Fic: Two Ducks in Love (9/?)
Title::Two Ducks in Love (9/?)
Author: gemmi999
Rating: PG-13 for language and talk of sex
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: *eventual* Kurt/Blaine; Kurt/Puck friendship
Warning: None
Word Count: 3100
Summary: When Kurt’s thirteen, his father sits him down at the kitchen table and stares at him. Looks at him and looks through him until Kurt’s shifting uncomfortably because he’s pretty sure this means he did something wrong and is going to get punished, but for the life of him he doesn’t know *what* he did. He knows his dad’s kind of freaked out because he broke his arm, but he’d told his dad that he fell (doesn’t mention being pushed, doesn’t mention being called queer) and he’s pretty sure his dad had believed him. AU
Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Blaine Interlude 8
Kurt's staring at the road, hands at ten and two, while Puck fiddles with the radio. It skips from rap to R&B to pop and country all within a span of ten seconds and Kurt wants to scream just pick a song already but Puck's here as a favor to Kurt so screaming probably isn't the best way to go.
So he settles for mildly threatening instead: "pick a radio station or so help me-I will put show tunes on," He hisses through clenched teeth. "And not fun show tunes like Avenue Q."
Puck looks at him and laughs. "Whatever you say, dude." And Kurt can tell he's just humoring him but that doesn't matter because Puck's finally settled on a station and as much as Kurt doesn't necessarily like alternative rock, he can get behind it because it means he'll get to hear the song from beginning to end.
In the past month since Kurt and Puck teamed up to sing Madonna, things have been going well for the pair. Kurt's come to appreciated Puck's - badassedness, he supposes - especially when it comes to auto shop and the damn teacher who thinks Kurt isn't capable of doing anything to a car because of how delicate Kurt looks. Puck'd just laughed at the idiot and pulled Kurt over to work on his car with him. Ever since Puck had made sure not to miss a class and Kurt had brought extra lunch as a type of thank you.
He isn't sure they're best friends, not like him and J, but Puck is definitely someone Kurt appreciates having in his corner. Between Puck and Rachel, Kurt almost feels comfortable in Lima. Not as happy as he'd been in Santa Cruz but there's a level of ease in his day-to-day life that Kurt never thought he'd have in the conservative town. He cracks jokes and Puck laughs, even if they're about hot guys. They fix their cars together and see action movies (which Kurt mostly hates but learned to tolerate for J) and Puck hasn't quite opened up yet about Quinn and the baby, but at least Kurt knows for sure that the baby's his. Rachel had been the one to fill him in on that whole situation.
So when the GLBT group in Columbus announced a Laser Tag Extravaganza, of all things, and Kurt casually mentioned it in front of Puck, well-Puck had invited himself along. He'd basically said laser tag was badass and there was no way he'd let Kurt take on a bunch of people without someone watching his back.
Kurt had retaliated by asking Puck how often he checked Kurt's back out, and asking if he had something that maybe he wanted to say. Puck had laughed and winked, flirted a little before settling down and looking at Kurt kind of serious. He'd explained that he didn't want Kurt going to Columbus alone, to meet people that he only knew about because of the Internet. It was kind of sweet, actually, Puck's protective side. He'd make a good father, really. Kurt kind of hopes he'll get the chance, that Quinn will be nice about it. He's pretty sure that's not going to happen, though.
So now the two of them are in Kurt's car, driving to Columbus even though it's ass o'clock in the morning and Kurt would much rather be asleep in his own bed and he was sure Puck would rather be there too. In his own bed, that is, not in Kurt's. Not that Kurt wasn't tempted, occasionally, to invite Puck to join him but yeah, the mohawked teen was definitely straight and as of right now he was the only guy in Lima that Kurt really associated with. And of all the things to miss from Santa Cruz, Kurt missed having guy friends, people he could joke around with and play video games with and just-hang with. Maybe talk about guy's asses and how hot they were. Puck mostly kept silent on that subject, but he wasn't above mentioning pretty girls and asking Kurt what he thought.
