This came to me while I was not paying attention in history class. Hope you enjoy my little romp, please review, good or bad. *disclaimer* I don't own anyone or anything, this is Ryan Murphy's sand box, I'm just playing with his toys.

Kurt stared at the beautiful, mohawked boy that was flirting with a girl. It didn't make him jealous, Puck was his, he knew that, but it made Kurt hunger to have Puck look at him like that. He and Puck had made a deal, Puck wouldn't sleep with other girls or boys and Kurt wouldn't tell anyone they were dating. At first it hadn't bother Kurt, after all he didn't want the other jocks tormenting Puck because of him. But now, it had been 3 months and it was getting harder and harder to not want to kiss him in the halls, not to grin at him as they past each other on the way to class. When they were alone Noah was sweet and charming and the perfect gentlemen, telling Kurt everything he thought and felt; but when they were at school, they were acquaintances. He watched Puck brush a strand of hair out of the girl's eyes and an unfamiliar twang of sadness showed itself before disappearing again. That wasn't Noah, that wasn't Noah. He tried to separate the treatment by referring to Puck as Noah when they were alone and Puck when they were at school. Like they were two different people, so when Puck brushed him aside it didn't hurt as much. But it did. He looked up when the bell rang to see Puck already gone. He sighed softly, knowing he would have to wait until that night to wrap his arms around Puck's neck and to kiss his lips. He headed toward Math class, his least favorite of the day since it was the one without Puck. Suddenly he was ambushed and pulled into the janitor's closet, he would have screamed out but a hand was tight over his mouth. It was too dark in there to see who had captured him and was now pressing Kurt's body against the wall with his own. Kurt's heart pounded in his throat as he struggled to get free, but then a light flicked on and a familiar, sweet, thoughtful smile calmed him instantly. The hand was removed from his lips and he sighed softly in relief.

"Oh Noah, you scared me," he breathed, panting softly to catch his breath. Noah caught his lips roughly with his and Kurt moaned quietly in longing from being deprived of touching, kissing and breathing in Noah. He wrapped his arms around Noah's neck, deepening the kiss. It was like coming up for air after being under water for too long. He was slightly light headed when Noah pulled away and he let out a shallow whimper of loss. Noah grinned shyly, his arms cocooning the smaller boys, who looked up at him, his green eyes studying the football player's face as though trying to memorize it. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked, seeing the hidden sadness in Noah's eyes. It was a sadness that only Kurt would see, because Puck managed to hide it, Noah wasn't that good.

"I hate how you were looking at me earlier, like you thought I am ashamed of you." Noah's voice was so gentle and timid that it almost took Kurt's breath away. He smiled softly, and kissed Noah's lips as though they were rose petals that would bruise if touched too roughly.

"I know you're not ashamed of me, I wouldn't be letting you come over every night if I thought that." Kurt claimed, a rather mischievous grin on his face, "I can't lie and say that it doesn't hurt just a little to see you like that, but I know I get you tonight and that's good enough for me." And rather pathetically it was, just knowing that at 6:00 Noah would knock on his front door was enough to get Kurt through the day.

"It shouldn't be." Kurt pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and his heart sunk, was Noah breaking up with him? "You are the best person I know and you deserve someone who has the courage to walk proudly down the hall with you on his arm." Kurt felt like he was going to vomit, he didn't want this. He would rather hide his relationship with Noah than not have one at all.

"But I would rather have some of you, than not have any of you." Kurt hated that his eyes were filling with tears and his voice was shaking, but Noah quickly pulled him into a hug.

"Oh baby, no, I'm not breaking up with you." Noah kissed Kurt's wet eyelashes delicately. "I just want you to know that I would understand if you were angry at me." Kurt smirked at him, blinking his tears away, though one slipped down his cheek but it was lovingly wiped away by Noah's rough hand. "What I am saying," he paused, he seemed frightened and that made Kurt nervous. Noah licked his lips before his beginning to speak again, "I want to come out of the closet." Kurt looked at him slightly confused,

"Literally or figuratively?" He asked rather hesitantly.

"Both." Kurt stared at the man who was still pressed against him and images flashed in his head. The image of him and Noah walking down the hall together, hands linked and then the jocks came into his mind and his stomach dropped. They would slaughter Noah, Kurt didn't break any rules by being flamboyant and open, Noah being openly gay would break them all.

"You can't," Kurt breathed, part of him not sure he had said it aloud. Noah looked at him, a hurt look in his hazel eyes. "I am not willing to watch those Neanderthal block heads hurt you. And you know they will." Noah paused, hating how true Kurt's words were and their lips met quickly and he pulled Kurt into his chest. The smaller boy's head rested on his shoulder, burying his face in the crease of Noah's neck and Noah kissed Kurt's soft, vanilla scented hair.

"Are you questioning my badassness?" Noah whispered softly, his breath tickling Kurt's ear.

"Absolutely," Kurt replied, his lips touching Noah's neck, though only enough that Noah felt it.

"Mmmm," Noah sighed, it felt so incredibly right to have Kurt in his arms. Like puzzle pieces that he hadn't been able to figure out, but when he finally did, it was perfection. "I am not scared of them. And from what I've seen of you, you aren't either." Noah stated, still holding Kurt.

"I'm not afraid of them or what they might say or do to me; it's you I'm worried about. I'm used to the words and swings; you are more fragile than me." Noah laughed smoothly, like chocolate syrup being poured on a sundae. "I would be too worried about you all day. So I think, I would rather we stay a hot, forbidden secret." Kurt replied, one of his hands falling from Noah's neck down to his hip, and he used the other to pull Noah into another kiss. This one heavier, harder and hotter than the previous ones, and it said so much. It told them both that their love was real and that they both desired the other and no matter how they spun it, they were in love.

When they finally separated, Noah looked a little like he had been hit in the head one too many times; Kurt just smiled softly, stealing another kiss, this one very quick and soft.

"One day, we are going to walk down the halls together, hand in hand." Noah swore. Kurt kissed him again, nodding. Then Kurt separated their bodies, which hadn't been apart since they had been in the closet, and held his hands with his.

"I love you, Noah Puckerman." Noah grinned and Kurt smirked in triumph as Noah's smile reached his eyes.

"I love you too." The boys stood in the closet for several more seconds, staring into each other's eyes. So what if they hid their relationship? So what if no one, not even their closest friends, knew they were in love. They knew, and that was good enough, wasn't it?

Sooo…. What did you think? The muse needs constant justification, so please let him know what you thought, even if you hated it. Thanks.