A/N Last chapter guys. I apologize for the shortness of this fic. I was hoping for atleast 15,000 words, but this is the way it played out. The only thing I had planned was the ending. I hope you enjoyed! (I will be posting another chapter so I can expand on somethings. Like... An epilogue/authors note thing.)
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The second floor stair well was empty. The only sound was the echoing laughter throughout the halls. Puck and Kurt sat side by side, joking around with impressions and good hearted insults.
Kurt wiped his tears that had came with the laughter away from the corners of his eyes. He let out a breath of air and leaned back on his elbows, not caring at all that his shirt could very well get dirty. "Today has been a very good day." He whispered with mirth.
With a glance at his watch, Puck shook his head. " 'S not today anymore. It's tomorrow." He noted.
"I see." Kurt smiled. He stood up and brushed the dirt from his trousers. "I should probably retire to my quarters."
Puck stood up as well, a bit too quiet for the lightness of the situation. He stepped closer to Kurt and placed a hand lightly on his hip. Kurt glanced down at his hand before looking up at Puck's face.
"Noah... What are we doing?" The blue eyed brunette asked, almost breathlessly.
"I think you should know by now, Mr. Hummel..." The taller man whispered huskily. When Kurt's eyes fluttered closed he took it as his chance and leaned in closer. He didn't notice when Kurt's eyes snapped open and when his lips landed on a surface he was slightly disappointed to find it was the man's cheek. Kurt had turned away from what should've been an amazing kiss.
Pushing his hands against Puck's chest, Kurt took the first step up the stairs. He took the first back to where he needed to be. "Noah... I... You... You're amazing..." Kurt stuttered out, fumbling with the hem of his once neat shirt. "But... we're not supposed to be doing this. I need to be safe. This isn't... You're not..."
"I get it." Puck frowned. "I'm not rich. I'm not successful. I'm just 'a mere third classer', remember? Come on, Kurt. Say it. It's 'cause that guy has money and shit and I don't." He didn't wait for an answer before turning and walking down the steps in the opposite direction of Kurt.
Kurt let him go.
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The next morning Kurt sat in front of the vanity in his room rubbing a cream on his face while William was sitting beyond him on Kurt's bed. Rachel, for once, was not around which Kurt was relieved about. He really wasn't in the mood for her antics.
"Is there anything you have planned for today? Maybe we could spend some time together..." Kurt offered tentatively, capping his cream and pivoting in his chair to face Will.
William shrugged, something he rarely did. "Probably. Besides, don't you have plans with Puck? ... Or is it 'Noah' to you since you're so close?" He accentuated his accusation with a glare.
"No," Kurt frowned. "No I do not. And I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't use that tone with me."
"Rachel told me that you were with him last night, Kurt." The red haired man growled, standing up, stalking towards the young man who was frozen in his chair. "And you know what? I wasn't even that upset."
"What do... What do you mean?"
William leaned closer. "I mean I don't think we're right for eachother."
Standing up as well, Kurt shook his head. "No... William, darling, you're not thinking of leaving me... are you?" The brunette stepped closer, grabbing whom he hoped was still his fiance's arm. "Please, there must be something we can do... I can do to fix this. There's nothing between me and Noah Puckerman. It lasted but a day, what we have, it's-" Kurt knew he was spouting nonsense. He truly did feel that there was something special between Noah and he. He just knew if he pursued it he could very well be giving up being comfortable... Being safe.
"You and I both know that what we have doesn't go beyond mere friendship. Kurt, you haven't even allowed me to kiss your lips. Maybe we should end our engagement." The older man lightly tugged his arm away.
"No! No, William. Please. Give me another chance. Tonight we'll go to dinner. Just us, okay? We'll... I'll do whatever you want, darling. Please." Kurt pleaded.
With a sigh, Will nodded. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I suppose a dinner would be alright. Tonight at 8."
Kurt smiled with relief. "Yes. Tonight at 8, then. I'll be sure to make myself presentable"
Will smiled as well, leaning in to place a kiss on Kurt's forehead. "You're always presentable, my dear. I'll see you tonight." He pivoted on his heel and walked out the door.
