Fic: Freedom - Chapter 11
Freedom
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
Chapter 1
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Saturday morning, Puck woke up at seven and couldn’t get back to sleep. He worried about having to face Burt, hoping the man wouldn’t decide to show off his gun collection. He needed advice, but the only adult he could talk to, that would know something about being a father, was his mom. Sure she was a single mother, but that just meant that she had to be both a mom and a dad.
The problem with that was she didn’t have any inkling that Puck was into Kurt. But he kind of thought facing Burt without advice was worse than facing his mother. So for an hour, he tried to get himself to say something to her.
When his sister’s cartoons broke into his thoughts, he got another idea… backup. Going into the living room he stood in front of the TV.
“Hey sis,” he said, smirking at her glare, “Got a minute?”
She wrinkled her nose but nodded. “What do you want?”
“You know who Kurt Hummel is?”
“You mean that boy who dresses pretty and sings like a girl?”
Puck bit his lip, chuckling. Kurt and his sister weren’t going to get along too well. “Yeah him. He and I are dating.”
She stared at Puck as if to say, “You interrupted Phineas and Ferb to tell me that?” Instead she said, “Why should I care?”
“Because you are going to back me up when I tell mom.”
“Why? All she’s going to care about is the fact that he’s not Jewish.”
Puck shook his head, “I kinda doubt that.”
“Ten bucks says I’m right.”
Puck rolled his eyes, “Deal.”
So, an hour and a half later, after breakfast, Puck was handing a ten dollar bill to his sister as she skipped out of the kitchen, leaving Puck by himself with his mother.
“You really don’t care that I want to date a guy?” he asked.
His mom sighed, shrugging a shoulder. “No, Noah, I don’t care. Really, it’s almost better. You can’t get him pregnant and Kurt is such a wholesome boy that I think it might do some good for you.”
“Mom, I haven’t gotten into a fight for over a year.”
“And how much of that is because Kurt Hummel became more of a friend for you? Now, as much as I wish he was Jewish, you’re only in high school and there is still plenty of time for you to find someone else.”
“Well I don’t plan on looking any time soon, just to let you know.”
“Yes, dear,” said his mom standing up and heading to the sink, “Is there anything else you wanted?”
Puck followed her to help with the dishes. “Any advice on how to break it to Kurt’s dad?”
She paused and turned to her son. “Why are you asking me?”
Puck shrugged, continuing to scrub at a bowl. “You’ve kinda acted like a mom and dad to me and Sammy for the majority of our lives. I figured you’d know enough to give me some hints.”
His mom sniffled, looking back into the sink to try and hide her tears. After a few minutes of silence she cleared her throat and spoke. “Ask his permission,” she said. “Don’t just tell him, ask him. It may be more of a formality, but he’ll respect you more because of it.”
“That’s all?” Puck asked, drying off a plate.
“That’s all.”
So, at one fifteen, Puck stood on the Hudmel doorstep, waiting for Finn to answer his text by opening up the door. If this was to work properly Kurt couldn’t really know he was there yet. Or at least, wouldn’t want to know. He was probably pacing his room right now.
It took Finn five minutes before the door opened. “Dude, why can’t I tell Kurt you’re here?” he asked.
“Because I’m about to talk to his dad about us, and I don’t know how it’s going to go,” explained Puck, stepping in. “Where is Burt?”
Finn pointed a thumb at the kitchen. “In there, he just finished his lunch.”
“Perfect,” mumbled Puck, walking in.
Burt was at the sink, arms around Carole as she washed the dishes, swaying back and forth. Puck let the image of himself doing the same to Kurt flash in front of his eyes before swallowing and clearing his throat.
“Mr. Hummel?” he said.
Burt and Carole turned, the latter smiling in hello and the former raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yes, Mr. Puckerman?” he replied.
“Could I please talk to you, sir?” Puck tried not to shuffle, he knew it was a sign of weakness.
After a second of silence, Burt nodded and led the way into the living room. He offered Puck a seat and only sat down once the boy did, standing close until that moment. He stared at Puck a minute before speaking. “What is this about?”
“I…” Puck took a deep breath, “I wanted to ask your permission to date Kurt…Sir.”
The look on Burt’s face made it clear that those were the last words he expected to come out of the boy’s mouth. Again, minutes of awkward silence passed before he leaned forward to ask, “So you’re gay?”
“That’s still open for argument,” said Puck, “But the important thing is that I like Kurt and he’s the one I want to date.”
Burt leaned back, as if contemplating Puck as a whole before slowly nodding. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“I presume you’re asking me as a formality, Puck. Even if I said no, I’m sure you and Kurt would figure out a way to work around that. Besides, I can tell you’ve matured a lot over the past year and even if I still don’t completely trust you, I trust Kurt.” He stood up then, motioning for Puck to do the same. “Now, I’m guessing by the fact that Kurt is still blasting Broadway in his bedroom that he doesn’t know you’re here?”
“Yeah, I was supposed to stop by at two though.”
“So that gives us half an hour,” Burt said, looking at his watch. “Perfect. I want to show you some things if you’re going to be around more often.”
Despite the warning feeling in his gut, Puck followed.
Half an hour later Kurt walked into his father’s den to see a smiling Burt standing in front of his well-stocked gun collection next to a surprisingly white Puck. It took Kurt thirty seconds to realize what Puck had done and a minute to rescue him from his father as a thank you.
TBC...
