Benfday - Part 1a: A BTSB Story
Author’s note: It’s Benfday; enough said. I foresee four parts for this story, and I'll do my best to post one chapter per week. So please bear with me for a little while, k? Still unbetaed, so sorry for any possible mistakes. And remember that feedback is loved, cherished and framed!
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Benfday - Part 1A
When Nana, Kurt and Mrs. H got into a shouting match with Mr. H due to the shotgun pointed at Noah’s head because Hummel (Noah’s Hummel) was adamant about not giving up their (his) sleeping arrangements while Ma cried her eyes out asking Noah why, oh why couldn’t he have found a nice Jewish boy to fall in love with instead of a diva German one whose Dad owned a shotgun and wasn’t shy on using it, and with Ben singing ‘Py benfday ta Ben in the background¸ Noah knew it was fucking time to pry his eyes open and face the long weekend ahead of them.
He rolled on his side only to find the back of Kurt’s head at arms reach, so he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around the green flannel clad body of his sleeping mate and smiled. Kurt could bitch the hell out of Noah’s flannels, sweatshirts, jerseys and whatever other clothes Noah possessed as much as he wanted, because for Noah the only thing that would count the most about his clothes was seeing Kurt’s slender body swimming in them after a perfect fuck.
Now if he could only talk princess into helping him with the morning wood pocking that perfect royal ass…
“’m not interested, Puckerman,” Kurt mumbled into his pillow. Noah just ignored him without withholding the hand going south on Kurt’s front. “’m serious, Puckerman.”
“You so not,” Noah sing-sang licking Kurt’s earlobe; even half-asleep his princess tasted delicious. And, oh, yeah, princess was hard too. “Wanna fuck you.”
“I’d much rather… oh, fuck, yes!” Kurt arched and panted in Noah’s hand “... sleep.”
No can do, princess;” Noah said, rolling Kurt on his back. “Alarm will go off in five.”
"Those are five minutes… god!” Head moving down to lick at princess’s nipple, “I’ll never… get back…”
Noah settled between Kurt’s legs and sighed; Kurt’s hard prick rubbing against his was… Jesus. “Oh, but you will so remember them for the rest of the weekend…”
Kurt turned his head away from the lips Noah was offering with a disgusted protest: “Morning breath, Noah.”
Noah thought about the countless times they had swapped spunk using each other’s tongues, but didn’t say anything. Not one to waste any kind of skin contact with former bedmates, Noah wouldn’t, couldn’t lose the opportunity with Kurt, the one who mattered the most, so he lowered his head to Kurt’s collarbone and sucked on the skin that Kurt’s (Noah’s) open shirt was exposing.
“Thought you hated flannels.”
“I got cold… afterwards… Fuck, Noah! You’ll leave a bruise,” Kurt gasped, spreading their combined pre-cum along both their dicks before finally joining them in a shake grip.
“Wear a scarf,” was all Noah managed to moan as he moved his hips faster, the hands engulfing Kurt’s round buttocks urging his boyfriend to do the same with his. “God, princess, you drive me crazy.”
“A scarf… will crash with… my outfit for the day…”
"Too… fucking bad, princess.”
And that was the end of the discussion because, morning breath or not, Noah kissed Kurt and humped the hell out of his boyfriend until they both came seconds before the alarm clock on Kurt’s nightstand went off. Noah collapsed atop of Kurt before reaching out to shut the offending thing off.
“That was fast,” Noah panted, inhaling the acrid odor of their mixed sweat in his (Kurt’s) flannel as he got comfortable atop of Kurt.
“I’ll need those five minutes, Puckerman,” Kurt hummed sleepily as he kissed Noah’s forehead and nuzzled his hair. “You will need those five minutes once we get to Dad’s and Mom, Mercedes and I start bossing you and Finn around to get things ready for the party.”
“It’s a party for a two year old, princess,” Noah laughed, kissing he column of Kurt’s throat. “How much trouble could it be?”
“It’s my kid’s birthday party. Isn’t that enough of an answer to you?”
