Fic: like a chord on a harp 5/5 (Glee, NC17)
Title: like a chord on a harp 5/5
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine, Puck/Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC17
Word count: ~47,000
Summary: Blaine's the perfect boyfriend in all the ways that are important to Kurt, so if their sex life isn't ideal, it's not the end of the world. At least that's what Kurt tells himself until Puck offers to help them with their problem, and Kurt discovers exactly what's been missing from his relationship.
He was trying to convince himself that it didn’t matter when he heard a door open down the hall, and Kurt’s heart skipped a beat as he sat up and squinted in the darkness toward his door. The footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but Kurt held his breath and strained to hear them coming closer, until finally Puck pushed his door a little further open and slipped inside.
Puck closed the door behind him, then he turned around and as Kurt’s eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw that Puck was shirtless. Kurt’s stomach trembled and he glanced down at his own pajamas, feeling suddenly overdressed as Puck crossed the room and stopped next to the bed.
“I thought you might have changed your mind,” Kurt said, his voice trembling a little, and he hoped Puck wouldn’t notice.
The mattress shifted under him as Puck planted a knee on the bed, and as soon as he did Kurt reached out to grip his hand and pull him forward. Puck let himself be pulled onto the bed, fingers threading through Kurt’s and stretching out on his side to look up at him.
“Finn wouldn’t shut the hell up, then it took him forever to fall asleep. I was about to say fuck it and just ditch him anyway when he finally passed out.”
Kurt’s stomach tied into knots at the thought of Puck telling Finn where he was going, and he tightened his grip on Puck’s hand and inched a little closer on the mattress. “Puck, are you saying that you told Finn about…this?”
“It wasn’t my fault, babe,” Puck said, the surliness creeping back into his voice. “He wouldn’t shut the hell up about your boy and how cool it was that you guys had each other or whatever. All I said was I thought you could do better, then he was all over me about not messing things up for you.”
“You said I could do better?” Kurt asked, blinking at Puck in the darkness.
Puck shrugged and looked down at the mattress between them, but when he tried to pull his hand away Kurt tightened his grip even more. “I might have said something about your boy not deserving somebody as hot as you if he wasn’t gonna appreciate it.”
There was a lot Kurt wanted to ask, like why Puck didn’t care if Finn knew what was going on between them, or why Finn thought it was any of his business in the first place. He could ask why Puck had gotten so upset earlier when he thought Kurt was trying to tell him to stop because of Blaine, or maybe why Puck had snuck into his room even though he thought Kurt was still cheating on his boyfriend.
But his heart was pounding hard in his chest and he was pretty sure if he tried to talk that he’d do something stupid and embarrassing like cry, so instead he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
As soon as Kurt kissed him Puck was moving, reaching up to drag him down onto the mattress, arms around him and pulling him close until they were pressed so close together Kurt could feel Puck’s heartbeat through his chest. He slid his arms around Puck’s neck and held on, arching up to drag Puck even closer and hooking a leg around Puck’s thighs.
Kurt sighed into the kiss and Puck took the in, tongue pushing past parted lips to chase the flavors of toothpaste and Kurt until he was moaning and rocking against Puck. It was way too much and not nearly enough, and Kurt knew if they didn’t slow down it would be over long before either of them was ready. But they had all night, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing if the first time was frenzied and out of control.
Puck was rocking against him, hand on Kurt’s ass and pulling him up into each thrust, and it felt fantastic, but Kurt knew it would be even better without their clothes. As soon as he thought it Puck was moving, pulling away far enough to hook his thumbs in his sweatpants and drag them down his hips. He kicked them off before he turned back to Kurt, hands on his pajamas and fumbling with the buttons until he got enough of them open for Kurt to yank the top over his head.
As soon as he dropped it over the side of the bed Puck was pushing him backwards, onto the pillows to stare up at Puck as he planted a knee on either side of Kurt’s thighs and reached for the waistband of his pants. His fingers skimmed Kurt’s stomach just below his belly button, and he let out a shaky breath when Puck dragged the fabric down just a little.
He held his breath while he waited for the moment Puck pulled his pajamas down the rest of the way, leaving Kurt on full display. And it wasn’t even the first time, but tonight felt different somehow.
Kurt lifted his hips and Puck took the hint, smirking as he slid the fabric down Kurt’s thighs and off. When he realized Kurt wasn’t wearing any underwear he lifted an eyebrow, but instead of commenting he tossed the pajamas over the edge of the bed before he crawled up Kurt to press their lips together again.
And this was what Kurt had been waiting for, thinking about all day and trying not to picture so he wouldn’t spend the entire afternoon impossibly hard. But it was impossible not to think about Puck’s hands on him now that he knew how it felt, Puck’s mouth moving against his and his erection pressing insistently into Kurt’s thigh.
The fact that he was hard because of Kurt was still hard to believe, but Puck was kissing him like he’d never get enough, like he’d been thinking about this moment just as much as Kurt, and when Kurt’s heart stuttered in his chest he didn’t care if Puck felt it.
“Puck,” Kurt said, like a prayer against his lips as he slid his hand up the back of Puck’s scalp. “We need…”
Puck nodded and let go of him again, stretching up to fumble in the drawer for the lube Kurt had stashed after he kicked Blaine out the night before. Then Puck was back, dropping the bottle on the mattress and pausing to look Kurt right in the eyes.
“Break up with him.”
“What?” Kurt stammered, blinking and trying to focus on the sound of Puck’s voice through the haze of lust in his brain.
“I mean it, babe,” Puck said, and he sounded almost angry, but Kurt was starting to recognize the sound of Puck trying not to show fear. “He can’t give you what you need. Hell, he can’t even stay awake.”
Kurt laughed, soft and breathy, and okay, a little guilty, but what Blaine didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him any more than Kurt already had. He took a deep breath and reached up, hand on Puck’s cheek to trace the rough scratch of stubble along his jaw.
“I already did.”
“You what?” Puck asked, hand sliding down Kurt’s side, and there was no way he could focus on a conversation if Puck was going to keep doing that. “Seriously?”
Kurt nodded against the pillow, and his heart was pounding so hard now he thought it might come right out of his chest. “This afternoon, after we left the mall. I started to do it in the food court, but then you three showed up and I didn’t think he’d appreciate the audience, considering.”
For a second Puck looked as though he thought an audience was exactly what Blaine needed. And the truth was he hadn’t minded having an audience during their brief foray into polyamory, so maybe Puck had a point. But Kurt didn’t really want to talk about it, not when Puck was naked and still hard and looking at him like he’d never really seen Kurt before.
“Then why’d you try to stop me before?” Puck asked, frowning down at him, and Kurt stopped just short of rolling his eyes.
“Because I assumed you wouldn’t want Finn to know about this.”
“Are you kidding? He’s been hassling me all night about being a home wrecker. If you’d just told him you already dumped Blaine’s ass he would have stopped riding mine.”
Kurt bit back a joke about Finn doing anything to Puck’s ass, mainly because he didn’t want the mental picture to eradicate from his imagination. “He doesn’t know about our...arrangement, does he?”
“You mean does he know I fucked your boyfriend just to get in your pants? No.” Puck leaned in to open his mouth against Kurt’s neck, tongue sliding along Kurt’s skin before he huffed a hot breath over the spot. “I’m pretty sure he couldn’t handle hearing that about his boy crush. Seriously, you’re better off without him, babe. I think Finn’s totally in love with the guy.”
Kurt snorted a laugh that sounded far too loud in the quiet of the room, then he buried his face in Puck’s neck and listened for a moment to make sure none of his family members had heard them and come to investigate. “I’m pretty sure that’s just Finn’s idea of being supportive.”
“Whatever, he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore,” Puck said, pulling back to look at Kurt. “You’re mine now.”
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat, hands frozen on Puck’s back and blinking up at him. “I am?”
“Yeah, I mean, you are, right?” Puck asked, suddenly unsure, and the fact that Puck could sound that way about him made Kurt’s heart do a tap dance in his chest.
“Yes,” Kurt said, nodding again and tightening his grip on Puck to pull him forward, arching up to meet him halfway and whisper against his lips. “I…yes.”
“Good,” Puck said, and Kurt felt Puck’s voice rumbling in his chest. He kissed Puck hard, dragging him forward and rocking up against him, leg hooked around his thighs and Puck groaned and pushed forward to meet him.
Puck’s hands were everywhere, lifting him up and dragging him close, fingers skimming his ass and dipping between his cheeks until Kurt was making needy noises in the back of his throat and rocking up against him. He felt around on the mattress above him, hunting blindly for the lube Puck had dropped there just a few minutes ago.
When his hand finally closed around it he pushed it into Puck’s hand, neck arched to give Puck better access as Puck took the lube and flipped it open. And they were going to have to have a discussion about leaving marks where his father could see, because if they were going to be open about their relationship there was no way his father was going to let Puck in the house if he kept leaving evidence all over Kurt’s neck.
His heart skipped another beat at the thought of a relationship with Puck. He knew it could be a disaster; they barely spoke the same language half the time, and they hardly had anything in common. But Puck wanted to be with him - wanted it enough to let Finn know about it - and Kurt had never wanted anything to work so much in his life.
Two fingers slid inside him, and Kurt bit down on a moan and rocked up to pull Puck even deeper. He was trying to remember to be quiet, because Finn was right down the hall and his parents were just downstairs, but then Puck twisted his fingers and Kurt choked on a gasp and bit down hard on Puck’s shoulder.
“Fuck, babe,” Puck said, voice close to Kurt’s ear, and he sounded sort of surprised. Kurt laughed against his skin and brushed a kiss against the spot, then he fell back against the pillow and reached for the lube to pour some in his hand and wrap slick fingers around Puck’s cock.
Puck groaned again and thrust into his grip, hips moving in a steady rhythm and when Kurt said, "Puck, please," he didn't laugh. Instead he eased his fingers out of Kurt, ignoring the soft hiss of loss that escaped Kurt's throat. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth before he lined himself up, one hand under Kurt's thigh to hold him open as he slid into tight heat.
Kurt bit down hard on a fresh moan and angled his hips up to meet Puck, rocking into each stroke and clenching hard around him to drag him even deeper. Puck's mouth landed on his neck to suck hard at his skin, and Kurt arched up into the new sensation and ground down even harder onto Puck's dick. He could hear the breathy little noises escaping his throat, high and needy and he sounded desperate, but he couldn't make himself stop.
He felt desperate, all the fear that Puck might change his mind giving way to the need to get as close to Puck as possible. Puck was talking, murmuring Kurt's name over and over against his skin, and when Kurt slid a hand around the back of his neck Puck pulled back just far enough to look at him.
Just looking, as though maybe he was having a little trouble believing this was really happening too. The thought made Kurt's heart clench hard in his chest, and he surged up to press their lips together, kissing Puck hard and rocking up against him, panting against his mouth and just holding on as though this was the only thing holding him together.
It felt a little like that was true, as though maybe if he let go he'd start shaking and never stop until he came apart completely. And maybe Puck could tell, because strong arms slid around Kurt, pushing him back into the mattress and whispering near his ear, Kurt and I've got you, over and over as he thrust forward in a slow, steady rhythm.
Kurt's dick was trapped between them, painfully hard and with every drag of Puck's stomach against it he let out a high, broken moan. He should have been embarrassed, because he could hear how he sounded, but Puck was pressing kisses to his neck and his shoulder, the side of his face and finally his mouth, lips parted to swallow Kurt's needy moans until finally he sucked in a harsh breath and came on both their stomachs.
