Fic: First Instinct (7 of ?)
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Kurt arrived at his father's house at quarter after four in the afternoon, still without his driver's license and carrying his extra set of keys from his apartment. At least his car had been unmolested save a few dozen parking tickets.
Burt was waiting in the doorway before Kurt had even opened his car door, so he knew he was in big trouble. Sighing, Kurt gathered up his courage and trudged up to the house, unsure how he was going to answer all the questions his father would have.
"Where did you disappear to?" his dad asked first, pulling him into the house by his collar, which made Kurt's heart rate skyrocket even though the touch was gentle and only barely reminiscent of how Lodes had pushed him around. When Kurt failed to say anything, fighting back the panic and trying to think, Burt let him go, closed the door, and said, "Finn told me this morning that you were coming right over."
"I..." Kurt mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek. "I had to take my friend home. He lives out in the country..."
"You could have called," Burt frowned, shuffling out of the foyer and into the TV, which was serving as his sick room while he recovered from his heart attack. The heart attack Kurt was supposed to be helping him recover from.
"My phone got stolen," Kurt replied, standing in the doorway like it might help him with a quick getaway. "All my stuff got stolen while I was away."
"Then call collect, damn it, Kurt!" Burt huffed, taking a long sip of something that looked suspiciously like the beer he was supposed to be avoiding because of his heart. "We thought you were dead."
Kurt hated the guilt sinking his stomach, finding it much stronger with his father than with his step-brother. It had been so easy to lie to Finn. It had been easier to lie to the cop. It was impossible to lie to his father. Kurt broke then, tears spilling over his lower lids and his knees giving out so he had to lean on the doorjamb and lower himself to the ground slowly.
"I...I..."
Burt got up from the couch and practically crawled over to Kurt, pulling him close and asking, "My god, son, what happened?"
"The..." Kurt tried to say, swallowing the extra spit and tears in his mouth and wiping his face on his sleeve, "the man who took my stuff?"
Burt nodded.
"He took me, too," Kurt admitted, hiccuping loudly.
"He took..." Burt repeated, loosening his hold on Kurt so he could lean back an look at him. "You were kidnapped? Why didn't you say something to the police? Kurt, I don't understand."
“There was a gun,” Kurt tried to explain, all while choking on his tears. “And I took it … And there was so much I couldn’t explain - we couldn’t explain. Can’t I just forget what happened?”
“Kurt,” his father said softly, brushing Kurt’s hair back from his face. “What if he does this to someone el-”
“I killed him, Dad,” Kurt broke in, finally meeting his father’s eyes. “I shot him and took his car keys and got the hell out of there.”
Sitting silently for a few long moments, Burt appeared to be thinking this over. “Your friend? The one you drove home?”
“He was there, too,” Kurt admitted, really hoping he could skip over all the details about Puck being a werewolf. “He’d been held for six years, dad. I just…I had to take him back to his family.”
Burt sighed and nodded, tugging Kurt close with an arm around his shoulders. “I can’t believe how well you’re holding up, son. I mean, why would he even take you in the first place?”
Kurt gave his father a look and he seemed to understand the message, nodding sadly again. “We should take you to the hospital, Kurt. In case…”
“I’m fine,” he insisted, shivering at the thought of being in the hospital, trying to explain his injuries, especially the marks Puck’s teeth had made on the back of his neck. “And he’s really, really dead, dad. There’s no reason for anyone to know, not that there would be any evidence left. You’re supposed to be resting, anyway.”
“What about your friend’s family? Won’t they go to the police? Their son’s been gone for six years?” Burt frowned and squeezed Kurt’s shoulders again. “If you were gone for six years, Kurt, I’d rain fire and brimstone down on anyone who would listen.”
Kurt shrugged. He really didn’t think, with all the other secrets they were hiding, that Puck’s pack would go to the police. They - and their rifles - seemed pretty self-sufficient. “They’re private people,” Kurt said diplomatically. “They just seemed really happy to have him home. Oh, and he’s in good hands. You remember my ex, Dave Karofsky?”
“Your high-school boyfriend?” Burt asked, his brows up in surprise. “What about him?”
“Apparently he’s dating one of my friend’s cousins or something. He was there when I dropped Puck off.”
“What kind of name is Puck?” Burt frowned and Kurt huffed a tiny laugh, wiping away a few more tears.
