Genre: AU/Romance/Angst

Warning: Cuss words and some mature stuffs

Pairing: Puck/Kurt

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Chapter 1:

"Dude you gotta stop drinking," Finn Hudson, his best friend said as he tried to get the bottle of beer from him. He pulled it away from his best friend's reach but Finn was way quicker and he successfully snatched the green bottle from him. Damn, when did Finn become so fast? Crap, he must have been really wasted if that was the case. He had been drinking since four in the afternoon on an empty stomach and it was already seven in the evening. "Are you trying to drink yourself into coma?"

Drink yourself into coma. Finn's words echoed in his brain repeatedly. Maybe that was a good idea. Anything to deaden the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach when his parents dropped him the news earlier that day. Fuck it. He couldn't believe that his rock star life would end abruptly. Last time he checked, he was enjoying the summer break for what it was worth before he stepped into the new world that was college. He had enjoyed the booze, the parties and everything else in between and everything was perfect. His life was good. He and Quinn had just celebrated their third year anniversary as a couple. Everything was damn fine and then his parents ruined it. Big time. He had no words to describe it.

"Dude, your mom told me you been here in your room the whole day. What's going on?" Finn asked, his face masked with concern.

"That was just my third bottle," Puck lied, ignoring Finn's question. He didn't want to talk about it because talking about it made it more real.

Finn snorted. "Yeah, third bottle of beer aside from the two bottles of vodka." He gestured at the empty bottles on the floor. "I'm surprised you are still able to talk but that's beside the point. What the hell is going on Puck?"

Puck snatched again the bottle of beer from a surprised Finn and took a swig then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Nothing."

Finn shook his head. "Your housekeeper told me that you have smashed almost your entire china inventory this morning and then your mom said you locked yourself here. Quinn is worried dude, you are not returning her calls."

Quinn was currently in Paris for a vacation with her parents and Puck was guilty for ignoring her calls. He just couldn't have the courage to talk to her.

He looked up at Finn and breathed deeply, nausea washed over him then he said the unsayable.

"I'm fucking getting married to someone I didn't know exist until now," he said flatly.

Finn's eyes went wide and suddenly filled with a lot of questions. Puck couldn't hold it anymore and vomited all over the white carpet of his room then he passed out.

OoOoOo

"Kurt baby what's going down?" Kurt Hummel watched as his best friend Mercedes Jones plopped carelessly at the foot of his bed.

"Hey Cedes," He said, smiling weakly at her. His earlier medication made him slightly queasy to be energetic. Not to mention the news his dad had told him earlier that day. Until now, he still couldn't believe that his normally peaceful world would suddenly be invaded with unknown forceful events which were enough to fill the drama of his entire existence. He never knew that such a thing still existed until now when his father gave him the details of his soon to be doomed world. He decided that a better way to get it over with was to share it with his best friend.

"You know that dad was pushing me to have a boyfriend right?" Kurt started. Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything. "And you know that I don't want to because of my condition."

"Lemme guess, daddy is paying someone to be your boyfriend right?" Mercedes said seriously and Kurt laughed out loud. Well, he wished it was just as simple but the thing his dad told him was anything but simple.

"Nice try," Kurt said dryly and Mercedes swiped at him playfully then he let out a heavy sigh and turned serious. "I wish dad would just let it go. You know, stop trying to get me a happy life. I know that I'm not entitled to a happy ending ever since…" He trailed off and Mercedes squeezed his foot through the blanket. He was thankful to have such a great best friend in her. Mercedes was enough. He didn't want anyone else to enter his life because they would just be an addition to his painful goodbye list. Don't get him wrong, he didn't want to shut himself away from other people, it was just that, he had no choice but to do so and he decided to stick by that choice in order to spare someone of painful riddance. Maybe it was stupid but he knew it was the right thing to do.

"You know your dad is not giving up and so should you," Mercedes said softly. Kurt smiled at her. He had this conversation with her countless times and it all ended up with him still sticking to his choice. "Okay tell me, what did daddy do this time?"

