Title: You Could Save me
Author: Fatebegins (http:/ fatebegins .livejournal .com/)
Rating: NC-17 / M
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Purt/Puckurt).
Summary: Puck is a bodyguard who takes on a privileged client. Sparks of all kinds fly.
Disclaimer: No Glee don't belong to me or to fatebegins, this history is not mine! But I have permission to post it here! (The original post: http:/ fatebegins .livejournal .com/15730 .html )
Warning: AU, violence, angst

Review? Please? *puppy eyes*

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Burt stared at the television blankly and then finally just turned the damn thing off. He wasn't sure what to feel. Hudson stocks, after a three week delay, had finally been opened for sale to the public. That had been two days ago and as of that moment Hummel Inc still hadn't bought a single share. In a way Burt felt proud, he wanted to destroy Finn for hurting his boy but he now realized that taking apart Hudson Corp would hurt the entire Hudson family and not just their psychotic son. He'd already caused them enough grief. Without his interference the Hudsons would be able to maintain a controlling share. Kurt was right, the way he did business needed to change. For a long time Burt had been so ruthless because he needed to survive, to raise his floundering family business into prosperity, but the company had been successful for years now. Any worry of bankruptcy had been erased when he'd unknowingly married Caroline, the sole heiress to a billion dollar oil industry.

Sighing, Burt uncapped a bottle of scotch. His late wife's family had had a big influence in his decision to try and be accepting of Kurt's new…friend. The way his wife's family had treated him still made him cringe. They had gone as far as to lock the silver up at night when he had spent a weekend at their estate after Caroline had passed. That had been the last time Burt had brought Kurt into their home. It wasn't so long ago that he didn't remember how it felt like to be judged right off the bat; he hadn't realized he was doing the same thing to Puckerman until after actually listening to Kurt. Burt still couldn't quite bring himself to call the hardened older man his son's boyfriend, but it was helping Burt a lot to see a new, softer side of Puck. That was due largely in part to the child that Puckerman was raising as his own.

Burt had only seen the boy up close once. Christmas night Puck had arrived on his doorstep with the sleeping child against his shoulder and a slew of suit cases. Looking up at Puck's determined face and remembering the deep depression that Kurt had fallen into had made the fight go out of him. Burt had found himself telling Puck to go wait in Kurt's room. As soon as he'd sent Kurt upstairs, Burt had made himself scarce.

That had been three weeks ago. Since then, Burt had locked himself up in his study when he wasn't jetting out on short business trips. Apparently, running a company ethically was just as exhausting as running a company without ethics. He had even sacrificed his tradition of having breakfast with his son.

Burt had come home this afternoon to a post it note, once again. It read 'Took Aidan to see Shrek on Ice, will be back soon. Love, Kurt.' Burt had tried not to feel sadness. He'd gotten so many of those little notes over the past weeks that he should be used to the sheer loneliness of the house by now.

On his way up the stairs that afternoon, Burt had almost tripped over a brown, stuffed rabbit. Picking it up and holding it gently between his hands, Burt had wondered not for the first time about the little boy. It was probably an old man's wishful thinking but the boy favored Kurt. His coloring had reminded Burt of Kurt when he was a child. Burt shook away the wistfulness that threatened to drown him. It was no use, even if he got to know the little boy Puckerman was going to take him and his own son away soon enough. Better to get used to the loneliness now.

That was how Burt found himself alone in his study, going over stock percentages while a tattered, long eared rabbit watched him forlornly from the corner of his desk. Burt pulled out some more of his files. He might as well try and get some work done.

Half and hour later, Burt yawned as a wave of fatigue swept over him; he hadn't slept properly in days. He'd just rest his head for a moment. The moment must have turned into a couple of hours because when he next opened his eyes, the sun was casting long shadows across the room.

"Damn." Burt stretched, he was getting way too old to fall asleep in chairs. His back was already aching.

"Daddy says that's a bad word."

Burt looked up startled. There, seated precariously on top of the arm rest of his chair, was a little boy. He was dressed in crisp denim jeans and a light blue v-neck sweater, his dark hair curled around his face messily. Aidan. "How'd you get in here?" Burt asked surprised.

"Kurth and me are playin' hide and seek." Aidan shrugged excitedly and the movement sent him closer to the edge of the armrest. Burt immediately rose to his feet, hurrying to steady the chair and stopping the child from no doubt falling to the ground. "I hide in here." Aidan smiled widely.

