high school sweethearts

I've heard every album, listened to the radio Waited for something to come along That was as good as our song... Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, 18, future fashion star. I'm the head Cheerio at WMHS where I get to cheer on the amazing, perfect, sexy, beautiful love of my life, Noah "Puck" Puckerman. Sorry any men (and misguided ladies) who want to knock on my door, Noah is my forever. [1x1 Puckurt AU]

[puckpuckgoose]

another year older, a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Puck just watched Kurt and tried not to laugh as he explained why he made him the scarf and all of the reasons why he should wear it. Normally Puck would give him crap for that, but honestly, it was really nice and the fact that Kurt took the time to make it was even better. Besides, it really did match his jacket, so how could he not wear it all the time? “Hey, you don’t have to convince me. I love it, I’m gonna wear it everyday,” he told his friend with a grin. “I don’t think my vocal folds really need protected. We both know I’m just another body in the glee club. But I promise I’m gonna wear this a lot.” Puck knew realistically that he wasn’t that great of a singer at all, at least not for the whole vibe that glee club was going for, but he knew that Kurt liked him being there and it actually wasn’t so bad, even if he didn’t want to admit it sometimes.

After readjusting the scarf and wrapping it around his neck again, Puck moved to start helping clean things up, only to have both Kurt and Sarah telling him that he wasn’t allowed to help. He just sighed dramatically but agreed, grabbing the rest of his stuff and heading into the living room. He put the cards that Sarah made on the mantle and then plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV. They didn’t have a whole lot of movies to choose from, but he dug into a box that was on the lower shelf of the coffee table, pulling out a few DVDs he had managed to copy from friends or download illegally from the internet. When he finally found the one he wanted, he got up and put it in the DVD player, picking up the remote and getting comfortable again as the other two joined him.

“Nah, no superheroes tonight. I know it’s my birthday, but you two have to put up with that enough,” he said with a laugh. Kurt had no problem giving him shit for his superhero movie obsession, and Sarah definitely didn’t either, even though Puck could argue that he had to watch enough of her boring movies too. “I figured I’d try to go for something we’d all like.” He gestured to the TV as the menu for the movie Finding Nemo came up. “Can’t really go wrong here, huh?”

Puck started the movie and got comfortable on the couch, grabbing a blanket off of the side and covering himself with it. He smiled as he watched Sarah sitting down next to Kurt with her legs crossed, holding her small hands out to Kurt who was giving her so much special attention. It was actually really sweet to see. Puck tried to do his best as a big brother, but there were some things he just didn’t get despite how much he tried.

“Maybe I should be paying attention to how you do this,” he said, leaning forward to get a better look. “I seriously try all the time but I just make a huge mess. She still asks me to do it though.”

‘Not like I can ask ma. She’s always busy,’ Sarah stated incredulously. ‘Your hands just shake too much!’

Puck frowned dramatically. “Not my fault you have tiny little baby fingernails. I’ll paint your fingernails all the time when we’re adults to make up for it.” He laughed, but it was weird to think of them as being adults one day, especially Sarah. It was hard to even believe that she was as old as she was now.

‘It’s okay. Kurt can just do it from now on,’ she said simply.

“I think Kurt has better stuff to do than come over any time you want your nails painted,” he told his sister, who was just looking at Kurt expectantly like he would agree to be her nail slave.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Noah’s teasing. “Sorry that I use the correct term,” Kurt said with a smirk; Noah had teased him about that before. “And, come on, you’re a great singer. Don’t act like you’re not. We need you there.” Kurt lightly touched his arm for a moment before quickly pulling it away. As much as Noah had proven to be accepting, Kurt sometimes got afraid of touching him too much, like maybe Noah would think he was into him or something. Which he totally wasn’t. Obviously. And, yeah, they had just hugged, but like...something about him initiating it still made him worry. Whatever. He knew he thought too much about it sometimes.

When Noah said they weren’t going to watch some superhero movie, Kurt raised his eyebrows. Really? Kurt had just been joking; he didn’t, like, hate superhero movies or anything. In fact, now he was starting to at least enjoy some of the eye candy. But he didn’t want to insist that Noah watch something just to please him or something. And when Finding Nemo came up on the screen, Kurt couldn’t help but smile, all want of resisting fading. Kurt had a soft spot for that movie. “Disney and Pixar are always good choices,” Kurt said. Sarah beamed and nodded in agreement; she seemed to be glad to have someone agree with her on that.

Despite wanting to watch the movie, Kurt turned himself towards Sarah and did his best to angle her so she could see the screen well. It didn’t seem to matter, though, because she kept looking at her nails as Kurt kept painting them. Truth be told, he didn’t have much experience with hands these small, but he had enough experience on his own hands - which were the hardest to do - and a few others’ that it wasn’t too difficult. 

“You just have to be careful and patient,” Kurt said simply. Kurt just smiled as the two siblings talked back and forth so easily. He really wished he had a sister to talk to so easily, or even a brother, but, then again, he liked having his own, big room and getting to control more things in the house. 

Then Sarah was looking up at him for an answer over whether he’d do her nails all the time or not. “Well, I’d love to help when I can, it just may not be all the time,” Kurt said carefully. “But I wouldn’t mind helping you at all. I’m pretty good, but practice makes perfect.” Kurt capped off the nail polish and looked over her nails to make sure they were evenly coated. They’d do a second coat once they dried.

‘Woah. No never does this good,’ Sarah said, looking them over as well. Kurt gently moved her hands back to the paper towel since they were still drying. ‘How did you get so good?’

Kurt took one of his own nails and carefully wiped off some nail polish that had landed on one of her nail beds. “Practice. It’s not too hard on other people.” He shrugged a little and said, “My mom taught me how when I was a kid. She said I could do her nails whenever I wanted.”

Sensing that Sarah would possibly ask about his mom and not wanting to bring down the mood with that, Kurt looked over at Noah. “Shouldn’t the birthday boy get a manicure, too?” He looked back at Sarah, “What do you think?”

Sarah giggled and nodded. ‘He should! Do it No!!’

Kurt looked back at Noah and raised up the sparkly nail polish. “Don’t you want a birthday treat?” He was sure Noah wouldn’t do it, but the thought was cute. “Maybe Sarah could even practice on you.”

[puckpuckgoose]

another year older, a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

“I guess you can be the unofficial DJ of the Puck-mobile. For now,” he said with a smirk. “At least on the way to school. We’ll see about the way back.” He and Kurt had pretty different tastes in music, and Puck didn’t want to roll into the school parking lot blasting some Broadway song or anything, but he could probably find a way to deal with it. Maybe.

Puck rested his chin in his hand as he sat there, Kurt and Sarah both singing to him. He truly felt like his face was on fire. He always thought this was stupid, but it had never embarrassed him as much as it was this year for some reason. He just figured it was because he was 16 now, basically an official adult.

He rolled his eyes as Sarah told him to make a wish, because it seemed really pointless when there wasn’t even one candle to blow out. He sighed and scratched his head before closing his eyes, trying to come up with a good wish, even if it was all just pretend anyways.

“Am I supposed to pretend to blow a candle out or something? Or is just wishing in my head enough?” he asked, mostly joking, but then Sarah informed him that he had to blow out the fake candles, so he just sighed and did what he was told. “There. Everybody happy now?” he asked, gently hooking his arm around his little sister and ruffling her hair before starting to cut each of them a slice of cake.

When Kurt handed him a gift bag, Puck just gave him a look. He wasn’t expecting a gift from his friend, even if totally was something Kurt would do, but he was still surprised. He just took it from and peered in at the tissue paper. “You didn’t have to get me anything, dude,” he told him, lifting the light bag up and giving it a joking shake. “No way, is it another car?”

He smirked and pulled out the tissue paper to reveal  a ball of wound up material. He took it out and slowly unraveled it to find that it was a scarf, a few shades of red with white mixed in: their school colors. “A scarf?” he asked, sort of surprised, since he didn’t own a scarf and wondered what would make Kurt decide on that for him. He looked it over, looking at the small, subtle tag on the end, which had Kurt’s initials on it. It took him a second, but then it hit him.

“Did you make this yourself?” he asked, in disbelief. “This is like.. some real high quality stuff here.” Puck honestly wouldn’t have known a high quality scarf from a low quality one, but it looked legit, like something you’d buy at a store. He suddenly loved it even more, putting it on himself. “This is so awesome. Thank you,” he said, walking over to his friend and giving him a hug.

That was when he saw Sarah, who had left at some point, scurrying back into the room. She held up a hand drawn card and a turkey that she explained that she’d made in art class. Puck looked them over and thanked her, hugging her tight before picking her up and spinning her for a moment, before he suddenly stopped and set her down. “Hold up, I don’t want this kid hurling pizza and cake all over me,” he said with a laugh, and she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.

“So, you guys wanna watch a movie or something?” he asked, turning to start cleaning up their food.

Kurt playfully rolled his eyes as Noah asked if it was another car. “I know I didn’t have to give you anything, and I definitely didn’t get you a car, but I wanted to give you one. Have you never seen any sort of holiday special?” Kurt teased. Then he watched intently as Noah took the main gift out of the bag.

“Yes, a scarf. You never wear one and it’s way too cold out to do that,” Kurt said in a matter-of-fact manner. “Since it matches your jacket, I hoped that would make you more willing to wear it. And since you’re in glee club, you should protect your vocal folds.” Kurt took another bite of cake nonchalantly, humming at the taste. God, he loved cake so much.

Suddenly Noah was asking if he made it, and Kurt’s eyebrows pressed together in confusion. What was the big deal? “Yes, I did,” he said simply. “It’s just some basic knitting patterns...and, okay, some stitching for the initials, but...” Kurt shrugged again. He was used to giving his dad mostly homemade gifts that it never occurred to him that it was weird or anything. For a brief moment he panicked; would Noah think it was something special in a...romantic way? “It’s not that great,” Kurt muttered, feeling a little embarrassed, even though he did like the praise. Then Noah was hugging him, the scarf around his neck, and Kurt felt himself just melt into the hug for a few moments. “You’re welcome,” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Noah in return for a few moments.

Not too long after that, Sarah rushed in with some handmade gifts that made Kurt aww. She was totally cute, and Noah was even cuter interacting with her. It was almost too much as they spun around, so he had to laugh when Noah suddenly stopped when he remembered just how full she was. 

