omg okay so I was gonna do a whole puckurt thing and then I remembered this prompt I seen on the puckurt meme and adkfjakda, okay basically Kurt’s going on a blind date and is stood up, but Puck is his waiter and brings him a free desert and all that and they end up making an actual future date
This was it. They were finally meeting. Kurt fidgeted as he waited. His napkins were pretty much destroyed. The waiter—who was far too good-looking in his books—brought his coffee, and occasionally stopped to ask how he was doing, and other questions that distracted him from the obvious ‘been-waiting-an-hour’ problem.
He’d smile tightly, say, something along the lines of “I’m sure he’ll be here soon…if not then whatever, I’m a strong independent-,”
“Black woman who don’t need no man?” his waiter would ask, flashing a grin at him.
Kurt would shake his head, smile slightly, and shrug.
The waiter, who later introduced himself as Puck, said he’d be off in ten minutes, if Kurt wanted to stick around and have a cup of coffee with him—you know, professionally speaking.
Kurt shrugged, accepted the proposal, and waited. They had coffee, Puck bringing a large slice of strawberry cheesecake with two forks. “So, who’s the dude who stood you up?”
Kurt shrugged, looking bored. “Friend of a friend’s friend who they knew from online—I really don’t know,” he snorted. “I just know his URL was theatergeek91 or something akin to that,” he gave Puck a sarcastic smile.
“Did you even want to go out on this date?”
“Not really, but hey—the cheesecake and coffee are to die for here, so I thought ‘why not?’,” he scooped a large forkful into his mouth.
“Ah yes—the cheesecake is probably the best in NorCal,” Puck nodded knowingly. “On the house, by the way—seemed like being stood up warranted a free piece of cake,” he added when Kurt swallowed and opened his mouth to protest. Puck ate a forkful, nodding to Kurt to do the same. Kurt did, barely holding back on the eye roll of ecstasy.
They sat in the cafe until it was closing time, Puck walking Kurt to his car. “So, despite being stood up, I had fun,” Kurt said brightly. “We should,” he stopped, thought about the probability that Puck was actually straight and was just being nice, and continued, with, “hang out sometime, you know, like…total bros,” he winced at the wording. Finn would have been so much more graceful in this situation.
And it’s Finn he’s talking about.
He smiled awkwardly, thinking “If this were an actual date, we would have done the awkward first kiss already.”
Puck looked amused.
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Do you want me to pretend you didn’t?”
“If you’re straight, and-or not interested, then yes,” he replied, giving him a small smile.
Puck sighed, rolled his eyes. “I don’t give free cheesecake to just anyone, you know,” he said and raised his eyebrows, a quirk of his lips bringing a grin to Kurt’s face.
“How about we forgo this first awkward kiss, make an actual date, and then we’ll see?” he said as he unlocked his door. “Say…6, the restaurant next door, next Friday?”
“I’ll be there,”
Kurt gave him a smile. “Great!” And then he was starting his car. Puck knocked on his window, causing Kurt to roll it down. “Yes?”
“My number, princess,” he held out a napkin and then crossed the street back to the cafe.
You cannot blame Kurt for his wandering eyes.
Ashley’s prompt was Unicorns.
“Unicorns?” Artie raised his eyebrows.
“Yes!” Brittany smiled brightly. “Our 10 year reunion is supposed to be magical, so we’re going to dress up in unicorn costumes!” she said logically.
Santana and Artie shared a look. “Britt, babe, I’m pretty sure it’s the decoration that’ll be magical—not what we’ll be required to wear,” Santana said slowly, rubbing Brittany’s forearm.
Brittany frowned. “So…a reunion isn’t like Halloween?”
“No, Britt,” Artie said and adjusted his glasses. “Are we even going?”
“Yes.” Santana raised an eyebrow at him. “Brittany told Schue we’d be there for entertainment purposes—,”
“Kurt, Rach, and Mercedes will be there though!” Artie ran a hand through his hair. “They’re plenty entertainment,”
“Yes, well, Brittany misses them, therefore we are going,” Santana replied evenly.
Brittany nodded her head, “I want to see if Kurt’s hands are still baby soft,” she said with a bright smile. “And I still want to go as unicorns,”
Santana and Artie cringed at the idea of going to their tenth year school reunion. “How about we wear themed clothing—like…Britt, you could wear a hair piece-thing that’s like a horn, and Santana could wear something like a tail—you know those fox-tail things Kurt wore—expect more…horse-like?” Artie suggested. “And I’ll…I really don’t know what I could do…”
“You could wear a rainbow shirt, or your rainbow suspenders,” Santana said quickly, before Brittany suggested anything insane.
“Yes! Thank you, I can wear my rainbow suspenders,” Artie snapped his fingers and smiled complacently to Brittany.
Brittany regarded them before nodding. “Fine, but we’re all wearing those horns I had for my presidential campaign,” she said with finality.
