Voyeuristic Intention

No one had really paid attention to them before. It was just an old homosexual couple that had taken to walking their aging Lhasa Ahpso in the field across the street of Mckinley. They weren't bothering anyone; if anything, they were just an inside joke of WMHS.
They were definitely well aged. Maybe in their late fifties. The taller of the two also seemed to have a stern look on his face, his deep set coal colored eyes almost never seemed to blink. His forehead was well exposed, the product of a dangerously receding hairline. His clothes were definitely nothing to write home about; a simple t-shirt and ripped jeans. The other was short and frumpy with a full head of wiry dark curls. He was definitely better dressed than his partner, although the thick rimmed glasses perched on his nose were definitely a put off.

Kurt knew them by name. Kevin Cooper (the taller of the two) had come to Hummel Tire and Lube occasionally for oil changes on his station wagon. Tim, his partner, had come along one time, and Kevin, Kurt, and he had all gotten into a heated discussion of DADT while Burt work on the station wagon. Kurt quite liked them.

The couple, as unusual as it was, made Puck uncomfortable. One day when had snuck out behind the school with Santana for a quick romp he noticed the two watching quite intently as she went down on him. At first he assumed it was because Santana was one hot chick, but then he realized that they were the gay couple who were always creeping around the campus. Normally he'd relish in someone eyeing him but it honestly just creeped him out. He pulled the Latina girl off, whispered to her that they were being watched, and together they headed inside.

Before it happened, Kurt and Puck had never really talked much outside of glee. Puck stuck to hanging out with his football friends while Kurt stuck with Mercedes, Tina, and Brittany. The two never expected things would turn out the way they did.

Burt was out running an errand one weekend and so Kurt was the only one around. On weekdays there would be other workers to man the shop but Burt gave them weekends off, so it was just him and Kurt. It was a well known rule that walk-ins were not permitted on weekends; so when Kevin Cooper pulled up outside the garage, Kurt felt a bit guilty because he would have to send him away.

Kevin approached Kurt, the same stern look on his face that he always had. The brunette boy immediately stood from the ripped pleather chair behind the work desk and smiled at him. "Mr. Cooper," Kurt started. "I'm sorry but unless it's an emergency I can't take walk-ins today." He explained.

"Oh," Kevin frowned. "There's no possible way you can't take a quick look at it? I'll throw you a twenty for your time."

Kurt's eyes lit up. Twenty plus the sixty he already had meant that he'd be able to get that hat he'd been eyeing all week. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt." He smiled and came around the desk. "Let's just keep this under the table hush hush from my Dad, hm?" With a wink, Kurt happily led the way out to the station wagon.

He made quick work of opening the hood and propping it up. Kurt placed his hands on either side of the front end and scanned his eyes over the engine. Nothing was out of place and everything seemed fine. He bent down to take a closer look at the oil.

The first blow to the back of his head didn't knock him out, but it certainly sent Kurt stumbling to the ground with a cry of pain. With a wince, he wearily turns his bleary vision to Kevin, who towered over him, a wrench in his hand. Kurt had no time to react or even think before he was struck again, succesfully rendering him unconcious.

Across town, Puck was gearing up for one of his last pool cleaning gigs of the season. The weather was getting colder and not a lot of people would be using their pools until the next summer. He pulled his truck close to the curb before grabbing his bag and keys and heading for the door.

He'd never been to that particular house before and had only spoken to them over the phone. It was a small cottage type home and he could see the edge of the above ground pool in the back yard. He knocked on the door lightly, triggering the barking of some yappy little dog. After a moment of waiting the door opened, revealing a smiling Tim Cooper.

Puck shifted nervously. He hadn't realized it was THOSE Cooper's. It wasn't like he had anything against gay people. Just them. They irked him with the way he'd caught them staring more than once. He quickly recovered and plastered a fake smile on his face. "Hi I'm-"

"Mr. Puckerman. The pool boy?" Tim eyed him up and down before stepping aside. "Please, the pool is in the back right through that door there. Have at it." He chuckled and shut the door after Puck. "I'll just be inside working if you need anything, okay hun?"

Puck nodded and quickly made his way through the back door, planning to do the job as quick as posible.

...

To Puck's surprise, the only time Tim had bothered him was when he came out to give him a glass of Coke. It was hot out, so the jock eagerly thanked the man before chugging down the drink and returning to his work.