“A movie sounds great -- and then I can do Miss Sarah’s nails, too,” Kurt said. Sarah unwrapped her arm’s from Noah to clap excitedly at that. “But, Noah, you’re not cleaning this up on your birthday. Go in there and choose a movie; I’ll clean this up.”

‘I’ll help!’ Sarah added excitedly. Kurt smiled at her and then looked back at Puck. “Go on, we’ve got this covered.”

And indeed they did. Sarah helped Kurt find the necessary tupperware rather quickly, and they finished putting everything away soon afterwards. Kurt figured they’d keep the potato chips out for snacking during the film, but he cleaned up everything else before sending Sarah up to grab the nail polish as he grabbed some paper towels.

Kurt went back in the living room and asked Noah, “Is it okay to have food out here? I figured we’d want a snack.” He put the bag of chips on the coffee table and sat down on the floor, spreading the paper towels next to him. After Kurt popped a few chips in his mouth, Sarah came back downstairs with the nail polish. Kurt quickly explained that she needed to keep her hands over the paper towel until the polish dried. He opened the polish bottle and asked Noah, “So, what are we watching? Some superhero flick?”

[puckpuckgoose]

another year older, a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Puck grinned when Kurt said he’d join them on a Disney World trip. “Heck yeah. We’ll all go meet Mickey Mouse together. It’ll be awesome,” he said with a nod, but unfortunately he didn’t think it was something that they’d ever be able to actually afford. He’d looked up the prices once and it was absolutely insane. Puck didn’t even understand how adults with real jobs were able to afford to spend more than an hour in a Disney park. Maybe he needed to start playing the lottery.. well, when he was old enough.

Stuffing his pizza into his face, Puck just rolled his eyes a bit as Kurt insisted that he knew what he was doing with cars. “Hey, I never doubted your awesome car fixing abilities,” he defended as he reached for his drink. “It’ll just be a lot of work, but at least I’ll be able to pay you guys now since my mom didn’t take the money I’d been saving for the car.” He just shook his head as he took a sip, still in disbelief that she bought that vehicle with all of her own money. It made him feel really bad for any time he ever questioned her parenting or how much she cared about them.

“It’s Lima, dude. It’s not like right on my way to school, but it’s not that out of the way or anything,” he told him. Driving to Kurt’s from his house was only like 7 minutes or something, and then it’d probably be like 10 to the school after that. “Please. I’ll pass on the first try. I know how to drive. I drove my mom’s car before.”

Sarah just made a face and looked up at her brother. ‘Yeah and then you got grounded,’ she said with a giggle. ‘Mama was so mad at you.’

Puck just rolled his eyes and nudged Sarah’s side. “Yeah, and she got over it obviously,” he said with a smirk. “But if she’s gonna take a nap in the middle of the day and not have any food in the house, then she shouldn’t leave her keys right out on the table. That’s all I’m saying.”

It was nice to see Kurt and Sarah getting along so well. Puck had to smile to himself as he ate, watching Kurt talk to her about her nail polish. Puck had tried to paint her nails before but he really sucked at it, smudging it all over the place and getting more of it on her fingers than on the nails. But her nails were so tiny, he didn’t even understand how anyone could actually pant them well. He figured Kurt would be able to do it with no problem though. He could seriously do anything.

Once they were done with the pizza, Puck grabbed the box with the cake in it from the counter and set it on the table. He opened the box and smiled at his name with a giant 16 made of frosting on it, then took out a knife to start cutting it when Sarah basically started screaming.

‘Noah! Stop! D-don’t!!’ The little girl was so flustered that she could barely get out the short words that she was trying to say. Puck just froze, scared that she was dying or something, and looked over at her. ‘We have to sing Happy Birthday!! Duh! You can’t eat birthday cake without singing the song first!’ She said it so matter of factly and even crossed her arms as she gave him a how did you not know that kind of look.

Puck just sighed and rolled his eyes. “That’s not an actual rule, even if ma said it is,” he told her. “I don’t want you guys to sing anyway. Let’s just eat the cake. It’s like, triple chocolate or something.”

Sarah just frowned and let out a huff, obviously disappointed, and Puck just sighed and glanced over at Kurt. He didn’t like seeing her upset, especially when it was his fault, and he also didn’t want Kurt to think he was a dick, even if he really hated that stupid fucking birthday song. The whole idea of singing at a birthday was so dumb to him. What was he supposed to do as they sang? Just sit there and stare at the floor and be embarrassed as hell?

“Fine,” he groaned and plopped down hard in his chair. “Just sing fast.”

Kurt nodded and somehow stopped himself from telling Noah they wouldn’t take too much money. While cars could be expensive, his dad always found some good deals and on top of that, his dad would probably put a friend of the family discount on it. While his dad didn’t show his emotions too often, Kurt could tell he really liked Noah a lot already, and he’d want to help.

After some hesitation, Kurt nodded and smiled. “Well, I’d be honored to have a ride. It beats walking in this weather, and I know it’s just going to be colder.” He smirked and added, “I hope you know I’ll definitely be bringing some awesome playlists to the car.” Kurt knew just from their glee club rehearsals that Puck was definitely very different in terms of musical taste. He’d try to mix some of their songs together.

Kurt laughed at the story of Puck driving his mom’s car without permission. “Wow. I guess that’s one way to learn.” He wiped his mouth and said, “My dad taught me a few years back. He took me to get my learner’s permit right after I turned fifteen, too, since I would help move cars around and the permit makes it legal. If I don’t pass the driving test on my first try, I think he’ll disown me.” While Kurt had definitely been too young to legally drive, he had enjoyed learning how from his dad after years of learning how cars worked. 

When Sarah started to freak out, Kurt’s eyes widened. As much as he wanted a little sister, he definitely wasn’t prepared for emotions like that. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when it was revealed she just wanted them to sing for her brother’s birthday. That was actually pretty adorable. 

“She’s right, you know,” Kurt said with a grin when Noah looked over at him. Puck obviously didn’t want to go through with it, but it was obvious he would do anything for his little sister. After a moment, Puck agreed and sat back down. Kurt took a breath with Sarah and they both sang to Puck. Kurt loved watching his best friend look a bit awkward and actually blushing for once. It was kind of cute. Really cute, actually, but Kurt had been trying to swallow those feelings down.

‘Make a wish!’ Sarah said after they finished. ‘Even without candles it still works!’ Kurt shrugged from where he stood behind her and waited for Noah to make a wish, or at least pretend to.

They all quickly dove into the cake once it was sliced. Kurt grabbed his present and handed it to Noah when they all had a slice. “Happy birthday!” Kurt repeated, smiling brightly. “I hope you like it. I know it’s not your usual kind of thing, but you need it. Seriously.”

[puckpuckgoose]

another year older, a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Puck was still hugging his mom when Kurt mentioned that he and his dad would be able to help him fix it up. He squeezed his mom one last time before pulling away to look at Kurt. “For real? Dude, that would be awesome,” he beamed, just putting both hands on his head as he stared at the car, still not even believing this was happening.

He was kind of disappointed that his mom had to leave, even though he understood. He just felt like he needed to thank her a million more times  or come up with some way to show how much he appreciated it, but he told himself he’d have time to do that later and could come up with something really good in the mean time. So he just hugged and thanked her again, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she got in her car. He still rolled his eyes playfully as she told him that he couldn’t drive it anywhere. If he wasn’t so freaking grateful, he might have disobeyed that order.

Puck was way too enthralled by the inside of the car to be bothered by the cold at all, despite being in just a t-shirt in weather that was probably right around freezing. And he probably would have stayed in the car, his car forever if Kurt wasn’t nagging him about it from.. outside the car? When did he even get out? Puck just sighed dramatically and got out of the car, taking another moment to admire it before following his friend and sister back outside.

‘Hey No, will you take me to Disney World since you have a car now?’ Sarah asked with a grin as she sat down at the kitchen table. Puck had to laugh as he pulled some paper plates out of the cabinet and set them on the table.

“We’ll go one day, Rah Rah. It costs a whole lot of money, but I promise we’ll go one day,” Puck said sincerely and ruffled her hair. He liked to do nice things for his little sister, and he always wished he could do more, but some things just weren’t possible. He was still set on making it up to her one day, though.

Puck pulled out a bag of chips and a two-liter of soda that they’d bought for the day and set them on the table, followed by some mismatched glasses. Then he sat down and opened one of the pizza boxes, grabbing a slice and putting it on Sarah’s plate.

“Are you serious about you and your dad helping me with the car?” he asked Kurt as he put a slice on his own plate. “It definitely needs some work but I’m seriously so stoked to get started. Like I kinda wanna start right now.” He paused for a moment and corrected himself. “Okay, maybe tomorrow.. but this is seriously going to be awesome.” Puck smiled again before taking a bite of his pizza. “Dude, I can pick you up for school from now on if you want,” he added proudly.

“Of course,” Kurt said immediately in reply. His dad would love to have a project they could work on together, and he probably wouldn’t mind teaching Noah the ropes, either.

Thankfully, Noah followed him and Sarah inside after a moment. It got them all out of the cold they weren’t dressed for an, of course, Kurt had no idea where to find any of the silverware or anything in Puck’s house. He helped with what he could, though, as Noah started to get thing together.

Kurt smiled as Sarah asked if they could go to Disney World. “Hey, if that happens, count me in, too,” Kurt said after her. He had to hold back an aww after Noah so sweetly told her they would one day. It was even cuter that he had a little nickname for her as well. Those were the sort of things that really made him wish he had a sister, so they could call each other nicknames and comfort each other and go on trips. It was basically a built in friend.

Kurt took a slice of pizza as Noah sat down and poured himself some soda. He was actually starving since, again, he had just weirdly been feeling a lot hungrier lately. He had actually already taken a bite when Noah asked him if he was serious about helping with the car. Kurt took a moment to swallow his bite, holding back a small laugh at how excited Noah was about starting.

“Yeah, I mean it,” Kurt said. “Noah, my dad does it for a living and I took my first steps in a garage; I know I don’t look like it, but I know my way around a car,” he teased. “And I’m sure my dad would love to pitch in, too. He can make sure we don’t mess anything up on accident.”

Kurt smiled at the idea of having a ride to school, but said, “I don’t know, isn’t that out of your way? I would like you to, but...” Kurt didn’t want to make Puck pick him up every time. With a grin, Kurt added, “You still need to past the driver’s test before you do, though. If you need any tips, let me know.” Kurt had another big bite of pizza.

