Kurt smiled and said, “That’ll do, babe; that’ll do.” He giggle quietly at his own movie reference, not sure if Puck had ever seenBabe. Instead of asking, he kissed him softly but shorter than Puck’s kiss had been.
Kurt nodded, still grinning. “I could definitely help with that—it can’t be as expensive as rent in my place plus utilities.” It took all of his strength of will to not throw himself at Puck and attack him with a hug and kisses and anything he wanted. There was no need to be completely lame and cheesy about it; they could save that for christening their place once they were back in the city.
“I know,” Kurt sighed and he laughed at Puck’s facial expression, “Agreed. Lovers works for teenagers in the olden days; now it just sounds horrible.” He laughed again and proposed, “How about bedmate? Doesn’t that get the point across in a way?” At the mention of a car, Kurt perked his head back up. “If you need help, I have years of experience. I’m not as good as my dad, but I’m not too shabby.” Kurt grinned again and added, “If I’m living with you I want to make sure we can get in that car and drive it safely, after all.”
Kurt tried to explain to Puck why he needed to say, but Puck kept on talking. When Puck was fully dressed and about to leave, Kurt finally talked, getting himself dressed as well. “But how am I supposed to call you? I don’t know your number; I just know where you live and work. And you know my dad will think you’re being a coward and you don’t really care if you just leave to avoid facing him!”
As he finished adjusting his scarf in his full length mirror, he turned to Puck, “Plus I drove you here. How are you getting home?”
Kurt bit his lip and went back to looking in the mirror as he thought. He could convince his dad if he was calmer and then bring Puck in after for the final convincing that it was serious. In fact, maybe it really would work better than having Puck there at the get go.
Kurt turned back to Puck and admitted, “Fine. Maybe you’re right. But you’ll have to talk to him at some point, even just to tell him where the place is. So I’ll call you over when it’s safe if you give me a number—and I swear to god if you run away from me again…” He shook his head and grabbed Puck’s hands, “I’ll see you soon. I love you. Je t’aime.”
Puck quirked an eyebrow, but smiled anyway. He loved to hear Kurt giggling like that, he had missed it a lot.
"Sounds like the Spice Girls to me," Puck said, and pretended to shiver in horror. He chuckled with Kurt. "Bedmate sounds kinky. I kinda like it." He grinned and kissed Kurt’s cheek. He nodded with Kurt’s offer. "Sounds like a plan. I don’t know much about mechanics anyway, so I’d probably make it worse than it is. Sarah’s gonna hate me for taking the truck, but I don’t wanna go back to not having a car." Puck smiled back at Kurt, "If you’re living with me, the least of your preoccupations has to be a car. You’re not leaving the room, like… ever," he teased poking his side.
Puck rolled his eyes and was about to tell Kurt he’d call him, since he already knew Kurt’s number by heart, but then he heard Kurt call him a coward. Puck turned around and quirked an eyebrow. “Hey, I’m not a coward! Your dad wanted to kill me even before we broke up, what am I supposed to do now? I mean, c’mon, it’s not like he’s gonna sit down and listen to my reasons or something like that, he’ll get the shotgun.” He looked at Kurt as he fixed his scarf and turned around. “I can walk, it’s not like I’m gonna freeze out there,” he said sarcastically.
He observed Kurt but stayed silent. He knew Kurt was thinking about the possibilities. And yeah, maybe he was a bit scared of what Burt could do to him, but he still was right. If, as Kurt seemed to think, Burt was so alike to Puck, he’d hit and then ask questions. And Puck didn’t have a gun like Burt did, it was kind of unfair.
"Okay, I’ll talk to him," Puck said just as Kurt said he was right, and Puck heard him before he talked again. "I won’t, okay?" Puck said as he hugged Kurt and kissed the corner of his mouth. "And I’ll talk to your dad. But I need a shower. Let’s go back to my place so I can shower and change into something more… well, actually, less me. And then we’ll come back and talk to your dad and all that crap." Puck rolled his eyes jokingly, but kissed Kurt’s lips softly. "I can’t talk to your dad when I stink like sex like this. He’s gonna notice and I’m gonna die sooner than I want to."
Puck grinned as he kissed Kurt’s cheek. “Yeah, I je time you too.”