Who the Puck Are You?

Disclaimer-Am I Ryan Murphy? No, I have boobs and a vagina. So do I own Glee? Um, no, apparently not. Ah well, can't have everything.

Summary: Kurt and Puck are in a secret relationship. After promising not to break one another's hearts and admitting their love, they prepare to tell their friends. But when tragedy strikes, a heart may be broken after all.

I will point out now that I am British, so I will spell things the British way and British terms may appear instead of American ones. If that bothers you then don't waste your time reading this fic.

Also, this is a Puck/Kurt fic, if you don't like the pairing or if homosexual relationships bother you then please be so kind as to fuck the hell off and hide your homophobic head in shame.

If you are a PucKurt fangirl/boy however, then please read on.

Chapter 1-Beautiful Skin

It happened sometime after baby-gate but before the 'Run, Joey, Run' debacle. Just a simple touch, that's all it was, one set of fingers brushing lightly with someone else's as a pen was passed over. Small, innocent, yet so meaningful.

That's when it started. His skin was just so soft, softer than a girl's, yet so strong at the same time. He wasn't sure what the touch meant at first, if it indeed meant anything at all, he only knew that he wanted to touch that skin again.

So he did, as often as he could. Instead of paying attention to his classes, he thought up different ways to be able to touch the pale-skinned boy. It couldn't be anything too obvious lest he aroused the suspicion of others.

He started small, always asking to borrow a pen or a pencil, just so he could feel those hands, those fingers and that smooth skin. Then he became more daring. He'd deliberately mess up a dance step, pretend to stumble and latch on to the other boy for support, usually sending them both crashing to the floor. Then he'd offer his hand and help him up. If anyone thought his sudden increase of clumsiness was odd, they didn't voice their opinions on it. He supposed his fellow Glee mates merely assumed he was as awful a dancer as Finn.

Of course, tripping over during dance rehearsals was not something he could overplay. If he pulled that trick more than once a week it would be noticeable, so he settled for only doing it during some of the more complicated steps and cracking a joke in the hopes of disguising the fact his hand lingered on the other boy's skin just a little too long.

So he found new ways to be able to touch him without it looking weird. He'd greet him with a fist bump or a high-five, just like he did with the other guys. It wasn't much, but it would satisfy him for a short while.

On one occasion, he sat beside Brittany at lunch holding her hand in his and inspecting her palm so he could pretend to read her fortune. Then because Becky smiled at him so sweetly, he read her fortune too. He was making it up of course, but he said nice things that made the girls smile. It was Brittany who suggested he read Kurt's hand as well. He looked at him and took Kurt's hand before he could refuse. He spent longer making up Kurt's fortune than he did with the two girls, running his fingers over the pretty lines in Kurt's palm.

Their eyes met, and a question burned in Kurt's blue-green orbs but he didn't voice his queries aloud.

Somehow, he ended up alone with Kurt in the choir room before Glee club. The boy looked upset. He asked what was wrong but all he received was a bitchy retort accompanied with a heated glare. They fell silent after that and ignored one another as the other members turned up, not one of them suspecting that Kurt was upset.

After Glee rehearsal, he found himself alone with Kurt again. Timidly, Kurt approached him and made a quick apology about his earlier behaviour. He then attempted to make a hasty exit but he caught hold of Kurt's hand, the action rooting the slender male to the spot, his blue-green eyes staring at their conjoined hands in what seemed to be fear.

Not wanting the other to be afraid of him, he gently stroked his thumb over the skin of Kurt's hand before surprising them both when he randomly offered to teach Kurt how to play the guitar. They were both surprised further when Kurt actually agreed.

It was perfect. Teaching Kurt to play guitar meant that he could touch the smaller boy's hands for a legitimate reason and feel that perfect ivory flesh he'd come to adore so much.

Upon Kurt's insistence, the guitar lessons were all held in secret. On the tenth lesson, he sat behind Kurt, guiding his hands to the strings with his own. As he listened to Kurt strum the notes, his eyes drank in the sight of Kurt's exposed neck. He leaned closer to the boy and inhaled, finding that the smell of Kurt's skin was equally as good as how it felt.

He wanted more; he wanted to taste Kurt's flesh. So he did. He pressed his mouth to the place where Kurt's neck met his collarbone. The boys' fingers stopped and his whole body tensed.

