Glee Fic: Our Dirty Little Secret 2/7
Title: Our Dirty Little Secret
Author: wander_lust_79
Characters: Noah (Puck) Puckerman, Mrs. Hudson, Rachel Berry
Fandoms: Glee
Rating: M for innuendos
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, wish I did, or could at least be in an episode.
Summary: Puck gets an interesting phone call from Finn's mom. He kind of gets things all wrong, and humor insues. Thankfully Rachel's there in the end to set him straight. There are 7 parts total. Complete. Thank you to robynadele0406 and bostongirl2003 for being awesome betas!
Chapter 1
Puck had arrived at the Hudson’s within the hour. Mrs. H had shown him which sink was the problem and went back to doing whatever it is moms do. He had his tool box open on the floor beside him, his head under the counter as he tried to find the water shut off.
“Everything going ok in here?” He heard Finn’s mom ask from the doorway.
“Yep,” He responded as he slid back out from under the sink, “Just had to shut off the water before I do anything else.” As he looked at the door he noticed Mrs. H was removing her signature jean vest.
“It’s a little hot in here today, don’t you think?” She asked as she moved out of his line of vision. Puck swallowed hard, that was something one of his ‘clients’ would say before they stripped down to their panties and paraded around in front of him.
“I’m gonna have to have Finn clean out the heating system when he gets back,” she told him as she walked back toward the bathroom door.
Puck’s eyes were glued to the doorframe waiting for Mrs. H to reappear. This was just too weird. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when she reappeared a second later. Her hair was now pulled up into a ponytail and her sleeves had been pushed up to her elbows. “Can I get you something to drink Noah?” She asked as she finished pushing up her right sleeve.
His eyes were practically bugging out of his head, all he could manage was to shake his head no. “Alright, I’ll try to stop bugging you now so you can work!” She gave him that loving mother smile before she disappeared from the doorway again.
“Jesus man, pull it together.” He told himself as he tried to get back to the task at hand. ‘What is wrong with you, there is no way Mrs. Hudson would be coming onto you. You’re a stud sure.’ He told himself with a smug grin, quickly dropping it from his face, ‘But she’s known you since you were like eight, no way does she think about you and sex in the same sentence.’
He went back to work, trying to put any thoughts of Mrs. H and her coming onto him out of his head.
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