FIC: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? (4/?)
He hadn’t expected to have built such a rapport with the mohawked trucker in such a short time, but he wasn’t complaining about it. Puck, oblivious to his celebrity status, had opened up quite a bit to Kurt and had voluntarily divulged a lot of information about his personal life to him; which felt weird to Kurt because he would never have pegged Puck as the talkative type.
The trucker, however, could not stop talking about his girlfriend Quinn and their baby girl Beth once they had breached the subject of love and how hard it was to find the right person.
There was such a level of emotion and pride in his voice as he spoke about them that Kurt felt, oddly, both at ease, and slightly jealous and a little bit bitter about the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could have had all of that with Blaine.
Knowing that he had chosen to walk out on what could have been the best thing that had ever happened to him was not an encouraging thought. Blaine would, after all, have kept him comfortable; and besides, who was Kurt to judge Blaine for his emotional absence? How much could one possibly expect of a heart surgeon? The man did after all have a lot on his mind, considering the fact that he had to save so many lives on a daily basis.
Halfway through talking about how anxious he had been while Quinn was in the delivery room, Puck noticed that Kurt had gone listless and his eyes were sparkling with unshed tears again.
Puck sighed. He should have known better than to talk about his girls in front of a runaway bride (well, technically, runaway groom… but, come on! Little Dude did not qualify in that category. ‘Hmmm,’ Puck thought. ‘Was that offensive?’) and now he had gone and made Kurt cry. Again!
“I’m sorry kid,” Puck murmured.
That broke Kurt out of his little trance. “Hmm?” he queried.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been yammering on about my girls,” Puck said, eyes on the road. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Kurt gave him a sad smile and said, in an earnest voice, “Don’t be. It’s nice to see a grown man gush about his family.”
“Whoa, dude! I did not ‘gush’, alright?” Puck defended. “Puckzilla doesn’t gush… and he doesn’t do sentimental and shit.”
“You keep telling yourself that, big guy,” Kurt said.
Puck glared at him for all of two seconds before his gaze softened.
“You okay, though?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Kurt smiled again. “I’ll be fine. I have the world’s manliest trucker keeping me company.” The evil grin was back.
Puck deflated.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Kurt purred. “I won’t tell anyone that big, butch, Noah Puckerman, hardworking trucker and all-around American stud isn’t a big pile of cream on the inside…” Kurt paused ominously.
Puck was actually holding his breath, “Well?”
“…if you show me what your girls look like,” Kurt finished with a winning smile.
Puck sighed. “I can’t do that.”
Kurt frowned. “Oh come on, you must have a picture of them somewhere inside this Optimus Prime wannabe!”
Puck raised one eyebrow.
“Did you just use a Transformers reference?” he said, more than a little surprised.
Kurt looked somewhere between offended and smug.
“Just because I’m gay, you assumed I don’t know transformers?” Kurt asked pointedly.
Puck stayed silent.
Kurt sighed. “I used to watch it all the time with daddy as a kid. Father-son bonding time.”
Puck sniggered. “You said daddy!”
Kurt huffed again (He really needed to learn to stop doing that). “Laugh all you want, I’m not ashamed of it.”
Puck stopped laughing. “Hey…”
Kurt ignored him.
“HEY!!”
Kurt turned around to scowl at him.
“I can’t show you pictures of them, mainly because I forgot my wallet this morning and, before you ask, no; I don’t have a camera-phone!” Puck clarified. “But I can take you to meet them.”
Kurt was silent.
“If you’d like that, of course.”
Kurt cracked a smile. “That works.”
*-*-*
It was past six in the evening by the time they made it to the Puck’s apartment building and his girlfriend Quinn Fabray, who had been anxious about his delayed arrival, was surprised to hear Puck say that they had a guest over the intercom.
So, while her boyfriend and this ‘guest’ ascended the stairs to their door, she began to wonder who it could possibly be and if whoever they were would be staying for dinner. It wasn’t that there wasn’t enough to eat; it was just that, well, she had gotten back pretty late from the school itself and hadn’t had time to prepare anything fancy. Just plain old Mac & Cheese because her little girl had demanded it.
She hurriedly began to clean up around the living room; picking up any stray piece of paper that might be lying around, little Bethy’s Dora The Explorer socks that their nanny Rita had obviously forgotten to attend to, and a condom wrapper that she would kill her boyfriend for having left it where Beth could easily have seen it.
