Team Puck/Kurt.

Happy 5th Birthday to Story of Three Boys

raving_liberal — Fri, 29 Apr 2016 15:03:48 GMT

On this date in 2011, patchfire posted a roughly 1000 word fic to this community that would become the very first piece of a 2.2 million words series you know as Story of Three Boys, Perfect Gift.

Happy 5th birthday, Story of Three Boys. You were a life-changer for patch & myself!

2015 Fuckurt Big Bang

gleekmods — Tue, 07 Jul 2015 02:53:14 GMT

Author Signups	Artist Signups	Schedule	FAQ	Rules

Come join us in our first annual Fuckurt Big Bang! Due to the size and length of the GleekMods-run Out With A Bang, we have decided to combine two of our other long-running Glee bangs, the Puckurt Big Bang and the Pinn & Kinn Big Bang, into a single multi-ship bang. The Fuckurt Big Bang is a writing challenge focusing on the relationships between the characters of Noah Puckerman, Kurt Hummel, and Finn Hudson from the television show Glee. Stories may be about Pinn, Kinn, Puckurt, or Fuckurt. Authors will complete stories of 10,000 words or more over the course of four months, and these stories will be paired with artwork in a variety of media created by artists. Everyone is welcome to sign up, whether you're new to fandom and fanfiction/fanart or are a previous participant in the PKBB or P&KBB. More than anything, this big bang is a fun opportunity to write something different and to challenge yourself!

The Time We Do Have

raving_liberal — Sat, 10 Jan 2015 16:51:39 GMT

Title: The Time We Do Have
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Puck, Kurt, Rachel, Quinn, Carole, Burt, Will Bailey (West Wing), Finn
Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck, Kurt/Puck/Finn
Warnings: Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, post-5x03
Authors’ Notes: The playlist for this story can be downloaded here.
Many thanks to david-of-oz for an even better than usual editing job (and his usual is miles above most people's best). Additional thanks to separatrix and gleennui for their initial read-throughs of this work.
Word Count: 38599
Summary: In May, Puck mails a birthday card. Opening a dialogue with Kurt allows both of them to finally grieve and begin to heal, even if it doesn't exactly help them start moving on. Their new ways to manage end up including each other, for better or for worse, as they build their life around a three-person relationship with only two people in it.

The Time We Do Have

Glee Fic Being Plagiarized/Reposted

raving_liberal — Tue, 06 Jan 2015 20:29:09 GMT

AO3 user Anonimouss is posting Glee fic, uncredited, to their AO3 account. Have for sure seen works by jooseboxx, miggy, and alicebluegown16. If you are a glee author, please check for your works and report stolen works to AO3 abuse. Signal boost to other glee writers here and on Tumbr.

Help Finding A Fic!

kcowgirl — Fri, 02 Jan 2015 03:52:40 GMT

I've been searching all over the place and can't find this fic and would love some help. I know my description probably isn't the best but hopefully someone recognizes this.

It was probably written a few years ago and was a fantasy serial killer au. I can't remember the names of the type of people Kurt and Puck were but Kurt was looked down upon by society for what he was and Puck's type was sort of the masters of Kurt's type. Kurt's type all had numbers associated with them and Kurt's number was one of the higher numbers that there was. Basically Kurt's type all had some sort of psychic ability and were hired by police and things for jobs. There was a serial killer who was killing Kurt's type going up the numbers and I remember the police hired Puck/Kurt and Santana/Brittany. Brittany was also of the looked down type and her ability was she could channel memories of the serial killer while Kurt could channel the victim's. If this sounds even remotely familiar to anyone please help me find this fic!

-Kayla-

Fic: Just When I Thought I Could Not Be Stopped (When My Chance Came To Be King) 1/?

freeiheitpisarz — Sun, 09 Nov 2014 10:20:57 GMT

Title: Just When I Thought I Could Not Be Stopped (When My Chance Came To Be King)
Author: freeiheitpisarz
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, original characters, ensemble. Mentions of Puckurt slash, Burt/Carole
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Warning: Mpreg, homophobic language, mild violence
Spoilers: General season one spoilers
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee, now do I own the song ‘Ghosts’ by Japan from which the title comes from.
Word Count:
Author’s Note: This is a sequel to a fic I wrote a few years back Like You're Slippin' Through The Cracks (Like No One Would Even Notice) and for some reason I’ve finally decided to write the sequel. I’m a little rusty with my writing and I haven’t watched Glee in a few years, but hopefully you all like this.
Summary: Real life doesn’t always have a happy ending. The heroes don’t always win the battles.

Kurt stared at the unassuming pregnancy book, nestled in amongst less tragic works on the bookshelf, and vaguely contemplated burning it. Noah wouldn’t notice it was missing, and he would know better than to raise the subject of his disappearance or else it wouldn’t be hiding.

Maybe he didn’t need to burn it. Perhaps he could just throw it out with the rubbish.

Before he could contemplate it further, Kurt could hear Noah’s footsteps coming down the hall. Their decision to wear shoes inside so Nathan could recognize them was both a help and a hindrance. It helped at moments like these when Noah couldn’t sneak up behind him and force him into a difficult conversation, but sometimes Kurt cursed his dress shoes that clacked against the wooden floors and signaled his approach so Noah could hide his ill-fated reading material.

Kurt stepped away from the bookshelf and opened the door, stepping into the hallway as Noah was metres away. “Hey,” Noah greeted, hesitantly, his gaze flickering to the door to the study. “Everything okay?” Noah spoke as if were a startled animal, and Kurt’s mind instantly flashed back to the beginnings of his studies in psychology before he’d dropped it.
“Everything’s fine,” Kurt replied. “Just putting something away.”

Noah nodded, but Kurt knew that Noah didn’t believe it. Noah opened his mouth, before closing it again, obviously deciding against whatever he wanted to say. Kurt relaxed slightly. “I got called in for a shift tonight,” Noah finally said. “Will you be alright here on your own?”

“I’ll be perfectly fine.” Kurt replied, walking past Noah without another glance. He could hear Noah sigh, before silence reigned until his hesitant footsteps echoed loudly through the house.

“Try to get some sleep,” Noah said after a few long minutes of silence, entering the living room behind Kurt. “And have something to eat.”

Kurt didn’t say anything, disappearing into the kitchen after a moment. Soon there are more footsteps before the front door shuts loudly. Kurt began to open the kitchen cupboards, dismally realizing there are only a few tins of canned food most of which don’t look edible. He knew the fridge only held something similar, so he gave up and made himself a coffee, the movements automatic.

He sat on the lounge, nursing the coffee as he sat in silence. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually the front door opened and he pulled his gaze towards it. He was mildly surprised to see Nathan step inside, and mildly happy, but he knew nothing good could come from it.

Nathan froze as soon as he realized Kurt was nearby. “Kurt,” he greeted, looking away instantly. “I didn’t think you’d be here,” he said. Kurt wondered briefly where else he’d be and Nathan seemed to follow his train of thought. “Well, I didn’t think you’d be here,” He tried again, gesturing at the lounge. “I’ll be gone in a minute.” He added, although Kurt already knew that.

Nathan disappeared from the room, returning a moment later with a small bag. Kurt thought about saying something, but his tongue is heavy in his mouth and his head is pounding with exhaustion.
Nathan paused by the lounge, which is something more than he usually does. “I’ll be studying film at NYU,” he said, running a hand through his wavy, brown locks. “They don’t have many blind directors,” he laughed bitterly. “I’ll be back to get my stuff, but after that…” He trailed off. “I’m moving to New York.”

Kurt closed his eyes.

“Have a nice life Kurt.” Exhaustion overcomes Kurt, and he lies down on the lounge. The door closes with a snap a moment later, his fifteen year old son on the wrong side of it.

