Hi!

This is my first time posting. This story is contained within an au that has a lot more puckurt and takes place the summer after S2.

Warning: Some Blaine bashing

Note: I, of course, own nothing.

Possibilities…

Noah Puckerman made big plans for the summer. They included, but were not limited to: Call of Duty, a Bitchin' Pool Party, Sex, and chilling at the Hudmels. What he didn't prepare for were unexpected emotional outbursts.

This is why Kurt Hummel caught him unawares.

"Am I a freak?" The soprano sobbed. Gone was his usual garb of tight jeans and silk shirts. Kurt sat on his front steps in a sweat pants and a McKinley high hoodie. His hair lay flat against his forehead. "Be honest: Am I some sort of unsexy mutant?"

Puck seriously considered the question. He studied the other boy's illuminated glasz eyes; his plump pout; his cute, upturned nose. There are a lot of words Noah Puckerman could use to describe Kurt Hummel; unsexy was not one of them.

"Hummel, what the hell are you talking about?"

Kurt only sobbed harder. "When we first started going out, everything was fine. It was all hand-holding and epic phone conversations. There was no pressure. Before school ended, he told me that he loved me."

"Are we talking about that Gargler?"

Kurt barely took a breath. "Warbler. When the summer came I thought things would be just as easy. Then he stopped calling me. I would get the occasional text cancelling our date but that was it." Kurt used the hem of the hoodie to scrub his tear-stained face. "Last night he sent me this text-"

To: +14193131994 (Kurt)

Dear Kurt,

I apologize for stringing you along. Our relationship has meant a lot to me

but I think I would be better suited for someone with a little more experience.

I think we should just be friends. Please don't respond.

From: +15670151975 (Blaine)

Puck deleted the offending text before handing it back to Kurt. He took the soprano into his arms. "Don't listen to that douche. The fact that your…inexperienced should be a selling point."

Kurt snuggled closer. "Really?" His voice held a note of disbelief.

"Totally." Puck began rocking the slender teen. "The first dude you have sex with gets to like, train you. That's totally hot."

"I'm not a circus animal, Puckerman!" Came Kurt's indignant response. He then processed what Puck had actually meant. "You think I'm hot?" His response was an affirmative nod from the Jock.

With a faint blush, Kurt leant over and placed a gentle kiss on Puck's cheek. "Thank you, Noah."

Puck gave him his most smug smile. "Don't take this as me using this situation to my advantage: Do you want to like, make out?"

The soprano thought about how different Noah seemed since he returned from Dalton; how much closer they became. He also knew this might be his only chance to take a swim with the resident sex shark. When he answered, Kurt felt no hesitation like he had with Blaine.

"Why the hell not?" he shrugged.

Reviews would be lovely. This is a prequel to a story that I originally wrote the sequel of. Basically, you can expect the continuation of this story in two more parts.