The Seduction of Kurt Hummel

The Seduction of Kurt Hummel

Part III: Preparations

"I still don't see how this is going to work," Finn said the next day as they were running laps for football. "It's not like we can just invite Kurt over and proposition him."

"We have to make him think it was his idea."

"I don't think Kurt would ever think that was his idea," Finn replied skeptically.

"Actually, I bet Kurt has thought of that before. But I was actually referring to how we were going to get him somewhere alone. Then we can propose our idea to him. He still doesn't trust us…"

"Us?"

"Okay, me. He still doesn't trust me. Don't worry. I have been thinking about how to get around that."

"Less talking and more running," Coach Tanaka yelled, as they ran past him.

They did the rest of the laps in silence. Coach could get pretty scary sometimes and neither of them wanted to piss him off. As he ran, Puck thought of how he was going to get Kurt to invite them to his house.

Puck noticed that Kurt stayed clear of him as much as possible. He wasn't surprised. Kurt didn't trust him. And if Kurt was becoming more aware of him, the other boy probably was not happy about it.

In fact, he might just be able to use that to his advantage. Right now, though, he just needed to get Kurt to talk to him.

His chance came, of all places, in the boys' bathroom. Kurt had been fixing his hair when Puck walked in. He was surprised that Kurt didn't leave immediately, but then again Kurt was very particular about his hair. Puck noticed there was no one else in there with them, as he went over to the urinal. He could feel the tension in the air, and he wondered again why Kurt didn't just leave. As he moved next to Kurt to wash his hands, he tried to be sociable.

"Sup, Kurt," he said.

Kurt looked at him as if he had grown another head.

"Noah," he said.

"Nice outfit." Some of the stuff Kurt wore was just a little too outlandish for Puck's taste. Today, however, he was wearing his black jeans and a black shirt with white stripes on the shoulders. Kurt looked really good in black.

Kurt turned to face him, angrily. "What do you want, Puckerman?"

Puck thought carefully about his answer. You and me… now… over the sink… was his first thought but that probably was not the best answer to give to a fuming Kurt.

When he didn't respond right away, Kurt continued, "Because if you are going to throw me in a dumpster, or hit me with a slushie, or make some homophobic slur, just do it already so I can get on with my day."

Okay, so being nice to Kurt wasn't working. Girls loved it when he turned on the charm and when he complimented them. Not so much with Kurt. He would have to try a different strategy.

"You know Hummel," he said. "If I had wanted to do any of those things, we wouldn't be talking about it first. I would have done it, already."

"And so I repeat my question. What do you want?" Kurt said with a haughty glare.

Puck loved that look that Kurt had on his face. The one that looked right through you like you were the gum he scraped off his shoe. Puck wasn't sure why, but he knew Kurt wouldn't do it so much if he knew how much it got Puck's blood pumping.

Puck was not about to tell him either. What he needed to do was fight fire with fire.

"Geesh, Hummel. I'm just washing my hands. You know, everything is not always about you."

And with that he walked out, leaving Kurt alone once again.

Over lunch, he discussed the plan with Finn. Of course he didn't tell him everything, just what he needed to know. It was best to just keep things simple with Finn.

After lunch they put their plan into place.

"Hey, Kurt," Finn said. Kurt was at his locker when the other boy approached him. Puck stood off to the side a little, just in case he was needed.

"Finn," Kurt said with a smile. Why did Finn always get the smile? Puck had tried to be nice.

"I don't know if you know this or not, Kurt, but we have a big game coming up next week… and I need a favor."

"I'm not coming back to the football team, Finn."

"No, I know," he responded. "That's not the favor."

"Well, what is it?" Kurt asked curiously.

"You know how you helped the team with their dance moves to help loosen them up?"

"I am not teaching those morons to dance again. Sorry, that is just not happening."

"No, I was thinking that you could teach me something that I could use with them."

"You know how to dance, Finn. You don't need my help," Kurt said.

"I'm not really that good though. I just need some help figuring out what would help them."

"So you want me to help you…"

"Yeah, sometime after school."

"Just me and you?" Kurt asked with a hopeful look on his face.

"Yeah, just me and you… oh, and Puck," he added.

Kurt expression changed instantly.

"I'm sorry, Finn. I would like to help but…"

That was Puck's cue. "I told you he wouldn't do it, Finn. Why do we need him anyway? I got this."

Kurt gave him an evil glare. "Really? You're going to come up with an idea all by yourself. This should be interesting."

Puck glared right back at him. Two could play at this game. And other games, too… but he couldn't get distracted.

"We don't need your help," he said irritably. Of course he wasn't actually annoyed. He was really enjoying their little exchange.

"Of course you do," Kurt said. Then he turned to Finn. "I'll do it."

"Whatever," Puck replied. Time for the second part of his plan. "You guys can come over to my house, tonight… "

"Do you even have any room at your house?" Kurt asked.

Puck gave him a hateful look.

"I have a lot of room in my basement," Kurt continued, ignoring Puck. "We can do it there. Just come over tonight, and I will help you."

"Thanks, Kurt," Finn said.

"Yeah, thanks dude," Puck chimed in.

"I am doing this for you, Finn," he said. His look to Puck was as clear as if he had said the words out loud. And not for you.

Puck smiled to himself. It was all too easy.

Operation: Seduce Kurt Hummel right on schedule.