Principal Things (3/?)
Title: Principal Things
Rating: NC-17/M
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble
Character Pairing: Puckurt
Summary: AU - Noah Puckerman is a nobleman’s son, about to make his big debut to a group of other wealthy noblemen interested in making him their partner - as he has all the marking of being a fine breeder. Noah, however, has dreams of passion and desire; and is not looking forward to being married off to the one his father deems suitable, even if he does understand his duty as a carrier male. Kurt Hummel has been watching Noah since he was a boy, and is very determined to make him his mate before it is too late.
Word Count: 2,048
Genre: Slash, Romance/Angst, Supernatural
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or anybody associated with it.
Warnings: vampire!Kurt, bottom!Puck, supernatural, sex, blood, carrier-pregnancy-gene!Puck, virgin!Puck, first time, drama, verbal and emotional abuse, minor character death, OOC
Author’s Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad people like this. This chapter was really hard to write for me, but I felt it was needed for the story. Sighs. I wrote it after listening to the song "Never Say Never," by The Fray. Let me know what you think!!!
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Chapter 2~Discussions
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Noah was following after his mother as she made the final decisions on place settings and stuff of the sort for that evening’s party. He sighs as he hears some of their servants scurry about, trying to do what is asked of them by the Lady of the House in a hurry. He can’t quite accept that in a short amount of time he will be doing things very similar for his husband. It feels as if a dagger stabs a little further in his gut whenever he remembers.
“Noah,” his mother calls, exasperated, “for Heaven’s sake, pay attention! This is all for you, after all.”
He groans and comes forward, respectfully, “That does not mean I wish it were, Mother.”
“Noah,” his mother says on a sigh of her own, “there is nothing anyone can do about this. You know that.”
He nods, because, of course he knows, as he sits down in a decorative chair. “It doesn’t make it hurt any less, Mother,” he tells her softly, playing with the tassels on the rich emerald table cloth.
“Come now,” she chides gently, and fiddles with a napkin - adjusting the band around it. “You should be thrilled to have so many fine men fawning over you. If you were a mere peasant you would only dream of such an opportunity.”
Noah bristles at that. If he were a mere peasant he would be able to enjoy such an opportunity. But as it were, he was neither a peasant nor excited; and further, he doesn’t like referring to his their house-people as peasants. It made him feel like he was insulting Rachel in some way, even if she wasn’t around to hear him say the word and technically it was who she is. It felt cold to him. People should be treated with respect, not like cattle.
He moves his hazel eyes over the decorated ballroom in disdain. Six more hours and he would have to pretend to be interested in the party goers his father introduced him to.
He hears a new voice off to the side and instantly his mood starts to lighten. His other best friend Finn Hudson was making his presence known by complimenting their servant on their job well done.
“Hello Mrs. Puckerman,” he finally greets with a respectful bow and kiss to her hand, flicking his eyes over to Noah briefly and looking back again.
Finnegan Hudson was the son of a late military general that owned a profitable carriage repair shop, and took care of his lovely widowed mother. He had medium-brown hair that fell to his shoulders - always brushed neatly - broad shoulders that promised a future partner safety and protection, and soulfully deep eyes that conveyed his every emotion. He was also abnormally tall with somewhat lanky limbs that seemed like they belonged on someone else, and while he may be the son of a general, he was not at all a violent man by nature. Noah had practically grown up with the boy (Finn was four years older) and had only see him throw a punch once, which was to defend a woman’s honor when she walked in on her boyfriend having relations with someone other than her at the end of the year’s town festival. The man had obviously been drunk and had come slurring obscenities out of the room at her that left Noah and the rest of the crowd blushing and standing in shock; but Finn didn’t allow him to get away with it. He was truly a good soul and very sexy, no doubt. And although he is not as rich in gold and silver as some of the people Noah is forced to brush elbows with, he was still socially accepted in Noah’s circles as one with Noble blood for his continued example of morality and calm leadership left over by his father.
“Oh, hello, Finn dear,” she gushes, patting him on the cheek when he stands upright like any mother would. “What brings you here, darling?”