Without Puck even touching him, and Kurt wondered vaguely if he should be embarrassed, but he was too busy melting into the mattress to worry about it. Puck didn’t even wait for him to stop shaking before he was moving, pushing Kurt’s knees up and apart, arms braced against the mattress to hold him open as Puck pushed back inside him.
All Kurt could do was hold on as Puck pounded into him, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars, sending electric jolts of hot pleasure coursing through him and leaving him panting and wrecked and still desperate for more. He wanted everything, things he hadn’t even thought of yet, and he wanted it all from Puck. Wanted this to last forever, because as soon as it was over Kurt would start thinking again, and he wanted to feel like this for as long as he could.
But not even Puck could last forever, and when Kurt reached down and closed a hand around Puck’s where it was resting on the mattress next to him, Puck moaned low in his throat and came. Kurt arched up to swallow the sound with a kiss, letting Puck pant against his mouth as he shook his way through his orgasm.
His muscles were tense, arms locked and Kurt ran his hands up and down Puck’s skin, making soothing noises against his mouth until Puck let out a breathy laugh and dropped onto the mattress next to him.
Kurt shifted onto his stomach, wincing a little at the burn in his ass as he rested his head on his arms to watch Puck’s chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He was staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth curved into a self-satisfied little smirk, and Kurt couldn’t help smiling back.
“You look awfully pleased with yourself.”
“Hell, I’m just happy to be alive,” Puck answered, turning his head to look at Kurt. “I think you might kill me, babe.”
“This was all your idea, if you’ll recall,” Kurt reminded him, but he was still smiling, and when Puck turned onto his side to curve a hand around Kurt’s ass he didn’t complain. “Besides, I’ve heard the stories about your stamina.”
“Yeah, but that was before I did it with another dude,” Puck said, as though Kurt would know the difference. “If I’d known what I was missing I would have tried it a long time ago.”
Kurt’s smile faded into a thoughtful expression, reaching out with one hand to trace Puck’s bottom lip with his thumb. “So the first time was…”
“Last weekend,” Puck answered, catching Kurt’s thumb between his teeth and sliding his tongue along the pad before he let go again. “You were there, remember?”
“So how did you…” Kurt paused, trying to decide the right way to ask how Puck managed to know what he was doing when he’d never experimented with another guy before. He certainly hadn’t needed any instruction from either of them, and as far as Kurt knew Blaine didn’t have any more complaints - at least about the actual sex - than he did.
“Porn,” Puck answered, grinning when Kurt frowned. “What? It’s educational.”
Kurt huffed a noncommittal sigh and pulled his hand away from Puck’s mouth, but before he could tuck it back under his head Puck caught it and used it to drag Kurt a little closer.
“How come you hate it so much, anyway?”
Kurt felt himself blush and was glad for the darkness in the room. He lifted one shoulder in an awkward shrug and looked down at their hands, still linked together on the mattress between them.
“It’s just so…embarrassing. I always end up thinking about the actors and how they ended up doing that for a living, and then I start thinking about their mothers and whether or not they know where their sons are.”
“Babe,” Puck said when Kurt stopped to take a breath, and Kurt could hear the laughter in his voice, but it sounded more amused than mean, “you gotta learn to stop thinking so hard all the time.”
The heat in his face spread down his neck and across his chest, and Kurt arched an eyebrow at Puck from up close. “And I suppose you’re going to teach me how?”
“Well I am kind of an expert,” Puck said, and when he grinned and leaned in to press their lips together, Kurt decided that maybe he had a point.
~
He wasn’t sure how long they slept before Kurt woke up again, a heavy arm draped around his waist and just this side of too warm, in spite of the fact that they’d managed to kick the covers mostly off the bed at some point. Kurt was fairly sure his bed looked like…well, like he’d been having noisy and enthusiastic sex, and if his laundry volume kept increasing he was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
Kurt reached for his phone long enough to see that it was just past 4:00 am, but when the arm on his waist tightened he set the phone down and let Puck pull him back against the solid warmth of his body. He knew it was dangerous, letting Puck stay the night, but it was the first time they’d ever been able to do this without worrying that Blaine was going to wake up and ask what was going on, and Kurt wanted to enjoy it for awhile longer.
He wanted the weight of Puck’s arm around him, the solid press of all that skin and the feeling of Puck’s dick nestled against his ass. Kurt pushed back experimentally, and when Puck hummed something he didn’t catch and thrust forward to meet him, Kurt realized he wasn’t quite as asleep as he was pretending.
Puck mumbled something that Kurt was pretty sure amounted to ‘what time is it?’ right up next to his ear, and Kurt bit down on his lip to hold back a shiver. “Early. My dad won’t be up for a couple hours at least. You can go back to sleep for awhile if you like.”
The only answer he got was a low chuckle, vibrating in Puck’s chest and making the knot of want in Kurt’s stomach curl a little more tightly. Puck’s hand rested on Kurt’s stomach, fingers spread wide and when he thrust forward this time he pulled Kurt back into him. He slipped between Kurt’s cheeks, and Kurt bit down on a gasp at the tease and pushed back even harder.
The hand on his stomach disappeared, feeling around on the mattress for the lube they’d dropped earlier, and when Puck finally found it Kurt bit back a relieved sigh this time. A minute later two fingers pushed inside him, and Kurt moaned and ground back into his touch.
“Thoughtful, if…unnecessary,” Kurt said, his voice breaking when Puck twisted his fingers just a little.
“Yeah, but you’re so hot when you beg for it,” Puck answered, his mouth on the side of Kurt’s neck and sending hot shivers down Kurt’s spine. He pushed his fingers in and out of Kurt a few more times, then they disappeared and Kurt swallowed a sigh at the loss.
He was too busy trying not to moan so loud he woke up the entire house to worry about how he looked, but at least Puck seemed to be enjoying the show. Kurt blushed at the thought, then Puck’s hand slid under his thigh, pushing it up and holding him open as he lined himself up and slid inside. Kurt forgot all about appearances as soon as Puck pushed inside him, moaning and dropping his head back onto Puck’s shoulder to get him as close as possible.
They didn’t have much room to move in this position, but the shallow thrusts of Puck’s hips hit him in just the right place, and Kurt closed his eyes tight and gripped the hand that was resting on his hip. Puck’s other arm circled his shoulders, then a finger slid along his bottom lip, teasing until Kurt opened his mouth and let Puck push his fingers inside. He sucked hard on Puck’s middle and index fingers while Puck fucked him, and he didn’t even think about how he must look, because Puck’s hand was at least muffling the sound of his moans.
He’d always thought of himself as the quiet type, but nothing had ever made him feel the way Puck did, like he was actually worth looking at. Him, not the clothes or the hair or even his voice, just…him. His heart thudded hard in his chest at the thought and he let Puck’s fingers slip free, then he turned his face into Puck’s hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.
The body behind him shuddered and Kurt grinned, pushing back to drag Puck even deeper inside. He clenched hard around Puck, dragging a moan out of him as Puck pulled back and slammed into him again. Over and over, moving a little more erratically with each thrust until they were both breathing hard and pushing for more.
“Puck,” Kurt said, over and over, chanting the name like a mantra, and when a hand reached down to close around his cock Kurt dug his fingers into Puck’s thigh and came in his hand.
Puck’s mouth moved on his neck, pressing hot kisses to sweat-slick skin. And Kurt knew he was a mess; his hair was a disaster and he was covered in sweat and come and the smell of sex. The smell of Puck, and that was the thought that made him turn in Puck’s grip, ignoring the sense of loss when Puck slipped out of him to push Puck onto his back.
He’d never actually done this before. When he did manage to get Blaine to agree to top, he’d mostly been on his knees, because it was easier for him to enjoy the sensation when he wasn’t worrying about whether or not Blaine was looking at him.
But there was no hiding from Puck; he was always looking, gaze heavy with want and Kurt was starting to like the way it felt. He knelt over Puck, knees pressed against his thighs and when Puck reached up and gripped his hips Kurt lined himself up and sank onto Puck’s cock again.
Puck was still talking, murmuring under his breath and Kurt couldn’t be sure, but he thought Puck might be praying. Which was kind of weird, considering, but it was Puck, so Kurt didn’t ask. Instead he let Puck grip his hips hard and thrust up into him, sinking down to meet each stroke until his thighs were shaking just from the tension. It was too much, Puck’s eyes on him and his hands on Kurt’s skin, Puck pushing inside him over and over, and when Kurt couldn’t take it anymore he surged forward and kissed Puck hard.
Instantly an arm went around his waist, pulling him close and lifting up at the same time until they were moving together again, mouths pressed together and just breathing each other’s air while Kurt rode him. He could tell Puck was close, knew by the increasingly wild thrusts of his hips and Kurt clenched hard around him with each thrust until finally Puck grunted against his mouth and came.
It took awhile for Puck to catch his breath. When he finally stopped shaking he collapsed back onto the bed, eyes closed and Kurt thought he might pass out the way Blaine used to do. Not that Kurt could blame him, considering, but it was getting later, and he knew he’d have to kick Puck out before long.
He climbed off the bed and headed to his bathroom to clean up the lube, then he crossed back to the bed and slid down onto the mattress next to Puck. As soon as he did Puck’s eyes opened, and when he reached out Kurt let Puck pull him forward for a soft kiss.
“If I stay here much longer I’m gonna fall asleep again, and then your dad’ll find me here and murder me,” Puck said, and the regret in his voice made Kurt’s heart skip a beat.
“He won’t murder you. He’ll just ground me for the rest of senior year.”
“That’s even worse,” Puck answered, but so far he hadn’t made a move to get up. “If you’re stuck up in your room all the time I’ll never even be able to see you. Besides, we’ve got Regionals, then Nationals, plus there’s prom.”
And if his heart kept stopping and starting like this Kurt was fairly sure he was going to end up in the hospital, but the thought of Puck already planning for prom - with Kurt, as though that made any sense at all - made his heart race faster than ever.
“You could go back to Finn’s room,” Kurt suggested, but he didn’t loosen his grip on Puck’s waist.
“Like I’m gonna be able to go back to sleep knowing you’re right down the hall looking like this,” Puck said. He pressed forward and kissed Kurt again, but instead of the hard, insistent kiss he’d been expecting, it was slow and soft and almost…sweet. When he pulled back he was smiling, hand coming up to push through Kurt’s hair. “Besides, not like I can sit at breakfast with your family smelling like this.”
Kurt inhaled sharply, taking in the mingled scents of sweat and boy and sex. “You smell good.”
Puck huffed a soft laugh and brushed another kiss against the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “I smell like you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, babe,” Puck said, punctuating the words with a kiss as he pushed Kurt back into the pillows again, “not even close.”
~
Once Puck finally left Kurt tried to go back to sleep, but eventually he gave up and climbed into the shower to wash the evidence of the night before off him. When he was clean and dressed he changed his sheets, tossing the ones they’d destroyed in the wash and starting the machine before he headed to the kitchen to start the coffee.
He knew better than to expect to find Puck still lurking around; Kurt had seen him head back down the hall to Finn’s room for his clothes, then he’d heard the front door closing behind Puck when he let himself out. Chances were he was back home in his own bed, fast asleep like a normal teenage boy.
A normal teenage boy who’d spent most of the night having amazing sex, Kurt reminded himself, blushing at the thought and smiling to himself as he filled the carafe and poured water into the coffee maker. He was humming one of Mr. Schuester’s awful classic rock ballads under his breath when the kitchen door opened, and Kurt looked up to find Finn frowning at him.
“You’re up early,” he said, but he didn’t quite manage to wipe the smile off his face.
“I guess,” Finn answered, his gaze straying to Kurt’s neck, and he really had to remember to cover all that before he ran into any parents. “Have you seen Puck? I woke up and he wasn’t there.”
