Would You?

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"You seem to be on the right track," Artie's quiet voice jerked Puck out of a near doze as spent his study hall hour in the library not doing the homework he hadn't done the night before. His chair fell forward and back onto all of its legs. He scowled at the boy in front of him as his teeth slammed together, but he was grateful that his tongue wasn't between them and escaped unscathed.

Instead of any number of smartass remarks he could have said he only raised an eyebrow and said in a quiet voice so as not to attract any attention, "You think?"

"I do," Artie graced him with a smile, "You said you wanted to make him happy. He seems pretty happy to me."

"Yeah?"

"He's smiling today. It's not easy to make him smile around this time of year."

"This time of year?" Puck leaned in closer, "Okay. What is it I don't know, Abrams?"

"He never told you?" Artie looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.

"I…" Puck swallowed around the guilt that was in his throat all too often lately, "I told you…we didn't talk. Like at all. I…I didn't even think I cared until…"

"Until he died," Artie said quietly, "I get it."

"Are you going to tell me or what, Abrams?" Puck leaned back again and crossed his arms.

"Only because you should have known already," Artie snapped, then took a deep breath, "The anniversary of his mom's death is Thursday."

Puck's eyes went wide when he made the connection, "That's why he wanted to be over on Thursday," He dropped his head into his hands, "I didn't even ask why. I just figured he was horny like me and wanted an extra day. I knew he was feeling rough, but I just did everything like normal, like I didn't even care! Fuck, I'm such a bastard, Abrams."

"You're not going to get an argument from me, Puck. But, maybe by next Friday you won't be so much. I can see you're trying. And if I can see you're trying than They probably can, too."

"You've mentioned Them a lot," Puck said, bringing his head up again, "We have the time. Who are They? I only saw you that night and you're the only one who remembers what happened. And you have the same mark I have!"

"Yeah. The marks. Only other people who've had dealings with Them will be able to see your mark. And you'll be able to see theirs and so forth and so on and blah blah blah…" Artie waved his hand dismissively.

"I'm glad you're so used to it, Abrams. But, I'm not. Now…for the last time, who the fuck are They?"

"I'm sure They'll appear to you. Sooner or later They always do."

"Abrams…" Puck tried not to growl in his impatience.

"Fine, fine. Chill out, Puck. Someone told me when it happened to me, so I suppose I can tell you. They've gone by a lot of names over the years, appeared to a lot of people. They were first mentioned in Greek mythology. They were called the Fates. They spun destiny and clipped the string when it was time for someone to die. They've been mentioned again and again in literature. They're the three Guardians of Avalon. Shakespeare called them The Weird Sisters. Basically any trio of women with supernatural powers that has ever been written about is based on Them. They're immortal, all powerful, and, actually, really cool ladies. I'm sure you'll meet Them."

"So...wait…" Puck rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to decide between laughing and pushing Abrams away. But, he was too angry for the first, and the second was something the person who let Kurt die not knowing that he loved him would have done. So, in his happy medium, he clenched one hand into a tight fist and tried to stave off the headache that was threatening behind his eyes with the other, "These three chicks have nothing better to do with eternity than screw with our lives? That sounds like bullshit to me. Why'd They choose you? Why'd They choose me and Kurt?"

"They'll have to tell you that Themselves. I don't know why They choose who They choose." Artie held out his open palms in a gesture of innocent exasperation.

"What happened to you that They decided needed to be changed?" Puck asked on a whim.

Artie stiffened and his face went hard, but Puck didn't miss the hurt and fear in his eyes along with a good deal of shame, "I…" The bell rang, "I'll tell you some other time. Gotta go."

"Fuck!" Puck slammed his hands onto the desk as Artie wheeled himself away. Now he had more information, knew less than he had before, and he'd managed to piss Artie off in the process. Piss him off or hurt him. Puck wasn't exactly sure which had happened. No matter how much he regretted the look in Artie's eyes he wasn't even sure he believed what he'd told him. There had to be another explanation. Of course he couldn't quite think of one. He couldn't explain going back in time a week and he couldn't explain the scars that he and Artie shared. If Artie hadn't remembered Kurt's death, he might have thought it all a dream. A horrible dream that he liked to think would have been enough to get him to change, but a dream none-the-less. But, against all logic and nature, Artie did remember, he had actually lived this week before, and Artie was certain that it was because three immortal chicks had taken an interest in him. But seriously, a trio of women who just happened to have power over fate? That was it! Abrams had lost his mind. Maybe that was why he remembered shit he shouldn't remember. Because his explanation about the three women couldn't be true. It was absolutely ridiculous.

"Of course it's ridiculous, Noah. Some of the truest things are." A voice, low and sweet, whispered just next to his ear. He whipped his head around, but there was no one there.

