[Glee] Twisted romance, part 2
Title : Twisted romance
Author : Mokoshna
Pairing : Puck/Kurt
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers : After Journey.
Disclaimer : Fox owns Glee.
Summary : Could it be more cliché than that ? Puck and Kurt, one song at a time.
Word count: 1982
Notes : This chapter is based on Kate Voegele's song 'Playing with my heart'.
Chapter 2 : Playing with my heart
Kurt never ever saw Puck as a potential date. The horror, the infamy of it was too much to handle for his heart. Wasn't it enough that the bully chose him as his number one victim at school? Now he also wanted to harass him at home. His humiliation wasn't complete enough with the little High School Musical episode at his sister's party, apparently.
“What is he doing here?” he pointed at Puck, his eyes wide.
Burt put a hand on Puck's shoulder.
“He's the new part-timer here. Finn recommended him.”
“But why? We're already two with Finn! You don't need any more help!”
“It wouldn't hurt. The work piled up nicely these past weeks and I don't want you to give up all your free time for my sake. You deserve a little break. Besides, the boy said he needed the money to pay for his mother's operation.”
That was obviously a lie. Puck's mother was fine two days ago; surely she didn't develop some horrible illness in this short time.
“Hope we'll work well together,” Puck said with a smirk. Puck wanted to strangle him.
“You can't do this to me.”
“What's the matter, Kurt? You have a problem with Noah?”
Kurt had more than 'a problem' but he couldn't say it out loud, not without worrying Burt. For years he hid his bullying from his father; and now his personal bully stalked him at home under the excuse that he wanted to date him? His life was so fucked up he didn't know where to start. He glared at Puck, wishing he could make him disappear by will. If only he had some kind of superpower, like in those comics Artie liked to read...
“Well,” Burt said, “we don't have time to spare. I have three cars waiting for repairs and a motorcycle on this side. You said you were good with them, right Noah? You could try with this one for starters.”
“I'm on it,” Puck replied.
Kurt sighed. He missed his chance to protest. Well, it wasn't so bad. If anything, Puck and he were almost friends and they have at least Finn between them to appease any ill feeling, so it was good. After a while, Puck would forget he had ever asked him out.
“Son, you show him where's everything?”
Kurt gave him a fake smile.
“Sure. This way, Puck.”
“Puck?” Burt asked.
“Yeah, that's the name everyone at school's calling me.”
“So you two are already friends?”
“You can say that,” Puck chuckled.
“Good. So I'm counting on you, Kurt.”
“Yes, dad.”
Kurt sighed. It would be a very long day, or so it seemed. He let his father go away before speaking to Puck.
“You have anything else to wear besides your shirt? It will be all messy at the end of the day. Any overalls, maybe?”
“Not really. I always went without shirt while cleaning pools. It worked well with my... customers.”
Kurt knew the details of Puck's past 'works' from a conversation he caught between Finn's mother and one of her friends, an ex-employer of his. It wasn't something he needed to know and frankly, he was pretty miffed about it. Another proof he shouldn't trust Puck.
“I'm sure it did, but here my dad won't be impressed if you're covered from head to toe in crass. Go change. He always keeps some spare in his locker, I'll open it for you.”
“Why not giving me one of yours?”
“You're kidding? We don't have the same build. You will tear them off.”
“Pity. I would have liked wearing them, knowing you sweat on them.”
Kurt made a disgusted face.
“Who do you think I am, some kind of barbarian? Of course I wash them once they're dirty! There's no way I'll wear twice in a row overalls I used at work.”
Puck whistled.
“Wow, you're really a neat freak.”
“Sorry for being concerned about my hygiene,” Kurt hissed.
“That's part of your charms. So, where are those overalls?”
Kurt sighed.
“This way.”
Puck followed him through the garage. Was it an illusion or was he checking Kurt out? His eyes roamed over Kurt's body; he licked his lips and smiled sweetly at him. Kurt blushed but didn't say anything. They arrived in front of Burt's locker; Kurt brought out the overalls and gave them to Puck.
“Here,” he said without looking at him. “Try them. My dad's office is over there. You can close the door if you want some privacy.”
“I'm fine here,” Puck said slowly.
He proceeded to change right away, removing his shirt and winking at Kurt at the same time.
“What... what are you doing?”
Kurt gulped. He wasn't reacting at all, no way, no sir. Puck may have had a perfect body and arms so deliciously toned he wanted to taste them, it wasn't a reason to ogle him like some freshman discovering the football team for the first time. He passed the horny stage long ago, didn't he? He was twelve the first time he went to the changing room and had an accidental boner. Fortunately, no one saw him except for a freak from the D&D club who thought he was having some case of bad flu down there. Even now, this guy still thought erections were a bad omen (he also created an entire theory about Mick Jagger being some monster named Juggernaut. It was really a fascinating story, if not a little far-fetched).