So, yes, definitely no inviting Puck back to his bed. Not even as a joke. Kurt isn't sure Puck's ready for that type of messing around. And, okay, apparently Kurt's mind is going dirty places today. He glances at Puck out of the corner of his eye and finds the teen staring out his window, clearly lost in thought. The song switches on the radio and it turns into some awful electronica song.
"Puck-" Kurt whines. "Please, please-anything is better then this."
Puck laughs and Kurt smiles to himself because Puck laughing is clearly a good thing. "Yeah, well. What've you got on your ipod?" Kurt smiles. Puck's been avoiding the ipods since the car-ride started. He'd given an impassioned plea about radio gods and good songs, and Kurt had basically turned it over. But clearly the radio gods weren't all that nice because Puck's ready for music that's under his control.
"I haven't heard of half this shit." Puck mutters, taping his way through Kurt's play lists.
"Just because you haven't heard it doesn't mean its shit, Puck." Kurt says haughtily.
"Yeah, well, I'm not a musical guy," Puck shrugs.
"Bet I know at least one musical you'll like," Kurt teases.
"Yeah right."
"Pick the Avenue Q play list." Kurt instructs him. "You'll probably like The Internet is for Porn."
"Um, duh." Puck says, "Everyone knows the web's for porn."
"No, no. It's the name of a song."
Puck's eyes widen. "They sing about porn on Broadway? No way!"
Kurt laughs. "Spring Awakening has an entire song about masturbation in it."
"No fucking way."
"And a song about how one kid in the show is totally fucked."
"I thought all Broadway was like, love stories and shit."
Kurt pauses for a second. "I mean, all the stories have some type of message in them. Not necessarily love stories, but something."
"And one of them is about porn?" Puck raises an eyebrow in question.
"It's about a guy who just graduated college and has no fucking clue what he wants to do with his life." Kurt explains. "Actually, you'd like it. It's by these guys that used to work on Sesame Street so they have Muppets in the show. Kind of an X rated Sesame Street."
Puck laughs. "Bert and Ernie talking about how gay they are for each other?"
"Actually-" Kurt grins. "There's an entire song about that! Called 'If You Were Gay'"
"Hmmm."
##
"We're here," Kurt announces almost an hour later.
Puck just laughs at him. "Dude, duh. We've been driving around in circles for the past ten minutes looking for this place."
Kurt frowns. "Can't I just be excited about this?"
Puck sighs and then nods. "Dude, yeah. Lets go scope you out some gay ass or something."
"Maybe there'll be lesbians you can flirt with?" Kurt offers, half-joking. He doesn't necessarily want Puck to just objectify the lesbians, but he wants him to enjoy the afternoon. And he isn't sure this'll be something Puck would enjoy, hanging out with a bunch of queer teens and playing laser tag.
"It's only hot if they want to sleep with me after," Puck says, interrupting Kurt's train-of-thought. "Or if they get off on it. Otherwise it's kind of creepy, ya know?"
"Well, I can imagine," Kurt agrees. "Otherwise it's like eye rape or something."
"Dude, it's called Voyeurism." Puck nods towards the laser tag building. "We going in?"
Kurt takes a deep breath and nods. "Definitely. But I thought voyeurism was getting off on being watched, or ya know, watching." His mind flashes back to J and how much J had enjoyed watching Tiffany and Maria make out. Now it's kind of weird to think about because that group has almost fallen apart in the past month, Tiffany and Maria still together but J hanging out with another group of friends from the swim team, of all places.
"Yeah, well." Puck shrugs. "After you." And he holds open the door.
"Such a gentleman." Kurt jokes as they enter the laser tag building. The first thing he notices is a table off to the side that says GLBT Youth Sign In, so he walks purposefully over. He really can't wait to hang out with other kids like him again. He didn't realize how much he missed it until he was here, and just the thought of surrounding himself with like-minded teens is enough to take a huge weight off his shoulders. He hadn't even noticed it was there, really, but it feels easier to breath all of a sudden and know he can joke around without having to worry about who'll overhear him and really, he owes his dad a huge thank you for finding the group for him.
Puck is standing off to the side, not nervous but definitely not at ease. His hands are in his back pockets and he looks almost adorable, hunched in and trying to project his badass image while clearly not sure what to do or say.