“I don’t know, Dad,” Kurt shrugged, leaning toward his father. “I don’t know.”
Kurt didn’t know how long they sat on the floor before he realized that his dad should be resting, not sitting uncomfortably in a darkening room on the tile. “C’mon,” he said, standing up and offering his father a hand as well. “Let’s get up. Carole and Finn will be home soon.”
“What do you want to tell them, kid?” Burt asked, groaning as Kurt helped him up.
“What I already told Finn,” Kurt insisted. “I was with a friend in Atlantic City. I thought I left a message before I left and then my stuff was stolen. It just didn’t occur to me to call collect since I thought you weren’t expecting me for another few days.”
“I don’t like it,” Burt frowned, “but if you think that’s what’s best…”
“I do,” Kurt sighed, setting his dad in a chair at the kitchen table and going to the refrigerator, looking for something easy to serve. “Thanks. For listening, I mean.”
“Whenever you want, kid,” Burt nodded, giving Kurt a heavy, sad look like he couldn’t believe Kurt was dealing as well as he was. Kurt couldn’t quite believe it either. “I want you to stay here tonight, in your old room.”
“Dad…” Kurt had gotten his own apartment after moving back to town this semester because as much as he liked helping his dad get well, he liked living on his own as well.
“No, don’t argue with me,” Burt insisted. “I just want to know, for one night, that you’re safe under my roof. Could you do that for me?”
Nodding, Kurt pulled a few things out of the freezer and said, “Yeah. I can do that, Dad.”
**88**
Kurt drove back to his own apartment in the morning so he could take a shower and change clothes and take a break from resolutely not talking about what he’d been through to Carole and Finn. He let himself into the apartment, thinking he should go get a new ID as soon as possible so he could get a new phone with the shiny silver credit card his father had given him. He didn’t expect anyone to be sleeping on his couch and screamed a little, his heart up in his throat, at the sight of the figure lying there, shirtless with one arm and one leg dangling over the side.
“Huh?” the intruder replied sleepily, looking up.
“Puck!” Kurt cried, sighing in relief. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home.”
Rubbing his face as he turned and sat up, Puck shrugged. He looked like as sleep left him, something else was taking over and it wasn’t good. The werewolf almost looked like he was going to start crying. Sitting down carefully next to him, Kurt asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Everything,” he replied softly, sort of curling in on himself. “Sorry for crashing your place like this.”
“It’s okay,” Kurt sighed, putting his hand out so Noah could hold it if he wanted to. He grabbed Kurt’s hand tightly and leaned into him, which surprised Kurt, but it wasn’t like he minded. “What happened after I left?”
“Well first, you didn’t say goodbye, you douche,” Puck muttered, giving Kurt a half-grin that made him chuckle a little. “And then … I don’t know. Everything’s different. My mom is gone. My sister barely remembers who I am. Blaine’s not the same…”
“What about your son?” Kurt asked gently. “Where is he?”
Puck shrugged sadly, hiccupping a little. “With Quinn. He likes her better. He actually bit me,” Puck said, holding up his arm to show a double-crescent of pin-pricks that looked more like they came from a dog than a toddler. Oh.
“And you’re here because…?”
“After the change last night,” Puck explained, voice almost a whisper, “things all just went to shit. I wanted to just be with my people, you know? But those woods…those damn woods. I got scared all over again, started panicking. Almost ripped Brittany’s throat out when she got too close. Then, when I realized what I’d almost done, I just took off. Ran until dawn and then hitched a lift back here. You weren’t home so I came in from the fire escape.”
Kurt shook his head indulgently and asked, “Have you tried calling them?”
“No,” Puck pouted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I’m sure they’re worried about you and that they’ll understand,” Kurt said, putting his free hand on Puck’s arm. “They know you’ve been through a lot.”
“Just feel like I’m intruding, you know?” Puck sighed. “Everyone thought I was dead, so they packed up my room and crap. There’s no place anymore that’s mine. Plus, my sis kept looking to Schue for her cues, like he was her damn dad or something, which I get but just … Fuck.”
Kurt had felt something similar the first time he’d come home from college, like it wasn’t really his home anymore, it was his dad’s and Carole’s. It was part of the reason he’d rented his own apartment. Well, that and the privacy for when Charlie came to visit. Not that he was coming to visit anymore, since they’d broken up over the long-distance issue. It was alright. Kurt’s dad and his health were more important than a five-month long relationship, hands down.