“You too.” Kurt whispered.
*

looking for a fic

hardrockerchik1 — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 12:02:23 GMT

I am looking for a story I'm pretty sure I read on Ao3 a while ago. I've looked and googled everything I could think of but have had no luck. What I remember is Puck was turning his life around so he could see Beth more. He went to Kurt for help with his classes. They fall in love of course. Shelby has a car accident and unfortunately dies. She left in her will that Beth was to go to Puck and Kurt together. Oh and Quinn was a little crazy in it.

Thanks to anyone who can help!!!

Puckurt Fic Fnder!

shamelessbrie — Sat, 06 Sep 2014 18:27:44 GMT

Hey all! I haz question! And I know this probably isn't allowed but I'm desperate!

Does anybody actually read or go through the Puckurt Fic Finder and actually help people find fics anymore?? I ask because I've been trying for a LONG time to find a couple fics and have made a post on the fic finder, and in glee fic finder meme and absolutely no one has answered it at all. Not even to say the author unfortunately deleted their account. I would very much like to read these stories, so please, if there's someone out there willing to help me could you please check out my post on the fic finder meme or PM me or something. PLEASE! I'm desperate! If this post isn't okay I'll happily delete it. Just thought I'd try.

Dive in

scottishwillow — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 19:10:37 GMT

Title:- Dive in
Summary:- Puck tries to deal with his feelings about more than one of his Glee-mates and Carole is awesome.
Word count:- 2,500 (approx)
Rating:- G (Suitable for all)

A/N:- Written for this prompt. Hope you enjoy.

Comments and con-crit gratefully received.

Disclaimer:- Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy, Fox and others, not me sadly.

Dive in

The brother of my dreams

crazysnape — Sun, 24 Aug 2014 13:48:13 GMT

Author: crazysnape
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, drama, fantastic
Warnings: Canonical death of a major character.
Word count: 39524
Summary: He was living in New York with his best friends, he was finally going to the school of his dream and had a wonderful fiancé. Life was perfect for Kurt, until a dreadful phone call. Losing people you love hurt and Finn's death froze them more than a slushie. Family, friends ... everything changed. Some people grew apart while others got closer than they would have never imagined

The brother of my dreams by crazysnape

AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D.: THE ASSET (+ AoS: The Asset Coda)

raving_liberal — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 02:00:41 GMT

Title: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: The Asset
Author: patchfire & raving_liberal
Artist: mapgirl
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt; past Finn/Other(s)
Rating: Hard R/Soft NC-17
Genres: MCU crossover/action
Warnings: MCU-typical violence
Spoilers: Captain America: The Winter Soldier & Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.season 1
Summary: Assigned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hard-copy data repository—The Shoebox—for the last three years as its lone staffer, Agent Hummel wasn't prepared for the addition of one Specialist Noah Puckerman. He was even less prepared for the infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the subsequent rocketing of Agents Hummel and Puckerman into field work, with a vague assignment from Agent Melinda May: protect the asset. The problem is that Asset 309C-FCH [Codename: "Feels"] doesn’t even know he’s an asset.
Wordcount: 54303

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: The Asset by patchfire & raving_liberal

Title: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: The Asset Coda
Author: patchfire & raving_liberal
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt/Finn
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1885
Summary: Three guys sharing an apartment together, and one of them has the ability to project his emotions. What did you think was going to happen?

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: The Asset Coda

Fic: Howl (17/18)

adarkerheaven — Sat, 09 Aug 2014 05:08:01 GMT

Title: Howl (17/18) (Werewolf AU)
Authors: adarkerheaven
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: Overall NC-17
Warnings: Slash, mpreg.
Spoilers: All seasons.
Word Count: 3,911
Disclaimer: Not mine. The characters of Glee belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox Television.
Summary: Kurt Hummel is a young werewolf just trying to survive high school. As the son of the pack leader and a gifted male capable of bearing children, he is coveted by the other werewolf boys. However, it is the human bully, Puck, who is there in his time of need. Because it is taboo for a wolf to mate with a human, Kurt and Puck battle their attraction to one another until something neither of them expected draws them together again.
A/N: This story was originally written as an RPG, which explains any shifty POV’s. This chapter is not beta read.

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2014 Pinn & Kinn Big Bang

gleekmods — Thu, 17 Jul 2014 18:20:21 GMT

Author Signups	Artist Signups	Schedule	FAQ	Rules

The Pinn & Kinn Big Bang is an annual writing challenge focusing on the relationship between the characters of Noah Puckerman and Finn Hudson and/or Kurt Hummel and Finn Hudson from the television show Glee. This is a two-ship combination bang, and authors may choose to write for the Puck/Finn ship (Pinn) or the Kurt/Finn ship(Kinn). Authors will complete stories of 10,000 words or more over the course of three months, and these stories are paired with artwork in a variety of media created by artists who claim the stories based on summaries. Everyone is welcome to sign up, whether you're new to fandom and fanfiction/fanart or are a returning participant. You don't have to be a fan of both Pinn & Kinn ships to participate! We hope that this combination bang will provide an opportunity for writers and artists to participate in a bang for their favorite ship(s) which may be too small to support a full-sized bang on their own. Sign-ups begin on July 20th!

Puckurt Big Bang Artist Sign-Ups - Open Through June 1st!

gleekmods — Tue, 27 May 2014 03:30:30 GMT

The Puckurt Big Bang is still looking for artists to sign up before the June 1st deadline.
If you would like to participate in the Puckurt Big Bang as an artist, please go to this post to comment with your username, email address, and a description of your anticipated media type (traditional art, digital art, fanmix, graphics package, etc.). For more information about participating in the Puckurt Big Bang as an artist, read our FAQ and Guidelines.

The PKBB is on its third consecutive year and accepts all types of fanart, fanmixes, and fanvids:

Artists submitting a graphics package should include at least one LJ icon and/or section divider(s), a piece of cover art, and a header/banner (can be a modified version of the cover art).

Artists submitting a fanmix should include a downloadable mix of at least five songs with front and back cover art.

Artists submitting traditional or digital artwork should include 2+ pieces of artwork, though that may include one traditional/digital drawing and one header/cover art piece.

Artists submitting fanvids should include at least one video of at least a minute in length.

There is no maximum number of pieces, however; please feel free to create as many as you would like! We hope to see some old friends as well as some new faces!

I need whump!Puck

silvergirl09 — Tue, 20 May 2014 07:20:06 GMT

I want stories where Puck is physically and/or emotionally hurt, but also where he is more submissive in the relationship, (I enjoy top/dom!Kurt in this pairing). It can be any rating, from everyone to explicit, with anything in plot such as abusive family, abusive sexual relationships, ext. Anything goes at this point, I'm interested in some good short or long stories, so please rec away.

Help

y3_evilbishi — Mon, 12 May 2014 22:17:50 GMT

New to this community so excuse me if I'm breaking a rule here, but I need help finding a fic.
Here's what know:
~ Puck and Kurt are both having dreams about a past life set during WWII in Germany
~ Puck's past life dies in front of Kurt
~ It's revealed that the two were secret lovers while Kurt's family hid Puck's from the Nazis
~ Puck's previous life played the violin and I think Kurt's played the piano
~ I know in the last chapter I read they had just found out Kurt's relative was still alive and in a nursing home

Please Help, and Thank you in advance!

Fic: Countdown

greenglowsgold — Wed, 07 May 2014 21:29:49 GMT

Title: Countdown
Author: greenglowsgold
Characters (Pairings): Noah Puckerman, Kurt Hummel (Puckurt)
Genre: I... Drama?
Rating: R for thematic reasons mostly
Warnings: very brief sexual references, situations similar to and references to terminal illness, suicidal thoughts, self-destructive behavior
Spoilers: general S1-3, bits and pieces from S4
Word Count: 4,910
Summary: Ever since Noah can remember, he’s always known exactly when he’s going to die.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or any other works of fiction mentioned herein.
Author’s Note: I was supposed to study for finals today, I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. Not beta read, I just wrote this in a weird burst and now I’m posting okay here it is.