He was sitting on the edge with a skimmer reaching far over for a cluster of dead leaves when he started feeling dizzy. Puck brushed it off, assuming it was the heat. He continued working as gradually the dizziness grew worse and he was forced to push himself from the edge and onto the ground in fear that he might fall in. After a few steps his vision became blurry and his legs became like jelly.

The last thing he saw before passing out was Mr. Cooper grinning at him through the kitchen window.

...

"-ck... Puck! Damn it, please wake up-"

Puck groans and snuggles into the pillow his head is on. "Ma, five more minutes..." He mumbles, blindly moving his hand around to find the covers.

"Puck, please!" The strangely familiar and frantic voice cries again. This time, they give the boy a shake to go with their pleas.

That's when he remembers what had happened. How he was working, how he had passed out with Tim Cooper watching him. His eyes snapped open and he shot up into a sitting position, nearly knocking over the person who had been hovering over him.

"Hummel?!"

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed where Puck had woken up, a patch of gauze just below his hairline on his forehead. The expression on his face was complete and utter terror, although he seemed relieved that Puck had finally opened his eyes.

Puck growled before grabbing Kurt's wrist in a tight grip. "What the fuck is this?! What'd you do to me?!"

Kurt flinched under his gleemate's harsh gaze. "I don't know! I was just with Mr. Cooper and then he-" He jumped when Puck jerked his body as he grabbed his shoulders. The movement sent even more pain through his already throbbing head.

"Mr. Cooper?! As in those gay dudes?! Fuck!" Puck got off of the bed and looked around the room they were in. It was small, and it seemed that the bed and dresser barely fit inside. He immediately went for the door which was only a few steps away and swore under his breath when it didn't budge. There weren't any windows either. He nervously rubbed his head as he paced the floor, the gaudy sponge painted walls seeming to close in on him.

Having watched Puck try the door he had tried when he first woke up, Kurt was even more on edge. "Puck?"

Puck turned back to the other occupant of the room. "I was cleaning those faggot's pool when I passed out!" He paused awkwardly. "No offense." Kurt shook his head and urged him to continue. "What the fuck could they want?"

Kurt looked around the room as well and caught sight of something. He got up from the bed, clutching his aching head and wandered over to where a video camera was perched on a tri-pod. "Are they watching us...?"

Puck came to his side and looked at the black screen of the camera. "It's not on."

"This is ridiculous." Kurt brushed past Puck and ran to the door. He jiggled the handle frantically as he cursed under his breath. When he recieved no results he took to slamming his fist against the door. "Hey! HEY! IS ANYONE OUT THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF!!" He yelled.

Letting Kurt release his frustrations, Puck sank to the floor, pressing his back against the wall. If they were both with one of the Cooper's before they were brought to wherever they were it was obviously no coincidence. They were there for a reason. Puck could only hope it wouldn't end either of their lives. He pulled his knees close to his chest and when he did, he felt something press into his hip.

His cellphone.

Puck dug into his pocket quickly pulled out the old fliphone. It felt significantly lighter than usual. With a heavy heart, he turned it over with shaking hands and felt as the small flicker of hope died out. Someone had taken the battery out. He assumed it was the same for Kurt's. They were teasing them. With a frustrated shout, he tossed the phone across the room, catching Kurt's attention.

Kurt saw the phone and instantly went to grab it with a gasp of hapiness. "Don't bother." Puck grumbled. "They took the battery. Yours is probably gone too." He watched as the younger boy reached into his pocket and pulled out his blackberry. Both the back cover and battery were missing.

"I don't understand." Kurt whispered, crossing the room to take a seat next to Puck. They sat in similar positions, their knees pulled to their chests, their shoulders tense. "Why us?"

Ignoring his question, Puck glanced at Kurt's damaged forehead. "What happened to your head?"

"He hit me with a wrench. Twice. Someone must have took care of it while I was unconcious."

"I swear to God," Puck hissed, locking his eyes on the door. "As soon as those fuckers show their faces I'm gonna be the living shit out of them and get us the fuck out of here."

...

Minutes turned to hours and soon the two boy's had absolutely no idea how long they'd been in the room. Kurt was worrying for his dad. Sure, he had Carole and Finn but he was positive Burt would be worrying himself sick. He sighed and got up from the bed, wandering uselessly over to the door. Earlier, he and Puck had attempted ramming themselves into it but even then it hadn't budged.

