.
Everyone was talking all at once and it was a bit too much for Kurt to handle. He slumped into a chair and took slow, deep breaths as he tried to regain himself. All the while Puck glared at everyone and held onto Kurt's hand supportively.
“You got a problem?”
“Yesterday you were ready to throw him through a wall,” Rachel supplied.
“Not true. I've been suppressing my feelings for him through violence.”
A few members of glee looked unimpressed while some looked understanding. Mr. Shue just shuffled his papers about.
“Are we going to get any singing done today?” Kurt finally asked, trying to divert attention.
“Absolutely!” Mr. Shue piped up. “We'll be singing from Sound of Music today. So please take your spots and some sheet music.”
~*~
“Hey, uh, Kurt...”
Kurt looked up from clasping his bag shut to see Finn smiling down at him.
“Yes?”
“I just wanted to let you know... Your... your thing with Puck...” Finn shifted a little, nervous. “I'm cool with it.”
“Thanks, Finn.” Kurt smiled and looked over at Puck, who was talking to Mr. Shue. “That means a lot to me.”
“Anytime, and... y'know... if anyone gives you a hard time or somethin' just let me know.”
Kurt smiled and nodded, picking up his bag. The strap caught on the chair's arm and sent the bag tumbling to the floor and the contents spilled out.
“Oh...” Kurt scrambled to pick up his papers and his books and pens.
“Here, let me help.”
“Thanks Finn but you don't have --” Kurt's words died and his eyes flew wide as he saw Finn bend down to pick up the pansy. He didn't even have time to reach out or scream 'Finn no!' before the flower had done it's thing and Finn dropped it back to the floor and his hands flew to his eyes.
Kurt dove for the flower and snatched it up before it could do any more damage. He straightened up, fully prepared to shove Finn in the direction of Rachel or Quinn but his heart stopped when Finn's eyes opened and settled onto his face.
Uh oh...
Crossposted