Triad Verse Big Bang

triadversemod — Thu, 01 May 2014 20:46:06 GMT

The Triad Verse Big Bang is a writing challenge focusing on Triad Verse AUs of any fandom. The triad verse is an alternate universe (AU) where humankind has developed to normalize triads (relationships consisting of three individuals), rather than couples. Couples can and do form, but they are considered "incomplete" relationships. In most versions of triad verse, couples are unable to marry, but triads are allowed to marry. Bisexuality is also normalized, while monosexual people are less common and more marginalized. You can find more information on triad verse here.

Authors will complete stories of 10,000 words or more over the course of three months, and these stories are paired with artwork in a variety of media created by artists who claim the stories based on summaries. Everyone is welcome to sign up, whether you're new to fandom and fanfiction/fanart or are a returning participant to any of our big bangs. Any and all ships are allowed, especially all those OT3s you've been dying to write! Sign ups begin May 15th, 2014.

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(posted with mod permission)

Quick Big Bang

gleekmods — Mon, 28 Apr 2014 17:13:28 GMT

Author Signups	Artist Signups	Schedule	FAQ	Rules

The Quick Big Bang is a writing challenge focusing on the relationship between the characters of Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman from the television show Glee. Authors will complete stories of 10,000 words or more over the course of three months, and these stories are paired with artwork in a variety of media created by artists who claim the stories based on summaries. Everyone is welcome to sign up, whether you're new to fandom and fanfiction/fanart or are a returning participant. More than anything, this big bang is a fun opportunity to write something different and to challenge yourself!

Posted with mod permission

My Place In Your Life 28/?

allatingle — Mon, 21 Apr 2014 17:51:43 GMT

Author: allatingle

Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck, the rest of the gang wanders in and out.
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warnings: None
Spoilers: I can't separate Glee from FF or RL anymore so lets say everything.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, atrocious grammar is.

Word Count: 3190
Summary: Kurt and Puck decide to have some fun together. Just fun, no strings. But being totally casual isn't as easy as it looks.

A/N: So, yeah, it's been a while. My life turned quite upside down last year -much was lost and more than a few tears shed. I continued to write through it all, just didn't feel ready to post. But then Kurt sang I'm Still Here and you know what? So. Am. I. So, I offer my apologies for the long wait, my thanks to those who waited, my gratitude to all those who sent messages of encouragement and pleas for more, and my heart in the form of Chapter 28.

“Ladies,” Mr. Schue implored.

“She pushed me!” Rachel shrieked.

“You pulled my hair!” Quinn yelled back.

“That was an accident.”

“You accidentally grabbed my ponytail and yanked it?”

“It was swinging in my face, I was just trying to get it out of my eyes,” Rachel sniffed.

Kurt hitched his legs up over the seat in front of him and watched yet another battle scene unfold between Rachel and Quinn. They had been engaged in thinly veiled hand-to-hand combat for the last week, ever since Finn had finally called it quits with Rachel.

“Girls, enough!” Mr. Schue’s voice boomed through the auditorium. “The showcase is in two days and we are not ready.”

“We’re never ready,” Kurt said around a bored yawn.

Mercedes snickered from the seat beside him. “It’s part of our charm.”

“We’ll pull it together by showtime,” Sam was nonchalant from Mercedes other side. “We always do.”

They watched as Quinn gave Rachel the finger behind Mr. Schue’s back.

“Either that or there’ll be a bitch brawl on stage,” Tina said from the row behind them.

“Hey, girls fighting...” Sam grinned.

Mercedes gave him a look.

“...Would be terrible. Totally inappropriate and wrong.”

“Yes, especially considering one of the girls is your ex-girlfriend,” Mercedes said pointedly.

“Who Quinn?” Sam scoffed. “Nah, we barely had a relationship, but the girl I’m seeing now, she’s awesome.”

Kurt watched Mercedes practically dissolve into a puddle under the weight of Sam’s sparkling eyes and most charming smile.

“Nice save, Sam,” he said dryly.

Sam ignored him in favor of taking Mercedes’ hand and kissing it sweetly. Mercedes giggled, Tina cooed and Kurt swallowed a sigh. His best friend was crazy about a boy who was crazy about her and he was thrilled for her. Sam treated her like the precious jewel that she was and Mercedes was giggly and glowy and adorable, and it warmed his heart to see his girl so happy.

It did.

Okay, maybe it also hurt just a teeny, tiny, little bit because not so long ago he had been that besotted. He had gazed into the eyes of a beautiful boy and had the rest of the world fall completely away. It felt like ages ago but in truth it was only a little over a month. He knew the exact number of days but he was refusing to acknowledge it anymore. Refusing to wake up each morning and start the day with the tally of how many weeks, days, hours since he’d broken up with Noah. Puck. He was not going to become one of those bitter, angry people so mired in their own tragic past that they couldn’t enjoy someone else’s present happiness.

“Saam,” Mercedes giggled beside him.

He was trying not to become one of those people.

He stifled another sigh and tried to focus on the smack down on stage. It was much less of a smack down now and more just two teenage girls trying to hide their battered hearts and bruised egos behind a mask of indignance and indifference and doing a terrible job. He glanced across the auditorium to see how Finn was handling it, since angry, sad Rachel and Quinn was something he had never been able to handle well. Part and parcel of why he had dated both of them long past their expiry date. He seemed to be doing okay though, goofing around with Artie and Mike and only darting the occasional uncomfortable glance at his exes.

A few seats away from them were Brittany and Santana, giggling, heads bent together over a screen. And then down a few more rows, off to the side were Lauren and Puck, slouched down in their seats, sharing earbuds and playing air guitar along to whatever song they were listening to. Without warning the memory of a lazy Sunday afternoon in Puck’s bedroom materialized in Kurt's mind. Puck, shirtless, in low slung jeans, dancing around playing air guitar and Kurt, leaning against the headboard, watching him and laughing at his antics and falling just a little bit more in love. In the dark auditorium, Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, although he honestly wasn’t sure if it was to chase the memory away or see it more clearly. This was the hardest part now, the random memories that sprang up out of nowhere. Sometimes they made him smile, sometimes they made his heart skip a beat, sometimes they punched the air out of him and he had to grab hold of something and breathe, Kurt, just breathe. But at the very least they didn’t make him cry anymore.

“Hey, Gidget.”

He was startled out of his reverie by Santana dropping into the seat beside him.

He let out an irritated huff. “Kurt. Kuuurrrtt,” he enunciated slowly. “You know, it’s really not that hard.”

“I’m not here to talk about your dick.”

Kurt gave her a mild glare. “What are you here to talk about?”

“Sleepover tonight. Brittany’s house. Me, Britt, Tee, Cedes and you. Bring those make-you-fat-just-by-looking-at-them cookies you make.”

“Santana–” Kurt started to protest because he really wasn’t sure if he was in the mood for an entire night of snark from Santana, swooning from Mercedes and angst ridden soul searching or whatever the hell was going on with Tina right now.

“It’s not a request, baby gay, Brittany wants you there, so you’re there. 6:00pm.” She was wearing her I dare you to cross me face and Kurt knew there was little point in arguing. She would show up at his house and drag him bodily out the door if she had to. He also knew it wasn't just for Brittany, although he was pretty sure that if Brittany asked for the Hope diamond, Santana would be downloading specs of the Smithsonian in a heartbeat – and seriously, how long were they all just going to pretend that there was nothing going on there?

I don't know, Kurt, maybe for as long as they pretended there was nothing going on between you and Puck?

Okay, valid point.

Anyway, Kurt knew better. Santana had been a strange source of comfort to him over the past few weeks. Texting him at all hours, showing up at his house with DVD’s and ice cream, even tagging along with him to the tire shop after school. She had been quite a hit at the shop, sashaying about in her Cheerios uniform and flirting mercilessly with the guys until poor Brad almost dropped a car off the hoist and Kurt had to drag her out of there before someone got hurt. She was also responsible for his first two real, full-bodied laughs since Prom when over dinner that same evening his dad had asked, “You and that Santana girl aren’t a thing now are you?” Kurt had almost fallen off his chair, he’d laughed so hard.