"And he's right," Another disembodied female voice, this one higher, giggled, "You are doing very, very well."

"Keep it up," A third voice, rougher, but just as female, "We don't do this for just anyone." There was a slight breeze in the library though no doors or windows were open and Puck shivered when he felt, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a warm hand run through his Mohawk and rest on his shoulder for just a moment before it left. The breeze died, and the feeling that he wasn't alone died with it. He was out of his chair in seconds, tossing his bag over his shoulder and doing his best not to run from the room. Because he was badass and his badassness demanded that he didn't run from anything…especially fate-controlling, invisible women.

"Are you alright?" Kurt asked quietly as they were getting water when Coach Tanaka allowed them a break in practice. Once again, Puck's mind warred between loving the fact that they had done so well last season and cursing the same fact. Coach Tanaka was so into winning next season –and the basketball team had done even worse than the football team that winter- that for some fucking strange reason Puck would never understand they were practicing in the spring and if Coach had his way they would do the same all through the summer. It had been hard enough to handle Glee, football, and school in the fall. It was just as hard, if not harder, now. Tanaka was fucking insane, he decided. But if Puck were ever going to have a hope of getting out of Lima the only way he was going to do it was through a football scholarship. He held no illusions about his grades or his test scores. They were just good enough that if he could impress a school enough into giving him a scholarship he wouldn't have to worry. And in order to do that the team needed to get scout attention. In order to do that they had to start winning. The extra, insane, practices would help. The other great hope for their team was standing in front of him in the form of the flamboyant kicker Puck was pretty sure he…Strangely enough, practice was one of the few places they could ever talk to each other openly because the rest of the team wouldn't really talk to Kurt and so it was expected that he talk to Puck, Finn, Matt, or Mike. Puck brought his mind back to what Kurt was saying instead of just concentrating on his mouth. "You seem a little off."

"Fine," Puck flashed him a slow smile, "Just fine." The tone was laced with his hopes for their evening together. It was Friday, after all.

Kurt picked up on his tone, flushed slightly, and lowered his eyes after making sure that there was no one else in earshot, "My dad is going to the bar with the guys from the garage tonight. We'll have until at least midnight."

"Good," Puck grinned again and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before running his fingertips over the back of Kurt's neck, the only bare skin he could reach without being obvious at the moment, "We'll be able to take our time. I'll be there after I shower."

Kurt shivered. "Don't be long," He whispered.

That simple sentence had Puck relaxing. Kurt would never have said something like that before. The fact that he was telling Puck how much time they had, allowing him to touch him in public, and making demands, even as sweet and hot as they were, were all good signs that he was getting more comfortable. Puck would have liked to take this much slower than he was going to have to. He would have liked to have a month to be able to seduce Kurt slowly, and tell him how he felt after proving beyond a shadow of a doubt with his actions that he wasn't lying. But, Kurt's death was exactly a week and twenty minutes from where they were now and if he had any hope of keeping Kurt away from the school that day, of Kurt trusting him enough to stay away, loving him enough to believe him, than he needed to go faster with his plans than he liked. He just hoped it wouldn't be too fast. If he went too fast and Kurt thought that he was playing with him he would lose his trust forever and not only lose Kurt, but Kurt would die again not knowing that Noah…not knowing how much he cared. And how the hell was he supposed to tell Kurt something he couldn't even say in his mind? It was just three words. It shouldn't be as hard as it was. He grabbed his facemask and held in a scream of frustration as Kurt walked toward the school and the showers.

"Puckerman, get in formation! You still have fifteen minutes left, buddy!" Coach Tanaka glared and yelled. Puck resisted the urge to give his coach the bird and did as he was told. For the first time, though, he actually wondered why it was that Kurt left practice early every time. He didn't do it at Glee. Puck resolved to ask him when they were alone.

Kurt's face when he did ask was flushed and embarrassed as he looked down at his floor. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his clothes rumpled and his hair mussed from the short, desperate make-out session they'd had when Puck first got to his house. It felt good to make out. He liked making out with Kurt. And it seemed to make Kurt happy. He'd been smiling until Puck had asked the question. Now he looked adorable, and sad, and a little angry. Puck sat down on the bed next to him.

"After Coach Tanaka asked me to come back to the team and I agreed, he suggested it," Kurt finally answered.

"Why?" Puck asked, confused, sure he was missing something.

"He says it's because he thought I would be more comfortable," Kurt laughed without humor, "But I know it's not my comfort he's worried about. He doesn't want the rest of the team to be forced to shower with the faggot despite the fact that I helped win more games last season than the school has ever won before and I intend to do so again in the fall."

"I don't ever want to hear you call yourself that again, Kurt," Puck growled.

"Excuse me?" Kurt sounded genuinely shocked that Puck would speak to him like that. It was progress. But, Puck didn't linger on that.

