Broken pt.10
I rewrote this THREE TIMES. Kurt was dead set on giving Puck a puppy but I had to talk him out of it. I'm still not completely happy with this but I need to get it over with so forgive me if it's crap. *sigh*
Title: I want you to stay and hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
Author: Nytegoddess
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (and now I mean that!)
Warning: Burt is back and is awesome, there's a bit of Mommy Hummel, and Music!
Author's Note: Like I said, not totally happy with it but oh, well. I've swapped songs for this title again, this is 'Be Here To Love Me'. And here's the link to Puck's song, I highly suggest giving it a listen, I didn't really do it justice here. Nobody Needs To Know video
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Saturday afternoon sunlight was streaming in through the window when Kurt woke up to the chime of his phone receiving a text. Brittany’s slightly vacant smile beams at him, along with the words “Emergency Glee Meeting 3:30”. He drags himself out of bed and up to the kitchen where Burt is putting the finishing touches on a sandwich. The older Hummel raises his eyebrows when Kurt slumps in front of him and lets his head fall to the table with a bang.
Burt looks at his dejected form for a second before grabbing a spoon and a pint of Dublin Mudslide and sliding them in front of his son. “What happened?”
Kurt groans and raises his head just enough to locate the spoon and dig out a bite. “Nothing. I’m just being an idiot.”
Burt thoughtfully chews his bite of sandwich and takes a gulp of beer. “You wouldn’t be being an idiot over a, uh, boy, would you?”
“Of course not.” Kurt sniffs and takes another huge bite of the ice cream before laying his head back down on the table.
“Oh. Good.” Burt clears his throat. “I haven’t managed to read that chapter in the book yet.”
He sounds embarrassed yet relieved and Kurt sits up fully to study his father. “You bought a book about that?”
“Eh, I was online and I found this parents site, they had some recommendations for dads, and I thought ‘what the hell?’” Burt shrugs and takes another bite of his sandwich. “Seemed safer then typing ‘gay teenagers’ into Google.”
Kurt thinks over what his own brief internet forays have shown him and nods his head. “You probably made a good call there.”
They sit in silence for a minute, Kurt eating almost a third of the pint of chocolate while Burt drags out the last few bites of his ham and cheese. Kurt can tell he has something else to say so he patiently waits, taking smaller and smaller mouthfuls of ice cream. Burt clears his throat again and speaks towards the ceiling. “So. This guy you’re not being a idiot over. It’s not Puck, is it?”
“Definitely not.” Kurt states firmly, stabbing the spoon into the half-melted carton.
“Right.” More silence as Burt drains the last of his beer and places his dishes in the sink. “You want me to beat him up?”
Kurt lets out a snort and finally gets up, putting the rest of the ice cream back in the freezer and tossing his spoon in with his father’s plate. “Maybe. No.” He sinks back down on his chair and begins swinging his feet like he did when he was younger. “I just get sick of being the odd one out all the time.” He says quietly.
Burt leans back against the sink, and Kurt gets a sharp twist in the pit of his stomach as he remembers Puck doing the same thing on their snow day.
“I was I could make this better for you, champ.” Burt’s voice cuts through the memory and Kurt sits up a little straighter. For all his acceptance, he and his father have yet to have the ‘So You’re Gay’ talk.
“I wish I knew the perfect thing to say, but…” Burt sighs and pulls off his ballcap, running a hand over his face. “When I first starting dating your mom, my dad took me for a walk. We went down to the old park and we watched the ducks on the pond. He pointed to one of them, a mallard, that was just floating there, drifting along. He said to me ‘Women are like ducks. On the surface everything is beautiful and calm. They’re always gonna look like they have everything together and like nothing you do or don’t do is gonna matter. But underneath the surface, under the mask of serenity, they’re paddling faster than anything to keep afloat. Your job is to do some of the paddling sometimes, to clear the leaves and the rocks out of her way, so you can float on down the stream together.’ I think Noah is getting tired of swimming alone, Kurt. But I can‘t promise you‘re the one he wants to go downstream with.” Burt stands and walks towards the stairs, pausing to rest his hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Of course, when your grandpop told me that, I thought he was full of it and said so, and then he grounded me and I had to cancel my first date with your mom. She wouldn’t talk to me for a week.”