Santana and Artie let out sighs. Santana smirked as she leaned on the back of Artie’s chair. “I’m actually looking forward to seeing Porcelain—did you hear who his new squeeze is?”
“Blaine and him broke up?”
“God yes, a long time ago,” Santana rolled her eyes, “You need to get out of that lab once in a while, son,” she added, “Kurt is with…” she paused for dramatic effect. “Puck,”
Artie’s mouth dropped open. “Puck.”
“Oh my Reese’s,”
“What’s your Reese’s?” Brittany asked as she returned with three unicorn horns. She deposited them on their heads as she waited for Artie’s answer.
“Puck and Kurt are-,”
“That’s old news,” Brittany said before Artie could finish. “You need to get out of your lab more,” she added as she brushed a kiss to his head.
Santana grinned, “Exactly what I just said.”
“Alright, alright,” Artie rolled his eyes and rolled himself towards their room. “Let’s get our outfits coordinated and whatever we need to do—it’s in a few days, innit?” The two women followed him, talking about different subjects—ranging from what the others might be wearing, to Lord Tubbington’s successor’s latest attempt at freedom.
hopefully its readable now. fuck
Expanding that roadtrip puckurt idea from earlier. Also, sorry for the tense changes—IDK WHAT I’M DOING ANYMORE
They make the day trip. It was to Mansfield—almost two hours away—and because Burt is awesome, let Kurt have his Navigator back. There’s not a hell of a lot to do, for them, unfortunately. Until Kurt opens up google and finds out there’s a haunted reformatory in town.
Puck jumps at the opportunity, only able to goad Kurt (and thus Finn) into going, because he says it’ll be fun to see Finn scream like a little girl. Kurt admits it’d be pretty hilarious, and agrees.
It’s when they’re on the tour, that Kurt starts feeling the touches along his back and arm that starts creeping him out. He numerously elbows Puck, and tells him to “Stop trying to scare me,”
“Dude, I’m all up for scaring Finn because the dudes a giant teddy bear, but you’d have my balls in a minute if it were me,” he said as he raises his hands.
Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. “Where is Finn?” he asked as he looked around the group.
“Hell if I know—he probably wandered off somewhere and got lost,”
Kurt looked around them, “Let’s go find him,” he hissed and skulked away, unnoticed by the guide or the other guests. Noah followed obediently.
They found him one floor up, huddled in a corner. “Finn!” Kurt snapped.
Finn was by their side in a second. “Something was calling me, and then when I got here, the door wouldn’t open, and I kept hearing my name, and then a chair was thrown at me—I want to leave,”
Kurt and Noah looked at one another. “Holy shit, dude, I think you were just haunted for a minu-,” he was cut off as a chair was thrown at the wall behind them.
“Fuck!” the two brother’s yelped simultaneously.
It took Puck all of three seconds to blurt out his darkest secret. “I watch Supernatural—I GOT THIS,” and then he’s digging around in the bag he brought, pulling salt out and making a circle around them. “Now…we’re sort of safe,” he sounds sheepish. “We can’t actually do anything unless we get an actual apparition, because who knows who this ghost is,”
“Or we could just run for our lives,” Kurt suggested, looking impatient and freaked out.
“I vote running—running is good,”
“Pussies,” Puck muttered. “Fine—we’ll run and try find the group, or the exit—this thing is pissed,” he stopped to stare at Finn, “What did you do?”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Finn replied, covering his face, “I may have asked it if it was a ghost, and then laughed because GHOSTS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE REAL, OKAY?!”
“STOP YELLING,” They looked to Kurt. “Okay, so what do we do if we do see an apparition?”
“Well, I’d say get iron and hit it, while running, but we don’t have iron,”
“Would a necklace be good enough?” Kurt made a face as he asked, pulling a looping necklace from his neck. “Gift from my grandmother—said it’s made out of iron and I honestly don’t know, but is it good enough?”
Noah nodded. “Okay, on three—we break the circle and run,” they nodded, steeled themselves, counted down, and ran.
They made it all the way to the truck before collapsing into nervous giggles. It was a victory laugh, Finn and Puck would argue. They were alive.
“Hey, some people don’t survive ghost attacks—we’re lucky,” Puck said as Kurt pointed out to him that they merely had to run out of the place.
“And I’m sure Supernatural taught you that?”
It took them two weeks to get through all 7 seasons before they set off for their road trip. They’d say they have a plan of what they wanted to do, but they’d be lying.
Even Burt was surprised by the complete sap Puck turned into. He told Finn once, “Didn’t know the kid had it in him,” as they worked on a truck together. Finn had shrugged, because he didn’t either.
But talking about right now, he’s currently got his headphones in, having to borrow Kurt’s phone to try and concentrate on his homework—which isn’t working as the show tunes are giving him a headache.