The door handle jiggled and Kurt flew back, his eyes wide. Puck stood up behind him and yanked him back even further when the door opened, revealing Kevin and Tim Cooper.

"I knew it!" Puck growled, keeping his grip on Kurt's arm. For Kurt's protection or his own comfort? He wasn't sure. "Why the fuck do you have us here?! YOU SICK FUCKS!"

Tim frowned. "Now that's just plain rude. We haven't even done anything yet." He watched fondly as Kevin moved over to the video camera and switched it on.

"Excuse me?" Kurt glared, secretely wondering where his courage to even speak was coming from. Inside, he was absolutely terrified. "If you hadn't noticed, we've been locked in this damn room for hours! And your viking of a boyfriend over there beat me upside the head with a WRENCH."

Kevin ignored the confrontation and positioned the camera so it was facing the bed. When he was satisfied, he glanced at the two teens. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Don't give me that shit!" Before he had even finished his sentence, Puck had let go of Kurt's hand and lunged at Tim. He was so close, his finger tips brushed the cotton of his polo, when he heard the click. The cold metal of a gun barrel was pressed against his temple. Kurt gasped from behind him and Puck's hands flew up in surrender.

Tim watched, satisfied as his partner held the gun to Puck's head. "Let me rephrase what Kevin has said. You do what we want, you get through this unharmed, you don't? Well, obviously you know now."

"Don't hurt him!" Kurt pleaded, clutching the hem of his shirt. "What do you want us to do?"

"Oh, Kurt, sweetie. You look so magnificent when you're terified. Why don't you lie down on the bed, hm?" The chunky man smiled and batted his eyes at Kurt.

Behind the gun, Puck had an expression of disgust and he boldly opened his mouth. "You brought us here to rape us?!" Kurt obviously hadn't put two and two together, because he heard a slight choke of fear come from behind him.

"Not exactly. You see, me and Kevin are what you'd call voyeuristic. We get off on watching. Which is why we've brought you two lovely boys here. Understand?"

"N-no..." Kurt whispered, his eyes wide. "I'm a virgin! Please, I'll do anything but that just-" For the first time since he'd woken up, he could feel his eyes filling with tears. "I don't want it to happen this way..."

Tim smiled sadistically. "Which is exactly why we brought you here." He glanced at Kevin. "We immediately took notice of you when we first moved here. You're gay, you're gorgeous, and a virgin. We learned that little tidbit while overhearing one of your phone conversations with your lady friends. You're perfect for us." He then turned his attention to Puck who was gritting his teeth, obviously waiting for any chance he could take to retaliate. "And Noah," Tim let out a hiss of breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "You are simply scrumptious. You certainly know how to make everyone squirm. How could we not choose you to be the top to our bottom?"

"He's not your anything! You sick-"

"Shut. Up." Kevin stated sternly.

With a chuckle, Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out two blue pills. "I want you to take these, Noah. We figured your first time you may be a bit... shy, so we're taking precautionary measures."

Puck reared back as much as he could when the pills were pressed to his lips. "Shove it!" When the words left his lips, the pressure of the gun left his temple and he watched with wide eyes as Kevin turned the gun on Kurt.

"Take them."

Opening his mouth, the jock allowed the pills to be pushed inside and he reluctantly swallowed. Tim smiled proudly. "Good!" He extracted a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and proceeded to lock Puck's wrists behind his back "Now, it's gonna take a bit for the drug to kick in, but once it does you'll be ready and rarin' to go. Oh, I am so excited." Puck glared up at the man as he was pushed back onto the bed. "Kev? Why don't we get something to eat and come back in a bit, all right?"

Kevin grunted in repsonse, and backed up, keeping the gun on Kurt who was paralyzed with fear. He only dropped his aim when he and Tim were out of the room and the door was being shut. Soon, the lock clicked in place and they were alone again.

With a cry, Kurt fell to his knees. "I wanna go home!"

"Kurt!" Puck called from the bed. "Kurt, look at me. I promise you, I'm gonna get us home." He struggled in the cuffs. "Fuck. You've gotta help me. At least get me into a better position."

Wiping at his eyes, Kurt quickly rose to his feet and heaved Puck further back onto the bed. They stared at eachother for a long moment until Puck squirmed uncomfortably. The tension grew between them as they took in what they were about to be forced to do.