Kurt laughs, imagining his sweet tempered mother turning her nose up at his father, and leans into the hand on his shoulder. “So you think I should give Puck another chance.”
Burt squeezes Kurt’s arm. “Maybe you should just keep in mind that he’s dealing with a lot right now. And I doubt he’s as well-adjusted as you are.”
Kurt smiles and nods as Burt moves out of the room, turning to shout over his shoulder. “You know you called Puck the girl in this relationship, right?” His only response is a deep chuckle from the stairs and Kurt’s eye catches the photo hanging just inside the hall. It’s a snapshot of his mother, just after his parents were married, standing in front of the garage with a paint brush in her hand, filling in the lettering on the Hummel’s Repair sign, a look of complete concentration on her face. Kurt can just imagine her voice, faintly singing along with the radio, always slightly off pitch but true to the melody. A light bulb goes off and he makes his way to her piano in the living room, finding the song he wants on top of the pile of sheet music. He skims the words, humming a few bars, and decides it perfect, saying what he wants Noah to know without being overly trite. A smile lights his face and as he makes his way to get dressed, he tries to picture his mother meeting Puck, what she would say about this whole mess Kurt’s gotten himself into. It’s a wistful hope and he shakes it off as he gathers his stuff and heads to the school, trying to predict how Puck will deal with their almost-kiss and his song choice.
Turns out he needn’t have worried, as Puck shows up right before Mr. Schue, and doesn’t even look his way as he heads for the piano to talk to Brad until they begin going over their ballads. Blondie starts, singing ‘Suddenly Seymour‘, and Kurt makes a face at the nasally pitch to his voice and puts on his headphones to drown everyone out until Brittany and Artie make their way to the front.
They play up ‘Lovely’ for all it’s worth and Kurt laughs with the rest of them when Brittany ‘forgets’ Artie’s name. They end with her sitting in his lap as he wheels them in a circle, and Kurt applauds not only the performance but the sappy grins on their faces. At least someone’s lovelife is working out. He’s up next and he very carefully doesn’t avoid looking at Puck while he flawlessly belts ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’. He smiles as everyone claps, making his way to his chair while holding his breath. He’s put it out there, now it’s Puck’s turn, literally and figuratively, and Kurt leans forward with everyone else in curiosity when Noah takes Brad’s place behind the piano. The first few notes seem hesitant, as does his voice as the song begins.
“Hey kid, good morning,
You look like an angel,
I don't remember
When we fell asleep.”
Noah’s voice is soft, almost wandering over the words as he strokes the keys, and Kurt feels that shift in perspective again as he listens.
“Look at us, lying here
Dreaming, pretending
I made a promise and I took a vow
I wrote a story
And we changed the ending
Cathy, just look at me now!”
The music picks up and Noah’s voice rises, tinged with desperation.
“Hold on, facts are facts
Just relax, lay low
All right, the panic recedes:
Nobody needs to know…”
The pace stays driving, and Noah’s getting into the music now, body swaying in time.
“Put on my armor
I'm off to Ohio
Back into battle till
I don't know when
Swearing to her that I
Never was with you
And praying I’ll hold you again.”
The rest of the club is riveted as Noah plays, tilting his head forward, eyes closed, as the song pours out.
“Hold on, clip these wings -
Things get out of hand
All right, it's over, it's done
No one will understand
No one will understand…”
The music softens again, Noah’s voice dropping back almost to a croon as he coaxes the notes out.
“We build a treehouse
I keep it from shaking
Little more glue every time that it breaks
Perfectly balanced
And then I start making
Conscious, deliberate mistakes.
All that I ask for
Is one little corner
One private room
At the back of my heart
Tell her I found one
She sends out battalions
To claim it and blow it apart‘”
The words come out stronger, and Noah’s practically pounding the keys, pushing the old piano to full the choir room with sound.
“I grip and she grips
And faster we're sliding
Sliding and spilling
And what can I do?
Come back to bed, kid
Take me inside you
I promise I won't lie to you.