The child didn't seem afraid of him at all, Burt observed. Kurt had been like that as well, fearless and friendly. "Do you know who I am?" Burt questioned.

"Um." His face scrunched up. "Nope."

"I'm Kurt's Daddy." Burt explained.

"Oh! Kurth told me his Daddy goes to work! Do you live here?" His face brightened. "Do you know Caillou?"

"Of course." Burt agreed smoothly. He made a mental note to ask his assistant to track down this Caillou. "You know, I think I found something that belongs to you." Burt grabbed the stuffed animal off the desk deftly. "Is this rabbit yours?"

"Yeah! That's my Peter rabbit." Aidan stretched out his arms to receive the rabbit and Burt felt unreasonably proud that he had been the one to make the child smile. "Thank you." He hugged the bunny tightly.

"You're welcome, Aidan." Burt heard hurried footsteps and Kurt yelling Aidan's name. He would be sure to tell Kurt that hide and seek wasn't such a good idea in a house this large. "Kurt!" He could hear the rising panic in his son's voice.

"Dad, I'm really in the middle of an emergency right now -" Kurt skidded to a halt in front of Burt's open door, his eyes landing on Aidan in relief. "There you are." Kurt strode into the room and picked up the four year old. "Don't ever disappear like that again, okay?'

"I hide good." Aidan said proudly, unaware of the minor meltdown his disappearance had provoked.

"You used to give me scares like that all the time." Burt commented. "Got to the point where I just locked you in the office with me."

"I'm sorry that we interrupted your work." Kurt hefted Aidan onto his hip. "We'll just -"

"Kurt, it's okay." Burt insisted. "Really."

"It is?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you -" Burt began.

"You look sad." The little boy gazed back at him with wide, blue eyes. "Is it 'cause you have no friends?"

"Aidan!" Kurt blushed, looking at his Dad apologetically. " Sorry Dad, you know how kids have no filter."

"No, no. it's okay Kurt." Burt looked at the little boy who had buried his face in Kurt's neck, fearful that he'd done something wrong. "I guess I am a little bit lonely. Staying by yourself all day is never any fun, is it?"

Aidan agreed with a nod.

"Dad…" Kurt sounded taken aback.

"I can be your friend." Aidan announced.

"Really? I'd like that." Burt could see Kurt trying to make eye contact but resisted looking at his son.

"Sure I can. You got candy?" His eyes were hopeful.

Burt snorted out a laugh. "Sure do."

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"So what do you think?" Kurt bit his lip nervously as he rubbed the last of the scented lotion into his skin. The idea had been forming in his head since he had spent the evening with Aidan and his father. Kurt knew that Puck wouldn't necessarily go for it but he had to try.

"You can't really expect me to move into your dad's house!"

"Why not?" Kurt demanded, exasperated. "You were living there before!"

"I was working there Kurt, it was a job…this would be different."

"You didn't see him this afternoon. He's lonely, Puck! And we need a permanent place to stay." Kurt reasoned. "The house is mine, so why not stay there?"

"We need our own space." Puck stressed, looking at Kurt as he paced the floor. "We need a home."

"You've been living in a motel for the past two weeks, that's not a home."

"Well it's home for now." Puck eyed him as he stripped off his tee shirt, crawling between the covers. "And I haven't heard you complain."

"I'm complaining now!" Kurt let out a sound of frustration and Puck just rolled his eyes.

"You know, Aidan is with Mike tonight for a reason…don't you want to take advantage of the alone time?" Puck licked his lips slowly, his eyes roaming across Kurt's body. Kurt shivered beneath his perusal; he could literally feel Puck's eyes all over him, as strong as a touch.

"No." There was a task at hand and Kurt forced himself to focus. "No, I don't." Kurt grumbled. Even being mildly disgruntled, he still was very much interested in alone time. He just couldn't let Puck know that. Kurt drew the edges of his silk robe together before tying the sash around him tightly. Puck watched his movements, displeased. "I'm not in the mood."

"What are you on your period?" Puck muttered under his breath. Kurt whacked him across the arm, hard, and Puck gave a mock cry of pain, smiling. "Domestic abuse!"