Kurt bit back the urge to congratulate Finn on his extraordinary grasp of the obvious. Instead he poured a cup of coffee and handed it over, nodding an acknowledgement of Finn’s thanks before he poured one for himself.
“He went home. I’d imagine partially in order to avoid another lecture from you. And don’t try to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Kurt added when Finn opened his mouth to deny it.
He watched Finn blush, but he closed his mouth and glanced down at his coffee before he looked up at Kurt again. “I was just trying to look out for you, Kurt. We’re brothers now, that’s my job, right? I figured you and Blaine seemed pretty happy together, and you didn’t need Puck getting all weird and messing things up.”
His stomach twisted at the word ‘weird’, and Kurt pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes at Finn. “So it’s weird that he’d be interested in me?”
“Dude, no,” Finn said, but he was blushing even harder now, and they both knew Kurt had good reason to be suspicious. “I mean, I guess it's a little weird, Puck being into guys all of a sudden.”
When he saw the look on Kurt’s face he swallowed hard, then he glanced over his shoulder like maybe he was thinking about making a run for it. “Not that liking guys is weird. It’s just...it’s Puck. He’s always given me shit about turning gay eventually, but I didn’t expect him to be the one to do it.”
Kurt got what he was saying; of all of them Puck had always seemed the least likely to come out one day, and as far as Kurt was concerned he still hadn’t done any such thing. For all he knew Puck was just going through some kind of phase, but he’d been more than enthusiastic about it so far, and Kurt was willing to consider that maybe Puck had just needed some practical experience before he realized where his real interests lay.
“I confess that I didn’t really believe it at first either,” Kurt conceded. He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest, coffee mug still balanced in one hand as he watched Finn. “But he can be very...convincing.”
Finn blushed even harder at that, but he held Kurt’s gaze, and Kurt figured that was progress. “It's not just the gay thing. He broke up me and Quinn just because he was jealous. I don’t want to see him do the same thing to you.”
In a way it was sort of sweet, Kurt supposed. Still, it was none of Finn’s business, and anyway it wasn’t as though he was some great relationship expert. “Yes, well, much like yourself and Quinn, Blaine and I were already headed down that road before Puck ever got involved. He couldn’t have come between any of us if we’d been happy in our situations.”
Finn shrugged, which Kurt assumed was agreement, then he frowned again. “So you and Blaine…? But you seemed so solid.”
“Let’s just say I didn’t know what I was missing at the time and leave it at that.” Kurt blushed and turned away from Finn long enough to add a little more creamer to his coffee. “I ended it yesterday.”
“Oh,” Finn said, his own ears turning red, and Kurt could tell he was trying not to picture what Kurt had been missing and how he’d figured out that he’d been missing it. “So…wait. Were you guys breaking up when we saw you at the mall?”
“I hadn’t actually gotten around to it at that point,” Kurt answered. “But regardless of when it happened, it wasn’t Puck’s fault.”
"Yeah, but you and Puck are, like, together now, right? He said he wasn’t just messing with you. If you need me to I can kick his ass. I mean, that's sort of my job now too."
Maybe he should have mentioned the part where Puck had asked him to break up with Blaine. But. it still wasn’t any of Finn’s business, and besides, they were already broken up at that point, so it didn’t count. Instead he smiled at Finn over the rim of his coffee cup, and when Finn grinned back at him Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary. At least I hope it won't."
The truth was he wasn't a hundred percent sure what they were doing, exactly. They hadn't discussed what happened at school on Monday, for one thing. Puck seemed resigned to the inevitability of Kurt's family finding out about them, but that didn't necessarily mean he was comfortable with the entire William McKinley student body knowing that they were...them.
Kurt's hand landed on his neck, pressing against Puck's latest handiwork and feeling the heat rising from the bruise. When he realized what he was doing he blushed and pulled his hand away, but when he looked up and saw Finn blushing too Kurt knew he hadn't missed it.
“Seriously, Finn. Thanks.”
Finn grinned then, reaching out to clap an overlarge hand on Kurt’s shoulder for a second before he pulled away again. “Don’t mention it, dude. We’re brothers now; it’s...”
“...your job, yes, we’ve established that.” Kurt rolled his eyes when Finn laughed, but he couldn’t quite hide his smile.
“But hey, if things do work out with you guys, it’ll be a lot easier to double date now. At least I’ll have somebody to talk to.”
For a second Kurt just looked at him, then he set his coffee down on the counter and raised an eyebrow. “I’m letting you suggest that to Puck. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have laundry to see to,” he said, then he left Finn standing in the kitchen with his mouth open and went to put his sheets in the dryer.
~
A few hours later Kurt was sitting in the center of his bed, books spread out around him and failing miserably at focusing on his homework. As much as he loved Les Miserables, it was impossible to concentrate on the French Revolution when he kept picturing Puck in his bed, smiling at him and kissing him, over him and in him, and every time he remembered Kurt had to take a second to breathe before he could get back on task.
Which meant he’d been reading the same paragraph for almost an hour, and he hadn’t even made a start on the paper he was supposed to be writing.
He sighed and glanced at his phone again, but the screen remained stubbornly blank. Not that Puck had promised to call or anything, and Kurt knew he had no right to expect it, even after last night. But he sort of hoped he’d hear from Puck before tomorrow, if only so he could try to figure out how he was supposed to act when he saw Puck in the halls.
Still, the fact remained that he didn’t even know if Puck was his boyfriend now, or if they were something else altogether. It sounded like he wanted that when he’d asked if Kurt was his, but he hadn’t elaborated, and knowing Puck he could have just meant he didn’t want a third party distracting him while they were having sex.
He was so busy replaying the entire night over and over again in his head that he didn’t hear the doorbell ring, and he barely registered the sound of voices in the front hall. When he heard footsteps on the stairs he glanced up, expecting to see Finn coming back from Rachel’s, maybe, or his dad coming up to see if he wanted to go hang out at the garage for awhile.
When he caught sight of Puck walking through his door Kurt’s heart skipped a beat, and when Puck smirked at him he knew his mouth was hanging open. He blushed and closed it again, watching Puck cross the room to slide onto the mattress behind him.
“Hey, babe,” Puck said, and Kurt knew he should be embarrassed at the affect just Puck’s voice had on him, but when a hand landed on his waist he decided he didn’t care. “Miss me?”
“Maybe a little,” Kurt answered, closing his history book and shoving it out of the way before he turned to look at Puck. “I didn’t expect to see you again today.”
“I can take off if you’re busy,” Puck said, frowning now and pushing off the mattress, and Kurt reached out before he could stop himself and closed a hand around Puck’s arm.
“No, I...” Kurt paused and swallowed, willing his heart to stop racing long enough to convince himself that Puck was really there. “I’m glad to see you. Stay.”
Just like that Puck’s smirk was back, and when he reached out to grip the front of Kurt’s shirt he didn’t complain about crimes against fashion. He just let Puck pull him forward, a hand coming up to curve around Puck’s cheek as Kurt leaned in to kiss him.
He smiled against Puck’s mouth, and when Puck laughed and pulled back to grin at him Kurt gave up on his heart ever behaving normally again. “Hi.”
“Hey,” Puck said, tugging at the front of Kurt’s shirt again, and Kurt frowned and reached down to catch his hand.
“Careful. This is Marc Jacobs.”
Puck rolled his eyes, but he stopped worrying Kurt’s buttons between his fingers and edged a little closer on the mattress. “Whatever, babe. So what are you studying, anyway?”
“The French Revolution,” Kurt said, sighing and glancing at his discarded history book. “But not even thinking of Marius on the barricade is helping me focus, I’m afraid.”
“Who’s Marius?” Puck frowned and glanced over at Kurt’s book as though maybe he was going to find evidence of another secret boyfriend stashed somewhere.
“No one,” Kurt said, his fingers threading through Puck’s to pull him forward again. “It doesn’t matter.”
For a second Puck looked like he might argue, so Kurt kissed him again, slow and soft and when he pulled back to look Puck’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted. The sight made Kurt’s chest feel weirdly tight, and he was leaning in to pick up where he’d left off when he heard a throat clear from the doorway.
Kurt straightened up and looked over his shoulder, face flushing when he found his dad frowning at him. “Son, you busy or...Puckerman?”
Kurt heard Puck’s sigh and squeezed his hand a little harder, and when Puck squeezed back he knew it was going to be fine. “Did you want something, Dad?”
“I came up to see if you wanted to ride over to the shop with me,” Burt said. “I didn’t know you had company.”
“Sorry,” Kurt said, and he meant it, because normally he didn’t mind keeping his dad company at the shop. “I didn’t know Puck was coming over.”
He knew his dad couldn’t see from the door that Puck was holding his hand, but he was stretched out on Kurt’s bed, propped up on his side and far too close for casual conversation, and it had to be obvious that things had changed between them.
“What happened to the other kid?”
“We broke up,” Kurt answered, casting a quick glance at Puck. “Irreconcilable differences.”
His dad’s eyebrows went up and his gaze slid past Kurt to Puck again, but instead of answering he just nodded. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.”
Kurt smiled, tight-lipped and perhaps a little awkward, but he meant it all the same. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Door open,” his dad said, and Kurt blushed and rolled his eyes. “And Puckerman, no more sleeping over.”
“Oh my God,” Kurt said, blushing even harder now, but Puck’s hand squeezed his tight and he nodded at Kurt’s father.
“Good,” Kurt’s dad said, nodding in Puck’s direction once before he backed into the hall.
Kurt watched until he was gone, then he turned back to Puck and dropped his forehead onto Puck’s shoulder. He heard Puck laugh, then a hand landed on the back of his neck, and Kurt groaned and pushed back into Puck’s touch. “He’s ridiculous.”
"Come on, Kurt, we knew that was gonna happen." Puck smirked again, glancing past Kurt toward the door before he slid a hand up Kurt's thigh. "Sucks, though. Last night was awesome."
Heat curled in Kurt's stomach at the memory, and he laughed into Puck's shoulder. "This morning wasn't so bad either."
Puck shifted underneath him, turning into Kurt and lifting Kurt's face until they were eye to eye. "Babe. This morning was fucking amazing."
Before Kurt could do more than blush Puck was kissing him again, harder this time, pulling him close and Kurt didn't care about his Marc Jacobs shirt anymore. All he cared about was getting closer to Puck, chests pressed together and Kurt's arms around Puck's shoulders to hold him there so Kurt could keep kissing him for as long as possible.
He knew his dad was probably still lurking around downstairs somewhere, trying to figure out when Puck had gone from Finn's friend to Kurt's...boyfriend. Carole was home too, and if either of them walked in right now, the 'door open' rule probably wouldn't be enough anymore. But Kurt couldn't bring himself to stop, not when Puck was kissing him like it was the answer to some question he was too afraid to ask.
The thought of Puck afraid of anything made Kurt want to laugh, except that he'd seen Puck's face last night when he asked Kurt to break up with Blaine. Like it was killing him to have to ask, and Kurt's heart clenched in his chest as he pulled back to look at Puck again.
"I want you to know..." he said, at the same moment Puck said, "I talked to Rachel."
And okay, that wasn't exactly what Kurt had expected from the moment he'd thought they were having. He pulled back a little, easing his grip on Puck's shoulders and raising an eyebrow. "Today?"
"She called and woke my ass up at like 10:00," Puck said, frowning as though he couldn't believe even Rachel would be capable of that level of rudeness. Though considering the amount of sleep they’d both gotten the night before, Kurt couldn't really blame him. "She says your boy called her last night and spent like an hour talking her ear off about how you thought you were in love with me and how he was worried you were going to get your heart stomped on or whatever."
