A/N I'm very impressed with the number of review's I've had 17 reviews for chapter one, when I asked for 25 I really never expected to get even 5 so thank you, chapter three is being worked on. I hope you like this one.

Chapter Two

When Kurt woke the next morning it was to a baby crying softly. "Hey there Little Man, I guess you need to be changed and fed, hum?" Kurt cooed.

Kurt looked over at Noah, he was laying on his front fast asleep. "How do you think he sleeps through all the noise? How am I meant to get up?" He asked the baby who was now quiet and watching him.

"Noah?" Kurt called tentatively. Puck didn't stir. "Wonderful, he sleeps like the dead. Okay, Little Man, the plan is, I'm going to climb over him and go get your bag from the kitchen, then we'll get you changed. Try not to wake Uncle Noah okay. Lady gaga knows he'd probably kill me for touching him."

Kurt very slowly climbed over the bed and over Puck's sleeping form, just as Kurt was straddling him, Puck turned so his ass brushed Kurt's crotch.

Kurt bit his lip and virtually leapt the remaining distance off the bed.

"Right, Little Man, be good." Kurt fled from the room.

When he was gone, Puck sat up fully awake. "He doesn't even remember me asking him out, Little Man. Well, that's fine; he said yes, means he wants me. So I'll just have to convince him how I feel. God it took such a long time for me to work up the guts to ask him out in the first place."

The baby had started to cry in earnest now. Puck hastily picked him up and stood. "Hey now what's wrong, Little Man?"

Kurt came rushing back into the room holding a bottle. "What's wrong," he asked in panic, stroking the baby's head.

"I guess he thought it was time to get up," Puck grinned, his eyes raking over Kurt's almost naked body. "You've been working out, Kurt."

Kurt jumped, realising how close he was to an equally naked Puck.

The boxers Puck was warring did nothing to hide the prominent erection he was sporting. Kurt pushed the bottle into Puck's free hand. "I'll get you some of my dad's clothes," he stammered as he ran back out of the room.

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Half an hour later Puck was sitting in the kitchen wearing jeans and a shirt of Kurt's father watching as Kurt made eggs and bacon. Kurt was dressed in jeans, too, only his were skin tight, and he wore a black casual shirt, that probably cost more than all of Puck's clothes put together.

While they took turns to eat so one could hold the baby, Puck looked thoughtfully at the child in question. "What are we going to call him? He needs a name."

"There was no name left with him, just Finn," Kurt told him.

"Well it could be his name too. He looks a lot like Finn, grown up Finn, uh Finn Sr."

Kurt giggled, then blushed. "Finn it is, or Junior."

"So what do you want to do today?" Puck asked.

"We need to get things for Little... Finn."

"Shopping then? Ok, I have some cash; I was saving up for a place of my own. We can use that," Puck offered.

"Your sweet, I have money put aside for my own place too. We'll manage."

"You want your own place?" Puck asked surprised, Kurt seemed to have things pretty sweet from where he stood.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Of course I do, can you imagine trying to bring a boy back here? My dad would camp in my room with his shot gun."

Puck laughed, making Little Finn laugh too.

The phone rang just as they finished getting Little Finn dressed.

Kurt answered it expecting it to be his father but it wasn't.

Puck hovered nearby with Little Finn.

"Hello... Hello, Mr Harris, sir, oh is it now? What kind of noise, is it loud?... Don't worry, I'll soon have it purring again... Alright, Mr Harris, we'll be with you as soon as we can... Yes, we, I'll explain as soon as we get there."

Kurt hung up the phone and grinned at Puck. "Looks like I'll be able to make us some money on the way. Come on, Dad's got a car seat in the garage for when he has to give lifts to people with babies."

Puck watched the diva go slack jawed. That phone call couldn't have been, Kurt couldn't be... Surely not.

A/N I don't know if you noticed but this story is hinting at a cross over, but right now I'm fighting it.

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