You were Born After Me. No Big Deal.
Title: Mazel Tov!
Author: sazzy_kitten
Rating: M to be safe
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puckurt,
Genre: Romance/Humour
Warning: Umm... mildly graphic sex... And mentioned under-aged sex.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: No, I don't own it.... :C
Author Notes: Based on this prompt: I was 17 years old, he was 20. He gave my school a note to give to me while I was in class. It read "Age doesn't matter. -Matt" 4 years later, at our wedding, he gave me a note saying "I told you age doesn't matter. -Your husband" His LGMH. I'd really like it the older one was Noah :D Page. 41
Summary: It was everything he never expected, but the only thing he'd ever want.
Word Count: 1221
I
He was in his last year of high school and Noah was a teachers aid working in his Biology lab. Covert glances were exchanged for the better part of the second semester and the older man featured in many, many dreams that ended with Kurt having to change and wash his sheets in the middle of the night lest his father find the mess he'd made. Finally, on the day of graduation, Noah had approached him with a wide grin to congratulate him.
It ended in the back of his Navigator with their clothes thrown carelessly over the seats and the vehicle rocking wildly with their frenzied movements.
Mercedes teased him mercilessly when she realized just who he'd spent the night with losing his virginity so... vigorously. However, when his best friend pushed the information that he'd failed to take into account in his face, doubts and realizations began to plague him.
He was a mere, inexperienced 17 to Noah's 20 years of age.
He let it get to him, even though he shouldn't have; even though he should have known that Noah was happy with how they were. He started pulling away, feeling guilty about both his distance and the way he was tying down what should have been a carefree man, keeping him locked in a relationship.
It was the very last Biology class of his high school career that it happened. He walked into the classroom, looking hopefully in Noah's direction, only to be ignored completely by his lover. He fought the quiet whimper that was trying to make its way out of his mouth and bit his lip hard enough to bleed and moved slowly to his desk. His curiosity was peaked when he caught sight of an innocently folded piece of paper sat on the surface of the gray table he was assigned.
His spirits lifted when he gently opened it and read the words scrawled in Noah's bold handwriting.
“Age doesn't matter. -Noah”
The minute school let Kurt grabbed Noah's shirt and dragged him out of the building, apologizing desperately in between hard kisses.
Four years later, they were all gathered together, Noah clad in the white kittel, both hungry from fasting but too happy to see each other finally after the week of absence. Kurt didn't even overly mind everyone jokingly calling him kallah all day and forcing him into a 'throne' while Noah was swept away by the crowd to sing and chat. And since his mother was long since deceased Carole and Rebekah, Noah's mother, stood side by side and smashed the plate, a wide, happy smile on both their faces.
He even took the veil in stride.
Eventually, they stood together under the canopy, and Kurt circled Noah seven times, just like Rebekah had taught him (read: drilled into him from the beginning of the week he was separated from Noah to the end) and came to a stop on his right-hand side. Wine was consumed as the Rabbi rehearsed the betrothal blessings, though not without incidence; Noah swallowed the wrong way and nearly hacked up his mouthful down his white robes.
Barely recovering in time for to accept the ring from the Rabbi, Noah cleared his throat and stated his lines perfectly, and with conviction.
“Behold you are betrothed unto me with this ring, according to the law of Moses and Israel.”
The plain gold band was slipped onto his right hand index finger.
Next came the ornamental ketubah that was to be hung on the wall, a proud proclamation of their marriage (and Kurt had the perfect place for it), and read in Aramaic. There was only one hiccup, when Noah leaned over to whisper something in his ear that made him desperately attempt to cover his giggles. The Rabbi hadn't seemed too pleased with them.
If Rebekah's indignant huff was any indication, she wasn't either, but oh well. She got to sign the document along side Kurt's dad, so she couldn't rightly complain too much.
Then came the Sheva Brachot and more wine, though this time without the accidental near-staining of traditional robes.
