A/N: So FF graciously removed this story because of a violation of a guideline i.e. inappropriate summary. I was floored because it'd been a year since I posted this and there seems to be no problem. But then, rules are rules so I just had to accept my fate. Who reads guidelines anyway? Not me for starters.. teehee.. Anyway, to my dear readers, here's the repost.
A/N 2: I will seriously miss the 314 reviews this fic had accumulated. *Sighs*
Summary: Noah Puckerman is a rich, spoiled, commitment-phobic, do anything-fuck anything-no regrets son of a billionaire who runs their family business. Kurt Hummel is a simple kid from a little town who dreams of being big in a big city. Their paths crossed in a not so normal way and ended in both of them saying I do to each other much to their protests.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything for that matter.
CHAPTER 1: It All Started With...
"Why are you shouting?"Puck couldn't believe that his assistant was shouting at him. It should be the other way around. And why the fuck he felt like someone bashed him in the head? "Goddamn it Cynthia, keep your voice down for fuck's sake."
"I am not shouting Noah, you just have a hangover the size of Australia." Cynthia responded and Puck was quite sure she just rolled her eyes. She was the only one who could get away with it and the only one who could put up with him since he became CEO of Puckerman Corp. three years ago. "Honestly, I was surprised you're here."
"Could you just get me a glass of water?" Puck asked as he checked his schedule for the day from his laptop as he rubbed his temples to ease the pain.
"You have a meeting with Chase Athletics for the new ad campaign." Cynthia said as he tossed him a bottle of Evian which he sloppily caught with his right hand. "And you have lunch with your father."
"You said I can't make it right?" Puck asked as he checked his Blackberry for new messages. There was one from his best friend Finn, asking him if he could make it to the club tonight. He responded with a yes.
"He didn't ask. He demanded." Cynthia responded nonchalantly as she droned and droned his schedule for the day. Honestly, he didn't feel like twenty-eight. He felt like he's fifty with all the responsibilities he had to deal with because his twat of a brother was not bright enough to take over the family business. "You know what, I still can't get the fact how you managed to get stoned, drunk and sexed up every night and still have the energy to run your business the next morning."
Puck smirked as he put on his Bluetooth earpiece on his right ear. "Time management is the key." He simply answered. "And by the way, the entire Armani fall collection just got in the market, get it for me."
Cynthia nodded and just as she was about to hand Puck the details of Chase Athletics new ad campaign, Tina Chang, the office receptionist burst through the double doors looking really pale.
"I swear Mr. Puckerman, I tried to stop him but he was really persistent. He threatened to call the press if I won't let him in." Tina said as she wrung her hand nervously. Puck raised an eyebrow and his assistant did the same.
"What the hell are you – " Puck's words died down on his lips when someone came in the door. Jesus, what's happening with his morning? He felt his head was about to explode any minute.
"Why are you not returning my calls?" A blonde guy in tight jeans and black turtleneck asked. Puck saw his assistant smirked. She definitely knew what was up.
"And who are you?" Puck asked as he rubbed on his temples. He gestured at Tina to go back to her post.
"You don't remember me?" The guy spat out. Puck's eyes narrowed as he tried to remember where he'd seen this guy. He was just only sure of one thing, he fucked this guy but just couldn't remember when and where. Maybe he'd fucked him more than once because he was definitely starting to get clingy starting with his, 'why are you not returning my calls?' crap. That was the problem of fucking the same guy more than once, they started to think that he was interested or something.
"Do I owe you anything? Did I smash your car or something? Just talk to my assistant and she'll write you a check." Puck said, not meeting the guy's eyes. It was harsh but please, just because he fucked him twice or thrice, didn't mean he was going to buy him flowers next.
"You..I..you." The guy stammered as he struggled for the right words. "You're unfuckingbelievable. I should have listened to my friends when they told me about the legendary Noah Puckerman." He added putting heavy sarcasm on the word legendary.
Puck snorted. "We're queers not Brangelina. Romance is for heteros. And if I want someone to be in my arms for the photo shoot it won't be you. Get the fuck out of here."
"Drop dead Puckerman." The blonde said and before he walked out, he flipped Puck the middle finger.
"Already did and not interested anymore." He retorted as the guy scampered out. Cynthia shook her head at him. Puck just smiled at her. "So how about my coffee?"
***!***
"Kurt Hummel right?" The Asian girl behind the front desk asked him as soon as he stepped in the grand lobby of Puckerman Corp. Kurt nodded as he flipped his bangs away from his eyes. This was it. It was really happening. He had finally made it to the Big Apple and it didn't hurt either when he scored a job as a marketing assistant at one of New York's finest companies, Puckerman Corp. "So here's your ID and some papers you need to sign. Hand it over to me when you're done." She said warmly and Kurt relaxed. He was jittery ever since he arrived yesterday. This was the first time he'd been away from his hometown in Lima and now he's in one of the busiest states. It was mind blowing for him. A small town kid now making its way in the concrete jungle.