Hold on, don't cry yet
I won't let you go
All right - the panic recedes
All right - everyone bleeds
All right - I get what I need
And nobody needs to know
Nobody needs to know…”
Noah opens his eyes now, turning his head just enough to catch Kurt’s gaze and hold it through the final lingering note.
“And since I have to be in love with someone
Since I need to be in love with someone
Maybe I could be in love with someone
Like you…”
They sit in silence for a second before Rachel jumps up, babbling on about how ‘The Last Five Years’ was never on Broadway and Kurt’s too busy smiling like a fool to listen to Mr. Schue try and explain that he didn’t mean Broadway classics specifically, and Mercedes and Tina end the whole argument by launching into ‘You Can’t Stop The Beat’ and soon the whole club is dancing and singing and who knew Matt and Santana could Lindy Hop?
The good mood carries them out the door in one of those rare moments when they forget that they’re on opposite sides of the high school hierarchy and actually see each other as, if not friends, then at least teammates.
Kurt is gathering his bag and papers when he notices that Noah is lingering by the piano, running his hands along the keys, gently pressing a random note or two.
“I didn’t know you played.” Kurt approaches him guardedly. It was one thing to express yourself eloquently in song, quite another to look at someone who once hung you from the back of the basketball hoop by your shoelaces and profess a desire to orally inspect their tonsils.
“I took lessons when I was a kid.” Noah shrugged and sat backwards on the bench, leaning against the keys. “Once I realized the teachers don’t really care enough to do anything but teach outta the book and I stopped going to classes, I started hanging out in the auditorium and picked it up again.”
Kurt took the seat next to him, facing the piano and absently smoothing out one of Rachel’s star stickers. “About last night…”
Puck cut him off. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Kurt agrees before drawing a deep breath. “Unless you meant it.” He risks a glance at the other boy and sees a speculative gleam in his eyes as he ever so slowly leans forward and presses his lips to the corner of Kurt’s mouth. His lips are warm and a bit chapped where they meet Kurt’s, the tip of his nose bumping Kurt’s cheekbone as he draws away just enough to exhale.
“That was different.” Noah licks his lips, the edge of his tongue brushing Kurt’s mouth and he finds himself leaning slightly to follow that sensation.
“Good different or bad different?” He murmurs, trying to will this moment to stay for forever as Noah slides closer on the bench, their hips pressing up against each other.
“Hmm, definitely good different. I liked it.” He doesn’t lean this time, they’re so close there’s no need, he just tilts his head to the right and gives him another short kiss, completely on the mouth this time, lips open just enough to steal some of Kurt’s breath.
“Why did you do that?” Kurt whispers, not daring to move even the slightest inch. It’s a contradictory feeling, sitting here being kissed, like standing on a skyscraper and sinking in the ocean at the same time.
“Because I wanted to. No impulse control, remember? Sometimes it comes in handy.” Warm fingers graze the back of Kurt’s hand where it lays motionless in his lap and he wants to call a time out, wants to replay the whole weekend with the commentary on because he has no earthly idea how he came to be sitting here exchanging air with the town playboy. “Course, it’d be nicer if you kissed me back so I didn’t feel like such an idiot.” Noah’s voice is husky but there’s an underlying tenseness and Kurt searches his intense green eyes. His eyes gave it away, everything he was feeling, lust and desire and even fear and it was the fear that had Kurt surging forward to claim his first kiss, one as unrestrained and sloppy as the other two had been slow and chaste.
Somehow they were standing, stumbling as they wrapped themselves in each other, limbs and clothes and inexperience making them trip and break apart, only to return and latch onto each other again.
Although they had passed Kurt’s point of experience several lightyears ago, and would probably have had to add at least two more people to get near Puck’s, it was still Kurt who found himself guiding Noah towards the mattress on the floor, and why no one had moved them since Sectionals, he didn’t know and didn’t care. They somehow manage to keep the kiss going as they lower themselves to the ground, Noah stretched out alongside him, mouth moving to nibble and suck along Kurt’s jaw line, hands roaming down his slender chest as Kurt arched into the touch, mewling for whatever he could get.
