(oneshot/sequel) "The Glee Mystery Pt. 2" - NC-17
Title: The Glee Mystery (Pt. 2)
Author: DigitalChoco
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, implied Brittany/Santana (GET CANON ALREADY), various members of Glee, Sue Sylvester
Genre: Romance, itty bitty angsty, itty bitty fluffy
Warning: Delicious boy on boy action, you have hereby been warned!
Spoilers: Up until and including Original Song (2x16)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Guess Santa thought I was a bad girl last year.
Notes: Bloody hell, this turned out to be quite a piece, but I can’t split it up into several parts.
Summary: The members of Glee will take back what is rightfully theirs, but first, they need something interesting to distract one Sue Sylvester.
Word Count: ~6200
Pt. 1
Winning regionals was an indescribable feeling. You stand there and they call out the name of your club and then everything is a blur, but you can remember one thing; the trophy. It was all theirs, proof that they just had kicked ass and totally deserved it. The look on one Sue Sylvester’s face may or may not have contributed to that as well.
They placed the trophy in the choir room, and Rachel developed a creepy obsession with kissing it before every single solo she performed. For good luck, she said. Santana always gave her the look that clearly said Berry belonged in a mental institution.
Everything went by just fine (except for Rachel regularly making out with a trophy) until the day came by. Upon entering the choir room, everyone noticed it.
There was glass scattered all over the floor. The trophy cabinet was destroyed, and its’ precious content was nowhere to be found.
Now, nobody thought Manhands’ reaction was weird – she cried and wailed and went on about how the trophy represented her personal growth as a performer – but no one quite expected the way Puck responded to the incident.
“Dude, we totally earned that! Did you see my moves? I worked my ass off!” He actually looked genuinely mad and everyone stared at him in disbelief. “What? Seriously, if I told my cougars I’ve got a freakin’ trophy; do you have any idea of how much sex I’d get?” Yep, that was more like it.
-*-
The brilliant idea to get revenge was Mercedes’. Kurt had never seen her go more diva before; she was pretty much on fire. They held their first vendetta meeting in the choir room the day after the trophy theft.
“Order please!” Kurt called over the upset voices, and everyone went quiet, their full attention on him. Since Rachel was too upset to act as a leader and Finn was busy trying to comfort her, the natural choice would be Kurt. He was fabulous like that.
“Now, all of us have noticed the theft of Rachel’s new boyfriend, and I think we all know who is responsible for this heinous deed. The question we need to ask ourselves is; how do we bring Sue Sylvester down and retake what is rightfully ours?” This, of course, sent the entire Glee club shouting and yelling again.
“Let’s go all old school on her, give her what she deserves, yo!”
“First she takes my tots, and now my trophy? Oh hell no!”
“What will I do without my lucky charm?!”
The only one who kept quiet was Brittany. She looked as if she was in a happy place of her own, and Kurt was just fine with that. He tried to get some sort of order again, and it took him a few attempts before everyone finally calmed down and shut their mouths. By Gaga, they could be loud sometimes.
“Do we have any constructive suggestions on how to get our trophy back?” Silence. They seemed to be thinking really hard this time and that made things so much easier for his head.
“You look really good today, Kurt.” He blinked, turning his attention to Brittany.
“Thanks Britt, but that’s not really…” he begun, but was soon cut off by the Cheerio.
“Puck should totally get it on with you. You’d be like vanilla ice cream and chocolate chip cookies. It’s the perfect mix.” Everyone stared at her, Kurt especially. He expected some sort of grossed out reply from Puck, but it never came.
“You know what, that might work.” Mercedes’ voice broke the thick silence. “I mean, we could trick coach Sylvester into thinking you and Puck are doing the nasty. It would totally gain her interest, she’s all hell bent on destroying us and I bet her twisted mind could come up with some evil master plan if we give her that to work with.” Kurt frowned, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Not that he had anything against Puck, he was definitely one of the hottest guys on McKinley (despite the ridiculous mohawk), it was just that Puck probably would be disgusted by the idea.
“Sure, I’m game.” Those three words made Kurt’s jaw drop completely. “What, I want our trophy back, man. I worked hard for this shit. If it’s cool with Hummel, of course.”
And thus, the genius plan to retake New Direction’s regionals trophy was born.