Kurt's face grew hotter and hotter with every word out of Puck's mouth, and by the time he got to 'love' Kurt felt like he was on fire. And he understood that Blaine was hurt, but to call Rachel, of all people, knowing what a big mouth she had, and tell her something so personal...that was just vindictive.
"Puck, I..."
"She wanted to know if she needed to stage some kind of intervention," Puck said, talking over him, and Kurt couldn't decide whether to be grateful or annoyed. "Like us hooking up is going to bring down New Directions or something."
Any other time Kurt would have said something biting about Rachel's own love life and how the rest of them couldn't hold a candle to her when it came to relationship drama. But this was his relationship they were talking about, and the fact that Blaine had told Rachel exactly how Kurt felt about Puck, knowing it would get back to him...well, it felt a little like being outed all over again.
"What did you say?"
"What do you think?" Puck said, smirking again, and Kurt's stomach did a somersault at the sight. "I told her she didn't need to worry about it, because I know how to keep you happy."
His voice dropped a little at the end of the sentence, the sound going straight to Kurt's dick. And he was fairly sure Puck was quoting directly, which meant Puck had no problem with Rachel knowing they were sleeping together.
"You realize you said this to Rachel," Kurt said, his hands sliding down Puck's chest to worry the fabric of his t-shirt between two fingers. "She can't even keep her own secrets."
"So?"
"So everyone's going to know, Puck," Kurt said, ignoring Puck's frown. "Not just the rest of Glee. The whole school will know. Are you sure you're prepared for that?"
"Babe," Puck said, catching Kurt's hand and easing it away from his chest so he could pull Kurt flush against him, "I wasn't the one with something to hide here."
He swallowed Kurt's gasp with a kiss, tongue pushing past Kurt's teeth and kissing Kurt hard, hands on him to drag him impossibly closer and Kurt was tempted to push him down onto the pillows and hope his parents stayed downstairs for awhile. But as soon as he thought it Puck pulled back, lips red and wet and it was all Kurt could do not to dive back in for more.
"Your boy wants you back."
"He's not my boy," Kurt said, and he sounded angrier than he planned, but the thing was, he was angry. At Blaine, mostly, for being petty enough to call Rachel, and at himself for handling this whole situation as badly as possible. "And I don't care what he wants. I don't want him."
"Yeah? What do you want?" Puck asked, grinning now, and Kurt rolled his eyes and looked away.
"You know."
Puck shifted again and leaned up to press warm lips to Kurt's neck, tongue sliding along the mark he'd left there the night before. "Yeah, babe, but I wanna hear you say it."
Kurt bit his lip, his stomach fluttering at the thought of actually saying it out loud. He’d showed Puck what he wanted, and Blaine had made sure that Puck heard in no uncertain terms exactly how he felt. So it shouldn’t be hard to open his mouth and just say the words, but his stomach tied in knots and he took another deep breath before he lifted his chin and met Puck’s steady gaze.
“I want you.”
His whole faced burned as he said it, but when he saw the way Puck’s eyes went dark he decided it was worth a little embarrassment. Besides, it wasn’t like Puck had a problem saying exactly the same thing to Kurt, and that was before he knew how Kurt really felt about him.
“Good. Because I told Rachel the next time she talks to your ex, she should tell him he already blew his chance and he should back the fuck off.”
The intensity in Puck’s voice sent a shiver down Kurt’s spine, and he rolled his eyes at his own predictability, because he never thought he’d be the type to get turned on by jealousy. Then again, he’d never really expected anyone to be jealous over him - that one unfortunate incident with Mercedes and his windshield aside - and the fact that someone like Puck could be jealous over him was unthinkable.
Yet here he was, dark and scowling, bottom lip sticking out invitingly, and Kurt leaned in before he could talk himself out of it and sucked Puck’s lip between his teeth. He felt Puck’s groan rumble through his chest, felt the familiar curl of want in his belly and slid a hand under Puck’s shirt to press his palm against hot skin.
“Kurt,” Puck murmured against his mouth, then again, louder, and when he reached down to pull Kurt’s hand away from his stomach Kurt blinked and pulled back to frown at him. “Somebody’s coming.”
Kurt blinked again, trying and failing to clear the fog that had settled in his brain. The sound of footsteps penetrated the distracting urge to pull Puck close again, and when he glanced toward the door Finn was standing outside his room staring at them.
“Oh. Uh...hey, guys. I...uh.”
His eyes were a little wide, as though he hadn’t actually believed Kurt and Puck were together until he saw it for himself. And there was no reason to stand there and stare as though they were some kind of exotic display at the zoo or something, but there he was all the same, sort of frowning at them as though he was waiting for them to perform a trick.
“You want something, dude?” Puck asked, annoyed, and Kurt turned at the sound of his voice to find Puck raising an eyebrow in Finn’s direction.
“No...uh...I just thought I’d...no,” Finn stammered, and when Puck rolled his eyes Kurt allowed himself a tiny smile. He waited until he heard Finn head back down the hall toward his own room, then the soft click of his door closing behind him.
Once he was gone Puck looked at him again, shaking his head and breathing out hard through his nose. As though maybe he wasn’t any more prepared for Finn to see them together than Finn was to see them, and Kurt’s heart sank at the thought. Because it was one thing for Puck to say he didn’t care who knew about them, but it was another for him to deal with the reality of people staring and whispering and calling him names.
“That’s what it’s going to be like once people know,” Kurt said, voice quiet and his gaze locked on the center of Puck’s chest. “That and a lot worse. I know you think you know what you’re getting into...”
Kurt,” Puck interrupted, voice sharp and making Kurt look up at him. “I already told you, I don’t care what Finn or any of those other assholes think.”
“I know you believe that now, but it’s going to be different tomorrow.”
As soon as he said it Puck was moving, pushing up on the mattress and moving away and it was all Kurt could do not to grab his arm and pull him close again. He wanted Puck to stay - he wanted Puck, more than he’d ever wanted anything - but if he was going to run as soon as he figured out how hard this was going to be, Kurt wanted to know now.
“If you’re looking for an out here, just say so.”
“What? No,” Kurt said, panic rising in his throat at the thought of losing what they had before it even really started. “Of course I’m not.”
“You sure about that?” Because you’ve been trying to get me to bail since the beginning.”
"I have not," Kurt said, frowning at the way his voice shook. He hadn't; he couldn't have, because the last thing he wanted was for Puck to change his mind. But he’d been the one to tell Puck they couldn’t over and over, and he was the one who’d stayed with Blaine when he knew long before Puck came along that it wasn’t working.
Puck blew out a harsh breath, jaw set and scowling at him, and Kurt's stomach trembled again. And maybe Puck had a point, because Kurt had been waiting for him to back out since this whole thing started. But that didn't mean he wanted it to happen, and now that it was a possibility, he had no idea how to make it right.
"So what's the problem? Are you scared about what those losers at school are going to think? Babe, you're better than all of them."
Just hearing Puck say the words made Kurt's throat close up. He took a deep breath, blinking against the stinging in the corners of his eyes as he looked up at Puck. "I'm not scared of what people are going to think."
"Then what?" Puck said, but he sounded less angry now, and Kurt took another shaky breath when Puck's hand landed on his neck. "Just say it already."
Kurt frowned, struggling to focus while Puck’s thumb was stroking little patterns on the side of his neck. He didn’t even know how they’d gotten here, because a few minutes ago everything had been fine, then Finn put in an appearance and suddenly it was all wrong again.
“I’m not scared,” Kurt insisted, but he felt the heat spreading down his neck and he knew Puck wouldn’t miss it. “It’s just...you’re not even gay.”
Puck rolled his eyes, and that wasn’t fair, because it was a valid point. Sure, Puck wanted him now, but there was no telling how long it would last. With Blaine things weren’t perfect, but he’d known they could last. Puck made him feel things he’d never even considered before, and the thought of losing all that when Puck decided he’d had enough scared Kurt more than anything since his dad’s heart attack.
“Look, was that true, what your ex said to Rachel?” Puck asked, and Kurt blushed even harder when he realized that Puck was asking if Kurt really was in love with him. He wanted to say no, that Blaine was just hurt and angry and looking for a way to make Kurt feel as bad as he did. He could probably even convince Puck it was true, but when he looked up and saw Puck’s expression he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it.
Puck’s eyes were dark, jaw set in that determined line Kurt was starting to get used to, but he looked a little nervous, too, like maybe it mattered to him how Kurt felt. And maybe if he told Puck the truth it would ruin everything; maybe he’d pull away and clear his throat and say this was way too heavy for him, that he wanted Kurt, sure, maybe even liked him, but love was more than he could handle.
He took a shaky breath and looked up, holding Puck’s steady gaze while he nodded. For a second Puck just looked at him, and Kurt’s pulse pounded in his ears while he waited for the moment that Puck let go and started making excuses. But his hand was still on Kurt’s neck, then he pushed forward and kissed Kurt again, swallowing the sound of Kurt’s broken gasp and hooking an arm around his waist to pull him close.
Kurt’s arms slid around his neck, just holding on and kissing Puck back with everything he had in him. Because if this was the last time he wanted to remember it, but if there was a chance it wasn’t, he wanted to remind Puck why they’d started all this in the first place.
His whole family was still in the house, any of them liable to walk past at any time and see him kissing Puck like his life depended on it. But he couldn't make himself care, not when he'd more or less just said, "I love you," and Puck had stayed anyway. He hadn't said it back, but he was kissing Kurt like he didn't hate the idea, and when Puck pushed him backwards Kurt dragged Puck down onto the mattress with him.
"Kurt," Puck murmured against his mouth, softer this time, and Kurt's pulse pounded even harder when Puck's mouth left his to trail along his neck.
His hands slid down Puck's back, under the hem of his shirt to drag his fingers across warm skin, and when Puck groaned into his neck and pulled back to look at him the heat in his eyes went straight to Kurt's dick.
"You're killing me, babe," he said, but he was smiling. "Your dad catches us like this and he'll ban me from more than just sleeping over."
"He's really not that unreasonable," Kurt answered, but he let Puck put a little space between them anyway, because making out was one thing, but if Puck stayed pressed up against him for much longer Kurt wouldn’t be responsible for his own actions.
Puck's laugh was warm against his skin, and Kurt's stomach trembled all over again when a hand pushed through his hair. Just looking, and it took everything in Kurt not to look away, but somehow he held Puck’s gaze.
"Look, you can call this whatever you want. All I know is I like how I feel when I’m with you. Not just the fucking,” Puck said, and when he smirked Kurt felt it in his dick. “I just want you, Kurt. Fuck what anybody else thinks about it.”
He was still terrified of what happened tomorrow when they got to school and Puck was faced with the reality of being Kurt Hummel’s boyfriend. There was still a good chance that Puck would take one too many slushies or locker shoves and decide it wasn’t worth it, that no matter how he felt when they were alone, it wasn’t enough to ruin what was left of his reputation. But Puck sounded like he meant it, at least for now, and Kurt wanted to believe him.
“Okay,” he heard himself say, but when he pushed forward for another kiss Puck caught him and held him just far enough away to raise an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah? So you’re gonna stop freaking out?”
“I’m not making any promises,” Kurt said, but he smiled, and Puck huffed another soft laugh. “But I’ll try.”
“Good,” Puck said, leaning in to meet Kurt halfway. “You’re picking me up for school tomorrow, right?”
Kurt blinked at him up close, imagining actually walking into school with Puck in the morning. He flushed and nodded, hands on Puck’s chest to twist his fingers in the soft cotton of his t-shirt. “If you want.”
“Are you kidding? What’s the point of having a boyfriend with a totally sweet ride if I don’t get to show up at school in style?”