“Oh, god. Yes, please.” Noah obliged him by wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulling him closer. Kurt was exploring as well, running his hands over tanned muscles and deciding that no, April’s magazines did not do the male body justice. Noah’s mouth finally finished mapping out Kurt’s neck, choosing to settle near his ear, allowing him to hear every small gasp and pant the jock made. Kurt smiled against a broad shoulder, teeth scraping along Noah’s collarbone as his hand trailed over a taut stomach to the button on Noah’s jeans. Kurt gave a tug at the closure, not used to opening them backwards, and it was enough to slice through the increasingly sex-muddled atmosphere.
“Wait, Kurt, oh, fuck, wait.” Noah grabbed his hands, holding them tightly against his chest so that Kurt could feel his racing heartbeat.
“You’re seriously not changing your mind on me now?” Kurt pulled back incredulously, blowing his hair back out of his face with a huff. “You know, just because I can name all the winners and the first runner-ups from Project Runway doesn’t mean I don’t still think about sex, like, a million times a day.”
“A million? Really?” Noah’s brow crinkled as he thought about that and Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Yes, really. Newsflash: Gays have hormones, too. Especially since I started spending so much time in the locker rooms. It’s like a freaking wet dream, no pun intended. Even you have to admit those showers give off enough steam to double as the set for a porn flick.”
Noah chuckled and tugged Kurt’s trapped hands until they were wrapped around his body. “Look. I want you. A lot. Like, if most of my blood flow wasn’t busy with my dick right now, I’d be having a stroke over how badly I want you, naked and under me, right here.” Kurt opened his mouth to ask what the frigging problem was then but Noah stopped him with a quick kiss before continuing. “But I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About everything and about you and…I fuck things up. Most of the crap in my life is because I’ve fucked up in one way or another. Usually with sex. I really, really don’t wanna fuck you up, Kurt.” He rested his forehead against Kurt’s, staring beseechingly into his blue eyes. “So, can we just…take it easy? Just until I get my shit together? I don’t really know how to do that but we could try? Please?”
Kurt studied him, weighing his options and everything he‘d come to know about the boy looking back at him. “Can we still make out?”
Puck gave a lecherous grin and rolled until Kurt was on top of him. “Hell, yes.”
Title: I want you to stay and hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today
Author: Nytegoddess
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (and now I mean that!)
Warning: Burt is back and is awesome, there's a bit of Mommy Hummel, and Music!
Author's Note: Like I said, not totally happy with it but oh, well. I've swapped songs for this title again, this is 'Be Here To Love Me'. And here's the link to Puck's song, I highly suggest giving it a listen, I didn't really do it justice here. Nobody Needs To Know video
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Saturday afternoon sunlight was streaming in through the window when Kurt woke up to the chime of his phone receiving a text. Brittany’s slightly vacant smile beams at him, along with the words “Emergency Glee Meeting 3:30”. He drags himself out of bed and up to the kitchen where Burt is putting the finishing touches on a sandwich. The older Hummel raises his eyebrows when Kurt slumps in front of him and lets his head fall to the table with a bang.
Burt looks at his dejected form for a second before grabbing a spoon and a pint of Dublin Mudslide and sliding them in front of his son. “What happened?”
Kurt groans and raises his head just enough to locate the spoon and dig out a bite. “Nothing. I’m just being an idiot.”
Burt thoughtfully chews his bite of sandwich and takes a gulp of beer. “You wouldn’t be being an idiot over a, uh, boy, would you?”
“Of course not.” Kurt sniffs and takes another huge bite of the ice cream before laying his head back down on the table.
“Oh. Good.” Burt clears his throat. “I haven’t managed to read that chapter in the book yet.”
He sounds embarrassed yet relieved and Kurt sits up fully to study his father. “You bought a book about that?”
“Eh, I was online and I found this parents site, they had some recommendations for dads, and I thought ‘what the hell?’” Burt shrugs and takes another bite of his sandwich. “Seemed safer then typing ‘gay teenagers’ into Google.”
Kurt thinks over what his own brief internet forays have shown him and nods his head. “You probably made a good call there.”