"You could go weeks in my house without seeing my father if you put your mind to it!" Kurt jabbed him in the chest and Puck flopped down onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. They were at a stale mate.

"Kurt…" Puck sighed. Kurt knew that tone of voice.

Kurt considered his options. He'd picked up a few tricks from the time he'd spent with Puck. He could write a book on it. Kurt could see it now -'A Guide on How To Manipulate Noah Puckerman' - rule number one: when all else fails, pout.

"Then we'll talk about it in the morning." Kurt said. He flipped off the light switch. As soon as the room went dark Kurt felt Puck's hands sliding around him, pulling him across the bed and into his arms. Puck's hand slid down his chest to his flat stomach, working the tie loose. "Puck, I'm tired." He had to fight to keep the laughter out of his voice. Rule number two: If the pout doesn't work, deny sex.

"Don't be like that."

"It must be the strange atmosphere and place." Kurt replied his voice dripping saccharine. "Maybe if I was in a familiar surround -"

"You bitch." Puck nipped his neck playfully and Kurt yelped. "Are you really using sex to blackmail me?"

"Blackmail?" Kurt's voice was all innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fine," Puck agreed reluctantly. "But at the first sign of his snob bullshit, I'm taking Aidan - and your sweet ass - and high tailing it out of there."

"That's all I wanted to hear." Kurt felt relief flood through him and he relaxed on the bed, snuggling back against Puck's bare chest. "My Dad has had a complete change of heart, trust me. He loves Aidan and wants him around, I can tell."

Puck grunted in response, his hand reaching up to capture Kurt's fingers where they played against his chest. "How the fuck did I get so whipped?"

"It's 'cause you love me." Kurt sing songed, grinning at Puck evilly.

Puck moved swiftly, looming over Kurt. "You still tired then?"

Kurt shook his head slowly. He could feel the heat of Puck's hard cock digging into the cradle of his thighs. Puck rocked down into him, rubbing their erections together. Kurt let out a small sound of need and his fingers tightened on Puck's shoulders.

"You sure you're not too freaked out about the strange room?' Puck teased, nibbling across Kurt's collar bone, moving the silk nightshirt down one shoulder to further bare his sensitive flesh to his mouth.

"No." Kurt twined his arms behind Puck's head, pulling the other man forward so that their lips could meet in a kiss. Kurt licked his way into Puck's mouth, moaning at the heady taste of him.

"I should let you have your way more often."

"You should." Kurt moved out from underneath him. "I want to be in control tonight." He pushed Puck down onto his back and climbed over him. "I decide how deep, how fast." A smile curved his lips. "How long."

"Oh yeah?" Puck's hands settled on Kurt's waist, rubbing through the silk and lifting the material up Kurt's thighs.

"Oh yeah." Kurt scooted forward to press their mouths together, his tongue delving in deep to pull and push at Puck's. Kurt sucked on Puck's tongue, and Puck moaned low in his throat.

"It's your show, cowboy." Puck's entire body was tense, his cock achingly hard. Puck took out a bottle of lube from the nightstand while Kurt shed the rest of his clothes.

All Kurt knew was need and desperation as he uncapped the bottle of lube Puck had hurriedly thrust into his fingers. Pouring a generous amount into the palm of his hand, he swiped two fingers through the liquid and brought his slick fingers to his hole. His other hand slicked up Puck's cock, stroking his thick flesh firmly. Without hesitation, Kurt thrust two of his fingers up into himself, groaning at the sensation of being filled. Kurt gasped as he quickly prepped himself, aware of Puck's burning eyes fixated on his movements. Kurt rocked down unto his fingers, keening when Puck reached up to play with his nipples, pinching the hard flesh between his teeth and then sucking on them slowly.

Finally he was ready. Kurt reached behind him and grasped Puck's dick, pulling it out through the slit in his boxers and into his hands. He lifted up and guided the head to his entrance, flicking the tip against his hole teasingly until Puck clamped down on his hand, impatient. "Do it." Puck growled. "Ride me."

"Pushy." Kurt sank down onto Puck's slick cock, his thighs trembling with the effort to go slow and let himself adjust to Puck's thick length. The slight burn only provided more pleasure. When he was finally fully seated, Kurt shifted experimentally, gasping at the exquisite sensation that radiated up his spine.

