Late night writing, don't you just love it? Haha I know that I started this and didn't post anything for a while but I wasn't sure how to keep the story going. But after reading some stories and also watch some shows, not Glee particularly, I realized that I had so many ideas. This story is going to move slow at first so bare with me because once it is peaking its going to be really good! If any of you readers are into Pretty Little Liars, this story will have the same sort of slow reveal type of thing. Like right now I'm making hints at things but you won't know the full story until you absolutely need too. I know, I'm a tease. Kay so I have babbled enough! Thanks for reading!

Chapter Two: Dreamt It

"What brings you to New York, Puckerman?" Kurt asked turning on his heel and continuing up the stairs to his room. He knew all too well that the Jewish boy, or man rather, would follow him. Certainly enough as Kurt entered his room to pick out an outfit the boy walked in and casually leaned against the door frame.

"Do you think that I would honestly give up the opportunity to come to a party celebrating the Kurt Hummel?" He said mockingly.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he went to his closet and began trying to formulate something decent for the theme of the party. He would normally be frustrated that he was given such short notice to get ready for a party of this caliber, but his joy trumped any other feelings.

As he slid hangers back and forth in his closet he tried to remain as calm as possible while dealing with the man in his doorway. "Well you have certainly been more than willing to flake on other Hummel related activities so I wouldn't have been upset if you skipped this one as well."

He could hear the smirk that appeared on the man's face. The smirk that was once infectious and appealing to Kurt was now annoying on many levels. "Princess, when have I ever skipped a Hummel event?"

Kurt pulled down a black dress shirt and black pants and turned to place them on the bed. He looked up at his high school classmate and grinned vindictively. "Oh, silly me! I must have imagined an incident that happened, or I guess I should say didn't happen three years ago. I think it involved you, me, and a trip to Italy? Maybe I'm just recalling a dream." The grin faded and a look of pure hatred overcame the porcelain skinned boy.

Noah chuckled and pushed himself off the doorframe and entered the room fully. He set the champagne flute in his hand on one of Kurt's dressers. He looked at Kurt for permission to set it there first knowing how picky the boy was about his belongings. "If I remember correctly, I believe this trip you are referring to was spur of the moment and wasn't a for sure thing."

"Really?" Kurt snapped. "Because I'm pretty sure you were sure about going with me when you have your tongue down my throat."

"You said all that didn't matter." Noah said knowingly. "You said that just because we were 'exploring our feelings' didn't mean we had to run off together." He repeated Kurt's words as though he had memorized them and recited them daily.

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah and that didn't stop you from asking me to tell you that I loved you."

"It didn't stop you from saying that you did either." Noah threw back defensively.

The two men stood on opposite sides of Kurt's room staring at each other. Kurt had his arms crossed over his chest with his guard clearly up. Anyone who knew Kurt was able to tell that the ice bitch glare he had made famous in high school was currently worn on his face. Noah on the other had was comfortable, leaning against the black desk Kurt had against the far wall with his hands on either side of him on the desktop. He had one foot over the other and if Kurt wasn't currently mentally stabbing him with daggers, he would have to admit the man looked good.

The three years Kurt hadn't seen him had obviously done Noah good. He finally cut the ridiculous mohawk and was now sporting a fresh buzzed cut look. His face had defined with age but remained chiseled. His jaw, which Kurt had kissed plenty of times, was covered in light stubble that gave him a very mature look. He was wearing a metallic navy suit with the jacket unbuttoned to reveal the black button up shirt that was tucked into his pants. The first three buttons of the shirt were undone and gave the man a modelesque look that would be appropriate for the cover of GQ.

"So you're still mad about Italy then huh?" Noah said. He stated it as a question, but it was obvious that he knew the answer.

"I don't know Puck—" Kurt started.

"Don't call me Puck." Noah cut him off. "You haven't called me that in years and you don't get to start doing it again now."

"Well Puck like you said, it's been years. Years without a call or a text or so much as a fucking email." Kurt growled as his anger rose.

The Jewish man laughed at the way Kurt was acting.

