Title: Tell Me I'm the Only One
Rating: NC-17/M
Genre: Slash, Romance/Angst
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble
Character Pairing: Noah/Kurt and Noah/Will
Summary: AU. Noah Puckerman having had nowhere to turn in life and a very jaded view on love, found himself in the deceptively kind arms of Will Shuester, a former Broadway star. When Will asked for Kurt Hummel, a famous movie star, to be in one of his musicals, Noah and Kurt met with an instant spark. The problem? Noah can't get away from Will's cruelty even as he falls hopelessly in love with Kurt. Can Kurt save him?
Word Count For This Part: 2,293
Warnings:
Slash, Sex, Implied Non-Con, Abuse, and Swearing
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or an of its associates. Sigh.
Author's Notes: Gah. Do I write anything that isn't NC-17? LOL *shakes head at herself* This just kind of came to me. I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think, whatever that might be!

Chapter 1~Take My Breath Away

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He cannot believe he let his agent talk him into this.

Seriously, he's done with the wining and dining of people he didn't care about. He didn't even want to be on fucking Broadway. He was perfectly fine doing movies and television spots. Even if there had been a considerable drop in calls requesting his talent, he would have preferred to do nothing at all than be standing in front of some washed up theatre actor's house in the Hamptons.

Eye roll.

Broadway stars were so predictable.

Summoning the courage to walk up to the regal looking door, Kurt Hummel sighed. He could do this. Just listen to this Will Shuester character's explanation of the part he's interested in him for, laugh at any jokes that may as well be being told to a crowd of crickets, and make excuses to leave early and go back to the hotel. Simple as.

He knocked on the heavy oak and took in the surroundings of the stone covered patio. Little statues and figurines were placed in spots and there was a water fountain near a wall full of beautiful green ivy, Kurt snorted. Money thrown away on a mansion was all saw. He didn't understand why people did stuff like that, it wasn't like you could take it with you.

With that thought left hanging the door started to unlock and open. On the other side stood a young man with dark brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and olive skin. If Kurt was correct, this boy was only about twenty years old and looked as if he belonged in the pages of a magazine. He was beautiful, if a little small. Scrawny, some would say, with his lack of his muscular definition and tiny waist. For the first time, Kurt was lost. This kid was perfect.

Appearing to be very shy, he asked respectfully, "Yes, sir, how may I help you?"

Snapping out of his daze, Kurt replied, "Um, I'm Kurt Hummel. I was told by my agent that Will Shuester wanted to speak with me?"

The boy nodded his head quickly and stepped away from the door, allowing him entrance and carefully avoiding his eyes. "I'm afraid Will is running a tad bit late," the boy said remaining with his eyes lowered and tone respectful as they walked into what appeared to be a living room, "but you can wait here in the common room. He should be home soon, Mr. Hummel. I'm sorry for the wait."

Kurt smiled at him, hoping to catch sight of his amazing orbs again, but failing to do so. "That's quite alright."

"Can I get you anything, Mr. Hummel?" he asked as if it were routine for him to do so. Suddenly, Kurt wondered who exactly this kid was. A butler or house servant? He was too pretty to be either of those.

Remembering he'd been asked a question, Kurt cleared his throat, "Ah, no, that's okay. And call me Kurt, if you don't mind. Mr. Hummel makes me feel kind of old." He added with a laugh.

The boy didn't appear amused, in fact, he appeared worried. As if he felt he did something wrong, "I-I apologize…Kurt."

Wondering what the hedge of fear stemmed from, he absently replied, "Don't worry about it." Feeling a little bolder he asked, "What was your name?"

"Noah Puckerman," he supplied with a nervous little frown as a pretty little blush settled over his cheeks.

"What a beautiful name. Noah. I've never met anyone named Noah before," Kurt chuckled and watched as the blushed deepened and a slight smile came onto his face.

"Thank you, Kurt," he said politely, ducking his head a little more. "I've watched your movies."