"I don't want to hear you ever call yourself a faggot again," Puck knew his voice was low and rough and hoped that Kurt was picking up on his distress and anger, "It's bullshit and I won't put up with it. Neither should you."

"Noah…" Kurt smiled and blushed a little, "This protective streak is really rather unexpected and…charming. I like it. But, you do know that I'm going to put out either way, don't you?" His voice had gone low and soft, seductive. He leaned in close and paused for a moment, looking up at Puck with a question in his eyes. Puck just looked back, raised an eyebrow. Kurt must have seen what he wanted to see because it only took another moment for him to close the distance between them and place a gentle kiss to Puck's neck, just under his jaw and pulled back again. Puck struggled to keep his shudder hidden. They'd only really been making out for two days and already Kurt was finding the spots that made him hot. He cupped Kurt's chin in his hand and leaned in to kiss him softly. Kurt moaned from the back of his throat and fell into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Puck's waist. Puck put his hand to the back of Kurt's head and slipped his fingers into the soft hair to angle Kurt's head slightly and make the kiss better for both of them. He licked Kurt's bottom lip gently and moaned when Kurt opened for him sweetly.

"Fuck, Hummel," He moaned when he finally pulled away, "We should have been making out from the beginning. You're a great kisser."

"Compliments, Noah?" Kurt asked, his arched eyebrow and haughty look being ruined by the way he was blushing prettily and panting slightly, "I already told you that you're getting into my pants no matter what, did I not?"

"Right now I'm more interested in getting you out of your pants," Puck leered. Kurt rolled his eyes, but made no objection when Puck stood and began removing his clothing. He watched as Kurt did the same. This was how it had gone before. They would meet at the decided upon location, undress, and get right to business without foreplay. But, this time they watched each other as they undressed. Puck was pulling off his socks, getting ready to undo the buttons of his jeans, when he noticed Kurt watching, his hands stalled on his shirt. Puck smiled and slipped the jeans off slowly, watching Kurt's eyes go wide and aroused as he did so. He gave himself a couple of strokes and then smiled at his lover, still frozen.

"Going to stay in your clothes all day?" He asked quietly. Kurt unfroze at that moment and began unbuttoning his shirt again, faster this time.

"Hey," Puck called softly. Kurt looked up at him shyly, "Slow down. No rush. I like to watch."

"Perv," Kurt said mildly. Puck shrugged and moved to the bed, sitting as Kurt began to slowly take off his shirt. His eyes never left Puck's as he pulled his slacks down over slim hips and the curve of his ass and he smiled when Puck's eyes landed on his cloth covered erection, then darted back up to Kurt's eyes. Puck stroked himself again as Kurt stepped out of his pants and very deliberately turned his back on Puck as he bent over and pulled off his socks. Puck had to fight not to leap up and press himself against the swell of Kurt's ass. It was a thing of beauty, he could admit to himself, Kurt's ass was. It was firm and tight and god…He gripped the base of his cock. It wouldn't do to disgrace himself like a twelve year old. He nearly stopped breathing when Kurt smiled over his shoulder, hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs, and pulled them down slowly. His mouth went dry when Kurt's smooth, pale skin was revealed to him completely. He smiled when Kurt turned around and he could see that he was as aroused as Puck. Kurt's smile was shy as his blush spread to his upper chest. He kept his eyes on Puck as he moved back to the bed and kept their eyes locked until he climbed on the bed. He turned his backside to Puck and shot him a dark, hot look over his shoulder.

It was too soon to expect a complete deviation from their normal routine, Puck knew. They didn't really do foreplay. The making out was more than he could have expected. He shot Kurt a look he hoped conveyed how hot he was for him and knew he had succeeded when Kurt moaned a little, sounding like his was trying to keep it in, and pushed his ass back a little in Puck's direction. Puck knew from their previous experiences that Kurt kept the lube in his bedside drawer and he grabbed it before kneeling on the bed behind his small, unbelievably hot lover. Kurt suppressed a giggle at the coolness of the lube against his skin when Puck spread a little around his hole, then hissed in arousal when the first finger penetrated him. Usually Puck just stuck two fingers in, scissored them a little, and went for it. But, today he wanted to see Kurt fall apart, wanted to hear him beg. He fucked Kurt slowly with one finger until Kurt was pushing back on it, then added a second finger and searched for the little spongy spot that would make Kurt see stars. He knew he had found it when Kurt keened and pressed back against his fingers. Puck smiled and dropped a kiss to Kurt's shoulder blade before adding a third finger and hitting the spot again. Kurt whined and pushed back.

"What, babe?" Puck's voice was gravelly with his own arousal, "Does that feel good?"

Kurt simply whined again, dropping his head, and clenching his eyes shut.

"You're going to have to tell me what you want if you want it, Kurt."