He discreetly looks around, Noah notices, as he answers, “I came to see if Noah would be available to accompany me to a quick bite of lunch before he gets too busy for tonight. You know, for old time’s sake.”
Another thing that makes Finn one of his closest friends is that he always knows when to rescue him. He smiles over at the tall man and then looks over to his mother. “Would it be alright, Mother?” He asks her sweetly.
She nods her head, and turns back to her napkins and cutlery, “Yes, dear, but you must be back in two and a half hours. Rachel is taking you to Brittany the seamstress to get your attire for this evening, and you need to be sure you have enough time to make any final adjustments.”
“Yes, Mother,” he replies and stands up to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Once outside, Finn relaxes considerably and Noah grins when he feels his friend’s arms wrap around his shoulders.
“You’re welcome,” Finn laughs in his ear.
Noah rolls his eyes with a small laugh but doesn’t make any move to make Finn drop his arm. It was nice, comfortable.
They walk to the end of the grounds where a large waterfall in the shape of dancing ballerinas is set majestically, and sit on its edge. Growing up, Noah remembers playing around that fountain. Not a care in the world. Not worrying about a future or duty or anything other than trying to dance like the statue. He misses that.
“Hey,” Finn nudges him. “Where did your mind wander, Noah?”
He vaguely smiles, “Twas thinking about my six year old self. I used to play around this fountain and pretend to be a ballerina like the sculpture.” Finn laughs, not unkindly, and Noah blushes. “You promised me lunch,” Noah interrupts his friend’s cheer.
“I did, but what if I’m no more than a dirty little liar?” Finn giggles and Noah goes along with him. It wasn’t as if he was hungry anyway, he was just glad to be away from his family for a while.
They sit in silence again for a few minutes, listening to the rushing sounds of water from behind them. Noah can feel Finn watching him, like he always seems to, but he doesn’t make a fuss about it. Finn was his friend. He was probably worried about him.
“You know, Noah,” Finn says suddenly, and Noah turns to him, brushing a curly piece of stray hair from his face, “I could show up tonight for you.”
Noah was shocked. “Why would you do that, Finn? You have no interest in my hand.”
Finn nods, “You’re right, I have not had any true interest in making you my husband, but I am your friend. And as friends I should be doing something for you to make you feel safe. At least if I won the bid, you would know I would always make sure you were happy and taken care of.”
Finn was being entirely sincere, Noah could tell. Tears filled his eyes as he looked away. “But you would not be happy. I am not your first choice for a life mate and I could never ask you to fight for me like that, Finn. First and foremost, Father would never let you win. He will be looking for the one with largest pot of gold, and frankly you are not it.” He lets off a soft sob and feels strong and solid arms wrap around his middle, pulling him close. “And secondly, you do not love me that way and yet we would be expected to produce children. It is far too complicated to get you mussed around in, aye? I do not wish to ruin your life. It is bad enough that I have no say in mine.”
He turns his wet, dark eyes to his friend who looks just as sad.
“But Noah I’ve been so worried,” Finn objects. “It is not right to just let them hand you off to someone who could treat you poorly. Not when I can try to do something about it!” And there. There was why Noah trusted Finn so much. He was so loyal - even when it meant giving up something of himself.
“No, Finn,” he whispers wetly, feeling the tears fall. “Don’t do this, please. I am not worth it. Find yourself a beautiful girl…”
“But we could be happy,” Finn interrupts, hand on his cheek, turning his face towards him. Meaning every word he says. “I would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want. I would always stay faithful to you and treat you like the precious treasure you deserve to be.”
More tears fall, “Oh, Finnegan,” Noah sighs.
“I would protect you and-and dare I say even love you every day for the rest of our lives, simply because I know that with anyone else you wouldn’t get that.” Finn was impassioned, and Noah was sobbing even harder. Why did this have to be so hard? “Simply because you, Noah Puckerman, are worth every moment!” And with that he places a gently kiss on his wet, pink lips, letting it linger.