"Have you now?" Kurt loved the way Noah nodded his head and brought his hands together to pick at his nails nervously.

"Yes, I've seen almost all of them. When Will said you were interested in being a part of his new musical, I was hoping I'd get to meet you."

"Well, I'm glad I met you too, Noah." Kurt told him with a kind grin, and was delighted to see a sparkle in this kid's eyes as he raised them to meet his for the first time.

Damn, but he was so very beautiful. All Kurt wanted to do was bend that hot little body over the couch behind him and fuck it senseless. He had a feeling Noah would let him too. Probably even beg him for it. Yeah, there was enough jerk off material to last him a while.

"So, Noah, how old are you?" he asked as he sat down on said couch, pants suddenly uncomfortable.

"Nineteen, but I'll be twenty next month."

"Wow," Kurt hummed. He was a baby compared to him. Kurt may not be old, but at thirty you may as well be in a nursing home in Hollywood. Which is why he shouldn't be flirting. Shouldn't be doing anything with this kid. It could very well be categorized as statutory rape, regardless if he was technically of age or not. But for some reason, he couldn't help himself. "What do you do?" He asked with a flirty little lilt.

Noah smiled then and tucked a loose strand of curly hair behind his ear. Argh, he was so sexy. "I, um, I actually want to be a musician. Well, I mean, I am a musician, but I want to become an artist."

"What instruments do you play?"

"Piano, guitar…you know, stuff. I actually wrote the music for the musical." He told Kurt with a shy sort of smile. Like he was proud of himself, but didn't if it was okay to be.

"Wow, that's amazing. Is that how you met Will?"

Something flashed through his eyes that Kurt didn't understand. Fear maybe? "Uh, n-no. I met Will at an audition for a Broadway role in one of his other plays…I'm his-I'm his boyfriend."

And oh, okay. That made sense. Will trying to make himself feel young again with a pretty little piece of ass that wanted out of his shitty life. Kurt then didn't feel quite as interested in this Noah. Probably wasn't even his real name.

With an icier tone, Kurt said, "Well, I guess I'll just wait for your boyfriend then."

A look of dejected sadness washed over the boy's face before quickly disappearing into a mask of understanding, "Of course, sir. I'll put a call into him and let him know you're-you're here."

Walking away with slumped shoulders and a slight limp to his step, Noah left Kurt to wait. He kinda felt bad about how he treated the poor kid. Who was he to judge what he did with his life? Whore or not, he was still a person. And decided to make it right the next time he saw Noah.

About ten minutes later he heard the front door open and shut. A string of curses following as another set of footsteps hurried into the foyer. Kurt tried not to eaves drop, but he couldn't help it.

"Hello, Will. How was your trip?" Kurt wondered if he heard wrong when that sounded far shakier than what a boyfriend would usually sound like when greeting their partner.

"Fine, take my coat," and that certainly wasn't a polite suggestion.

"Okay, Will." A minute passes by and ruffling around takes place. "Kurt Hummel is in the common room waiting for you."

"Did you offer him anything? You better have treated him with respect." Wow, could he be any more of an ass? Suddenly, Kurt regretted how he treated the poor kid.

"Of, course," he replied panicky.

There's a scuffle of feet and Kurt's stomach started to bottom out. Something really wasn't right. "When I say treat my guests with respect, I don't mean flaunt your ass," Will's voice growled.

There was a whimper, "I wasn't, W-Will, I wasn't. I promise. I'm yours, only yours!"

There's no noise besides a squeak and then, "Glad you remember your place. Now make my guest and me some tea and try not to fuck it up."

"Yes. Yes, of course, Will."

With that there were more footsteps and Kurt contemplated what he was going to say to the guy when he saw him. Maybe punch his face for treating someone so horribly?

"Ah, Mr. Kurt Hummel!" Will's booming, weirdly happy voice, said as he came into the room.