"Puck?" Kurt asked in a shaky voice. "What are you…?"

"Sssh." Puck replied soothingly as he kissed his way along the exposed flesh. "Don't think. Just feel."

"Did you use that line on, Quinn?" Kurt asked bitchily and words attacked Puck venomously.

He moved away from Kurt and turned his back on him. It always stung when someone pulled out the Quinn card, and even though he probably deserved it for messing around with another dude's girl in the first place, his best friend's girl no less, it somehow hurt a great deal more to hear it from Kurt's lips.

"Why am I here, Puck?" Kurt questioned and Puck heard the other teen move but he still didn't turn to face him.

"I'm teaching you to play guitar." Puck replied sounding far too defensive to be convincing.

He may have been teaching the other teen to play his beloved instrument, but there was more to it than that.

"I don't want to play games." Kurt spoke up. "If this is you trying to mess with my feelings and expose me to more ridicule than I already receive on a daily basis then I will fight back. I won't be the victim, not like this. You can throw me into dumpsters, you can yell verbal abuse at me with your limited and unimaginative vocabulary, you can even beat me till I'm black and blue if that'll make you feel all badass, but you can't toy around with my heart, I won't let you. If you try to steal it, to break it, then I promise you now that I'll make damn sure I break yours first."

He didn't reply. He didn't know how to. By the time he finally turned round, Kurt was gone, but his scent still lingered.

The guitar lessons stopped and Kurt made no mention of what happened between Puck and himself during their last private meeting.

It didn't surprise Puck in the slightest that Kurt said nothing about it, nor was it shocking that the male diva took to avoiding him. What startled Puck was the realisation that he wanted Kurt to not avoid him. He wanted to touch his skin again, smell his heavenly scent, kiss his sweet neck, or even better, devour those beautiful lips.

So one day, he did. Not at school. On the doorstep of Kurt's house. He managed to get the address from Brittany and after driving past the house seven or eight times he finally parked up outside and made his way up the driveway.

He knocked on the door and waited patiently. He knew Finn was out with Rachel somewhere, probably listening to the girl sob over Jesse St James, and Carole was in fact at his house visiting his mum and he'd overheard her saying that Kurt's dad, Bart or Bret or something like that, was at work.

So with any hope, Kurt would be at home. Luckily, he was and he answered the door, his face morphing into one of shock when he saw Puck standing before him.

"Hey." Puck greeted as though it was perfectly natural for him to knock upon Kurt's door on a Saturday afternoon.

"Hello?" Kurt replied in question.

There was a glittery designer scarf laced around Kurt's pale throat and falling down his chest, adding something to the designer shirt he wore. Wanting to know how the material felt, Puck reached his hand out touched the fabric. It felt nice, soft, though nothing compared to how wonderful Kurt's skin felt.

The scarf still held in his fingers, Puck pulled Kurt closer to him and dipped his head a little so they were at eyelevel. He moved his free hand up and rested it over Kurt's heart, feeling the organ thud against his fingers.

"I won't break it." Puck told him seriously. "Just don't break mine?"

"Do you even have one?" Kurt sneered.

By way of an answer, Puck dropped hold of the scarf and used that hand to take hold of Kurt's own. He smiled lightly as he felt Kurt's skin before lifting Kurt's hand to rest over his heart.

"You feel it?" Puck asked and Kurt nodded before their eyes latched on to one another. "Can I?"

"What?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"Can I kiss you?" Puck clarified gently tracing Kurt's lips with the pad of his thumb.

The shorter boy's eyes widened and he swallowed nervously before jerking his head in acceptance.

Smiling, not smirking, but genuinely smiling, Puck brought their mouths together in a shy kiss, Kurt's first kiss from a boy.

"Good?" Puck asked him.

"Good." Kurt agreed bringing their lips together again. "More than good." He added after becoming better acquainted with Puck's highly talented tongue.

They kept their relationship a secret, from everybody. They decided it wouldn't be right to display their unexpected romance for all to see. It would be an insult to Quinn, cruel even. Then there was Finn. He was living with Kurt now, he'd feel betrayed by Kurt and feel betrayed by Puck all over again and the two of them were only just beginning to get their friendship back on track. A very wobbly track, but a track nonetheless. As for the other Glee kids, they'd probably be too shocked to perform at Regionals.