“As they kept eating, Kurt noticed Sarah had a little bit of nail polish on some of her fingers. “That’s a pretty color,” Kurt said, taking her hand. “Do you have more of it?” Sarah nodded and Kurt asked, “Do you want me to help you put it on?”

Sarah’s mouth opened wide and she nodded vigorously. "Okay,” Kurt said with a grin. “When we finish eating I can do that for you. It’ll be lots of fun.”

[puckpuckgoose]

another year older, a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

One of Puck’s favorite things about Kurt was that he could just immediately go from zero to ten when it came to excitement. As soon as the door was opened, he was yelling out happy birthday and bouncing his way into the house. Puck just started to laugh, happy he was here, and squeezed Kurt’s hands as he kept bouncing a bit. “Thank you! And yes, happy half birthday,” he told him, letting go of him so he could close the door. 

Puck took Kurt’s coat and hung it up on the coat rack, noticing him looking around the house. He couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. But just as he turned to introduce Kurt to Sarah, Kurt was already introducing himself. Puck stayed back and watched as Sarah ran up to him, eyes wide as she looked at the glittery lip gloss that Kurt had brought for her.

“Whoa, that is awesome,” Puck said as he walked over to take a look. He could see the genuine excitement in his sister’s eyes, which he felt like he didn’t get to see enough of. He loved his sister and spent a lot of time with her, and while they were close, it was still hard for him to really relate to her much. When Kurt had said he was excited to meet her, Puck was instantly into the idea, knowing already that she would love him. “That was really nice of you, Kurt. What do we say, Sarah?” 

‘Thank you!’ she beamed and took the lip gloss. ‘No talks about you all the time,’ she said, and Puck just rolled his eyes and laughed. ‘He told me I will love you and he was right!!’ She giggled and wrapped her arms around Kurt’s waist, which just made Puck laugh more, but he was glad to see that he was right.

“Man. It’s your brother’s birthday and you didn’t even hug him yet today. What’s that about?” he asked, giving her a look. She glared back at Puck before laughing and letting go of Kurt to jump on Noah instead. He picked her up and flipped her over his shoulder, motioning for Kurt to follow them as he carried his sister into the kitchen. His mom was sitting at the kitchen table, just hanging up the phone.

‘Pizza will be here soon!’ she announced before she looked up to see Puck carrying Sarah. She just chuckled and shook her head, standing up to grab Sarah from him, tickling her a bit as she set her back down. Abigail was a tall, slender woman with a light complexion and dark brown hair. She looked genuinely kind, but also exhausted and a little bit sad, all wrapped into one.

“Ma, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is my ma, Abigail,” Puck said, standing up tall and smiling as they shook hands. It was pretty weird to have Kurt in his house and around his family, but he actually liked it so far.

‘It’s really wonderful to finally meet you, Kurt. Noah has told us so much about you and what a great friend you are to him. As a parent, I can’t thank you enough for that,’ she said sweetly, still holding onto Kurt’s hands.

‘And he gave me this!!’ Sarah said, jumping up to show her mom the lip gloss. Abigail looked at it with wide eyes, telling Sarah how amazing it was before thanking Kurt for being so sweet.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again, and Abigail quickly answered it. ‘It is? Okay. Thank you so much,’ she said into the phone before hanging it up and then turning to her son. ‘I sadly do have to leave soon, but I want to give you your birthday present before I go,. And it just got here. Follow me.’ She smiled to herself and gestured for the three kids to follow her out the kitchen door, leading them into the driveway.

In the driveway, next to Abigail’s car, was a dark green Jeep. It was pretty obviously an older vehicle, and it had some dings and dents and needed some fresh paint, but none of that seemed to even be noticeable to Puck, especially when he saw the bow on top. It wasn’t one of those huge bows from the car commercials, but it was probably the biggest bow that the dollar store had. Puck just stared at it and then looked at his mom, not even sure what to think.

“Mom, is this.. what? What’s going on?” he asked, not able to process this. They had been talking about finding a car for him for awhile and going half on it since Puck had a decent amount of money saved from cleaning pools, but they hadn’t talked about it in a few months now, so Puck just figured it wasn’t possible at the moment.

‘Surprise?’ she suggested, a bit amused by her son’s reaction. 

“You never asked for my half. I have to pay you back–”

She cut him off. ‘Noah, please. I wanted to do this for you. There’s a reason I’ve been working so much overtime lately.’ He tried to insist again, but she raised a hand up. ‘Keep your money. It’s going to need a little TLC anyway. But it will get you to where you need to go. And it will get Sarah to dance class.’

Puck was still in shock, but he managed to get his legs to move so he could walk up to his mom and hug her. He honestly couldn’t believe that any of this was happening. He knew stuff like this happened, and that parents did things like this for their kids, but this wasn’t something that could ever happen in his life.

‘I need to get to work,’ she said as she pulled away from the hug, cupping her son’s cheek. ‘Happy Birthday, Noah. You guys have fun tonight, okay? Pizza should be here in a few minutes, and there’s cake and ice cream inside. I’ll be home late.’ She kissed Sarah on the head and waved to Kurt before getting into her own car. ‘And that thing stays in this driveway,’ she added, pointing to the Jeep. ‘You might be 16 now, but you don’t have your license just yet.’ With that, she backed out of the driveway and headed to work.

Puck stood stunned for a few more seconds before he turned to the car, then ran over to swing the door open and climb into the drivers seat. He just sat there, hands on the steering wheel, trying to take it all in. This was his.

“Come on, get in here!” he called out to Kurt and Sarah before looking around at the interior. It definitely needed cleaned again, but Puck didn’t care. He had a freaking car. “This is amazing. Oh my god.”

Kurt felt an instant relief as Sarah said thank you with the biggest smile Kurt had ever seen. “You’re very welcome, Sarah,” he said with his own smile. It took him a split second to understand that “No” meant Noah, and he felt a bit dumb for that because, well, what else would they nickname him? “Puck” seemed like a jock name more than anything else. “He did, did he?” Kurt asked, giving Noah a small smirk; that was kind of sweet. Then Sarah was hugging him tight and his eyes widened as he looked back at Noah and then down at the girl clutching him tightly. Man, he wished that it had been that easy to make friends when he was Sarah’s age.

Then Noah teased her to get a hug out of her, and he picked her up over his shoulder and carried her into the kitchen. Kurt followed with a laugh, honestly loving their family dynamic already. Kurt had grown up in such a quiet household by comparison that it was definitely weird, but he really loved the love he already saw between brother and sister. Then Noah’s mom picked up Sarah and tickled her before setting her down, which made Kurt’s heart melt. It had been a long time since he was able to see motherly affection up so close.

Kurt blushed a bit at how nice she was to him, thanking him just for being Noah’s friend. Didn’t she realize it was more of a chore for Noah than for him? Then Sarah was chiming in about the lip gloss and Kurt just shook her head as she thanked him yet again. “It’s really no problem, Mrs. Puckerman -- ”

‘Oh, please, call me Abigail,’ she said. 

“...Okay, well, it’s nice to meet you, Abigail,” Kurt said, now understanding Noah’s difficulty talking to his dad. It was so weird having authority figures telling him to call them by their first name.

At Sarah’s request, Kurt helped her put on the lip gloss just right. Once he finished that, the phone rang and soon Abigail was leading them out of the house. Kurt followed curiously, not sure what was happening until he saw a car sitting in the driveway. His eyes widened as he realized the big gift Noah got for his birthday.

Kurt seemed to fully understand what was happening before Noah did and, without really thinking, he went up to it and started looking it over. He realized, as he saw Noah hug his mom, that it may have come across as rude, but he just wanted to make sure they had gotten a good deal. And, while there were definitely some dents and a bad paint job, it seemed pretty good. Of course, Kurt would have to see the engine to know for sure, but even that wouldn’t be too hard to fix.

“My dad can help with anything,” Kurt offered after a moment. “I mean, I can, too. I could even help get some of those dents out without much trouble.” His dad’s place was honestly the best in town, and partly because, unlike a lot of places, he didn’t overcharge for services. And with how grateful he was to have Noah around, he’d probably really lower the service costs even more. “It’s a really nice car, though,” Kurt added as he walked back over to them. He had wanted a Jeep for years due to Clueless, but he was pretty sure his dad wanted something a little safer. God, waiting another six months was going to be torture now.

He waved to Abigail as she left, nodding at her instructions. The cold was just finally starting to register when Noah ran over to his car. Kurt shook his head but came over at his friend’s insistence, helping Sarah climb in before getting in himself. “It’s really awesome,” Kurt said in agreement, looking around the interior. It was definitely a bit scuffed up and needed some work with a vacuum cleaner, but that was easy enough to do. 

“Hey, and now we can go to an actual movie theater if we want when we hang out!” Kurt said with a smile. He day dreamed for a moment at the idea of him and Noah blasting music and driving around town. To a fifteen year old, that seemed to be the coolest thing in the world. He couldn’t wait to see what his dad got him for his birthday.

Kurt shivered, which got him out of the day dream, and noticed Sarah looked pretty cold, too. “Come on, Noah. We should head back inside; it’s freezing,” Kurt said. Noah just sat there in amazement and Kurt laughed a bit. Okay, it was going to take more than his word to get him back inside.

A few minutes later, a car pulled up and a pizza delivery man stepped out of there. “Noah, food’s here!” Kurt said. He got out of the car with Sarah and took the pizza when he got to the middle of the driveway. Kurt took the bow off the car and stuck it on top of one of the boxes before knocking on the windshield.

“Come on! Let’s have your birthday dinner,” Kurt said before heading inside to get out of the cold, Sarah right in front of him.

[puckpuckgoose]

another year older, a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

While Puck didn’t care that much about Thanksgiving, he definitely cared about Thanksgiving break. For one, no school. And two, his birthday almost always fell over the break. His birthday was never that big of a deal either, but this year was different. Turning sixteen was a big freaking deal.

He was a little disappointed when his mom, Abigail, said that she would have to work the night of his birthday, but he understood. She’d been picking up as much overtime as possible, and Puck knew that they needed the money. His mom insisted that she’d make it up to him, though. She even told him that he could invite a couple friends over to stay the night, and she’d order a pizza and get a cake, as long as they promised to include Sarah in whatever they were doing and if they didn’t make a mess of the house. 