"Your boyfriend?" a voice asks and Kurt looks at the table in front of him, startled.
"Oh, no. He's straight. Just here for moral support, you know?"
The girl across from him smiles. "Good friend, to come here with you."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees, because Puck is being a good friend and Kurt had known that earlier but seeing how uneasy Puck is now just highlights it. "Definitely one of the best guys I've met, you know?"
"Yeah. I'm Becca." She says, holding out a clipboard for Kurt to fill out.
"Oh, Kurt." Kurt smiles as the girl in front of him.
"Just sign in and list your phone number and email address, so we can stalk you later."
Kurt laughs a little. "Sure thing. Should I sign Puck up too?"
Becca looks at Kurt and shrugs. "Do you think he wants to be harassed by us over email and the phone?"
"What, no facebook stalking?" Kurt asks. He hands the clipboard back to Becca and smiles.
"Na, not enough people are comfortable with outing themselves on social media." Becca sounds surprisingly serious. "Last year Drew's parents found out about him on Facebook, so, we try to be extra careful."
"Ah." Kurt nods. He can't imagine a worse way for someone to come out-by accident, over the Internet. Well, he can imagine worse ways, does imagine worse ways occasionally, but facebook. It's a whole different level.
"So, you and your friend need to go into the other room and pick out vests. We're going to get started in a few minutes."
##
"Dude, you kicked ass at that!" Puck clasps Kurt on the shoulder and gives him a half-hug.
"Because you stood in front of me and wouldn't let anyone get close enough for a hit." Kurt shoves his friend lightly.
"Yeah, well. 'Told you I'd watch your back." Puck sounds a little put off by it.
"No, seriously. Together the two of us RULED at Laser tag." Kurt is grinning ear-to-ear. "Plus, that one guy-Drew? Totally was checking you out the entire time. Easy to score hits off of him like that."
Puck smiles. "What can I say? My guns are pretty badass." He makes a show of looking at his arms and smiling.
"Kurt!" Becca shouts from the other side of the laser tag arena. "We're grabbing pizza, come on!"
"Now she's hot." Puck nodded at the girl who had just flagged them down.
"She's taken. She was totally making out with some girl in that home fortress thing." Kurt rolled his eyes. "You would have seen her but I'm pretty sure you'd just done that Rambo thing and knocked like four guys out at once."
"There were girls making out and you didn't tell me?" Puck looks at him with a sad face. "What happened to the bro-code?"
Kurt sighs, exasperatedly. "I don't even know what the bro-code is, Puck. But if it involves looking around for lesbians who are making out? I'm not really interested in that type of thing," Kurt teases.
"You don't know what the bro-code is?" Puck looks at him, disbelievingly. "It's like, central to how guys act around each other. Are you sure you have a dick?"
Kurt chokes at this. Puck's said it loud enough for the entire GLBT group to hear and a few people are laughing outright but even more (mostly guys) are looking at Kurt and Puck and it's a bit unnerving.
"I can check, if you want." A voice says and Kurt looks up, shocked.
"Victor." Drew says-Kurt knows Drew, well, recognizes him anyway from the game earlier. "I'm sure his boyfriend would object to you-handling the goods." The group snickers.
"And besides," Kurt interjects. "I at least need someone to buy me dinner and coffee before they get in my pants."
"I've bought you loads of meals." Puck says and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Do you really want to feel me up, Puck? I assure you that I do have a dick and it isn't magically going to become something you're more familiar with."
"Um," Puck looks at him and shrugs. "As long as you don't tell Santana about it, or Brittany."
Kurt laughs. The whole conversation is just edging past something he's comfortable with and Puck doesn't look uncomfortable, per say, but Kurt's pretty sure that they've dialed this whole conversation up at least a few steps past 'joking around' and are edging into flirting.
"Relax, Puck. You're totally not my type. I prefer my men to be gay and into dick, so." Kurt shrugs as if to say 'what can you do' to the group.
There's a few seconds of silence before most of the group starts laughing and Kurt feels instantly more at ease. Puck is looking more comfortable too, now that his sexuality is out there on the table, so to speak, and Kurt doesn't begrudge him that. It's always weird, being in a group where you don't quite fit in. He's used to it at McKinley but he's pretty sure this is Puck's first time being the minority just because he's straight.