Kurt made a mental note to complain about his boyfriend using him for his car, just as soon as he finished kissing Puck back.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine, Puck/Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC17
Word count: ~47,000
Summary: Blaine's the perfect boyfriend in all the ways that are important to Kurt, so if their sex life isn't ideal, it's not the end of the world. At least that's what Kurt tells himself until Puck offers to help them with their problem, and Kurt discovers exactly what's been missing from his relationship.
He was trying to convince himself that it didn’t matter when he heard a door open down the hall, and Kurt’s heart skipped a beat as he sat up and squinted in the darkness toward his door. The footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but Kurt held his breath and strained to hear them coming closer, until finally Puck pushed his door a little further open and slipped inside.
Puck closed the door behind him, then he turned around and as Kurt’s eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw that Puck was shirtless. Kurt’s stomach trembled and he glanced down at his own pajamas, feeling suddenly overdressed as Puck crossed the room and stopped next to the bed.
“I thought you might have changed your mind,” Kurt said, his voice trembling a little, and he hoped Puck wouldn’t notice.
The mattress shifted under him as Puck planted a knee on the bed, and as soon as he did Kurt reached out to grip his hand and pull him forward. Puck let himself be pulled onto the bed, fingers threading through Kurt’s and stretching out on his side to look up at him.
“Finn wouldn’t shut the hell up, then it took him forever to fall asleep. I was about to say fuck it and just ditch him anyway when he finally passed out.”
Kurt’s stomach tied into knots at the thought of Puck telling Finn where he was going, and he tightened his grip on Puck’s hand and inched a little closer on the mattress. “Puck, are you saying that you told Finn about…this?”
“It wasn’t my fault, babe,” Puck said, the surliness creeping back into his voice. “He wouldn’t shut the hell up about your boy and how cool it was that you guys had each other or whatever. All I said was I thought you could do better, then he was all over me about not messing things up for you.”
“You said I could do better?” Kurt asked, blinking at Puck in the darkness.
Puck shrugged and looked down at the mattress between them, but when he tried to pull his hand away Kurt tightened his grip even more. “I might have said something about your boy not deserving somebody as hot as you if he wasn’t gonna appreciate it.”
There was a lot Kurt wanted to ask, like why Puck didn’t care if Finn knew what was going on between them, or why Finn thought it was any of his business in the first place. He could ask why Puck had gotten so upset earlier when he thought Kurt was trying to tell him to stop because of Blaine, or maybe why Puck had snuck into his room even though he thought Kurt was still cheating on his boyfriend.
But his heart was pounding hard in his chest and he was pretty sure if he tried to talk that he’d do something stupid and embarrassing like cry, so instead he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
As soon as Kurt kissed him Puck was moving, reaching up to drag him down onto the mattress, arms around him and pulling him close until they were pressed so close together Kurt could feel Puck’s heartbeat through his chest. He slid his arms around Puck’s neck and held on, arching up to drag Puck even closer and hooking a leg around Puck’s thighs.
Kurt sighed into the kiss and Puck took the in, tongue pushing past parted lips to chase the flavors of toothpaste and Kurt until he was moaning and rocking against Puck. It was way too much and not nearly enough, and Kurt knew if they didn’t slow down it would be over long before either of them was ready. But they had all night, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing if the first time was frenzied and out of control.
Puck was rocking against him, hand on Kurt’s ass and pulling him up into each thrust, and it felt fantastic, but Kurt knew it would be even better without their clothes. As soon as he thought it Puck was moving, pulling away far enough to hook his thumbs in his sweatpants and drag them down his hips. He kicked them off before he turned back to Kurt, hands on his pajamas and fumbling with the buttons until he got enough of them open for Kurt to yank the top over his head.
As soon as he dropped it over the side of the bed Puck was pushing him backwards, onto the pillows to stare up at Puck as he planted a knee on either side of Kurt’s thighs and reached for the waistband of his pants. His fingers skimmed Kurt’s stomach just below his belly button, and he let out a shaky breath when Puck dragged the fabric down just a little.
He held his breath while he waited for the moment Puck pulled his pajamas down the rest of the way, leaving Kurt on full display. And it wasn’t even the first time, but tonight felt different somehow.
Kurt lifted his hips and Puck took the hint, smirking as he slid the fabric down Kurt’s thighs and off. When he realized Kurt wasn’t wearing any underwear he lifted an eyebrow, but instead of commenting he tossed the pajamas over the edge of the bed before he crawled up Kurt to press their lips together again.
And this was what Kurt had been waiting for, thinking about all day and trying not to picture so he wouldn’t spend the entire afternoon impossibly hard. But it was impossible not to think about Puck’s hands on him now that he knew how it felt, Puck’s mouth moving against his and his erection pressing insistently into Kurt’s thigh.
The fact that he was hard because of Kurt was still hard to believe, but Puck was kissing him like he’d never get enough, like he’d been thinking about this moment just as much as Kurt, and when Kurt’s heart stuttered in his chest he didn’t care if Puck felt it.
“Puck,” Kurt said, like a prayer against his lips as he slid his hand up the back of Puck’s scalp. “We need…”
Puck nodded and let go of him again, stretching up to fumble in the drawer for the lube Kurt had stashed after he kicked Blaine out the night before. Then Puck was back, dropping the bottle on the mattress and pausing to look Kurt right in the eyes.
“Break up with him.”
“What?” Kurt stammered, blinking and trying to focus on the sound of Puck’s voice through the haze of lust in his brain.
“I mean it, babe,” Puck said, and he sounded almost angry, but Kurt was starting to recognize the sound of Puck trying not to show fear. “He can’t give you what you need. Hell, he can’t even stay awake.”
Kurt laughed, soft and breathy, and okay, a little guilty, but what Blaine didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him any more than Kurt already had. He took a deep breath and reached up, hand on Puck’s cheek to trace the rough scratch of stubble along his jaw.
“I already did.”
“You what?” Puck asked, hand sliding down Kurt’s side, and there was no way he could focus on a conversation if Puck was going to keep doing that. “Seriously?”
Kurt nodded against the pillow, and his heart was pounding so hard now he thought it might come right out of his chest. “This afternoon, after we left the mall. I started to do it in the food court, but then you three showed up and I didn’t think he’d appreciate the audience, considering.”
For a second Puck looked as though he thought an audience was exactly what Blaine needed. And the truth was he hadn’t minded having an audience during their brief foray into polyamory, so maybe Puck had a point. But Kurt didn’t really want to talk about it, not when Puck was naked and still hard and looking at him like he’d never really seen Kurt before.
“Then why’d you try to stop me before?” Puck asked, frowning down at him, and Kurt stopped just short of rolling his eyes.
“Because I assumed you wouldn’t want Finn to know about this.”
“Are you kidding? He’s been hassling me all night about being a home wrecker. If you’d just told him you already dumped Blaine’s ass he would have stopped riding mine.”
Kurt bit back a joke about Finn doing anything to Puck’s ass, mainly because he didn’t want the mental picture to eradicate from his imagination. “He doesn’t know about our...arrangement, does he?”
“You mean does he know I fucked your boyfriend just to get in your pants? No.” Puck leaned in to open his mouth against Kurt’s neck, tongue sliding along Kurt’s skin before he huffed a hot breath over the spot. “I’m pretty sure he couldn’t handle hearing that about his boy crush. Seriously, you’re better off without him, babe. I think Finn’s totally in love with the guy.”
Kurt snorted a laugh that sounded far too loud in the quiet of the room, then he buried his face in Puck’s neck and listened for a moment to make sure none of his family members had heard them and come to investigate. “I’m pretty sure that’s just Finn’s idea of being supportive.”
“Whatever, he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore,” Puck said, pulling back to look at Kurt. “You’re mine now.”
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat, hands frozen on Puck’s back and blinking up at him. “I am?”
“Yeah, I mean, you are, right?” Puck asked, suddenly unsure, and the fact that Puck could sound that way about him made Kurt’s heart do a tap dance in his chest.
“Yes,” Kurt said, nodding again and tightening his grip on Puck to pull him forward, arching up to meet him halfway and whisper against his lips. “I…yes.”
“Good,” Puck said, and Kurt felt Puck’s voice rumbling in his chest. He kissed Puck hard, dragging him forward and rocking up against him, leg hooked around his thighs and Puck groaned and pushed forward to meet him.
Puck’s hands were everywhere, lifting him up and dragging him close, fingers skimming his ass and dipping between his cheeks until Kurt was making needy noises in the back of his throat and rocking up against him. He felt around on the mattress above him, hunting blindly for the lube Puck had dropped there just a few minutes ago.
When his hand finally closed around it he pushed it into Puck’s hand, neck arched to give Puck better access as Puck took the lube and flipped it open. And they were going to have to have a discussion about leaving marks where his father could see, because if they were going to be open about their relationship there was no way his father was going to let Puck in the house if he kept leaving evidence all over Kurt’s neck.
His heart skipped another beat at the thought of a relationship with Puck. He knew it could be a disaster; they barely spoke the same language half the time, and they hardly had anything in common. But Puck wanted to be with him - wanted it enough to let Finn know about it - and Kurt had never wanted anything to work so much in his life.
Two fingers slid inside him, and Kurt bit down on a moan and rocked up to pull Puck even deeper. He was trying to remember to be quiet, because Finn was right down the hall and his parents were just downstairs, but then Puck twisted his fingers and Kurt choked on a gasp and bit down hard on Puck’s shoulder.
“Fuck, babe,” Puck said, voice close to Kurt’s ear, and he sounded sort of surprised. Kurt laughed against his skin and brushed a kiss against the spot, then he fell back against the pillow and reached for the lube to pour some in his hand and wrap slick fingers around Puck’s cock.
Puck groaned again and thrust into his grip, hips moving in a steady rhythm and when Kurt said, "Puck, please," he didn't laugh. Instead he eased his fingers out of Kurt, ignoring the soft hiss of loss that escaped Kurt's throat. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth before he lined himself up, one hand under Kurt's thigh to hold him open as he slid into tight heat.
Kurt bit down hard on a fresh moan and angled his hips up to meet Puck, rocking into each stroke and clenching hard around him to drag him even deeper. Puck's mouth landed on his neck to suck hard at his skin, and Kurt arched up into the new sensation and ground down even harder onto Puck's dick. He could hear the breathy little noises escaping his throat, high and needy and he sounded desperate, but he couldn't make himself stop.
He felt desperate, all the fear that Puck might change his mind giving way to the need to get as close to Puck as possible. Puck was talking, murmuring Kurt's name over and over against his skin, and when Kurt slid a hand around the back of his neck Puck pulled back just far enough to look at him.
Just looking, as though maybe he was having a little trouble believing this was really happening too. The thought made Kurt's heart clench hard in his chest, and he surged up to press their lips together, kissing Puck hard and rocking up against him, panting against his mouth and just holding on as though this was the only thing holding him together.
It felt a little like that was true, as though maybe if he let go he'd start shaking and never stop until he came apart completely. And maybe Puck could tell, because strong arms slid around Kurt, pushing him back into the mattress and whispering near his ear, Kurt and I've got you, over and over as he thrust forward in a slow, steady rhythm.
Kurt's dick was trapped between them, painfully hard and with every drag of Puck's stomach against it he let out a high, broken moan. He should have been embarrassed, because he could hear how he sounded, but Puck was pressing kisses to his neck and his shoulder, the side of his face and finally his mouth, lips parted to swallow Kurt's needy moans until finally he sucked in a harsh breath and came on both their stomachs.
Without Puck even touching him, and Kurt wondered vaguely if he should be embarrassed, but he was too busy melting into the mattress to worry about it. Puck didn’t even wait for him to stop shaking before he was moving, pushing Kurt’s knees up and apart, arms braced against the mattress to hold him open as Puck pushed back inside him.
