Tag (3/?)
Title: Tag (3/?)
Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG (As of right now, not sure about other chapters)
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: Who doesn't love a good game of tag? And who doesn't love playing tag with post-it notes?
Part 1
Part 2
Puck drove around Kurt’s neighbor hood a few times before pulling up outside of Kurt’s house to retrieve his “forgotten” guitar case. He hoped out of his truck and all but ran to the front door. All Puck really wanted to do was see what Kurt had written and if he had decided to put the note on his guitar or maybe on the case itself. Puck had decided that it would take all his strength to not just open the guitar case as soon as he saw it.
Puck quickly knocked on the doorknob and took a step back. He really just wanted to get his guitar case.
Puck smiled when Kurt opened the door. “Noah?”
“Hey babe. I think I left my guitar case here.” Puck couldn’t help the smile that was on his face.
“You look happy considering you left your guitar here.” Puck knew he should be worried about the fact that Kurt had his hand on his hip because Kurt only really did that when he was mad.
“That’s because I get to see you again!” Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulled him into a quick kiss. “And I’m always happy when I get to see you.”
Kurt laughed. “Oh, so your happiness has nothing to do with the fact that you expect to find a post-it note somewhere in your guitar case?”
Puck freezes as soon as Kurt’s words dawn on him.
“What’s wrong Noah? Didn’t think I’d catch on?”
Puck slowly pulled away from Kurt. “I just wanted to make sure the game kept going.”
Kurt nodded and moved to pull Puck’s guitar case out from behind the front door. “You won’t find a note in there.” Puck took the case. “And next time, trust that I’m smart enough to win on my own.”
Puck smiled again and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. “Anything for you Kurt!”
When they pulled away, both of them were smiling. “Good. Now leave.”
Puck couldn’t help but laugh. “Love you too.”
Puck grabbed his guitar case and turned back to his car. He felt bad for thinking Kurt wasn’t smart enough to play the game and he promised never to underestimate Kurt again.
Later that night, when Puck was changing, he found that his boy was a lot smarter then he thought because sitting on the back of his shirt was a post-it note.
Maybe your boyfriend can’t resist the stud that you are.
Puck smirked at that. The game, just got good.
Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG (As of right now, not sure about other chapters)
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: Who doesn't love a good game of tag? And who doesn't love playing tag with post-it notes?
Part 1
Part 2
Puck drove around Kurt’s neighbor hood a few times before pulling up outside of Kurt’s house to retrieve his “forgotten” guitar case. He hoped out of his truck and all but ran to the front door. All Puck really wanted to do was see what Kurt had written and if he had decided to put the note on his guitar or maybe on the case itself. Puck had decided that it would take all his strength to not just open the guitar case as soon as he saw it.
Puck quickly knocked on the doorknob and took a step back. He really just wanted to get his guitar case.
Puck smiled when Kurt opened the door. “Noah?”
“Hey babe. I think I left my guitar case here.” Puck couldn’t help the smile that was on his face.
“You look happy considering you left your guitar here.” Puck knew he should be worried about the fact that Kurt had his hand on his hip because Kurt only really did that when he was mad.
“That’s because I get to see you again!” Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulled him into a quick kiss. “And I’m always happy when I get to see you.”
Kurt laughed. “Oh, so your happiness has nothing to do with the fact that you expect to find a post-it note somewhere in your guitar case?”
Puck freezes as soon as Kurt’s words dawn on him.
“What’s wrong Noah? Didn’t think I’d catch on?”
Puck slowly pulled away from Kurt. “I just wanted to make sure the game kept going.”
Kurt nodded and moved to pull Puck’s guitar case out from behind the front door. “You won’t find a note in there.” Puck took the case. “And next time, trust that I’m smart enough to win on my own.”
Puck smiled again and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. “Anything for you Kurt!”
When they pulled away, both of them were smiling. “Good. Now leave.”
Puck couldn’t help but laugh. “Love you too.”
Puck grabbed his guitar case and turned back to his car. He felt bad for thinking Kurt wasn’t smart enough to play the game and he promised never to underestimate Kurt again.
Later that night, when Puck was changing, he found that his boy was a lot smarter then he thought because sitting on the back of his shirt was a post-it note.
Maybe your boyfriend can’t resist the stud that you are.
Puck smirked at that. The game, just got good.