"Sit, sit." Becca gestures towards the tables that are scattered throughout the room. "We have a few more people joining us for dinner." Which explains why there are more chairs then there are people. Kurt sits down at a four-top by Becca and Puck settles into the chair next to him.
The three sit there for a few minutes, relaxing and joking around while they wait for the pizza. When it finally arrives Puck dives into it almost face first, while Kurt and Becca each enjoy a few slices at a more sedate pace. The room has gradually gotten more crowded and Kurt's glancing around, looking at pretty boys and occasionally doubling back to check out a particularly nice looking guy when he spots him. In the corner, hanging out with Becca's girlfriend and a few other kids. The entire table is cracking up and there's this guy there, laughing so hard he's almost doubled over and when he looks up at spots Kurt looking at him, his eyes widen and he grins this huge smile and he looks so happy. He's hot and clearly funny and Kurt finds himself wanting to run his fingers through his gelled down hair and mess it up a little.
"Who's that?" He asks Becca, gesturing to the boy with his head. He doesn't dare look over at the table again, his heart might spontaneously combust.
Becca looks over Kurt's shoulder and smiles, widely. "Ohh, that is Blaine Anderson. He's 16, single, and totally available." She looks at Kurt and grins. "He's a funny guy, sweet."
Puck rolls his eyes at this and Kurt smiles because Becca sounds like a match making service on crack. "Hmmm," is all he allows himself to say. Blaine Anderson, Kurt thinks to himself. "Do you know what school he goes to?" and Becca nods.
Maybe he'd do some facebook stalking that night.
##
"Thanks for going with me, Puck." Kurt says as he pulls into his driveway. It's late-nearly 11pm and Kurt's tired.
"Dude, whatever." Puck shakes his head. "That Becca girl was super hot."
"And a lesbian." Kurt adds, just to see Puck's face fall a little.
"Yeah, well, it was worth it just to see you go crazy over a guy. Tiny's how you like them, huh?" Puck grins, poking Kurt in the side with his elbow.
Kurt looks at Puck and shakes his head. "Puck, seriously. I appreciate you coming with. I know it probably wasn't your first choice of places to spend your Saturday."
Puck looks at him and sighs. "We're gonna do this, huh, Hummel?"
Kurt shrugs. He doesn't quite know what Puck means.
"Look-I don't give a shit that you like boys, right?" Puck nods and Kurt finds himself agreeing. "And if that means we gotta go to Columbus just so you can check out boys and maybe get some, well-you're my boy. I got your back, ya know?"
And Kurt finds himself speechless because he'd known Puck and he were friends, but.
"You've been really cool about the Quinn thing, not pressing even though I know you're probably dying to ask." Puck continues. "So, yeah. You're basically my best friend." And this is said really fast, almost as if Puck doesn't want Kurt to actually understand the words.
Kurt does though and he's touched. "Puck-" He starts and Puck shakes his head, opens his car door and jumps out. "We're still on for that new X-Men movie tomorrow night, right?" He asks and Kurt nods. Puck waves and walks towards his car.
##
"Have a good night, kiddo?" Burt calls out as Kurt walks into the kitchen.
"Yeah, dad!" Kurt's happy his dad is still awake, he kind of wants to gush a little about Blaine and he knows his dad doesn't necessarily like hearing about boys, but he listens and Kurt likes that.
"Come on in, son." Burt calls from the living room. "I have someone I want you to meet." And that surprises Kurt. His dad hadn't mentioned anyone coming over and it's late.
Kurt walks into the living room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees a woman seated next to his father on the couch. She's pretty. Her clothes aren't that stylish but Kurt can forgive that, after all he's forgiven his dad for flannel and wife beaters, so. However, she's wearing lipstick and it's a little smeared, and her face is flushed. Kurt closes his eyes because he knows what that means, know's what he probably walked in on his dad doing, and as much as he's gotten used to the idea of his dad dating again (at least a little), he doesn't want to walk in on his dad making out with someone!
"Kurt," his dad says and Kurt opens his eyes. "I'd like you to meet Carol Hudson."