“Oh my God, Dad, no! Nonononono. And one more time just to be sure, no. Santana is just a friend. A bitchy, obnoxious, friend.”

Burt regarded his son carefully. “I mean if you’re unsure about your sexuality, that’s fine, but I wouldn’t want you denying who you are.”

Kurt snickered. “If anything assures me of my sexuality, it’s Santana. I swear Dad, it’s boys, definitely boys.”

“Okay, good.” Burt nodded.

“Good that I like boys?” Kurt teased.

“Whatever, that you like boys. Good that you’re not denying who you are.” He paused a moment. “Is she?”

Kurt stopped, forkful of green beans halfway to his mouth. “Why would you ask that?”

“I don’t know." Burt shrugged. "She seems to be trying awfully hard. Just made my gaydar ping a little.”

“You’re...” And he did fall off his chair that time.

Kurt gave Santana a sidelong glance before sniffing and giving his hair a haughty flick. “You know, I was screwing the hottest guy in school for months, I think you can stop calling me baby gay.”

Santana gaped at him in surprise for a second, and then threw back her head and laughed. "Well, damn boy," she sputtered when she managed to catch her breath. "I guess you got me there."

Kurt let a satisfied smirk quirk the corner of his lips and, if truth be told, preened a little bit because he was a long way from innocent now and respect should be paid.

“Okay, everybody up, lets run through the group number.” Mr. Schue was clapping his hands and beckoning them to the stage, the latest uprising quelled for the moment.

Santana stood and made her way back down the aisle. “Cookies, don’t forget or I’ll shave your eyebrows while you sleep,” she tossed airily over her shoulder.

“Aw, it’s nice that my face is the last thing you’d want to see before you die,” Kurt called after her.

Santana just kissed her hand and slapped it to her ass as she bounced down the stairs.

He brought the cookies. And it was not because he was just the teensiest bit afraid that Santana would actually shave his eyebrows while he slept. No, it was a sleepover and he should bring something, that was all. Santana whooped with delight and snatched the plate out of his hands before he crossed the threshold and they went through half of them before the pizza arrived. They decimated the other half shortly after and a plate of brownies, too and they talked and laughed and Tina was only mildly angsty ("It's been TinaandMike for so long I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.") and Mercedes was completely heart eyed ("Sam has the cutest birthmark on the inside of his left elbow that’s shaped like a diamond.") and Kurt only wanted to kill them both just a little.

"Okay, so, this has gone on long enough," Santana stated definitively, apropos of nothing.

Kurt didn't look up from where he was lying on his stomach on Brittany’s bed, quietly galloping a stuffed purple unicorn across her comforter, until he realized that the chatter that had been lulling his sugar addled brain towards sleep had stopped. He looked up to find all the girls staring at him from where they were sprawled around the bedroom.

"What?" He asked warily.

"Time to get back on the horse, Sigfreid,” Santana said.

"Get... what?" Kurt asked again, because he had kind of been absorbed in the story he had been weaving in his head about magical kingdoms and handsome princes and unicorns for everyone.

Mercedes sat up from her nest of pillows on the floor and folded her hands in her lap. "Kurt, sweetie, it's been almost two months since you and Puck... ended," she started gently.

"So?" And Kurt's voice was maybe a little on the sharp side.

"So...” She toyed with the tassel on one of the cushions. “Maybe it's time to get back out there."

Kurt stared at her and then looked around at the rest of them. "Uh, get back out where? Into Lima's giant gay dating pool?"

"Is that at the rec centre?" Brittany asked.

Santana smiled down at Brittany, who’s head was resting on her lap and booped her nose with a finger before gently extricating herself and rising to her feet. "The best way to get over the old guy is to get under a new guy,” she declared.

Kurt blinked at her. "Wow, that's really great advice, San, I will definitely consider it. Next topic please."

"Come on, Kurt, it's almost summer vacation." And now Tina was joining in on the madness.

Kurt huffed. "And?"

Santana huffed right back at him. "And as your hags, we cannot in good conscience let you sit around moping over your half closeted ex."

Kurt buried his face in the comforter with a groan because, really, what the hell was this conversation? "Look you guys, I appreciate the sentiment, demented though it may be, but even if I was ready to... be with someone else, there aren't even any possibilities."

Brittany crawled over and climbed up on the bed beside him. “That's not what we heard,” she said in a sing-sing voice.

Kurt turned his head to look at her and also to be prepared to fend off yet another one of her attempts to braid his hair. “What are you talking about?"

"Mercedes told us that one of the prep school boys gave you his number," Santana said.

Kurt had completely forgotten about that. It had been months ago and he’d never had any intention of calling him. Puck had been his whole universe then, and not even a handsome, charming guy like Blaine could have turned his head. But he was the first guy to spontaneously give Kurt his number and, admittedly, he’d savored it a little. He swatted at Brittany’s hand as it crept towards his hair. “That was months ago."

"So what? He gave you his number which means he wants you to call," Mercedes said brightly.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her. “Oh, I’m sorry, did my ex-best friend who’s been telling my secrets to the dark priestess, say something?”

And either he was losing his touch or Sam really knew how to use them trouty lips because she didn’t look the least bit contrite. “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

"Um, he says, 'who the hell are you?' and laughs in my face."

Tina abandoned her spot on the bean bag chair and plopped down on the bed on his other side. "Then you're no worse off than you are now."

"Besides, you're not going to call him, you're going to text. If he doesn't answer, then you know he's not interested anymore and we move on to plan B,” Santana said.

Kurt felt an actual current of fear course through him. "What's plan B?"

"We hit up Scandals, the gay bar in West Lima. If we can't get you a boyfriend, we can at least get you laid," she gave him a lascivious grin.

Kurt’s mouth hung open. "Okay, seriously, were you guys drinking before I got here, because both of these plans are insane and not going to happen and–" he stopped when his eyes landed on Santana across the room, leaning against the desk with a phone in her hand. “Hey, is that my–”

"What's prep school boy's name?" Santana interrupted, finger sliding across the screen.

"Blaine Anderson,” Mercedes supplied.

"Santana, what the hell are you doing? Give me my phone!" Kurt scrambled to climb off the bed but Brittany and Tina, strategically placed on either side of him, grabbed his arms and pulled him back.

"We're doing this because we love you, Kurt. Or Mercedes, Tina and Britt love you, I'm just sick of the sad puppy eyes. Ah-ha!" She chortled suddenly.

"Santana, don't you dare!" Kurt tried to shake the girls off, but Brittany pushed him flat on the bed and both girls threw themselves on top of him.

“Hey Blaine, I know it's been a while...” Santana recited as she typed.

Kurt was twisting and squirming, trying to shake off his captors but as soon as he dislodged one of them, the other was there.

“...but I was wondering if you were still up for shopping?"

A full body twist and roll and all three of them went over the edge of the bed landing in a shrieking heap on the floor but he didn’t have a chance to find his footing before Brittany clamped around his legs like a Koala bear and Tina sat on his back, knocking the breath out of him and pinning him in place. "Santana, I will kill you, I swear!" he panted.

Santana gave him a wicked grin as she pressed one last button. "Send."

Kurt finally stopped struggling and froze, horrified. “You didn’t,” he whispered.

“Totally did. Now we just have to wait–” the phone in her hand buzzed. “Oh! Well, someone’s an eager little beaver.” She opened the message and read aloud.

"Hey Kurt! It has been a while but I’m absolutely still up for shopping. How about Saturday?"

The girls squealed with delight but Kurt just moaned. "Oh my God, don’t Santana. Please, I’m begging you."

“Have to, don’t want to be rude. Saturday would be great. Where should we meet?"

The response came back quickly.

"Westerville Outlet Mall. 2pm outside the main entrance?"

"Perfect. See you then." Santana grinned and tossed the phone on the bed. "There, it's a date."

Brittany and Tina finally released their hold on him and sat back.

Kurt remained face down on the floor, willing it to open up and swallow him whole. "I hate you," he hissed finally when the laws of physics refused to bend to his will. "I hate all of you."