“I guess, but I don’t remember having seen anything over the top last year.”
Kurt was so warm and inviting squirming under Noah’s body. He was sure he would have time enough to fuck Kurt slow and easy before they had to wake Ben up. After all it wasn’t that much of a long drive back to Lima.
If Noah could just reach the lube and condoms on Kurt’s nightstand-
“You weren’t there long enough to see much of anything last year as far as I can remember.”
Such an icy tone, such gelid words and just like that, in seconds Noah’s erection was gone.
And in a blink of an eye later, so was Kurt.
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It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair that even now, one year later, Kurt could still remember the detached way Noah had looked at him while telling Finn and Mercedes about the hot date he had been supposed to skip Ben’s party for.
It wasn’t fair that even now, one year later, Kurt still feared Noah would run into the supposed hot date, or any other date for that matter (because Noah had never been one to hide how many notches he had in his bedpost), during his constant driving around town to check on the sites the company was overseeing in Columbus and lately in Toledo.
It wasn’t fair that Kurt could still feel in his nostrils the smell of the cheap cologne that had impregnated Noah’s house after… just after.
It wasn’t fair that Kurt had to stop, take deep breaths and bite his lips before he could regain enough control over his emotions to open the door to his son’s bedroom to get Ben ready for a day that should be filled by nothing but happiness.
But most of all, it wasn’t fair to Noah, who had been nothing but supportive through all this to have this one misstep thrown on his face without having done anything to deserve it. Kurt had been in the wrong then, just like he was in the wrong now.
Still he couldn’t shake the fear that Noah had… could… would… That Noah had looked for someone else because Kurt couldn’t handle the weight of their secret any longer and that he didn’t know how to tell Noah things had changed. This year neither could deny things were different, but some things weren’t; there was still so much pressure upon them, and Kurt…
Kurt had messed up once again.
The sight of the sand beige colored walls Sam had painted and that Kurt just knew he would never have the heart to change caused that tug in his heart laced with a hint of pain that had Sam’s name all over it. He was already having a hard time coming to terms with the need to change the baby’s furniture Sam had assembled before he got too sick to do anything else but fade away from them.
Sometimes it felt like the same was happening with his memories of Sam, that he had been disassembling them, packing them away on a corner so far from everything real.
Kurt wiped a tear before it slid down his face. Om Ben's dresser there was this picture of him and Sam smiling to Vivian’s lenses at Sam’s parents’ the morning they had driven over to tell the Evans the good news about their unborn baby. Yet it was the picture next to it, the one Justine had taken of Noah bear-hugging both Kurt and Ben at Chick-fill-A that made Kurt realize once again what he would be missing if he didn’t make things right this time around.
“’lo, Papa.”
Ben was blinking sleepy blue eyes up at Kurt while stretching little arms to his Papa so Kurt could pick him up from his crib.
The baby who had just turned two and whose birthday they would be celebrating in a few hours in company of their family and friends.
Without Sam.
With Noah, if Noah would still be willing to go with them.
“He will go with us, won’t he, baby? Nono won’t leave us now, right?” Ben smiled up at him and in that smile, Sam’s smile, Kurt got all the answers he needed. “So let’s get our man and get going before Grandpa Burt sends the search party after us.”
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Noah had already taken a quick shower and changed the sheets of their… Kurt’s bed, all the while dwelling with things that, up to thirty minutes ago, he had been sure had been put behind them once him and Kurt had gotten back together.
Noah could man up and admit that going to that bar and picking up that random stranger just because he had blue eyes and dark hair hadn’t been one of the brightest moments of his life. But hell, a man could cope with just so much rejection from the man he desperately wanted to love him back without doing anything stupid about it.
Noah still desperately wanted Kurt to love him back, and if Kurt was still this jealous even after one year had passed, perhaps he could be just a little bit in love with Noah, too?
Anyway, right now Noah didn’t know what to do. Should he pack his things and go home to an empty house with a cabinet full of booze, or should he wait for Kurt to tell him they were through, and then go home to an empty house with a cabinet full of booze?
