A Civil Conversation

Author: GleekShip

Spoilers: Season 2

Summary: Kurt finds an indirect way into Noah Puckerman's life.

Pairings: Kurt/Puck

A Civil Conversation

"Stupid . . . idiotic . . . stupid . . . Finn." Kurt mumbles to himself as he rushed out of McKinley High, phone attached to his ear. "Pick up."


"Dad. It's me." Kurt says as he crosses the parking lot.

"Kurt. Where are you? You're shift started twenty minutes ago." His dad scolds him.

Kurt sighs as he drags his keys out. "Sorry dad. I was waiting for Finn, but he never showed."

"Where is he?"

"Well after dragging myself around the school, I found out that Coach Beiste called an emergency football meet which Finn neglected to text me about." Kurt fumes.

He hears his dad sigh on the other end of the phone. "Just hurry up. You can get Finn when he gets out later on."

"Thanks dad. See you in a bit."

"Love you son."

"Love you too." Kurt said as he hangs up his phone and slips into his car.

Just as Kurt starts his car, he hears a clap of thunder. He jumps in his seat as his vision is suddenly filled a field of rain.

"Great." He says sarcastically as he puts his car into drive. "Starts off as a great day, which means an easy day in the shop. Now it's raining. So muddy cars." Kurt mutters to himself. "What next God? You gonna smite me? Kill Marc Jacobs. This day can't get any worse." Kurt looks out his window and curses to the sky.

He growls as he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"Let's see if Mother Monster can help." He mutters as he switches his iPod on.


Caught in a bad romance


Caught in a bad romance




Want your bad romance

Kurt growls at the song as he turned his I-Pod off.

"Geez! I swear your really messing with me today God." Kurt snaps as he looks towards the roof of the car.

Kurt sighs as he looks out the window.

Why me? Why today of all days? I already got two slushie facials on top of this mornings dumpster dive. Oh God. Tomorrow's dumpster dive is going to be straight into a pile of wet garbage.

Kurt shivers at the thought.

And to add-on, Rachel got another solo that at least Mercedes and I deserved. And to top it all off, I still have to work, while it's raining.

Kurt groans as he slumps in his seat.

He sits up suddenly as he sees a small figure on the side of the road.

She can't be more than ten.

Kurt slows down the car as he reaches the girl. He rolls down the passenger window as he stops by the girl. The girl turns to look at him.

Kurt whimpers as he takes in her appearance. She's wearing a pair of springtime shorts with a simple blue t-shirt on.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asks.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." She says, her voice barely audible over the rain.

"Well that's very good. But it's raining outside. Can I take you anywhere?"

"You're a stranger." She insists.

Kurt smiles at her. "My name is Kurt Hummel. I go to the high school."

She smiles wide and approaches the car.

"I know you. You sang with the Nude Erections at that competition. You have a really pretty voice." She says happily.

Kurt chuckles. "Thank you. And it was the New Directions."

"Not according to my brother." She states proudly.

"Who's your brother? Does he go to the high school?" Kurt asks.


"Who is he?"

"No-no." She answers.

Kurt cocks his head slightly.


"I guess I don't know him." Kurt tells her.

She just shrugs.

"Anyways, can I give you a ride home?" Kurt asks again.

She nods. "Sure." She opens the door and hops in while Kurt rolls up the window. She turns to him once he starts driving. "I'm really glad you're not a stranger. I would have hated to walk all the way back home in that storm. I'm Sarah by the way."

"Nice to meet you." Kurt chuckles softly. "So . . . where am I going?"

She quickly gives him directions.

"So do you like Lady Gaga?" Kurt asks on a whim.

She nods excitedly. "Only this much." She stretches her arms out as far as they can go.

Kurt chuckles as he starts his I-Pod up.




Want your bad romance

I want your ugly

I want your disease

I want your everything

As long as it's free

I want your love

(Love-love-love I want your love)

I want your drama

The touch of your hand

I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand

I want your love


I want your love

(Love-love-love I want your love)

You know that I want you

And you know that I need you

I want it bad, your bad romance

"Come on. It was getting to the good part." Sarah complains as Kurt turns the I-Pod off.

"Well we're at your house." Kurt says as he pulls into the driveway of a small, two-story house, alone on the one-way street.

"Fine. But you totally owe me another song." She states.

Kurt smirks. "Yes ma'am."

She quickly jumps out of the car once he parks. He turns off the car and takes off after her.

She opens the front door and lets Kurt in first. She locks it behind them.

"Is your mother home?" Kurt asks as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the house.

Sarah goes to the light switch and flips it on. The light doesn't come on.

"Dang it. Stupid storm." She then looks to Kurt. "No. She's still at work."

"Oh." Was all Kurt could stay.