He takes his headphones out long enough to hear Puck say, “You are sweeter than sugar, and I just-,” before he shoved the headphones back on his head and turned the volume up.
Any type of prompt—I’ll try to do it!
Sure princess when & where?
He lets out a whoosh of breath, muttering as he typed, “Tonight, my house,”
Blaine walks up to the table then, handing him his coffee and sitting opposite him. He doesn’t beat around the bush, and he can tell he’s hurt the younger boy. He just nods once more as the silence stretches on. “I’ll just go now,” he takes his coffee and leaves the shop as quickly as he can.
It’s later that night, as he’s lying under Puck, breathless and sweaty, that he says, “I should’ve done this sooner,”
They were running late. As expected, what with their baby’s birthday the day before, they couldn’t plan two holidays. Kurt gripped at his hair as he stopped in their foyer. “We’re missing something!” he called to Noah. It didn’t help that Finn and Rachel asked them to babysit while they went to a cast party. Their daughter Natalie was galavanting around the house in a faery costume, singing one of her mom’s songs.
“Natalie, can you stop?” he called, rubbing his temples. He felt the panic rise as he realized what they were missing. “Noah,” he yelled once more, “We’re missing his costume! I can’t believe we’re missing his costume. His first Halloween-,”
“I’ve got it covered, babe,” Noah called back as he descended the stairs, holding Aaron.
Kurt stared at the pair and continued staring until Aaron was handed to him. “Angry birds, really?” he asked, deadpan.
“Hey, he’s adorable, and he has a costume—I dunno why you’re complaining,” Noah grinned at him, “I’ll get Nat and then we’ll go,”
Kurt nodded, righting the antanae and pecking a kiss to Aaron’s forehead as he waited for the two to return to the foyer. “You’ll be fine, right?” he asked.
“Yes, love, I’ll be fine with the two,” he turned to Natalie, “We’re going to get a ton of candy,”
Kurt snorted, “And most of that’s going to you, right?” he chuckled.
“You know me so well,” he pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek and they headed out.
“Remember—Rachel wanted lots of pictures!” he called after them.
Prompt: There’s just something about seeing the normally so put-together icequeen covered in dirt that turns Puck on inexplicably.
Fingers crossed for smuttiness but lower rating is fine too :PSorry I don’t know how to put it under a read more via phone~
Kurt has to wonder why he agreed to be in this race with Puck. He supposes it’s nice—to bond with his boyfriend while they’re back from school for spring break, at a community luncheon in the park. But he has to wonder how Puck convinced him that it was a good idea. He wasn’t made to do army crawls in his designer jeans and the name brand undershirt he was wearing would not be salvageable, so yes, he wondered how Puck could convince him to do the team race.
Then he notices things. Nothing to be alarmed over—he’s quite used to it, actually, but Puck is staring. And he keeps touching him—inappropriately or not, and the touches are lingering.
They’re gearing up for the three legged race when Puck gropes him again. It’s possessive and, if he’s frank, a bit rougher than usual. Then Puck’s arm is around his waist and he’s being dragged away. He laughs, asking what Puck is doing, and is only answered with a squeeze to the front of his dirty jeans. His questions falter to a stop as he lets out a surprised, “Oh!”
And then they’re under the bleachers, and there’s fumbling with buttons and zippers. Puck is mumbling nonsense, such as “So hot,”, “Dirty, dirty, dirt,”, and “So messy.” He’s biting at the column of Kurt’s neck and licking the reddening skin as he mumbles under his breath.
Kurt is panting as his leg is wrapped around Puck’s waist, and as he’s pushed against a beam. “What brought this on?” he asked, voice hitching, ad raising in pitch every time Puck rut against him.
“You’re so dirty,” Puck mumbled as he pressed numerous kisses to Kurt’s jaw, and lips.
Kurt let out a small groan, “Don’t remind me, I have to shower,” he said as ground his hips forward.
Puck shook his head, hairs atop his head tickling Kurt’s chin before he starts his trek with his mouth, up. “No, no, no,” he grumbled, “So fucking hot, you have no idea,” he added in between kisses and sucks.
“You think so?”
Puck nodded, his rutting causing them both to moan in sync. “Want to-to…” he let out a broken groan as he came. Kurt panted along with him, squeaking as Puck spared no mind, and unbuttoned his jeans, sticking his hand down the front. Kurt had to bite Puck’s shoulder to keep quiet as Puck continued rubbing his cock, fingers nimble as they skirted around the head, spread pre-cum, and held a firm stroke. It was his turn to mumble incoherently. His turn to come apart as he was rubbed just right.
When he comes, he bites down hard enough on Puck’s neck to earn himself a grunt.
They’re both holding the beam Kurt was still pressed against, holding each other up, when Puck’s brilliant idea (that earned him a smack on the chest), was proposed, “You’re starting a garden on the roof when we get back to New York.”