Then there was the case of their parents. Puck's mother wanted him to find a nice Jewish girl. Kurt wasn't Jewish, and after having his hand down Kurt's pants, Puck could confirm that he wasn't a girl. He knew his mother loved him, but she wouldn't be able to accept something so extreme so suddenly. The whole pregnancy issue with Quinn had almost given the poor woman a nervous breakdown. Finding out her only son was having sexual relations with another boy so soon after learning about Quinn would surely send her over the edge.

As for Kurt's dad, he knew what Kurt's sexuality was and he accepted it, but the man wasn't yet ready to know that Kurt was dating, least of all the likes of Puck.

No, for the time being, it was better they kept it a secret. They would come out about their relationship in time, when the moment was right, but not now. After Regionals perhaps, that was the plan for the moment, depending how the competition went.

Of course, with Jesse returning to Vocal Adrenaline, and Sue Sylvester set to be one of the judges of the competition, the chances of a New Directions victory didn't look as good as they had a few weeks previously.

As it turned out, Regionals was not the time for them to tell everyone. They hadn't beaten Vocal Adrenaline, they didn't even place. Glee club was over.

And Beth, his little girl, she was so beautiful, so small but she was gone, held in the arms of a grown-up version of Rachel Berry. Literally, Shelby, Rachel's mother, had adopted Beth. The woman would take care of her; Puck was sure of that but it still hurt.

He liked the idea of being a dad, having a little girl who would sing and dance to him in the living-room and jump up and down on his bed to wake him up each morning. A precious princess who would wrap him around her little finger and get anything she wanted just by offering him an adorable smile.

But he wouldn't have that, not with Beth. It would be Shelby who brushed his baby's hair and taught her to sing and dance. Shelby would be the one to hold his little girl at night and soothe her as she cried, not him. It would never be him.

He wondered if the way he was feeling now was how Shelby had felt after giving up Rachel to her two gay dads.

That night was difficult for him. They'd lost the competition and he had watched his little baby girl be taken away to live with someone else. He hadn't even held the beautiful girl. The nurse had offered but he declined. He knew if he held Beth in his arms just once that he'd never be able to let go.

If it wasn't for Kurt, Puck was sure he wouldn't have made it through the night. But his boyfriend was by his side. Quinn went home with her mother, and Kurt went home with Puck.

For a long while, they simply lay in one another's arms staring at Puck's bedroom ceiling in silence. Then Puck had rolled over for a much needed kiss. Things became more heated and soon enough clothes were being removed and tossed carelessly to the floor and for once Kurt did not complain.

He knew what Puck needed and he let him have it. They reached for the lube and made sure Puck was well prepared before Kurt entered him.

It wasn't something they had done before, in the past, Puck had always been the one to take Kurt. But now, they had a silent understanding that Puck needed this, he needed to feel, to know he was still alive.

So Kurt prepared him thoroughly before burying himself in Puck's tight heat and obeying his desperate pleas to be fucked hard and fast.

The burning pain as Kurt slammed in and out of his abused hole was exactly what Puck needed.

Neither of them lasted long, and when they both reached climax, they burst into tears.

"I'm sorry." Kurt apologised and Puck gathered the slender boy in his arms kissing his face gently.

"Don't be." Puck replied. "I needed that, baby. I needed it to hurt. Thank you."

They kissed again, their faces becoming wet with one another's tears before Puck reversed their positions and made love to Kurt, slowly, caringly, telling him how beautiful he was with every thrust.

Then Glee club was given another year. Upon hearing the news, Puck suddenly realised just how much the club actually meant to him, how much music meant to him. But as he accompanied Mr. Schue with his performance of 'Over the Rainbow', Puck realised just how deeply Kurt meant to him.

Somehow, from that first touch when Kurt had leant him a pen, Puck had began to take a journey down a decidedly different road and somewhere along the way he had fallen in love with the fashion-loving boy.

He loved him, he loved Kurt Hummel, and he wanted to tell the other boy.

So he did. Not in front of the other or indeed any other dramatic way. He told him in private, as he let Kurt top him again, not a rough fucking this time, but tender love making.

