Fic: Freedom - Chapter 14
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 13
Chapter 14
Kurt was relieved that Dave hadn’t left early because he was sure everyone would start talking about his significant other. So though everyone stayed distracted for the rest of the day, Kurt began to worry about Dave’s secret once school ended, specifically while Kurt was talking to Puck.
It was too cool out for his motorcycle but just warm enough for Puck and Kurt to relax in the bed of Puck’s truck. They had on jackets and cuddled together under a blanket. It was strange, being at the lookout and not actually making out. But it was a good strange, because they were dating and could, in theory, make out whenever they wanted, so they could talk now. And they had.
Their conversation had slowed about twenty minutes ago and fizzled to a halt about ten minutes ago. The silence was relaxed and happy, like those participating. But Kurt was thinking of initiating a make out session. After all, they couldn’t let their alone time go to waste.
He took a deep breath, about to roll on top of his boyfriend when Puck spoke.
“What do you think about Dave?”
Kurt huffed, annoyed that while he had been thinking about kissing his boyfriend, his boyfriend had been thinking about another boy. “I don’t think about David.”
“No, I mean, like… today, he never said ‘girlfriend,’” explained Puck. “He only talked about his ‘significant other.’ I’ve been thinking about what he meant.”
“Maybe he likes the sound of it,” suggested Kurt. He realized that, before this year, he’d let others come to the conclusion that Dave was gay on their own and not interfere. Now, though, he felt that he should protect the jock’s secret, maybe not at all costs, but at least put in the effort.
“Yeah, but he never even said ‘she.’ Or ‘he’ for that matter.”
Kurt remained silent, knowing whatever he could say would only reveal too much.
“I think he’s dating a transgender.”
Kurt bit his lip to keep from laughing, surprised at such a conclusion. “And why do you think that?”
“Well, isn’t it transgender people who sometimes don’t have a pronoun attached to them?”
Kurt took a deep breath, regaining control. “Sometimes. If they don’t prefer he or she, they’ll prefer ze, zir, or a similar version. But that doesn’t mean Dave’s dating a transgender, Puck.”
“Well, it was just a thought.” They were silent for a few moments before Puck asked, “You wanna make out?”
Kurt laughed then, rolling over to lay half on top of Puck. “I thought you’d never ask.”
~*~
Later, after Kurt returned home, letting Puck go for the day, he carefully approached his father. He knew they’d need to talk, and by this point he just wanted to get it out of the way.
“Kurt, we need to talk,” said Burt, before his son could even open his mouth.
Kurt squeaked in response, his identical thought stopped before it could be physically formed. He immediately sat across from his dad at the kitchen table. “I agree,” was the most intelligent response he could come up with.
“I know that Puckerman only asked me as a formality, Kurt,” Burt started right away, wanting this over with as well. “But I want to know the truth. How long have you two been seeing each other? And when did you decide to tell me you were dating?”
Kurt bit his lip. He already knew that he was going to tell his dad everything. He always did. Oh, this is not going to be good, he thought before saying out loud, “We’ve been seeing each other since about the third week of school. And we decided to tell you that we were dating on Friday night. Or really, I decided we should tell you and ordered him to show up.”
Burt frowned. “You’ve been dating for weeks, and you just decided to tell me now?”
Kurt could tell he wasn’t mad, just upset, and a little confused. Unfortunately, what he would say next was going to change that. “We’ve been dating since Friday, Dad. We’ve only been seeing each other since the third week of school.”
“Seeing…?” Burt took a moment to process this, and Kurt could tell the moment he did, his expression turning angry. “Kurt, what did I tell you last year about spreading yourself around?”
“No!” Kurt corrected immediately, though he knew his dad would have come to that conclusion first. “Dad, we’ve just been… making out. He’s let me go further with him than with me. Until Friday, I’ve never even gotten off with him.” Kurt stopped, horrified with himself. That was not supposed to come out, at least not in those words. Not so bluntly.
“Until Friday?” Burt asked quietly.
Swallowing, Kurt nodded. “When he said he wanted to actually date me I knew that he was serious about us. I knew that he didn’t want me just for my motorcycle or something just as stupid.”
“He could just as easily be dating you just to get in your pants, Kurt.”
“It’s not like that, Dad,” said Kurt, shaking his head. “He said he’s willing to wait as long as it takes, and that he just wants me. All of me, Dad.”
“So he’s in love with you?”
Kurt’s eyes went wide. “I never said that. He never said that.”
“Well, he does,” said Burt, smirking, “Just to let you know.” He sighed, getting up. “Okay, Carole will be home soon with some take out. Why don’t you go get cleaned up?”
“Dad?” Kurt asked, shyly, heading towards the stairs. “If Puck loves me, can you stop talking about your guns in front of him? I think he’s scared you’ll actually use them.”