After a while, Puck heard Kurt sniffle. "I'm just glad it'll be with you..." If he meant out of everyone or just out of the Cooper's, Puck was unsure; but hearing that confession sent Puck into a whirlwind of emotions. How dare the Cooper's treat anyone like that? Threaten them and force them to perfom sexual acts right in front of them? Forcing him to steal Kurt's virginity, something he was sure the boy cherished. It enraged him.

He'd felt himself becoming turned on more and more with each minute that passed by. "Kurt, I don't want to do this to you." He ground out through clenched teeth. The tightness in his pants was becoming very noticeable, Puck feared that his need for release would push him too far. If he truly was forced to do... that to Kurt he wanted to atleast try to make it as pleasureable as possible for him.

"You're sweating," Kurt pointed out, and nervously reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Are you hot?"

Puck flinched at the touch as it sent sparks through his body. Whatever they'd given him was definitely kicking into full speed. His hazel eyes locked with Kurt's blue eyes. "Kiss me."

Kurt's eyes widened. "W-What?"

"Kurt, I don't think we're gonna have a choice as to whether we do this or not; and to be honest I'd rather do this alone with you, okay? If you don't want to, fine. We'll just wait and see what happens, but I think-" The frightened jock's words were cut off when a pair of full lips were thrust down onto his own. Kurt choked out a sob as their mouths opened and their tongues clashed sloppily.

Pale, clammy hands clutched either side of Puck's face as they continued to kiss desperately. Kurt climbed further onto the bed and kneeled next to his chest, leaning down in an awkward position so he'd be able to reach Puck's lips. With the added effect of the drug, Puck felt himself becoming increasingly turned on and wished his hands hadn't been bound so he'd be able to at least touch the boy. He truly wished that the circumstances were different.

Kurt finally pulled away and let out a choked cry. "I can't... Puck, I don't want to. Not here."

Doing the best he could, Puck pulled himself into a seated position. "It's okay," He soothed. His erection was becoming more and more uncomfortable and he tried to think of anything disgusting to make it go away. "We'll figu-"

The door opened for the second time and both boy's froze, terrified. The Cooper's sauntered in, and even though Kevin didn't have it in his grasp, Puck could see the gun shoved into his belt.

"Figured you'd start without us? My dear boys, that's just rude." Tim chided. Kevin stood near the door, eyeing them carefully as Tim walked back out of the room and came back a moment later with two folding chairs. He set them up at the foot of his bed and then nodded at his work.

"How'd you-" Puck started, but was cut off by Tim.

"Know what you were doing? Noah, I assumed you were smarter than that. Why, the video camera of course. It's hooked up to a live stream so we can watch your every move now." He approached the side of the bed, standing way too close to Kurt for both boy's comfort. "You are just too adorable, all sniffling and whining." He then eyed Puck's crotch and grinned. "I just love how big of a boy you are. Make sure not to break the poor thing in two, hmm?"

Puck glared as hard as he could. "FUCK YOU! I won't do that to him!"

"Fuck me? That's not the reason why I've brought you here. Kurt, dear, why don't you go over and see Kevin so he can help you from your clothes while I help Noah?" The older man didn't wait for a response, he just grabbed a protesting Kurt by his arm and shoved him in the direction of Kevin.

When Kurt was pushed into Kevin's arms, pleading to not be touched, Puck used all of his leg strength to stand up and attempt to make his way to the pair. He was stopped when Kevin used the low method of holding the gun to Kurt's head.

"Make a wrong move and I won't hesitate putting a bullet through his head, and then yours." The lanky man threatened.

"If you're willing to be a good boy and listen to what we say, we'll even take the cuffs off. Doesn't that sound nice?" Tim added.

"It-It's okay." Kurt said softly, his breath uneven. "I'm okay. Puck- just do what they say."

Keeping his eyes set on Kurt, Puck turned his back to Tim. "Take off the fucking cuffs then, you son of a bitch." Ignoring his attitude, Tim eagerly freed Puck's wrists. Before the mohawked boy could react, he was reaching around for the button of his jeans. "Woa- What are you doing?!" Puck asked.

"Taking your pants off, of course."