Someone Kurt didn't recognize but knew that Noah had hurriedly introduced a few days earlier came up and set a fabric-wrapped glass on the floor. Noah grinned, raised his foot, and brought it down, shattering the glass easily. A random male voice from the crowd yelled out a joke about it being the last time Noah would ever put his foot down again, garnering laughs from the entire gathering while Kurt merely smiled innocently.
“Mazel Tov!”
Everyone clapped them on the back, whistled for them, and hollered enthusiastically as they walked towards the room they would be spending the short time afforded to them due to Yichud.
Which they spent indulging in such extremely heavy petting that, had they had more than a few minutes, it would have ended in sex. As it was, Kurt was shoved face first against the door with a horny Noah attacking his neck and dry humping him. It escalated from there and ended halfway across the room with Kurt bracing himself against the table, one hand wrapped around himself and Noah teasing the rim of his hole while pumping his cock.
The woman sent to retrieve them opened the door and hightailed it as fast as she could away.
But both of them left to the Siduah, more relaxed than either had been all week and holding hands. Noah had growled when Kurt went to wash off the mess covering his naked rear so it was left, slowly wetting the underwear under his white suit pants.
As the dinner progressed, and just before Noah was swept away by a group of his family members who wanted to dance, though after Sarah had performed a spectacular acrobatic stunt that she had perfected over the last few months, a note was dropped into his lap. Curious and intrigued by what his husband (he'd never get tired of calling himself Mr. Kurt Hummel-Puckerman) had to say that had to wait until after tryst during Yichud. Unfolding the paper, a happy laugh burst out from him, attracting the attention of those near by.
“I told you age doesn't matter.- Your Husband”
The warmth the spread through him, brought on by happiness and creating a giddy feeling in his chest, was one he would never grow tired of. It was something he would spend the rest of his life experiencing, side by side with Noah.
He was in love, and no matter what happened, he always would be.
II
Kallah: Bride (Hebrew)
Chatan: Groom (Hebrew)
For all other information, go here: http:// www .aish. com/jl/l/m/48969841.
Author: sazzy_kitten
Rating: M to be safe
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puckurt,
Genre: Romance/Humour
Warning: Umm... mildly graphic sex... And mentioned under-aged sex.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: No, I don't own it.... :C
Author Notes: Based on this prompt: I was 17 years old, he was 20. He gave my school a note to give to me while I was in class. It read "Age doesn't matter. -Matt" 4 years later, at our wedding, he gave me a note saying "I told you age doesn't matter. -Your husband" His LGMH. I'd really like it the older one was Noah :D Page. 41
Summary: It was everything he never expected, but the only thing he'd ever want.
Word Count: 1221
I
He was in his last year of high school and Noah was a teachers aid working in his Biology lab. Covert glances were exchanged for the better part of the second semester and the older man featured in many, many dreams that ended with Kurt having to change and wash his sheets in the middle of the night lest his father find the mess he'd made. Finally, on the day of graduation, Noah had approached him with a wide grin to congratulate him.
It ended in the back of his Navigator with their clothes thrown carelessly over the seats and the vehicle rocking wildly with their frenzied movements.
Mercedes teased him mercilessly when she realized just who he'd spent the night with losing his virginity so... vigorously. However, when his best friend pushed the information that he'd failed to take into account in his face, doubts and realizations began to plague him.
He was a mere, inexperienced 17 to Noah's 20 years of age.
He let it get to him, even though he shouldn't have; even though he should have known that Noah was happy with how they were. He started pulling away, feeling guilty about both his distance and the way he was tying down what should have been a carefree man, keeping him locked in a relationship.
It was the very last Biology class of his high school career that it happened. He walked into the classroom, looking hopefully in Noah's direction, only to be ignored completely by his lover. He fought the quiet whimper that was trying to make its way out of his mouth and bit his lip hard enough to bleed and moved slowly to his desk. His curiosity was peaked when he caught sight of an innocently folded piece of paper sat on the surface of the gray table he was assigned.