Because, really, Noah was freaking out with the lack of Kurt back in the bedroom to berate him, or call it quits ( Please, God, no!), or anything else other than this fucking silence between them.
"’Py benfday Ben! ‘Py benfday Ben!”
Only Ben to make Noah laugh while his baby chanting could mean to Noah either the introduction to Doomsday or to Heaven, depending on the mood Kurt found himself in.
Well, he would soon find out, because if Ben were out in the corridor it meant that…
“”Py benfday Ben, Nono!”
…Kurt and his blank face were right behind him.
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Kurt hated the masks Noah insisted on wearing for two reasons:
First-
“Come here and give me a hug, big guy.”
- They didn’t quite fit, they were chipped everywhere. They had been since that lonely tear slid down Noah’s face when Kurt sighed his name in release the first time they had made love after those hellacious couple of months apart.
“Nono come benfday?”
And second because-
Noah looked up at Kurt with the kind of fear, badly veiled utter terror, that hadn’t been part of Noah’s beautiful face for a long time and that the indifferent mask he had chosen to wear at that moment no longer could conceal.
- It was always Kurt putting them back there.
“Can you feed him while I take a shower and choose another outfit, since your morning antics just about ruined the looks I have had in mind since the beginning of the week and it didn’t include wearing a scarf?” Kurt asked with faint traces of his usual bitchiness, his apology in disguise, hoping Noah would once again forgive him. “I’ve already bathed him, so keep him clean otherwise you will get to tell my dad why we are so late from-the-very-beginning.”
It worked; Kurt could see the moment Noah understood, relaxed and the mask melted into his trademarked smirk.
They would be okay.
“I bet he would love to hear the details.”
“Just shut up and go, Puckerman.”
With a singing Ben in his arms he did, and just then Kurt breathed deeply and inhaled the scent of their mixed sweat, that was not only there because of Noah’s green flannel, but because there was no longer his or Noah’s scent embedded in it.
There was theirs.
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End of Part 1A; to be continued in 1B.
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Benfday - Part 1A
When Nana, Kurt and Mrs. H got into a shouting match with Mr. H due to the shotgun pointed at Noah’s head because Hummel (Noah’s Hummel) was adamant about not giving up their (his) sleeping arrangements while Ma cried her eyes out asking Noah why, oh why couldn’t he have found a nice Jewish boy to fall in love with instead of a diva German one whose Dad owned a shotgun and wasn’t shy on using it, and with Ben singing ‘Py benfday ta Ben in the background¸ Noah knew it was fucking time to pry his eyes open and face the long weekend ahead of them.
He rolled on his side only to find the back of Kurt’s head at arms reach, so he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around the green flannel clad body of his sleeping mate and smiled. Kurt could bitch the hell out of Noah’s flannels, sweatshirts, jerseys and whatever other clothes Noah possessed as much as he wanted, because for Noah the only thing that would count the most about his clothes was seeing Kurt’s slender body swimming in them after a perfect fuck.
Now if he could only talk princess into helping him with the morning wood pocking that perfect royal ass…
“’m not interested, Puckerman,” Kurt mumbled into his pillow. Noah just ignored him without withholding the hand going south on Kurt’s front. “’m serious, Puckerman.”
“You so not,” Noah sing-sang licking Kurt’s earlobe; even half-asleep his princess tasted delicious. And, oh, yeah, princess was hard too. “Wanna fuck you.”
“I’d much rather… oh, fuck, yes!” Kurt arched and panted in Noah’s hand “... sleep.”
No can do, princess;” Noah said, rolling Kurt on his back. “Alarm will go off in five.”
"Those are five minutes… god!” Head moving down to lick at princess’s nipple, “I’ll never… get back…”
Noah settled between Kurt’s legs and sighed; Kurt’s hard prick rubbing against his was… Jesus. “Oh, but you will so remember them for the rest of the weekend…”
Kurt turned his head away from the lips Noah was offering with a disgusted protest: “Morning breath, Noah.”