All Kurt could do was hold on as Puck pounded into him, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars, sending electric jolts of hot pleasure coursing through him and leaving him panting and wrecked and still desperate for more. He wanted everything, things he hadn’t even thought of yet, and he wanted it all from Puck. Wanted this to last forever, because as soon as it was over Kurt would start thinking again, and he wanted to feel like this for as long as he could.
But not even Puck could last forever, and when Kurt reached down and closed a hand around Puck’s where it was resting on the mattress next to him, Puck moaned low in his throat and came. Kurt arched up to swallow the sound with a kiss, letting Puck pant against his mouth as he shook his way through his orgasm.
His muscles were tense, arms locked and Kurt ran his hands up and down Puck’s skin, making soothing noises against his mouth until Puck let out a breathy laugh and dropped onto the mattress next to him.
Kurt shifted onto his stomach, wincing a little at the burn in his ass as he rested his head on his arms to watch Puck’s chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He was staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth curved into a self-satisfied little smirk, and Kurt couldn’t help smiling back.
“You look awfully pleased with yourself.”
“Hell, I’m just happy to be alive,” Puck answered, turning his head to look at Kurt. “I think you might kill me, babe.”
“This was all your idea, if you’ll recall,” Kurt reminded him, but he was still smiling, and when Puck turned onto his side to curve a hand around Kurt’s ass he didn’t complain. “Besides, I’ve heard the stories about your stamina.”
“Yeah, but that was before I did it with another dude,” Puck said, as though Kurt would know the difference. “If I’d known what I was missing I would have tried it a long time ago.”
Kurt’s smile faded into a thoughtful expression, reaching out with one hand to trace Puck’s bottom lip with his thumb. “So the first time was…”
“Last weekend,” Puck answered, catching Kurt’s thumb between his teeth and sliding his tongue along the pad before he let go again. “You were there, remember?”
“So how did you…” Kurt paused, trying to decide the right way to ask how Puck managed to know what he was doing when he’d never experimented with another guy before. He certainly hadn’t needed any instruction from either of them, and as far as Kurt knew Blaine didn’t have any more complaints - at least about the actual sex - than he did.
“Porn,” Puck answered, grinning when Kurt frowned. “What? It’s educational.”
Kurt huffed a noncommittal sigh and pulled his hand away from Puck’s mouth, but before he could tuck it back under his head Puck caught it and used it to drag Kurt a little closer.
“How come you hate it so much, anyway?”
Kurt felt himself blush and was glad for the darkness in the room. He lifted one shoulder in an awkward shrug and looked down at their hands, still linked together on the mattress between them.
“It’s just so…embarrassing. I always end up thinking about the actors and how they ended up doing that for a living, and then I start thinking about their mothers and whether or not they know where their sons are.”
“Babe,” Puck said when Kurt stopped to take a breath, and Kurt could hear the laughter in his voice, but it sounded more amused than mean, “you gotta learn to stop thinking so hard all the time.”
The heat in his face spread down his neck and across his chest, and Kurt arched an eyebrow at Puck from up close. “And I suppose you’re going to teach me how?”
“Well I am kind of an expert,” Puck said, and when he grinned and leaned in to press their lips together, Kurt decided that maybe he had a point.
~
He wasn’t sure how long they slept before Kurt woke up again, a heavy arm draped around his waist and just this side of too warm, in spite of the fact that they’d managed to kick the covers mostly off the bed at some point. Kurt was fairly sure his bed looked like…well, like he’d been having noisy and enthusiastic sex, and if his laundry volume kept increasing he was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
Kurt reached for his phone long enough to see that it was just past 4:00 am, but when the arm on his waist tightened he set the phone down and let Puck pull him back against the solid warmth of his body. He knew it was dangerous, letting Puck stay the night, but it was the first time they’d ever been able to do this without worrying that Blaine was going to wake up and ask what was going on, and Kurt wanted to enjoy it for awhile longer.
He wanted the weight of Puck’s arm around him, the solid press of all that skin and the feeling of Puck’s dick nestled against his ass. Kurt pushed back experimentally, and when Puck hummed something he didn’t catch and thrust forward to meet him, Kurt realized he wasn’t quite as asleep as he was pretending.
Puck mumbled something that Kurt was pretty sure amounted to ‘what time is it?’ right up next to his ear, and Kurt bit down on his lip to hold back a shiver. “Early. My dad won’t be up for a couple hours at least. You can go back to sleep for awhile if you like.”
The only answer he got was a low chuckle, vibrating in Puck’s chest and making the knot of want in Kurt’s stomach curl a little more tightly. Puck’s hand rested on Kurt’s stomach, fingers spread wide and when he thrust forward this time he pulled Kurt back into him. He slipped between Kurt’s cheeks, and Kurt bit down on a gasp at the tease and pushed back even harder.
The hand on his stomach disappeared, feeling around on the mattress for the lube they’d dropped earlier, and when Puck finally found it Kurt bit back a relieved sigh this time. A minute later two fingers pushed inside him, and Kurt moaned and ground back into his touch.
“Thoughtful, if…unnecessary,” Kurt said, his voice breaking when Puck twisted his fingers just a little.
“Yeah, but you’re so hot when you beg for it,” Puck answered, his mouth on the side of Kurt’s neck and sending hot shivers down Kurt’s spine. He pushed his fingers in and out of Kurt a few more times, then they disappeared and Kurt swallowed a sigh at the loss.
He was too busy trying not to moan so loud he woke up the entire house to worry about how he looked, but at least Puck seemed to be enjoying the show. Kurt blushed at the thought, then Puck’s hand slid under his thigh, pushing it up and holding him open as he lined himself up and slid inside. Kurt forgot all about appearances as soon as Puck pushed inside him, moaning and dropping his head back onto Puck’s shoulder to get him as close as possible.
They didn’t have much room to move in this position, but the shallow thrusts of Puck’s hips hit him in just the right place, and Kurt closed his eyes tight and gripped the hand that was resting on his hip. Puck’s other arm circled his shoulders, then a finger slid along his bottom lip, teasing until Kurt opened his mouth and let Puck push his fingers inside. He sucked hard on Puck’s middle and index fingers while Puck fucked him, and he didn’t even think about how he must look, because Puck’s hand was at least muffling the sound of his moans.
He’d always thought of himself as the quiet type, but nothing had ever made him feel the way Puck did, like he was actually worth looking at. Him, not the clothes or the hair or even his voice, just…him. His heart thudded hard in his chest at the thought and he let Puck’s fingers slip free, then he turned his face into Puck’s hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.
The body behind him shuddered and Kurt grinned, pushing back to drag Puck even deeper inside. He clenched hard around Puck, dragging a moan out of him as Puck pulled back and slammed into him again. Over and over, moving a little more erratically with each thrust until they were both breathing hard and pushing for more.
“Puck,” Kurt said, over and over, chanting the name like a mantra, and when a hand reached down to close around his cock Kurt dug his fingers into Puck’s thigh and came in his hand.
Puck’s mouth moved on his neck, pressing hot kisses to sweat-slick skin. And Kurt knew he was a mess; his hair was a disaster and he was covered in sweat and come and the smell of sex. The smell of Puck, and that was the thought that made him turn in Puck’s grip, ignoring the sense of loss when Puck slipped out of him to push Puck onto his back.
He’d never actually done this before. When he did manage to get Blaine to agree to top, he’d mostly been on his knees, because it was easier for him to enjoy the sensation when he wasn’t worrying about whether or not Blaine was looking at him.
But there was no hiding from Puck; he was always looking, gaze heavy with want and Kurt was starting to like the way it felt. He knelt over Puck, knees pressed against his thighs and when Puck reached up and gripped his hips Kurt lined himself up and sank onto Puck’s cock again.
Puck was still talking, murmuring under his breath and Kurt couldn’t be sure, but he thought Puck might be praying. Which was kind of weird, considering, but it was Puck, so Kurt didn’t ask. Instead he let Puck grip his hips hard and thrust up into him, sinking down to meet each stroke until his thighs were shaking just from the tension. It was too much, Puck’s eyes on him and his hands on Kurt’s skin, Puck pushing inside him over and over, and when Kurt couldn’t take it anymore he surged forward and kissed Puck hard.
Instantly an arm went around his waist, pulling him close and lifting up at the same time until they were moving together again, mouths pressed together and just breathing each other’s air while Kurt rode him. He could tell Puck was close, knew by the increasingly wild thrusts of his hips and Kurt clenched hard around him with each thrust until finally Puck grunted against his mouth and came.
It took awhile for Puck to catch his breath. When he finally stopped shaking he collapsed back onto the bed, eyes closed and Kurt thought he might pass out the way Blaine used to do. Not that Kurt could blame him, considering, but it was getting later, and he knew he’d have to kick Puck out before long.
He climbed off the bed and headed to his bathroom to clean up the lube, then he crossed back to the bed and slid down onto the mattress next to Puck. As soon as he did Puck’s eyes opened, and when he reached out Kurt let Puck pull him forward for a soft kiss.
“If I stay here much longer I’m gonna fall asleep again, and then your dad’ll find me here and murder me,” Puck said, and the regret in his voice made Kurt’s heart skip a beat.
“He won’t murder you. He’ll just ground me for the rest of senior year.”
“That’s even worse,” Puck answered, but so far he hadn’t made a move to get up. “If you’re stuck up in your room all the time I’ll never even be able to see you. Besides, we’ve got Regionals, then Nationals, plus there’s prom.”
And if his heart kept stopping and starting like this Kurt was fairly sure he was going to end up in the hospital, but the thought of Puck already planning for prom - with Kurt, as though that made any sense at all - made his heart race faster than ever.
“You could go back to Finn’s room,” Kurt suggested, but he didn’t loosen his grip on Puck’s waist.
“Like I’m gonna be able to go back to sleep knowing you’re right down the hall looking like this,” Puck said. He pressed forward and kissed Kurt again, but instead of the hard, insistent kiss he’d been expecting, it was slow and soft and almost…sweet. When he pulled back he was smiling, hand coming up to push through Kurt’s hair. “Besides, not like I can sit at breakfast with your family smelling like this.”
Kurt inhaled sharply, taking in the mingled scents of sweat and boy and sex. “You smell good.”
Puck huffed a soft laugh and brushed another kiss against the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “I smell like you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, babe,” Puck said, punctuating the words with a kiss as he pushed Kurt back into the pillows again, “not even close.”
~
Once Puck finally left Kurt tried to go back to sleep, but eventually he gave up and climbed into the shower to wash the evidence of the night before off him. When he was clean and dressed he changed his sheets, tossing the ones they’d destroyed in the wash and starting the machine before he headed to the kitchen to start the coffee.
He knew better than to expect to find Puck still lurking around; Kurt had seen him head back down the hall to Finn’s room for his clothes, then he’d heard the front door closing behind Puck when he let himself out. Chances were he was back home in his own bed, fast asleep like a normal teenage boy.
A normal teenage boy who’d spent most of the night having amazing sex, Kurt reminded himself, blushing at the thought and smiling to himself as he filled the carafe and poured water into the coffee maker. He was humming one of Mr. Schuester’s awful classic rock ballads under his breath when the kitchen door opened, and Kurt looked up to find Finn frowning at him.
“You’re up early,” he said, but he didn’t quite manage to wipe the smile off his face.
“I guess,” Finn answered, his gaze straying to Kurt’s neck, and he really had to remember to cover all that before he ran into any parents. “Have you seen Puck? I woke up and he wasn’t there.”