"You know how dad is a cutthroat when it comes to his business right?" Mercedes nodded.

Truth be told, Burt Hummel was one giant teddy bear when it came to family but when it came to Hummel Inc., he suddenly transformed to Incredible Hulk or something like that. He was feared by most of his affiliates and other companies were scared that one day, Hummel Inc., would buy all their stocks and take over their business.

Mercedes asked what was the connection of it to his story. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Well he told me about this company he was trying to buy, Puckerman Corp or something, I forgot. Anyway, I don't know why the hell he was telling me all that stuff then he told me his plans which included yours truly," Kurt said, unable to mask the dislike in his voice as the memory of his conversation with his dad that morning floated involuntarily in his head.

"They should be grateful that I was trying to save their sorry asses, their business is going down for Pete's sake," Burt Hummel said as Kurt watched him paced back and forth in their spacious living room. Kurt was in the middle of reading his latest edition of Vogue magazine when his dad burst into living room and whined continuously about this company he was trying to buy.

"Dad, cut to the chase. I know that you're not going to talk about your business with me unless it has something to do with me." Kurt said as he flipped randomly on the magazine. "Spill."

Burt crossed the room and sat across his son. "Well I found out about this company owned by the Puckermans and they have a son."

"Playing cupid again aren't we?" Kurt mocked as he closed the magazine and looked at his dad straight in the eye. "Dad, we are over this now right? I told you I am okay with this. I have you and Mercedes. That's enough for me." This was not the first time his dad tried to set him up with someone.

He remembered one time when his dad had set him up with this gorgeous model from one his owned magazine company. The guy was a total eye candy but his personality resembled that of a blunt spoon and Kurt couldn't deal with it. One thing also, every time he opened up about his condition to a random guy his dad set him up with, he always noticed the hesitation in their eyes and the fear of being committed to someone like him. That was partly the reason why he did not want to be committed to anyone. He didn't fear rejection, he just feared being attached to someone and in the end he knew he had to say goodbye.

"Look Kurtie, I love you and I want you to be happy even just for…" His dad trailed off when Kurt looked at him as if to say, don't you ever say it.

Kurt let out a huge sigh and closed his eyes. "Okay dad, I will agree to a date but if it won't work out, can you promise not to set me up again with someone ever?" His dad smiled at him and Kurt didn't like when his dad smiled at him with spark in his eyes because it only meant trouble for him.

"Well Kurt, you see, their business is going down and only two things can save them. It's either sold their company or merges with another company." Burt said and Kurt stifled an eye roll. He didn't understand why his dad had to say all these shenanigans to him. "And since the business is with their family for generations, they couldn't sell it."

"So you will not buy it then, right?" Kurt asked and his dad shook his head. God, his dad had turned heartless corporate monster.

"I insisted that I will buy it or if they would agree with my condition, I will lend them money to save it until they recuperate from their losses." Kurt sighed in relief. His dad was still a good man.

"And the condition?"

"That they will have their son, Noah Puckerman to marry you."

OoOoOo

When Noah was finally sobered enough to tell his best friend about the whole marriage for convenience shit, both of them just stared at each other for a long ass time as if either of them didn't want to say anything without screaming profanities which could alarm the Vatican.

"Damn dude, that was fucked up," Finn finally said, breaking the deafening silence. "How about Quinn?"

Puck clenched his jaw as another wave of nausea washed over him. This time, it got nothing to do with the alcohol but with the sickening realization that he got to give up the love of his life.

"Can't you do something about it?" Finn asked when he didn't respond.

"Believe me Finn, I tried to think ways to stop it but it all ended up with me walking down the aisle toward some random stranger or the other way around, I fucking don't know." He snorted in disgust as he ran his hand over his shaved head. Goddammit, he was Noah fucking Puckerman, bad ass personified and yet he couldn't stop this fucked up thing soon to happen. He blamed his parents for not taking care of their business, but then he just couldn't let them down. They relied on him to save their business.