Kurt took his ID and the papers and walked to one of the waiting chairs in the lobby. He smiled inwardly. It was the start of his dreams coming true. He felt like jumping up and down. Nothing would go wrong.
***!***
Puck stared hard at the mirror. He just got off the phone with his dad and he was livid. He couldn't believe it was happening to him. They were all insane. He was beginning to think he was the only normal one in the Puckerman family.
"He can't fucking expect me to show up with a boyfriend." Puck said furiously as he walked back to his office. "He knows that I only care getting my dick sucked. Fuck, I need a drink."
"Is your dad really serious about your grandpa giving your brother the company if you don't show up with a boyfriend?" Cynthia asked as she typed on her laptop. "That's unbelievable. Your brother will tear apart this company in a matter of minutes."
"My dad knows who I am and that means me fucking around and getting stoned as long as I'm here in the office adding millions to our billions so I don't know what their reasons are."
Cynthia shrugged. "Your dad knows but does your grandpa know?" She asked. "Maybe he's heard about your promiscuity and your dad was trying to save your ass by telling him that you're a one man man."
Puck pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. His grandpa was known to be a family man. The kind who settled down and have a family that was why he was fond of Puck's older brother Jacob because Jacob got married and gave him two grandchildren. And now, he was asking Puck to do the same or else, the company would be bequeathed to Jacob. His grandpa knew that he was a queer but he was still expecting him to have a family like a bunch of heterosexuals. Jesus, where was the justice on earth? Ah yes of course, justice was pretty limited to homos like him.
"Why don't you just contact one of your twinks and get it over with. I bet your grandpa will eat it up and then you can go back to being you." Cynthia suggested and he could have her kissed for being brilliant if only he saved their numbers which of course he didn't. He glanced at his watch and noted that only two more hours before his lunch date with his dad and grandpa.
"This is just craptastic. I should have gone to Ibiza and fucked my brains out." Puck muttered as he remembered saying no to Chad when he invited him for a week getaway to Ibiza. If only he had said yes, he wouldn't have this problem which was not a problem to begin with. Why were they giving him such a hard time? All he wanted was a good fuck, no strings. Why all these crap?
Cynthia walked to his table and tapped his shoulder sympathetically. "You're Noah Puckerman, businessman extraordinaire, sexiest man in New York. You can pull this off." She assured him which he just replied with an eye roll. Where were his poppers when he needed it?
***!***
"Congratulations. Welcome to Puckerman Corp." Tina said as soon as he handed him the papers that he just signed. "Before I give you the tour, I will introduce you first to the CEO. It's kind of a tradition. They say his brilliance might rub off on newbies."
Kurt suppressed an eye roll. Was that even for real? Well, as soon as they do it, the sooner he could settle in his work station so he gave Tina the signal that he was ready. He followed Tina to the elevators and while they waited for it, he took the opportunity to glance around. The building's lobby was more like a five star hotel lobby than just an ordinary office lobby. Well, he knew that the Puckermans were very rich people and they love to flaunt their money. He rolled his eyes at the mentality of it all. His thoughts were interrupted when the elevator opened and the sexiest guy he had seen in a long time stepped out followed by a disheveled blonde woman in blazers. The guy just walked past him without even glancing but the woman gave him a studying glance.
"Oops, I think you just have to meet the CEO later." Tina said from behind him. He completely forgot she was there.
"That was him? But he looked so young." Kurt said. His idea of a CEO was a bespectacled bald man in boring suit and looked like he hadn't got laid in years.
"Yes. That's Mr. Noah Puckerman. Our brilliant CEO." Tina said quite happily. And then suddenly, the blonde woman came back.
"Excuse me, you are?" The blonde woman asked, directing the question to him but Kurt still glanced around to make sure that the question was really directed to him.
He swallowed hard. "I'm Kurt Hummel, the new marketing assistant."
"I'm Cynthia Carter, assistant to the CEO. Come with me." She said and without further ado, she grabbed him by his left hand and pulled him. He just stared at Tina helplessly but Tina just gave him a smile and a wave.
***!***
"Yeah full of crap. I'll tell you everything later." Puck said over the phone. As soon as he got inside the Limo, he quickly dialed Finn's number since Chad's was out of service and probably too busy fucking around to answer his call. "Yeah dude, definitely. See you later." He dropped his phone in his pocket and waited for Cynthia as he pondered for an explanation on why he couldn't bring his "boyfriend" for lunch. Fuck that shit, he was not really a good liar. Maybe he should just tell them the truth that he was the kind of queer who just fucked men and not the kind who wanted to live in a house with picket fence drinking lemonade with his husband while they watched their Pomeranian chased their Labrador. Just thinking about it made him want to hurl. Suddenly, the door of the Limo burst open.
"About damn time." Puck said as a flushed Cynthia hovered outside with someone standing behind her back. "Where have you been?"
"Noah, meet your boyfriend, Kurt Hummel." Cynthia said with flourish as she stepped aside, revealing a brown haired, porcelain skinned guy with a what the fuck look on his pretty face.
Puck smirked. "Excellent."