God, he was rambling, wasn't he? Puck winked at him. Again.
“Like what you see?”
“What?”
“You were eating me with your eyes, babe.”
Kurt looked at Burt; fortunately, his father was too busy working on the other side of the garage to notice. His hands were sweating; not a good thing. He was nervous and his skin would surely suffer from this later.
“You're delusional,” he blurted. “I'm just making sure you're not doing anything funny with my dad's clothes.”
“Sure,” Puck said with a smile.
Damn. It was a pretty good smile, the kind that made you want to trust the person who flashed it. Puck didn't practice with Finn, did he? Because as far as smiles went, Finn's were the absolute best, but here Puck's were beginning to come to a close fourth (the second being Mercedes' and the third Mr Schuester's, although the order wasn't always the same for those two. But Finn's were always first, and he was rambling again, wasn't he?)
“Why are you here?” he asked suddenly. “You don't need the money, right?”
“Sure I do. I always need money.”
“But you don't have to come here, right? I'm sure those ladies paid you very well. You can also make a career in the sex business if you want to. Think about it: you'll be paid to have sex, all the time. So you don't need to come in a garage working five hours a day for minimal wage.”
Puck shrugged.
“I like the idea of working here. It's a man's work and your dad's cool, so that's fine. I can always try the sex industry when I'm eighteen.”
Kurt blinked.
“Oh. So you don't want to be arrested. That's good, I guess.”
“And I get to be near you, babe.”
“Hum... thanks? It's good to have a friend nearby?”
“We're more than friends, in our case.”
“What?”
Puck looked around, then he leaned on Kurt when he saw Burt was out talking to a client. His breath tickled Kurt's ear, making him shiver.
“Don't think you can run from me, babe. I'm here for the summer and I want to savor every minute I'm alone with you.”
Kurt was locked between the wall and Puck's half-nude body. Not a bad place to be but his father was five feet away and could come back anytime soon.
“You know my dad will skin you alive if he ever discover what you're trying to do, right?”
“I thought he knew you were gay?”
“He does, but he's also old-fashioned in his own way. For him, having a gay son is like having a daughter. He'll freak out if he finds out you're flirting with me.”
“So we just have to be extra careful.”
“You're really the worst,” Kurt sighed. “You know, it's not too late to back down. Maybe you lost a bet or wanted to prove something or whatever crazy idea you have, but do yourself a favor and forget it. There's a song about this, you know. I won't sing it because it would attract my dad's attention but you know the drill. You're playing with my heart and I don't like it.”
Puck frowned. He seemed upset for a reason.
“I'm not! I'm perfectly serious! Why don't anyone believe me?”
“Because the last time you were 'serious', you cheated on the girl you got pregnant. And after you promised you'd be a good man for her, remember? So no, I don't trust you and I don't intend to be 'serious' with you, ever. What did you think I was, the 'desperate enough to want any cock' gay guy of the week? We're not in a stupid drama and I won't fall for the likes of you!”
Puck finally let him go. Kurt sighed. He felt a little better but he was sure Puck would make him pay for his outburst. Oh well, it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. It was good seeing him speechless for a change.
“What, you have nothing to say because it's the truth, right?”
Anytime soon, Puck would punch him and he would have to put on make-up for the rest of the week to cover it. It was fine, really. At least, he gave Puck a piece of his mind. It was more than he ever wished for in all those years he had to put up with his bullying.
It didn't came. Instead, Puck just stared at him with a blank look on his face.
“Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go help my dad with his customer. Good luck with the work.”
He managed to slip past Puck with ease. Burt eyed him funnily when he came near him but Kurt was calm enough to give him an encouraging smile.
“I showed Puck everything,” he said. “He seems fine enough for the work, dad.”
“Good,” Burt said, but he didn't seem so sure about it. Kurt ignored his questioning look.
“So, Mr Garrison,” he said to their customer, “what are you here for?”
On the other side of the garage, Puck punched Burt's locker, leaving a dent in the door. Burt wanted to shout at him but Kurt stopped him before he could open his mouth.
“That's okay, dad. He's just upset because I said something about a school project he forgot. He will be fine.”
“The boy has a temper, huh?” Mr Garrison said. “Reminds me of my nephew. He cannot talk to his parents without making a fuss about everything they say. This one's not in his rebellious age, is he?”
“He's rebellious all right, but that's fine, I don't mind. It will come to pass.”
Mr Garrison nodded.
“You're awfully mature for your age, huh? Good for you, Burt. You'll be fine with that boy.”
Burt smiled proudly.
“Yeah.”
Kurt felt so happy about his father's simple answer he forgot all about Puck.
Mr Garrison was right: he would be fine.