"Yeah, yeah, we just got you a date with a cute guy, we are truly horrible people," Santana scoffed.

Kurt lifted his head and glowered at her. “You stole my phone, held me down and forced me into a date with a guy I don’t even know.”

“A cute guy,” Mercedes piped up.

“Again, with the ex-best friend speaking to me!” Kurt snapped.

“You can hate me if you want, but I love you, Kurt, so I’m not going to sit by and watch you spend the whole summer mourning the one that got away. You’re fabulous and there are boys out there who can handle that. Blaine might be one of them.”

Kurt pushed himself up and sat back on his heels. “Or he might not.”

“Or he might not,” Tina said reaching out a hand, probably to stroke his arm reassuringly but the glare Kurt directed at her made her pull it back quickly. She waggled a finger at him from a safe distance instead. “But you won’t know unless you go out with him.”

“Yeah, Kurt. And it’s not really a date, it’s just shopping. So he doesn’t have to be your soul mate, he’s just a cute boy you’re spending the afternoon with,” Mercedes reasoned.

“He’s just a pair of glasses,” Brittany said.

“He’s... what?”

“A pair of glasses. To help you see.”

Kurt squeezed the bridge of his nose because a headache was brewing and he needed it to go away so he could effectively plot a way to kill his friends. “To help me see what, Brittany?” He asked tersely.

“That there are other boys in the world who can make you sparkle besides Puck.”

The room was silent and Kurt released the pincer grip on his nose and looked over at Brittany, smiling and completely sincere. He sighed. “I know that Britt.”

Really Kurt?

“You know it up here,” she tapped his temple. “But down here?” She moved her hand to his chest. His heart. “Not yet.”

Kurt took her hand and kissed it and then looked around at his friends, all of them, even Santana, watching him with warm, caring eyes. They loved him, they wanted his happiness, even if they went about it in the worst possible ways. He groaned in defeat.

“Goddamnit, fine! But I still hate all of you and if this non-date turns out to be horrible I will exact my revenge.”

“And if it turns out to be great?” Tina asked.

“He will bow when he greets me and henceforth refer to me as Queen Tana, the Omnipotent,” Santana stated imperiously.

And before Kurt could fire back a scathing comment, she surprised him with a tackle hug, knocking him back onto the floor and someone else shouted “Cuddle pile!” and he was instantly smothered in giggling teenaged girls.

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Fic: Home (1/1)

moya_no_baka — Sun, 30 Mar 2014 15:28:50 GMT

Title: Home
Author: moya_no_baka
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Puck/Kurt established
Warnings: Swearing, sex. Possible triggers for non-con.
Genre: Crossover. Drama.
Spoilers: Set during "Never been kissed" for 'Glee', general 'Supernatural' spoilers. Part of the existing crossover 'verse - see author's notes under the cut.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the universes.
Also posted to: ff.net and AO3
Summary: "Kurt sighed. It was painful, seeing Noah like this. Like he had woken up from a sleep and wasn't sure what was going on."
Beta: AngelisIgniRelucent
Word Count: 5.4k

Author Notes:
#1: First of all, mods - can I have "series: sins of our fathers" tag?
#2: Graphic for the fic will be added later (posting porn from work = win).
#3: This is a part of existing crossover 'verse, happens during/just before "Never been kissed" episode, right after Puck leaves juvie. Fic might contain references to the large case!fic I am writing AND might be incorporated later on as a part of the next fic in the series.
#4: I have a new beta-reader, so if you catch any spelling/grammar/etc mistakes please let me know
#5: Note for people who might expect update for the 'Purple' universe: If you are interested in reading future updates for my Glee/X-Men crossover please follow/subscribe to me as an author at my ff.net (Moya-chan) or AO3 (moya) accounts. Future installments of 'Purple' verse will NOT be posted to this community. They go a little bit too AU/multi-crossover for me to safely post them here without breaking the rules. Thank you.
#6: I am looking for a beta-reader for a long fic (20k by now, probably 30k+ by the time I am finished). If you are interested please let me know through LiveJournal PM.

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Lilah didn't like seeing her son so still and quiet. It wasn't natural, not for him and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Her son claimed that he was fine, just a little tired, but she could see through his bullshit every single time. It didn't matter what was the issue - be that either denying throwing eggs at the chemistry teacher's house at Halloween or waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares after his father had been killed - Noah couldn't lie to her to save his life. Lilah guessed it came with being a mother, because Sarah was so painfully transparent to her as well.

"Thank you." She said to Kurt as they stood outside her car for a moment, watching Noah as he dug through his pockets for the keys to the front door. "I didn't think they would release him before weekend. If I knew..."

"It's okay." Kurt gave her a confident smile, though he wasn't really sure himself if the confidence was faked or not. "I'll take care of him."

"The hospital has a staff shortage because of the flu outbreak." Lilah grimaced. "I should stay here."

"It will be fine, I promise." Kurt touched her arm gently, hoping to calm her down a bit. "I'm pretty sure he's going to crash soon anyways. Don't worry, I'll stay with him."

Lilah had a double shift, afternoon and night, back-to-back. Sarah was having a sleepover at her friend's house, so they didn't have to worry about taking care of her while Puck got his shit together. It was late Friday evening and Puck wasn't suppose to leave juvie before the weekend, but whatever deal Burt's lawyer got for him was enough to get him released early.

"He's just..." Lilah stopped, unable to find right words. She looked like she wanted to do nothing more then gather her son close and never let him go.

"You're going to be late if you don’t leave now." Kurt reminded her, not unkindly. "I've got this."

***************

Puck closed the door slowly behind him, his hand reaching automatically to the basket on a nearby shelf to store his keys. The house was dark, not that he really expected anything else. A part of him, the part that felt guilty for even thinking it, was glad his mother and sister were away for the night. He didn't really feel like pretending that nothing was wrong.

Kurt entered the house shortly after him - and Puck knew he was doing some damage control with his mother just moments ago - and used his own set of keys to lock up behind them. Puck didn't really move from the entry corridor, not sure where to go next.

Kurt sighed. It was painful, seeing Noah like this. Like he had woken up from a sleep and wasn't sure what was going on.

"Come on." Puck nudged Puck's backpack towards the wall with one foot, getting it out of the way. Puck should probably unpack, but for now it could wait. They had other priorities. "I'm going to make us something to eat. What are you in the mood for?"

It was just a couple of steps to get to the kitchen and Puck followed after the other boy.

"I don't know, anything hot would do, I guess." Puck shrugged. "No waffles."

Kurt gave him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.

"Just..." Puck pursed his lips - it was a tiny grimace, but Kurt noticed regardless.

"No waffles." Kurt confirmed with a nod, turning back to the kitchen counter and pulling stuff from the fridge. His back was turned, so that gave Puck a chance to sag heavily to one of the kitchen chairs and lean his head against the wall for a moment, black spots dancing in front of his eyes.

He must have dozed off for a bit, because the next thing he knew, Kurt was settling a plate in front of him. He blinked slowly as if to shake off the remains of the nap. Kurt had made them omelets - the good kind, with ham and cheese and mushrooms and unhealthy amount of hot sauce for Puck.

They ate in silence and it was a tense one, even if not completely uncomfortable.

"Thank you." Puck grabbed his hand as Kurt started tidying up the table, stopping him in his tracks. "For being here."

"Noah," Kurt cupped the other boy's chin gently, making sure that Puck had no other choice but to look up at him. "Where else would I be?"

Puck closed his eyes for a moment and leaned into the touch once Kurt moved his hand to the bristly cheek.

"I know you were angry that I told you not to visit."

"Angry, no." Kurt sighed. "A little hurt, maybe. But I get it."

"I don't want you to think that I was ashamed to be seen with you."

"Weren't you?"

"No." Puck protested, reaching out until he could tug Kurt closer by the belt hoops of his pants. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist, effectively trapping him in between his own slightly parted legs. Because Kurt was standing and he was still sitting down, he was at the perfect height to lean in and rest his forehead on Kurt's belly. "It's just..."