Looking up again, Puck muttered, “I kinda think you’re the only one alive who really gets it. I mean, what I’m going through.”
“Quinn doesn’t?” Kurt asked.
“Nah, man. She kept her mouth shut around the others, because they kept talking about how great it was that I was free of that asshole, Lodes, but she… I could tell she still feels something for him, you know? It’s creepy and I can’t handle even looking at her without wanting to just…uh, strangle her or something.” Puck took a quick breath again, which might have been a sob, except he was holding back the tears. “Can I …? I mean, it’s cool if I can’t, but…”
“You can stay here,” Kurt nodded, pulling Puck into a hug, which he gratefully took. “I think … It would actually be nice having you around.”
Puck pulled back and looked Kurt in the eyes for a long moment before smirking. “Kurt Hummel, do you like me?”
“No,” Kurt lied with a scoff. “Not like that. But it’s like you said, you understand what happened.”
“Uh-huh,” Puck said, like he didn’t believe Kurt. He could probably smell that he was lying or something creepy like that.
That thought put a question on Kurt’s mind, so he asked, “Do you have to change tonight? I don’t know if I could-”
“No,” Puck insisted. “I mean, it would feel good to, but I don’t have to. I’m used to staying this way on the nights I don’t have to change.”
“I suppose so,” Kurt nodded. “Did you have company at all during the times you could keep from changing?”
Puck shrugged, “It depended. Usually not. I wasn’t as much fun for him when I had my wits about me and didn’t respond to his whistles.”
“God…” Kurt whispered, hugging Puck again. “I can’t believe you survived this long.”
“I can’t believe I got out,” he sighed, meeting Kurt’s eyes. “Thank you.”
Disliking how real the moment was getting, because it looked like Puck was about to kiss him and Kurt just wasn’t ready for that, he backed up and shrugged with a smile, “Hey, I was just helping myself. Getting you out was simply convenient at that point.”
Wiping his face again with both hands, Puck nodded and laughed, shifting back on the couch to give Kurt a little room. “Dude, you have, like, no food in this place. What do you eat?”
“It’s been a rough week,” Kurt replied, giving Puck a side-long glance to let him know he was being facetious. “But, I have my dad’s credit card. Just give me half an hour to get ready and we’ll go out to eat. Maybe get you some clothes, too.”
“Kurt,” Puck said, shaking his head sadly. “Don’t do that. I mean, I’m already staying here and …”
“And I don’t want to look at you naked all the time,” Kurt smirked. “Don’t worry about it. You can pay me back once you rejoin the world of the living and get a job.” Puck grinned and nodded, watching as Kurt left the room.
**88**
Puck, after putting on a shirt that Kurt found for him, followed Kurt along on all his errands - stopping at the DMV for a new temporary driver’s license, getting a new phone, buying Puck some clothes that actually fit him, and stopping for lunch at a steak house.
“Oh, my god,” Puck groaned as he bit into the steak he’d ordered rare. “I mean, they fed me at the reserve last night, but Schue’s wife was cooking, so eh. This is awesome!”
“I’m glad you like it,” Kurt replied, trying not to blush at the faces and sounds Puck was making.
There were whole hours where Kurt forgot what Puck was and what had been done to them, only to have it come rushing back at inopportune times. Once, when a fellow shopper brushed against Kurt’s shoulder on accident, he had to stop and take a few deep breaths to slow his rapidly beating heart, telling himself that it was the middle of the day, in a crowded shopping mall and Puck was with him. No one was going to grab him off the street again. Lodes was dead. Kurt had made sure of that.
As they were leaving the shopping mall, Kurt asked, “Would you mind terribly hanging out at my parents’ house for awhile? I could drop you off at the apartment, if you want, but I was planning on spending at least a few hours cooking, so my dad stops thinking he can just order pizza and other junk food because there’s nothing prepared in the house. You could have dinner with us.”
“Meeting the parents?” Puck teased. “Isn’t it a little early for all that?”
Kurt rolled his eyes and led the way back to the car, calling over his shoulder, “So am I dropping you off or not?”
Running to catch up, Puck bumped into Kurt’s shoulder gently and decided, “Not.”
A/N: So what did you think? I’m working on how to wrap this story up, but don’t worry, it’s not quite there yet!
