A Very Hummel Christmas.
Author: emocezi
Title: A Very Hummel Christmas
Rating: Hmmm, I suppose pg-13. Just to be safe.
Wordcount: 765
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I had a bit of a plot bunny attack me. This is just a little oneshot about Kurt coming home for Christmas with a friend in tow.
I really want to apologize on the delay for my next actual chapter. I've got a bit of writer's block going on but I'm trying to power through.
“My father can be a little over bearing at times, but he's got a good heart.” Kurt spoke, scanning the board for flight times. “I told him you weren't going home and he told me to bring you back.”
“Wow. I'm still a little nervous about this.” Melissa gushed. She had met Kurt at college the year before, and ended up rooming with him this year. The two had become inseparable as a result, though the pale boy still seemed to have a tonne of secrets. “But I’ll finally get to meet your boyfriend.”
“That should be entertaining.” The drama major said with a sly smile. He hadn't shared anything about Puck with anyone at school. His boyfriend was his own; those stolen weekends back home were only his.
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The trip from New York to Lima wasn't long as it was tiring. Three layovers, one going all the way up into Canada. As a result, Kurt and Melissa drove into the tiny town of Lima at one in the morning.
The blonde stared up at the large house, over decorated in lights with awe. She knew Kurt came from money, but this was ridiculous. The porch light was left on, and when they got inside the house Kurt shut it off.
“Just leave all the bags down here; we'll deal with them in the morning.” Kurt had said, showing Melissa where her room was upstairs, then had wandered down to the basement to his own, leaving the blonde to fall into the queen sized bed and sleep.
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Melissa awoke to the smell of bacon. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, blinking at the bedroom she'd ignored the night before. It was amazing, and she couldn't imagine why Kurt would've left this for anything in New York.
Grabbing a change of clothes she wandered downstairs. There was a man sitting at the table, a coffee cup in one hand, today's paper in the other. That must be Mr. Hummel she concluded, turning her attention to the man at the stove. Kurt hadn't said anything about a brother, so this must have been his boyfriend...but he didn't look anything like a 'Noah', so she was probably mistaken.
“Hi there. I'm Missy.” She fluttered her eyelashes, wondering at the smirk Mr. Hummel hid with his coffee. The man at the stove turned to look at her. His face was amazing, like he'd been carved from stone. His eyes, an amazing green that seemed to glow, mesmerized her.
“Puck.” He stated, turning back to the stove. Huh, so this wasn't 'Noah', perfect.
“Need any help with breakfast?” She stepped closer, shoulder brushing Puck's bare one. Honestly, the man was a GOD. Walking around without a shirt on with a body like that.
“You can set the table Missy.” The blonde turned to see Kurt standing there, amusement ripe on his face. “And stop flirting with my man.”
“Wait...what?” Missy looked from Kurt to Puck, the latter still messing with the stove.
“You heard me. I know you've got a habit of sleeping with everything that moves, but this one is mine.” Missy raised an eyebrow at Kurt; the kid had to be joking. From how he described his boyfriend, she'd always imagined some tall, buff guy with a mohawk. One who went to coffee shops and wore fashionable jackets. But the man at the stove looked so far from her made up version of 'Noah' that she'd refused to believe that someone like that could be gay.
“But....”
“But?”
“You said your boyfriend was Noah, he says his name is Puck.” Missy crossed her arms and pouted, refusing to believe this amazing man wasn't available for a Christmas fling.
“My name is Noah.” Puck said with a grin. “Hummel there is the only one who’s ever called me by it though. Everyone else calls me Puck.”
“Not everyone calls you Puck... Mohawk.” Burt spoke up from the table.
“Whatever, old man.” The two sneered at each other.
“So....you're Kurt's...boyfriend?”
“Have a problem with that?” Puck's voice was cold now, and Missy shook her head.
“No...no. I just...didn't think you'd be like...this.”
“She means hot.” Kurt spoke up, wandering over to slide his arms around Puck's neck, tugging the former jock down for a smacking kiss. “Mmmmm, and you are hot.”
“How about you stop sucking face with the idiot, and let's get breakfast sorted out.” Burt sneered, though Melissa was surprised to hear the humor and happiness in his voice. Puck pulled Kurt back in for another kiss, one hand reaching up to flip Burt off, the other sliding down Kurt's back to grope the pale boy who snickered into the kiss.
