|It's All Your Fault
Author: Puckurt-VS-Kurtofsky PM
Puck wakes up to a noise downstairs and gets more then he bargined for when he goes to check it out. When school starts everything changes when the straight as can be badass can't take his eyes off Lima's resident gay kid. AU. SLASH. PUCKURT.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Kurt H. & Puck - Chapters: 6 - Words: 13,658 - Reviews: 69 - Favs: 64 - Follows: 179 - Updated: 12-13-11 - Published: 09-20-11 - id: 7399364
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
I have no idea what happened with this chapter. At first I just wanted a short and sweet bonding chapter. I have no idea where all of this shit came from. I started typing and honestly just couldn't stop. I spent two hours straight typing this chapter and I wouldn't change a thing. Enjoy!
Puck stands at the end of Kurt's bed and watches the smaller boy sleep. He's knows it's sort of creepy and he's always made fun of those vampire movies when they do it but now that he is one and sees the appeal of watching the one your meant to be with sleep.
You get to see things that you've never noticed before. Puck can see now that Kurt's hair is actually a lighter blonde then most people can tell. Kurt is actually taller than he looks as well. He's always wearing those long ass shirts and they make him look short when really he's just about Puck's height.
Puck himself has never noticed any of this before either but now that he's a vampire everything is more defined and not many details slip past him anymore. He's seeing things about people that he so wishes he couldn't.
Puck walks over to the side of Kurt's bed and stands over his head for a few moments. He still can't get over the fact that this gorgeous pale boy is all his. He's not sure how Kurt will feel about being mated or whatever it is to him but he's willing to spend a long time trying to convince Kurt that he's worth it.
Puck's been thinking a lot about it since he got home from school earlier that day. He went straight to his room, flopped down on his bed and spent the entire time thinking. He's never put that much thought into anything but his History.
Puck realized that he was tired of running around and chasing every girl he could think of. He's tired of not having real relationships. Don't get him wrong, the sex was always usually pretty good but there was no connection. Call him a girl if you like but he would actually like his sex to mean something every once and a while.
The only relationship Puck has ever been in was when he dated Brittany and that didn't last very long because he realized that Brittany wanted nothing more than sex from him and he didn't like that. Brittany is like a little child. She's too innocent to take advantage of. Every time Puck looks at her he sees his little sister and wants to protect her not fuck her.
Puck gets into a kneeling position beside the bed bringing his face closer to Kurt's. He's close enough now to feel Kurt's exhale breath on his face. He shudders, thinking about other types of exhales that could be breathed in his face.
Did he mention the extra over active imagination too?
Puck can feel his fangs lengthen when he breathes in the fresh scent of Kurt's blood pumping through his veins. Puck turns his eyes to Kurt's neck and concentrates.
After a few seconds Puck's eyes shift and he can suddenly see the throbbing in Kurt's neck right where the thick vein in his neck is. Every time Kurt breathes in his vein throbs and pulses and Puck gets a fresh whiff of his scent.
Puck salivates and quickly licks his lips before he starts drooling. Puck wants nothing more than to sink his fangs into Kurt's neck now and take his life's offering but Kurt's head is bent at the wrong angle and if he tries to bite him now Kurt would probably wake up in an instant.
Puck's not sure how to get Kurt's head to turn without having to wake up the smaller boy. He continues to kneel beside the sleeping boy and thinks about it. A thought occurs to him but he's not sure if it will work. Only one way to find out. He thinks with a shrug.
Puck clears his mind, takes a deep breath and leans closer to Kurt's ear. He exhales slowly, feeling the smaller boy shiver in his sleep and smiles. "Tint your neck upwards Kurt." He commands in a whisper.
Kurt makes a whimpering noise in his sleep and before Puck can think about why Kurt is tilting his head back and baring his neck for Puck.
The vein in Kurt's neck is bared for him. He can't believe it worked. I can't believe it worked.