Kurt hated the way Puck’s voice broke before he was able to finish the sentence. He wasn't able to shake off the feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't know if he should push or not. Instead, Kurt raised his hands until he could rest one palm on the back of Puck's neck, fingers of his other hand raking slowly through the regrown mohawk.

"Noah, what happened in there?"

Puck just gave a tiny shake of his head, face still hidden away from view, like he was afraid to look at the other boy.

"Talk to me, please."

"Not now." Puck murmured, his arms closing marginally tighter around Kurt's waist, like he was struggling to hold on. "Later, I promise."

Kurt just sighed.

"Later, then."

***************

Kurt didn't protest when Puck pulled him along with him to the shower.

The water pressure in Puckerman household was awful and to keep the balance between hot and cold water, you had to fiddle with the knobs every couple of minutes, otherwise you risked either burning yourself somewhat fierce, or freezing your junk off. Even if Puck had strength to do it (and right now he definitely didn't), it made any attempts at shower sex completely undesirable.

Kurt tilted his head back as Puck finished shampooing his hair and allowed the lukewarm spray to rinse off the suds. He had to use Noah's shampoo and that stuff stung like seven fucks if it got into eyes. He had a couple of his own shower supplies stashed in his drawer in Puck's room, but he ran out of shampoo some time ago and forgot to replace the empty bottle.

The gentle touching as they washed each other off was nice. Usually, nothing could stand in the way of them enjoying themselves and groping around a little, but at the moment it was the furthest thing from Kurt's mind.

He was lathering Puck's chest, slow, gentle movements that were more soothing then scrubbing and he couldn’t stop looking at the mess that was made from Puck's nipple, the one that once used to have a small silver hoop in it. It wasn't torn right in the middle, more like at the bottom, which would minimize the scarring. It was just dumb luck - Kurt had a feeling that if it had been tugged from a different angle, they might have left the skin seriously disfigured. The flesh was bruised in ugly red and purples, though thankfully there was no swelling or infection. The wound had scabbed over and was still painful to touch, though Puck claimed it hurt much less then it had in the beginning.

Finishing the shower was just a matter of time, and soon Kurt was seated on the bed in his pajamas texting his father, while Puck put some disinfectant and antibiotic cream on the injured nipple, taping it over with a large gauze band aid.

TO: Dad
We're at Noah's. Everything's ok. Will be back in the morning.

It took less then a minute to receive an answer.

FROM: Dad
I'll see you both at breakfast. Love you.

"Kurt?"

Puck's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he realized he had been spacing out a bit.

"Everything's fine." He said. "Dad's expecting to see us both at breakfast tomorrow."

"Mhm." Puck slid under the covers with a tired groan. "Have you checked the salt lines?"

It was a ritual, of sorts. Every night he was at home Puck had been checking to see if the salt lines ingrained into every door and window in the house were undisturbed. Ever since Berith's attack, it became something like an obsession for him.

"You know I did." Kurt gave the other boy an unimpressed look and he settled back on the bed, fluffing a pillow for a moment before relaxing. He was perfectly aware that Puck would not be able to fall asleep without that reassurance. His mother was the one who did it whenever he was spending the night away from home, but usually it was Puck’s duty.

Kurt was waiting for Puck to fall asleep first before he could relax and succumb to it himself, but as minutes passed, he wasn't sure that was going to happen at all.

He was lying on his back while Puck was on his side, facing him. Puck's eyes were closed, but Kurt could see that everything about him screamed that he was far, far from relaxed. His muscles were tense, his expression pinched, like he was mildly annoyed that sleep eluded him. Normally, Puck was a somewhat fidgety sleeper, but now he was still as a stone, as if he was trying to trick his body into obedience.

"Are you trying to pretend you're asleep for my sake or for yours?" Kurt asked, finally fed up with the unnatural silence.

"...Both?"

"Come here." Kurt reached to grab Puck's arm and pull him closer, until the other boy had no choice but to rest his head on Kurt's chest and lay down half on him, half next to him. Their legs tangled together almost instantly.

"I can hear you thinking." Kurt said. "It usually doesn't end up well."

"Fucker." Puck sighed, as he turned his head slightly to nuzzle more firmly into Kurt's chest. "I'm just wondering about stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Yeah, stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Do we have to do this now?" Puck wanted to be annoyed, but he ended up sounding exhausted instead.

"You did promise to talk to me." Kurt replied. "Or did you mean 'later' in the 'not-in-a-million-years' kind of way?"

Puck didn't respond for a long time and Kurt was afraid he lost him. Noah would clam right back up and he wouldn't get anything else from him that night, but much to his surprise, the other boy seemed to marginally relax in his embrace a minute or two later.

"Three guys jumped me right after I went in - but you already know that. Kind of hard to say nothing happened when you end up with blood all over your chest." Puck sighed. His voice sounded more steady now, almost like he was glad to finally be able to talk about this... whatever 'this' was. "And I wasn't kidding when I said I am dead tired. I think I've slept only seven, maybe eight hours."

"A night?"

"Last week."

That made Kurt tear his eyes away from the random spot on the ceiling and tilt his neck until he could look into Puck's eyes. The other boy wasn't looking at him though, focusing instead on the design on Kurt's pajama top, absent-mindedly tracing the lines with his fingers.

"As in, eight hours of sleep during the entire week?"

"More or less."

"Noah." Kurt didn't know if he was angry or worried. Maybe a mix of both. "What--"

"The third night I was there, I woke up to someone trying to pull my pants down."

That made Kurt shut up instantly.

"At first I didn't realize what was happening, you know?" Puck sounded awfully calm, too calm for someone recalling something like this. Kurt was pretty sure his own heart was racing by now and that Puck could hear it, with his ear pressed down on his chest like that. "It's this weird moment when you're not sleeping but not really awake. And the pants were easy to pull down - we were allowed to wear only the clothes they gave us and they were held up by elastic. I guess they didn't give us string pants or shoelaces because someone might end up trying to hurt himself or the others."

What?

"Kurt, I am pretty sure you need oxygen to live." Puck tapped Kurt's ribs gently with two of his fingers. "Breathe."

Kurt let out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding and it left him in one great whoosh.

"After that I didn't really want to fall asleep." Puck continued as if he never stopped explaining, which was bullshit, because Kurt knew there was more to the story and he wanted to ask million questions. Actually, he had just one – the most important one. But he had to let Puck finish, even if only resulted in his own anxiety skyrocketing. "Or should I say, I did everything I could not to fall asleep during the nights in the dorm. I did catch some cat naps here and there – you would be surprised how much they help. But I didn't fall asleep in shared room again. I actually ended up standing the entire night. I wasn't sure I wouldn't pass out if I sat down and I didn't want to risk it."

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Hey," Puck raised his head from Kurt's chest to look at the other boy once he started to breathe a little too fast for his liking. Hyperventilating was not on Kurt's agenda for the evening, but it seemed like his life didn't give a fuck what he wanted and kept throwing him curveballs anyways. "If you are going to get a panic attack I swear I am going to kick you out of bed."

"Fuck," Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and the arm he had looped over Puck's back tightened almost to the point of pain. "Just... What the actual fuck?"

"Kurt."

"Just give me a fucking moment."

"Not when you look like you're going to burst a vein in your brain, or something." Puck protested, the hand that was previously playing with Kurt's shirt was now pressing down, right over his heart, as if Puck tried to ground him, keep him sane. A desperate, humorless laugh almost burst out from Kurt's chest. Puck was the one who tried to comfort him?

"Kurt!"

"Did you..." Kurt had to swallow hard, the words stuck in his throat. Once he said them, he could never take the question back. "Were you raped?"

There was a moment of terrible, panic-inducing silence during which Kurt couldn't bear to look at his boyfriend, too afraid of the answer. After a moment - and it seemed like fucking eternity to Kurt - Puck's hand released its pressure on his chest and the other boy laid his head back down.

"No."

The short reply was not enough, not enough to make the fear go away.