That was simple enough, because the only person Puck really wanted to invite was Kurt, who was definitely his nicest and also cleanest friend. Puck still hadn’t forgiven the guys on the team for the slushie thing, or at least not enough to bring them into his house. Even though Puck was cool enough with them at school when he needed to be, he really wasn’t interested in friendships with most of them at this point. A few of the guys, who weren’t actually involved but never tried to stop it, had come up to him and apologized, checking on him, like Mike and Sam. Puck thought that was cool of them, but he still wasn’t ready to hang with them outside of school or anything.

He told Kurt to come over a little early so he could meet his mom, which hadn’t happened yet somehow. Abigail was a little surprised that her son wanted her to meet one of his friends, but she was definitely happy about it. That was usually the opposite of how teenage sons were, right?

Puck spent most of the morning and early afternoon cleaning up the house. It wasn’t bad or anything, but it was definitely messier than usual since his mom had been working so much more lately. Of course Puck always did his part to help out, and even Sarah was getting better at putting her toys away, at least. Normally a little mess didn’t bother him anyway, but he wanted the place to look as good as possible since Kurt would be coming over for the first time. While Puck wasn’t embarrassed of his family or his house, he just knew it was really different than what Kurt was used to.

When Kurt knocked on the door, Puck instantly jumped up from the couch and ran to the door, looking around one last time to make sure everything looked okay before he finally opened it.

Kurt had never been a big fan of Thanksgiving. To him, the holiday was an unnecessary day between Halloween and Christmas, the really important holiday. And while Kurt was a good cook, there was never really a point to making a big turkey for just the two of them. So, as per the years before, the two of them had turkey and cranberry sandwiches and mashed potatoes. They watched the parade and, since Burt couldn’t make himself care about the teams playing that year, they ended up watching the dog show.

What he really loved was the next day. They used to wait a while to do Christmas decorations, but since it always made Kurt smile like nothing else, they had started to do it the day after Thanksgiving. Plus it made the actual holiday more relaxing since they didn’t have to put up a tree super late into the season. 

Even more exciting was that, after that, he was going to Noah’s house for his birthday. Kurt had already made Noah a scarf to match his varsity jacket (because he never wore one and it bothered Kurt to no end) and had bagged it up for the occasion along with some Batman stickers for a laugh; he also got some shimmering chapstick for Sarah, since he wanted to make a good impression on her as well, and that was in his pocket. Kurt was just so jealous Puck even had a younger sister, since Kurt had always wanted one himself.

Once the decorations were done, Kurt could had to patiently wait for his dad to drop him off at Puck’s, but it seemed to take forever for that time to happen. Finally, after packing and re-packing a million times and triple checking he had all of his skin products with him, Kurt got into his dad’s car and they went to Noah’s house.

Once they were there, Kurt said goodbye to his dad in the car and hopped out -- he couldn’t let his dad take him to the door like some little kid! Kurt slipped his bag onto his shoulder and all but ran to the door. He caught his breath and knocked.

When Noah answered, Kurt smiled and greeted, “Happy birthday!! And happy Thanksgiving, but most importantly, happy birthday!” He grabbed Noah’s hands as he walked in, bouncing a bit in excitement. “You’re sixteen! You can drive now, that’s so cool!” Kurt, of course, had learned how to drive a few years ago to help his dad move cars around, but he had to wait several months to get a license which sucked. Six months, in fact, since, as he pointed out, “And happy half birthday to me.”

Kurt laughed and took off his coat and other winter gear before finally looking around. Puck’s place was definitely not the nicest, but it seemed relatively cozy, which Kurt liked. He kept looking a bit until he saw a young girl in his field of vision. “Hi!” Kurt greeted, “You must be Sarah.” She nodded and Kurt reached into his (tight) pants’ pocket and said, “I’m Kurt, your brother’s friend. And I got you something.”

She ran over to Kurt and looked at the sparkly lip gloss with wide eyes. “I thought you might like something sparkly. I know I do,” Kurt explained as he handed it over. Suddenly he realized that he had no idea if she would even like something so girly; he just had to hope that she did.

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Puck glared at his friend when he suggested that his clothes weren’t clean. “I just did laundry on Wednesday, thanks,” he informed him. Wednesday had always been laundry day at his house, but even though it had been years since his mom did their laundry, Puck always still did it on that day anyway. “I’m not dirty. Well, not like that, anyway.” He smirked to himself and grabbed at Kurt’s feet, which really, he knew weren’t dirty. Kurt was always clean and crisp and smelling like a bar of fancy soap.

While he figured Kurt would react to the tickling, he was definitely not expecting a reaction like the one he got. Kurt was giggling like crazy and flailing all over the place, but Puck wasn’t letting him out of his grip so easy. Puck started to laugh himself and kept tickling Kurt’s feet until the other boy finally managed to pull away, his stomach hurting from the laughter as he watched Kurt turn himself around on the couch.

“Wow, what the hell was that?” Puck asked with a smile, wiping away a tear from his eye. He was still laughing softly as Kurt put his head in his lap, and he shook his head as he looked down at him. “You’re a weirdo.” He brought a hand to Kurt’s face and patted him on the cheek a few times. “Uh huh. I’m sure you’re not ticklish here. Of course not.” He rolled his eyes at that obvious attempt to get out of being tickled, but Puck decided to not push it, anyway. He was pretty sure if they laughed like that again that it would wake up Kurt’s dad.

Puck sighed and draped an arm over Kurt’s side, looking back up at the TV. His other arm rested on the arm of the couch for awhile before his hand finally moved to Kurt’s hair, absently toying with it without much thought as they kept watching the show. Puck smiled to himself, glancing down at his jacket and at Kurt and then back to the screen again. He never expected this day to turn out so awesome.

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

“Duh she’s my favorite,” Puck said with a grin. “She’s awesome. Rides a motorcycle and rocks that jean jacket. Plus she’s got girls all over her.” Puck smirked and toyed with his jacket. “She’s basically the female version of me.” He rolled his eyes at himself, because he knew he wasn’t as cool as she was, and he definitely didn’t have girls all over him.

While Puck watched the show when his mom had it on, he hadn’t seen every episode, so hearing the bit about Natalie was a surprise. “Well I guess it was like, the 80s or whatever. They didn’t really talk about being gay and stuff on TV back then, did they?” He wasn’t really sure about the timeline of things, but he knew that people were a lot worse about that stuff in the past. “There’s no way Blair was going out with all those dudes and not getting some, though. Word would get around if she wasn’t putting out and those guys wouldn’t keep showing up.” He knew it sounded kinda bad, but it was true. “At least it wasn’t Tootie, though. She’s so annoying. Her getting laid before the rest of them wouldn’t make any freaking sense.”

He just nodded when Kurt said Blair was his favorite. “Not surprising at all,” he said. “I could see you guys being friends. She’s probably the only person in the world who has more hair products than you.” He smirked and nudged Kurt’s leg.

Puck could feel Kurt moving on the couch, and he looked over just in time for Kurt’s feet to fall into his lap. “Uh huh,” he said, giving him a look. ”Watch where you’re swinging those feet, Hummel. You’re gonna mess up my jacket.” He smiled a little, joking but still somewhat serious, and grabbed onto Kurt’s feet so he couldn’t move them at all. Then, after a moment, he wrapped his arm around Kurt’s ankles to hold him still and started to lightly tickle Kurt’s feet with his finger. If he was gonna shove his nasty feet on him, he was going to pay.

Kurt looked over at Noah and scoffed. “Yeah, totally,” Kurt teased, gently nudging Noah’s side. Honestly, Kurt was surprised Puck wasn’t swimming with girls, seeing how he was sweet and cute and a football player. Kurt had a feeling now that he made varsity so soon he was going to be getting a lot more offers. That thought made him frown a bit; he wanted Puck to be happy of course, but he was sad to think about the possibility of their Friday night sleepovers disappearing. That would suck. Of course, he knew he had to wait to see if that even happened; for all he knew, the girls weren’t going to care unless Puck had a car or something. Their loss.

“No,” Kurt said, shaking his head as if he was some expert on gay representation on TV. It was only recently that he was even able to think about looking into those topics, and there was way too much AfterElton and stuff to weed through to be at all prepared to truly discuss the topic. “I mean, I know they mentioned it on The Golden Girls, at least gay guys, but obviously those weren’t the main characters or anything,” Kurt said thoughtfully. Kurt wouldn’t even know if there were main gay male characters seeing as the shows he watched from back then all surrounded on women, like The Facts of Life and The Golden Girls and Designing Women and the like. Those were even the ones that seemed to be true gay icons. “Ugh, poor Kim Fields, always stuck with the worst stories. I don’t know how Tootie never got a normal episode. It was always something with becoming a prostitute or a porn star or something,” he said with a wrinkled nose. Tootie episodes were by far the worst.

Kurt nodded, though he ended up rolling his eyes at Puck’s joke. It was true, but he insisted, “I don’t really use that many different products. I just use a lot of hairspray in general that’s all. And I promise it’s not the ozone ruining kind.” But having hair worthy or the first few seasons seemed worth how many hair products Blair actually had.

“Oh, calm down,” Kurt said with another eye roll. He teased, “Let’s be honest, my feet were probably more recently cleaned than the clothes you have on underneath that jacket.” He soon lost the high ground, though, as Puck grabbed his feet. Now, Kurt made sure very few people knew this, but he was, like, super ticklish in certain spots. And one of those spots was definitely his feet, which he really didn’t think Puck would touch, except to maybe push them off. But Puck just grabbed them, and Kurt let out a small squeak that he hoped didn’t sound too much like a giggle, though his feet definitely tried to squirm away on their own. That was a dead giveaway.

Puck soon locked his ankles and started tickling them and Kurt couldn’t stop himself from giggling or keep his feet from kicking a bit in an effort to get away from him. Kurt struggled for a little while, his whole body moving with some laughter before finally breaking free. Kurt swung his feet off dramatically and flipped himself around just in case, his feet now hanging off the opposite arm of the couch.

“That’s enough,” Kurt said with a small huff, his cheeks pink from the laughter and all the squirming. He adjusted himself to lay his head on Puck’s lap instead and informed him, “I can assure you this definitely won’t mess up your jacket and I am not ticklish here, either, so there.”