Chapter 8
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Chapter 7
Kurt arrived at his father's house at quarter after four in the afternoon, still without his driver's license and carrying his extra set of keys from his apartment. At least his car had been unmolested save a few dozen parking tickets.
Burt was waiting in the doorway before Kurt had even opened his car door, so he knew he was in big trouble. Sighing, Kurt gathered up his courage and trudged up to the house, unsure how he was going to answer all the questions his father would have.
"Where did you disappear to?" his dad asked first, pulling him into the house by his collar, which made Kurt's heart rate skyrocket even though the touch was gentle and only barely reminiscent of how Lodes had pushed him around. When Kurt failed to say anything, fighting back the panic and trying to think, Burt let him go, closed the door, and said, "Finn told me this morning that you were coming right over."
"I..." Kurt mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek. "I had to take my friend home. He lives out in the country..."
"You could have called," Burt frowned, shuffling out of the foyer and into the TV, which was serving as his sick room while he recovered from his heart attack. The heart attack Kurt was supposed to be helping him recover from.
"My phone got stolen," Kurt replied, standing in the doorway like it might help him with a quick getaway. "All my stuff got stolen while I was away."
"Then call collect, damn it, Kurt!" Burt huffed, taking a long sip of something that looked suspiciously like the beer he was supposed to be avoiding because of his heart. "We thought you were dead."
Kurt hated the guilt sinking his stomach, finding it much stronger with his father than with his step-brother. It had been so easy to lie to Finn. It had been easier to lie to the cop. It was impossible to lie to his father. Kurt broke then, tears spilling over his lower lids and his knees giving out so he had to lean on the doorjamb and lower himself to the ground slowly.
"I...I..."
Burt got up from the couch and practically crawled over to Kurt, pulling him close and asking, "My god, son, what happened?"
"The..." Kurt tried to say, swallowing the extra spit and tears in his mouth and wiping his face on his sleeve, "the man who took my stuff?"
Burt nodded.
"He took me, too," Kurt admitted, hiccuping loudly.
"He took..." Burt repeated, loosening his hold on Kurt so he could lean back an look at him. "You were kidnapped? Why didn't you say something to the police? Kurt, I don't understand."
“There was a gun,” Kurt tried to explain, all while choking on his tears. “And I took it … And there was so much I couldn’t explain - we couldn’t explain. Can’t I just forget what happened?”
“Kurt,” his father said softly, brushing Kurt’s hair back from his face. “What if he does this to someone el-”
“I killed him, Dad,” Kurt broke in, finally meeting his father’s eyes. “I shot him and took his car keys and got the hell out of there.”
Sitting silently for a few long moments, Burt appeared to be thinking this over. “Your friend? The one you drove home?”
“He was there, too,” Kurt admitted, really hoping he could skip over all the details about Puck being a werewolf. “He’d been held for six years, dad. I just…I had to take him back to his family.”
Burt sighed and nodded, tugging Kurt close with an arm around his shoulders. “I can’t believe how well you’re holding up, son. I mean, why would he even take you in the first place?”
Kurt gave his father a look and he seemed to understand the message, nodding sadly again. “We should take you to the hospital, Kurt. In case…”
“I’m fine,” he insisted, shivering at the thought of being in the hospital, trying to explain his injuries, especially the marks Puck’s teeth had made on the back of his neck. “And he’s really, really dead, dad. There’s no reason for anyone to know, not that there would be any evidence left. You’re supposed to be resting, anyway.”
“What about your friend’s family? Won’t they go to the police? Their son’s been gone for six years?” Burt frowned and squeezed Kurt’s shoulders again. “If you were gone for six years, Kurt, I’d rain fire and brimstone down on anyone who would listen.”
Kurt shrugged. He really didn’t think, with all the other secrets they were hiding, that Puck’s pack would go to the police. They - and their rifles - seemed pretty self-sufficient. “They’re private people,” Kurt said diplomatically. “They just seemed really happy to have him home. Oh, and he’s in good hands. You remember my ex, Dave Karofsky?”
“Your high-school boyfriend?” Burt asked, his brows up in surprise. “What about him?”
“Apparently he’s dating one of my friend’s cousins or something. He was there when I dropped Puck off.”
“What kind of name is Puck?” Burt frowned and Kurt huffed a tiny laugh, wiping away a few more tears.