"I love you." Puck had whispered so emotionally and honestly as Kurt worked his way in and out of his tight heat.

Upon hearing the words, Kurt let out a soft moan before kissing Puck soundly on the lips.

"I love you too." Kurt replied and they kissed again as they both angled their hips and worked together to reach a simultaneous climax.

After they came down form their orgasms, they curled up together on Puck's bed, Kurt idly fiddling with Puck's nipple ring, and Puck gently dancing his fingers up and down Kurt's spine, loving the feel of his skin beneath his digits.

"When can we tell them?" Puck asked. "I want them to know about us. It drives me crazy that I can't kiss you in public, or hold your hand, or just tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you."

"We'll tell them." Kurt assured them. "Next semester. Not the first day of school, that's always far too hectic. Let's wait till the second day of the new school year. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, babe." Puck replied cuddling him closer. "You're not allowed to tell them I'm a hugger though, it'll ruin my rep."

"Deal." Kurt agreed. "As long as you never tell anyone that my hair gets this messy after sex."

"Hey, the just-fucked-hair-style looks wicked hot on you." Puck told him with a smirk.

Kurt laughed lightly before snuggling closer and drifting off to sleep.

Eventually, the first day back to school came and was for the most part uneventful. Puck didn't really pay much attention to anything that happened. After spending a summer of secretly meeting Kurt to fuck his brains out, all he wanted to do was tell their friends they were together so he didn't have to meet Kurt in secret anymore. Kurt deserved more than that, he deserved to be showed off to the world.

So he somehow made his way through the day thinking that tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

But as he stood talking to Brittany and Santana in the parking lot, a horrible screech met his ears. Looking in the direction of the noise, Puck's heart almost stopped as he saw one car crash into another which skidded dangerously before crashing into Kurt, the force sending his secret lover high into the air, straight over the car that had hit him before he hit the ground with a sickening crack.

A horrified shriek echoed in the car park. Puck would later realise that the sound had come from his own throat as he darted towards Kurt, Santana hot on his heels, Brittany trembling where she stood, too scared and shocked to move.

He ran to Kurt, yelling hysterically for someone to call an ambulance. There was so much blood. Much more than there had been during Quinn's labour.

One of Kurt's legs was sticking out at an odd angle, his skin, his lovely beautiful skin was already being tainted by fast-forming bruises and his usually pale complexion was frighteningly whiter than Puck had ever seen it.

He was terrified. Other than crouch by Kurt's side and cry over his battered form, there was nothing Puck could do. He'd never felt so useless in all his life.

At long last the ambulance came and Puck was forced out of the way as the paramedics tended to Kurt. They transported him into the back of the ambulance and looked to see who would be riding in the ambulance with him.

Puck made to step forwards, to be there for his lover, but a distraught looking Finn pushed past him informing the paramedics that he was Kurt's step-brother.

Puck wanted to argue, to yell that he was Kurt's boyfriend and that he should be with him, that Kurt needed him. But he couldn't get the words out. All he did was sob and sniff a little more.

People were staring, he could feel it, but he didn't care. If any of them dared make fun of him for crying over Kurt he'd beat them to death without a moments pause.

Rubbing furiously at his eyes, Puck headed towards his truck, intending to follow after the ambulance that held his lover but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Puck." Mr. Schue said gently but firmly. "You're in no state to drive. I'll take you home."

"No!" Puck snapped at him. "Hospital! Kurt, my Kurt." He whimpered.

"Ok, hospital." Mr. Schue nodded giving his pupil an odd look but not questioning him about it. "Let's go."

He followed his teacher and was soon strapping himself into Mr. Schue's car. Hands shaking in his lap, he looked out the window where he could make out Santana yelling furiously at whoever had been driving the car that hit the second car which consequently hit Kurt. He could also see Brittany still stood where he and Santana had left her and unless he was mistaken, Tina, Mercedes and Rachel were on their hands and knees picking up the things that had scattered out of Kurt's bag during the collision.

"He'll be ok." Puck whispered to himself as Mr. Schue drove. "He'll be ok. He's my Kurt. He has to be ok. It'll break my heart if he's not ok. He promised he wouldn't break my heart. He has to be ok. He'll be ok."

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