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

“You never know. I bet there’s more than you think,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t know Kurt was gay until he told him, so there were probably other people around that were keeping it a secret. Puck laughed at the mention of Kurt’s dad. “Yeah, we’ll make a good team. I can totally see him doing that,” Puck said with a smirk. “That would definitely scare off any douche bags. Your dad is intimidating enough without a huge gun in his hands.” Kurt had mentioned that his dad hunted and had guns, but actually think about a pissed off Burt Hummel armed with a rifle was enough to  make Puck a little nervous. It’s not like he ever wanted to do anything to hurt or upset Kurt in any way, but the idea of being chased down by his dad was enough to make him even more cautious than usual.

Puck rolled his eyes as Kurt pointed out that he picked a movie that Puck liked last time. “Yeah yeah, well nobody forced you to do that,” he reminded him, ignoring the fact that they didn’t even finish that movie completely after Kurt’s announcement that was pretty distracting for both of them. He just gave him a look as Kurt patted his cheek, but his eyes immediately widened when Kurt told him to be careful to not get ice cream on his jacket. He hadn’t even thought of that. He reached down and opened the jacket up more so if he made a mess it got on his t-shirt instead.

He looked up when Kurt started to talk about the TV show that was on. “Hey, I’ve seen this before. My mom watches this sometimes,” he said and took another bite of his frozen yogurt. “It’s pretty funny. Jo is a total bad ass.” He grinned when he realized he recognized the episode just from the first couple lines. “But yeah, Jo and Blair are totally lezzing out together. I feel bad for the other two having to share a room with them.”

After eating a few more spoonfuls, he swapped pints with Kurt and had some of the cookies and cream before setting the pint back down on the table. Then he wrapped himself up tighter in his jacket and adjusted himself on the couch, turning to lay back against the arm of the couch and get comfortable.

Kurt would’ve laughed at the idea of there being other gay guys, but it was too sad to even think about how wrong Noah was on that. He was pretty much 100% sure he was the only gay boy at Lima, and even if he wasn’t, who would even want a little scrawny guy like him? He did find himself smiling at the idea of his dad and Noah teaming up, though; Kurt loved how much they seemed to get along, and as much as Kurt wanted to date someday, having people help weed out the douchebags sounded nice. 

“I know,” Kurt admitted with a sigh. He rolled his eyes, partly just at his own behavior since he knew he was being a bit ridiculous. Kurt figured it was better to just focus on something fun on TV instead.

Kurt was excited to find out Noah had seen The Facts of Life and knew about it. “Yeah, she is,” Kurt agreed, smiling back over at his friend, “So I guess she’s your favorite, right?” Kurt knew how much his friend wanted his own motorcycle anyways. He laughed at how crudely Noah put it, but he had to agree. “Yeah. I mean, there’s a whole episode about Natalie losing her virginity and she’s the first one...supposedly. I can’t believe Jo and Blair didn’t do something together, but I guess a lot of people don’t count lesbian sex as real sex.” Kurt wrinkled his nose since it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to think about, and definitely something he could really understand in terms of how it worked. Hell, Kurt didn’t even know how gay male sex worked, either, not in real detail, but that was something he wasn’t going to think about for a long time.

“Of course, my favorite is Blair. Even when they had hideous 80s fashion, she still looked gorgeous and on point in every episode,” Kurt said with a proud nod. It was kind of funny how he and Noah liked the two who were obviously in love, but Kurt didn’t comment on that.

While Noah stopped having ice cream pretty quickly, Kurt couldn’t stop himself from downing a fair amount of the fro-yo they had gotten. It was weird, since Kurt didn’t eat that much, but he had noticed lately that he had been eating a lot more since, well, he was hungry a lot more often. Kurt knew most guys, especially teen guys, did, though, so he figured he was just finally going through some puberty. Hey, maybe his voice would even finally change. As much as Kurt loved singing women’s songs, he needed to learn some men’s musical theater besides “Mr. Cellophane”, and he needed more low notes to do that. 

Kurt eventually put his pint down, though and leaned on the arm of his side of the couch. Just because he could, Kurt put his legs on the couch, his feet going to Noah’s lap, partly just to annoy him a little bit. “Mmm, comfy,” Kurt said with a grin.

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Puck rolled his eyes. “No shit,” he said with a sigh and looked down at his pants, tugging at the material. He didn’t even understand what Kurt meant by them needing tailored, because he thought they looked fine. He couldn’t help but laugh as Kurt suggested his mom could do it. “No way. I love my mom, but she’d probably end up sewing both legs together or something.” He just shook his head. He loved his mom a lot, but she couldn’t do any of that typical mom stuff. She wasn’t very bright, either, but she tried. Usually. “It’s whatever anyways. They look fine.”

Watching Kurt’s reaction to the jacket was pretty interesting. Puck honestly had no idea what he was going to do in response, but he looked pretty impressed with how he looked in it, despite the comical size. He frowned a bit when Kurt suggested that he’d never get one of his own, because Puck genuinely believed that he could if he’d just try, but he also knew that Kurt would probably never try, and he’d never push it on him, even if he kind of wanted to.

He raised an eyebrow when Kurt talked about his future boyfriend. Puck really didn’t have any issue at all with his friend being gay, but hearing him openly talking about stuff like that was just.. different. New. He wasn’t entirely used to it yet. And it was also hard to picture Kurt dating anyone.. not in a mean way, because Kurt was awesome and should date anyone he wanted to date, but.. maybe it was pretty selfish, but Puck didn’t like the idea of having to compete with someone else for Kurt’s time. He liked getting to hang out with him pretty much whenever he wanted. But he probably didn’t need to worry about it right now anyway, because Puck was pretty sure there weren’t even any other gay guys at their school.

“You will. Your future boyfriend is one lucky dude. For one, he gets to date you. And two, I didn’t kick his ass. You know anyone you’re gonna date has to get best friend approval, right?” he asked him, taking a step over so he was facing Kurt. He smirked and nudged his friend, but he was partially serious. He wouldn’t let any punk ass dude hurt his best friend.

Puck took the jacket and put it back on over his pajamas, then plopped down on the couch and drank some of his water before Kurt came back out and joined him. He raised an eyebrow as he capped his water and set it back down. “Umm… you do realize that last time I picked a movie, I picked one of your favorite ones?” he said, giving him a puzzled look and smiling a little in the process. “How exactly do we compromise from there?” He just shook his head and reached for his pint of froyo and a spoon, settling back into the couch. “You can pick though, it really doesn’t matter to me,” he told him and dug his spoon into his pint. “We don’t even have to watch a movie. I’m down for whatever.” Puck obviously liked watching movies with Kurt a lot, but he couldn’t remember the last time he stayed awake for an entire one.

“They do,” Kurt said. “It was just a suggestion. Things that are a bit more form fitting can come across a lot more flattering, that’s all.” He gestured to his own pants for example and shrugged, “You look fine anyways, though; forget I mentioned it.” He did wonder briefly about Noah’s mom; he still hadn’t met her, and Puck didn’t bring her up often, so Kurt was very curious as to what she was like.

Kurt looked at Noah just in time to see him raising an eyebrow, causing Kurt to look back down sheepishly. Maybe it was too soon to bring that stuff up, even if Puck went on about how supportive he was; this was probably pushing his limits. Kurt was about to tell Noah to forget he said anything when his friend finally spoke. 

Honestly, it made Kurt blush a bit and he shook his head. “I don’t think I’m going to find many gay guys in Lima, Ohio,” Kurt said with a snort. The only other gay people he had even heard of were Rachel’s dads, and they certainly weren’t available or age appropriate or, based on that picture in Rachel’s locker, cute. Well, not in the traditional sense. And that was one of many reasons why he was planning on moving to New York as soon as he could. He did smile when Noah said any boyfriends would have to get Noah-approved. “I think my dad already plans on bringing out his hunting rifle, so you might have to get in line,” Kurt teased. They actually hadn’t discussed that possibility yet, and Kurt was sure his dad wouldn’t be prepared for it if he even brought it up, but it was something he could imagine his dad doing.

At Noah’s reminder, Kurt frowned. “Well...I guess. But last time I picked, I picked a movie for you. So...” Kurt laughed when Noah said he could pick it and he pat him appreciatively on the cheek. “You’re the best. I guess that’s why you’re varsity -- and watch out for ice cream,” Kurt said, gesturing to Noah’s jacket before opening his own fro yo. He picked up the remote and turned the TV to TV Land, which he figured they could watch before planning a movie. He wasn’t planning on TV Land to currently be playing one of his favorite shows of all time, The Facts of Life.

“Oh my god, we have to watch this,” Kurt insisted. “It’s a classic. And it’s perfect; pretty girls for you, and all the gay subtext in the world for me,” he said cheerfully, turning up the volume as the theme song started playing. 

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

“Froyo sounds awesome,” Puck nodded, picking his backpack off the floor and throwing it over his shoulder again. He paused when Kurt commented on his outfit and started to touch his shirt, just looking down at his clothes and then at Kurt. Sure, they were nice enough, but it was just pretty plain dress pants and a shirt. He figured it was just unusual for Kurt to see him in anything nicer than his usual t-shirt and jeans, or sweatpants like he usually wore when he stayed over.

“Thanks,” he said genuinely, because he knew Kurt was serious about clothes, so he figured a compliment from him was something to take to heart. His eyes widened when he mentioned his pants though, immediately looking down at his legs. “Tailor them? Do you actually think I know how to do that?” He gave his friend a look and shook his head as he followed him into the kitchen. He was pretty sure his mom couldn’t do that either.

Puck leaned against the counter as Kurt got the pints out. “Both sound good. I’ll start with the chocolate, but you better give me a taste of the cookies and cream,” he said. “Yeah, I brought extra clothes. I can only stay in nice clothes for so long before I get crap all over them. This might be a record, actually.” He chuckled and followed Kurt through the house and down to the basement, setting his bag down on the couch.

He didn’t waste any time, carefully taking off his new jacket and setting it on the back of the couch. Then he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and put it on a hanger that he had in his bag, then hung it on the door knob. “See? I was prepared because I knew you’d give me shit for folding it up in my bag,” he teased. Puck slipped off his undershirt and threw it in his bag, exchanging it for a looser fitting shirt and putting it on. Then he did the same with his pants, slipping on his sweats before folding his pants once and hanging them on the same hanger with his shirt.