They sit in silence for a minute, Kurt eating almost a third of the pint of chocolate while Burt drags out the last few bites of his ham and cheese. Kurt can tell he has something else to say so he patiently waits, taking smaller and smaller mouthfuls of ice cream. Burt clears his throat again and speaks towards the ceiling. “So. This guy you’re not being a idiot over. It’s not Puck, is it?”
“Definitely not.” Kurt states firmly, stabbing the spoon into the half-melted carton.
“Right.” More silence as Burt drains the last of his beer and places his dishes in the sink. “You want me to beat him up?”
Kurt lets out a snort and finally gets up, putting the rest of the ice cream back in the freezer and tossing his spoon in with his father’s plate. “Maybe. No.” He sinks back down on his chair and begins swinging his feet like he did when he was younger. “I just get sick of being the odd one out all the time.” He says quietly.
Burt leans back against the sink, and Kurt gets a sharp twist in the pit of his stomach as he remembers Puck doing the same thing on their snow day.
“I was I could make this better for you, champ.” Burt’s voice cuts through the memory and Kurt sits up a little straighter. For all his acceptance, he and his father have yet to have the ‘So You’re Gay’ talk.
“I wish I knew the perfect thing to say, but…” Burt sighs and pulls off his ballcap, running a hand over his face. “When I first starting dating your mom, my dad took me for a walk. We went down to the old park and we watched the ducks on the pond. He pointed to one of them, a mallard, that was just floating there, drifting along. He said to me ‘Women are like ducks. On the surface everything is beautiful and calm. They’re always gonna look like they have everything together and like nothing you do or don’t do is gonna matter. But underneath the surface, under the mask of serenity, they’re paddling faster than anything to keep afloat. Your job is to do some of the paddling sometimes, to clear the leaves and the rocks out of her way, so you can float on down the stream together.’ I think Noah is getting tired of swimming alone, Kurt. But I can‘t promise you‘re the one he wants to go downstream with.” Burt stands and walks towards the stairs, pausing to rest his hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Of course, when your grandpop told me that, I thought he was full of it and said so, and then he grounded me and I had to cancel my first date with your mom. She wouldn’t talk to me for a week.”
Kurt laughs, imagining his sweet tempered mother turning her nose up at his father, and leans into the hand on his shoulder. “So you think I should give Puck another chance.”
Burt squeezes Kurt’s arm. “Maybe you should just keep in mind that he’s dealing with a lot right now. And I doubt he’s as well-adjusted as you are.”
Kurt smiles and nods as Burt moves out of the room, turning to shout over his shoulder. “You know you called Puck the girl in this relationship, right?” His only response is a deep chuckle from the stairs and Kurt’s eye catches the photo hanging just inside the hall. It’s a snapshot of his mother, just after his parents were married, standing in front of the garage with a paint brush in her hand, filling in the lettering on the Hummel’s Repair sign, a look of complete concentration on her face. Kurt can just imagine her voice, faintly singing along with the radio, always slightly off pitch but true to the melody. A light bulb goes off and he makes his way to her piano in the living room, finding the song he wants on top of the pile of sheet music. He skims the words, humming a few bars, and decides it perfect, saying what he wants Noah to know without being overly trite. A smile lights his face and as he makes his way to get dressed, he tries to picture his mother meeting Puck, what she would say about this whole mess Kurt’s gotten himself into. It’s a wistful hope and he shakes it off as he gathers his stuff and heads to the school, trying to predict how Puck will deal with their almost-kiss and his song choice.
Turns out he needn’t have worried, as Puck shows up right before Mr. Schue, and doesn’t even look his way as he heads for the piano to talk to Brad until they begin going over their ballads. Blondie starts, singing ‘Suddenly Seymour‘, and Kurt makes a face at the nasally pitch to his voice and puts on his headphones to drown everyone out until Brittany and Artie make their way to the front.
They play up ‘Lovely’ for all it’s worth and Kurt laughs with the rest of them when Brittany ‘forgets’ Artie’s name. They end with her sitting in his lap as he wheels them in a circle, and Kurt applauds not only the performance but the sappy grins on their faces. At least someone’s lovelife is working out. He’s up next and he very carefully doesn’t avoid looking at Puck while he flawlessly belts ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’. He smiles as everyone claps, making his way to his chair while holding his breath. He’s put it out there, now it’s Puck’s turn, literally and figuratively, and Kurt leans forward with everyone else in curiosity when Noah takes Brad’s place behind the piano. The first few notes seem hesitant, as does his voice as the song begins.