-*-
The first step was to alert coach Sylvester that something was going on. They all agreed to let the Cheerios handle that, and Quinn, Santana, Brittany and Kurt soon got what they wanted. You could almost see the coach’s ears turn pointy as she strained her hearing to snap up information. She never caught any, however, and if she had, all she would have heard was Kurt reciting musicals or Santana bragging about her boob job.
The initial steps of the plan also involved getting their hands on Sue’s daily scheme and handing them out to the Glee club. As soon as this was arranged, they could move on to step two.
-*-
They had noticed that on Tuesdays, coach Sylvester had made a habit out of strolling by Mr Schuester’s office, usually with some kind of mischief in mind. This day was no different. Santana and Brittany were on stalking duty, following Sylvester through the halls of McKinley High and keeping in touch with the other Glee club members via mobile phones.
“Satan’s Mother is on the move, I repeat; Satan’s Mother is on the move.” The nickname had been Santana’s idea, of course, working off the assumption that evil was born from even greater evil.
“Did we ever agree to call her that?” Tina replied, puzzled.
“You’re totally hot when you say that, Santana.”
“Britt, now’s not the time,” Kurt sighed. He was stuck in an empty classroom with Noah Puckerman of all people, and their task was to trick Sue Sylvester into thinking they were taking great pleasure in each other’s bodies by now. They had decided to keep the ‘coupling’ secret for now, that would get her all fired up.
“She’s heading for the stairs now, get ready guys.” Kurt snapped his phone shut, leaning against the wall to wait for the knocks that would announce their escape. Puck was quiet, studying a poster in Spanish. Kurt highly doubted he understood any of it. He turned his attention to the colourful scarf around his neck, arranging it to look as flawless as always.
“Hey Kurt.” He looked up again, frowning. He could count the times Puck had called him by his first name on one hand. The jock was now leaning against the wall on the other side of the window. “Do you think it’ll work?”
Kurt hadn’t really expected him to make conversation during this operation, the only reason they were doing it was to get their trophy back and humiliate coach Sylvester. “Probably. Anything that might destroy Glee club and our happiness will get her going. As long as she believes it we should be good.” Puck nodded at him.
“It should look like, authentic then.” Kurt frowned, looking up from his scarf to see Puck approaching him until he was just inches away.
“Puck, have your brain cell count dropped to zero?” he managed to get out, cursing himself for agreeing to this moronic plan. There must be a dozen other ways to get the trophy back, many of them a lot less complicated.
“You said it yourself, we gotta make her believe it.” When Noah Puckerman kissed him, Kurt had no idea of what to do. His body froze, eyes staring at the jock who had thrown him into dumpsters and bullied him since forever. Sure, Puck had gotten a lot nicer since he joined Glee, but Kurt was pretty sure this didn’t fit the definition of nice. “Come on, babe.” He was torn between whimpering as Puck whispered against his lips and shoving him off for actually having the nerves to call him babe.
He ended up doing none of the above; instead he let his hands grab a tight hold of Puck’s dark grey tee, unconsciously pulling him closer. He could feel the defined shapes of muscles underneath the fabric, the sensation making his breath hitch. Puck’s fingers formed around his scarf, keeping him close as the kiss deepened. Soon the silky fabric slid off his neck.
“If you throw that scarf on the floor I will castrate you, Puck.” Yeah, he was dead serious, it was a damn expensive scarf. The jock actually winced at the thought, carefully placing the scarf on one of the benches. “Happy now?” he murmured darkly as those big hands caressed Kurt’s sides. “Totally,” he breathlessly replied, lips inches away from Puck’s.
The dull knocks on the door made Kurt’s heart sink like a stone. “That’s the signal,” Puck announced and let go of him as if nothing had happened. The window was opened and Kurt was just about to head out first when he remembered something.
“Wait, my scarf!”
“No time, hurry up!” And he had to leave it there. It felt like leaving your best friend behind in a war. Kurt graciously climbed down the rain gutter, quickly moving out of sight when Puck joined him on the ground.
“You owe me a new scarf, Puckerman,” he sharply said, maybe sounding a bit angrier than necessary but hey, he had just lost his favourite scarf to the evil claws of Sue Sylvester and Noah Puckerman had been playing him like a violin. He figured he had every damn right to be angry.
-*-
They could all see what this was doing to coach Sylvester. She was sneaking around the choir room all the time, and she kept giving Mr Schue very hateful scowls, as if he was the brains behind this. If only she knew that Brittany of all people had come up with it.