Chapter 12
Prompt Post
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
Chapter 1
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Saturday morning, Puck woke up at seven and couldn’t get back to sleep. He worried about having to face Burt, hoping the man wouldn’t decide to show off his gun collection. He needed advice, but the only adult he could talk to, that would know something about being a father, was his mom. Sure she was a single mother, but that just meant that she had to be both a mom and a dad.
The problem with that was she didn’t have any inkling that Puck was into Kurt. But he kind of thought facing Burt without advice was worse than facing his mother. So for an hour, he tried to get himself to say something to her.
When his sister’s cartoons broke into his thoughts, he got another idea… backup. Going into the living room he stood in front of the TV.
“Hey sis,” he said, smirking at her glare, “Got a minute?”
She wrinkled her nose but nodded. “What do you want?”
“You know who Kurt Hummel is?”
“You mean that boy who dresses pretty and sings like a girl?”
Puck bit his lip, chuckling. Kurt and his sister weren’t going to get along too well. “Yeah him. He and I are dating.”
She stared at Puck as if to say, “You interrupted Phineas and Ferb to tell me that?” Instead she said, “Why should I care?”
“Because you are going to back me up when I tell mom.”
“Why? All she’s going to care about is the fact that he’s not Jewish.”
Puck shook his head, “I kinda doubt that.”
“Ten bucks says I’m right.”
Puck rolled his eyes, “Deal.”
So, an hour and a half later, after breakfast, Puck was handing a ten dollar bill to his sister as she skipped out of the kitchen, leaving Puck by himself with his mother.
“You really don’t care that I want to date a guy?” he asked.
His mom sighed, shrugging a shoulder. “No, Noah, I don’t care. Really, it’s almost better. You can’t get him pregnant and Kurt is such a wholesome boy that I think it might do some good for you.”
“Mom, I haven’t gotten into a fight for over a year.”
“And how much of that is because Kurt Hummel became more of a friend for you? Now, as much as I wish he was Jewish, you’re only in high school and there is still plenty of time for you to find someone else.”
“Well I don’t plan on looking any time soon, just to let you know.”
“Yes, dear,” said his mom standing up and heading to the sink, “Is there anything else you wanted?”
Puck followed her to help with the dishes. “Any advice on how to break it to Kurt’s dad?”
She paused and turned to her son. “Why are you asking me?”
Puck shrugged, continuing to scrub at a bowl. “You’ve kinda acted like a mom and dad to me and Sammy for the majority of our lives. I figured you’d know enough to give me some hints.”
His mom sniffled, looking back into the sink to try and hide her tears. After a few minutes of silence she cleared her throat and spoke. “Ask his permission,” she said. “Don’t just tell him, ask him. It may be more of a formality, but he’ll respect you more because of it.”
“That’s all?” Puck asked, drying off a plate.
“That’s all.”
So, at one fifteen, Puck stood on the Hudmel doorstep, waiting for Finn to answer his text by opening up the door. If this was to work properly Kurt couldn’t really know he was there yet. Or at least, wouldn’t want to know. He was probably pacing his room right now.
It took Finn five minutes before the door opened. “Dude, why can’t I tell Kurt you’re here?” he asked.
“Because I’m about to talk to his dad about us, and I don’t know how it’s going to go,” explained Puck, stepping in. “Where is Burt?”
Finn pointed a thumb at the kitchen. “In there, he just finished his lunch.”
“Perfect,” mumbled Puck, walking in.
Burt was at the sink, arms around Carole as she washed the dishes, swaying back and forth. Puck let the image of himself doing the same to Kurt flash in front of his eyes before swallowing and clearing his throat.
“Mr. Hummel?” he said.
Burt and Carole turned, the latter smiling in hello and the former raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yes, Mr. Puckerman?” he replied.
“Could I please talk to you, sir?” Puck tried not to shuffle, he knew it was a sign of weakness.
After a second of silence, Burt nodded and led the way into the living room. He offered Puck a seat and only sat down once the boy did, standing close until that moment. He stared at Puck a minute before speaking. “What is this about?”
“I…” Puck took a deep breath, “I wanted to ask your permission to date Kurt…Sir.”
The look on Burt’s face made it clear that those were the last words he expected to come out of the boy’s mouth. Again, minutes of awkward silence passed before he leaned forward to ask, “So you’re gay?”
“That’s still open for argument,” said Puck, “But the important thing is that I like Kurt and he’s the one I want to date.”
Burt leaned back, as if contemplating Puck as a whole before slowly nodding. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“I presume you’re asking me as a formality, Puck. Even if I said no, I’m sure you and Kurt would figure out a way to work around that. Besides, I can tell you’ve matured a lot over the past year and even if I still don’t completely trust you, I trust Kurt.” He stood up then, motioning for Puck to do the same. “Now, I’m guessing by the fact that Kurt is still blasting Broadway in his bedroom that he doesn’t know you’re here?”
“Yeah, I was supposed to stop by at two though.”
“So that gives us half an hour,” Burt said, looking at his watch. “Perfect. I want to show you some things if you’re going to be around more often.”
Despite the warning feeling in his gut, Puck followed.
Half an hour later Kurt walked into his father’s den to see a smiling Burt standing in front of his well-stocked gun collection next to a surprisingly white Puck. It took Kurt thirty seconds to realize what Puck had done and a minute to rescue him from his father as a thank you.
TBC...
Chapter 12
Prompt Post