Kurt raised an eyebrow, initially unsure how to take Puck’s laughter in response to what he did, but he decided it was a good thing when Puck didn’t seem too annoyed by it. He leaned his head against the back of the couch as he continued watching his roommate, a smile coming to his face as he claimed he will try harder. No one’s ever tried hard for him before, not like Puck was claiming to right now. It felt good. “You sound so sure,” he teased lightly.
Except Puck might have been right. If he played his cards right, Kurt could’ve very easily succumbed to him and falling into him because of his own curiosity and desire for closeness to another human. A male human. That one girl he tried to act straight with back in sophomore year of high school did not count. For now he’d just enjoy whatever he could get out of this until that time came, if it ever came at all.
He stared at the threading of the couch, deep in thought as he considered Puck’s suggestions. “Karaoke would be fun, but I don’t think we can manage to get a huge stereo in there. Or make a stage. We could try.” He shrugged. At the mention of snacks, he piped up, raising his head and looking at Puck. “I can make mini quiches!” he nearly exclaimed. Seriously, what was a better party treat? “And cheese. Maybe mini sandwiches,” he started listing off.
“Sure? Please, Hummel. I’m certain of it,” he replied proudly as his grin got even bigger. “I know I’m irresistible, alright? I’m hot and nice when I want to and I can be super charming, too. No one’s ever survived to my skills. When I set my eyes on you, it’s because I know you’ll be mine. And you, my friend, had just been marked all over. I got your name on my list.”
His smirk was flirty, and sweet, perfectly practiced. He licked his lips and shrugged, “I know you don’t want to believe me, but you will have to. Eventually. And as soon as you put your walls down for a second, I’ll be all up in your garden.”
The smile Kurt gave him only encouraged him. He was already in the game, that much he knew. And there was no kind of competition for him there. He just needed to play smoothly and Kurt would be in his arms again faster than he could say orgasm.
“Maybe we don’t need a stereo. Or a stage. I mean, I could play the guitar, I’d have no problem with that. At least we’d have music that wouldn’t be too loud and a new activity or whatever. Besides, I’m a genius with my guitar, and I could totally serenade you until you give it up. So yeah, I think it’s a great idea.” Puck chuckled a bit at Kurt’s enthusiasm about the snacks. “Those kish things sound nice, even when I have no effin idea of what you’re talking about. But cheese and sandwiches are a must. As much as Cheeto’s and Dorito’s are, too. And French fries, of course. We could sneak out and buy some of those too, what do you think? And maybe more gummy bears, we can spike them with vodka.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow at the word slave. Was Puck for real? The sexual connotation wasn’t lost on him but he chose to play his indifference card. He somehow got pleasure out of denying Puck what he wanted and he wasn’t about to stop. It gave him a sense of empowerment. For once, someone wanted him instead of the other way around. Sure, he’d be lying if he said he completely didn’t want Puck back, but he could live without it. Having Puck pleading for him made him feel sadistically good.
He glanced down at where Puck’s hand trailed up his leg, hoping it didn’t decide to go too far up. The heat of Puck’s skin and breath was difficult to deny but Kurt leaned back as far as the couch would allow. Perhaps choosing the comfort of this position wasn’t the best idea. “Slave, huh?” he echoed finally, though not giving into Puck’s plea to be kissed. He rested his hands on either of Puck’s shoulders and grasped onto the fabric of his old gym shirt.
He drew increasingly closer, letting his own breath wash over Puck’s face. Right before meeting his lips, he changed direction and instead brought his own closer to the other’s ear and spoke, “Then you’re gonna have to try a lot harder.” And he pushed Puck off while he had his guard down.
He was feeling Kurt’s breath on his lips, already smiling in celebration when the boy changed his mind. And then, he was being pushed back, and he almost fell off the couch. He couldn’t help to start laughing, because this? This was incredible. Kurt not only was playing hard to get, but was making Puck want to get him more than everything in the world.
When his laughing was reduced to chuckling and he could breathe normally again, Puck’s eyes fixed on Kurt’s and he grinned. “Y’know what? I’m not even mad,” He shrugged and sat back up again, not even trying to keep distance from Kurt, but sitting close again. “I’ll try harder, if that’s what you want. It might take me longer, but you’ll be mine. You’re not getting away from me, Hummel.” he said with a wink, then cleared his throat and rested his back against the couch, one of his hands on Kurt’s knee.
“So we have spin the bottle, and alcohol. Good. We need something more, like… something to have fun with, but I don’t know what.” He thought for a minute and shrugged. “If we weren’t here and we could be loud we could do karaoke or some shit, but… I guess we can’t do that because if they catch us, they’ll kill us.” Puck licked his lips and looked at Kurt, “Have you thought about snacks yet? Alcohol makes you hungry, too…”
I was going to change a grade or twelve. It was a stupid idea.