Kurt would deny it later, but it made him jump slightly. He stood to face this Will Shuester, and was instantly put off in an even bigger way than from what he was before. From the kinky-permish looking hair to the totally fake smile, this man just reeked of abuser. Now Kurt hated himself for assuming the worst in poor Noah. He probably thought Kurt didn't like him, that he wasn't good enough to be flirted with, and when he dismissed him so rudely it was just another person reminding him of how worthless he was. He couldn't believe he made someone so beautiful feel that way.

"I'm so glad you came," Will continued as he shook his hand a little harder than what the movie star thought was strictly necessary.

"Yes, well," Kurt huffed slightly, sitting back down, "my agent made it pretty clear I didn't have a choice."

Will mast have taken that as a joke, because he laughed, "Old Sue, knowing her she probably did."

"You know Sue Sylvester, my agent?" Kurt asked with a snippy tone and a raised eyebrow.

Will scoffed while he sat down in the chair on the other side of a coffee table, "Of course, we go way back." Reclining slightly and splaying his legs in a wide "V," conveying all the power he could possibly muster. Kurt glowered. What he wouldn't give at this point to knock this guy off his obvious self-made pedestal. Will was trying to send a subliminal message that he was the king of roost. However, Kurt doesn't and will never play someone's game.

"Interesting," he replied his own air of superiority, testosterone lying thick between them. "She didn't mention that."

Will made no comment, trying to appear unbothered by Kurt's refusal to back down. "So about the musical," he clears his throat, "I would like for you to play the part of Mark, a man who isn't yet ready to be as old as he is but unable to continue pretending to be younger."

"And you wrote this…musical? Kurt asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice.

If Will noticed it, he didn't show it. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did."

"Including the music?" He's testing him, but Will doesn't catch on.

Just smirks and nods his head, "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you're going to be impressed."

"I already am," Kurt said lowly, watching as the questions fire off behind this pond scum's eyes. "How long would it run in the very least?"

"Three months. If it well, we may be able to extend it to six months…or maybe even a year."

"Hmm, I see." Kurt was cut off as heard the chattering of china on a tray being carried. He turned, and was saw Noah. His head was bowed, his expression one of veiled fear as he makes his way over to Will.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he told mostly Will quickly, "I have your tea, darling."

Kurt's stomach churned at that word, clearly having been forced passed smooth, pouty lips.

Will's eyes held some annoyance that quickly was replaced with thinly cloaked gratefulness. "Thank you, baby, I'm sure Kurt appreciates your thoughtfulness."

Noah set the tray down on the coffee table and began arranging things for his boyfriend. He turned to Kurt but for a brief second, and his heart ached. His once sparkling eyes were dead and lost, and he shivered very lightly when Will put a hand on his lower back. As if a warning.

Kurt had suddenly had enough of the bastard. Decision made, he turned to Will, "I'll do the musical. I want to broaden my horizons, and who knows," he says to Noah's profile, "it may just be what I need."

Noah's eyes shot toward him in shock, a blush forming once again. And Kurt tried to tell him with his own green eyes that he was sorry. That he saw him for the person he was. That he was going to get him away from this man. That he was going to make sure he's as loved and treasured as he deserved to be. He didn't know if Noah understood or not, because Will quickly broke through the stares with his loud voice, "Wonderful! I'll put a call into our lawyers and get a contract set up. Noah, luv, be a dear and go get Mr. Hummel here one of my business cards."

Kurt grumbled, not wanting the boy to go and hating him being bossed around like a trained pet. He was unable to stop the snide remark, "Actually I told him to call me, Kurt; and since you and Sue so far back I'm sure she has your number." Turning to Noah, he says with disguised kindness, "Walk me out? I think I gave you my coat."

Leaving a bemused Will in the living room, the two of them went towards the front door.

"I don't mean to be rude or to correct you, sir, but you didn't give me a coat," Noah says shyly, avoiding eye contact again.

Kurt sighed and whispered as he started to open the door, "I didn't meant to hurt your feelings earlier, Noah; but don't worry, I'm getting you away from him."

And with that Kurt left a shocked Noah standing in the doorway without looking back. He had work to do.

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