With a dreary moan, Kurt allowed himself to fall to his bed. He agreed with what Will had to say. What they had really wasn't anything more than a friendship, maybe even less. They were teacher and student. Even though Kurt hadn't known Noah for even a week, he knew he had fallen for the man.
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At the same time Puck was laying on his own bed, staring up at the bottom of Finn's bunk. He hadn't moved from that spot since he'd rolled himself there hours before. He'd told Finn, who had given him his sympathy, but really didn't have any comforting advice, which Puck hadn't expected.
Puck should've known better, he told himself. Kurt was pampered, he needed to be pampered. Puck wouldn't be able to do that for him... But God, did he want to.
He wanted to keep that smile on Kurt's face. (Even though he'd already failed at doing so.) He wanted to create more music with him... He wanted to love Kurt and be loved in return.
It would never work, though. Because Puck was just a "Mere Third Classer".
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Kurt had just finished getting ready and, even though he knew he was a bit early, he nervously made his way to William's room. Okay, so he was a lot early. It was barely five in the evening, but Kurt needed all the reassurance that he could get. He needed to tell himself he was making the right decision. He just couldn't wait.
He adjusted his collar nervously before sliding the key William had given him the first day on the ship into it's slot. He looked around the main sitting room curiously. It was completely empty and Kurt had assumed that red headed maid would be shuffling around. Kurt stepped in further and quietly shut the door, unsure whether he should call out or not, thinking maybe his fiance was sleeping in the bedroom.
His suspicions were disregarded when he heard voices coming from the bedroom. Giggling and breathy whispers. Kurt bit his lip. No. William wouldn't... Would he...?
With a shaking hand, Kurt grasped the doorknob to the bedroom and slowly turned and pushed.
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"Noah."
With a start, Puck turned around. There stood the object of his affections, looking as if he was going to flee at any moment. "Kurt... What are you doing here?"
The bow of the ship was deserted, which was quite odd given the gorgeous view of the setting sun. Puck did his best to contain his smile as he stepped down from his perch on the railing.
Kurt shrugged. "I'm going to America."
Puck rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean." He grumbled, stepping closer to the shorter man.
"Mercedes said you'd be out here... I've uh... I've decided that... I'd rather have happiness... I'd rather William have happiness as well..." Kurt kept his eyes fixed on the tips of his expensive leather shoes.
"What do you mean? Schue isn't happy with you or something?"
The brunette nodded. "I think he's in love with his maid, of all people. I saw them together today." He shook his head frantically at the look on Puck's face. "Nonono, it's not like that. He was... helping her clean... They just looked so relaxed. So happy." Kurt stepped closer. "I want that, Noah."
"Me too." Puck answered, without missing a beat. His heart soared at the look of bliss on Kurt's face. "I'd... like to kiss you now..." He mumbled, not wanting to get denied like the previous night.
Kurt looked terrified, his face flushing. "I've... never done this before... I don't know how..."
With a crooked smile, Puck leaned in and gently placed his lips on Kurt's.
Every kiss Puck had ever had before was completely forgotten when his lips touched Kurt's. Almost every kiss he'd experienced before had been rushed and way too hard. Kissing a man... Kissing Kurt was incredible. He was able to take it slow, and though he'd never admit it, Puck did his best to imagine it as his first kiss as well, carefully leading Kurt through the experience.
By the time their lips broke apart, their fingers were entwined, pressed snugly between their chests. Neither man made a move to back away from the other, they did their best to stay as close to the other as possible.
Unsure of what to say, they both just smiled at eachother.
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"I wrote something for you."
"Oh?" Kurt looked up from where he was brushing his hair in the mirror in his sitting room, intrigued. "I'd love to read it." He placed his brush down on the desk and eagerly went over to where Puck was sitting on the love seat.
Puck scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. "I actually... kinda wrote it for you to sing..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two wrinkled and folded napkins before handing them to Kurt who unfolded them gingerly. "I was hoping we could play music together... again..."
Kurt read through the lyrics and had to sit down by the second verse. The words were unbearably touching and deep. He bit his lip, trying to choke back a sob as tears threatened to spill. Noah had written it... for him? His hands trembled as he looked at the man. "Noah..." His voice cracked. "I'd love to..." Kurt frowned slightly and looked around the room. "You um... you don't have your guitar..."
Puck gestured towards the piano. "I'm not as good with it, but it will suffice for now."