The third step involved spending even more time alone with Noah in an empty classroom, and Kurt didn’t know what he thought of that. The fact that he was going to sing Wonderwall as if Puck was the love of his life and all that… Yeah, this would be difficult, he could feel it. Luckily he was one of the most talented actors on this school (yeah, Rachel could keep on dreaming).
“Satan’s Mother is heading your way now, get to it.”
“Santana, seriously, you have to stop that…”
“Please don’t stop, Santana…” Kurt’s eyes widened and he shuddered at the two girls. He didn’t want to know what they were up to, he didn’t want to hear it.
He put his phone away and turned to Puck, who was sitting on one of the benches looking all innocent. There was nothing innocent about him. The days after them making out in that other classroom, he had been giving him these… looks. As if he wanted to eat him. Mercedes had noticed it as well and asked if it was all part of the act, because in that case, they were damn good. Kurt had let her believe it, however, he knew better, and to be honest, it added a spicy edge to the regular school day. Not that he responded to it, of course, that would be below him.
“Let’s do this. Stage is all yours, Princess.” Oh yeah, during some point of this whole operation Puck had started calling him Princess. He decided to let it slip this time though, and sang instead.
As the words left his lips, he noticed how easy it was to pretend he cared about Puck. He just had to imagine it, what they could have if Puck was a little less womanizer and a little more… gay. Yeah, something along those lines. And previously mentioned jock didn’t seem to find it troubling that the most flamboyant of gays was singing his heart out for him.
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
He actually looked as if he enjoyed it. The moment was ruined by coach Sylvester; he could practically feel her eyes burning holes in his back as she stared at him. She didn’t stay there for too long, though, and by the time Kurt reached the second verse, she was gone. Puck could hear it too, and he stood up. Kurt stopped singing, but instead of leaving the classroom, the football player joined him in the song instead.
He could barely believe it.
He was singing a duet with Puck, and neither of them were actually forced to do it.
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
Puck stepped closer, effectively eliminating both the space between them and Kurt’s ability to breathe properly, thus making his singing falter just a little until he gave himself a mental bitchslap. He would not dishonour this song.
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
As soon as the final note died out, Puck was on him and this time, Kurt didn’t hesitate at all. He let the jock forcefully push him up against the nearest wall, claiming his mouth in the same manner. His head was spinning, and not just because of the lack of oxygen. He felt Puck’s hands on his chest and stomach, tracing the vague shapes of his not-so-defined abs (Cheerios was hard work!).
Soon, Puck’s tongue was exploring his mouth, his hands working on Kurt’s white cashmere shirt.
“If any buttons are missing I’ll kill you…” he sighed, one hand forming over the nape of the jock’s neck to push him into yet another feverish kiss.
“Whatever babe, I’ll buy you a new one.” That was totally fine with Kurt.
Puck’s kisses trailing down to his jaw and neck was totally fine too. It was when the boy started sucking gently on his skin he snapped back to reality. “Wait, wait…!” he slurred, pushing him away an inch or two and damn, it almost hurt to do it.
“What?” The sight of Puck, breathing heavily with hazy eyes, almost made Kurt whimper.
“No marking. You’ll ruin the plan.” As soon as the words reached the jock’s ears, he flashed a ridiculously huge grin. He didn’t even answer, just crashed their lips together again.
Unfortunately, fate had something else in store for them. Kurt’s phone suddenly started ringing. Patti LuPone’s “Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina” made it impossible to keep kissing Puck as if his life depended on it. “Sorry, I just… I have to…” He hauled up the phone from his pocket, thankful to get the vibrating phone away from the sensitive spot it had been resting on.
“Yeah?” he answered, out of breath.
“Kurt? Have you been running a marathon or somethin’? Anyway, you’re gonna miss French class if you don’t get your white butt over here!” Reality came crashing down on him. He couldn’t possibly spend his second period making out with Noah Puckerman in a deserted classroom. He shut the phone and made his way out of the jock’s arms.
“I have to go. I’m sorry,“ he mumbled, leaving Puck alone in the classroom and scurried off to French class.