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Title: A Very Hummel Christmas
Rating: Hmmm, I suppose pg-13. Just to be safe.
Wordcount: 765
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I had a bit of a plot bunny attack me. This is just a little oneshot about Kurt coming home for Christmas with a friend in tow.
I really want to apologize on the delay for my next actual chapter. I've got a bit of writer's block going on but I'm trying to power through.
“My father can be a little over bearing at times, but he's got a good heart.” Kurt spoke, scanning the board for flight times. “I told him you weren't going home and he told me to bring you back.”
“Wow. I'm still a little nervous about this.” Melissa gushed. She had met Kurt at college the year before, and ended up rooming with him this year. The two had become inseparable as a result, though the pale boy still seemed to have a tonne of secrets. “But I’ll finally get to meet your boyfriend.”
“That should be entertaining.” The drama major said with a sly smile. He hadn't shared anything about Puck with anyone at school. His boyfriend was his own; those stolen weekends back home were only his.
XxX XxX
The trip from New York to Lima wasn't long as it was tiring. Three layovers, one going all the way up into Canada. As a result, Kurt and Melissa drove into the tiny town of Lima at one in the morning.
The blonde stared up at the large house, over decorated in lights with awe. She knew Kurt came from money, but this was ridiculous. The porch light was left on, and when they got inside the house Kurt shut it off.
“Just leave all the bags down here; we'll deal with them in the morning.” Kurt had said, showing Melissa where her room was upstairs, then had wandered down to the basement to his own, leaving the blonde to fall into the queen sized bed and sleep.
XxX XxX
Melissa awoke to the smell of bacon. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, blinking at the bedroom she'd ignored the night before. It was amazing, and she couldn't imagine why Kurt would've left this for anything in New York.
Grabbing a change of clothes she wandered downstairs. There was a man sitting at the table, a coffee cup in one hand, today's paper in the other. That must be Mr. Hummel she concluded, turning her attention to the man at the stove. Kurt hadn't said anything about a brother, so this must have been his boyfriend...but he didn't look anything like a 'Noah', so she was probably mistaken.
“Hi there. I'm Missy.” She fluttered her eyelashes, wondering at the smirk Mr. Hummel hid with his coffee. The man at the stove turned to look at her. His face was amazing, like he'd been carved from stone. His eyes, an amazing green that seemed to glow, mesmerized her.
“Puck.” He stated, turning back to the stove. Huh, so this wasn't 'Noah', perfect.
“Need any help with breakfast?” She stepped closer, shoulder brushing Puck's bare one. Honestly, the man was a GOD. Walking around without a shirt on with a body like that.
“You can set the table Missy.” The blonde turned to see Kurt standing there, amusement ripe on his face. “And stop flirting with my man.”
“Wait...what?” Missy looked from Kurt to Puck, the latter still messing with the stove.
“You heard me. I know you've got a habit of sleeping with everything that moves, but this one is mine.” Missy raised an eyebrow at Kurt; the kid had to be joking. From how he described his boyfriend, she'd always imagined some tall, buff guy with a mohawk. One who went to coffee shops and wore fashionable jackets. But the man at the stove looked so far from her made up version of 'Noah' that she'd refused to believe that someone like that could be gay.
“But....”
“But?”
“You said your boyfriend was Noah, he says his name is Puck.” Missy crossed her arms and pouted, refusing to believe this amazing man wasn't available for a Christmas fling.
“My name is Noah.” Puck said with a grin. “Hummel there is the only one who’s ever called me by it though. Everyone else calls me Puck.”
“Not everyone calls you Puck... Mohawk.” Burt spoke up from the table.
“Whatever, old man.” The two sneered at each other.
“So....you're Kurt's...boyfriend?”
“Have a problem with that?” Puck's voice was cold now, and Missy shook her head.
“No...no. I just...didn't think you'd be like...this.”
“She means hot.” Kurt spoke up, wandering over to slide his arms around Puck's neck, tugging the former jock down for a smacking kiss. “Mmmmm, and you are hot.”
“How about you stop sucking face with the idiot, and let's get breakfast sorted out.” Burt sneered, though Melissa was surprised to hear the humor and happiness in his voice. Puck pulled Kurt back in for another kiss, one hand reaching up to flip Burt off, the other sliding down Kurt's back to grope the pale boy who snickered into the kiss.
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