Puck grabbed his jacket again to put it back on, even though he knew it was kind of tacky, he didn’t care. He was excited, okay? But when he went to put his arm in the sleeve, he stopped himself and turned toward Kurt. “C’mere,” he said with a smirk as he walked over to him, holding it open. “Try it on.”

He helped Kurt’s arms into the sleeves and adjusted it on his shoulders, chuckling a little when he realized how huge it was on the smaller boy, but it was a little big on him too, so he should have guessed. He turned Kurt toward the large mirror on the wall. “Pretty awesome, huh?” he asked, putting his hands on Kurt’s shoulders.

“...You know they have professionals who tailor clothes, right? They’re even called tailors,” Kurt said with a dry expression. He paused before cracking a smile and nudging Noah to let him know he was just kidding around. “And, I mean, your mom could probably do it. Or I could,” Kurt said with a shrug, “It’s not hard for pants.”

Kurt nodded in agreement and added, “As long as I get plenty of chocolate as well. Could you grab some water? Sugar makes me so thirsty.” He laughed a bit at Noah admitting he couldn’t stay cleaning, shaking his head a little. At least he could understand with ice cream, but how could he just get random messes was something Kurt did not understand about his friend. 

Once he was downstairs, Kurt pulled out some old sweats he never had worn around Noah (this was definitely the most underdressed he’d be in front of anyone who he wasn’t related to) and a T-shirt that was a bit too big for him. When Noah started talking, Kurt turned out to see him unveiling a hanger, which made Kurt oddly proud. “Wow, I’m super impressed!” Kurt said. 

Then Puck took off his undershirt and quickly turned away. He studied his pajamas, as if they were actually interested, fighting off the urge to look back. It was very, very tempting. While Noah had changed in front of him before, now that Kurt was out he had to make sure he didn’t creep him out and think he was some predatory gay guy like Sandy Ryerson or something. Still, Kurt stole a small peek. What? It wasn’t like he had before, and he was just interested in seeing a guy without a shirt

...And Noah looked really fucking good without a shirt.

Kurt turned back away after a moment, his throat weirdly dry. Then Noah spoke to him and Kurt turned back around. Noah walked over to him and Kurt put the sweats down, thinking for a moment that Noah had caught him looking. Thankfully, Noah hadn’t and just held the jacket open for him. 

Kurt looked up at him with a shy grin before turning back around so Puck could help him get the coat on him. He let Noah turn him to the mirror and Kurt looked at his reflection with wide eyes and a slightly dropped jaw.

Of all the things he ever imagined wearing, it was not a varsity letterman’s jacket. Kurt stepped a bit closer and looked himself over. Honestly, he didn’t think they were that cute, but, hey, he somehow managed to pull it off, at least. “Wow,” Kurt said softly, turning around to look at it from every angle, even though it was completely drowning him; he had to hope he would get another grown spurt sometime. “Too bad I’ll never get one of these,” he sighed. “I mean, I don’t know, I could maybe swim or something, but...” Kurt trailed off with another sigh. He would never master any sport, as much as he wanted to one day.

Kurt smiled as he turned back to face the mirror head on. With how big it was, it was kind of like those sappy teen shows where the girl got to wear her boyfriend’s jacket. “Maybe my future boyfriend will let me wear his,” Kurt said with a happy sigh. “If I can ever find a guy willing to date me.” He looked up in the mirror and saw Noah’s reflection behind him and shifted a bit. While he was obviously out now, it felt weird talking so casually about that.

With one last look in the mirror, Kurt took it off and handed the jacket back to Noah before grabbing his sweats to change in the restroom. There was no way he could undress himself in front of Noah; it wasn’t even some sexuality thing, he was just way too insecure about how skinny and un-fit he looked. He quickly changed and folded up his clothes to put in his laundry hamper before leaving the bathroom.

Grabbing the ice cream and spoons, Kurt sat down on the couch and asked, “So, if I let you pick a movie, are you going to make me watch another superhero thing?” Kurt already wasn’t used to other people choosing movies (if he ever tried watching something with his dad, it was normally something Kurt had picked anyways since his dad didn’t really care), and he definitely wasn’t used to watching as many action movies as Noah chose. “We should find some compromise at some point.”

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Puck was grateful for the excuse to stop shaking Mr. Hummel’s hand when Kurt said he needed to take pictures of him. He moved back against the wall and struck a few poses; hands on his hips, hands in his pockets, arms up in a flex, and a couple where he tried to look tough and cool and like he wasn’t just totally freaking out and spinning in circles from excitement.

“We had dinner at the banquet, but I could go for some dessert or something, yeah,” Puck nodded, laughing again as Kurt started to rub at the sleeves of his jacket. “I can’t believe it either. I seriously had no freaking idea this was gonna happen.” 

When Burt spoke again, Puck turned to look at him. “Thanks, Mr. H. And yeah, you’ll definitely have to come to a game. That would be awesome,” he said, nodding enthusiastically. Burt started to excuse himself to leave, but Puck stopped him, grabbing Kurt’s phone.

“Before you go, can you take a picture of us together?” he asked him hopefully, opening Kurt’s camera again and handing him the phone. Burt just shrugged and agreed, waiting for them to get situated how they wanted to. Puck yanked Kurt’s arm and pulled him over to him in front of the wall where he stood before, wrapping his arm around the shorter man’s shoulders. After making sure the letter on his jacket was super visible, he smiled wide and Burt took the picture, handing Kurt the phone before saying good night and heading back to his bedroom.

Puck snatched the phone from Kurt so he could look at the picture. “We look damn good… don’t we, jacket?” he said jokingly, stroking the letter on his chest. He nudged Kurt’s and laughed. “You look alright, I guess.” 

“So.. dessert. Can this really happen? What are our options?” he asked as he bent down to untie his dress shoes, carefully slipping them off and placing them on the mat near the door. He wanted to change out of his dress clothes and into his pajamas, but he honestly didn’t even want to take the jacket off for that short of time.

Kurt’s eyes widened when Puck asked his dad to take a picture of the two of them. But he soon smiled brightly and nodded at his dad. It, of course, took his dad a while to figure out how to even take a picture (how did adults not figure out that you literally just had to press the big button??), but Kurt couldn’t say he minded too much. There was definitely something nice about Noah’s hand wrapped around his shoulders. Kurt responded in kind by wrapping his arm around Noah’s waist, smiling up at his dad as he waited for him to take the picture.

Kurt took his phone back once his dad was done and thanked him. Impressively, his dad managed to actually focus it and no one’s eyes were closed or anything. Before he could even hand it to Noah, Noah had taken his phone to look at it closely. “Yeah, it’s a good one,” Kurt said, soon rolling his eyes as Puck added that he was talking about his jacket. Kurt playfully slapped him which made Puck nudge him playfully back. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks,” Kurt said.

“I do have some ice cream,” Kurt said at the topic of dessert. “…Well, technically frozen yogurt, since I try to avoid anything with high amounts of sugar and saturated fats near my dad; he has his one donut a week and that’s enough,” Kurt added seriously. He waited for Noah to completely slip out of his dress shoes and took the time to finally look at his outfit underneath the jacket.

“That’s a nice outfit,” Kurt said. He stepped forward, unable to help himself, and ran a hand over the dress shirt and its buttons underneath the jacket, simply inspecting the fabric of the shirt. It definitely wasn’t high caliber like most of his collection, but it was definitely a nice cut, especially with Puck’s body underneath it.

Kurt took a step back after a few more moments, noting out loud, “You might want to tailor the pants a bit, though.” He smiled up at Noah and gestured for him to follow him to the kitchen. “What are you feeling? We have a cookies and cream frozen yogurt and we have a chocolate one.” Kurt looked off to the side thoughtfully for a moment and suggested, “We could also just take both to the basement and finish them off together. You know, in place of popcorn, since we’re celebrating tonight.” He looked over Noah’s outfit again before saying, “But either way, you need to change into something else, since you do not want to have to dry clean those clothes if you can avoid it.”

Soon, Kurt grabbed two spoons and both pints of fro yo, and led Noah back down to the basement. He figured he might as well change into pajamas, too, maybe even one of his sweats just in case it did get messy like he feared. Kurt had never worn sweats before in front of Noah, but, well, there was a first time for everything.

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

Seeing Kurt’s eyes immediately widen at the sight of him just made Puck smile even wider. Even though it had been at least a half hour since he got the news, it still felt like it just happened seconds ago, the shock still incredibly fresh in his mind. He didn’t answer, just grinning at the other boy before he finally put it all together and launched himself at Puck in a huge hug.

Puck laughed and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, picking him up in his excitement and spinning around in circles until he made himself dizzy. Honestly, maybe it was stupid or sad or something, but Puck couldn’t remember ever being this genuinely excited about anything. He’d never felt completely overwhelmed with emotion all at once before. It was like he got punched in the throat by excitement and he didn’t even know how to handle it other than bouncing around like a psychopath. He was so grateful to finally be with Kurt, who he knew wouldn’t judge him for how goofy he was being. There was no way he could have reacted like this at the banquet in front of the other guys, or even in front of his mom.

When he finally set Kurt down, he laughed when he realized how dizzy he was, still holding onto the other man tight to keep his balance. “Thanks, Kurt,” he beamed, still laughing softly. “I’m seriously so freaking stoked. I can’t believe this. This just happened right at the end of the banquet. I couldn’t wait to tell you. This is so awesome. Coach said some really cool things about me too.”

Puck had been so wrapped up in his excitement and trying to make himself not dizzy that he didn’t even notice Kurt’s dad walk into the room until he finally spoke.

‘What’s all the hubbub?’ he asked, looking at both Puck and Kurt who were still holding onto each other pretty tight. Puck smiled and let go of Kurt, backing away from him to show Mr. Hummel his new jacket.

“I made varsity, sir. First freshmen to do it in 18 years,” he explained, still grinning proudly.

Burt smiled and nodded, really liking what he was hearing, and walked over to Puck, clapping him on the shoulder. ‘Hey, that’s awesome, kiddo! Good for you,’ he told him, shaking Puck’s hand with his other hand. ‘Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.’

Puck shook Burt’s hand and thanked him, nodding a little nervously. As well as the two got along, and even for as nice as he was, Puck still found his friend’s dad to be one of the most intimdating people he’d ever met.