"Noah," Kurt's voice was shaky, like he had to force himself to talk. "Please just... Are you telling me the truth or just something that you think I want to hear?"

"Nothing happened." Puck sighed. "Mostly just scared the shit out of me. Once I realized someone was trying to get me naked I just... reacted. There was a lamp on the bedside table, the industrial-looking type thing, with metal base. I grabbed it and smashed it right into the guy's face. Broke his nose and cheek bone and he started yelling so loud that the officers came in almost immediately."

Kurt could almost see it. Puck clutching the heavy lamp, bloodied at the bottom and the guy writhing in pain on the floor by his bed. It was probably both hunter instincts and panic that caused Puck to react and Kurt could imagine the wild, frightened look in Puck's eyes as he was torn between the fight or flight responses.

"I thought I would end up in isolation after that, but apparently violence in self-defense was not that rare. Frankly, I would prefer the isolation - at least I would be getting some sleep."

"Promise me."

Kurt's voice was so quiet that Puck had to once again raise his head from the boy's chest to hear him better.

"Huh?"

"Promise me that this is exactly what happened." Kurt sounded close to crying. "Promise me that--"

"Kurt." Puck tried to get the other teen to look at him and Kurt finally gave in. The desperate look in his eyes was enough to make Puck's gut clench in guilt. "I promise. No one forced themself on me."

Kurt made a sound in the back of his throat, like a muffled whimper.

"I promise." Puck repeated, shifting a little so he could reach Kurt's lips and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I promise on my mom's life, on Sarah's life that no one hurt me, not like that."

"Fuck." That came out like a choked back sob and tears finally came as Kurt craned his neck to kiss Puck. His free hand came up to cradle the back of Puck's head and hold him close. "I love you."

"You’d better." Puck whispered against his lips, returning the gentle kisses and small nips. "Because I am never letting you go."

***************

Kurt was awake long before Puck stirred from his sleep.

"What time 'z it?" Puck wiped a hand over his face, trying to see the clock on Kurt's side of the small bed, but the image was still sleep-blurry.

"Just after 5 a.m."

"God," Puck groaned, his head flopping back on the pillow, hoping against hope that he might fall back asleep. He knew it was a small chance though - he was a light sleeper and once he was awake it was extremely difficult for him to go back under again. "What are you doing up? It's way too fucking early."

"Thinking."

"Please tell me you're not still angsting over what I told you." Puck huffed, twisting slightly so he could rub his nose in Kurt's neck. Kurt smelled like him, since they both used his shower gel and secretly Puck thought that Kurt wearing his scent was kind of awesome.

"No." At least Kurt tried not to. "I was just thinking that lately a lot of crap piled up on us. You in juvie, my dad in hospital... it would be nice to get a break, you know?"

"Mhm."

"And on top of all of that, we still have to prepare for sectionals. No pressure."

"Hmm."

"You're not even listening to me, are you?"

"Nope." Puck placed another small kiss where Kurt's neck met his jaw and he shifted again, this time to cover Kurt with his own body. Graciously, Kurt spread his legs a little and allowed Puck to settle on him. "Not too heavy?"

"I'm not made of glass." Kurt rolled his eyes, but the traces of good humor disappeared quickly. "Are you okay?"

"Dude," Puck frowned and looked Kurt in the eyes, not paying attention to the annoyed glare he got - he knew damn well that Kurt didn't like when he called him that name. "Stop that."

"What?"

"Treating me like I’m traumatized."

"I'm not." Kurt sighed in resignation. "At least I am trying not to. But that doesn’t change the fact that you were sexually assaulted."

And sweet Jesus on a cracker, it was hard to think of Puck - the strong, badass Puck - as the victim.

"Kurt," Puck's face looked pained. "Some guy pulled my pants down and scared the fuck out of me, but that's it. Please don't start thinking I need therapy or something."

"Don't you?"

"No, definitely not." Puck made a face. "Probably not. Look, the point is, I do not intend to dwell on this, okay? It was fucking scary and uncomfortable and any kind of prison fantasy porn has been ruined forever for me, but is hardly the worst thing that has ever happened. If I know our shitty luck there's going to be a fuckton of other issues to deal with in the future."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop bringing that up."

"Good." Puck sighed. "Can we go back to kissing now?"

"At least you still have your priorities in order."

Not much was said for some time after that. Puck went back to necking like a man on a mission. He was careful not to leave marks, since Kurt hated having hickeys and stubble rash where it showed. It didn't take long for them to get naked either, both a little skin-hungry after two weeks of not seeing each other.

"Hmm." Puck purred as he nuzzled into Kurt's belly, nipping lightly at his side, making Kurt's stomach muscles jump. "Can I?"

"Yeah." Kurt sounded more then a little breathless.

Puck went even lower, kissing skin, teasing along the erect cock and over the soft balls. He felt Kurt move, his hips angling themselves better, and Puck helped him shift on the bed until he was bent almost in half over Puck's lap.

"Nghh!" Kurt bit back the moan as Puck leaned over and licked over the exposed entrance. "Fuck, do that again."

He did, over and over again. He alternated between long, wet swipes of his tongue and fast, small licks. Puck tried to see how quickly he could make Kurt more vocal, which could be somewhat of a challenge if Kurt was feeling particularly stubborn. But no matter how much willpower Kurt had, it always shattered when Puck started poking his tongue inside his ass, relaxing the muscles with the help of his fingers.

Saliva wasn't the best lube though.

"Give me--" He stopped what he was doing for a moment to ask, but Kurt was faster - he already grabbed the bottle from the bedside drawer and tossed it to the other teen, who grinned when he noticed the brand was flavored.

Puck coated his fingers in generous amount of slick and soon had Kurt mewling, totally at his mercy while he stroked over his prostate and licked at where his fingers disappeared inside.

"Fuck-- Noah, get in me, please, pleasepleaseplease--"

"Hey," Puck frowned, focusing on Kurt and pulling out his fingers, despite the disappointed keen from the smaller boy. "Shhh."

There was something desperate in the way Kurt was begging and it was not the fun 'fuck-me-now-or-you'll-regret-it' kind of desperation. In the light of all they talked about, Puck was more inclined to believe it was more of the 'I-missed-you-I-love-you-please-tell-me-you're-alright' kind. Which was totally not cool, since it made Puck's throat clench with emotion.

Going through the motions of putting a condom and slicking himself up was nothing new to Puck. Kurt was on his back when Puck sank into him, his cock sliding into that perfect, tight heat that threatened to consume him.

After two weeks apart Puck thought their first time back in bed would be quick and impatient, but despite earlier urgency, the world seemed to slow down for them. Puck waited a moment after breaching his boyfriend, focusing on kissing the hell out of him. His first thrusts were minimal, just barely-there twitching of hips as he tested out if Kurt was ready, but there was no pain. Kurt's body accepted him quickly, stretched and taken care of as it was.

When they first started, sex was just a product of mutual understanding and a way to ensure shared orgasms. So much had happened since then and now as Puck watched his partner, he couldn't help but to wonder when exactly he did fall for the other teen. It didn't matter in the long run, it really didn’t, not when Kurt was focusing all his attention on him, when he threw his head back and gasped like a dying man each time Puck’s cock stroked over his prostate.

Puck gathered the other boy close, arms around his waist as he leaned back and Kurt had no choice but to go along. It resulted in Puck sitting on the bed, legs cradling Kurt's form as Kurt sat in his lap, nearly mirroring the position.

"Fuck." Kurt groaned as he could feel himself stretching even further, the cock in him reaching the places that weren't touched before, sinking in even deeper.

One of Puck's hands came up to cradle the back of Kurt's head and pull him closer into a kiss, while the other arm wrapped itself around his waist. The kiss was gentle, almost shy and Kurt couldn't help but to moan into it as Puck started to move. The position didn't leave a lot of room for movement, but it allowed Puck to reach deeply into Kurt’s willing body, his arm helping Kurt move in his lap.