"Fuck you're gorgeous." Puck thrust up into Kurt's tight channel and Kurt mewled arching his spine and pulling him in deeper. "You like that?" Puck held Kurt's hips and thrust up hard once more. 'So hot and tight." Kurt cried out.

"Stop, stop." Kurt panted. Puck immediately obeyed, stilling all his movements.

"Did I hurt you? Shit baby, I'm so -"

Kurt kissed the rest of his concerns away. "I'm in control tonight, remember? You're not allowed to move."

"I thought I was going to be rewarded?"

"Oh believe me," Kurt rose up onto his knees, lifting his hips until just the bulbous head of Puck's cock was inside of him and then slowly, slowly sank back down to the base. "This will be a reward." Kurt moved his hips in small circles, moaning softly as he rose and fell.

"Fuck yes." Puck stroked Kurt's cock slowly in time with Kurt's movements, fisting the head to make Kurt gasp and slam down unto him harder. "Love you so much, baby…you feel so fucking good." Puck moved one hand up Kurt's bare chest to slide into Kurt's hair. Gripping the long strands almost painfully, Puck jerked Kurt down into a rough kiss. His tongue drove deep into Kurt's mouth, mirroring the actions of his cock in Kurt's ass.

The sounds Puck was making were driving Kurt insane with pleasure. Knowing that he was pleasing his man filled him with a satisfaction that was indescribable. Closing his eyes tightly and bracing himself on Puck's chest, Kurt began to ride his boyfriend's cock, fast and hard, angling his hips so that Puck's cock hit his prostate.

"Shit…gonna…" Kurt's skin was bathed in a light sheen of sweat and it felt to him like he'd been doing this for hours. Kurt trembled, he was so close. but Puck was still hard and wanting inside of him. Kurt gripped Puck's cock tightly with his inner muscles and Puck swore. "Come for me baby…" Kurt urged, his hips a blur of movement as his own orgasm tore through him.

At the feel of Kurt clenching around him, Puck came, groaning Kurt's name as he filled him to the brim with his hot release.

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"….Happy birthday to you!" They finished singing and Kurt grinned widely, looking down at his huge sheet cake that was blazing with nineteen candles. He hugged Aidan close, his hands smoothing down his adorable blue polo and khakis.

"Blow out your candles!" Aidan demanded and Kurt could see the longing in his eyes.

"Let's blow them out together. On the count of three," He suggested and Aidan's eyes lit up. "One, two, three." Kurt blew out the candles, making sure to save a couple for Aidan to blow out alone. He hadn't counted on Chad planting trick candles in the mix and Aidan was almost in tears before they explained to him that Uncle Chad had put in magic candles.

After hearing the word magic, Aidan had been more intrigued than upset. Kurt laughed, watching Chad throw Aidan into the air. For awhile, after Kurt's abduction Chad and the others had refused to have anything to do with Burt. That had really bothered Kurt, but he'd had no choice but to accept their decision. But slowly the group's attitude had changed and now almost a year after the incident it was almost like it was before. Burt still maintained his distance and glared disapprovingly from time to time but everyone got along.

"I think every year you get older, I'll feel a little bit less like a pedophile." Puck teased, coming up behind him and kissing his neck.

"What's a pe-pedop…" Aidan struggled to pronounce the words. "What's the word you just said, Daddy?" Everyone froze for a moment. Kurt grinned inwardly. Aidan had ears like a bat when it came to hearing words they really didn't want him to learn. He also had a tendency to repeat those words at kindergarten. Kurt had had to sit through more than one awkward meeting with his teacher.

"It's pedophile." Mike filled in helpfully and Puck rolled his eyes when Chad and Dallas burst into laughter. At their amusement Aidan looked twice as interested in the word as he had been before.

"Daddy, you're a pedophile?" Aidan asked innocently. Chad broke into hysterical laughter and Katie punched him.

Kurt almost choked on his piece of cake. He really hoped against hope that Aidan wouldn't announce that to his teacher. That would be an interesting conference.

"Yes, do enlighten the boy, Puckerman." Burt scowled, but it was without heat and tinged with amusement.

In truth, during the months that Puck and Aidan had been living within the Hummel household, the two men had come to a gradual understanding and a mutual respect. They weren't best friend, not in the slightest, but they regularly spoke to one another.

"I'll let you take this one, Grandpa." Puck retorted, cracking open a beer.