“I don’t know, Dad,” Kurt shrugged, leaning toward his father. “I don’t know.”
Kurt didn’t know how long they sat on the floor before he realized that his dad should be resting, not sitting uncomfortably in a darkening room on the tile. “C’mon,” he said, standing up and offering his father a hand as well. “Let’s get up. Carole and Finn will be home soon.”
“What do you want to tell them, kid?” Burt asked, groaning as Kurt helped him up.
“What I already told Finn,” Kurt insisted. “I was with a friend in Atlantic City. I thought I left a message before I left and then my stuff was stolen. It just didn’t occur to me to call collect since I thought you weren’t expecting me for another few days.”
“I don’t like it,” Burt frowned, “but if you think that’s what’s best…”
“I do,” Kurt sighed, setting his dad in a chair at the kitchen table and going to the refrigerator, looking for something easy to serve. “Thanks. For listening, I mean.”
“Whenever you want, kid,” Burt nodded, giving Kurt a heavy, sad look like he couldn’t believe Kurt was dealing as well as he was. Kurt couldn’t quite believe it either. “I want you to stay here tonight, in your old room.”
“Dad…” Kurt had gotten his own apartment after moving back to town this semester because as much as he liked helping his dad get well, he liked living on his own as well.
“No, don’t argue with me,” Burt insisted. “I just want to know, for one night, that you’re safe under my roof. Could you do that for me?”
Nodding, Kurt pulled a few things out of the freezer and said, “Yeah. I can do that, Dad.”
**88**
Kurt drove back to his own apartment in the morning so he could take a shower and change clothes and take a break from resolutely not talking about what he’d been through to Carole and Finn. He let himself into the apartment, thinking he should go get a new ID as soon as possible so he could get a new phone with the shiny silver credit card his father had given him. He didn’t expect anyone to be sleeping on his couch and screamed a little, his heart up in his throat, at the sight of the figure lying there, shirtless with one arm and one leg dangling over the side.
“Huh?” the intruder replied sleepily, looking up.
“Puck!” Kurt cried, sighing in relief. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home.”
Rubbing his face as he turned and sat up, Puck shrugged. He looked like as sleep left him, something else was taking over and it wasn’t good. The werewolf almost looked like he was going to start crying. Sitting down carefully next to him, Kurt asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Everything,” he replied softly, sort of curling in on himself. “Sorry for crashing your place like this.”
“It’s okay,” Kurt sighed, putting his hand out so Noah could hold it if he wanted to. He grabbed Kurt’s hand tightly and leaned into him, which surprised Kurt, but it wasn’t like he minded. “What happened after I left?”
“Well first, you didn’t say goodbye, you douche,” Puck muttered, giving Kurt a half-grin that made him chuckle a little. “And then … I don’t know. Everything’s different. My mom is gone. My sister barely remembers who I am. Blaine’s not the same…”
“What about your son?” Kurt asked gently. “Where is he?”
Puck shrugged sadly, hiccupping a little. “With Quinn. He likes her better. He actually bit me,” Puck said, holding up his arm to show a double-crescent of pin-pricks that looked more like they came from a dog than a toddler. Oh.
“And you’re here because…?”
“After the change last night,” Puck explained, voice almost a whisper, “things all just went to shit. I wanted to just be with my people, you know? But those woods…those damn woods. I got scared all over again, started panicking. Almost ripped Brittany’s throat out when she got too close. Then, when I realized what I’d almost done, I just took off. Ran until dawn and then hitched a lift back here. You weren’t home so I came in from the fire escape.”
Kurt shook his head indulgently and asked, “Have you tried calling them?”
“No,” Puck pouted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I’m sure they’re worried about you and that they’ll understand,” Kurt said, putting his free hand on Puck’s arm. “They know you’ve been through a lot.”
“Just feel like I’m intruding, you know?” Puck sighed. “Everyone thought I was dead, so they packed up my room and crap. There’s no place anymore that’s mine. Plus, my sis kept looking to Schue for her cues, like he was her damn dad or something, which I get but just … Fuck.”
Kurt had felt something similar the first time he’d come home from college, like it wasn’t really his home anymore, it was his dad’s and Carole’s. It was part of the reason he’d rented his own apartment. Well, that and the privacy for when Charlie came to visit. Not that he was coming to visit anymore, since they’d broken up over the long-distance issue. It was alright. Kurt’s dad and his health were more important than a five-month long relationship, hands down.
