Okay, here it is. Short, sweet, and to the point. For all those people who wanted something slutty to happen between Kurt and Puck, this is where it's at. If you don't want to read anything about the impure acts that will go on, just skip over the bolded part :) Thank you so much for all your reading and reviewing. More from my notebooks soon! Stay tuned, my darlings, my gleeks :) Love, Camille 3
It was Monday morning and Puck knew any second that damned alarm would go off. He closed his eyes as it buzzed softly underneath the pillow. Kurt rolled over and whispered sleepily, "I'll see you in a couple hours."
Puck sighed and got up and got dressed like he'd done every morning since they'd gotten back from the field trip. Except today was the first day back to school after winter break. Puck was extremely nervous about going back to school. So nervous, he almost forgot to kiss Kurt goodbye before he left.
"Hey." Kurt said quietly, "Forget something?"
Puck smiled and went to Kurt's side of his bed. He leaned down and kissed Kurt, who was already drifting off to sleep again. Kurt smiled, his eyes closed, "Oh Noah. You're nervous. Relax, darling, you're going to be fine."
Puck breathed out, "Okay. I'll pick you up in two hours."
"Bye my dear." Kurt whispered. Puck kissed him again then set off to crawl through Kurt's small, one and only window. Kurt's dad didn't know about these nightly sleepovers. If he did, he'd probably kick Puck's ass across Ohio and back. But they hadn't done anything bad yet. Yet. Two hours later, after Puck had walked home, snuck back into his room, and gotten ready, he was driving back to Kurt's house.
He parked his car and came to the door. Kurt told him that he didn't have to, but he figured it would earn him bonus points with Kurt's dad. Kurt's dad answered the door and Puck gave him his best good boy smile. "Hi Mr. Hummel, I'm here to pick up Kurt for school."
"Yea, he's…almost ready." Kurt's dad barely got to finish before Kurt ran to the doorway.
"Noah, let's go." Kurt said, running out the door to the car, "Love you Dad."
Kurt's dad sighed and sort of smirked, "He's your problem now."
Puck smiled. It was the first time Kurt's dad had smiled at him. "Thank you, sir. See you after school."
"Bye Puck." Kurt's dad said as he walked back to his car, where Kurt was waiting for him.
Kurt kissed his cheek as he started the car. "I told you you didn't have to come to the door."
"Your dad smiled at me." He said as he drove them to school, "That makes me feel a little better."
Kurt put his sunglasses, "Why are you so nervous?"
"Because I'm supposed to be like, this stud, not a fag," Puck said, "I mean, I didn't mean-"
"I know what you meant." Kurt said, "You can't let people define you. You define yourself. You can be a stud and have a boyfriend. It's entirely up to what you think of yourself."
"Yea I guess, but still…" Puck sighed as they pulled into the student parking lot.
Kurt looked at the clock, then the near empty parking lot. "Park near the back."
"What?" Puck said, looking at him.
Kurt pointed to the very back corner. "Park back there, Noah."
The way Kurt said Noah made shivers roll down his spine. He did as told and parked where Kurt had told him too. He looked at Kurt, who was taking off his sunglasses and pink Wicked sweatshirt. "Get in the back."
Puck looked at him. Kurt gave him a serious look, "Get in the back, please."
Puck climbed in the back and sat down. Kurt climbed back after him. He sat on Puck's lap for a bit, kissing down Puck's neck. He reached down and unbuttoned Puck's jeans, somehow managing to pull them down to Puck's knees. He rubbed his hands up and down Puck's thighs. Puck breathed heavily, "Kurt, you don't have to-"
"Noah," Kurt whispered in his ear, his small hands inching up to the waistband of Puck's boxers, "I'm going to do this, and you're going to like it."
Puck hissed between his clenched teeth. He was a little embarrassed at how hard he was for Kurt, but it was something he was going to get used to. Kurt pulled the boxers down quickly. He kissed Puck, tracing a finger up Puck's dick. Puck grabbed the edge of the seat and whispered profanities. Kurt pulled away from Puck's face, leaned down, and replaced his finger with his tongue. Puck threw his head back and tried as hard as he could to control himself. Kurt continued massaging up Puck's thighs as he did his best to swirl his tongue around his cock. He dragged his nails lightly over Puck's tanned skin as he felt the pressure building up in Puck's member. Puck groaned, "Shit, I'm gonna-"
Kurt's mouth was filled with white liquid as Puck shuddered into his mouth. Kurt waited for Puck to ride out the orgasm, the pulled away. He swallowed it down, grimacing a little at the new taste. He sat up, blinking innocently, "Was that good?"
Puck took a second to breath, before pulling his pants up and kissing Kurt. Kurt smiled. He climbed to the front seat and pulled on his pink Wicked sweatshirt and sunglasses. He looked back at Puck, "Well, you're coming aren't you? You have to walk me to first period. Come, we're going to be late."
Puck got out of the car and gathered his stuff. Kurt took his hand and he smiled, "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted you to feel good." Kurt looked towards the school. "Now you feel good, I feel good, and who gives a damn about anyone else."
Puck stopped him and kissed him. He heard people in front of the school talking and staring at them, but he didn't care. He pulled away, "Okay. I'm ready."
They walked into the front of the school. Awaiting their arrival, Karoffsky and some of the other big bad jocks were circled around them. Kurt's confident façade cracked, and he huddled closer to Puck. Puck saw they had scared Kurt, and he got pissed.
"Hey faggots-" Karoffsky started to say.
"Touch either of us and I swear to God, I'll kill you with my bare hands." Puck growled, "Go on, try me."
Puck and Karoffsky glared at each other. Kurt waited for a slushie bombardment, but surprisingly, it didn't come. Karoffsky backed down, letting them pass by slushie-free. Kurt felt the adrenaline and power pulsing through his veins. He smiled up at Puck, "We are gonna rule this school."