"Noah…" Kurt moaned.

"Tell me, babe. Tell me what you need." Puck whispered before licking a line gently up the sensitive curve of Kurt's ear.

"Please, Noah?" It came out as a question and Puck hit the spot again, making Kurt keen and grip the bedspread so tight his knuckles were white.

"Please what?"

"Please…" Kurt was blushing fiercely now, but he didn't sound embarrassed, so Puck felt no need to stop. He placed another kiss to Kurt's shoulder and sped the thrusting of his fingers, "Please, Noah. I need more. I…I need you to…"

"Say it, babe. Please just say it." Puck hadn't realized how much he needed to hear it until that moment.

"I need you to fuck me," Kurt whispered.

"Whatever you want," Puck leered, trying not to show how high he felt just getting Kurt to say how much he needed him. His hands were shaking as he pulled the condom out of Kurt's bedside drawer and rolled it over his straining cock. He got to his knees and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance.

"Ready?"

"Now," Kurt panted, "Please."

Puck pushed in and didn't try to hold back his moan as Kurt let out a strangled cry, "Fuck. You're so tight. You're always so tight."

"Noah," Kurt moaned, "Harder."

Puck complied, gripping Kurt's hip with one hand. He would be embarrassed if all of this wasn't so hot. In the past two days his control had been next to gone. He had almost come in his pants just from rubbing up against Kurt and now he had barely been inside Kurt for a minute and he was feeling his climax approaching. He closed his eyes and thought of as many unsexy things as he could. His mother in a bikini. Finn's mailman. Schuester getting it on with Pillsbury. But, Kurt's noises were making it hard to concentrate. He always made them, but Puck had never paid attention to them before. His high pitched little moans were strangled and held behind his teeth as if he didn't want anyone to know just how much he was enjoying himself. Puck wanted to hear them. He leaned over Kurt's back, one hand wrapping around his waist and the other moving to stroke Kurt in time to his thrusts. With the new angle Puck struck Kurt's prostate with every stroke and he was rewarded when Kurt opened his mouth and the strangled moans became hot little cries with every thrust and stroke.

"Oh, God," Kurt moaned. He threw his head back onto Puck's shoulder and Puck took the opportunity to kiss and nip at the sensitive column of his neck.

"So hot," Puck murmured in return.

"Noah…I'm…"

"I know," Puck sped both his hips and his hand, "Me, too. Go ahead."

As if he had needed Puck's permission, Kurt cried out once more and came, his seed spilling onto Puck's hand and the bedspread beneath them. His body tightened and Puck gave into his body and came hard, the arm around Kurt's waist tightening. When he came back down from his high he realized that he had been resting all of his weight on Kurt's back and the smaller boy's arms were now shaking in an effort to keep them up.

"Sorry," He muttered, shifting his weight back to his knees. He looked down at his hand and, making sure Kurt was still out of it enough not to notice, licked it clean. It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted, and he was sure that it would never be something that he really liked, but it wasn't all that bad. He decided he wouldn't be opposed to tasting it again if the opportunity ever arose. He moved the arm from around Kurt's waist to help guide himself out of the tight body beneath him. Kurt gave a whimper when he pulled out, but sat on the bed smiling as Puck removed and threw away the condom. Puck went into the bathroom and wiped himself off before coming back into the room and tossing the towel at Kurt. Kurt laughed when the towel landed over his head just as Puck had intended it to.

"That was…intense," He said quietly as he cleaned himself off and Puck pulled on his jeans.

"That was fucking awesome," Puck corrected, handing Kurt his underwear.

"Agreed," Kurt said as he pulled them on.

"You want to watch a movie or something?" Puck asked.

"I'm sorry?" Kurt paused in the middle of reaching down to grab his shirt. Puck tossed him his own t-shirt and moved back to the side of the bed.

"Well, you said we have until at least midnight. I figured we could put on a movie, recover a bit, maybe order a pizza or something, then have some more fun."

Kurt's eyes were wide with shock for a moment, but they softened as he took in Puck's words and pulled the t-shirt over his head, "That sounds fine."

"Great," Puck sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, "You choose. But, no musicals, got it?"

"Got it," Kurt smiled at him before moving to put in a movie. When he got back to the bed he sat down next to Puck, their thighs and shoulders touching. Puck wanted to take Kurt in his arms more than anything, but figured that they had taken enough steps for one day and he didn't want to push his luck. He satisfied himself when, halfway through the movie, Kurt put his head on his shoulder and didn't flinch in the slightest when Puck set a hand to his bare knee. Later, when he was in his own bed, looking up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, Puck couldn't help but grin. It had been a good day. Kurt had allowed him to give him a goodnight kiss before he left. And Artie and the weird, disembodied, creepy as hell voices were right. (And not even the voices could get him down.) He was definitely on the right track.