Kurt bit back the urge to congratulate Finn on his extraordinary grasp of the obvious. Instead he poured a cup of coffee and handed it over, nodding an acknowledgement of Finn’s thanks before he poured one for himself.
“He went home. I’d imagine partially in order to avoid another lecture from you. And don’t try to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Kurt added when Finn opened his mouth to deny it.
He watched Finn blush, but he closed his mouth and glanced down at his coffee before he looked up at Kurt again. “I was just trying to look out for you, Kurt. We’re brothers now, that’s my job, right? I figured you and Blaine seemed pretty happy together, and you didn’t need Puck getting all weird and messing things up.”
His stomach twisted at the word ‘weird’, and Kurt pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes at Finn. “So it’s weird that he’d be interested in me?”
“Dude, no,” Finn said, but he was blushing even harder now, and they both knew Kurt had good reason to be suspicious. “I mean, I guess it's a little weird, Puck being into guys all of a sudden.”
When he saw the look on Kurt’s face he swallowed hard, then he glanced over his shoulder like maybe he was thinking about making a run for it. “Not that liking guys is weird. It’s just...it’s Puck. He’s always given me shit about turning gay eventually, but I didn’t expect him to be the one to do it.”
Kurt got what he was saying; of all of them Puck had always seemed the least likely to come out one day, and as far as Kurt was concerned he still hadn’t done any such thing. For all he knew Puck was just going through some kind of phase, but he’d been more than enthusiastic about it so far, and Kurt was willing to consider that maybe Puck had just needed some practical experience before he realized where his real interests lay.
“I confess that I didn’t really believe it at first either,” Kurt conceded. He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest, coffee mug still balanced in one hand as he watched Finn. “But he can be very...convincing.”
Finn blushed even harder at that, but he held Kurt’s gaze, and Kurt figured that was progress. “It's not just the gay thing. He broke up me and Quinn just because he was jealous. I don’t want to see him do the same thing to you.”
In a way it was sort of sweet, Kurt supposed. Still, it was none of Finn’s business, and anyway it wasn’t as though he was some great relationship expert. “Yes, well, much like yourself and Quinn, Blaine and I were already headed down that road before Puck ever got involved. He couldn’t have come between any of us if we’d been happy in our situations.”
Finn shrugged, which Kurt assumed was agreement, then he frowned again. “So you and Blaine…? But you seemed so solid.”
“Let’s just say I didn’t know what I was missing at the time and leave it at that.” Kurt blushed and turned away from Finn long enough to add a little more creamer to his coffee. “I ended it yesterday.”
“Oh,” Finn said, his own ears turning red, and Kurt could tell he was trying not to picture what Kurt had been missing and how he’d figured out that he’d been missing it. “So…wait. Were you guys breaking up when we saw you at the mall?”
“I hadn’t actually gotten around to it at that point,” Kurt answered. “But regardless of when it happened, it wasn’t Puck’s fault.”
"Yeah, but you and Puck are, like, together now, right? He said he wasn’t just messing with you. If you need me to I can kick his ass. I mean, that's sort of my job now too."
Maybe he should have mentioned the part where Puck had asked him to break up with Blaine. But. it still wasn’t any of Finn’s business, and besides, they were already broken up at that point, so it didn’t count. Instead he smiled at Finn over the rim of his coffee cup, and when Finn grinned back at him Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary. At least I hope it won't."
The truth was he wasn't a hundred percent sure what they were doing, exactly. They hadn't discussed what happened at school on Monday, for one thing. Puck seemed resigned to the inevitability of Kurt's family finding out about them, but that didn't necessarily mean he was comfortable with the entire William McKinley student body knowing that they were...them.
Kurt's hand landed on his neck, pressing against Puck's latest handiwork and feeling the heat rising from the bruise. When he realized what he was doing he blushed and pulled his hand away, but when he looked up and saw Finn blushing too Kurt knew he hadn't missed it.
“Seriously, Finn. Thanks.”
Finn grinned then, reaching out to clap an overlarge hand on Kurt’s shoulder for a second before he pulled away again. “Don’t mention it, dude. We’re brothers now; it’s...”
“...your job, yes, we’ve established that.” Kurt rolled his eyes when Finn laughed, but he couldn’t quite hide his smile.
“But hey, if things do work out with you guys, it’ll be a lot easier to double date now. At least I’ll have somebody to talk to.”
For a second Kurt just looked at him, then he set his coffee down on the counter and raised an eyebrow. “I’m letting you suggest that to Puck. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have laundry to see to,” he said, then he left Finn standing in the kitchen with his mouth open and went to put his sheets in the dryer.
~
A few hours later Kurt was sitting in the center of his bed, books spread out around him and failing miserably at focusing on his homework. As much as he loved Les Miserables, it was impossible to concentrate on the French Revolution when he kept picturing Puck in his bed, smiling at him and kissing him, over him and in him, and every time he remembered Kurt had to take a second to breathe before he could get back on task.
Which meant he’d been reading the same paragraph for almost an hour, and he hadn’t even made a start on the paper he was supposed to be writing.
He sighed and glanced at his phone again, but the screen remained stubbornly blank. Not that Puck had promised to call or anything, and Kurt knew he had no right to expect it, even after last night. But he sort of hoped he’d hear from Puck before tomorrow, if only so he could try to figure out how he was supposed to act when he saw Puck in the halls.
Still, the fact remained that he didn’t even know if Puck was his boyfriend now, or if they were something else altogether. It sounded like he wanted that when he’d asked if Kurt was his, but he hadn’t elaborated, and knowing Puck he could have just meant he didn’t want a third party distracting him while they were having sex.
He was so busy replaying the entire night over and over again in his head that he didn’t hear the doorbell ring, and he barely registered the sound of voices in the front hall. When he heard footsteps on the stairs he glanced up, expecting to see Finn coming back from Rachel’s, maybe, or his dad coming up to see if he wanted to go hang out at the garage for awhile.
When he caught sight of Puck walking through his door Kurt’s heart skipped a beat, and when Puck smirked at him he knew his mouth was hanging open. He blushed and closed it again, watching Puck cross the room to slide onto the mattress behind him.
“Hey, babe,” Puck said, and Kurt knew he should be embarrassed at the affect just Puck’s voice had on him, but when a hand landed on his waist he decided he didn’t care. “Miss me?”
“Maybe a little,” Kurt answered, closing his history book and shoving it out of the way before he turned to look at Puck. “I didn’t expect to see you again today.”
“I can take off if you’re busy,” Puck said, frowning now and pushing off the mattress, and Kurt reached out before he could stop himself and closed a hand around Puck’s arm.
“No, I...” Kurt paused and swallowed, willing his heart to stop racing long enough to convince himself that Puck was really there. “I’m glad to see you. Stay.”
Just like that Puck’s smirk was back, and when he reached out to grip the front of Kurt’s shirt he didn’t complain about crimes against fashion. He just let Puck pull him forward, a hand coming up to curve around Puck’s cheek as Kurt leaned in to kiss him.
He smiled against Puck’s mouth, and when Puck laughed and pulled back to grin at him Kurt gave up on his heart ever behaving normally again. “Hi.”
“Hey,” Puck said, tugging at the front of Kurt’s shirt again, and Kurt frowned and reached down to catch his hand.
“Careful. This is Marc Jacobs.”
Puck rolled his eyes, but he stopped worrying Kurt’s buttons between his fingers and edged a little closer on the mattress. “Whatever, babe. So what are you studying, anyway?”
“The French Revolution,” Kurt said, sighing and glancing at his discarded history book. “But not even thinking of Marius on the barricade is helping me focus, I’m afraid.”
“Who’s Marius?” Puck frowned and glanced over at Kurt’s book as though maybe he was going to find evidence of another secret boyfriend stashed somewhere.
“No one,” Kurt said, his fingers threading through Puck’s to pull him forward again. “It doesn’t matter.”
For a second Puck looked like he might argue, so Kurt kissed him again, slow and soft and when he pulled back to look Puck’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted. The sight made Kurt’s chest feel weirdly tight, and he was leaning in to pick up where he’d left off when he heard a throat clear from the doorway.
Kurt straightened up and looked over his shoulder, face flushing when he found his dad frowning at him. “Son, you busy or...Puckerman?”
Kurt heard Puck’s sigh and squeezed his hand a little harder, and when Puck squeezed back he knew it was going to be fine. “Did you want something, Dad?”
“I came up to see if you wanted to ride over to the shop with me,” Burt said. “I didn’t know you had company.”
“Sorry,” Kurt said, and he meant it, because normally he didn’t mind keeping his dad company at the shop. “I didn’t know Puck was coming over.”
He knew his dad couldn’t see from the door that Puck was holding his hand, but he was stretched out on Kurt’s bed, propped up on his side and far too close for casual conversation, and it had to be obvious that things had changed between them.
“What happened to the other kid?”
“We broke up,” Kurt answered, casting a quick glance at Puck. “Irreconcilable differences.”
His dad’s eyebrows went up and his gaze slid past Kurt to Puck again, but instead of answering he just nodded. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.”
Kurt smiled, tight-lipped and perhaps a little awkward, but he meant it all the same. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Door open,” his dad said, and Kurt blushed and rolled his eyes. “And Puckerman, no more sleeping over.”
“Oh my God,” Kurt said, blushing even harder now, but Puck’s hand squeezed his tight and he nodded at Kurt’s father.
“Good,” Kurt’s dad said, nodding in Puck’s direction once before he backed into the hall.
Kurt watched until he was gone, then he turned back to Puck and dropped his forehead onto Puck’s shoulder. He heard Puck laugh, then a hand landed on the back of his neck, and Kurt groaned and pushed back into Puck’s touch. “He’s ridiculous.”
"Come on, Kurt, we knew that was gonna happen." Puck smirked again, glancing past Kurt toward the door before he slid a hand up Kurt's thigh. "Sucks, though. Last night was awesome."
Heat curled in Kurt's stomach at the memory, and he laughed into Puck's shoulder. "This morning wasn't so bad either."
Puck shifted underneath him, turning into Kurt and lifting Kurt's face until they were eye to eye. "Babe. This morning was fucking amazing."
Before Kurt could do more than blush Puck was kissing him again, harder this time, pulling him close and Kurt didn't care about his Marc Jacobs shirt anymore. All he cared about was getting closer to Puck, chests pressed together and Kurt's arms around Puck's shoulders to hold him there so Kurt could keep kissing him for as long as possible.
He knew his dad was probably still lurking around downstairs somewhere, trying to figure out when Puck had gone from Finn's friend to Kurt's...boyfriend. Carole was home too, and if either of them walked in right now, the 'door open' rule probably wouldn't be enough anymore. But Kurt couldn't bring himself to stop, not when Puck was kissing him like it was the answer to some question he was too afraid to ask.
The thought of Puck afraid of anything made Kurt want to laugh, except that he'd seen Puck's face last night when he asked Kurt to break up with Blaine. Like it was killing him to have to ask, and Kurt's heart clenched in his chest as he pulled back to look at Puck again.
"I want you to know..." he said, at the same moment Puck said, "I talked to Rachel."
And okay, that wasn't exactly what Kurt had expected from the moment he'd thought they were having. He pulled back a little, easing his grip on Puck's shoulders and raising an eyebrow. "Today?"
"She called and woke my ass up at like 10:00," Puck said, frowning as though he couldn't believe even Rachel would be capable of that level of rudeness. Though considering the amount of sleep they’d both gotten the night before, Kurt couldn't really blame him. "She says your boy called her last night and spent like an hour talking her ear off about how you thought you were in love with me and how he was worried you were going to get your heart stomped on or whatever."
