This is not seriously happening. There is no way that Noah Puckerman is on top of me (Me! Kurt Hummel! A GUY!!), doing, well, this. I can't believe how noisy this is. I mean, I never though of myself as a loud person, but I can't help it. Moan after moan escapes my lips. In this moment alone, – and if anyone brings it up, I'll deny ever having thought it – I understand why Quinn Fabray chose him to cheat on Finn with. Seriously he's good. Every little moan he makes sends chills through my body. Each time, he pushes farther in. I don't think he can get any farther in. Shit. He just turned his hips slightly and managed to get farther in than I ever thought was possible. I feel like I'm going to explode, but he's holding my hands above my head so that I can't get off until he wants me to. This is utterly ridiculous. Freakin' Noah Puckerman is whispering in my ear, telling me how sexy I am. Noah fucking Puckerman! Damn that boy is fine. If he knew of the disaster that is my brain right now, he would probably dump me in the nearest asylum. Oh my God! He's coming. Like legit. Thank god he finally released my hands.
Lying in a sweaty heap on my bed, he leans over, kisses me gently on the lips and it's out before I can stop myself. "I love you, Noah Puckerman."
I'll be damned if my heart didn't stop when he chuckled and whispered that he loved me too.