That’s pretty rough. Are you here for a while?
yeah, they said i should spend summer here, too, but it depends on how i “behave”. So I guess I’m getting out of here when i’m 84 or so…
Kurt had to roll his eyes at Puck’s antics but still smiled in amusement at the other’s persistence. He had to admit it was admirable that Puck just went after what he wanted until he ensued that he got it. Though, it was also worrisome for Kurt because he didn’t want to fall into some trap that would only hurt him in the long run. He remember when he harbored an undying devotion for a straight boy on his school’s soccer team and how horribly that turned out due to how emotionally involved he got. He couldn’t let it happen again, especially now after Puck’s stolen his first kiss—his first kisses—from him.
“I’ve never thrown a party, so I don’t know much about it,” he admitted. He shifted, turning so that his body faced Puck’s and his legs were folded beneath him as he scooted back until he was rested against the armrest of the couch in a more comfortable position. “If we get busted for alcohol, you know there will be circumstances, but I know I can’t stop you so I’m not even going to bother. Drinking games, however, are juveniles, so why don’t we stick to the ones that don’t involve getting wasted off our asses?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, the look in his eyes just daring Puck to try to argue with him. The fixedness of his gaze faltered at the mention of spin the bottle and when he saw Puck lick his lips—it was obvious what was going through his mind by the way his eyes drifted down to Kurt’s own lips, but Kurt refused to digress. “Spin the bottle is pretty juvenile as well, but I suppose I have nothing to lose now that someone’s stolen my first kiss anyway.” His voice fell dramatically on that last part, not wanting to go too deeply into that. He knew it would only give Puck more reason to want to make out or whatever now.
Puck chuckled, “I’ll take whole responsibility for the alcohol, I promise.” He watched as Kurt shifted, and when he settled, he quirked an eyebrow and scooted closer again, his thigh against Kurt’s knees. “Yeah, baby, whatever you want. It’s your party, I’m your slave,” he said putting emphasis in the word slave.
When Kurt approved spin the bottle, Puck grinned. “Perfect, then we could practice now, and then I can stole your second, and your third and all the ones after that.” He was insolent and too damn sure of himself, but he wanted Kurt. He wanted nothing than to be able to kiss Kurt right then and there, where he looked adorable in his frikin’ pajamas and his bed hair. Puck’s hand sat on Kurt’s knee and started climbing up his leg as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Kurt’s lips. “C’mon, baby! I’m dying here…” Puck’s voice was a plea, and his eyes shifted to look into Kurt’s eyes. “Please”, he repeated just moving his lips, and licking them as his eyes went to Kurt’s mouth again, his breath almost caressing Kurt’s face.
Kurt froze a bit as Puck spoke into his ear. He was expecting Puck to say something seductive or what-not but the fact that he tried to use the gummy bears threw Kurt off. He was about to call Puck out on his idiocy when he felt the hot breath on his neck. He hated how sensitive his neck was. He had to swallow down a lump in his throat just to force himself not to fall into the feel. Putting a hand on one of Puck’s shoulder’s, he kept it there for a moment before pushing against him and scooting back a bit, away from Puck.
“Really, Puckerman? As much as I may like gummy bears, I wouldn’t do that for them. I don’t have some kind of creepy food fetish. You may, but I don’t. Besides, weren’t we meeting to make party plans?” he asked, trying to change the subject. Sure, he enjoyed making out with Puck before, but that was a one-time fluke. He told himself so at least.
Puck’s laughter was soft and inviting, and he pulled away just the tiniest bit, but his knee was still pressed against Kurt’s. “Fine, whatever. Whatever you want. Whatever,” he said, and sent a little smirk for Kurt, because he had to face it, at least the boy had style.
Puck yawned and leaned back on the couch, looking back at Kurt. “So, about the party, yes. What are your plans? like, where do you plan on finding the alcohol that it requires? Or what games to get wasted are we going to use? I personally love that one where you have to throw the coin into the cup, that one’s fun.”
Puck talked, but his eyes were just fixed on Kurt, because the more he was told to fuck off, the more he wanted him. Right now, it was something Puck couldn’t explain with words. He needed Kurt pay attention to him and to realize that, yes, Puck was not giving up, he was just waiting for Kurt to give in.
He licked his lips looking at Kurt’s lips and smirked, “Or we could play spin the bottle. It’s always a fun game to play.”
Kurt fumbled with the hem of his cardigan, refusing to acknowledge that Puck caught him. “Well, some Starbucks could be nice. I do like coffee. Not a big fan of Taco Bell, or any fast food chain for the matter, but it’d be better than anything they serve us here,” he talked on, not noticing when Puck drew closer the first time.
The second time he noticed though and he couldn’t move away because of what Puck said. Gummy bears were his guilty pleasure and he wondered if Puck somehow found out about that and was using it against him now or if he actually guessed it by chance. It was probably the latter since he hadn’t told anyone about his secret fondness for the snack. “Let’s hope he doesn’t,” he replied in a quiet voice, secretly actually hoping that they’d still be there. It’d been a while since he’d last had them.