"I can do it myself!" Wrenching himself from Tim's grip, Puck crossed the room and to Kurt. grabbed his hands in his own. "Kurt. Look at me." Teary green eyes met his own. "Good," He whispered shakily and started leading him away from Kevin and towards the bed. "Don't look at them. Look at me. Don't listen to them. Listen to me. All right?"

"Yes." Kurt gasped out and then bit his bottom lip. He desperately avoided looking at Tim and Kevin who proceeded to seat themselves in the chairs at the foot of the bed. He let out a soft sound when Puck leaned in and pressed their lips together. His insides were crawling, a terrible feeling he never wanted to experience again.

Kneading Kurt's shoulder gently with one hand, Puck undid his belt with the other. As he did, he heard the mocking praise of Tim, he wanted so badly to tell both of them to shove it, but when he opened his eyes he could see that Kevin was still prepared to shoot at any moment. He undid the button and fly of his pants and moved his hips in a way that made the baggy jeans easily slip down his legs. He cursed the fact that he'd gone commando when Kurt pulled away, his eyes wide and scared when he felt his erection against his hip. The brunette made a weak noise of protest but Puck stroked his cheeks soothingly. "Shh, shh. It's okay Kurt. I won't hurt you." He paused, taking in a breath. "Are you-... can I take these off?" Puck asked, gesturing to Kurt's jeans.

There was a light groan that came from either Tim or Kevin that they both tried to put to the back of their mind as Kurt answered. "Uh.. Y-Yeah. Go ahead." After Kurt had given his permission, Puck undid Kurt's tight jeans and pushed them down past his knees, revealing tight red briefs. Green eyes fluttered closed, embarassed.

Puck ran his fingers lightly over the newly exposed skin of Kurt's thigh. As much as he hated to admit it, the pill the Cooper's had given him was definitely working at full force and Puck found himself wanting to do nothing less then throw his glee mate down and pound him into the mattress. He held back as well as he could. Kurt was already terrified, he needed to be there for him. The brunette wasn't even hard. After slipping off both of their shirts, leaving him completely naked and Kurt only in his briefs, Puck backed the boy towards the mattress until they fell back. Tim let out an excited giggle.

He stroked every available expanse of exposed skin as they kissed, keeping the Cooper's in the back of his mind. Kurt on the other hand was still unable to focus, clutching tightly at Puck's shoulders and keeping his eyes shut. "Just me and you, Kurt... Me and you. Don't worry about them." The jock whispered, pulling their lips apart. Puck pressed his lips against Kurt's jaw line first and then slowly made his way down his neck, collar bone and then to a dusty pink nipple. He glanced back up at Kurt who was staring down at him with wide eyes, his face flushed. Puck flashed him a reassuring, albeit uneasy smile before flicking his tongue over the tiny bud. The body underneath him jolted slightly as Puck continued to suckle on Kurt's nipple, lightly scraping his teeth across.

Kurt gasped and he quickly threw his hands over his mouth to muffle any other noises that dared to involuntarily escape. Tim tutted and shook his head. "Let them out, sweetie." Kurt wasn't about to oblige, but Kevin's dark glare scared him into doing so. After he and Puck exchanged a quick glance, Puck continued his journey past Kurt's nipples and down his navel. He lightly nibbled on his hipbone and the skin just above where his briefs started before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling. Puck let out a breath, glad to see Kurt was becoming slightly turned on.

Leaning in, Puck nuzzled Kurt's growing erection. Kurt cried out, feeling uncomfortably exposed. After placing a light kiss to the boy's shaft, Puck crawled back up and pressed their lips together as he wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock. As he worked to get Kurt fully hard he was surprised to feel the soft touch on his own cock. They moaned lightly into each others mouths as they stroked each other. Kurt's leg hooked up close to Puck's waist and his back arched.

Puck was close, so close. Kurt was becoming more and more confident in his touching and was even thrusting their hips together. Just as he felt his balls tighten an annoying voice and an unwanted touch on his shoulder pulled him out of his reverie.

"Now now. As much fun as this is, we're not looking for just cock play." As Tim spoke, Kurt buried his face into Puck's chest. Tim thrust a bottle of lube and a condom in between them. "Be safe, children. Noah, make sure to pound his cute little ass good, hmm?"

After listening to Tim, Puck got off of Kurt before positioning himself between his legs, holding onto the lube and condom. "Dumb ass mother fucker." Puck grumbled under his breath. "Kurt... You good?" He asked.