She was just about done fluffing the couch cushions when there was a solid rap on the front door, followed by by six others.
“Coming,” Quinn said, walking toward said door while fluffing out her hair.
She wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted her.
There, at her front door, was her boyfriend, flanked by a man whom she had idolized since he had first gotten a recording contract at age thirteen (of course, back then, she hadn’t known he was gay and had had the biggest crush on him), dressed in what was quite possibly a suit made of diamonds. Not surprising, really, considering his videos always depicted the most cutting edge clothes and each one was a bold statement in men’s fashion. But the young woman could not stop staring at that suit. It was, just, so shiny.
Now, Quinn Fabray was no fashion expert, but she was the trendiest girl in high school. So, if she had to guess based on the cut alone, she’d say the suit was either a Gaultier or a Saint Laurent.
That was when her boyfriend cleared his throat.
“Babe?” Puck said. “You gonna let us in or what?”
Quinn nodded stupidly and stood aside but it wasn’t long before she could contain herself no longer, and once Kurt Hummel (That’s right. Kurt Freaking Hummel.) had crossed over her threshold and stepped into her apartment, she started shrieking.
“You’re Kurt Hummel,” she squealed, absolutely giddy. “You are Kurt Hummel.”
Panting, she stopped for a second, looking between the two men, before addressing Kurt once again. “Do you know who you are?”
She slapped Puck not-so-lightly in the chest, still excited and freaking out. “Puckerman, do you know who this is?”
Kurt looked happy and kinda creeped out, “You’re know who I am!” he said, in a quivering voice.
Quinn screamed. “OF COURSE, I know who you are silly! You are Kurt friggin’ Hummel.”
“And you’re in my living room. The girls are NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.” She breathed heavily.
“You okay there babe?” Puck raised an eyebrow.
Quinn nodded, vaguely. “Ohhh my God, I need to sit down.”
As Quinn went to grab a seat and steady herself, Puck turned to Kurt.
“So,” Puck said. “You famous or something?”
Before Kurt could answer though, Quinn had gotten back up and smacked Puck upside the head.
“Of course he’s famous dimwit! He has like seven albums out already, four of which have gone double-platinum in the US alone. He’s been in tons of movies and on Broadway. He has like every entertainment award known to man and he was nominated again for an Academy Award this year,” Quinn said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know all this, I’m like, his biggest fan! Remember you asked me who the queen on the Vogue cover was like two years ago?”
Puck blushed and looked apologetically at Kurt, who just smiled at their interaction.
“He’s like, one of only four men to have been on that cover in like, ever. He’s the youngest guy to ever have like three number one singles back-to-back and don’t even get me started on his fashion statements,” Quinn continued.
Puck still looked like he was drawing a blank.
Quinn sighed. “You remember that movie Struck By Lightning that you liked so much?”
Realization dawned on Puck as he turned to look at Kurt, “Dude, you were totally in that movie!”
“He wrote that movie,” Quinn supplied, looking irritated.
Puck’s face was worth looking at, his mouth open in a perfect O.
“Now close your mouth before you start catching flies,” Quinn huffed, as she went and greeted Kurt.
“Mr. Hummel, it is such an honor,” Quinn began.
“Please,” Kurt cut her off. “It’s just Kurt. And I’m very glad to meet you. Puck has told me so much about you and little Beth that I feel like I know you guys already.”
“Oh gosh?” Quinn turned to mock-glare at Puck. “What have you been saying Puckerman.”
“Nice things only, I assure you,” Kurt clarified quickly, “Actually, it was his constant gushing that made me want to meet you, I hope that’s okay.”
Quinn opened her mouth to say that it was more than just before Puck cut her off. “Hey, I WAS NOT gushing.”
Quinn turned to look at him, a weird mix of adoring pity and incredulous exasperation on her face. “Do you even know what gushing means?”
Puck growled. “You watch your mouth woman.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Or what?”
Puck leaped at her saying “Or I’m gonna chew it off,” before sweeping her up in a breathtaking kiss.
Kurt lowered his eyes out of politeness, smiling at the happy couple’s antics.
After a few seconds, Quinn said, “Welcome to our humble abode Mr. Humm-Kurt. Please, make yourself at home.”
Kurt smiled at her before Puck said, “Now go wash up for dinner before my girlfriend asks you to sign her tits.”
Kurt was amazed at how much upper-body strength a small girl like Quinn could possess.