Scrubbing at his eyes, Kurt nodded. "Right then. Shall you walk me through it?"
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After much bashful protesting on Puck's part, Kurt had managed to safely tuck the lyrics of their song into the safe in his room. They had worked on it for hours, stopping only occasionally to take a drink or to exchange slow and sweet kisses. Kurt was convinced with both of their talents combined that they would make it together. Puck couldn't help but agree.
As they were about to leave Kurt's walk in closet where the safe was, they heard a voice calling out Kurt's name.
"It's Rachel!" Kurt hissed, pushing Puck into a rack of coats. "She can't know I'm with you. If she told anyone that Will and I's engagement has ended it'd cause an uproar between our families. Just... wait here." He rushed out of the closet, making sure to close the door after him.
"Uh... Good evening Miss Berry." Kurt stuttered, coming up behind the girl who jumped a bit.
"Kurt! You scared me!" Rachel breathed a sigh of relief and placed a hand to her beating heart.
Kurt faked a smile and bowed his head. "My apologies. If I may ask, how did you get in my quarters?"
The girl glanced over her shoulder at the door. "I saw that it was cracked. I assumed you must have failed to shut it all the way. You must be careful of that, Kurt. You wouldn't want any unwelcome intruders."
Kurt bit back the insult that was just dying to come out as he inwardly cursed Puck (who had followed him in) for not closing the door all the way. "Well, thank you very much. I appreciate it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be turning in early tonight."
"Didn't you and William have a prior engagement tonight?"
"Yes, well, uh... I became ill... So I retired early..."
Rachel blinked as she headed towards the door. "William said the same thing..."
Once he was sure the girl was all the way out, Kurt ran to the closet and jumped on Puck. "You nit-wit!" Kurt laughed, clinging to the man. "You forgot to shut the door!"
"Now now, Mr. Hummel. I did no such thing." Puck grinned, holding onto Kurt just as tight. "How come you've never been polite and proper like that with me?"
"Because it would make me ill. Now, come on. There's something I wanna show you that's in the storage cabin." Kurt happily latched onto Puck's hand and tugged him out of the closet.
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The automobile was a model Puck had never seen before. Kurt had opened the hood proudly, boasting that he and his father had rebuilt it from scraps and that it was Kurt's to keep. Puck had no idea what Kurt was going on about, but he was proud of the young man for whatever he had done. It looked nice, good and shiny. That was basically all Puck knew.
Kurt was still slightly out of breath when he opened the back door of the car and slid onto the bench seat. They hadn't realized that the workers in the engine room would chase after them until Puck and Kurt were able to duck away into the storage room and hide. They had held hands and laughed the entire time. He smiled lazily at Puck when he climbed in next to him and closed the door.
Puck studied Kurt for a moment, making sure to take in every exposed inch of the blue eyed man. "... You're gorgeous."
His face flushed, Kurt turned so he was fully facing Puck. "I think I'd like to... you know..." He reached up with trembling hands and unbuttoned the first of many buttons on his shirt.
Puck's eyes widened and he gulped. "A-Are you sure? We can-" He was shushed when Kurt leaned and and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "...wait..." He finished in a whisper when Kurt pulled away. The younger man continued to work on ridding of his shirt and Puck didn't need anymore reassurance.
The kisses were no longer sweet and gentle but were rushed and desperate and yet still as passionate. Their hands desperately tried to keep steady as they unbuttoned their own shirts. Kurt's was the first to slide off of his shoulders, and Puck's soon followed, forgotten at the floor of the car.
Kurt watched nervously as Puck awkwardly shimmied out of his trousers and undergarments. Kurt bit his lip. The man was definitely well endowed, and he wasn't even fully aroused yet. His breath hitched when Puck reached for the waistband of his pants. He had never been fully exposed to anyone before, he'd never done anything like this before. He wasn't a woman. Would Noah be dissapointed? Would he be disgusted? Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he lifted his hips and allowed Puck to slide his own trousers off.
When Puck made no sound or movement, Kurt timidly opened one eye and looked at him. Puck was entranced and Kurt was slightly relieved to see him looking almost as nervous as he was. "Kurt... I... I love you..."
Kurt let out a soft cry and threw his arms around the man. "I love you so much, Noah..."
