Puck's horse neighed and galloped obediently, until his rider pulled on the reigns for him to stop. The horse paused, leaning down to gnaw on some grass while its owner walked up to the tall down they had stopped in front of. He put his hands on his hips, and examined the vines trailing up the sides; he looked at the rusted bits of metal and the few broken gargoyles that either hung to the tower or had fallen to the ground. "Hmmm
there's gotta be a needy princess in there. A girl in desperate need of the Puckasaurus."
The horse neighed again, and Puck cast him a glare.
"Shut up." Puck cleared his throat, and widened his stance to appear a little more manly. "Princess, Princess! Let down your hair!" Puck called out, the line that had worked for him so many times before.
There was silence for what felt like far longer than it actually was. Puck waited, never breaking his stance, act, or heroic grin. Finally, he heard a stirring up in the room at the top of the tower. "I don't have that long of hair, but I've got scarves!" Puck scratched the back of his neck.
"Okay Princess. Whatever you like." There's a loud rusting, some crashing and a few high pitched yelps, before a long, draw out whoosh. Puck looked up just in time to get a face full of light, feathery scarves. He grumbled and mumbled about something how girls weren't always worth the trouble. Nonetheless he tied the end of the scarves around his waist. "Is it secure?"
"Yes!" The princess stood at the top of the tower; even when Puck squinted, he couldn't make out anything but dazzling blue eyes. "Hurry, fair prince!"
"I wonder if she'll be upset when she learns I'm not a prince." Puck began to scale the side of the tower.
Kurt looked down at the man scaling the tower; dreamily, he rested his chin in his hand and stared, unabashed. The man sounded gorgeous. With a lovelorn sigh, Kurt pondered to himself.
"I wonder if he'll be disappointed when he finds out I'm not a princess."
Kurt hurried to back away and prepare himself for the boy coming to get him. He threw on a dash of make and cologne, he straightened his outfit and brushed out imaginary wrinkles. With a satisfied grin, Kurt deemed himself ready for the prince.
"Princess? You here?" Kurt whirled around, grinning flirtatiously.
In mid-step towards each other, they both froze.
"You aren't a princess."
"You're not a prince."
Kurt crossed his arms, and tilted his head to the side. Puck groaned, running a hand over his face. "Well, this is awkward." Kurt snapped, sitting on his bed and crossing his legs as well. Puck sighed over dramatically.
"You think? You couldn't have told me you weren't a girl?" Kurt shrugged.
"I wanted to see if maybe you swung both ways. If not then I could just push you out the window. Besides, this whole thing is entirely your fault for lying about being a prince."
"Because a Prince can get me out of here. A stupid horn-dog like you won't get me anywhere but bored." Puck glared.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the throne this morning." Puck began to wander around the small room, fiddling with things here and there. "So, why're you locked up? You see like a good kid. A bitch, but a good kid."
"Gee, thanks." Kurt snapped sarcastically. "My dad wants me to be rescued by a wonderful prince who will protect my virtue until after marriage. Someone he knows will treat me right." Puck and Kurt laughed mirthlessly in unison. They froze, and their eyes met.
"You know, I do really like anything that's human and is alive." Puck teased. "You ever been kissed?"
"Once. That's why my dad locked me up in here. A man who was supposed to be a possible suitor forced a kiss on me. He was beheaded of course, and then My Father locked me up in here." Puck snickered, sitting beside Kurt on the bed. Kurt leaned in close.
"You've got quite the background, don't you?"
"Yes, indeed I do. Now are you going to kiss me or will I really have to through you out the window?" Puck laughed and closed the distance between their lips.
Burt nodded and grunted compliantly as the suitor he had chosen for his son spoke with animation. Blaine Anderson was a charming young man, a bit uptight. But, Burt reasoned, that was god for someone like his son. "This means a lot, Sir Hummel. I've heard so much about your son, and it really will be such an honor to court him."
"You seem like just his type," Burt mumbled, thankful as they drew upon the tower. The carriage came to a stop, and Burt moved to the tower door. Blaine trotted behind him like an excited puppy. It was as he slipped the key into the lock that he noticed something odd about that nearby bush. Burt walked away from the door and came upon the bush.
"Um, Sir Hummel?"
