A/N: OKAY, SO WHO WAS LEFT SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY AT LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE? I know I was. In fact, I still got bursts of sadness throughout the day today, just thinking about it. And that was the first time I've ever cried at something not-real, like a T.V. show or a movie.
Okay, so I got a lot of good reviews about my story "Kurt's Babysitting Adventure", and a request to continue it, so here is a sequel! Dialogue-only again; Can be read on its own, I guess, but just know that Sarah, Puck's little sister, is about four years old here. And don't worry, there will be a third.
Stupid Noah!
"Noah, why is you crying?"
"Why is you in my room?"
"I asked first."
"I was born first, you little brat!"
"I am not. Now tell me is you crying, or else I'm gonna tell Mommy you called me a brat!"
"I'm not crying. Stop asking."
"Mm-hm, okay, No-No. So, how's Kurt?"
"…"
"Noah, why you start crying again?"
"I'm not crying."
"Is it Kurt? I t'ought you guys loved a lot. Don't you?"
"I …don't know anymore, Sare-bear."
"Did he hurt you? Do you want me to hurt him for you? Quick, where's my rifle?"
"… Sarah, what did you just say?"
"Dunno. I saw it on T.V."
"Don't ever say it again."
"Mkei, Noah. So wha' happ'ned? Di he heart-break you?"
"Actually, I think I heart-broke him."
"How?"
"Well, we were walking together between classes-"
"Not skipping?"
"What?"
"I t'ought people who love skip. Like in princess movies."
"Dudes don't skip."
"Princes do!"
"… Anyway, we were walking and these two… bad people-"
"Car-offski and Ah-zee-mee-oh?"
"How'd you know?"
"Dey're meanie-heads. Now finish da story."
"- So they came and dumped a slushie all over Kurt-"
"What flavor?"
"SARAH! Do you want me to finish the story or mot?"
"You didn't have t' yell. Sorry, I just wanted t' know."
"Grape, are you happy? Anyway, they dumped the slushie, and instead of standing up for Kurt, I kinda just…"
"What?"
"Ichickenedoutandlaughedathim, shovedhimintoalocker, thenwalkedawayandlefthimalone."
*Smack*
"Ow! Sarah, what was that for?"
"You stupid. Stupid butthead! You heart-breaked Kurt! Why?"
"…I guess…I just… I – My friends don't know about us, and, it would just be easier – for me - if it stayed that way."
"How come?"
"Well, because my friends don't like boys to like other boys."
"That stupid. You stupid for listening to them! If you don't tell Kurt sorry, I'm gonna hit you 'gain!"
"I tried, Sare-bear, but he won't listen!"
"Ugh, gimme your phone."
"What?"
"I gots'ta do everyt'ing. Gimme your phone."
"Okay, here."
"Tanks. Don't worry, No-No. I got this."
A/N: I know, it's kinda weak compared to the first one, but I'm sure the third will be even fluffier! Review please! And don't forget to read/ review/ PM-me-about-your-suggestions for my story 'Can't Be Trusted'. I've gotten no responses, and no responses mean no story.