“That depends.” He waited until he had Kurt’s full attention before continuing. “Do you love him?”
Pausing, Kurt made himself think about it. And he honestly had no idea, but he was sure of one thing. “I really, really like him, Dad.”
Burt nodded. “Then I’ll only talk about my guns when you have a fight with him and ask me to.”
“That would be nice. Thanks Dad.” Then Kurt went up to his room, smiling.
That had gone much better than expected.
~*~
On Wednesday, Puck and Kurt were the last to arrive at lunch to find the others at the table their usual talkative selves and a rather happy Dave.
In fact, he was the first to great them, a wide grin on his face. “Hey guys, have fun?”
“You know it,” said Puck, hitting his own fist against Dave’s offered one.
Kurt blushed, despite the fact that they were late because he had to talk to his calculus teacher, and even sat closer to Puck than usual. “Shut up. Both of you.”
Puck smirked but kept his mouth shut. Dave just chuckled turning back to his lunch.
Mercedes sighed and put down her fork. “Okay, what is up with you, Dave?” she asked. “You have been smiling like crazy this entire time.”
Puck studied Dave, tilting his head almost studiously it seemed. A moment later his eyes went big. “Oh my god, you got laid!”
Dave nearly choked on his water, laughing. “Dude, no… not yet.”
“Then why does it look like you just woke up on Christmas morning?” asked Mercedes.
“Because today’s the first day of fall break for OSU,” said Dave.
Kurt got it as soon as the words were out of the jock’s mouth. “So, you have all weekend to be with your… significant other?” He was still afraid of saying too much.
Dave grinned and nodded. “You want to meet?”
Did he want to meet the infamous, at least to him, Colton? Hell yeah! Kurt nodded enthusiastically.
“All of you?” Dave asked, addressing the rest of the table. “We’ll be out front tomorrow after school, around four o’clock.”
Everyone nodded in the affirmative and Dave quickly changed the subject. Kurt helped, knowing everyone’s attention would shift to something a bit more immediate. Like how red Kurt would get whenever certain locations, such as the janitor’s closet, was mentioned.
Seriously though, Puck had only mentioned it once. Kurt would never use such an un-sterile location to be intimate with Puck. But that didn’t stop Puck from whispering… uplifting ideas into Kurt’s ear whenever they passed said closet, or whenever it was mentioned.
Kurt took a deep breath and crossed his legs, leaning into Puck and preparing himself for a torturous afternoon.
TBC...
Chapter 15
Prompt Poll
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 13
Chapter 14
Kurt was relieved that Dave hadn’t left early because he was sure everyone would start talking about his significant other. So though everyone stayed distracted for the rest of the day, Kurt began to worry about Dave’s secret once school ended, specifically while Kurt was talking to Puck.
It was too cool out for his motorcycle but just warm enough for Puck and Kurt to relax in the bed of Puck’s truck. They had on jackets and cuddled together under a blanket. It was strange, being at the lookout and not actually making out. But it was a good strange, because they were dating and could, in theory, make out whenever they wanted, so they could talk now. And they had.
Their conversation had slowed about twenty minutes ago and fizzled to a halt about ten minutes ago. The silence was relaxed and happy, like those participating. But Kurt was thinking of initiating a make out session. After all, they couldn’t let their alone time go to waste.
He took a deep breath, about to roll on top of his boyfriend when Puck spoke.
“What do you think about Dave?”
Kurt huffed, annoyed that while he had been thinking about kissing his boyfriend, his boyfriend had been thinking about another boy. “I don’t think about David.”
“No, I mean, like… today, he never said ‘girlfriend,’” explained Puck. “He only talked about his ‘significant other.’ I’ve been thinking about what he meant.”
“Maybe he likes the sound of it,” suggested Kurt. He realized that, before this year, he’d let others come to the conclusion that Dave was gay on their own and not interfere. Now, though, he felt that he should protect the jock’s secret, maybe not at all costs, but at least put in the effort.
“Yeah, but he never even said ‘she.’ Or ‘he’ for that matter.”
Kurt remained silent, knowing whatever he could say would only reveal too much.
“I think he’s dating a transgender.”
Kurt bit his lip to keep from laughing, surprised at such a conclusion. “And why do you think that?”
“Well, isn’t it transgender people who sometimes don’t have a pronoun attached to them?”
Kurt took a deep breath, regaining control. “Sometimes. If they don’t prefer he or she, they’ll prefer ze, zir, or a similar version. But that doesn’t mean Dave’s dating a transgender, Puck.”
“Well, it was just a thought.” They were silent for a few moments before Puck asked, “You wanna make out?”
Kurt laughed then, rolling over to lay half on top of Puck. “I thought you’d never ask.”
~*~
Later, after Kurt returned home, letting Puck go for the day, he carefully approached his father. He knew they’d need to talk, and by this point he just wanted to get it out of the way.
