Surprise? 1/1
Title: Surprise?
Author: eyesarmslove
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,445
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck, Burt, Glee club
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: What was going on? Kurt certainly didn't know.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. Might expand.
“Tell me again why I had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to let you in?”
“Because you didn’t give me the key, Pops. Said something about sneaking in at night. Now why would I do that?”
“Oh, shut up. Get your Mohawk ass down there and kidnap my son!”
“Yes, sir!”
Getting Kurt out of bed was a challenge. Since it was four o’clock in the morning, he was sleeping like the dead. That really wasn’t the problem. Puck’s badass guns were more than enough to pick up the scrawny teen. However, said scrawny teen started shifting in said badass arms.
“Mmmmm, Noah.”
“How the hell did you know it was me?”
“You smell like a gorilla. A nice gorilla that smells nice.”
“I will end you.”
“Wait! Noah!” Kurt opened his eyes, brain catching up with the wake up process, “What are you doing here? And why are you carrying me? Put me down!”
“That would be a no. And I’m kidnapping you.”
“What? Have you lost your mind? I knew all that brawling was going to end your IQ!”
“Shut. Up. And. Stop. Squirming.”
“I do not squirm.”
“Yes you do. Now stop it and I might consider allowing you to shower and change now that you ruined the original plan by waking up.”
“Noah, what is going on? You said that you were going to be busy all week. I haven’t seen you since summer vacation started! And now
you’re in my basement at four in the morning trying to kidnap me.”
“I’ve been planning. Now, I’m trying to put the plan into action. Help me out, sweetcheeks, and take a shower and get dressed. I’ll give you fifteen minutes.”
Kurt sighed, he had no idea as to what his boyfriend was trying to do, but he loved the moron and Noah’s “plans” always ended well (hah!), alright, well enough, and Kurt hasn’t seen him so excited since Mr. Schue announced that they would be doing “Whatcha Say?” for Regionals.
“Alright.”
“Awesome! Go, go, go!”
“And Noah?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Call me ‘sweetcheeks’ again and I’ll castrate you.”
“Aww, come on babe. I love both sets of-“
Puck ducked to avoid the hairbrush Kurt threw at his head with frightening accuracy.
Twenty-six minutes and one bitchfit later, Kurt and Puck were buckling themselves up in the front seat of Puck’s beautiful specimen of a car. Kurt did not want to think about how many housewives his boyfriend had to sleep with to get his ’66 midnight blue Corvette, but he buried that hatchet after him and Puck spent three straight days necking in the backseat at Make-out Point. Besides, the car was the perfect accessory, going well with all of Kurt’s outfits. That was the most important thing, after all.
“Now will you tell me where we are going at such an ungodly hour?”
“No, want to put in a CD for the road?”
Kurt choked on the sip of orange juice he’d just taken, “You want me to choose the music?”
“Yeah, anything’s fine.”
“Noah, are you dying?”
Puck chuckled, “No, babe, I’m not dying.”
“Am I?” Puck threw back his head and laughed.
“It’s not that big of a deal. Just choose something.”
When Kurt’s choice of Lady Gaga came on, he looked over to Puck. Who was joining in on the ‘rah rahs’. It was way too early to handle this.
Two hours later, Kurt was pleased to see that they were getting off the highway. Finally! It wasn’t that the ride was unpleasant. On the contrary, it was wonderful. It really set aside any lingering doubts Kurt may have had as to the nature of his and Noah’s relationship. They weren’t just together for the physical aspects; they got along really well. The last two hours were spent discussing the music they were listening to, reminiscing about school memories, cracking dirty jokes. It was simple and fun and Kurt wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
“Are we there yet?”
“Kurt, we’re only stopping for gas. Greensburg, Pennsylvania is not the surprise.”
Kurt pouted, “Come on, Noah!”
“Stick that lower lip back. No pouting. I know you. You love surprises. I’m not going to ruin this for me or you.”
This was said as he jumped out of the car and headed to the pump. Kurt crossed his arms and flopped back into his seat. In doing so, his eye caught something in the car’s side mirror. That car looks familiar.
“I cannot believe we listened to all that white music for two hours!”