Looking up again, Puck muttered, “I kinda think you’re the only one alive who really gets it. I mean, what I’m going through.”
“Quinn doesn’t?” Kurt asked.
“Nah, man. She kept her mouth shut around the others, because they kept talking about how great it was that I was free of that asshole, Lodes, but she… I could tell she still feels something for him, you know? It’s creepy and I can’t handle even looking at her without wanting to just…uh, strangle her or something.” Puck took a quick breath again, which might have been a sob, except he was holding back the tears. “Can I …? I mean, it’s cool if I can’t, but…”
“You can stay here,” Kurt nodded, pulling Puck into a hug, which he gratefully took. “I think … It would actually be nice having you around.”
Puck pulled back and looked Kurt in the eyes for a long moment before smirking. “Kurt Hummel, do you like me?”
“No,” Kurt lied with a scoff. “Not like that. But it’s like you said, you understand what happened.”
“Uh-huh,” Puck said, like he didn’t believe Kurt. He could probably smell that he was lying or something creepy like that.
That thought put a question on Kurt’s mind, so he asked, “Do you have to change tonight? I don’t know if I could-”
“No,” Puck insisted. “I mean, it would feel good to, but I don’t have to. I’m used to staying this way on the nights I don’t have to change.”
“I suppose so,” Kurt nodded. “Did you have company at all during the times you could keep from changing?”
Puck shrugged, “It depended. Usually not. I wasn’t as much fun for him when I had my wits about me and didn’t respond to his whistles.”
“God…” Kurt whispered, hugging Puck again. “I can’t believe you survived this long.”
“I can’t believe I got out,” he sighed, meeting Kurt’s eyes. “Thank you.”
Disliking how real the moment was getting, because it looked like Puck was about to kiss him and Kurt just wasn’t ready for that, he backed up and shrugged with a smile, “Hey, I was just helping myself. Getting you out was simply convenient at that point.”
Wiping his face again with both hands, Puck nodded and laughed, shifting back on the couch to give Kurt a little room. “Dude, you have, like, no food in this place. What do you eat?”
“It’s been a rough week,” Kurt replied, giving Puck a side-long glance to let him know he was being facetious. “But, I have my dad’s credit card. Just give me half an hour to get ready and we’ll go out to eat. Maybe get you some clothes, too.”
“Kurt,” Puck said, shaking his head sadly. “Don’t do that. I mean, I’m already staying here and …”
“And I don’t want to look at you naked all the time,” Kurt smirked. “Don’t worry about it. You can pay me back once you rejoin the world of the living and get a job.” Puck grinned and nodded, watching as Kurt left the room.
**88**
Puck, after putting on a shirt that Kurt found for him, followed Kurt along on all his errands - stopping at the DMV for a new temporary driver’s license, getting a new phone, buying Puck some clothes that actually fit him, and stopping for lunch at a steak house.
“Oh, my god,” Puck groaned as he bit into the steak he’d ordered rare. “I mean, they fed me at the reserve last night, but Schue’s wife was cooking, so eh. This is awesome!”
“I’m glad you like it,” Kurt replied, trying not to blush at the faces and sounds Puck was making.
There were whole hours where Kurt forgot what Puck was and what had been done to them, only to have it come rushing back at inopportune times. Once, when a fellow shopper brushed against Kurt’s shoulder on accident, he had to stop and take a few deep breaths to slow his rapidly beating heart, telling himself that it was the middle of the day, in a crowded shopping mall and Puck was with him. No one was going to grab him off the street again. Lodes was dead. Kurt had made sure of that.
As they were leaving the shopping mall, Kurt asked, “Would you mind terribly hanging out at my parents’ house for awhile? I could drop you off at the apartment, if you want, but I was planning on spending at least a few hours cooking, so my dad stops thinking he can just order pizza and other junk food because there’s nothing prepared in the house. You could have dinner with us.”
“Meeting the parents?” Puck teased. “Isn’t it a little early for all that?”
Kurt rolled his eyes and led the way back to the car, calling over his shoulder, “So am I dropping you off or not?”
Running to catch up, Puck bumped into Kurt’s shoulder gently and decided, “Not.”
A/N: So what did you think? I’m working on how to wrap this story up, but don’t worry, it’s not quite there yet!
Chapter 8