Noah would be lying if he said he didn’t feel anything for Finn. He felt many things for Finnegan Hudson, but the passion he was wanting was not one of them. And yes, he would be happy to spend his days as the tall man’s husband, playing the role of dutiful spouse, content with the knowledge that he would always be treated with respect. But it would not be fair to Finn. The glorious man deserved his happily ever after with his true love, even though Noah could not have one. And Noah would not allow Finn to throw it away. It was far too precious. So when Finn pulled away, he let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes, resolve in his soul.
“I know that if we wed, I could end up falling for you, Finn. You are a part of me, and you always will be in my heart. You are gentle. You are kind. You would treat our children like royalty and there is no doubt in my mind that you would make a wonderful husband. That you would take care of me and never treat me as an object, like the treatment I can expect with many others. That you would do your best to make our situation as good as at it can be. But Finn,” He feels the other man pulling away and grabs his hands desperately, wanting him to understand, “you deserve so much more than that.” Finn looks up into his eyes, and Noah feels his heart breaking. He was letting his one chance for safety and as close to love as he would ever get go. He pulls in another steadying breath. “You are such a good man, I’m sure your father is so proud of you.” He smiles and puts his shaking hand on Finn’s cheek. It was warm and soft, placing a kiss there. “But as noble and loyal as your offer is, I have to say no. Because I would not be exercising true friendship if I am selfish and let you do this. I love you, I do. But your wife is waiting for you somewhere; and I know Rachel wants me to understand that fairytales do not exist, but I can’t help but hope they do. That they do and will come true for the likes of you and her. The two people whom have made my life, leading up to tonight, joyous. I thank you, Finnegan; but no. No, don’t come and fight for my hand. Please?”
Finn lets his own tears fall and nods at Noah. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. On one hand I am thankful to you for not taking me up on my offer, but the bigger part of me is terrified for you.”
Noah watches more tears fall from Finn’s eyes. The first he’s seen in years. “Don’t be scared for me. I can do this, but I have to do it alone and have to hope that it is enough. Hope that someone somewhere has mercy on me.”
And then together they sit for the last time with Noah cradled in Finn’s arms. Hoping together it will be enough.
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!
Rating: NC-17/M
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble
Character Pairing: Puckurt
Summary: AU - Noah Puckerman is a nobleman’s son, about to make his big debut to a group of other wealthy noblemen interested in making him their partner - as he has all the marking of being a fine breeder. Noah, however, has dreams of passion and desire; and is not looking forward to being married off to the one his father deems suitable, even if he does understand his duty as a carrier male. Kurt Hummel has been watching Noah since he was a boy, and is very determined to make him his mate before it is too late.
Word Count: 2,048
Genre: Slash, Romance/Angst, Supernatural
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or anybody associated with it.
Warnings: vampire!Kurt, bottom!Puck, supernatural, sex, blood, carrier-pregnancy-gene!Puck, virgin!Puck, first time, drama, verbal and emotional abuse, minor character death, OOC
Author’s Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad people like this. This chapter was really hard to write for me, but I felt it was needed for the story. Sighs. I wrote it after listening to the song "Never Say Never," by The Fray. Let me know what you think!!!
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Chapter 2~Discussions
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Noah was following after his mother as she made the final decisions on place settings and stuff of the sort for that evening’s party. He sighs as he hears some of their servants scurry about, trying to do what is asked of them by the Lady of the House in a hurry. He can’t quite accept that in a short amount of time he will be doing things very similar for his husband. It feels as if a dagger stabs a little further in his gut whenever he remembers.
“Noah,” his mother calls, exasperated, “for Heaven’s sake, pay attention! This is all for you, after all.”
He groans and comes forward, respectfully, “That does not mean I wish it were, Mother.”
“Noah,” his mother says on a sigh of her own, “there is nothing anyone can do about this. You know that.”
He nods, because, of course he knows, as he sits down in a decorative chair. “It doesn’t make it hurt any less, Mother,” he tells her softly, playing with the tassels on the rich emerald table cloth.
“Come now,” she chides gently, and fiddles with a napkin - adjusting the band around it. “You should be thrilled to have so many fine men fawning over you. If you were a mere peasant you would only dream of such an opportunity.”