Kurt eagerly kicked up his legs behind him as Puck lifted him up and spun him around. He giggled and held Noah tighter for support, slowly getting dizzy as Puck kept spinning longer than Kurt expected. Finally Noah let him down and Kurt stumbled backwards as he got on his feet. Still laughing like crazy, though still listening to what Noah said as they both held onto each other in an attempt to get balanced.

“I’m so glad you got to tell me so soon!” Kurt said, his chinks that were already pink from laughter getting a bit pinker at the idea that Noah wanted to tell him so badly. “Of course she did! Who doesn’t have awesome things to say about you?” Kurt said, still gripping Noah tight as he leaned in close to him.

Kurt’s head whipped around when he heard his dad’s voice. Kurt grinned at Noah and stepped away to finally close the front door. Then Kurt pulled his phone from his pocket, pausing for a moment as his dad smiled at his friend. It was kind of bittersweet seeing him so excited about something Kurt would never have, but Kurt was too happy for Noah to get too upset about it.

Instead, Kurt opened his phone app and said, “Okay, I’ve got to get a picture. Or, like, twenty.” He laughed and directed Noah to pose against the wall. “Look at Noah Puckerman, a freshman who got a letter! I’m so proud of you!” Kurt took several pictures before he stopped and teased, “I might even let you pick the movie tonight -- well, maybe that’s going too far, but I’ll think about it.”

After a few more pictures, Kurt asked, “Are you hungry? We have leftovers. We could make some dessert, too.” He got closer to Noah again and rubbed his jacketed arms in excitement. “I can’t believe you made varsity!” Kurt exclaimed again, very unaware of the curious look Burt was giving him. His dad had definitely never seen his son act like that around anyone, and after the past week...well, he was definitely a bit confused.

He was just sure that Noah couldn’t be gay, right?

‘Well, I’m definitely too full for anything else,’ Burt said, pretty sure the other two even forgot he was there. ‘Congrats again, Puckerman; I guess I gotta check out one of your games sometime next year, huh?’ He clapped both of them on the shoulder before going to his room to relax.

[puckpuckgoose]

cause for celebration.

Even though Puck loved playing football, it was kind of a relief that the season was finally over. They got two weeks into the playoffs before they faced a team that was just on a different level that knocked them out, and even though it was disappointing, Puck was looking forward to a little free time. Sure, he wouldn’t have very much of it because basketball practices started up soon, but at least he’d have Thanksgiving break and his birthday to look forward to before that happened. 

The ending of any sports season came with the end of the season banquet. Puck had been through this before, but never with the high school team, so he was excited and a little nervous as he got ready in his nicest outfit, a pair of black dress pants and a dark red button up shirt, and headed to the school with his mom. 

The banquet ended up being pretty much the same as the junior high team’s banquets were. Everyone was recognized and given a certificate, they watched some clips from the season and reflected on the highlights, and of course spend some extra time celebrating the seniors who wouldn’t be returning the next year. The very last part of the banquet was the letter ceremony, where all of the players receiving letters were recognized. Puck smiled and clapped for his older teammates, happy to see everyone being rewarded for their hard work, even the ones that had been dicks to him all season.

‘We have one more letter to give out tonight,’ Coach Beiste said as she stood at the podium. ‘It’s not very often that we give varsity letters to freshmen. It’s happened a few times in the past, but it’s rare. 18 years ago rare. But it does happen. And it’s happening tonight.’

Puck just narrowed his eyes in confusion and looked around at some of the other freshmen, who all looked just as puzzled as he was.

‘I’ve gotta say, I’ve really been impressed by this guy. Not only did he meet 3 of the 4 criteria for lettering just in his freshman year, but he managed to do it while balancing some other school activities, which is never easy. He’s been a great addition to our team this year, and we wouldn’t have made it as far as we did in the post season without him. So, Noah Puckerman, get up here, kiddo.’

Puck’s eyes widened in shock and he immediately looked at his mom, who also looked surprised but also encouraging. She smiled and patted him on the back, encouraging him to get up, and he finally did, still looking kind of confused as he walked through the cafeteria and up to Coach Beiste. She gave him a huge hug before handing him another certificate and held out his very own letterman’s jacket to him. He grinned at that and slipped his arms into the sleeves, letting her adjust it on him and then clapping him on the shoulder before he made his way back to his seat. He was too busy being amazed to really look around that much, so he missed the glares coming from Karofsky and the other freshmen. Not that he would have given a shit anyways.

Puck was still on cloud nine once the banquet ended, a dumb smile on his face the whole ride to Kurt’s house. He kept his arms around himself and studied the jacket until they finally got there, and he said bye to his mom, grabbed his bag, and jumped out of the car. He knew Kurt’s dad was home, so he just knocked excitedly a few times and waited until Kurt finally opened the door.

“Notice anything different about me?” Puck asked immediately, before the door was even open the whole way. He puffed out his chest and adjusted the jacket, grinning down at Kurt. “First freshman to make varsity in 18 seasons.”

[hummelkurtie]

Surprising Kurt the most in his coming out process was the ease of the act and aftermath of coming out to his dad. 

See, Kurt had waited about a week or so before he was finally ready to tell his dad. He did it on a Thursday night after Noah had left, so his dad was in a good mood after having a great homemade dinner and seeing his son interact with a good guy who he was fond of as well. Kurt also figured that if it went horribly, at least Noah wasn’t there and he’d have the next school day away from him.

...Okay, Kurt didn’t really think it was going to be that bad. Kurt knew his dad loved him, even if they didn’t really have, well, anything in common at all. His dad loved him and Kurt loved him back, but even the most loving parents could have trouble accepting this. And with all the good luck he had with his first two coming out moments, he was kind of nervous his luck would twist in some cruel version of the comic rule of three, ending with his third and arguably most important coming out moment falling apart. But when his dad came down to Kurt’s room to say goodnight, Kurt hanging out in the sweats he usually wore for pajamas at home (the sets were for special occasions and, most recently, sleepover guests), he managed to spit the words out. 

And his dad said he knew. Since he was three.

Burt reassured his son that he loved him, even if he wasn’t “crazy” about the idea. He promised it was something he was going to work on, and Kurt didn’t need to change.

And for the first time in years, Kurt hugged his father. He didn’t even realized it had been that long since he did that, but between going through the whole teenager thing and trying to hide who he was, Kurt hadn’t even had that simple contact for so long, at least nothing like this one. It was tight and loving and warm and it made Kurt’s eyes tear up even more. Once his dad left, Kurt let out several tears of mixed emotions before finally finishing his bedtime routine and texting Noah and his girls that he had some big news he’d tell them about at school the next day.

The week following that moment was one of the best in Kurt’s recent memory. The wall between him and his dad seemed to be crumbling, and the two felt an ease that hadn’t been there for a long time. Usually they needed a buffer, like Noah or one of Burt’s employees or fishing buddies, for them to ever really talk. Now they were joking and actually talking beyond their Friday Family Dinners.

They just had one of those before Noah came over. Kurt had just put the final dish back in the dishwasher when he heard a knock on the door. Kurt excused himself (his dad was helping with the clean up) and went to answer the door.

When he unlocked and opened the door, he wasn’t surprised to see Puck, of course. Even if he already hadn’t had a pleasant dinner with his dad, he would’ve been smiling at just seeing him there. But when Kurt took in the sight of his friend in a letterman’s jacket, a varsity jacket, Kurt’s jaw dropped.

“Oh my god, is that...?” Kurt looked up at Noah, his eyes wide as Puck confirmed what it was (though he noted how cute it was that Puck puffed out his chest like that in his pride). Between all the good things happening in his life plus this great thing from Noah, Kurt just was too freaking excited and happy. As the saying went, it really seemed that the dog days were over.

“Oh my god, Noah!!! Oh my god, you deserve this so much and -- oh my god varsity!” Kurt cheered, practically yelling it. Without even thinking, Kurt jumped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around his best friend’s shoulders in complete innocence. “I’m so proud of you! And so happy for you! Eighteen years!”

[hummelkurtie]

your friends will tell you who you are.

It took Kurt to process that he was actually out to anyone. He avoided talking about it with Noah for a while, and instead spent time with him talking about basically everything else, carefully steering the conversation so his sexuality or his want/need to come out to his other friends. It was all too confusing and fresh on his mind, and he wanted to hang onto the blissful ignorance about it for as long as possible.

Finally, Kurt brought it up again, informing Puck that he was coming out to Tina and Mercedes after glee club, before their usual Thursday night dinner/homework ritual. He wanted Puck to be warned just in case he was upset afterwards if it went poorly, or if he took a bit longer to get back to his place. Kurt already assured Noah he could just let himself in with Kurt’s key, since his dad wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. 

Glee club seemed to fly by, and, before he knew it, he was waving goodbye to Noah as he left the choir room. Tina and Mercedes then turned to Kurt as the three of them sat in the empty choir room. They’d often spend time on Thursdays just talking about glee club drama or the teachers they disliked or anything in between, nothing too fancy or elaborate. But this time, Kurt had asked them to stay afterwards specifically, keeping silent on what he wanted to talk about.

‘So, what’s up?’ Tina asked.

‘Yeah, do you have something to add to the never ending saga of Finn and Rachel or something?’ Mercedes asked with raised eyebrows. Kurt shook his head, feeling a bit sick at what he was about to do. He wished it was as simple as what his two friends normally discussed.

“No. I mean, let’s be honest; they’re so transparent it’s very unlikely any of us will have dirt on them that they don’t somehow expose to everyone else first,” Kurt said dryly. His friends agreed with a laugh and Kurt relaxed a bit. He had practiced, yet again, what he was going to say, and it was much simpler this time. And, well, even if this ruined things...at least he still had Noah.

Thinking of Noah helped Kurt relax more. He cleared his throat and said, “Since you two are some of my closest friends, and I’ve loved hanging out with you so much, I figured...well, I should tell you something.” Kurt nervously pushed back his bangs before he continued, “And I know you like gossip, but I also hope you let this stay between the two of us, at least for a little bit longer.” Kurt was pretty sure he’d eventually be okay with Tina and Mercedes spreading the word themselves, since coming out to everyone else was just a bit too daunting to him.

His friends looked to each other in concern and confusion before looking back at Kurt. ‘Of course, Kurt,’ Mercedes agreed as Tina nodded. ‘Are you okay?’

‘You’re not like...sick or anything, are you?’ Tina asked.