"Ye-" The brunette's voice cracked. "Yes." To prove his point, his scooted further down and spread his legs wider, revealing his pink hole. His heart thudded against his chest and he kept his eyes locked on Puck who was looking down at him hungrily, not wanting to even think about Kevin and Tim watching. Above him, Puck uncapped the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Soon, the soothing touch of Puck's lips on his inner thigh distracted him as the jock slipped his index finger past the muscled rim. "P-Puck..." Kurt hissed as the finger was worked in and out. Puck added a second finger soon after the first, scissoring and bending his knuckles to loosen Kurt's muscles. When he added the third finger, Kurt was writhing beneath him, letting out soft little sounds. Curiously, Puck crooked his finger in a way he'd read about online while looking up prostates. After a bit of searching, his finger tips reached something spongy which made Kurt nearly fly off the bed in pleasure.

Leaning up to press a quick kiss against Kurt's lips, Puck pulled his fingers out of Kurt's quivering entrance. He leaned back slightly and opened the condom wrapper quickly before expertly rolling it on. Behind him, the chairs creaked from Kevin and Tim either leaning in eagerly, or getting their own dicks out. Puck grimaced at the thought and focused on Kurt. "You ready?" He asked, positioning his cock at Kurt's entrance.

As he nodded, Kurt grabbed Puck by the back of his head and pulled him down for an open mouthed kiss. He distracted himself with their tongues as Puck slowly pushed in. Tears sprang to his eyes at the feeling of being split open by the other boy's large cock. When Puck was fully sheathed inside, Kurt had never felt so full and he threw his head back with a gasp, clutching Puck's arms. Puck stayed stationary, breathing heavily above him as he attempted to give Kurt time to adjust, something he greatly appreciated.

"Move." Kevin's deep voice boomed from behind them.

Puck flinched. He wanted to move just as much as the Cooper's wanted him to, but he didn't want to hurt Kurt more than he already had. "But he's-"

"I fucking said to move."

"It-It's okay." Kurt moaned, his voice shaking. He reached up and lightly stroked Puck's perspiring cheek. To prove his point, he moved his own hips back and then forward, moving Puck's cock inside of him. Both of them groaned at the sensation.

With a slight bit of confidence that he wouldn't hurt Kurt, Puck pulled his hips back and then snapped them forward. He knew, with the added effect of whatever drug they'd given him that he wouldn't last long. He interlaced his fingers with Kurt's and brought them above their heads as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. To get a better angle for easier access, he grabbed one of Kurt's legs, knowing the boy was quite flexible and drew it over his shoulder. He angled his hips slightly and quickly found the bundle of nerves that left Kurt screaming out with every other thrust.

Despite the circumstances, both Puck and Kurt felt their orgasms building quickly. Puck reached down in between them and pumped Kurt's cock a few times in time with his thrusts and the boy came with a loud cry all over their stomachs. Kurt's muscles tightened when he came, squeezing Puck even tighter than before, and he came moments later.

Puck collapsed on top of Kurt and they both struggled to catch their breath. The sound of chairs scooting back echoed through the now quiet room. "Good job boys." Tim wiped his hands with a tissue. "Now, we allowed you to be completely vanilla this time, but next time be prepared to push your boundaries, mmkay?"Kevin was already heading for the door as Tim continued. "We'll be back in a bit to help you clean up." And just like that, they were gone. As if nothing had happened.

Puck pulled out of Kurt, who hissed at the sensation, and then removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it across the room, uncaring of where it landed. He looked down at Kurt who looked exhausted. "You all right?" Puck asked, brushing the hair from his eyes.

"Not really... " Kurt's voice was weak. "I mean, it's not you- I wish... I wish it could have been just us." He mumbled and more tears fell. "They said next time. Puck, they're not gonna let us go now? Even after-"

Feeling himself becoming choked up at that realization, Puck laid down next to Kurt. "I don't know... I honestly don't know, but I'm here with you. You're not alone... Okay?"

Kurt swallowed. "Okay..."

A/N: Woo! Well. Yes. This story was inspired by a prompt on LJ. I'm really no good at describing sexy times, so it was definitely a big step for me to pick this up but, what can I say? It attracted the enormously large pervert in me. There is more to come!

Anyone wanna take a wild guess as to where the title is from? 8D It's pretty easy.