What Happened in Vegas? Oh that... (3/?)
Title: What Happened in Vegas? Oh that...
Author: the_marlinator
Pairing: Non-est Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, Drinking and Sexual references
Spoilers: To sectionals to be safe.
Summary: [future fic] Drinking, it's all fun and games till someone gets hitched.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. If I did I'd be in there singing and dancing with them. No joke.
Beta: The ever helpful lezi who helped turn the awkward, wordy phrasing of my mind in to sentences.
Notes: Golly gosh, I apologise for the wait! I was having trouble making the story move at a believable pace, and I have to give a huge thanks to my beta (lezi) for the suggestions. Well here is the third chapter and hopefully it doesn't disappoint.
Cursing Cameras and Laptops
Puck stood silently, as if frozen, while a panicked Kurt tore the picture from his numbed hands. The other man’s continued rants and ramblings were blocked from his mind as he considered what this all could possibly mean.
Drunken people lost their inhibitions, right? Did that mean he subconsciously wanted to be with Kurt? He knew what would happen if he got Kurt drunk: he would get friendly and offer to take Puck’s clothes off. But the question was, did he want Kurt to take his clothes off?
He eyed Kurt as the man flailed about the hotel room, red in the face from yelling. The answer was yes… yes, he did.
Now, Puck would never admit it to anybody, but he did have a small crush on Hummel, once upon a time. But how could he not? Kurt had this sassy, hard-to-get attitude that Puck found extremely sexy. Puck was (had always been) drawn to confidence like a moth to a flame, and if he had been sure that Kurt wouldn’t have freaked out and ditched him like a last-season jacket, Puck so would have tapped that back in high school.
And as loathe as he was to admit it, even to himself--it made him sound like such a girl--Puck would rather have Kurt’s witty banter and the loyalty of their friendship instead of screwing it all up over some hormonal teenage fantasies.
As he turned to face Kurt, he cursed himself for finding the other’s flustered state attractive. Kurt’s hair was messy as he rushed around the hotel room looking for his pants; his cheeks were flushed as he hastily sent various items of clothing flying throughout the room. He was ranting about calling a friend who was lawyer, and getting the entire mess sorted out.
“I’ll just call Harvey and see whether this instance would require an annulment or a divorce,” Kurt said over his shoulder. “I mean, we weren’t sober when we got married, so it can’t be fully legal, right? I know we…” Kurt swallowed compulsively. “We consummated the marriage, but this is just a silly Vegas wedding. I don’t think I was even sober enough to sign the marriage certificate. I think we will be able to fix this cleanly. And no one needs to know - right? It’ll be like this whole disaster never even happened.”
Puck broke out of his reverie, considering his options. This was a perfect time for him to finally admit his feelings to Kurt, let him know that maybe they shouldn't be too hasty and that all things happen for a reason and all that destiny shit and risk Kurt’s reaction.
Or… he could just go along with Kurt and end their drunken union and continue to have their friendship. Puck decided he would rather have Kurt forever as a friend, than risk losing him over a silly high school crush. He still got to sleep with him right? The feelings would eventually (hopefully) go away.
So Puck just laughed and agreed with Kurt, bold enough to mention that this would be a great story to look back and laugh at one day.
Kurt blanched and continued to ramble about how he was going to sort this whole mess out. He had become determined to end this marriage and put this drunken mistake behind him. It didn’t matter that he found him extremely attractive standing there in nothing but a pair of pants, his bare chest catching the morning light just right - no. No, snap out of it! Yes, Puck was extremely attractive but that didn't make up for his lack of boyfriend material.
Friend or no friend, Puck was (for lack of a better word) an ass. He would say the wrong things at the wrong times, convince him to participate in stupid drinking games and then laugh about the disastrous consequences later. That's the problem with attractive men, they are total douches.
So he was going to sort this out, there was no way he was going to be united for eternity to this spontaneous, frustrating moron. Kurt was not a fan of spontaneity, and it was currently doing horrors to his complexion. Kurt Hummel was in control, damn it! He was going to figure this whole situation out.
Then it hit him. “Google,” Kurt muttered. “We’ll find the answer on Google--it hasn’t failed me yet!” Puck rolled his eyes as Kurt headed toward Puck’s laptop, determination glowing in his eyes.
When Kurt flipped open the laptop his jaw dropped. There, open on the screen, was Puck’s Facebook page with an uploaded picture of him and Kurt…
Kissing in their wedding attire. Puck’s arm was poised upwards, he was obviously taking the picture, and a bottle of tequila was grasped firmly in Kurt’s right hand. The caption underneath the photo read, ‘JUST MARRIED!!’
Kurt’s head spun. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Kurt muttered. Puck turned around hearing Kurt’s woeful mantra and saw what was displayed on the screen.
It suddenly made their “let’s-just-erase-the-whole-night” plan a bit more difficult… okay, a lot more difficult.