The larger man made sure to gently lay his soon to be lover on the seat of the car. Their lips slid together as Kurt opened his exposed legs so Puck could nestle himself comfortably between them. Both of them knew there would be no penetration, as neither had any kind of lotion or lubricant. They broke apart and Kurt took Puck's much larger hand in his own and started placing gentle, open mouthed kisses on his palm. Puck bit back a moan as Kurt started using his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure down to his loins.
When Kurt was sure Puck's hand was glistening wet, he guided their hands down to their erections and cried out, throwing his head back, when they made contact with eachother. Kurt had been a good boy all of his life, only submitting himself to his own selfish desires and touching himself once at the tender age of 12. The feeling of Puck's hand wrapped tightly around both... pumping them together... it was incredible.
Their cries of pleasure were muffled as they desperately kissed, their bodies moving at a rushed pace, unsteadily trying to get closer to eachother.
Kurt was the first to let go, throwing his head back with a loud moan in his very first orgasm. His hand slammed against the fogged up window of his car, leaving a messy streak. Puck faltered only a moment, feeling the warm splash of semen land on his hand, but it only resulted in turning him on more, seeing his beloved in such pleasure. He picked up the pace of his strokes, feeling the need for release, his eyes tightly closed.
Puck's eyes opened when he felt a soft, warm hand join his own. Kurt was looking down at their joined hands in concentration and devotion. It was all Puck needed and he let himself release all over their hands and stomachs. He rode out the spasms before collapsing on top of his lover.
"I love you..."
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Puck and Kurt had been up on the deck near the bow of the ship when it happened. The sound was loud and shrill, the force was strong, causing Kurt to stumble deeper into Puck's arms. The iceberg was enormous and it towered over the Titanic, an ominous sign of what was to come. The collision lasted about 10 seconds, sending chunks of ice onto the deck which the lovers were forced to narrowly dodge.
There was silence as the ship continued on. Puck and Kurt looked over the edge, shocked and slightly nervous. The ship had been hit fairly hard. What if water was able to get in? Kurt unconsciously moved closer to Puck, an uneasy feeling settling in both of their guts.
There wasn't anyone out on the deck, it was a frigid night, so it was understandable. Puck grabbed onto Kurt's hand and tugged him towards the double doors that led inside where there was sure to be people and answers.
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The gasps and cries echoed through the ballroom where Kurt and Puck stood, their hands clasped tightly together, as a deck hand announced that the Titanic would sink. It wasn't the best decision on the deck hand's part to bluntly come out with it. The mass of bodies struggling to get either outside, to their quarters to gather their belongings, or find their loved ones was massive. The man was screaming over the voices, desperately trying to tell them to stay orderly and that first class women and children would be the first on the life boats.
Kurt looked up to Puck for reassurance which didn't recieve with the look of terror washed over the man's features. Kurt bit his lip and tightened his grip on Puck's hand. Life was just never easy, was it?
"I... I have to find Finn." Puck murmured, clearing his throat.
Kurt nodded. "Yes... And..." His voice trembled more than he would've liked it to. "And William, and Rachel, and Mercedes..."
Puck wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders. "We'll find them..."
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Mercedes was with her family in the sea of people out on the deck, her hand clasped tightly in her father's grasp when Kurt and Puck found them. She immediately engulfed them both in an embrace. "You guys, come with us..." She pleaded, casting a quick glance at her impatient family as they were pushed and shoved. "My father... He uh... He took precautionary methods before we embarked... We have a secured lifeboat..."
"Mercedes, come on!" Her father cried, keeping his hold on her hand. Her brother was making sure her mother wouldn't faint.
Kurt looked around him at the swarm of terrified people, seeking out any familiar faces. "We... We can't..."
Puck nodded in agreement. "There's still people we have to make sure are safe..."
"Mercedes!" The girl teared up as she was dragged away, this time by her father and brother. "I love both of you!" She sobbed as she stumbled backwards. "I'll see you on land, okay?"
Kurt's shoulders shook and he buried his face in Puck's chest. He was just so scared, and he was unable to watch as his possible one chance for survival was whisked away... He just couldn't bring himself to take seats from people who really needed them... His eyes widened in realization and he shoved Puck in the direction of where Mercedes had gone.