Noah thought about the countless times they had swapped spunk using each other’s tongues, but didn’t say anything. Not one to waste any kind of skin contact with former bedmates, Noah wouldn’t, couldn’t lose the opportunity with Kurt, the one who mattered the most, so he lowered his head to Kurt’s collarbone and sucked on the skin that Kurt’s (Noah’s) open shirt was exposing.
“Thought you hated flannels.”
“I got cold… afterwards… Fuck, Noah! You’ll leave a bruise,” Kurt gasped, spreading their combined pre-cum along both their dicks before finally joining them in a shake grip.
“Wear a scarf,” was all Noah managed to moan as he moved his hips faster, the hands engulfing Kurt’s round buttocks urging his boyfriend to do the same with his. “God, princess, you drive me crazy.”
“A scarf… will crash with… my outfit for the day…”
"Too… fucking bad, princess.”
And that was the end of the discussion because, morning breath or not, Noah kissed Kurt and humped the hell out of his boyfriend until they both came seconds before the alarm clock on Kurt’s nightstand went off. Noah collapsed atop of Kurt before reaching out to shut the offending thing off.
“That was fast,” Noah panted, inhaling the acrid odor of their mixed sweat in his (Kurt’s) flannel as he got comfortable atop of Kurt.
“I’ll need those five minutes, Puckerman,” Kurt hummed sleepily as he kissed Noah’s forehead and nuzzled his hair. “You will need those five minutes once we get to Dad’s and Mom, Mercedes and I start bossing you and Finn around to get things ready for the party.”
“It’s a party for a two year old, princess,” Noah laughed, kissing he column of Kurt’s throat. “How much trouble could it be?”
“It’s my kid’s birthday party. Isn’t that enough of an answer to you?”
“I guess, but I don’t remember having seen anything over the top last year.”
Kurt was so warm and inviting squirming under Noah’s body. He was sure he would have time enough to fuck Kurt slow and easy before they had to wake Ben up. After all it wasn’t that much of a long drive back to Lima.
If Noah could just reach the lube and condoms on Kurt’s nightstand-
“You weren’t there long enough to see much of anything last year as far as I can remember.”
Such an icy tone, such gelid words and just like that, in seconds Noah’s erection was gone.
And in a blink of an eye later, so was Kurt.
*g*l*e*e*
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair that even now, one year later, Kurt could still remember the detached way Noah had looked at him while telling Finn and Mercedes about the hot date he had been supposed to skip Ben’s party for.
It wasn’t fair that even now, one year later, Kurt still feared Noah would run into the supposed hot date, or any other date for that matter (because Noah had never been one to hide how many notches he had in his bedpost), during his constant driving around town to check on the sites the company was overseeing in Columbus and lately in Toledo.
It wasn’t fair that Kurt could still feel in his nostrils the smell of the cheap cologne that had impregnated Noah’s house after… just after.
It wasn’t fair that Kurt had to stop, take deep breaths and bite his lips before he could regain enough control over his emotions to open the door to his son’s bedroom to get Ben ready for a day that should be filled by nothing but happiness.
But most of all, it wasn’t fair to Noah, who had been nothing but supportive through all this to have this one misstep thrown on his face without having done anything to deserve it. Kurt had been in the wrong then, just like he was in the wrong now.
Still he couldn’t shake the fear that Noah had… could… would… That Noah had looked for someone else because Kurt couldn’t handle the weight of their secret any longer and that he didn’t know how to tell Noah things had changed. This year neither could deny things were different, but some things weren’t; there was still so much pressure upon them, and Kurt…
Kurt had messed up once again.
The sight of the sand beige colored walls Sam had painted and that Kurt just knew he would never have the heart to change caused that tug in his heart laced with a hint of pain that had Sam’s name all over it. He was already having a hard time coming to terms with the need to change the baby’s furniture Sam had assembled before he got too sick to do anything else but fade away from them.