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Author: gemmi999
Rating: PG-13 for language and talk of sex
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: *eventual* Kurt/Blaine; Kurt/Puck friendship
Warning: None
Word Count: 3100
Summary: When Kurt’s thirteen, his father sits him down at the kitchen table and stares at him. Looks at him and looks through him until Kurt’s shifting uncomfortably because he’s pretty sure this means he did something wrong and is going to get punished, but for the life of him he doesn’t know *what* he did. He knows his dad’s kind of freaked out because he broke his arm, but he’d told his dad that he fell (doesn’t mention being pushed, doesn’t mention being called queer) and he’s pretty sure his dad had believed him. AU
Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Blaine Interlude 8
Kurt's staring at the road, hands at ten and two, while Puck fiddles with the radio. It skips from rap to R&B to pop and country all within a span of ten seconds and Kurt wants to scream just pick a song already but Puck's here as a favor to Kurt so screaming probably isn't the best way to go.
So he settles for mildly threatening instead: "pick a radio station or so help me-I will put show tunes on," He hisses through clenched teeth. "And not fun show tunes like Avenue Q."
Puck looks at him and laughs. "Whatever you say, dude." And Kurt can tell he's just humoring him but that doesn't matter because Puck's finally settled on a station and as much as Kurt doesn't necessarily like alternative rock, he can get behind it because it means he'll get to hear the song from beginning to end.
In the past month since Kurt and Puck teamed up to sing Madonna, things have been going well for the pair. Kurt's come to appreciated Puck's - badassedness, he supposes - especially when it comes to auto shop and the damn teacher who thinks Kurt isn't capable of doing anything to a car because of how delicate Kurt looks. Puck'd just laughed at the idiot and pulled Kurt over to work on his car with him. Ever since Puck had made sure not to miss a class and Kurt had brought extra lunch as a type of thank you.
He isn't sure they're best friends, not like him and J, but Puck is definitely someone Kurt appreciates having in his corner. Between Puck and Rachel, Kurt almost feels comfortable in Lima. Not as happy as he'd been in Santa Cruz but there's a level of ease in his day-to-day life that Kurt never thought he'd have in the conservative town. He cracks jokes and Puck laughs, even if they're about hot guys. They fix their cars together and see action movies (which Kurt mostly hates but learned to tolerate for J) and Puck hasn't quite opened up yet about Quinn and the baby, but at least Kurt knows for sure that the baby's his. Rachel had been the one to fill him in on that whole situation.
So when the GLBT group in Columbus announced a Laser Tag Extravaganza, of all things, and Kurt casually mentioned it in front of Puck, well-Puck had invited himself along. He'd basically said laser tag was badass and there was no way he'd let Kurt take on a bunch of people without someone watching his back.
Kurt had retaliated by asking Puck how often he checked Kurt's back out, and asking if he had something that maybe he wanted to say. Puck had laughed and winked, flirted a little before settling down and looking at Kurt kind of serious. He'd explained that he didn't want Kurt going to Columbus alone, to meet people that he only knew about because of the Internet. It was kind of sweet, actually, Puck's protective side. He'd make a good father, really. Kurt kind of hopes he'll get the chance, that Quinn will be nice about it. He's pretty sure that's not going to happen, though.
So now the two of them are in Kurt's car, driving to Columbus even though it's ass o'clock in the morning and Kurt would much rather be asleep in his own bed and he was sure Puck would rather be there too. In his own bed, that is, not in Kurt's. Not that Kurt wasn't tempted, occasionally, to invite Puck to join him but yeah, the mohawked teen was definitely straight and as of right now he was the only guy in Lima that Kurt really associated with. And of all the things to miss from Santa Cruz, Kurt missed having guy friends, people he could joke around with and play video games with and just-hang with. Maybe talk about guy's asses and how hot they were. Puck mostly kept silent on that subject, but he wasn't above mentioning pretty girls and asking Kurt what he thought.
So, yes, definitely no inviting Puck back to his bed. Not even as a joke. Kurt isn't sure Puck's ready for that type of messing around. And, okay, apparently Kurt's mind is going dirty places today. He glances at Puck out of the corner of his eye and finds the teen staring out his window, clearly lost in thought. The song switches on the radio and it turns into some awful electronica song.
