Hi all, this is my first fic after a very long time, so please be kind while I get back into the swing of things. I really hope that you enjoy this.

Summary: It's New Years Eve and the clock is about to straight midnight… not that Kurt cares. PucKurt.

Kurt blew a soft breathe upward, the rush of air causing his perfectly styled hair to rustle before falling back into place. Eleven thirty, and the room was full of the kind of commotion only the Glee club could manage.

Rachel stood by the designated drinks area, bragging about the fact that she doesn't drink as she values herself not to feel the need for intoxication. Finn, the poor simpleton, agreed blindly with everything the girl said, though continued to glance longingly toward the beers when he thought that she wouldn't notice. Kurt snorted, not aloud of course. The things that boy would do to secure a girl, even a poorly dressed one.

Brittany sat with Tina and Artie, eyes full of wonder as the bespectacled boy showed the girls magic tricks. Pretty basic stuff, Kurt thought, though to Brittany he was sure Artie was better than Merlin and Harry Potter combined. Whatever worked for Artie, Kurt was happy that he had found someone who seems to like him back.

Mercedes as well, the voluptuous girl was bumping and grinding with Sam on the dance floor. Neither of them were taking themselves too seriously, yet they drew plenty of eyes toward them with their obvious chemistry. Serious or not, Kurt's best girl knew how to work it, no doubt about that.

Along with Quinn and Santana making a sullen, bored looking duo and Mike, Matt and Puck practically giggling about who knows or cares what, it was shaping up to be a pretty amazing party. Kurt knew he should be happy, grateful even. He had never been invited to a party before, much less on New Year's Eve. It was just…

It was just sad to think that this would be another kiss free, romance free New Years Eve. Ever since he was young, Kurt would imagine spending the night dancing with a special someone, laughing and cheering the New Year in, gently kissing each other in a promise of the year to come…

Yes, he knew it was girly and even a little pathetic and no, he was stupid enough to tell anyone else about his little fantasy. Even Mercedes would pity him if she was to hear about it, and she was normally the kind that didn't take any prisoners. No, it was best to keep the kiss of promise private.

"'Sup, Hummel?" Puck dropped down on the chair next to Kurt, throwing an arm around the smaller boy, who tensed up so quickly and rigidly the arm may as well have been a snake. Puck didn't notice however, smiling encouragingly at Kurt in a way that made him certain Puck was either drunk or crazy.

"Not a lot, as you can probably see, Noah Puckerman" he replied, tone tight and clipped in a way that he hoped said for the love of all thing designer get your bear arm off me. No, apparently it did not. Puck remained beside him smiling so brightly it would have been amusing if Kurt wasn't so horrified.

"Okay Noah, what is it that you want?" When he didn't receive a reply Kurt continued undaunted. "Your hands appear to be free of colourful frozen beverages, there are no dumpsters that you may throw me into, nor are there any lockers for you to push me against. Eliminating these three possibilities, I see absolutely no reason for you to put your hands on my person".

"I have no idea about all that stuff that you just said, but you look like you could use some company" came the response, his new 'company' leaning much closer than Kurt considered comfortable.

"Noah, what are you-"

"You smell god"

Hold on, what was that again?!

Despite freaking out about that comment internally, Kurt maintained his cool façade, determined to insult the jock and send him on his way.

"I smell nice, I think you mean" he gave his most disdainful look to absolutely no effect.

"Mmhmm, delicious even" Puck chuckled, leaning impossibly nearer.

Kurt shot out of his seat at that, grabbing a wine cooler and making his way toward Tina, determined to escape Noah Puckerman and the disease that was apparently eating his brain.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Rachel all but screeched, sending people scrambling for fresh drinks and suitable partners, wanting to bring in the New Year in the best way possible.

Rachel smugly wrapped herself around Finn's waist, and the taller boy turned red but seemed pleased with his success. Quinn was glowering in their direction until Matt approached her, leaning against the wall behind her and sporting his most charming smile, which she returned despite rolling her eyes a little.

Santana was trying to snare Brittany, but the pretty blonde refused to leave her place on Artie's lap. The Latina cheerleader paused, considering her options before simply shrugging and sitting on Artie's free knee, Brittany flinging her arms around the other girl while Artie sat stunned, torn between arousal and fear. A little behind them Sam and Mercedes had their arms around each other, looking totally consumed with each other as only lovebirds can.

Tina turned to Kurt and grinned, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Ready to bring in the New Year together?"

He opened his mouth to tell her that there was no one he would rather share this moment with, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Mike, hands in pockets and shy smile on his face. Kurt turned his attention back to Tina and smiled.

"I think there is somebody who wants to share this moment with you in ways that I never could" he said, hugging her tightly before turning her to face Mike and whispering in her ear, "Go get him, girl", before sending her on her way.

As Kurt surveyed the group around him, his friends, and felt a surge of happiness and affection within himself. So he didn't have someone to kiss, things could be much worse. He had friends, he felt that he belonged, can't be too upset about that.

Hang on, where was -

"Somebody wants you too, you know" came a deep voice behind him, and he turned to see Noah standing there. As the countdown began he found he couldn't speak, so instead he simply stared at Puck, who stared straight back, face open and honest in a way that Kurt had never seen before.

Then as everyone cried 'Happy New Year', streamers, laughter, kisses and hugs spreading throughout the room, Noah Puckerman leant forward and kissed Kurt Hummel.

It was nothing like Kurt had expected. Puck took Kurt's face between his hands and pressed their lips together gently, and despite himself Kurt almost followed him as he pulled back from the kiss.

Wow.

"Happy New Year, Kurt" Noah murmured, smiling shyly before making his way through the group to give Finn and bro hug and high five Artie.

Kurt remained where he was, fingers pressed to his lips, feeling a small smile beginning to form there. If he wasn't mistaken, there seemed to be a promise behind that kiss.

Perhaps this would be a good year after all.

The End… or to be continued?

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