"Kurt? Wha-"
"Go with her, Noah!" Kurt sobbed, scrubbing at his eyes. "I'll find Mr. Hudson for you! Just please... Please get off of the ship... I don't want you..." He choked. "I don't want you to die... please... Please, Noah..."
Puck felt tears of his own springing to his eyes and he tightly embraced his beloved, despite the rushing people on either side of them. "I'm never leaving you, Kurt... Never." He pressed his lips to the crown of Kurt's head.
"PUCK!"
The pair looked up to see a panting Finn push his way through the crowd. They were surprised to see him cradling a crying Rachel in his arms. "Mis-... Rachel?" Kurt reached up and brushed the girl's hair from her teary eyes. She only cried harder, partially in relief when she saw Kurt's face. "What happened?" He wondered.
"I..." She sniffed. "I got pushed down and twisted my-my ankle..."
"Luckily I got to her before she could get trampled." Finn explained, holding the shivering girl closer to his chest. He scanned the side of the ship, the lifeboats were being filled rapidly. "Is... Can we get on one of the boats?"
"Rachel," Kurt grabbed Rachel's face and forced her to look at him. "You remember Mercedes, right? Go down this way," He pointed in front of them, making sure Finn could see as well. "Tell her I sent you. She'll have seats on their boat for you, alright?"
Rachel whimpered, shaking her head. "Kurt... No... You have to come too... Don't... don't leave me alone..."
Puck smiled reassuringly. "Finn's a good guy. He'll take care of you. Me and Kurt will get on the next boat, right?"
Kurt swallowed his tears away. "R-Right. That boat? It's uh... it's dirty." He smiled shakily. "I found a cleaner one... J-just over... over there, okay?" He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You'd better get going..."
"I'm sorry, Kurt." Rachel sobbed as Finn and Puck exchanged heartfelt looks, possibly saying goodbye to eachother. "For everything... You've... You've always been my best friend..."
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It was too much. The noise. The bodies. The cold. Puck wasn't sure how much more he'd be able to handle. The ship was well on it's way down. The boats were almost all gone. There were still thousands of people rushing around, even more frantic than ever.
They hadn't found Will nor the maid he'd been infatuated with. They had a brief run-in with Sue Slyvester who had assured them they had made it out on an earlier life boat. Puck and Kurt desperately hoped for their safe return to land.
... They were unsure of their own.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Kurt turned from looking out at the dark sea to Puck, their faces illuminated by the flares that were being shot off. "Noah... I can't swim..." He whimpered, his shoulders shaking.
Puck gulped, surveying the area. Their options were slim. He was growing weary. "Kurt... I'm leaving our decision up to you."
"I'm..." Kurt's voice cracked. "I'm tired..." His eyes landed on the door, leading inside.
The taller man's eyes widened briefly before he understood what Kurt meant and where he was meaning to look. "Then..." He swallowed nervously. "Perhaps we should retire for the night?" He asked shakily.
"Yes..." Kurt whispered, and the two, as if the massive ship wasn't sinking and the chaos wasn't insane, ushered themselves through the doors inside.
Despite their calm exteriors, they were screaming in terror in defeat internally.
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The frigid water sloshed as Kurt made his way to his bed from his closet. Puck was already laying down, waiting patiently for him. The water was rising rapidly, making Kurt quickly adjust himself on the bed in the cold man's arms.
Kurt smoothed the two napkins out carefully on the bedspread before burying himself into Puck's embrace.
"This is-isn't... th-the end... Y-You know..." Puck breathed out, his teeth chattering at a rapid pace. The water was only a foot away from engulfing them.
"Oh y-yeah?"
"Mm-hmmm. We-We'll always... be toge-together Kurt..."
Kurt sobbed. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He wasn't afraid of dying, no. But the thought of never being able to experience a life with Noah was terrifying.
"Wi-Will... you sing fo-for me?" Puck asked, clenching Kurt's hand in his own.
"I.. I don't know... if if I can..."
"Please, Kurt..." Puck whispered. The water was up to the bed now. They watched with anguish as the napkins floated off.
Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath. He knew the words by heart now, he could do this.
"You're here, there's nothing I fear...
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way...
You are safe in my heart and,
My heart will go on and on..."
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Fin.
