Title: You never know a good thing...'til it's (almost) gone 1/3 Author: saar_fantasy Pairing: Puck/Kurt Rating: PG-13 for now Warnings: mean!Kurt (but not for long. Just something he said)
Spoilers: none Genre: AU,Angst,Romance Word Count:: ~ 1.996 Disclaimer: As much as I wished I did, I don't own any of them.
Summary: Kurt breaks Noah's heart after a fight. Now it's up to him to put it back together before he loses the love of his life.

"You're a deadbeat. Just like your father was."

Even though it was two weeks ago, the words were still floating around Kurt in his basement. Haunting him.

But as much as they haunted him, he knew they haunted Puck even more.

He never meant them, Puck knows that. Or at least he should.

They had been having a fight again, heck, they were bickering almost all the time, but this time it had been worse than ever...

Even before they were a couple, Puck and Kurt were known for their witty comments against each other.

They pushed each other to the limit, but this time, Kurt had crossed the line.

Then Puck had walked out and Kurt couldn't blame him. Couldn't blame him at all.

He couldn't even remember what had started their fight in the first place, all he knew was that he made it so much worse.

Puck was ignoring him at school ever since that horrible evening.

Santana, Quinn and Rachel had all three, although seperately, cornered him and told him what a jerk he was for saying something like that to Puck.

Finn was ignoring him as well, which wasn't easy since they lived together, but still he managed to do so.

Even Artie, Brittany, Mercedes, Sam and Tina seemed disappointed with him.

The only one who he could talk to was Blaine, and even he didn't understand why Kurt had said such a thing if he didn't mean it.

How could he, when Kurt couldn't even understand it.

He was certain of two things. One; he didn't mean a single word of what he had said during their fight. Especially not that last bit.

Two; he would do anything to make it up to his boyfriend. If Puck still wanted to be called his boyfriend...

He grabbed his cellphone and pressed speed dial number 1.

Yes, he had even changed his dad's number for Puck's. That had to say something didn't it?

"What do you want, Hummel?"

The hurt in Puck's voice made Kurt want to cry.

He even called him Hummel again... Kurt should be happy he had even picked up his phone.

"Can you come over?" Kurt all but whispered, "I need to see you, Noah."

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Please. We need to talk about this." Kurt knew he was pleading and he could only hope that it would help.

Puck sighed, "I think there's been said enough already. Especially by you."

Kurt couldn't hold back the tears any longer. It was all just too much for him...

Noah was right and it broke Kurt's heart. But he had broken Noah's first... It was up to him to see if they could heal them again.

If they could make them whole again.

"I need you, Noah."

That was the last thing that went through, 'cause the next thing he heard was the dial tone on Puck's end on the line.

He dropped his phone onto his bed and curled up into a fetal position.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he hoped beyond hope that Noah would come.

If he didn't, then it was over...

Everything would be over.

Burt Hummel hadn't been surprised when he came home one evening two weeks ago and heard loud voices coming from his son's basement.

He and his boyfriend had a lot of fights, but they had never been like this before...

He couldn't hear everything, but what he could hear was hateful. Nasty.

Worst thing of all, it wasn't Puck who was saying them, it was Kurt...

"You're a deadbeat. Just like your father was."

Burt froze when he heard those words being screamed by his son, only to be followed by deafening silence.

The next thing Burt heard where footsteps coming up the stairs and he tried to busy himself with hanging up his coat, not to let it seem as if he was eaves dropping.

Which he wasn't, they were just screaming so loud.

No, not they... Kurt. Kurt was screaming so loud.

He loved his son to dead, but now Burt couldn't help but think that he went out of line.

The sight that crossed his eyes next moment broke his heart.

Noah Puckerman, the boy that always held his head up high and walked with a swagger that no one else posessed came shuffling through the hallway. His head down to the ground and his hands tucked into his pockets.

He looked completely and utterly defeated.

When he walked past him, Burt saw a tear roll down the boy's cheek and suddenly felt anger burst up inside him towards his son.

He really had gone too far.

He strode down the stairs, but stopped on the bottom one.

If his heart was broken by seeing Puck, now it was shattered into pieces.

His son was slumped down onto the floor, his head burried between his knees and he was shaking while loud sobs could be heard.

The anger was gone as fast as it had come and Burt walked up to his son and silently sat down next to him, draping his arm over his shoulders.

Kurt didn't look up. He just tensed up and mumbled something, so Burt strained his ears to listen.

"I've lost him, dad," Kurt's voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper, "I've lost the best thing that ever came into my life and it's all my fault."

The sobs became louder and Burt tightened his hold on his boy, not saying anything.

What could he say?

Except that he was right...But he knew that Kurt didn't want to hear that right now, so he just stayed silent.

Comforting his son as good as he could.

What surprised Burt even less was that now, two months after the fight, the storm had stilled a little he opened the door in the middle of the night to Noah Puckerman.

The same Noah Puckerman he hadn't seen at his house for all those months.

