AN: This was written for a prompt meme over at my livejournal (.com). If you want me to write something for you, you can comment there with your request.
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It's a total invasion of Noah's privacy, yes. He knows that. But what is he to do, really?
The letter is just... there. White, obnoxiously personal in its presentation and the curly handwriting on the envelope,daring. The thing is clearly calling his name and urging him to read it.
Well, maybe that's total bull, but can he blamed? The little precious thing is from the one and only miss Fabray. QuinnFabray.
Yes, that Quinn Fabray. The one that Noah had a kid with twelve years ago.
So, yes. Bull. But it's Quinn. And really, he loves the woman to pieces, but he's only halfway across the path of self-confidence, and her being so important in Noah's life still makes him want to grab his partner's arm and yank until everyone's got the message that the man is his now.
It's petty, but that doesn't stop it from being the truth. Kurt is still an insecure little boy from time to time, Quinn is still far too important and far too perfect, and Noah is just... well, far too himself (who's never going to cheat on Kurt but flirts too much, which always drives him up the walls).
So he takes the missive and carefuly opens it. He'll make an appointment with his conscience to feel appropriately guilty about this later.
He trusts Kurt. Really, he does. There's nobody else he's ever trusted this much, in fact. Not even Sarah, and he'd trust his life on his (not so, anymore) little sister.
So it's not really about trust or suspicion, or anything stupid like that.
It's more about himself. About his own many failings as a person; he might be rehabilitated in a lot of ways, but deep inside?
Deep inside he's still kind of an asshole. A possessive, jealous, emotionally re(tarded)pressed little asshole having an adult relationship with someone he loves way too much, someone he'd never stand to lose.
So when he sees that Blaine motherfucking Anderson has sent his man an email? The first instinct is to open it, respond in the crudest words he can come up with and delete the email. And, oh, yes, block the dude's address.
But he is stronger than those urges, so he sits there wiggling his fingers over the keybord and staring at the screen for a minute or two, fighting against the sixteen year old brat that's leaning on his shoulder and giving crappy advice.
His eyes catch the subject line, it says I miss you. It makes him want to yell at the hobbit that he's got no business missing his boyfriend, that he should fucking move on already, and that if he fails to do so Noah will find him and break his arrogant handsome face.
The rational part of himself says dude, you should cut the guy some slack; he is special to Kurt and Kurt is probably special to him. No reason to act like a dick, y'know?
But the asshole in him chants: first real kiss, first love, first date, first relationship; first, first, first.
He ends up double clicking.