Noah bristles at that. If he were a mere peasant he would be able to enjoy such an opportunity. But as it were, he was neither a peasant nor excited; and further, he doesn’t like referring to his their house-people as peasants. It made him feel like he was insulting Rachel in some way, even if she wasn’t around to hear him say the word and technically it was who she is. It felt cold to him. People should be treated with respect, not like cattle.
He moves his hazel eyes over the decorated ballroom in disdain. Six more hours and he would have to pretend to be interested in the party goers his father introduced him to.
He hears a new voice off to the side and instantly his mood starts to lighten. His other best friend Finn Hudson was making his presence known by complimenting their servant on their job well done.
“Hello Mrs. Puckerman,” he finally greets with a respectful bow and kiss to her hand, flicking his eyes over to Noah briefly and looking back again.
Finnegan Hudson was the son of a late military general that owned a profitable carriage repair shop, and took care of his lovely widowed mother. He had medium-brown hair that fell to his shoulders - always brushed neatly - broad shoulders that promised a future partner safety and protection, and soulfully deep eyes that conveyed his every emotion. He was also abnormally tall with somewhat lanky limbs that seemed like they belonged on someone else, and while he may be the son of a general, he was not at all a violent man by nature. Noah had practically grown up with the boy (Finn was four years older) and had only see him throw a punch once, which was to defend a woman’s honor when she walked in on her boyfriend having relations with someone other than her at the end of the year’s town festival. The man had obviously been drunk and had come slurring obscenities out of the room at her that left Noah and the rest of the crowd blushing and standing in shock; but Finn didn’t allow him to get away with it. He was truly a good soul and very sexy, no doubt. And although he is not as rich in gold and silver as some of the people Noah is forced to brush elbows with, he was still socially accepted in Noah’s circles as one with Noble blood for his continued example of morality and calm leadership left over by his father.
“Oh, hello, Finn dear,” she gushes, patting him on the cheek when he stands upright like any mother would. “What brings you here, darling?”
He discreetly looks around, Noah notices, as he answers, “I came to see if Noah would be available to accompany me to a quick bite of lunch before he gets too busy for tonight. You know, for old time’s sake.”
Another thing that makes Finn one of his closest friends is that he always knows when to rescue him. He smiles over at the tall man and then looks over to his mother. “Would it be alright, Mother?” He asks her sweetly.
She nods her head, and turns back to her napkins and cutlery, “Yes, dear, but you must be back in two and a half hours. Rachel is taking you to Brittany the seamstress to get your attire for this evening, and you need to be sure you have enough time to make any final adjustments.”
“Yes, Mother,” he replies and stands up to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Once outside, Finn relaxes considerably and Noah grins when he feels his friend’s arms wrap around his shoulders.
“You’re welcome,” Finn laughs in his ear.
Noah rolls his eyes with a small laugh but doesn’t make any move to make Finn drop his arm. It was nice, comfortable.
They walk to the end of the grounds where a large waterfall in the shape of dancing ballerinas is set majestically, and sit on its edge. Growing up, Noah remembers playing around that fountain. Not a care in the world. Not worrying about a future or duty or anything other than trying to dance like the statue. He misses that.
“Hey,” Finn nudges him. “Where did your mind wander, Noah?”
He vaguely smiles, “Twas thinking about my six year old self. I used to play around this fountain and pretend to be a ballerina like the sculpture.” Finn laughs, not unkindly, and Noah blushes. “You promised me lunch,” Noah interrupts his friend’s cheer.
“I did, but what if I’m no more than a dirty little liar?” Finn giggles and Noah goes along with him. It wasn’t as if he was hungry anyway, he was just glad to be away from his family for a while.
They sit in silence again for a few minutes, listening to the rushing sounds of water from behind them. Noah can feel Finn watching him, like he always seems to, but he doesn’t make a fuss about it. Finn was his friend. He was probably worried about him.
“You know, Noah,” Finn says suddenly, and Noah turns to him, brushing a curly piece of stray hair from his face, “I could show up tonight for you.”