“Hey kid, good morning,
You look like an angel,
I don't remember
When we fell asleep.”
Noah’s voice is soft, almost wandering over the words as he strokes the keys, and Kurt feels that shift in perspective again as he listens.
“Look at us, lying here
Dreaming, pretending
I made a promise and I took a vow
I wrote a story
And we changed the ending
Cathy, just look at me now!”
The music picks up and Noah’s voice rises, tinged with desperation.
“Hold on, facts are facts
Just relax, lay low
All right, the panic recedes:
Nobody needs to know…”
The pace stays driving, and Noah’s getting into the music now, body swaying in time.
“Put on my armor
I'm off to Ohio
Back into battle till
I don't know when
Swearing to her that I
Never was with you
And praying I’ll hold you again.”
The rest of the club is riveted as Noah plays, tilting his head forward, eyes closed, as the song pours out.
“Hold on, clip these wings -
Things get out of hand
All right, it's over, it's done
No one will understand
No one will understand…”
The music softens again, Noah’s voice dropping back almost to a croon as he coaxes the notes out.
“We build a treehouse
I keep it from shaking
Little more glue every time that it breaks
Perfectly balanced
And then I start making
Conscious, deliberate mistakes.
All that I ask for
Is one little corner
One private room
At the back of my heart
Tell her I found one
She sends out battalions
To claim it and blow it apart‘”
The words come out stronger, and Noah’s practically pounding the keys, pushing the old piano to full the choir room with sound.
“I grip and she grips
And faster we're sliding
Sliding and spilling
And what can I do?
Come back to bed, kid
Take me inside you
I promise I won't lie to you.
Hold on, don't cry yet
I won't let you go
All right - the panic recedes
All right - everyone bleeds
All right - I get what I need
And nobody needs to know
Nobody needs to know…”
Noah opens his eyes now, turning his head just enough to catch Kurt’s gaze and hold it through the final lingering note.
“And since I have to be in love with someone
Since I need to be in love with someone
Maybe I could be in love with someone
Like you…”
They sit in silence for a second before Rachel jumps up, babbling on about how ‘The Last Five Years’ was never on Broadway and Kurt’s too busy smiling like a fool to listen to Mr. Schue try and explain that he didn’t mean Broadway classics specifically, and Mercedes and Tina end the whole argument by launching into ‘You Can’t Stop The Beat’ and soon the whole club is dancing and singing and who knew Matt and Santana could Lindy Hop?
The good mood carries them out the door in one of those rare moments when they forget that they’re on opposite sides of the high school hierarchy and actually see each other as, if not friends, then at least teammates.
Kurt is gathering his bag and papers when he notices that Noah is lingering by the piano, running his hands along the keys, gently pressing a random note or two.
“I didn’t know you played.” Kurt approaches him guardedly. It was one thing to express yourself eloquently in song, quite another to look at someone who once hung you from the back of the basketball hoop by your shoelaces and profess a desire to orally inspect their tonsils.
“I took lessons when I was a kid.” Noah shrugged and sat backwards on the bench, leaning against the keys. “Once I realized the teachers don’t really care enough to do anything but teach outta the book and I stopped going to classes, I started hanging out in the auditorium and picked it up again.”
Kurt took the seat next to him, facing the piano and absently smoothing out one of Rachel’s star stickers. “About last night…”
Puck cut him off. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Kurt agrees before drawing a deep breath. “Unless you meant it.” He risks a glance at the other boy and sees a speculative gleam in his eyes as he ever so slowly leans forward and presses his lips to the corner of Kurt’s mouth. His lips are warm and a bit chapped where they meet Kurt’s, the tip of his nose bumping Kurt’s cheekbone as he draws away just enough to exhale.
“That was different.” Noah licks his lips, the edge of his tongue brushing Kurt’s mouth and he finds himself leaning slightly to follow that sensation.
