“I’m going to get your sister,” she said after a moment of scrutinizing him. “We’ll talk about this after dinner. I swear, I have no idea what to do with you sometimes, Noah.”
His phone rang in his hand and he picked it up. “Hello?”
His mom closed his door and he sat down on his bed.
“Sorry,” Kurt said, clearing his throat softly. “I was, um, freaking out. A little. I may have screamed into a pillow out of joy. Or terror, I’m not sure which.”
“Why am I the only one who’s chill about this? My mom’s acting all weird now.”
“You told your mom?”
Puck frowned. “Duh.”
Kurt chuckled. “Okay, I see what Rachel, Quinn, and Mercedes meant. You’re sort of sweet in a really unintentional way. Just don’t serenade me to impress me, okay? Good hygiene impresses me more, as does punctuality and knowing how to dress yourself. I can handle two out of three, I suppose.”
Puck lay back on his bed and scratched his stomach. “Cool. No offense but I’m never going to wear the kind of shit you wear. Some of it’s really weird and it’s all really expensive. And I’d rather spend sixty bucks on a video game instead of a pair of jeans.”
“Sixty bucks?” Kurt scoffed. “Please, my Eugenia Kim captain’s hat cost more than twice that.”
“You spent more than a hundred and twenty dollars on a fucking hat? Why?” Puck asked incredulously.
“Because it goes with my Just Cavalli washed-out slate vest.”
“…sure. Slate means gray, right?” he asked, tapping out the beat to 'Come On Eileen' on his stomach.
Kurt chuckled. “Yes, Puck, slate means gray.”
“Alright, then.”
“I suppose the kissing can make up for the lack of fashion sense.”
“And the smile,” Puck reminded him with a grin. “Can’t forget the smile.”
“You can be ten minutes late everywhere you go with that smile,” Kurt said, and he sounded half-dreamy and half-teasing. He probably had that look like he was melting into the floor that he used to get whenever Puck would watch him stare at Finn. (Okay, so maybe he’d been predisposed to liking Kurt and hadn’t realized it. He was dealing with important shit at the time, okay?)
Puck bit his lip and smiled. “How about I’m on time everywhere I go and I smile anyways?”
He resisted the urge to look down to make sure he hadn’t grown boobs or started his period because what the fuck?
“I can deal with that,” Kurt said shyly. “Are you busy on Thursday night?”
“Nope.”
“Do you want to go out? Dinner and a movie is still the standard, right?”
Puck sat up and poked at a small hole in the knee of his jeans. “I guess. I don’t date much. Just when Santana would tell me to.”
“That’s…sad and pathetic. Breadsticks, then A-Team? My treat.”
Huh. Dating a guy might not be so bad.
“You want to go see A-Team?” Puck asked.
“It’s got something for both of us. It’s an action movie, so you’ll like it, and it’s got hot men who will probably be removing their shirts at one point or another, so it’ll be good for me, too. Plus I used to watch that show with my Dad. It’s kind of awesomely bad. If the movie sucks, we can always sneak into Toy Story 3, and don’t even try pretending you’re too old for Disney movies because then I’ll have to reconsider this whole thing. How’s six sound?”
“Make it six-thirty and I’ll pick you up. I can borrow the car from my mom.”
“Okay. Um, I’ll see you then, I suppose. My dad’s going to talk to Dave when he goes bowling with him on Friday, by the way.”
“Cool. Thanks. See you Thursday.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Puck hung up and smiled at his phone. “Fuck, he’s going to put out in, like, a week. Awesome.”
“Noah! Dinner!” his mom called.
He stood and opened his door. “Coming!” he called back as he walked down the hallway.
Because, really, was the world supposed to have ended or something just because he was going out with a guy?
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Yeah. IDK. Fluffy. Obvious written awhile ago if A-Team and Toy Story 3 were the movie options. lol
Also, I love Frank Turner. =D "Long Live The Queen" is one of my favorite songs, like, ever.
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His phone rang in his hand and he picked it up. “Hello?”
His mom closed his door and he sat down on his bed.
“Sorry,” Kurt said, clearing his throat softly. “I was, um, freaking out. A little. I may have screamed into a pillow out of joy. Or terror, I’m not sure which.”
“Why am I the only one who’s chill about this? My mom’s acting all weird now.”
“You told your mom?”
Puck frowned. “Duh.”
Kurt chuckled. “Okay, I see what Rachel, Quinn, and Mercedes meant. You’re sort of sweet in a really unintentional way. Just don’t serenade me to impress me, okay? Good hygiene impresses me more, as does punctuality and knowing how to dress yourself. I can handle two out of three, I suppose.”
Puck lay back on his bed and scratched his stomach. “Cool. No offense but I’m never going to wear the kind of shit you wear. Some of it’s really weird and it’s all really expensive. And I’d rather spend sixty bucks on a video game instead of a pair of jeans.”
“Sixty bucks?” Kurt scoffed. “Please, my Eugenia Kim captain’s hat cost more than twice that.”
“You spent more than a hundred and twenty dollars on a fucking hat? Why?” Puck asked incredulously.
“Because it goes with my Just Cavalli washed-out slate vest.”
“…sure. Slate means gray, right?” he asked, tapping out the beat to 'Come On Eileen' on his stomach.
Kurt chuckled. “Yes, Puck, slate means gray.”
“Alright, then.”
“I suppose the kissing can make up for the lack of fashion sense.”
“And the smile,” Puck reminded him with a grin. “Can’t forget the smile.”
“You can be ten minutes late everywhere you go with that smile,” Kurt said, and he sounded half-dreamy and half-teasing. He probably had that look like he was melting into the floor that he used to get whenever Puck would watch him stare at Finn. (Okay, so maybe he’d been predisposed to liking Kurt and hadn’t realized it. He was dealing with important shit at the time, okay?)
Puck bit his lip and smiled. “How about I’m on time everywhere I go and I smile anyways?”
He resisted the urge to look down to make sure he hadn’t grown boobs or started his period because what the fuck?
“I can deal with that,” Kurt said shyly. “Are you busy on Thursday night?”
“Nope.”
“Do you want to go out? Dinner and a movie is still the standard, right?”
Puck sat up and poked at a small hole in the knee of his jeans. “I guess. I don’t date much. Just when Santana would tell me to.”
“That’s…sad and pathetic. Breadsticks, then A-Team? My treat.”
Huh. Dating a guy might not be so bad.
“You want to go see A-Team?” Puck asked.
“It’s got something for both of us. It’s an action movie, so you’ll like it, and it’s got hot men who will probably be removing their shirts at one point or another, so it’ll be good for me, too. Plus I used to watch that show with my Dad. It’s kind of awesomely bad. If the movie sucks, we can always sneak into Toy Story 3, and don’t even try pretending you’re too old for Disney movies because then I’ll have to reconsider this whole thing. How’s six sound?”
“Make it six-thirty and I’ll pick you up. I can borrow the car from my mom.”
“Okay. Um, I’ll see you then, I suppose. My dad’s going to talk to Dave when he goes bowling with him on Friday, by the way.”
“Cool. Thanks. See you Thursday.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Puck hung up and smiled at his phone. “Fuck, he’s going to put out in, like, a week. Awesome.”
“Noah! Dinner!” his mom called.
He stood and opened his door. “Coming!” he called back as he walked down the hallway.
Because, really, was the world supposed to have ended or something just because he was going out with a guy?
----
Yeah. IDK. Fluffy. Obvious written awhile ago if A-Team and Toy Story 3 were the movie options. lol
Also, I love Frank Turner. =D "Long Live The Queen" is one of my favorite songs, like, ever.