His spirits lifted when he gently opened it and read the words scrawled in Noah's bold handwriting.
“Age doesn't matter. -Noah”
The minute school let Kurt grabbed Noah's shirt and dragged him out of the building, apologizing desperately in between hard kisses.
Four years later, they were all gathered together, Noah clad in the white kittel, both hungry from fasting but too happy to see each other finally after the week of absence. Kurt didn't even overly mind everyone jokingly calling him kallah all day and forcing him into a 'throne' while Noah was swept away by the crowd to sing and chat. And since his mother was long since deceased Carole and Rebekah, Noah's mother, stood side by side and smashed the plate, a wide, happy smile on both their faces.
He even took the veil in stride.
Eventually, they stood together under the canopy, and Kurt circled Noah seven times, just like Rebekah had taught him (read: drilled into him from the beginning of the week he was separated from Noah to the end) and came to a stop on his right-hand side. Wine was consumed as the Rabbi rehearsed the betrothal blessings, though not without incidence; Noah swallowed the wrong way and nearly hacked up his mouthful down his white robes.
Barely recovering in time for to accept the ring from the Rabbi, Noah cleared his throat and stated his lines perfectly, and with conviction.
“Behold you are betrothed unto me with this ring, according to the law of Moses and Israel.”
The plain gold band was slipped onto his right hand index finger.
Next came the ornamental ketubah that was to be hung on the wall, a proud proclamation of their marriage (and Kurt had the perfect place for it), and read in Aramaic. There was only one hiccup, when Noah leaned over to whisper something in his ear that made him desperately attempt to cover his giggles. The Rabbi hadn't seemed too pleased with them.
If Rebekah's indignant huff was any indication, she wasn't either, but oh well. She got to sign the document along side Kurt's dad, so she couldn't rightly complain too much.
Then came the Sheva Brachot and more wine, though this time without the accidental near-staining of traditional robes.
Someone Kurt didn't recognize but knew that Noah had hurriedly introduced a few days earlier came up and set a fabric-wrapped glass on the floor. Noah grinned, raised his foot, and brought it down, shattering the glass easily. A random male voice from the crowd yelled out a joke about it being the last time Noah would ever put his foot down again, garnering laughs from the entire gathering while Kurt merely smiled innocently.
“Mazel Tov!”
Everyone clapped them on the back, whistled for them, and hollered enthusiastically as they walked towards the room they would be spending the short time afforded to them due to Yichud.
Which they spent indulging in such extremely heavy petting that, had they had more than a few minutes, it would have ended in sex. As it was, Kurt was shoved face first against the door with a horny Noah attacking his neck and dry humping him. It escalated from there and ended halfway across the room with Kurt bracing himself against the table, one hand wrapped around himself and Noah teasing the rim of his hole while pumping his cock.
The woman sent to retrieve them opened the door and hightailed it as fast as she could away.
But both of them left to the Siduah, more relaxed than either had been all week and holding hands. Noah had growled when Kurt went to wash off the mess covering his naked rear so it was left, slowly wetting the underwear under his white suit pants.
As the dinner progressed, and just before Noah was swept away by a group of his family members who wanted to dance, though after Sarah had performed a spectacular acrobatic stunt that she had perfected over the last few months, a note was dropped into his lap. Curious and intrigued by what his husband (he'd never get tired of calling himself Mr. Kurt Hummel-Puckerman) had to say that had to wait until after tryst during Yichud. Unfolding the paper, a happy laugh burst out from him, attracting the attention of those near by.
“I told you age doesn't matter.- Your Husband”
The warmth the spread through him, brought on by happiness and creating a giddy feeling in his chest, was one he would never grow tired of. It was something he would spend the rest of his life experiencing, side by side with Noah.
He was in love, and no matter what happened, he always would be.
II
Kallah: Bride (Hebrew)
Chatan: Groom (Hebrew)
For all other information, go here: http:// www .aish. com/jl/l/m/48969841.