"Puck-" Kurt whines. "Please, please-anything is better then this."
Puck laughs and Kurt smiles to himself because Puck laughing is clearly a good thing. "Yeah, well. What've you got on your ipod?" Kurt smiles. Puck's been avoiding the ipods since the car-ride started. He'd given an impassioned plea about radio gods and good songs, and Kurt had basically turned it over. But clearly the radio gods weren't all that nice because Puck's ready for music that's under his control.
"I haven't heard of half this shit." Puck mutters, taping his way through Kurt's play lists.
"Just because you haven't heard it doesn't mean its shit, Puck." Kurt says haughtily.
"Yeah, well, I'm not a musical guy," Puck shrugs.
"Bet I know at least one musical you'll like," Kurt teases.
"Yeah right."
"Pick the Avenue Q play list." Kurt instructs him. "You'll probably like The Internet is for Porn."
"Um, duh." Puck says, "Everyone knows the web's for porn."
"No, no. It's the name of a song."
Puck's eyes widen. "They sing about porn on Broadway? No way!"
Kurt laughs. "Spring Awakening has an entire song about masturbation in it."
"No fucking way."
"And a song about how one kid in the show is totally fucked."
"I thought all Broadway was like, love stories and shit."
Kurt pauses for a second. "I mean, all the stories have some type of message in them. Not necessarily love stories, but something."
"And one of them is about porn?" Puck raises an eyebrow in question.
"It's about a guy who just graduated college and has no fucking clue what he wants to do with his life." Kurt explains. "Actually, you'd like it. It's by these guys that used to work on Sesame Street so they have Muppets in the show. Kind of an X rated Sesame Street."
Puck laughs. "Bert and Ernie talking about how gay they are for each other?"
"Actually-" Kurt grins. "There's an entire song about that! Called 'If You Were Gay'"
"Hmmm."
##
"We're here," Kurt announces almost an hour later.
Puck just laughs at him. "Dude, duh. We've been driving around in circles for the past ten minutes looking for this place."
Kurt frowns. "Can't I just be excited about this?"
Puck sighs and then nods. "Dude, yeah. Lets go scope you out some gay ass or something."
"Maybe there'll be lesbians you can flirt with?" Kurt offers, half-joking. He doesn't necessarily want Puck to just objectify the lesbians, but he wants him to enjoy the afternoon. And he isn't sure this'll be something Puck would enjoy, hanging out with a bunch of queer teens and playing laser tag.
"It's only hot if they want to sleep with me after," Puck says, interrupting Kurt's train-of-thought. "Or if they get off on it. Otherwise it's kind of creepy, ya know?"
"Well, I can imagine," Kurt agrees. "Otherwise it's like eye rape or something."
"Dude, it's called Voyeurism." Puck nods towards the laser tag building. "We going in?"
Kurt takes a deep breath and nods. "Definitely. But I thought voyeurism was getting off on being watched, or ya know, watching." His mind flashes back to J and how much J had enjoyed watching Tiffany and Maria make out. Now it's kind of weird to think about because that group has almost fallen apart in the past month, Tiffany and Maria still together but J hanging out with another group of friends from the swim team, of all places.
"Yeah, well." Puck shrugs. "After you." And he holds open the door.
"Such a gentleman." Kurt jokes as they enter the laser tag building. The first thing he notices is a table off to the side that says GLBT Youth Sign In, so he walks purposefully over. He really can't wait to hang out with other kids like him again. He didn't realize how much he missed it until he was here, and just the thought of surrounding himself with like-minded teens is enough to take a huge weight off his shoulders. He hadn't even noticed it was there, really, but it feels easier to breath all of a sudden and know he can joke around without having to worry about who'll overhear him and really, he owes his dad a huge thank you for finding the group for him.
Puck is standing off to the side, not nervous but definitely not at ease. His hands are in his back pockets and he looks almost adorable, hunched in and trying to project his badass image while clearly not sure what to do or say.
"Your boyfriend?" a voice asks and Kurt looks at the table in front of him, startled.