He still looked lost and broken, his hands tucked into his pockets, but at least he looked up and not at the ground this time.

"Come in, Puck. You know the way."

Puck didn't answer, just walked inside and instead of going to the door of the basement, he walked into the living room.

Burt sighed and closed the door, following Puck into the living room.

He sat down next to Puck onto the couch and waited. Puck was the one who wanted to talk, so he would be the one to start.

After a few minutes, he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"I don't know what I'm doing here..."

"I think you do, son," Burt replied, "You want to try and make things up with Kurt."

"I don't know if that's still possible," Puck replied softly, "Besides, I'm not the one in the wrong this time."

"I know," Burt smiled wryly at Puck's surprised expression on his face, "I heard what he said."

Noah looked down into his lap and nodded sadly.

"How could he say that to me, Burt? I never expected to hear such a thing. Not from him."

"I know, Puck, but I also know that he didn't mean a word of it."

"That still doesn't make it right."

"I know that too," Burt reached out and squeezed Puck's knee, causing the boy to look up at him, "What I also know is that my son has been a wreck for two weeks. He barely eats, he sits in front of the television with his expression blank, even during Project Runway or whatever it's called, and the worst part, sometimes I can actually hear him cry himself to sleep when I open the door of the basement just a little bit."

Puck sighed and shook his head, "That's not my fault. He did it to himself."

"It's not good to hold a grudge against someone, son." Burt reprimanded, "Especially not against someone you care about."

"He broke me that day. I think I never felt any worse in my life before, except when-"

Burt interrupted him, because he already knew what the boy was gonna say.

"He's just as broken as you are. He thinks he lost you and that it's all his fault."

"Well, he's right about that one," Puck paused as Burt raised his eyebrow, "It is all his fault."

"But he hasn't lost you, has he?" Burt asked gently, hopeful of a good answer.

Puck sighed and shook his head, again, "No, he hasn't. I still love him, Burt. I love him more than anything."

Burt smiled, stood up, and padded Puck's shoulder.

"Go talk to him. He'll probably still be awake anyway."

Puck hesitated for just a minute, then nodded and stood up, enveloping a surprised looking Burt into a big bear hug.

Then he walked over to the basement, looking over his shoulder with a small smile before he opened the door.

"Thanks, Burt."

Burt smiled back and gave him a mock salute.

"You're welcome, son."

When Kurt heard footsteps coming down the stairs, he immediately spoke out of reflex.

"I'm fine, dad. Can you leave me alone, please? I'm trying to sleep."

The voice that spoke back to him, wasn't that of his father...

"I thought you needed me."

Kurt shot up and stared at the staircase, blinking rapidly.

"N-Noah?"

"One and the same," Puck said, stepping down the last few stairs.

Kurt gently pinched himself to see if he wasn't dreaming. Judging by the pain he felt, he wasn't.

"You...You came."

Puck smiled softly at the surprise and disbelief, but also the hope inside Kurt's voice.

"Of course I did," he stepped closer to the bed, stroking his hand unconsciously through Kurt's bed head when he reached him, "I missed seeing you like this."

That was enough to make tears well up in Kurt's eyes.

"Noah, I'm so sorry. I-"

"Shh," Puck stopped him with his finger against Kurt's lips, "Not now, babe. You should really get some sleep."

Kurt's eyes widened at the word 'babe' falling from Noah's lips again and smiled softly.

"Will you stay?"

He stared up hopefully into the pool of brown that were Noah Puckerman's eyes.

Puck didn't answer, he just silently started undressing himself until he was only in his boxers.

No, he hadn't gone commando, not for a while. Maybe, after this, he would have a reason to do that again.

When he was finished undressing himself, he saw Kurt staring at him in awe and raised his eyebrow.

Kurt saw Puck's look and uncosciously licked his lips.

"W-what?"

"Are you gonna sleep in those clothes or what?"

"Oh," Kurt replied, looking down at himself and noticed that, yes, he was still fully clothed...

Puck smiled as he watched Kurt get out of bed and undressed himself in front of him.

As he was finished, he crawled back into his bed and held the cover up for Puck.

He didn't know if Puck would want to sleep in the same bed with him right now, after all that happened.

But he surely hoped he would...

Puck didn't hesitate as he placed himself next to Kurt and wrapped one arm around the smaller boy.

Kurt was surprised, but very pleasantly so, and he snuggled further into the warmth of the man beside him.

He looked back up into Noah's questioning look.

"I'm really sorry, Noah..."

Puck shook his head and pullled him back in, so Kurt could bury his nose into the crook of his neck.

"Sleep now. Talk tomorrow."

Kurt smiled against Puck's neck and inhaled his smell again. Suddenly he realized even more how much he has missed him.

"Tomorrow.." he whispered and slowly drifted into, finally after two months, a peaceful sleep.

Puck kissed Kurt's temple before making himself a little more comfortable and then he drifted off as well.

The next morning, Kurt woke up alone in his bed...