Kurt's face grew hotter and hotter with every word out of Puck's mouth, and by the time he got to 'love' Kurt felt like he was on fire. And he understood that Blaine was hurt, but to call Rachel, of all people, knowing what a big mouth she had, and tell her something so personal...that was just vindictive.
"Puck, I..."
"She wanted to know if she needed to stage some kind of intervention," Puck said, talking over him, and Kurt couldn't decide whether to be grateful or annoyed. "Like us hooking up is going to bring down New Directions or something."
Any other time Kurt would have said something biting about Rachel's own love life and how the rest of them couldn't hold a candle to her when it came to relationship drama. But this was his relationship they were talking about, and the fact that Blaine had told Rachel exactly how Kurt felt about Puck, knowing it would get back to him...well, it felt a little like being outed all over again.
"What did you say?"
"What do you think?" Puck said, smirking again, and Kurt's stomach did a somersault at the sight. "I told her she didn't need to worry about it, because I know how to keep you happy."
His voice dropped a little at the end of the sentence, the sound going straight to Kurt's dick. And he was fairly sure Puck was quoting directly, which meant Puck had no problem with Rachel knowing they were sleeping together.
"You realize you said this to Rachel," Kurt said, his hands sliding down Puck's chest to worry the fabric of his t-shirt between two fingers. "She can't even keep her own secrets."
"So?"
"So everyone's going to know, Puck," Kurt said, ignoring Puck's frown. "Not just the rest of Glee. The whole school will know. Are you sure you're prepared for that?"
"Babe," Puck said, catching Kurt's hand and easing it away from his chest so he could pull Kurt flush against him, "I wasn't the one with something to hide here."
He swallowed Kurt's gasp with a kiss, tongue pushing past Kurt's teeth and kissing Kurt hard, hands on him to drag him impossibly closer and Kurt was tempted to push him down onto the pillows and hope his parents stayed downstairs for awhile. But as soon as he thought it Puck pulled back, lips red and wet and it was all Kurt could do not to dive back in for more.
"Your boy wants you back."
"He's not my boy," Kurt said, and he sounded angrier than he planned, but the thing was, he was angry. At Blaine, mostly, for being petty enough to call Rachel, and at himself for handling this whole situation as badly as possible. "And I don't care what he wants. I don't want him."
"Yeah? What do you want?" Puck asked, grinning now, and Kurt rolled his eyes and looked away.
"You know."
Puck shifted again and leaned up to press warm lips to Kurt's neck, tongue sliding along the mark he'd left there the night before. "Yeah, babe, but I wanna hear you say it."
Kurt bit his lip, his stomach fluttering at the thought of actually saying it out loud. He’d showed Puck what he wanted, and Blaine had made sure that Puck heard in no uncertain terms exactly how he felt. So it shouldn’t be hard to open his mouth and just say the words, but his stomach tied in knots and he took another deep breath before he lifted his chin and met Puck’s steady gaze.
“I want you.”
His whole faced burned as he said it, but when he saw the way Puck’s eyes went dark he decided it was worth a little embarrassment. Besides, it wasn’t like Puck had a problem saying exactly the same thing to Kurt, and that was before he knew how Kurt really felt about him.
“Good. Because I told Rachel the next time she talks to your ex, she should tell him he already blew his chance and he should back the fuck off.”
The intensity in Puck’s voice sent a shiver down Kurt’s spine, and he rolled his eyes at his own predictability, because he never thought he’d be the type to get turned on by jealousy. Then again, he’d never really expected anyone to be jealous over him - that one unfortunate incident with Mercedes and his windshield aside - and the fact that someone like Puck could be jealous over him was unthinkable.
Yet here he was, dark and scowling, bottom lip sticking out invitingly, and Kurt leaned in before he could talk himself out of it and sucked Puck’s lip between his teeth. He felt Puck’s groan rumble through his chest, felt the familiar curl of want in his belly and slid a hand under Puck’s shirt to press his palm against hot skin.
“Kurt,” Puck murmured against his mouth, then again, louder, and when he reached down to pull Kurt’s hand away from his stomach Kurt blinked and pulled back to frown at him. “Somebody’s coming.”
Kurt blinked again, trying and failing to clear the fog that had settled in his brain. The sound of footsteps penetrated the distracting urge to pull Puck close again, and when he glanced toward the door Finn was standing outside his room staring at them.
“Oh. Uh...hey, guys. I...uh.”
His eyes were a little wide, as though he hadn’t actually believed Kurt and Puck were together until he saw it for himself. And there was no reason to stand there and stare as though they were some kind of exotic display at the zoo or something, but there he was all the same, sort of frowning at them as though he was waiting for them to perform a trick.
“You want something, dude?” Puck asked, annoyed, and Kurt turned at the sound of his voice to find Puck raising an eyebrow in Finn’s direction.
“No...uh...I just thought I’d...no,” Finn stammered, and when Puck rolled his eyes Kurt allowed himself a tiny smile. He waited until he heard Finn head back down the hall toward his own room, then the soft click of his door closing behind him.
Once he was gone Puck looked at him again, shaking his head and breathing out hard through his nose. As though maybe he wasn’t any more prepared for Finn to see them together than Finn was to see them, and Kurt’s heart sank at the thought. Because it was one thing for Puck to say he didn’t care who knew about them, but it was another for him to deal with the reality of people staring and whispering and calling him names.
“That’s what it’s going to be like once people know,” Kurt said, voice quiet and his gaze locked on the center of Puck’s chest. “That and a lot worse. I know you think you know what you’re getting into...”
Kurt,” Puck interrupted, voice sharp and making Kurt look up at him. “I already told you, I don’t care what Finn or any of those other assholes think.”
“I know you believe that now, but it’s going to be different tomorrow.”
As soon as he said it Puck was moving, pushing up on the mattress and moving away and it was all Kurt could do not to grab his arm and pull him close again. He wanted Puck to stay - he wanted Puck, more than he’d ever wanted anything - but if he was going to run as soon as he figured out how hard this was going to be, Kurt wanted to know now.
“If you’re looking for an out here, just say so.”
“What? No,” Kurt said, panic rising in his throat at the thought of losing what they had before it even really started. “Of course I’m not.”
“You sure about that?” Because you’ve been trying to get me to bail since the beginning.”
"I have not," Kurt said, frowning at the way his voice shook. He hadn't; he couldn't have, because the last thing he wanted was for Puck to change his mind. But he’d been the one to tell Puck they couldn’t over and over, and he was the one who’d stayed with Blaine when he knew long before Puck came along that it wasn’t working.
Puck blew out a harsh breath, jaw set and scowling at him, and Kurt's stomach trembled again. And maybe Puck had a point, because Kurt had been waiting for him to back out since this whole thing started. But that didn't mean he wanted it to happen, and now that it was a possibility, he had no idea how to make it right.
"So what's the problem? Are you scared about what those losers at school are going to think? Babe, you're better than all of them."
Just hearing Puck say the words made Kurt's throat close up. He took a deep breath, blinking against the stinging in the corners of his eyes as he looked up at Puck. "I'm not scared of what people are going to think."
"Then what?" Puck said, but he sounded less angry now, and Kurt took another shaky breath when Puck's hand landed on his neck. "Just say it already."
Kurt frowned, struggling to focus while Puck’s thumb was stroking little patterns on the side of his neck. He didn’t even know how they’d gotten here, because a few minutes ago everything had been fine, then Finn put in an appearance and suddenly it was all wrong again.
“I’m not scared,” Kurt insisted, but he felt the heat spreading down his neck and he knew Puck wouldn’t miss it. “It’s just...you’re not even gay.”
Puck rolled his eyes, and that wasn’t fair, because it was a valid point. Sure, Puck wanted him now, but there was no telling how long it would last. With Blaine things weren’t perfect, but he’d known they could last. Puck made him feel things he’d never even considered before, and the thought of losing all that when Puck decided he’d had enough scared Kurt more than anything since his dad’s heart attack.
“Look, was that true, what your ex said to Rachel?” Puck asked, and Kurt blushed even harder when he realized that Puck was asking if Kurt really was in love with him. He wanted to say no, that Blaine was just hurt and angry and looking for a way to make Kurt feel as bad as he did. He could probably even convince Puck it was true, but when he looked up and saw Puck’s expression he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it.
Puck’s eyes were dark, jaw set in that determined line Kurt was starting to get used to, but he looked a little nervous, too, like maybe it mattered to him how Kurt felt. And maybe if he told Puck the truth it would ruin everything; maybe he’d pull away and clear his throat and say this was way too heavy for him, that he wanted Kurt, sure, maybe even liked him, but love was more than he could handle.
He took a shaky breath and looked up, holding Puck’s steady gaze while he nodded. For a second Puck just looked at him, and Kurt’s pulse pounded in his ears while he waited for the moment that Puck let go and started making excuses. But his hand was still on Kurt’s neck, then he pushed forward and kissed Kurt again, swallowing the sound of Kurt’s broken gasp and hooking an arm around his waist to pull him close.
Kurt’s arms slid around his neck, just holding on and kissing Puck back with everything he had in him. Because if this was the last time he wanted to remember it, but if there was a chance it wasn’t, he wanted to remind Puck why they’d started all this in the first place.
His whole family was still in the house, any of them liable to walk past at any time and see him kissing Puck like his life depended on it. But he couldn't make himself care, not when he'd more or less just said, "I love you," and Puck had stayed anyway. He hadn't said it back, but he was kissing Kurt like he didn't hate the idea, and when Puck pushed him backwards Kurt dragged Puck down onto the mattress with him.
"Kurt," Puck murmured against his mouth, softer this time, and Kurt's pulse pounded even harder when Puck's mouth left his to trail along his neck.
His hands slid down Puck's back, under the hem of his shirt to drag his fingers across warm skin, and when Puck groaned into his neck and pulled back to look at him the heat in his eyes went straight to Kurt's dick.
"You're killing me, babe," he said, but he was smiling. "Your dad catches us like this and he'll ban me from more than just sleeping over."
"He's really not that unreasonable," Kurt answered, but he let Puck put a little space between them anyway, because making out was one thing, but if Puck stayed pressed up against him for much longer Kurt wouldn’t be responsible for his own actions.
Puck's laugh was warm against his skin, and Kurt's stomach trembled all over again when a hand pushed through his hair. Just looking, and it took everything in Kurt not to look away, but somehow he held Puck’s gaze.
"Look, you can call this whatever you want. All I know is I like how I feel when I’m with you. Not just the fucking,” Puck said, and when he smirked Kurt felt it in his dick. “I just want you, Kurt. Fuck what anybody else thinks about it.”
He was still terrified of what happened tomorrow when they got to school and Puck was faced with the reality of being Kurt Hummel’s boyfriend. There was still a good chance that Puck would take one too many slushies or locker shoves and decide it wasn’t worth it, that no matter how he felt when they were alone, it wasn’t enough to ruin what was left of his reputation. But Puck sounded like he meant it, at least for now, and Kurt wanted to believe him.
“Okay,” he heard himself say, but when he pushed forward for another kiss Puck caught him and held him just far enough away to raise an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah? So you’re gonna stop freaking out?”
“I’m not making any promises,” Kurt said, but he smiled, and Puck huffed another soft laugh. “But I’ll try.”
“Good,” Puck said, leaning in to meet Kurt halfway. “You’re picking me up for school tomorrow, right?”
Kurt blinked at him up close, imagining actually walking into school with Puck in the morning. He flushed and nodded, hands on Puck’s chest to twist his fingers in the soft cotton of his t-shirt. “If you want.”
“Are you kidding? What’s the point of having a boyfriend with a totally sweet ride if I don’t get to show up at school in style?”
Kurt made a mental note to complain about his boyfriend using him for his car, just as soon as he finished kissing Puck back.