Part 4
Author: the_marlinator
Pairing: Non-est Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, Drinking and Sexual references
Spoilers: To sectionals to be safe.
Summary: [future fic] Drinking, it's all fun and games till someone gets hitched.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. If I did I'd be in there singing and dancing with them. No joke.
Beta: The ever helpful lezi who helped turn the awkward, wordy phrasing of my mind in to sentences.
Notes: Golly gosh, I apologise for the wait! I was having trouble making the story move at a believable pace, and I have to give a huge thanks to my beta (lezi) for the suggestions. Well here is the third chapter and hopefully it doesn't disappoint.
Cursing Cameras and Laptops
Puck stood silently, as if frozen, while a panicked Kurt tore the picture from his numbed hands. The other man’s continued rants and ramblings were blocked from his mind as he considered what this all could possibly mean.
Drunken people lost their inhibitions, right? Did that mean he subconsciously wanted to be with Kurt? He knew what would happen if he got Kurt drunk: he would get friendly and offer to take Puck’s clothes off. But the question was, did he want Kurt to take his clothes off?
He eyed Kurt as the man flailed about the hotel room, red in the face from yelling. The answer was yes… yes, he did.
Now, Puck would never admit it to anybody, but he did have a small crush on Hummel, once upon a time. But how could he not? Kurt had this sassy, hard-to-get attitude that Puck found extremely sexy. Puck was (had always been) drawn to confidence like a moth to a flame, and if he had been sure that Kurt wouldn’t have freaked out and ditched him like a last-season jacket, Puck so would have tapped that back in high school.
And as loathe as he was to admit it, even to himself--it made him sound like such a girl--Puck would rather have Kurt’s witty banter and the loyalty of their friendship instead of screwing it all up over some hormonal teenage fantasies.
As he turned to face Kurt, he cursed himself for finding the other’s flustered state attractive. Kurt’s hair was messy as he rushed around the hotel room looking for his pants; his cheeks were flushed as he hastily sent various items of clothing flying throughout the room. He was ranting about calling a friend who was lawyer, and getting the entire mess sorted out.
“I’ll just call Harvey and see whether this instance would require an annulment or a divorce,” Kurt said over his shoulder. “I mean, we weren’t sober when we got married, so it can’t be fully legal, right? I know we…” Kurt swallowed compulsively. “We consummated the marriage, but this is just a silly Vegas wedding. I don’t think I was even sober enough to sign the marriage certificate. I think we will be able to fix this cleanly. And no one needs to know - right? It’ll be like this whole disaster never even happened.”
Puck broke out of his reverie, considering his options. This was a perfect time for him to finally admit his feelings to Kurt, let him know that maybe they shouldn't be too hasty and that all things happen for a reason and all that destiny shit and risk Kurt’s reaction.
Or… he could just go along with Kurt and end their drunken union and continue to have their friendship. Puck decided he would rather have Kurt forever as a friend, than risk losing him over a silly high school crush. He still got to sleep with him right? The feelings would eventually (hopefully) go away.
So Puck just laughed and agreed with Kurt, bold enough to mention that this would be a great story to look back and laugh at one day.
Kurt blanched and continued to ramble about how he was going to sort this whole mess out. He had become determined to end this marriage and put this drunken mistake behind him. It didn’t matter that he found him extremely attractive standing there in nothing but a pair of pants, his bare chest catching the morning light just right - no. No, snap out of it! Yes, Puck was extremely attractive but that didn't make up for his lack of boyfriend material.
Friend or no friend, Puck was (for lack of a better word) an ass. He would say the wrong things at the wrong times, convince him to participate in stupid drinking games and then laugh about the disastrous consequences later. That's the problem with attractive men, they are total douches.
So he was going to sort this out, there was no way he was going to be united for eternity to this spontaneous, frustrating moron. Kurt was not a fan of spontaneity, and it was currently doing horrors to his complexion. Kurt Hummel was in control, damn it! He was going to figure this whole situation out.
Then it hit him. “Google,” Kurt muttered. “We’ll find the answer on Google--it hasn’t failed me yet!” Puck rolled his eyes as Kurt headed toward Puck’s laptop, determination glowing in his eyes.
When Kurt flipped open the laptop his jaw dropped. There, open on the screen, was Puck’s Facebook page with an uploaded picture of him and Kurt…
Kissing in their wedding attire. Puck’s arm was poised upwards, he was obviously taking the picture, and a bottle of tequila was grasped firmly in Kurt’s right hand. The caption underneath the photo read, ‘JUST MARRIED!!’
Kurt’s head spun. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Kurt muttered. Puck turned around hearing Kurt’s woeful mantra and saw what was displayed on the screen.
It suddenly made their “let’s-just-erase-the-whole-night” plan a bit more difficult… okay, a lot more difficult.
Part 4