"Grandpa?" Aidan asked, tugging on his pant leg.

One look from Aidan and Burt was flustered. "Hey Aidan, how about we go get some ice cream?" Burt suggested completely ignoring the question.

"Okay!" At the mention of his favorite treat Aidan promptly forgot about the new word he was trying to learn and skipped off hand and hand with his Grandpa. Kurt watched them go, a smile spreading across his face.

Turning nineteen would always be a special memory for him. Kurt had his family all together and under one roof, a feat he would always be proud of. He and Puck were stronger than ever. The more he learned about the other man the more he fell in love with him. Puck still worked in private security but no longer accepted long term jobs, choosing instead to do the clerical work of the company so he could be near Aidan and Kurt. The rest of the crew, Dallas included, still shipped out at will for undisclosed periods of time. They had just returned from a three month job in Miami. Kurt was eternally grateful that Puck had retired from that sort of work, he wasn't cut out for that kind of life.

The only dark spot in his life had been the trial of Finn Hudson and Quinn Fabray. While Finn had been sentenced to thirteen years in prison without parole, Quinn had merely received a two year sentence and would be eligible for parole in eleven months. Her lawyer had argued that drugs had influenced her decisions and while the judge had rejected the plea for no jail time and drug rehabilitation, he had gone much softer on the blonde.

Kurt shook away the bad memories and tried to focus on the now.

Right now, he was happier than he had veer been in his entire life and he was being held by the man he loved.

"Look up." Puck prompted and Kurt turned his eyes up toward the sky just in time to hear the sharp crack of fireworks and to watch the colors pop across the night sky.

"You got fireworks?" Kurt couldn't stop watching the sparkling colors. They were his favorite.

"Am I the best boyfriend or what?"

Kurt smiled. "You're the best boyfriend." He agreed, bringing his arms up to Puck's.

"Good." Puck tilted Kurt's chin up and kissed him softly. Kurt sighed his contentment, turning around to fully return the kiss. He was more than a bit put out when Puck broke off the kiss. "Check the front pocket of my shorts?"

Kurt's eyebrow rose. "Is this some kind of dirty game?" He looked at Puck's mischievous smile and giggled. "I'd like to play, really, I would, but my Dad is on the deck and he and Aidan are totally watching."

"No dirty game." Puck took hold of one of Kurt's slender hands and brought it to his pocket.

"Fine, you pervy old man." Kurt obligingly dug his hand into the pocket of Puck's baggy cargo shorts amidst the crew's cat calls and hollers. Artie whistled and Kurt felt a blush tinge his cheeks despite himself. "Really, Puck this better be good -" Kurt's hand closed over the velvet ring box in Puck's front pocket and his voice failed him.

"Go on." Puck nudged him gently. "Take it out or we'll really start to look like pervs."

"This isn't…" His voice quivered with hopefulness "Is it?" Kurt ducked his head in embarrassment. What if he was being presumptuous? It could just be a birthday present or a… box of mints? His brain wasn't starting to make much sense.

"I guess I'll have to help you out." Puck moved Kurt's hand away and dug out the black ring box. Kurt almost passed out when Puck sank down onto one knee. It was like all of the sounds of the party were coming from a distance. Kurt could hear the gasps and laughter around him but he couldn't process it. His whole world became Puck, who was kneeling before him with a dazzling diamond ring.

"Kurt Hummel, will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"It's not mints?" Kurt's muddled mind still wasn't working and Puck was giving him a look of extreme confusion.

"Mints?"

"No, no!" Kurt realized his error and sputtered to correct it. "I meant no mints, not no to you. I mean, yes!" When Kurt did finally find his voice, he ended up shouting the answer to the amusement of everybody who was watching. "Yes!"

"You're absolutely crazy." Puck got to his feet and hugged Kurt close, twirling him around as they both laughed. "Absolutely perfect."

"How romantic!" Katie squealed. Her cheeks were a blotchy red and her blonde hair flew around her shoulders under the gentle breeze. Chad watched her with a smile on his face.

"Kodak moment!" Dallas scrambled to find his camera.

"Whipped!" Mike made a cracking motion and a hissing sound. The group immediately dissolved into laughter.

Burt watched from the porch, Aidan diligently licking his ice cream cone beside him. Burt had a gentle smile on his face as he watched the newly engaged couple. "It's about time."

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