Kurt shook his head immediately. “No, no. Nothing like that. I mean...” he shook his head, “I’m not, but I’m sure some think I am. But I’m not. I’m not sick or crazy or anything. I’ve always been this way.” After a deep breath, Kurt admitted, “I’m gay.”

His friends looked at each other in silence as Kurt waited for their response. Finally Mercedes looked back at him and said, ‘...Okay. I’m glad you told us, but...we kind of already knew?’ Kurt’s eyebrows raised as Mercedes nodded.

‘I mean, yeah. Well, I guess we assumed. We didn’t know, but, well...’ Tina trailed off, obviously not sure what to say.

Mercedes stepped in again, ‘We’re so proud you told us, though! That’s awesome! I know it’s got to be scary.’ Tina nodded enthusiastically in approval, gushing as well. Before they knew it, the two girls had engulfed Kurt in a big hug and Kurt just let out a laugh. He couldn’t believe something that had scared him so much was so easy.

The three of them then talked about it and other issues surrounding it for a long time, like how scared Kurt had been, how everyone seemed to assume and bully him for it, all of that. Finally, Kurt noticed the time on the clock and said he had to get going. Once they were all geared up for the Ohio weather, they walked out together.

‘So...have you told Puck?’ Mercedes asked, linking an arm with him while Tina did the same on his other side.

“I did actually, yeah,” Kurt said. He let out a small laugh and said, “All he said was Okay. I mean, just like that. And that he didn’t care and wasn’t like the other guys at school. I mean, I knew he wasn’t a jerk, but you can not be a jerk and still be homophobic, you know?” Kurt was just so proud that he managed to work that word into a sentence.

Both girls nodded as they walked, approaching the corner where they’d part ways, Kurt going one way and the girls another on the way home. ‘So,’ Tina started, grinning mischievously. ‘Is he your boyfriend?’

“What?!” Kurt responded immediately.

‘I mean, you call him Noah, you gave him a key so he could go to your place, you’re going home to him and are going to make him dinner...’ Tina listed as Kurt turned red.

‘Plus you two eat lunch together and hang out all the time. Puck always looks for you in glee when he arrives there first and he only seems to enjoy it when you’re there. If you are dating, we promise we won’t tell anyone,’ Mercedes reassured him.

Kurt stopped at the corner and said, “I hate to tell you there is nothing scandalous there. Noah is just my best friend -- best male friend at least. I only told him a couple weeks ago, anyways, so there’s really no reason to act like it’s such a big deal. I don’t even think about him that way.”

‘Okay, okay,’ Tina said, ‘I’m sorry for assuming.’ Kurt said it was no big deal and the three said their goodbyes and walked their separate ways.

As Kurt continued home, he thought about what they said. Maybe he and Noah were a bit couple-like. Kurt couldn’t deny that, as much as he would insist he didn’t, he had some more than friendly feelings for Noah. Kurt was sure there was no way he could ever act on those feelings, and even the idea of having a boyfriend seemed so daunting, but...well...what if Noah actually had those feelings back?

Kurt shook his head as he entered his house. There was no way Puck felt that way, and Kurt simply had a dumb crush on the first guy to be nice to him for years. There was nothing to get all worked up about.

Still, he smiled ear-to-ear as he found Noah struggling through some English homework in his room. When Noah looked up at him expectedly, Kurt simply said, “They were totally great. I’ll tell you more after you finish that chapter.” Of course, he already knew he wasn’t going to tell Noah everything.

Noah rolled his eyes but did what he was told, going back to work on his homework. Kurt smiled over at him for a little while before finally pulling out his own homework, glancing over at him every now and then in between geometry questions.

...Maybe he hadn’t told Mercedes and Tina everything, either.

[hummelkurtie]

just let me fade.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

It was nice to see Kurt smiling again, even though he still looked pretty distressed deep down. But Puck smiled back when Kurt said that he felt the same way, and then watched as Kurt picked up the remote and resumed the movie. Puck just stared at the screen, obviously pretty distracted from the storyline at this point, even though he’d seen the movie a hundred times anyway.

When Kurt spoke, Puck glanced over at him, seeing how troubled he was. He nodded. “Well, you don’t have to tell anyone unless you want to. And I obviously won’t tell anyone,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t think your friends would care anyway. Like Mercedes and Tina? They seem pretty chill.” He genuinely didn’t think they would care at all and would definitely still be Kurt’s friend. He kinda got some lesbo vibes from Tina, anyway, but he didn’t mention that.

“And your dad is a cool dude. Are you really worried about telling him?” Puck asked. He obviously had only known Burt Hummel for a few months, but he seemed to be a pretty nice and normal guy who obviously cared about his kid, even if he didn’t say much usually. “But you don’t have to tell anyone unless you want to and you’re ready. Just know I’ll be here for ya if you need me, alright?”

puckpuckgoose:

It was nice to see Kurt smiling again, even though he still looked pretty distressed deep down. But Puck smiled back when Kurt said that he felt the same way, and then watched as Kurt picked up the remote and resumed the movie. Puck just stared at the screen, obviously pretty distracted from the storyline at this point, even though he’d seen the movie a hundred times anyway.

When Kurt spoke, Puck glanced over at him, seeing how troubled he was. He nodded. “Well, you don’t have to tell anyone unless you want to. And I obviously won’t tell anyone,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t think your friends would care anyway. Like Mercedes and Tina? They seem pretty chill.” He genuinely didn’t think they would care at all and would definitely still be Kurt’s friend. He kinda got some lesbo vibes from Tina, anyway, but he didn’t mention that.

“And your dad is a cool dude. Are you really worried about telling him?” Puck asked. He obviously had only known Burt Hummel for a few months, but he seemed to be a pretty nice and normal guy who obviously cared about his kid, even if he didn’t say much usually. “But you don’t have to tell anyone unless you want to and you’re ready. Just know I’ll be here for ya if you need me, alright?”

Kurt shook his head. “No...I mean, I get what you mean, but I just want to be honest with them, you know,” he said. “I don’t want to lie to anyone about who I am anymore. I just...I can’t even speak sometimes, because I get so worried about telling them on accident and...I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it. I just get all in my head about how they’ll find out somehow...” Kurt trailed off instead of adding how he was afraid they’d hate him for that. While he was sure Noah was right about Tina and Mercedes, he was afraid they’d be more conservative than they led on.

He looked over at his stairs as Puck talked about his dad, as if his dad would come down them any moment. He nodded in confirmation that, yeah, he was terrified of telling his dad. More terrified than he was of telling anyone else. Kurt finally dropped his finger from his mouth, though, and looked back over at Noah. “Really?” Kurt asked, smiling softly at him. Yes, he knew Noah had reassured him so much already, but it was still so shocking to know just how much he cared about him.

Kurt slowly nodded. “Okay. I can...I can wait. I think I have some more speeches to prepare before I even try to tell anyone else,” he said, pulling a knee to his chest. 

Kurt just felt like a walking contradiction. He wanted to talk about it more, but he also wanted to pretend like it never happened. He wanted to rejoice over how successful it had been, but he also wanted to cry from all the work in front of him. Everything was overwhelming and confusing, but it was also so freeing and beautiful to finally be accepting himself. He didn’t even know how to put all of that in words.

“...I have no idea what’s happening in this movie,” Kurt said with a small laugh, taking a handful of popcorn. That was probably enough for now.

[hummelkurtie]

just let me fade.

[hummelkurtie]

puckpuckgoose:

All Puck could do was stare back at Kurt, the two of them sitting there in silence. He wasn’t sure what else to say to him other than what he had already said. But then Kurt was suddenly lunging at him and throwing his arms around him. Puck’s eyes widened in surprise, not sure how to respond to this. But then he could hear the slightest bit of sniffles coming from Kurt and then he definitely started to panic. What was he so sad about?

“Hey, come on. Don’t cry. It’s okay,” he told him, nervously patting his back. But as Kurt started to thank him, he realized that he wasn’t crying because he was sad. He was crying because he was grateful or something, which was a relief to Puck, even if he didn’t understand why Kurt felt the need to thank him for being a decent person who was accepting of his friend.

Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him tight against his chest as he let Kurt get it all out of his system. He carefully rubbed his back, his chin resting in the crook of Kurt’s neck as they sat there for awhile. Finally, as he felt Kurt’s hold on him loosen, Puck gave him one more squeeze before letting him go, looking at his friend in concern once he was able to see his face again. The sight of his red and wet eyes made him frown instantly. He didn’t like seeing Kurt upset, even if he wasn’t actually upset right now.. whatever.

He reached for a tissue from the box on Kurt’s coffee table and held it up to  Kurt’s face, dabbing away the tears from his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me. You’re my best friend, dude. No matter what,” he said with a small smile. “But you’re welcome. You don’t have to hide anything from me, alright? You couldn’t scare me away if you tried. You’re stuck with me for life now, got it?” He gave Kurt a small smile, hoping that he’d make him feel better and also stop crying.

Kurt both felt better and worse when Noah hugged him back so tightly. It was good to know Noah really supported him back and really cared about him and didn’t think he was some freak for liking guys in that way. But then Kurt also felt like a complete loser for Noah having to tell him not to cry and for having to comfort him in the first place. It was kind of pathetic, wasn’t it? Yeah, he had been so worried and stressed and was still feeling all of that about telling everyone else, but he still felt so dumb for falling to pieces like that.

He felt even more embarrassed but grateful when Puck started wiping his face. Kurt took the tissue from him after a little bit, not wanting him to feel like he had to do that. He listened to him carefully, smiling in spite of himself as Noah told him how much he cared about him. It was almost too much to truly respond to, but Kurt slowly nodded at him. “...Okay. I think I can handle that,” Kurt said, smiling a little more. “I hope you know I feel the same way,” Kurt said softly. He didn’t elaborate; he just looked at his lap for a few more moments before finally grabbing the remote and starting the movie again. “I guess we should go back to the X-Men, right?”

Kurt bit his lip and looked at the TV, not really watching what happened. “Thank you, again,” he said quietly. “I just don’t even know how to tell anyone else...especially my dad,” Kurt said, not even really thinking about what he was saying or how they were supposed to be watching a movie. He started to bite on his thumbnail without thought, still unable to believe he even told his best friend anything at all. He couldn’t believe Noah didn’t just run away; would his other friends and his dad be that accepting, too?