“RENT is not white! It’s beautiful and showcases many African-American vocalists astoundingly well. Jesse L. Martin-“
“If she doesn’t shut up, I will cut her. Also, Wheels, I’mma cut you for making me ride with Barbara Streisand here, and that is not a compliment!”
Kurt knew that level of anger and annoyance anywhere. Hopping out of the car, he turned to see three cars full of his Glee friends.
“What are you doing here?!”
“Kurt!” Rachel, Mercedes, and Artie turned over to see their fashionable friend.
“Good job, Wheels, you chose the same gas station!”
Finn came over from his pick-up truck, “I thought we weren’t supposed to let Kurt know we were here.”
“You weren’t, you morons,” said Puck, who had returned with a slushie for himself and a bottle of water for Kurt. “Does subtle mean
anything to you?”
“Noah! What is going on?”
Puck sighed, glared at the gleeks, and turned to Kurt, “I’m surprising you. Well, I was. My mother’s cousin and his family are on vacation and left their house up for grabs. So, I thought it would be nice to spend a week at their place with these losers you insist on us being friends with.”
Kurt was flabbergasted, “We’re driving to God knows where so we can have a week long sleepover with the Glee club? Noah, we could have done it at my house! My dad wouldn’t mind!”
Puck smirked down at his indignant boyfriend, “But could we go to Broadway from your house?”
Kurt’s eyes widened comically, “Br-br-broadway? As in--“
“As in WICKED!” Puck yelled as he flashed an envelope in front of Kurt’s shocked face. Behind them, Rachel and Mercedes broke out into the chorus of “What Is This Feeling?” as Finn, Matt, and Mike high-fived.
Kurt’s eyes were filling up with tears, “Noah, you got us tickets to Wicked? We’re going to see the original cast on Broadway?”
Puck grabbed Kurt’s face tenderly, thumbs wiping away the tears that were accumulating in the soprano’s beautiful green eyes, “Shhh, babe, it really was nothing. And besides, you deserve the best.” He accentuated the last sentiment with a soft kiss on Kurt’s lips. Pulling back, he rested his forehead on Kurt’s, “Ready to hit the concrete jungle?”
Kurt’s answer was muffled in Puck’s chest, where he’d launched himself, chanting, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Author: eyesarmslove
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,445
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck, Burt, Glee club
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: What was going on? Kurt certainly didn't know.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. Might expand.
“Tell me again why I had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to let you in?”
“Because you didn’t give me the key, Pops. Said something about sneaking in at night. Now why would I do that?”
“Oh, shut up. Get your Mohawk ass down there and kidnap my son!”
“Yes, sir!”
Getting Kurt out of bed was a challenge. Since it was four o’clock in the morning, he was sleeping like the dead. That really wasn’t the problem. Puck’s badass guns were more than enough to pick up the scrawny teen. However, said scrawny teen started shifting in said badass arms.
“Mmmmm, Noah.”
“How the hell did you know it was me?”
“You smell like a gorilla. A nice gorilla that smells nice.”
“I will end you.”
“Wait! Noah!” Kurt opened his eyes, brain catching up with the wake up process, “What are you doing here? And why are you carrying me? Put me down!”
“That would be a no. And I’m kidnapping you.”
“What? Have you lost your mind? I knew all that brawling was going to end your IQ!”
“Shut. Up. And. Stop. Squirming.”
“I do not squirm.”
“Yes you do. Now stop it and I might consider allowing you to shower and change now that you ruined the original plan by waking up.”
“Noah, what is going on? You said that you were going to be busy all week. I haven’t seen you since summer vacation started! And now
you’re in my basement at four in the morning trying to kidnap me.”
“I’ve been planning. Now, I’m trying to put the plan into action. Help me out, sweetcheeks, and take a shower and get dressed. I’ll give you fifteen minutes.”
Kurt sighed, he had no idea as to what his boyfriend was trying to do, but he loved the moron and Noah’s “plans” always ended well (hah!), alright, well enough, and Kurt hasn’t seen him so excited since Mr. Schue announced that they would be doing “Whatcha Say?” for Regionals.
“Alright.”
“Awesome! Go, go, go!”
“And Noah?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Call me ‘sweetcheeks’ again and I’ll castrate you.”
“Aww, come on babe. I love both sets of-“
Puck ducked to avoid the hairbrush Kurt threw at his head with frightening accuracy.