-*-
Puck had started hanging around him. He met him after Cheerios practice to escort him to his car, they had started having lunch together and could even be seen accompanying each other in the hallways of McKinley. Kurt was actually quite grateful for it, Karofsky had stepped up his game lately and avoiding him was starting to get frustrating. So having Puck as a personal bodyguard was not all that bad. However, constantly thinking of what kind of relation Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner shared in that movie made inappropriate images enter his head all the time (the fact that Puck was at least twice as hot as Costner sure did its part as well). The rest of Glee club thought it was all a part of the plan, and Kurt was fine with letting them think that.
It was during lunch hour that Santana slumped down next to him and told him step four was to be initialized.
“Cheerios are having a photo taken for the newspaper tomorrow. Make sure Puck get’s you all nice and spotty for the occasion, I know he’s good at that.” She grinned before taking off, linking pinkies with Brittany.
Since Kurt hadn’t seen Puck all day, he decided to give him a call before his next class started.
“Hey babe, sup?” Kurt couldn’t keep from rolling his eyes.
“Don’t call me that. Step four is taking place tomorrow. We need to meet up and… yeah. You know the plan,” he said, sounding as confident as always but he was secretly happy that Puck couldn’t see him right now.
“Cool. I gotta go, I’m spending Math in the nurse’s office, not feeling too good.”
“Puck, don’t lie to me.”
“I ain’t!”
“Yes you are, you spend every Math class in the nurse’s office.”
“… I don’t.”
“You do.”
“No.”
“Just shut up and admit it already.”
… They were bickering like an old married couple. This was going too far, but Kurt enjoyed it too much to put an end to the charade.
“Fine. I’ll meet you after Cheerios practice. See ya, Princess.”
Kurt muttered a goodbye and hung up before hurrying to his next class.
The rest of the day went by in a haze. He couldn’t concentrate because he knew what would happen later. There was no telling how far they would go to get Kurt ‘nice and spotty’, as Santana put it. Not thinking about it proved hard and Cheerios practice was a welcome distraction.
When he exited the locker room, he found Puck casually leaning against the wall with a mischievous grin on his lips. “Ready, Princess?” Kurt just nodded. “I figured your car would be a good place to do this. It’s that big ass Navigator, right?” He could tell Puck just wanted to get a good look at the car.
“You are not driving her anyway. You’re not even touching the steering wheel.”
“Come on, I’m an awesome driver. Totally.”
“You stole your mother’s car and wrecked it, Puck. I’m not going to let you drive my baby.”
“That was below the belt.”
“All is fair in love and war.” Kurt blushed as he said it, but arrogantly turned and made for the parking lot where his Navigator waited. He unlocked the car and got in, watching Puck get in the backseat. He arched one eyebrow questioningly, but the jock just grinned in return and glanced out the window.
As he backed out of the parking space he looked back at Puck in the mirror. “Have you got a place figured out too…?” He let the ‘where we won’t be disturbed’ hang loose in the air.
“Drive past the Sticks and then take a left.” Puck instructed him, and he did as he was told. They ended up in some deserted alleyway Kurt definitely wouldn’t go through alone. “Get back here.” The thought of the dark, kind of scary alley flew out the window as he quickly got out of the car, getting in the back instead.
It was kind of awkward to just sit there as first. He could see Puck eye him and kick his shoes off to sit comfortably without risking his life by getting the seats dirty.
“Come on, let’s do this.” Kurt just had time to see the jock lean back against the door before he was abruptly pulled onto him. “Take your shoes off, Princess, don’t wanna get your seats dirty.” All he could do was obey with those lips so close, and as soon as his shoes were left on the floor, Puck kissed him again.
This time was different, he knew nothing would interrupt, and Puck took his time, kissing him slowly and intensely. The position brought them close, Kurt resting the weight of his body on the jock, and it made the butterflies residing in his stomach flutter wildly.
He felt Puck’s hands form over his behind, pressing them even closer, and along with the way he sucked on Kurt’s lower lip it sent electrical jolts through his body, blood rushing to his groin. His face went beet read, but he wasn’t embarrassed, not at all. As the kiss deepened he thrust his hips against Puck’s, whimpering into his mouth.
“You’re so damn hot, babe…” Good Gaga, that husky tone made him want him even more. He could call him whatever he wanted as long as he kept on doing whatever it was he did. It was hard to miss Puck’s arousal when he was thrusting against him like this, so he knew they both wanted it (the way he was grinding back was enough evidence as it was). The jock’s lips found their way to his neck again and this time, Kurt let him do whatever he wanted. He knew he would probably look like a horrible fake fur coat after this, but he couldn’t possibly care any longer.