"Can you just sell your soul to the devil or something?" Finn asked dumbly and Puck threw a pillow on his face. "What man? I was just trying to help you." Finn scoffed.

"I am gonna meet him tomorrow."

"Wait, what? Him? You are marrying a guy?"

"Mom said he's gay," Puck said and he squeezed his eyes shut. Good Lord, why of all people, was he chosen to be in this dilemma? He had heard a lot of his high school buddies getting tied down with the same sex and it was damn fine to him as long as it wouldn't happen to him. Damn, he wanted a girl not some gay dude. But now, it was different. He just hoped that said gay dude was not bigger than him because, holy effin shit, that would be awkward.

"Fuck dude, that's really messed up," Finn said sympathetically.

"It would only be for two years though," Puck said absently as the details of his conversation with his parents came back in his muffled brain.

"Two years? Why?"

"Hell I don't have a fucking clue. Then we're free to divorce so that would be until I turned twenty. Do you think Quinn can wait for two years?" Puck said thoughtfully.

"Probably. Unless you make her understand." Puck was amazed with Finn's intelligent answer. He should definitely make Quinn understand.

Puck nodded and then grabbed his phone from his night stand. He dialed Quinn's number.

OoOoOo

"You must have spelled it wrong," Kurt said as he looked over Mercedes' shoulder who was busily typing away on his laptop. "Try, P-U-C-K-E-R-M-A-N."

Mercedes typed what he spelled and hit the enter key and then she let out a girly scream. "Oh my God Kurt, your fiancé is one fiiiiine man." She giggled as she ogled on the screen. Kurt's mouth dropped in awe as his eyes raked over Noah Puckerman's photo. He definitely agreed with Mercedes. Noah looked like a GQ model and his body was drool worthy judging from one of his photos.

"Wait, that was a fan page?" Kurt asked disbelievingly. "Is he some kind of a celebrity?"

"At his school probably coz I think this page was made by some random fangirl in his school," Mercedes answered, her eyes still glued to the screen. "And there's a link which says, Go Die Somewhere Quinn Fabray page," she read from the screen, she clicked it and they both read some nasty comments from most of Noah's "fans".

Jenny Smith: Ugh, she's not even pretty. Ew, Idk what Puck sees in her.

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Tiffany Johnson: Damn right girl. I heard she went to Paris for a boob job.

Jenny Smith: Totally. And can she just please jump from the Eiffel tower head first?

Alyna Allen: They have been together for three years, she must have been feeding Puck some love potion or something,

Jenny Smith: Must be. Ew ew ew.. I really hate Quinn Fabray. Puck doesn't deserve that witch in disguise. Gag.

"Damn, these girls are whacked," Mercedes said as she continued reading the rest of the comments and laughed out loudly.

"Quinn must be his girlfriend," Kurt said thoughtfully. Oh my God, he was going to be a home wrecker bitch. "And they have been together for three years. Oh my God Cedes, I can't do this. I can't marry him. I don't want to hurt anyone," he said in a panic voice. Mercedes slowly turned around and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well white boy, you just told me that you are going to convince your dad not to continue with that marriage for convenience bullshit. Why are you telling me that you can't marry him? Did you suddenly decide that you want to marry him when you see those yummy photos?" Mercedes said mockingly.

Kurt blushed furiously and felt ashamed. Well it was his first reaction when he had seen Noah Puckerman's photos. He decided that at least, he get to be stuck with a good looking guy.

"I..well..I didn't.." he stuttered and Mercedes snickered.

"It's all good Kurt. Who wouldn't want to tap that?" Kurt made a face then a buzzing sound hit the air. It was his iPhone. He grabbed the gadget from his bedside table and tapped the screen, The number was not registered.

"This is Kurt," he greeted.

"Uh yeah, this is Puck, I mean Noah Puckerman."

Kurt's knees buckled when that sexy as hell as voice floated through the receiver. And the image of Noah's topless photo which showed his fine abs came to his mind. And yes, he would really like to tap that.