Twenty-six minutes and one bitchfit later, Kurt and Puck were buckling themselves up in the front seat of Puck’s beautiful specimen of a car. Kurt did not want to think about how many housewives his boyfriend had to sleep with to get his ’66 midnight blue Corvette, but he buried that hatchet after him and Puck spent three straight days necking in the backseat at Make-out Point. Besides, the car was the perfect accessory, going well with all of Kurt’s outfits. That was the most important thing, after all.
“Now will you tell me where we are going at such an ungodly hour?”
“No, want to put in a CD for the road?”
Kurt choked on the sip of orange juice he’d just taken, “You want me to choose the music?”
“Yeah, anything’s fine.”
“Noah, are you dying?”
Puck chuckled, “No, babe, I’m not dying.”
“Am I?” Puck threw back his head and laughed.
“It’s not that big of a deal. Just choose something.”
When Kurt’s choice of Lady Gaga came on, he looked over to Puck. Who was joining in on the ‘rah rahs’. It was way too early to handle this.
Two hours later, Kurt was pleased to see that they were getting off the highway. Finally! It wasn’t that the ride was unpleasant. On the contrary, it was wonderful. It really set aside any lingering doubts Kurt may have had as to the nature of his and Noah’s relationship. They weren’t just together for the physical aspects; they got along really well. The last two hours were spent discussing the music they were listening to, reminiscing about school memories, cracking dirty jokes. It was simple and fun and Kurt wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
“Are we there yet?”
“Kurt, we’re only stopping for gas. Greensburg, Pennsylvania is not the surprise.”
Kurt pouted, “Come on, Noah!”
“Stick that lower lip back. No pouting. I know you. You love surprises. I’m not going to ruin this for me or you.”
This was said as he jumped out of the car and headed to the pump. Kurt crossed his arms and flopped back into his seat. In doing so, his eye caught something in the car’s side mirror. That car looks familiar.
“I cannot believe we listened to all that white music for two hours!”
“RENT is not white! It’s beautiful and showcases many African-American vocalists astoundingly well. Jesse L. Martin-“
“If she doesn’t shut up, I will cut her. Also, Wheels, I’mma cut you for making me ride with Barbara Streisand here, and that is not a compliment!”
Kurt knew that level of anger and annoyance anywhere. Hopping out of the car, he turned to see three cars full of his Glee friends.
“What are you doing here?!”
“Kurt!” Rachel, Mercedes, and Artie turned over to see their fashionable friend.
“Good job, Wheels, you chose the same gas station!”
Finn came over from his pick-up truck, “I thought we weren’t supposed to let Kurt know we were here.”
“You weren’t, you morons,” said Puck, who had returned with a slushie for himself and a bottle of water for Kurt. “Does subtle mean
anything to you?”
“Noah! What is going on?”
Puck sighed, glared at the gleeks, and turned to Kurt, “I’m surprising you. Well, I was. My mother’s cousin and his family are on vacation and left their house up for grabs. So, I thought it would be nice to spend a week at their place with these losers you insist on us being friends with.”
Kurt was flabbergasted, “We’re driving to God knows where so we can have a week long sleepover with the Glee club? Noah, we could have done it at my house! My dad wouldn’t mind!”
Puck smirked down at his indignant boyfriend, “But could we go to Broadway from your house?”
Kurt’s eyes widened comically, “Br-br-broadway? As in--“
“As in WICKED!” Puck yelled as he flashed an envelope in front of Kurt’s shocked face. Behind them, Rachel and Mercedes broke out into the chorus of “What Is This Feeling?” as Finn, Matt, and Mike high-fived.
Kurt’s eyes were filling up with tears, “Noah, you got us tickets to Wicked? We’re going to see the original cast on Broadway?”
Puck grabbed Kurt’s face tenderly, thumbs wiping away the tears that were accumulating in the soprano’s beautiful green eyes, “Shhh, babe, it really was nothing. And besides, you deserve the best.” He accentuated the last sentiment with a soft kiss on Kurt’s lips. Pulling back, he rested his forehead on Kurt’s, “Ready to hit the concrete jungle?”
Kurt’s answer was muffled in Puck’s chest, where he’d launched himself, chanting, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”