First Second and Third....

Kurt Hummel tastes like cherry and bubblegum. That's the first thought that crosses Puck's mind as he slams his lips into Kurt and tries to get that pretty, pink mouth open.

Kurt Hummel slaps like a pro is the second one.

"That was my first kiss, you jerk!" Kurt's eyes were wide and bright, his face flushed.

"You punched me!" Puck rubbed his sore jaw (was it going to bruise?)

"You stole my first kiss!!"

"Well, you're lucky, then. You got your first by the best"

"That's so not the point!" Kurt's face was red and his eyes were flashing with anger and Puck thought he was the cutest thing he has ever seen. He looked adorable. Without thinking, Puck lounged forward and pressed his lips to the other boy's soft one.

This time, Kurt pushed him (no more slapping, thank God) but Puck noticed that it took him some more time to reject him. Good.

"What the fuck? Didn't you hear me? What are you doing, you… you… evolutionary mishap"

Puck was sure he should be offended, even if he didn't really understand the kicker's insult. But how could he be mad at that pretty face. Especially when the gleek was gasping, lips a little redder by the kissing, hip jutted out, arms crossed over his chest. He looked so cute! Puck decided that angry Kurt, was his favourite Kurt-look.

"I heard you. Now, I have your first and second kiss!"

"Wh-what?"

He took a step forward. Kurt backed one step. Another step forward. One step back.

"Pu-Puck? What are you doing? This is not funny!"

Kurt voice was higher than usual and he closed his eyes in fear when he finally hit the wall behind him. Puck had him trapped. Puck was kissing him. Again. A small peck this time, no tongue trying to get into his mouth.

"There. Now I got your third one" Another kiss "And your fourth one" Kiss "Your fifth one" Kiss "Sixth" Kiss "Seventh" Kiss"Eig--"

This time it was Kurt kissing Puck, a real kiss, open mouths searching each other, pale hands grabbing broad shoulder while the other boy circled the gleek's waist, pulling him closer.

When they finally broke the kiss, Kurt looked up, green-blue eyes wide and filled with questions
"Why?"

"Because you are perfect. Because you have the prettiest smile when you let your guard down. Because you sing so good. Because even when we tossed you into the dumpster, you still managed to look like you waltzed out of a magazine. Because you have a really bad ass kicking leg. Because your hair is smooth and you smell like soap and the ocean. Because your eyes can be green or blue or a little bit grey if you are happy, or angry or just moody. Because you're a loyal friend. Because you're Kurt"

Kurt just stood there dumbfounded, blushing furiously.

"I…"

"And you're the cutest thing ever when you're angry! All fired up. And I was thinking that and I heard you complaining to Aretha about never being kissed and I just though 'what the fuck?' I wanna be that first" He raised a hand to caress Kurt's red cheek "And the last. I wanna be your first and your last and the only one in between. So, what do you say?"

Puck decided that Kurt lounging forward and kissing him desperately could be taken as a 'yes'.