The way Puck’s hands slowly moved over his body, leaving trails that seemed to burn with pleasure, was enough to drive anyone crazy, and Kurt was not an exception. When those hands made their way up underneath his shirt he moaned, finger sliding through Puck’s mohawk. The jock’s lips returned to his own, claiming his mouth once more.
“God, Puck…” Kurt sighed.
“Nuh-uh. Noah.” His heart skipped a few beats. Puck’s eyes were open, dark and hazy with lust, but he seemed serious.
“Noah…” He tasted the word. Yeah, he could definitely go with that. “Noah,” he repeated, his voice a little stronger before kissing him again. Pu… Noah’s hands moved over his skin, one up over his chest and the other down. When the jock cupped his erection through his pants, Kurt barely knew what to do with himself. His body acted on it’s own accord, thrusting into the touch. He had to break the kiss so he could breathe and that made Noah smirk, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at all.
This was so not required for the plan, but that didn’t matter. As long as they got the trophy back any method was fine, right? Exactly. Kurt moaned as Noah undid his pants, the jock’s hand sliding in underneath his underwear. Strong fingers wrapped around him, and when they started stroking him fast and determinedly he saw stars.
He didn’t last long, coming hard in his underwear with a long moan. His hands were shivering just like the rest of his lithe body, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make Noah come. When his right hand disappeared into the jock’s pants, he discovered something.
“You… don’t have any underwear,” he panted.
“Full commando, babe.” Yeah, he wasn’t even going to question the matter, it probably only made sense to Noah. His hand formed around the boy’s cock, setting a quick pace. The position was awkward for him as he couldn’t leave his lips alone, kissing and nibbling and sucking. He soon got what he wanted. Noah came with a dark groan, thrusting into his hand.
The only sounds now were those of Kurt shifting to pull his hand out of Noah’s jeans and their lazy kissing. They could safely say that he was ‘nice and spotty’ by now.
-*-
The marks got the desired effect. Kurt could almost hear the cog wheels turn as Sue's mind went into overdrive. She was ready to kill to know who had given him those marks, anyone could see it. He vaguely wondered if she would be ready to hand him his scarf back so he could cover them up. Probably not. He’d have to steal it back when they went for the trophy.
Brittany sneaked up behind him when he was on his way to History class.
“I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Right about what, Britt-Britt?” Kurt replied, glancing at her.
“You and Puck being the perfect mix. Did he make you come? How many times?” He came to a sudden halt, his face redder than a tomato.
“I don’t know what you’re imagining, Brittany, but Noah and I never…”
“You’re calling him Noah, That’s cute. And kind of hot.” The girl looked thoughtful for a second. “I need to find Santana now.” The blond strolled off, and Kurt kept his head down as he walked to his class. He didn’t want to know why Brittany needed to find Santana.
A short text from Rachel told him step five was to be launched. A quick visit to the janitor’s closet and Noah was ready to drop the bomb on coach Sylvester without even telling her. Kurt proudly studied the marks on the jock’s neck, happy with what he had managed to accomplish.
“Do I look pretty now?” Noah chuckled.
“Oh, definitely. Everything I do is fabulous, to say the least.”
“Good. Don’t wanna look ugly for my big performance, huh?” Kurt was pulled in for a quick kiss, then Noah left the closet, his hand holding on to Kurt’s for as long as possible. The operation was closing in on the end now, and that worried him a little. What would happen with this thing that they had once this was over? Kurt liked to think that it could continue, but he doubted the jock was of the same opinion. The whole reason to why he was in on it was so he could brag about the trophy to his cougars and get laid. Kurt sighed. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it.
-*-
“Satan’s Mother is approaching the cafeteria… She’s in. Puck, make your move.”
“Santana…”
“Brittany! Please, at least try and keep your thoughts clean!” Kurt snapped.
“But I was just going to tell Santana she dropped her bracelet.”
“Oh… Sorry, Britt, I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“It’s okay, Kurt.”
“Thanks Britt.”
“Guys, I’m going.” The sound of Noah’s voice through his phone made a surge of pleasant warmth erupt inside him. They all watched as Noah set collision course with coach Sylvester, looking away at exactly the right moment… and then they collided.