Puck's fangs seem to pulse with the rhythm of Kurt's veins. A heavy thickness seems to fill the air around Puck and Kurt. Puck's eyes seem to cross and something inside of him snaps.
He lunges forward before he can stop himself and sinks his teeth into Kurt's neck. His vein just seems to burst open and his sweet blood fills Puck's mouth.
Puck moans against Kurt's neck and starts greedily sucking the blood down his throat. Puck can feel some of Kurt's blood dribbling down his chin and just knows its landing back on Kurt's pale neck. That thought seems to arouse both Puck and his hunger for Kurt's blood.
Knowing that he's marking Kurt with both his teeth and Kurt's own blood makes Puck's entire body shudder and something to shift inside him. He closes his eyes and breathes in Kurt's scent as he sucks more blood into his mouth and swallows.
Not really knowing it but Puck is sucking part of Kurt's soul into his own body and every time he exhales he breathes part of his own soul into Kurt. This is how the bonding works. You give part of yourself to your mate while you take a part of them. This process makes sure that no matter where the two mates are in the world they can always find each other by searching for themselves.
When Puck feels the shifting inside of him settle down he pulls back from Kurt's neck with a gasp. His fangs retreat instantly and he quickly moves forward to lick Kurt's neck and close the wounds.
He sits back on the heels of his feet and watches Kurt for a few seconds without moving. Kurt is still fast asleep. The smaller boy hasn't even shifted throughout everything.
Puck studies the blood that's still on Kurt's neck. There are two thin lines of blood that have run down his neck and then there are little dots of blood here and there that must have fallen from Puck's chin. Kurt kind of looks like those victims in vampire movies only a hell of a lot more erotic and arousing.
Suddenly Kurt shifts and moves so he's lying on his back. He's not wearing a shirt so the drops of blood follow his body and begin to slide down his chest. Puck groans at the sight and can't stop from leaning forward and licking the drops of blood away.
Kurt moans in his sleep and arches his chest towards Puck. Puck wants nothing more than to latch onto one of Kurt's nipples and suck them raw. He knows he can't do this because Kurt will wake up and freak out.
Once every trace of blood is licked from Kurt's body Puck steps back and takes a few deep breaths. The hunger in his stomach is gone but it's been replaced by arousal.
Puck breathes in Kurt's scent deeply before giving the boy one last lingering look before turning and quickly making his way out of his out through the window.
As soon as his feet hit the ground he's running with all of his might back to his house. He hates the thought of being away from Kurt but he knows that Kurt isn't ready to know what Puck is and who he is to them both. Kurt is a practical and romantic man. He wants to be wooed and chased.
If only Puck really knew the truth about Kurt.
Back in Kurt's bedroom and the smaller boy begins to toss and turn. Smaller whimpers and sighs leaving his lips.
Kurt squeaks as he trips over another log in his path. He catches himself, hands sinking into the muddy earth beneath him. he pulls his hands back and notices blood welling in the palm of his left hand.
He drags himself to a standing position and then whimpers when the pain in his hand registers in his head. The sting of the slice making his eyes water and his fingers throb. He winces when he tries to flex his fingers or make a loose fist.
With another sigh Kurt continues, more slowly, on his journey through the dark woods. A steady sprinkle hitting him everywhere and the sounds echoing off of the tree and leaves.
Kurt has no idea where he is, not anymore anyway. All he knows is that he's in a forest and it's hot and raining. His hair sticks to his forehead from the humidity and his clothes cling to his body from the sweat.
Ha was chasing someone a while ago but he lost them not even five minutes after entering the forest. The person was tall, skinny yet petite. Kurt knows it's a girl but he never got to see her face.
When the path under Kurt's feet starts to clear out he begins running again. The rain has gotten faster and harder and Kurt keeps blinking to keep the rain from flowing into his eyes and blinding him. The noises around him have gotten louder and he winces before covering his ears. He trips again and lands on his knees this time. Instead of getting up he squeezes his eyes shut and covers his head. The volume of the noise has gone up and he feels as if his head is going to explode.