"Oh, no. He's straight. Just here for moral support, you know?"
The girl across from him smiles. "Good friend, to come here with you."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees, because Puck is being a good friend and Kurt had known that earlier but seeing how uneasy Puck is now just highlights it. "Definitely one of the best guys I've met, you know?"
"Yeah. I'm Becca." She says, holding out a clipboard for Kurt to fill out.
"Oh, Kurt." Kurt smiles as the girl in front of him.
"Just sign in and list your phone number and email address, so we can stalk you later."
Kurt laughs a little. "Sure thing. Should I sign Puck up too?"
Becca looks at Kurt and shrugs. "Do you think he wants to be harassed by us over email and the phone?"
"What, no facebook stalking?" Kurt asks. He hands the clipboard back to Becca and smiles.
"Na, not enough people are comfortable with outing themselves on social media." Becca sounds surprisingly serious. "Last year Drew's parents found out about him on Facebook, so, we try to be extra careful."
"Ah." Kurt nods. He can't imagine a worse way for someone to come out-by accident, over the Internet. Well, he can imagine worse ways, does imagine worse ways occasionally, but facebook. It's a whole different level.
"So, you and your friend need to go into the other room and pick out vests. We're going to get started in a few minutes."
##
"Dude, you kicked ass at that!" Puck clasps Kurt on the shoulder and gives him a half-hug.
"Because you stood in front of me and wouldn't let anyone get close enough for a hit." Kurt shoves his friend lightly.
"Yeah, well. 'Told you I'd watch your back." Puck sounds a little put off by it.
"No, seriously. Together the two of us RULED at Laser tag." Kurt is grinning ear-to-ear. "Plus, that one guy-Drew? Totally was checking you out the entire time. Easy to score hits off of him like that."
Puck smiles. "What can I say? My guns are pretty badass." He makes a show of looking at his arms and smiling.
"Kurt!" Becca shouts from the other side of the laser tag arena. "We're grabbing pizza, come on!"
"Now she's hot." Puck nodded at the girl who had just flagged them down.
"She's taken. She was totally making out with some girl in that home fortress thing." Kurt rolled his eyes. "You would have seen her but I'm pretty sure you'd just done that Rambo thing and knocked like four guys out at once."
"There were girls making out and you didn't tell me?" Puck looks at him with a sad face. "What happened to the bro-code?"
Kurt sighs, exasperatedly. "I don't even know what the bro-code is, Puck. But if it involves looking around for lesbians who are making out? I'm not really interested in that type of thing," Kurt teases.
"You don't know what the bro-code is?" Puck looks at him, disbelievingly. "It's like, central to how guys act around each other. Are you sure you have a dick?"
Kurt chokes at this. Puck's said it loud enough for the entire GLBT group to hear and a few people are laughing outright but even more (mostly guys) are looking at Kurt and Puck and it's a bit unnerving.
"I can check, if you want." A voice says and Kurt looks up, shocked.
"Victor." Drew says-Kurt knows Drew, well, recognizes him anyway from the game earlier. "I'm sure his boyfriend would object to you-handling the goods." The group snickers.
"And besides," Kurt interjects. "I at least need someone to buy me dinner and coffee before they get in my pants."
"I've bought you loads of meals." Puck says and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Do you really want to feel me up, Puck? I assure you that I do have a dick and it isn't magically going to become something you're more familiar with."
"Um," Puck looks at him and shrugs. "As long as you don't tell Santana about it, or Brittany."
Kurt laughs. The whole conversation is just edging past something he's comfortable with and Puck doesn't look uncomfortable, per say, but Kurt's pretty sure that they've dialed this whole conversation up at least a few steps past 'joking around' and are edging into flirting.
"Relax, Puck. You're totally not my type. I prefer my men to be gay and into dick, so." Kurt shrugs as if to say 'what can you do' to the group.
There's a few seconds of silence before most of the group starts laughing and Kurt feels instantly more at ease. Puck is looking more comfortable too, now that his sexuality is out there on the table, so to speak, and Kurt doesn't begrudge him that. It's always weird, being in a group where you don't quite fit in. He's used to it at McKinley but he's pretty sure this is Puck's first time being the minority just because he's straight.