“Puckerman! Useless football scum, have your intelligence quota sunk so low that your eyes are giving up on you?” Sue shot him a menacing glare, her eyes finding their way to Noah’s neck.
“Sorry, coach Sylvester, I didn’t see you there.” Like anyone could miss her in that bright red tracksuit. The Cheerio coach, however, didn’t seem to hear him. They could all see the exact moment when she realized it, Kurt half expected a light bulb to form out of thin air above her head.
“You’re excused for this time, Puckerman. Move along.”
Noah met up with the rest of Glee in the choir room, grinning widely. Everyone talked loudly, and Rachel was fired up now that the trophy soon would be back in their hands. All they had to do know was to fake a secret meeting arrangement and make sure Sue found out about it. That would give them the opening they needed.
“Can you all just shut up for a moment?” Santana was standing on a chair, hands on her hips. She efficiently stared Rachel down as the brunette began chattering again.
“I’ve heard that coach Sylvester lets a Cheerio go through the thrash can here in the choir room. I’d say we write a note and let her find it. That way we can trick Sue into the auditorium and take back our trophy.”
“And my scarf.” Kurt quickly added.
“And your scarf,” the Latina agreed, rolling her eyes. “Puck. You’re on note writing duty,” she ordered, and soon they had composed a simple message that read; “U, me, auditorium, 3 o’clock, Thursday.” Now they just had to wait.
-*-
Artie was the one who saw the Cheerio take of with a piece of paper the next day. The text he sent all of them read “Satan’s Mother got the message yo, we gon get our trophy back, homes!” Kurt felt a jolt of excitement go through him. The regionals trophy would soon be back in their hands, and he would have his scarf back as well. Could things get better?
Yes, they could.
The excitement he felt turned into an empty sort of sadness once he realized that whatever he and Noah had would be over as soon as that trophy was back in the choir room. Believe it or not, but he had grown fond of the jock’s company. He liked the sound of his laughter, and those dark hazel eyes that made his knees weaken. Hell, he’d even miss the stupid mohawk.
“Sup, Kurt?” He flinched, looking up at Noah who was leaning against the lockers with a wide smile on his lips.
“Nothing,” he weakly smiled, putting his books in this locker. He could see from the corner of his eyes how the other boy frowned.
“What’s wrong?” It seemed Noah knew him too well these days, he could easily tell when Karofsky’s behaviour got to him, or when he’d had a bad time at Cheerios practice. This was obviously no exception.
“Nothing, Puck, I’m fine,” Kurt answered, falling back to using the jock’s nickname. The confused expression on Noah’s face hurt, but he might as well go back to their old routines as quickly as possible. Like pulling off a Band Aid.
“Fine.” He winced at the sharp tone and turned his head to watch Puck walk away with long strides.
-*-
They saw coach Sylvester leave her office at 14:50. As soon as she turned around the corner they got to work. Artie was placed outside to keep his eyes open, just in case Sue came back, while the rest of the Glee members went inside the office. Kurt immediately spotted his scarf hanging over a chair. He quickly took it and made sure it was unharmed. There were no holes, no miscolouring, it was as perfect as always. He turned around and found Puck staring at him. The jock probably thought of the same thing as Kurt. The last time they had seen this scarf, they had been making out. Something softened in the boy’s eyes, and it looked as if he was going to say something.
Rachel’s high pitched scream as she found her beloved trophy ruined the moment, and Kurt looked away. Their work was done, he wouldn’t have anything to do with Puck again other than Glee. They quickly hurried off to the choir room, everybody but them chattering wildly about the success.
Kurt lingered in the choir room as the others started leaving. He stared at the trophy. It was silly, really, how things had developed, but he would get over it. He had gotten over Finn, right? It just had taken a while. He fumbled with his scarf, looking down. This would only make him stronger, or at least he hoped so.
“Kurt?” The sound of his voice almost pissed him off. Not a moment went by without Puck being either on his mind, nearby or talking to him.
“What do you want, Puck? I’m tired,” he answered, not turning to face him.
“I just… figured we should talk.” Puck, talk about things? No, that just didn’t sound plausible. “Look, I know I’m not the talking kind of guy, but I think we should clear this up.” Jeez, what, could he read his mind now?
“Just leave me alone, Puck.”
“I told you to call me Noah.”
