It's All About the Teasing

Finally. I was in a bit of a rush to close this story up, so this chapter's shorter than the others. I wanted to finish Teasing!fic, so I can move onto my reel_glee prompts-one of which was inspired by a Puck/Kurt drunken marriage prompt in the Fic Meme. Here's to hoping school won't get in the way. xD

I just want to make it clear that I have absolutely no knowledge about cars. Not a thing. I have my friend Sara (eyesarmslove) to thank for the car suggestion, and I apologize for any errors you might find regarding the car.

ALSO: I want to say a HUUUUGE thanks to everyone who voted for me in the glee_fic_awards! Getting awards for my own stories... it's kind of surreal, and I have you all to thank for this experience. (: Keep rockin' on, you guys!

As usual, enjoy!

"So what d'you wanna do now?" Puck asked. They were nestled together in bed, the lights switched on since the candles had long since burnt out. A surprise thunderstorm was raging outside, and nestled under the covers with Kurt made everything feel warm and intimate.

They dozed on and off for most of the afternoon, and when they finally resurfaced to grab something from the kitchen for lunch, they trudged out in a giggling cocoon of bedsheets. Kurt kept walking too quickly and almost made them trip twice, but it was kinda nice seeing his partner so immature and carefree for once.

Kurt helped him straighten up when bending over to pick up the broken mug proved to be too straining on Puck's muscles. He shoved Kurt when the man snickered for too long at his awkward postures, and got a more-than-thorough makeout for his troubles.

Kurt gave the okay to eat their grilled cheese in bed-something unheard of. (Hell, he doubted Burt would believe it.) While he still felt a bit sour over being tied up for hours, all in all, his birthday seemed to be pretty great. Kurt even had those goldfish crackers to put in their tomato soup-you couldn't get any better than that.

Of course, when it came to Kurt you should always expect some fanfare. Kurt shot him a cute little grin as he helped Noah put his presents off to the side-a subscription to Bon Appétit, his favorite cologne and aftershave, and a kitschy stuffed Dalmatian holding an "I ruff you!" plush heart in its mouth-and leaned over to find something on the floor. Puck pinched Kurt's bare ass, snickering when the man fell off the bed with an indignant humph!.

He leaned over to smirk down at Kurt, only to burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight. "Just see if I give you your present now," Kurt pouted, arms folded over his naked chest. A wad of wrapping paper clung to his hair so Puck helped by tugging it out, ignoring Kurt's yelp when the tape stubbornly stuck to some of the brunet locks. "Easy!"

"So what else is there?" Puck prompted. Not that he was ungrateful-and he wasn't, because Kurt was always spoiling Puck with pretty things and sappy dinner dates-but he'd expected a bit more present-wise, especially since he was three fucking decades old now.

"Well…" Kurt laughed and rolled out of the way when Puck went to thwack him over the head. "I guess I've lead you on enough for one day."

"In more ways than one," Puck muttered. Kurt shot him a blank look, so he hastily repeated, "It made my birthday fun."

"I'm sure." Kurt looked less than convinced, but he was smiling nonetheless. "So I guess I should give you your present now, to give you time to dry-hump and spit-shine it before dinner."

"Did you get me a blowup doll?" Noah quipped, yelping when a pair of jeans flew at his head. "Bitch."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Kurt snapped, hopping on the balls of his feet while Puck scrabbled with his fly.

"Why are you so excited?" He asked. Kurt shot him a thousand-watt grin that did funny things to his stomach, and he let the other man push Puck's numb fingers away to do the zipper up himself.

"I've been waiting to give you this for a long time," Kurt confided.

He was forced into a dirty t-shirt and his favorite pair of slip-ons, and then Kurt was shoving him out the door. He laughed, excited and confused when his eyes were covered. "How far?" Puck asked as Kurt led him to wherever he had in mind.

"Just a little further…" Kurt murmured into his ear, and a few minutes later Puck was stopped. Kurt turned him around and moved his hands off of Puck's face. They were so close their noses were touching, and Noah had to sort of cross his eyes to see Kurt clearly. He smiled when Kurt pecked him on the lips, his eyes sliding shut as Kurt did that tongue thing…

Only to find himself blinking when the mouth was gone and something had been slipped into his hand. He frowned at Kurt, and when the other man impatiently nodded to his hand, Noah relented and opened his fist.

He stared. "…Oh my God, no you didn't."

Kurt gave him a squeal of excitement. "Oh, but I did!" He moved so Puck could see behind him, and giggled when Puck's jaw fell open. He jostled the man when he stayed frozen for a solid amount of time. "Puck, come on, come look at it!"

Kurt tugged Noah's lax hand into his own and walked up to the shiny Corvette. "A sixty-six, just like you always wanted," Kurt said, mainly just to fill in the silence as Puck gaped at his new car. "My dad snatched one for me for a decent price, and fixed her up."

"And… she's mine?" Puck choked out, letting a shaky hand hover over the rich red door.

"One hundred percent yours," Kurt nodded. "You never mentioned the color, so I picked the one that would most compliment my skin tone. It's not Nancy Regan red, but it's a close match," he said, running a finger over her curves.

"She's perfect," Puck breathed. He finally worked up the nerve to pop the driver-side door open, taking in the dash and running a reverent hand along the steering wheel.

Kurt rolled his eyes, a fond smile tugging at his lips when Noah spent a good five minutes accustoming himself to his new car. "Well?" He asked eagerly. "You wanna take her for a spin or what?"

"Um, duh."

Puck turned to him with a wide grin as the engine purred to life, kissing Kurt's lips in-between whoops and hollers of sheer, unadulterated joy. "I love you," he cried. They both laughed as Puck ripped out of the empty lot.

"Dude."

Puck grinned smugly. "I know."

"Just… dude." James, one of his graveyard shift compadres, looked ready to piss himself in the face of Puck's new love affair. "He got you a Corvette?"

"Not just a Corvette, man. A sixty-six Sting Ray," Puck nodded eagerly.

"You lucky fucker." James whistled in appreciation as he circled Puck's car. "How's she ride?"

"Like a fucking dream," Puck all but moaned.

James had a glint in his eye that didn't sit well with Puck. At all. "So can I-"

"Don't even think about it."

"Oh, come on!"

"No," Puck said firmly.

James pouted and shoulder-checked Puck. "You're no fun."

"What can I say, I'm a committed man now," Puck murmured, running a fond hand along her taillights, admiring how the streetlights made her gleam. He glanced up to see James looking like he was about to cry, and sighed. "Fine. After our shift, you wanna take her for a spin?"

"I drive?" James said excitedly.

"Hell no," Puck cried. "Consider yourself privileged enough to have shotgun in my baby. So far, Kurt's been the only one to ride with me."

James grinned lewdly. "Ride with you, or…?" He snickered and dodged Puck's leg, outright giggling when Puck pulled a sore muscle. "Looks like you did all the riding," He snorted.

"Shut up," Puck whined.

They took some more time to admire her, all sleek and mouth-wateringly sinful in the dark of the night. They shared a collective sigh when their walky-talkies went off in a jabber of voices and static.

"I can't wait," James said.

They both blew her a kiss before walking out of the rented garage, and Noah locked everything up (double- and triple-checking, of course), patting the steel door in farewell as they went to go catch another sad little shoplifting motherfucker. God, sometimes he hated his job…