"So I'm a joke now too Puck?" Kurt asked uncrossing his arms and walking back to his closet looking for a jacket and accessories for his outfit.

"No of course not. But what is funny to me is that you're so grown now that you cuss so naturally." Noah said and then reached to take a sip of his drink.

Kurt once again scoffed. He looked at the rings he was holding in his hand trying to decide which to wear. "Well a lot has changed."

There was a moment that passed where neither man spoke or made any noticeable movement. Kurt finally picked out the rest of his outfit and turned around to begin getting dressed. He had already been up here for long enough and he knew that Santana would come upstairs soon enough demanding that he hurried.

"I need to get dressed." He said softly hinting for the other man to leave.

Noah stood and simply turned around. Kurt grunted but accepted that this was the best he was going to get. He quickly changed out of his casual clothes into his dress pants and shirt. "You can turn around now." He murmured. As he continued to dress Noah watched his and Kurt felt as if his eyes were burning a hole into his soul.

"What is it that you want exactly Puckerman?" Kurt finally spoke, feeling uncomfortable.

Noah stood and stood next to Kurt. Kurt stopped fiddling with his shirt and stood to his full height in front of the man. Kurt had always been shorter than Noah and he obviously would always be, but for some reason he felt smaller than ever in this moment.

Noah reached down and tucked a flyaway strand of Kurt's relatively short hair back into place. He let his hand rest behind Kurt's head and Kurt leaned into the touch. Noah stepped an inch closer and Kurt wanted to step away but the hold on his head didn't allow it.

Kurt could feel his breath on his face and he was instantly brought back to all the memories he had blocked out for years.

"I've missed you." Noah whispered.

Kurt pushed him away instantly and turned around. He felt so much emotion rising in him and it was overwhelming.

"You need to leave." Kurt said. He placed his hands behind his head as he paced back and forth. Noah stood a good distance away from Kurt, but it was still too close for his taste.

"Kurt," Noah said.

"No!" Kurt said losing his cool. "I can't see you right now. I can't be near you. And I know damn sure that I can't hear you talk to me as if you care. You clearly didn't care three years ago and there is no way that you care now!"

Noah sighed. "Kurt,"

"You left me sitting in an airport waiting for you for hours!" Kurt exclaimed. Pent up tears he hadn't allowed himself to cry filling his eyes. "You made me tell you that I loved you and then you let me think that you felt the same way. You let me believe that you were going to love me like no one else ever had and that you would be there for me! You played me for a fool!"

"That isn't what happened Kurt!" Noah said stepping forward trying to take the boy's hand.

Kurt rejected the attempt and walked around the boy to the other side of the room. He looked up into the man's eyes and showed he was serious. "Puck I can't allow you to come here three years later trying to explain to me what did or did not happen. It's been three damn years. I have gotten over…this!" He said waving between the two.

"Kurt I didn't leave you!" Noah said begging for Kurt to hear him out.

Kurt raised both of his hands and shrugged. "I don't care Puck." Noah looked pained by the response. "I sat at the airport waiting for you. I called you and you didn't answer. Then I searched all around Lima for you the next day and you were nowhere to be found and you wouldn't return my calls." Noah opened his mouth to interrupt. "AND THEN," Kurt said not allowing him to speak. "I come back to New York and I don't hear from you at all. It's been three years Puck! You honestly think I want to hear an explanation now?"

Noah nodded and then went and picked up his glass. He walked to the doorway and then stopped. He looked over his shoulder at the boy who was wiping his eyes and fixing his outfit.

"You look really nice Kurt. And even if it doesn't mean anything, I did miss you." He said softly. Without saying anything else he left the room.

Kurt let out a heavy exhale. He walked to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Piles of letters filled the draw and Kurt sighed looking at them all. He had meant to burn each and every one, but he never found the heart to do it.

"Kurt!" Santana's voice rang from down the hallway. "Take years why don't you! By the time you get ready my grandchild will be graduating from college! Let's go!"

Kurt sniffled and whipped his eyes one last time. He closed the draw and then went and put on the grey jacket he had chosen.

A/N: All mistakes are my own, I have no beta. Review and tell me what you think so far.