“Yeah, but that’s over now, isn’t it? The trophy is back, you don’t need to do this. You can have all the cougars in the world now.” He turned around to face him, hoping his face was blank enough not to give away how torn he felt.
“What if I don’t want them?” Kurt snorted.
“We all know you do, Puck,” he darkly laughed.
“Don’t tell me what I want, and stop being so fucking stubborn, Hummel.” He watched as Puck shoved the door shut, covered the distance between them. Kurt softened as the jock’s forehead touched his own. “I didn’t play you or anything. I didn’t do it because I had to. I did it ‘cause I wanted to, ‘kay?” He felt the other boy’s hands on his cheeks, closed his eyes. “Come on, Kurt, is it so damn hard to just say yes?”
“You’re not lying to me?” He had to be sure.
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Are you?”
“No. Promise.” That was all he needed. He leaned into the soft touch of his hands, let their lips meet. His hands grabbed a tight hold of Noah’s tee, holding him close.
“I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
“Shut up, Noah.” No more talking. Kurt made that clear, deepening the kiss. Noah carefully pushed him against the black piano, luckily not on the keys, though. Feeling his rough, calloused hands on his body again was bliss, the way they slid down his chest just to go back up again, this time under his shirt.
His own hands set out to re-explore Noah’s body, starting by following the stripe of hair on his head, down his neck and shoulders. He then continued down his back, following the arch of his back. Then up again, fingers sliding in underneath the cotton. Defined muscles covered by soft skin, then up to his nipples, his collarbone. Kurt let one hand stay up there, the other wandering down to the soft trail of hair just underneath his belly button. There wasn’t much of it, just enough. Noah hummed, his lips now at Kurt’s neck, marking him once again, but this time it was because he wanted to, not because they had to get some stupid trophy back.
Kurt whimpered as the jock’s hands started unbuckling his slim fitted jeans, pushing them down just enough to bring his already hard member out. As Noah’s fingers wrapped around him he moaned, closing his eyes. His fingernails were buried into the bigger boy’s sides, drawing a hiss from his lips but it wasn’t enough to hurt him. When Noah placed a searing kiss on his lips he was convinced he was dreaming. However, then the jock pulled his hands off his body and sank down to his knees, he knew that he probably, no, most definitely wasn’t dreaming, because not even in his wildest dreams would this happen.
Noah’s lips formed around the head of his cock, tongue swirling over the tip. Just that was enough to make Kurt moan loudly, thrust forward a little. As the boy took him in further, he placed his hands on Kurt’s hips to keep him still, which the latter was thankful for. The pleasure sent his body cramping, hands gripping the piano hard to keep himself up as Noah sucked, working his mouth up and down his shaft.
As he felt himself get closer, small breathy “Noahs”’s left his lips, one hand tugging at the short hair of his mohawk. Noah seemed to know the signs, pulling up, just keeping the head in his mouth. That tongue sent Kurt flying over the edge, releasing on the jock’s tongue, who swallowed without complaining.
Noah let go of his softening cock with a lewd pop, standing up. Kurt brought their lips together, not wasting any time with unbuttoning the older boy’s jeans and wrapping his fingers around his erection. Noah groaned into his mouth, biting down hard on his lower lip. The sensation sent shivers throughout Kurt’s body, his fingers tightening around the jock’s thickness. Noah came in his hand, moaning huskily.
The sound of their rushed breathing filled the room. Kurt pulled up his underwear and jeans again, buttoned his pants. When he was done he leaned against Noah, his legs still weak. A pair of strong arms slid around him, held him up. He felt soft kisses on his hair and smiled lazily.
“’m tired,” he mumbled into Noah’s chest. That earned him a hand massaging his scalp.
“Want me to drive you home, Princess?” Kurt frowned.
“Do you have a car?”
“Nope.” That made him snort, clearly amused.
“You thought I’d let you drive my baby? It’s going to take a lot more than this before you earn that,” he chuckled.
“Worth a shot.” He could hear the warm smile in Noah’s voice, it made his entire body warm and sort of fuzzy. A small thought entered his head, made him chuckle.
“Why are you laughing?” Noah curiously wondered.
“Santana is going to get hell if Brittany ever finds out about this.”
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A/N: Yeah, this turned out a LOT longer than I thought it would be, kudos to those of you who read the whole thing!