"Sit, sit." Becca gestures towards the tables that are scattered throughout the room. "We have a few more people joining us for dinner." Which explains why there are more chairs then there are people. Kurt sits down at a four-top by Becca and Puck settles into the chair next to him.
The three sit there for a few minutes, relaxing and joking around while they wait for the pizza. When it finally arrives Puck dives into it almost face first, while Kurt and Becca each enjoy a few slices at a more sedate pace. The room has gradually gotten more crowded and Kurt's glancing around, looking at pretty boys and occasionally doubling back to check out a particularly nice looking guy when he spots him. In the corner, hanging out with Becca's girlfriend and a few other kids. The entire table is cracking up and there's this guy there, laughing so hard he's almost doubled over and when he looks up at spots Kurt looking at him, his eyes widen and he grins this huge smile and he looks so happy. He's hot and clearly funny and Kurt finds himself wanting to run his fingers through his gelled down hair and mess it up a little.
"Who's that?" He asks Becca, gesturing to the boy with his head. He doesn't dare look over at the table again, his heart might spontaneously combust.
Becca looks over Kurt's shoulder and smiles, widely. "Ohh, that is Blaine Anderson. He's 16, single, and totally available." She looks at Kurt and grins. "He's a funny guy, sweet."
Puck rolls his eyes at this and Kurt smiles because Becca sounds like a match making service on crack. "Hmmm," is all he allows himself to say. Blaine Anderson, Kurt thinks to himself. "Do you know what school he goes to?" and Becca nods.
Maybe he'd do some facebook stalking that night.
##
"Thanks for going with me, Puck." Kurt says as he pulls into his driveway. It's late-nearly 11pm and Kurt's tired.
"Dude, whatever." Puck shakes his head. "That Becca girl was super hot."
"And a lesbian." Kurt adds, just to see Puck's face fall a little.
"Yeah, well, it was worth it just to see you go crazy over a guy. Tiny's how you like them, huh?" Puck grins, poking Kurt in the side with his elbow.
Kurt looks at Puck and shakes his head. "Puck, seriously. I appreciate you coming with. I know it probably wasn't your first choice of places to spend your Saturday."
Puck looks at him and sighs. "We're gonna do this, huh, Hummel?"
Kurt shrugs. He doesn't quite know what Puck means.
"Look-I don't give a shit that you like boys, right?" Puck nods and Kurt finds himself agreeing. "And if that means we gotta go to Columbus just so you can check out boys and maybe get some, well-you're my boy. I got your back, ya know?"
And Kurt finds himself speechless because he'd known Puck and he were friends, but.
"You've been really cool about the Quinn thing, not pressing even though I know you're probably dying to ask." Puck continues. "So, yeah. You're basically my best friend." And this is said really fast, almost as if Puck doesn't want Kurt to actually understand the words.
Kurt does though and he's touched. "Puck-" He starts and Puck shakes his head, opens his car door and jumps out. "We're still on for that new X-Men movie tomorrow night, right?" He asks and Kurt nods. Puck waves and walks towards his car.
##
"Have a good night, kiddo?" Burt calls out as Kurt walks into the kitchen.
"Yeah, dad!" Kurt's happy his dad is still awake, he kind of wants to gush a little about Blaine and he knows his dad doesn't necessarily like hearing about boys, but he listens and Kurt likes that.
"Come on in, son." Burt calls from the living room. "I have someone I want you to meet." And that surprises Kurt. His dad hadn't mentioned anyone coming over and it's late.
Kurt walks into the living room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees a woman seated next to his father on the couch. She's pretty. Her clothes aren't that stylish but Kurt can forgive that, after all he's forgiven his dad for flannel and wife beaters, so. However, she's wearing lipstick and it's a little smeared, and her face is flushed. Kurt closes his eyes because he knows what that means, know's what he probably walked in on his dad doing, and as much as he's gotten used to the idea of his dad dating again (at least a little), he doesn't want to walk in on his dad making out with someone!
"Kurt," his dad says and Kurt opens his eyes. "I'd like you to meet Carol Hudson."
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