“Kurt, we need to talk,” said Burt, before his son could even open his mouth.
Kurt squeaked in response, his identical thought stopped before it could be physically formed. He immediately sat across from his dad at the kitchen table. “I agree,” was the most intelligent response he could come up with.
“I know that Puckerman only asked me as a formality, Kurt,” Burt started right away, wanting this over with as well. “But I want to know the truth. How long have you two been seeing each other? And when did you decide to tell me you were dating?”
Kurt bit his lip. He already knew that he was going to tell his dad everything. He always did. Oh, this is not going to be good, he thought before saying out loud, “We’ve been seeing each other since about the third week of school. And we decided to tell you that we were dating on Friday night. Or really, I decided we should tell you and ordered him to show up.”
Burt frowned. “You’ve been dating for weeks, and you just decided to tell me now?”
Kurt could tell he wasn’t mad, just upset, and a little confused. Unfortunately, what he would say next was going to change that. “We’ve been dating since Friday, Dad. We’ve only been seeing each other since the third week of school.”
“Seeing…?” Burt took a moment to process this, and Kurt could tell the moment he did, his expression turning angry. “Kurt, what did I tell you last year about spreading yourself around?”
“No!” Kurt corrected immediately, though he knew his dad would have come to that conclusion first. “Dad, we’ve just been… making out. He’s let me go further with him than with me. Until Friday, I’ve never even gotten off with him.” Kurt stopped, horrified with himself. That was not supposed to come out, at least not in those words. Not so bluntly.
“Until Friday?” Burt asked quietly.
Swallowing, Kurt nodded. “When he said he wanted to actually date me I knew that he was serious about us. I knew that he didn’t want me just for my motorcycle or something just as stupid.”
“He could just as easily be dating you just to get in your pants, Kurt.”
“It’s not like that, Dad,” said Kurt, shaking his head. “He said he’s willing to wait as long as it takes, and that he just wants me. All of me, Dad.”
“So he’s in love with you?”
Kurt’s eyes went wide. “I never said that. He never said that.”
“Well, he does,” said Burt, smirking, “Just to let you know.” He sighed, getting up. “Okay, Carole will be home soon with some take out. Why don’t you go get cleaned up?”
“Dad?” Kurt asked, shyly, heading towards the stairs. “If Puck loves me, can you stop talking about your guns in front of him? I think he’s scared you’ll actually use them.”
“That depends.” He waited until he had Kurt’s full attention before continuing. “Do you love him?”
Pausing, Kurt made himself think about it. And he honestly had no idea, but he was sure of one thing. “I really, really like him, Dad.”
Burt nodded. “Then I’ll only talk about my guns when you have a fight with him and ask me to.”
“That would be nice. Thanks Dad.” Then Kurt went up to his room, smiling.
That had gone much better than expected.
~*~
On Wednesday, Puck and Kurt were the last to arrive at lunch to find the others at the table their usual talkative selves and a rather happy Dave.
In fact, he was the first to great them, a wide grin on his face. “Hey guys, have fun?”
“You know it,” said Puck, hitting his own fist against Dave’s offered one.
Kurt blushed, despite the fact that they were late because he had to talk to his calculus teacher, and even sat closer to Puck than usual. “Shut up. Both of you.”
Puck smirked but kept his mouth shut. Dave just chuckled turning back to his lunch.
Mercedes sighed and put down her fork. “Okay, what is up with you, Dave?” she asked. “You have been smiling like crazy this entire time.”
Puck studied Dave, tilting his head almost studiously it seemed. A moment later his eyes went big. “Oh my god, you got laid!”
Dave nearly choked on his water, laughing. “Dude, no… not yet.”
“Then why does it look like you just woke up on Christmas morning?” asked Mercedes.
“Because today’s the first day of fall break for OSU,” said Dave.
Kurt got it as soon as the words were out of the jock’s mouth. “So, you have all weekend to be with your… significant other?” He was still afraid of saying too much.
Dave grinned and nodded. “You want to meet?”
Did he want to meet the infamous, at least to him, Colton? Hell yeah! Kurt nodded enthusiastically.
“All of you?” Dave asked, addressing the rest of the table. “We’ll be out front tomorrow after school, around four o’clock.”
Everyone nodded in the affirmative and Dave quickly changed the subject. Kurt helped, knowing everyone’s attention would shift to something a bit more immediate. Like how red Kurt would get whenever certain locations, such as the janitor’s closet, was mentioned.
Seriously though, Puck had only mentioned it once. Kurt would never use such an un-sterile location to be intimate with Puck. But that didn’t stop Puck from whispering… uplifting ideas into Kurt’s ear whenever they passed said closet, or whenever it was mentioned.
Kurt took a deep breath and crossed his legs, leaning into Puck and preparing himself for a torturous afternoon.
TBC...
Chapter 15
Prompt Poll