“Good different or bad different?” He murmurs, trying to will this moment to stay for forever as Noah slides closer on the bench, their hips pressing up against each other.
“Hmm, definitely good different. I liked it.” He doesn’t lean this time, they’re so close there’s no need, he just tilts his head to the right and gives him another short kiss, completely on the mouth this time, lips open just enough to steal some of Kurt’s breath.
“Why did you do that?” Kurt whispers, not daring to move even the slightest inch. It’s a contradictory feeling, sitting here being kissed, like standing on a skyscraper and sinking in the ocean at the same time.
“Because I wanted to. No impulse control, remember? Sometimes it comes in handy.” Warm fingers graze the back of Kurt’s hand where it lays motionless in his lap and he wants to call a time out, wants to replay the whole weekend with the commentary on because he has no earthly idea how he came to be sitting here exchanging air with the town playboy. “Course, it’d be nicer if you kissed me back so I didn’t feel like such an idiot.” Noah’s voice is husky but there’s an underlying tenseness and Kurt searches his intense green eyes. His eyes gave it away, everything he was feeling, lust and desire and even fear and it was the fear that had Kurt surging forward to claim his first kiss, one as unrestrained and sloppy as the other two had been slow and chaste.
Somehow they were standing, stumbling as they wrapped themselves in each other, limbs and clothes and inexperience making them trip and break apart, only to return and latch onto each other again.
Although they had passed Kurt’s point of experience several lightyears ago, and would probably have had to add at least two more people to get near Puck’s, it was still Kurt who found himself guiding Noah towards the mattress on the floor, and why no one had moved them since Sectionals, he didn’t know and didn’t care. They somehow manage to keep the kiss going as they lower themselves to the ground, Noah stretched out alongside him, mouth moving to nibble and suck along Kurt’s jaw line, hands roaming down his slender chest as Kurt arched into the touch, mewling for whatever he could get.
“Oh, god. Yes, please.” Noah obliged him by wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulling him closer. Kurt was exploring as well, running his hands over tanned muscles and deciding that no, April’s magazines did not do the male body justice. Noah’s mouth finally finished mapping out Kurt’s neck, choosing to settle near his ear, allowing him to hear every small gasp and pant the jock made. Kurt smiled against a broad shoulder, teeth scraping along Noah’s collarbone as his hand trailed over a taut stomach to the button on Noah’s jeans. Kurt gave a tug at the closure, not used to opening them backwards, and it was enough to slice through the increasingly sex-muddled atmosphere.
“Wait, Kurt, oh, fuck, wait.” Noah grabbed his hands, holding them tightly against his chest so that Kurt could feel his racing heartbeat.
“You’re seriously not changing your mind on me now?” Kurt pulled back incredulously, blowing his hair back out of his face with a huff. “You know, just because I can name all the winners and the first runner-ups from Project Runway doesn’t mean I don’t still think about sex, like, a million times a day.”
“A million? Really?” Noah’s brow crinkled as he thought about that and Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Yes, really. Newsflash: Gays have hormones, too. Especially since I started spending so much time in the locker rooms. It’s like a freaking wet dream, no pun intended. Even you have to admit those showers give off enough steam to double as the set for a porn flick.”
Noah chuckled and tugged Kurt’s trapped hands until they were wrapped around his body. “Look. I want you. A lot. Like, if most of my blood flow wasn’t busy with my dick right now, I’d be having a stroke over how badly I want you, naked and under me, right here.” Kurt opened his mouth to ask what the frigging problem was then but Noah stopped him with a quick kiss before continuing. “But I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About everything and about you and…I fuck things up. Most of the crap in my life is because I’ve fucked up in one way or another. Usually with sex. I really, really don’t wanna fuck you up, Kurt.” He rested his forehead against Kurt’s, staring beseechingly into his blue eyes. “So, can we just…take it easy? Just until I get my shit together? I don’t really know how to do that but we could try? Please?”
Kurt studied him, weighing his options and everything he‘d come to know about the boy looking back at him. “Can we still make out?”
Puck gave a lecherous grin and rolled until Kurt was on top of him. “Hell, yes.”