Kurt waits a few more beats before slowly unclenching his eyes, uncovering his ears, and sitting up a little straighter.
He's no longer in the forest and it's no longer dark. A sunrise is directly in front of him and Kurt is now kneeling on soft grass of a flower field. Small purple, yellow and pink follows surround him. He timidly reaches out his hand and runs a finger along the petal of one of the flowers. It's soft and feels very real.
A shadow falls over Kurt's body and he looks up. He has to shield his eyes with his hand but even then he still can't see who it is. A tan and rough hand reaches down in front of his face and opens, holding the palm facing him in a gesture to help him up.
Kurt tentatively reaches out and grasps the hand. As soon as his skin makes contact with the hand he gasps and lets the stranger pull him up.
"Noah." Both his dream self and his sleeping form whisper.
Puck, who has just reached the front door of his house, stops and turns around. He could have sworn he heard his first name being called. He has no idea where it came from though. It sounded like someone had whispered it into his ear but no one is behind him or in front of him.
He holds himself still and listens again for the whisper.
"Noah." Both of Kurt forms whisper again.
Kurt stares into the face of the boy who made his vision on things change. Even though Kurt knows that the boy in front of his is still Puck he can now see Noah there too. Noah has always been there Puck just never let anyone see him.
"Why me?" he can't help but ask.
Noah's brows furrows and stares at Kurt confused. "I don't know what you mean." He admits.
"Why are you showing me Noah when everyone else has only ever seen Puck? Why am I so special?" he demands.
Noah chuckles and brushes the wetness from Kurt's cheeks. Kurt hadn't even noticed he'd been crying while he was running through the forest.
"Trust me Kurt, there is still a lot you don't know about me yet." He says.
Now it's Kurt turn to be confused. "If that's true then why are you risking showing me?"
Noah sighs. "I can't tell you just yet. I have to know for sure that you are ready to know the truth before I tell you. If I tell you before you are ready to know then everything could turn to shit before it even starts."
Kurt nods even though he doesn't understand any of what Noah just told him. "Fine. I don't like it but I will wait until you are ready to tell me what it is you need to tell me." Kurt pauses for a few seconds, biting his lips and shooting Noah looks.
"What is it Kurt?" Noah asks.
Kurt sighs. "Will I get to continue seeing Noah until then? I really do like him."
Noah smiles and drags Kurt closer to him. He lays Kurt's head against his chest and just breaths for a few minutes. "I promise that when we are alone and in your dreams I will always and only be Noah. How does that sound?" he finally says.
Kurt nods against Noah's chest and finally smiles. "I would like that." He says.
Kurt slowly blinks his eyes open and yawns. His head is resting against the pillow just like it was against Noah's chest in his dream. He has no idea what any of it meant and he's already forgetting some of it.
Kurt turns his head and his eyes find his bedroom window. His brow furrows when he notices that the window is open slightly and Kurt can hear the rain from where he lies on the bed.
Kurt blinks but the rain and the fact that it's still dark out is already lulling him back to sleep. Kurt fights it for a few seconds but finally sighs and drifts back to sleep.
This time dreamless.
Puck gasps and collapses onto the wet sidewalk under him. He has no idea what just happened but he does believe that he was just sucked into Kurt dream and that his own dream self was actually him for a few seconds. Everything he thought of sawing to Kurt came out of his dream guys mouth.
He's not sure how that's possible but it clearly is now that Puck has drunk some of Kurt's blood and started the bond between the two of them.
"That's it." Puck gasps. "I can get Kurt ready for the truth through his dreams. If I can enter his dreams with him then I should be able to control what my dream self says. I can tell Kurt things and help him see the truth." He says to himself.
As the rain and the wet sidewalk seep into Puck's jeans he hauls himself up and sneaks into the house and to his room. He doesn't sleep much anymore but he does some so strips naked and crawls into bed, closing his eyes and hoping to dream of Kurt like Kurt dreamed of him.