He chuckled at the thought though. “It’s funny. A guy like Xavier having all that junk food? Do you think he actually eats it? Maybe it’s confiscated from delinquents like us—like you.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not really a delinquent, I’m just here…” He trailed off when Puck cleared his throat and looked at him.
He knew it was too good to be true. It was too soon to assume that Puck was showing his true colors and wasn’t act like he did before. Those probably were his true colors. A mixture of spontaneous sweetness and an overall, as Puck liked to call it, badassness, or as Kurt liked to call it, egoism. “You got your thanks; the sandwich was your prize,” he deadpanned and completely ignored Puck’s invitation in favor of inspecting his own perfectly manicured nails as though they had something far more interesting than anything Puck had to offer.
“Well, maybe Starbucks will be fine, then. I bet we can sneak out for a whole hour without getting caught,” he shrugged taking a sip of his water. “Xavier never really pays attention anyways…”
Puck chuckled softly when Puck almost swooned when he talked about gummy bears, and he though he might have found something to blackmail him with. He smirked, “It’s probably confiscated, like community service money, right? In jail they use cigarettes, in here, it’s junk food,” Puck scoffed and shrugged when Kurt called him delinquent, not really caring much. “But you’re here, aren’t you? It’s the same. Even if you didn’t do anything wrong, your record says you did. You’re destined to be an outcast for the rest of your life just ‘cause someone pissed you off…”
Puck rolled his eyes at Kurt’s response and scooted closer, until his leg was against Kurt’s, and as he leaned over him, he smirked. “But the gummy bears…” Puck laughed really low next to Kurt’s ear, “I bet they are feeling really lonely all alone in X’s room. Bet they really need someone to take care of them…” Puck’s breath grazed Kurt’s neck and he sighed, “I could get them right now if you want me to. I just need… a little push, y’know? Just the tiniest little thing will do.”
Puck. That’s the elf in Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I’m here because I tried to hack into my school’s computer system. Not really fair, I had the passwords and everything so it shouldn’t count, in my book. What’d you do?
sorry, i didn’t watch that movie. but it’s short for Puckerman, my last name.
hack your school’s computer system? what for? that’s… weird.
i drove my mom’s car into a convenience store’s window, then run away with the atm. so got sent to juvie and now i am stuck here. tough life.
Kurt was completely oblivious to Puck’s dislike towards Karofsky, or at least to one of the reasons for it. He was a little surprised when Puck stopped him from covering himself up but found that he was a bit relieved by it. But he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at Puck’s tactics when he kissed his bicep. It was partially a cover up for his own attraction to Puck’s biceps but he would never admit that.
“Maybe you can try eating out. I’m sure there are a couple of places just off the highway where we—where you could eat something better.” He bit his tongue lightly at the slip he made. Why would Puck want to go out to eat with him even if he did claim to find him ‘hot’? Besides, it wasn’t like Kurt meant to actually say that.
He rolled his eyes and looked for the can of soda he’d brought for Puck, only to find that Puck had accidentally knocked it over when he woke up with a start. “I brought you a Mountain Dew,” he said after Puck already got the water out of his bag. He leaned down to pick it up and placed it back on the table. Water was better anyway, at least in his opinion.
He looked at Puck incredulously. “You stole from…?” He couldn’t bring himself to say it at the risk of being overheard and getting in trouble. He even glanced around to make sure no one was coming, which, thankfully, no one was. When he turned back to Puck from glancing around, he was pleasantly surprised to find Puck handing him a chocolate bar. He caught it with his hands and looked at it, a light blush covering his features as he couldn’t help but smile back. “O-oh, thank you.” He wrapped his hands around it as he held it on his lap, not wanting to ruin it. “How sweet of you.” It was very sweet of Puck, in the strangest way possible, to steal a bar of chocolate for him.
Puck looked up at Kurt and smiled when he saw him blushing. Yeah, he heard that just right, it hadn’t been his imagination, and he grinned as he licked his lips. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe we could sneak out and get us some Taco Bell tomorrow? Or just out for some Starbucks coffee. I miss that shit…” He said with a wink, and scooted just a little bit closer to him on the couch.
Puck thanked the soda and laid back, sighing softly. “I’ll just wait a bit until I’m hungry again. The gas will make the hunger step back until I go to sleep. Works like a charm.”
He looked up at Kurt when he seemed surprised to Puck stealing from Xavier’s office, and he shrugged. “It’s no big deal, dude. His fridge is, like… filled with all kinds of shit. He even had Doritos. Inside the fridge. That guy is insane, I tell you…” Puck smiled back, again scooting closer, and shrugged. “It’s nothing. If I sneak in tomorrow again, I’ll bring you some gummy bears I set my eyes onto. I hope he doesn’t touch ‘em.”
Now, Puck was being nice and all but he didn’t stop being Puck. He cleared his throat and locked his eyes on Kurt. “So, don’t I deserve some kind of price for this? I just fought a dragon to get you chocolate, bro. The least you could do is give me a tiny smooch.” Puck’s smirk was inviting, and he tapped a hand over his own leg, like inviting Kurt to climb on him.