"God," Puck groaned as their kiss broke and he leaned in until he could rest his forehead on Kurt's collarbone, his eyes squeezing shut. Both of his hands were on Kurt's ass now, aiding the motion. "You feel amazing."

Kurt didn't reply, choosing instead to wrap his arms around Noah's neck, bringing them back into another unhurried kiss. He moved his hips in small circles, swallowing back a whimper when the cock inside of him brushed over his sweet spot over and over again.

"Let me hear." Puck begged as he tore his lips away from Kurt's neck where he was mouthing at the soft skin, wishing he could leave a mark. "I fucking love the noises you make when I'm in you."

"That's because, ah--" Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, changing the angle slightly, just enough to make the pleasure run through him like an electric current. "B-because you know what dirty talk does to me."

"I do." Puck smirked as he reached in between them to grasp at Kurt's cock, red and almost painfully hard, giving it a firm tug. The other boy did let out a whimper, shuddering at the touch. "I know how much you like it. How it makes your ass clench around me, trying to hold me in."

The pace of their thrusts didn't really change that much, but Puck was using their combined strength to make himself sink harder into the gripping tightness. It was slowly proving to be too much for Kurt, whose grip around Puck's neck went a little slack, just holding on for the ride. Puck let got of Kurt's cock to grip at his hips again with both hands, despite the boy's mewl of protest.

"Don't worry," Puck murmured against Kurt's mouth, pulling him for another lazy kiss, this one all lips and teeth and tongue. "I'll get you there, baby, but I want you to come just from my cock."

"Noah," Kurt's breath hitched when Puck's hands shifted to grab at his ass and squeeze, spreading him for Puck’s use. "So close, come on..."

"Can you do that for me?" Puck reached back even further to rub his fingertips over the stretched skin, where his cock was disappearing into Kurt, making the other boy let out a strangled noise. "Can you come just from this? From me fucking your little hole?"

He didn't wait for an answer, choosing instead to carefully lower Kurt back on the bed, Kurt's legs wrapping around his waist almost automatically. Puck leaned in to kiss the other teen, reaching up to tangle their fingers together and press their joined hands to the mattress above Kurt’s head.

"Mhmm," Kurt gasped, breaking the kiss and tilting his head back, his hair spilling into a messy halo on the pillow. "There, right there, just--"

"Yeah?" Puck asked, shifting on his knees to lock on the perfect angle. He moved slowly, with deliberate, jabbing thrusts that had his cock press and drag over that special spot constantly. "Here?"

He could feel Kurt's ass clenching on his cock and Kurt didn't seem capable of forming words, choosing instead to nod frantically, his legs clamping hard around Puck's hips. Puck felt a wave of smugness, knowing that he was the only one to render the other boy speechless, the one giving him all that pleasure.

It couldn't last, not with Puck abusing his prostate like that and soon Kurt was quivering, a sobbing cry tearing from his throat and Puck looked down their bodies just in time to see Kurt losing it, long stripes of come covering his trembling stomach.

"Fuck." Puck cursed, eyes closing. He sped up his thrusts a little, fucking Kurt through his orgasm, causing the other boy to whimper as the oversensitivity set in, his body unable to decide if it was too much or not. Puck was close, so close that it took only moments before he was coming, hiding his face in Kurt's neck with muffled shout, his body instinctively pushing in, forcing himself as deep into Kurt as he could go.

"Geez," Kurt whispered, breaking the long moment of silence during which they didn't do anything but lay together, boneless and satisfied. "I think you broke me. It can’t be normal for a guy to come without even touching his dick."

"I dunno," Puck huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss just under the hinge of Kurt's jaw, feeling the pulse race underneath his lips. "I think that's pretty awesome skill to have."

Kurt just hummed, stroking his hand over Puck's shoulders, enjoying the way that the muscles moved under his palms. They should probably get cleaned up, but Kurt didn't feel like getting up just yet. Puck was still buried in him for the time being and each movement they made sent a sliver of sensitive after-pleasure through him. They stayed like that for a bit, until Noah kissed the corner of his mouth one last time and reached down to grab the base of his cock, holding the condom in place as he pulled out.

Kurt stretched on the bed and watched sleepily as Puck padded out of the room towards the bathroom. He came back just a minute later, a damp hand towel in his hand, which he gamely threw at Kurt before pulling on his discarded pajama pants. Kurt wanted to be annoyed but at least the towel wasn't freezing cold and besides, orgasms tended to put him in the good mood. He wiped himself down and handed the cloth back to Puck, who exchanged it for Kurt's own pajamas and chucked the towel towards the laundry hamper.

"We'll have to get up soon." Puck said as he crawled back under the covers, laying on his back and reaching towards Kurt, who nestled himself by his side, head on Puck's shoulder. "Your dad is making us breakfast."

"He's going to use you as an excuse to eat the sugary cereal, not the granola mix I made him." Kurt complained.

"You'll make him regret it later."

"I'm going to make him drink kale smoothies for the rest of the month."

"Of course you are." Puck smiled, shifting so he could nose at the top of Kurt's head, inhaling deeply.

Kurt was warm against his side, his own unique scent mixed with Puck's shower gel and overlaid with smell of sex and pheromones. Puck could finally feel completely relaxed for the first time in over two weeks.

For a while, he didn't know if he was even capable of letting go anymore. Two weeks of being constantly on his guard, not sleeping, and jumping at shadows felt like fucking lifetime. He was pretty sure that if his mother knew about what happened, she would drag his ass to see some kind of psychologist friend of hers and he would end up medicated up to his ears.

But Kurt...

Kurt smelled like home, like safety and love.

And he was the only drug Puck would ever need.

Questions about canon

edom56 — Wed, 19 Mar 2014 01:36:51 GMT

Hi,

I'm kinda new to the fandom and am writing a story. I was wondering if you nice people will help me answer some questions :)

I have no clue if I'm actually gonna need all the answers, but one can never tell where one's muse will lead :D

What is:

Kurt's and Puck’s middle names (I don’t buy Elizabeth)
Kurt's and Puck’s moms’ names
Puck’s dad’s name
Puck’s little sister’s name
Kurt and Puck’s birthdays/who is older
Puck’s mom’s occupation
Puck’s little sisters age

When did Puck’s dad leave

Kurt OT3 Bang Artists Needed!

gleekmods — Mon, 03 Feb 2014 21:52:12 GMT

The Kurt OT3 Bang has a SERIOUS lack of artists for this bang.

We have 19 bangs currently being written, representing a wide away of ships, but only 4 artists to go around! We know we can do better than that, because we know some of you came here from some of the more art-heavy ships.

If you are artists yourselves, please consider signing up to claim an author. If you know any artists who might be willing to do your OT3, this bang, and Kurtsies everywhere a solid, please encourage them to sign up as well!

The art requirements aren’t huge. The Kurt OT3 Bang allows a wide array of art, with requirements based on the media:

Artists providing a graphics package should include at least one LJ icon and/or section divider(s), a banner in two sizes, and a header/piece of cover art.
Artist submitting a fanmix should include a downloadable mix of at least five songs with front and back cover art.
Artists submitting traditional or digital artwork should include 2+ pieces of artwork, though that may include one traditional/digital drawing and one header/cover art piece.

There is no maximum number of pieces, however; please feel free to create as many as you would like! You can view the 2012 Kurt OT3 Bang, the 2013 Puckurt Big Bang, or the 2013 Pinn & Kinn Big Bang for examples of the types of art submitted in the recent past.

I hope you will all spread the word.

To sign up as an artist for the Kurt OT3 Bang go here!!!

The Kurt OT3 Bang Mods

Puckurt Drabbles? Where Are They?

raving_liberal — Fri, 03 Jan 2014 16:30:19 GMT

You may have noticed that nobody is running 31 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in January this year. Since we had a low turn-out for the January drabble-thon last year, we're focusing on the 30 Days of Puckurt in June instead. We may run it as a fortnight again or we might be able to get someone who wants to run it as the full month, but we'll keep you all posted!

Thanks!
raving_liberal