AN 2: Quinn knocking Puck around was for fetishpixie who wanted Quinn to knock Puck around :3
oh and, i know nothing about Transformers... HALP!! :(
The trucker, however, could not stop talking about his girlfriend Quinn and their baby girl Beth once they had breached the subject of love and how hard it was to find the right person.
There was such a level of emotion and pride in his voice as he spoke about them that Kurt felt, oddly, both at ease, and slightly jealous and a little bit bitter about the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could have had all of that with Blaine.
Knowing that he had chosen to walk out on what could have been the best thing that had ever happened to him was not an encouraging thought. Blaine would, after all, have kept him comfortable; and besides, who was Kurt to judge Blaine for his emotional absence? How much could one possibly expect of a heart surgeon? The man did after all have a lot on his mind, considering the fact that he had to save so many lives on a daily basis.
Halfway through talking about how anxious he had been while Quinn was in the delivery room, Puck noticed that Kurt had gone listless and his eyes were sparkling with unshed tears again.
Puck sighed. He should have known better than to talk about his girls in front of a runaway bride (well, technically, runaway groom… but, come on! Little Dude did not qualify in that category. ‘Hmmm,’ Puck thought. ‘Was that offensive?’) and now he had gone and made Kurt cry. Again!
“I’m sorry kid,” Puck murmured.
That broke Kurt out of his little trance. “Hmm?” he queried.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been yammering on about my girls,” Puck said, eyes on the road. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Kurt gave him a sad smile and said, in an earnest voice, “Don’t be. It’s nice to see a grown man gush about his family.”
“Whoa, dude! I did not ‘gush’, alright?” Puck defended. “Puckzilla doesn’t gush… and he doesn’t do sentimental and shit.”
“You keep telling yourself that, big guy,” Kurt said.
Puck glared at him for all of two seconds before his gaze softened.
“You okay, though?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Kurt smiled again. “I’ll be fine. I have the world’s manliest trucker keeping me company.” The evil grin was back.
Puck deflated.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Kurt purred. “I won’t tell anyone that big, butch, Noah Puckerman, hardworking trucker and all-around American stud isn’t a big pile of cream on the inside…” Kurt paused ominously.
Puck was actually holding his breath, “Well?”
“…if you show me what your girls look like,” Kurt finished with a winning smile.
Puck sighed. “I can’t do that.”
Kurt frowned. “Oh come on, you must have a picture of them somewhere inside this Optimus Prime wannabe!”
Puck raised one eyebrow.
“Did you just use a Transformers reference?” he said, more than a little surprised.
Kurt looked somewhere between offended and smug.
“Just because I’m gay, you assumed I don’t know transformers?” Kurt asked pointedly.
Puck stayed silent.
Kurt sighed. “I used to watch it all the time with daddy as a kid. Father-son bonding time.”
Puck sniggered. “You said daddy!”
Kurt huffed again (He really needed to learn to stop doing that). “Laugh all you want, I’m not ashamed of it.”
Puck stopped laughing. “Hey…”
Kurt ignored him.
“HEY!!”
Kurt turned around to scowl at him.
“I can’t show you pictures of them, mainly because I forgot my wallet this morning and, before you ask, no; I don’t have a camera-phone!” Puck clarified. “But I can take you to meet them.”
Kurt was silent.
“If you’d like that, of course.”
Kurt cracked a smile. “That works.”
*-*-*
It was past six in the evening by the time they made it to the Puck’s apartment building and his girlfriend Quinn Fabray, who had been anxious about his delayed arrival, was surprised to hear Puck say that they had a guest over the intercom.
So, while her boyfriend and this ‘guest’ ascended the stairs to their door, she began to wonder who it could possibly be and if whoever they were would be staying for dinner. It wasn’t that there wasn’t enough to eat; it was just that, well, she had gotten back pretty late from the school itself and hadn’t had time to prepare anything fancy. Just plain old Mac & Cheese because her little girl had demanded it.
She hurriedly began to clean up around the living room; picking up any stray piece of paper that might be lying around, little Bethy’s Dora The Explorer socks that their nanny Rita had obviously forgotten to attend to, and a condom wrapper that she would kill her boyfriend for having left it where Beth could easily have seen it.
She was just about done fluffing the couch cushions when there was a solid rap on the front door, followed by by six others.
“Coming,” Quinn said, walking toward said door while fluffing out her hair.
She wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted her.
There, at her front door, was her boyfriend, flanked by a man whom she had idolized since he had first gotten a recording contract at age thirteen (of course, back then, she hadn’t known he was gay and had had the biggest crush on him), dressed in what was quite possibly a suit made of diamonds. Not surprising, really, considering his videos always depicted the most cutting edge clothes and each one was a bold statement in men’s fashion. But the young woman could not stop staring at that suit. It was, just, so shiny.
Now, Quinn Fabray was no fashion expert, but she was the trendiest girl in high school. So, if she had to guess based on the cut alone, she’d say the suit was either a Gaultier or a Saint Laurent.
That was when her boyfriend cleared his throat.
“Babe?” Puck said. “You gonna let us in or what?”
Quinn nodded stupidly and stood aside but it wasn’t long before she could contain herself no longer, and once Kurt Hummel (That’s right. Kurt Freaking Hummel.) had crossed over her threshold and stepped into her apartment, she started shrieking.
“You’re Kurt Hummel,” she squealed, absolutely giddy. “You are Kurt Hummel.”
Panting, she stopped for a second, looking between the two men, before addressing Kurt once again. “Do you know who you are?”
She slapped Puck not-so-lightly in the chest, still excited and freaking out. “Puckerman, do you know who this is?”
Kurt looked happy and kinda creeped out, “You’re know who I am!” he said, in a quivering voice.
Quinn screamed. “OF COURSE, I know who you are silly! You are Kurt friggin’ Hummel.”
“And you’re in my living room. The girls are NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.” She breathed heavily.
“You okay there babe?” Puck raised an eyebrow.
Quinn nodded, vaguely. “Ohhh my God, I need to sit down.”
As Quinn went to grab a seat and steady herself, Puck turned to Kurt.
“So,” Puck said. “You famous or something?”
Before Kurt could answer though, Quinn had gotten back up and smacked Puck upside the head.
“Of course he’s famous dimwit! He has like seven albums out already, four of which have gone double-platinum in the US alone. He’s been in tons of movies and on Broadway. He has like every entertainment award known to man and he was nominated again for an Academy Award this year,” Quinn said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know all this, I’m like, his biggest fan! Remember you asked me who the queen on the Vogue cover was like two years ago?”
Puck blushed and looked apologetically at Kurt, who just smiled at their interaction.
“He’s like, one of only four men to have been on that cover in like, ever. He’s the youngest guy to ever have like three number one singles back-to-back and don’t even get me started on his fashion statements,” Quinn continued.
Puck still looked like he was drawing a blank.
Quinn sighed. “You remember that movie Struck By Lightning that you liked so much?”
Realization dawned on Puck as he turned to look at Kurt, “Dude, you were totally in that movie!”
“He wrote that movie,” Quinn supplied, looking irritated.
Puck’s face was worth looking at, his mouth open in a perfect O.
“Now close your mouth before you start catching flies,” Quinn huffed, as she went and greeted Kurt.
“Mr. Hummel, it is such an honor,” Quinn began.
“Please,” Kurt cut her off. “It’s just Kurt. And I’m very glad to meet you. Puck has told me so much about you and little Beth that I feel like I know you guys already.”
“Oh gosh?” Quinn turned to mock-glare at Puck. “What have you been saying Puckerman.”
“Nice things only, I assure you,” Kurt clarified quickly, “Actually, it was his constant gushing that made me want to meet you, I hope that’s okay.”
Quinn opened her mouth to say that it was more than just before Puck cut her off. “Hey, I WAS NOT gushing.”
Quinn turned to look at him, a weird mix of adoring pity and incredulous exasperation on her face. “Do you even know what gushing means?”
Puck growled. “You watch your mouth woman.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Or what?”
Puck leaped at her saying “Or I’m gonna chew it off,” before sweeping her up in a breathtaking kiss.
Kurt lowered his eyes out of politeness, smiling at the happy couple’s antics.
After a few seconds, Quinn said, “Welcome to our humble abode Mr. Humm-Kurt. Please, make yourself at home.”
Kurt smiled at her before Puck said, “Now go wash up for dinner before my girlfriend asks you to sign her tits.”
Kurt was amazed at how much upper-body strength a small girl like Quinn could possess.
AN 2: Quinn knocking Puck around was for fetishpixie who wanted Quinn to knock Puck around :3
oh and, i know nothing about Transformers... HALP!! :(