"Young Anderson, does this bush look strange to you?" Burt asked curtly. Blaine peered down at it, tapping his chin.
"A bit, yes." He cocked his head to one side. "Is it supposed to be covered in scarves?"
Kurt tightened his hold around Puck, clinging to the warmth. He nuzzled the back of Puck's neck, kissing it lightly. "Do I need to pull over?"
"No, we need to get as far away from the tower as possible, really fast." Puck nodded, snapping the reigns and speeding up their trip. Kurt smiled. "What made you change your mind?"
"You're sassy. It's cute." Kurt blushed but grinned even more. "Plus you seem like you could be a fantastic rebel, and I love a rebel in the making." Puck grumbled the next part under his breath. "Even if you won't put out until you're married." Kurt pinched his taut stomach lightly.
"I'm not a whore. But you're a good kisser."
"Will you still be so fond of me when I leave you high and dry for the next sweet ass I see?" Kurt laughed, giggling under his breath.
"That's the funny thing. If you dump me, I'll tell my Father everything that happened. But maybe I'll forget to mention that came willingly, and he'll think you kidnapped me. And you won't have many sweet asses to plunder after that." Kurt laughed harder a Puck's audible, nervous swallow. "Now, about that proposal."
"Uh, no. Look, I won't leave you. Doesn't mean I'm gonna marry you, sweetheart." Kurt pouted, leaning forward and nibbling on Puck's ear. "S-shit, cut that out."
"Marry me and I'll do a lot more." Puck shook his head defiantly. "If you like it you gotta put a ring on it, hon." Puck rolled his eyes, doing his best to ignore Kurt's advances as they rode into the town.
"Look, I'm gonna get us a room at the inn. You're going to stay there while I get some food and liquor, alright?" Kurt nodded. "I can't have some other man stealing you away." In spite of himself, Kurt laughed, hugging Puck again. Once they dismounted from the horse, and through a shawl over Kurt's head, Puck ushered him upstairs. "You promise to stay here?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die." Kurt teased with a wink. Puck rolled his eyes.
"Wait," Kurt waited until Puck was facing him again. "A kiss good bye?" Puck grinned and stepped back towards him. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Hurry back, sweet prince."
"Stay here, my darling princess." Kurt waved god bye, and locked the door behind him. He head Puck's footsteps pitter patter away.
When Puck returned to the room, he had to pick the lock with his knife. But it was worth it to see Kurt asleep, waiting for him on the bed. He set the food on the table, and shook his companion awake. Kurt gave a start, but smiled when he realized just who's face it was that he was waking up to. "Hey, you're back."
"Yeah. And I've got something for you?"
"Food? Cuz I'm starving."
"Well that too." Puck motioned to the table. Kurt scurried to the table and dug around to pull out a sandwich and a flask of ale. "But something I think you'll like a lot more." Kurt perked up, sitting on the bed again. "Close your eyes and hold out your hand."
"Your other hand." A little confused, Kurt held out his left hand. "Now, if you scream, squeal, or blow this entirely out of proportion, I will take it back." Kurt's breathing hitched. "Prince Kurt Hummel, may I have your hand in marriage?" A cool band slipped onto his finger, and Kurt gasped.
"Oh god," he stared down the shiny silver band, then his eyes drifted to a matching one on Puck's finger. "Honest? Really?"
"Yes, really. That would be cruel to say 'oh haha just kidding!' And cruel, I am not." Kurt set down the sandwich, shaking as he struggled to set down the flask without spilling it. He moved closer to Puck.
"Thank you so much." Kurt couldn't take his eyes off the ring. He grinned, wrapping his arms around Puck's neck. "I guess you'll be wanting your reward?"
"Actually, I think I'd like to get to know you first." Kurt tilted his head. "I just asked to marry you. I think I should be more intimate with your personality first."
"Well aren't you just full of surprises, Sir Puckerman!"
"Please Kurt, call me Noah." Kurt grinned, pursing hi lips. Puck obliged. A few moments passed before they pulled away. "So. I'm Noah Puckerman. You're Kurt Hummel."
"Indeed I am."
"Let's start with
"Your favorite color." Puck grinned; this seemed like it was going to be the beginning of a very lovely relationship.