|Hook, Revenge, and Baited
Author: GleekShip PM
Santana wants revenge on Puck. She enlists the help of Kurt in this delicious, sexy plot. Contains SMUTRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Kurt H. & Puck - Chapters: 20 - Words: 23,239 - Reviews: 159 - Favs: 64 - Follows: 121 - Updated: 05-15-13 - Published: 02-15-13 - id: 9015032
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Hook, Revenge, and Baited
Spoilers: Up until Season 2 There will be aspects from each. And Puck and Quinn never slept together, she was never pregnant.
Summary: Santana wants revenge on Puck. She enlists the help of Kurt in this delicious, sexy plot.
Hook, Revenge, and Baited
Kurt's body fills with ice as he watches the boy park.
Shoot. This is not good. This was a bad idea to start with. I should have never-
"Puck." Kurt bolts forward as he sees the mohawked boy turn his truck off. "Jesus, stop."
Kurt keeps his eyes on the boy as he runs towards the truck. Puck hops out of his truck as his eyes lift up to meet Kurt's. Kurt quickly comes to a stop in front of the boy, his mouth gaping open. Puck raises an eyebrow, questioning Kurt.
Kurt takes a second to look the boy over. The boy is wearing his usual grunge look, nothing out of the ordinary. Kurt's eyebrows furrow.
He looks normal. He doesn't look like he doesn't know about the text. Why not?
Kurt goes to open his mouth, but Puck beats him to it. "What are you looking at Hummel?" Kurt blinks blankly at the boy. "Is my zipper hanging open? I mean I know that my cock's jaw-dropping worth monstrous, but I don't-"
"I don't want you to swing my way Puckerman." Kurt scoffs. "And I can suck your cock so easily."
Kurt snaps his mouth shut.
Dang it Puckerman. Why do you always make me say the worst things?
"Wow Hummel." Puck chuckles. "I knew you wanted me."
"I don't-" Kurt shakes his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "I don't want you."
"Then what do you want?" Puck asks as he slams his truck door shut. "I'm usually all for skipping class, but Finn owes me notes in first period." Kurt lets out a shaky breath while thinking of a good excuse as Puck takes a step closer to the boy. "You okay dude? You look like you're thinking too hard. Finn gets that way too." Puck lifts his hand and presses it to Kurt's forehead. "Well you don't feel-"
"I'm fine." Kurt snaps as he slaps away Puck's hand from his face. "I'm allowed to think without it seeming that I'm a Finn-a-like."
"Oh Kurt." Puck sighs as he brings his hand up again to rest on Kurt's shoulder. "No one could ever be Finn. He's a special boy." A grin crosses Puck's face as his voice mocks a baby's. "Yes he is. Yes he is."
"Shut up Puck." Kurt shakes off the hand again.
Puck chuckles and nods in quick defeat. "So what do you have to say?"
"Um . . ." Kurt's eyes dart back and forth. "I was . . . wondering if I . . . could borrow your phone. Yeah." Kurt slowly smiles at the lie. "I was needing to borrow your phone. Mine fell out of my car this morning and cracked."
"Sucks dude." Puck nods with understanding before shaking his head. "But sorry. Mine died yesterday and I left my charger at your place. I'm phoneless for the day."
So he truly doesn't know. Alright then.
"Well then why don't you take the day off?" Kurt quickly asks. "I mean, there's no point in going to class if you can't spend your time texting, right?"
"Right." Puck says slowly before his face squints with confusion. "Sorry Hummel, but you're not making any sense."
"I know." Kurt rushes to say. "But you should just go home. I mean it's a Monday. Can you really tell me that you're going to learn something today?"
Puck narrows his eyes. "Something tells me that you have an idea of what I might learn."
They both look in the direction of a gasp. A group of freshmen girls have just stepped off of the nearby bus and are looking down at their phones with wide eyes. Their eyes dart over to Puck and Kurt and widen a bit more.
"What's on that phone?" Puck asks as he turns back to Kurt. "What gossip does Israel have today?"
"Nothing." Kurt's voice squeaks. "Why would there be-"
"I don't know." Puck quickly side-steps Kurt and makes his way towards the school. "But I will find out."
"Puck . . ." Kurt trails off as he turns around to watch the boy walk towards the school.
Damn. I can't stop him from going in. I can . . . I just have to hope for the best.
"Guess you're not the only fairy left in school." Karofsky sneers as he pushes Kurt into the lockers.
Kurt lets out a shaky breath as he watches the group of jocks make their way down the hallway.
At least Santana said it was some guy from Columbus in the text. Otherwise I'd be dead for being anywhere near Puck.
Kurt lets out a shaky breath before pushing himself away from the set of lockers. He hisses as he feels of jolt of pain shoot through his shoulder.
Dammit. Guess I should go get an ice pack . . . again.
Kurt struggles to keep his face smooth and normal as he makes his way down the hallway, not wanting to even dare show weakness. As per usual, his recent shove into the lockers are ignored by his fellow students.
The looming nurse's office door quickly comes into view. He speeds up his pace until his fingers slid around the spherical handle. A brief smile shows on his face as he lets himself inside.
Miss Bailey comes from around the curtain as soon as she hears the door. Kurt smiles at the older woman who has been treating his bumps and bruises for ages, or so it seems. He usually sees her several times a day and they have created a-
I'd call it a friendship.
The woman smiles at him, but it's a tired smile. "Where now?"
"Shoulder." Kurt answers as he makes his way to the cushioned chair next to her next.
Miss Bailey tsks as she shuffles over to her mini-fridge for an ice-pack. "I still don't see why you don't report them."
"Because both you and I both have before." Kurt sighs as he turns to face her. "It does nothing."
"I know." Kurt can see the from on her face as she turns around with an ice-pack and makes her way towards him. "But we shouldn't stop, Maybe one of these days we'll get a faculty that actually have brains."
Kurt chuckles before looking over to the drawn curtain. "Who else is in here today?"
"Poor boy." Miss Bailey mutters under her breath. "Was cornered this morning. He has to stay here until I can get ahold of his mother."
Kurt frowns as Miss Bailey lets Kurt take his turn at holding the ice pack against his skin. "Hold this for a second. I need to go get more ice from the cafeteria. Will you be fine?"
"Yeah." Kurt quickly nods as his gaze drifts over to the curtain again.
Miss Bailey smiles and nods. "I'll be back in five."
Kurt nods and turns back to look at her as she rushes from the room. Kurt's eyes quickly move back to the curtain.
Whoever he is, he's awfully quiet for someone in pain.
Kurt makes sure the ice pack is comfortably on his shoulder before standing up. He pops his neck before taking the few steps across the room and reaching out for the curtain. He doesn't even think of privacy as he draws the curtain back.
Not much of a cliffhanger, but it can be. Sorry for the delay. School has been catching up with me. Let me know what you think! :)