Noah was shocked. “Why would you do that, Finn? You have no interest in my hand.”
Finn nods, “You’re right, I have not had any true interest in making you my husband, but I am your friend. And as friends I should be doing something for you to make you feel safe. At least if I won the bid, you would know I would always make sure you were happy and taken care of.”
Finn was being entirely sincere, Noah could tell. Tears filled his eyes as he looked away. “But you would not be happy. I am not your first choice for a life mate and I could never ask you to fight for me like that, Finn. First and foremost, Father would never let you win. He will be looking for the one with largest pot of gold, and frankly you are not it.” He lets off a soft sob and feels strong and solid arms wrap around his middle, pulling him close. “And secondly, you do not love me that way and yet we would be expected to produce children. It is far too complicated to get you mussed around in, aye? I do not wish to ruin your life. It is bad enough that I have no say in mine.”
He turns his wet, dark eyes to his friend who looks just as sad.
“But Noah I’ve been so worried,” Finn objects. “It is not right to just let them hand you off to someone who could treat you poorly. Not when I can try to do something about it!” And there. There was why Noah trusted Finn so much. He was so loyal - even when it meant giving up something of himself.
“No, Finn,” he whispers wetly, feeling the tears fall. “Don’t do this, please. I am not worth it. Find yourself a beautiful girl…”
“But we could be happy,” Finn interrupts, hand on his cheek, turning his face towards him. Meaning every word he says. “I would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want. I would always stay faithful to you and treat you like the precious treasure you deserve to be.”
More tears fall, “Oh, Finnegan,” Noah sighs.
“I would protect you and-and dare I say even love you every day for the rest of our lives, simply because I know that with anyone else you wouldn’t get that.” Finn was impassioned, and Noah was sobbing even harder. Why did this have to be so hard? “Simply because you, Noah Puckerman, are worth every moment!” And with that he places a gently kiss on his wet, pink lips, letting it linger.
Noah would be lying if he said he didn’t feel anything for Finn. He felt many things for Finnegan Hudson, but the passion he was wanting was not one of them. And yes, he would be happy to spend his days as the tall man’s husband, playing the role of dutiful spouse, content with the knowledge that he would always be treated with respect. But it would not be fair to Finn. The glorious man deserved his happily ever after with his true love, even though Noah could not have one. And Noah would not allow Finn to throw it away. It was far too precious. So when Finn pulled away, he let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes, resolve in his soul.
“I know that if we wed, I could end up falling for you, Finn. You are a part of me, and you always will be in my heart. You are gentle. You are kind. You would treat our children like royalty and there is no doubt in my mind that you would make a wonderful husband. That you would take care of me and never treat me as an object, like the treatment I can expect with many others. That you would do your best to make our situation as good as at it can be. But Finn,” He feels the other man pulling away and grabs his hands desperately, wanting him to understand, “you deserve so much more than that.” Finn looks up into his eyes, and Noah feels his heart breaking. He was letting his one chance for safety and as close to love as he would ever get go. He pulls in another steadying breath. “You are such a good man, I’m sure your father is so proud of you.” He smiles and puts his shaking hand on Finn’s cheek. It was warm and soft, placing a kiss there. “But as noble and loyal as your offer is, I have to say no. Because I would not be exercising true friendship if I am selfish and let you do this. I love you, I do. But your wife is waiting for you somewhere; and I know Rachel wants me to understand that fairytales do not exist, but I can’t help but hope they do. That they do and will come true for the likes of you and her. The two people whom have made my life, leading up to tonight, joyous. I thank you, Finnegan; but no. No, don’t come and fight for my hand. Please?”
Finn lets his own tears fall and nods at Noah. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. On one hand I am thankful to you for not taking me up on my offer, but the bigger part of me is terrified for you.”
Noah watches more tears fall from Finn’s eyes. The first he’s seen in years. “Don’t be scared for me. I can do this, but I have to do it alone and have to hope that it is enough. Hope that someone somewhere has mercy on me.”
And then together they sit for the last time with Noah cradled in Finn’s arms. Hoping together it will be enough.
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!