Sarah stands in front of him. "Can you . . . can you stay with me until my brother gets home?"

"Sure." Kurt answers with a smile. "Do you know your mother's cell number so I can call her?"

She quickly gave him the numbers before crossing the room to some candles. She flips out a lighter and lights the candles, emitting a light glow to the room.

"Are you sure you should have a lighter?" Kurt asks.

"Yeah. Whenever there's a storm, our power goes out. Candle-light only." She looks to the kitchen. "Be back soon. I want a sandwich."

Kurt chuckles as she races past him. He looks to the small living room. Only one couch, an armchair, a small TV and a few book cases with books.

Kinda small.

He looks at the number entered in his phone. He quickly presses send and holds the phone up to his ear.

"Hello, this is Gina. How may I help you?" A woman's voice answers.

"Umm . . . hello, my name is Kurt Hummel and I-" She cuts him off.

"Hummel? Are you Burt's kid?" She asks.


"That's great. Burt and I were old friends from high school. How is he?"

"Good. Getting better by the day." Kurt tells her.

"That's good. Now I'm assuming you're not calling about him." She figures out.

Kurt chuckles nervously. "No. Actually. I'm calling about your daughter."

"Sarah? What's wrong?" She sounds worried.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong?"

"Then why are you calling about her."

Kurt sighs. "I was driving home from school and I came across your daughter walking home in the rain. So I gave her a ride back to your place. I hope that's alright." Kurt bites his lip.

"That's fine. I'm just confused. Where's Noah?" She asks.

"Noah? I have no idea."

"I'm going to kill him." Kurt hears her mutter.

Kurt chuckles softly. "Anyways, Sarah asked if I could stay here until . . . Noah gets home. I just wanted to call you and let you know that I was here, and to see if I could stay with her."

Gina laughs. "Of course Kurt. That would be fine. Just make sure you call your parents and let them know so you don't get in trouble."

"Will do." Kurt agrees.

"Well I should be home in about twenty minutes. Would you like to stay for dinner?" She asks.

"No. I wouldn't want to intr-"

"I insists. If it wasn't for you, Sarah would probably be sick. Please stay?" She asks.

Kurt sighs. "Alright."

"Good. I'll see you soon then sweetie."

"Kurt smiles. "Bye."

I haven't been called sweetie since mom.

He looks into the kitchen. Sarah is sitting comfortably in a kitchen chair. A candle lit in front of her and a half-eaten sandwich in her hands.

He hits the speed-dial button and puts the phone to his ear.


"Yeah dad." Kurt answers quietly.

"Where are you? You should have been here five minutes ago." His dad sounds angry.

Kurt sighs into the phone. "I'm sorry dad, but something came up. I have to stay at a friend's house. It's an emergency."

His dads tone softens. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah dad. I just have to be here." Kurt insists.

His dad lets out a deep breath into the phone. "Alright. I got your shift covered, but your doubling this weekend."

"Deal." Kurt agrees quickly.

"Alright. Call me when you're heading home."

"Will do dad. Love you. Bye." Kurt snaps his phone shut.

Sarah waltz's into the room. "So Kurt. What should we do until No-no gets home?"

"Hmm?" He kneels down in front of her. "I do owe you a song." She grins wide. "What song would you like me to sing?"

She opens her mouth with excitement. "I got the most perfect song ever. Beyonce. If I Were A Boy."

Kurt raises his eyebrows. "Wow. That's a big song. I don't know if I can sing that."

"You were on the Nude Erections-"

"New Directions."

"So I know you can sing the song." She continues on. "Or at least try to. For me. Please." Her lips pout and Kurt's caught.

"Fine. Give me a sec." Kurt takes a deep breath.

If I were a boy

Even just for a day

I'd roll outta bed in the morning

And throw on what I wanted then go

Drink beer with the guys

And chase after girls

I'd kick it with who I wanted

And I'd never get confronted for it.

Cause they'd stick up for me.

Sarah smiles real wide as Kurt takes a deep breath.

If I were a boy

I think I could understand

How it feels to love a girl

I swear I'd be a better man.

I'd listen to her

Cause I know how it hurts

When you lose the one you wanted

Cause he's taken you for granted

And everything you had got destroyed

Kurt stopped singing.

"Come on Kurt." She begs. "Sing some more."

Kurt shakes his head. "I haven't had my vocal exercises yet. And that is a really tough song to sing."

Sarah nods in defeat. "Fine. What about-"

She cut off as the door is unlocked and open. Kurt's eyes widen as he takes in Sarah's brother.

"Hummel. What the hell are you doing here?" Puck declares.

So this is my newest story. I think this is different from the others because it's more drawn out. So let me know what you think with a nice long review.