Title: Love Lies Bleeding
Summary: Kurt and Puck have been together for a while now but their relationship is still a secret and it's when Noah starts to pull away that Kurt discovers something that will change their lives forever. Through hard times, relationships end and start and more than one special friendship is forged.
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel, Other Canon Characters
Genre: Romance, Angst, Friendship, Comfort, Family
Warnings: OOC, MPreg
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
A/N: This takes place at the beginning of season 2. Quinn never got pregnant so Puck never become the better persone he was by the end of season 1. I'm going to use some things from the second season but not everything. No Blaine and no Karofsky-kiss. I wanted to post this story when it was finished, but since I'm in the middle of chapter 4 and up until now I've written close to 18000 words, and I already have ideas for the end, I'm fairly sure that I'm going to finish it, so evne though the updates won't be quickly, don't be afraid of not seeing the end. It's a fill for a prompt on the Puckurt meme.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Beta: lemon_drop151


Prologue - Waiting

I'm the same I was when we first met,
And now I feel you're pulling away.

Puck's hand, warm and strong, closed in Kurt's hair and, for a moment, the boy inhaled the scent of his lover; his breath, coming out in a pant, caressed the blushed skin of the other teen.

Kurt's hands were resting on Puck's shoulder blades and his legs were tangled with the other boy's. When he felt Noah's nose nuzzling the skin of his neck, he squeezed his eyes shut wanting to hold onto the moment for as long as he could.

When Puck finally pulled out with a sigh and then flopped down next to him on the bed, Kurt opened his eyes and fixed his gaze to the ceiling.

The jock entwined his fingers with the soprano's and Kurt, not for the first time, wondered how long was it going to be before the continuous hot and cold of his lover would tire him out.

"What would happen if I met someone else?" The pale boy's voice sounded strange to his own ears; even weak and unsteady, it pierced through the quiet room. They were over at Kurt's once again; it was simpler that way for Puck, for when he'd suddenly realize that cuddle up with Kurt was more gay than have sex with him, and would shoot out of bed, get dressed and leave in record time.

"You could fuck him," Puck's answer pulled Kurt out of his thoughts.

"What if I fall in love with someone else and dumped you?" Kurt really didn't want to think that he had practically told the boy that he loved him. It was pointless after all since Puck didn't feel the same away about him.

Noah's fingers tightened for a second before releasing their hold around the other boy's ones. The soprano sighed; time was up... it was happening faster and faster lately.

Puck tensed on the bed next to him before getting up and starting to pull on his jeans. "It's not like we're in a relationship or anything..." The jock turned his back to the bed and bent down to retrieve his t-shirt.

Kurt followed every movement with his eyes, keeping his gaze fixed on the dimple between the muscular shoulders until it was covered by the blue t-shirt that the other teen had been wearing before they engaged in their activity.

"Do you sleep with other people?" He found himself asking, and really, he wondered why he just couldn't stop asking stupid questions that would only end up hurting him.

Puck sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed so he could put on his shoes. "Hummel," he glanced at Kurt for only a moment before quickly getting up and walking over to the stairs that took from the boy's bedroom, to the main area of the house. He waved a hand between himself and Kurt, saying, "It's just sex." Then, without leaving room for an answer, he jogged up the stairs.

"Of course," Kurt whispered, so lowly that he was pretty sure the jock didn't hear him. He kept his eyes to the ceiling while the echo of his lover's footsteps grew feeble until finally, he heard the front door slam shut.

He sighed and closed his eyes.