Sometimes it felt like the same was happening with his memories of Sam, that he had been disassembling them, packing them away on a corner so far from everything real.
Kurt wiped a tear before it slid down his face. Om Ben's dresser there was this picture of him and Sam smiling to Vivian’s lenses at Sam’s parents’ the morning they had driven over to tell the Evans the good news about their unborn baby. Yet it was the picture next to it, the one Justine had taken of Noah bear-hugging both Kurt and Ben at Chick-fill-A that made Kurt realize once again what he would be missing if he didn’t make things right this time around.
“’lo, Papa.”
Ben was blinking sleepy blue eyes up at Kurt while stretching little arms to his Papa so Kurt could pick him up from his crib.
The baby who had just turned two and whose birthday they would be celebrating in a few hours in company of their family and friends.
Without Sam.
With Noah, if Noah would still be willing to go with them.
“He will go with us, won’t he, baby? Nono won’t leave us now, right?” Ben smiled up at him and in that smile, Sam’s smile, Kurt got all the answers he needed. “So let’s get our man and get going before Grandpa Burt sends the search party after us.”
*g*l*e*e*
Noah had already taken a quick shower and changed the sheets of their… Kurt’s bed, all the while dwelling with things that, up to thirty minutes ago, he had been sure had been put behind them once him and Kurt had gotten back together.
Noah could man up and admit that going to that bar and picking up that random stranger just because he had blue eyes and dark hair hadn’t been one of the brightest moments of his life. But hell, a man could cope with just so much rejection from the man he desperately wanted to love him back without doing anything stupid about it.
Noah still desperately wanted Kurt to love him back, and if Kurt was still this jealous even after one year had passed, perhaps he could be just a little bit in love with Noah, too?
Anyway, right now Noah didn’t know what to do. Should he pack his things and go home to an empty house with a cabinet full of booze, or should he wait for Kurt to tell him they were through, and then go home to an empty house with a cabinet full of booze?
Because, really, Noah was freaking out with the lack of Kurt back in the bedroom to berate him, or call it quits ( Please, God, no!), or anything else other than this fucking silence between them.
"’Py benfday Ben! ‘Py benfday Ben!”
Only Ben to make Noah laugh while his baby chanting could mean to Noah either the introduction to Doomsday or to Heaven, depending on the mood Kurt found himself in.
Well, he would soon find out, because if Ben were out in the corridor it meant that…
“”Py benfday Ben, Nono!”
…Kurt and his blank face were right behind him.
*g*l*e*e*
Kurt hated the masks Noah insisted on wearing for two reasons:
First-
“Come here and give me a hug, big guy.”
- They didn’t quite fit, they were chipped everywhere. They had been since that lonely tear slid down Noah’s face when Kurt sighed his name in release the first time they had made love after those hellacious couple of months apart.
“Nono come benfday?”
And second because-
Noah looked up at Kurt with the kind of fear, badly veiled utter terror, that hadn’t been part of Noah’s beautiful face for a long time and that the indifferent mask he had chosen to wear at that moment no longer could conceal.
- It was always Kurt putting them back there.
“Can you feed him while I take a shower and choose another outfit, since your morning antics just about ruined the looks I have had in mind since the beginning of the week and it didn’t include wearing a scarf?” Kurt asked with faint traces of his usual bitchiness, his apology in disguise, hoping Noah would once again forgive him. “I’ve already bathed him, so keep him clean otherwise you will get to tell my dad why we are so late from-the-very-beginning.”
It worked; Kurt could see the moment Noah understood, relaxed and the mask melted into his trademarked smirk.
They would be okay.
“I bet he would love to hear the details.”
“Just shut up and go, Puckerman.”
With a singing Ben in his arms he did, and just then Kurt breathed deeply and inhaled the scent of their mixed sweat, that was not only there because of Noah’s green flannel, but because there was no longer his or Noah’s scent embedded in it.
There was theirs.
*g*l*e*e*
End of Part 1A; to be continued in 1B.