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Again, the italics are memories.

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"Still with Blake?" Noah pushed the mug back toward Kurt, appreciating the way the soprano's long fingers curled around the handle. Kurt let out a little snort.

"Blaine broke up with me in 12th grade, Noah."

"Sorry." His face was sympathetic.

Like he didn't remember.

Kurt's face was pressed into Puck's neck. His tears, warm and salty, were slipping down Puck's skin and into his cotton tee shirt. He'd been crying for at least an hour now (Puck was keeping time on the clock above Kurt's perfectly styled head).

"Kurt." He wrapped his arms loosely around the boy for the first time. He liked the way Kurt fit comfortably into his side, how perfectly natural everything felt.

"H-he just l-left me-e at the t-theater...I d-don't know what I d-did w-wrong." Kurt sobbed. Puck could feel his lips moving against his skin as the smaller boy struggled to speak. Puck tightened his grip.

"Kurt. Listen, alright?" He wasn't good at this comforting stuff. He cleared his throat and carefully tapped Kurt's chin upward. "Dude, he's got to be some really messed up guy if he let you get away. You're like, totally hot. And your voice is killer. If he doesn't appreciate you, he isn't worth your time. Okay?"

The side of Kurt's mouth ticked up into a knowing smile, but he merely sipped at his tea.

Noah shifted in his seat. Talking to Kurt used to be so easy. Now, all he wanted to do was ask him, in very plain words, why he'd left Noah alone and in love. He shook his head. It was better to avoid conflict.

"How long are you staying?"

Kurt cocked his head to the side, as if considering the question. Noah watched his eyelashes flutter slightly as the wheels in his brain turned ceremoniously. "A week or so. I have to get back."

Noah let his hands fall into his lap. "Have someone waiting for you?"

"No." Kurt's little smile grew, making Noah's heart flip flop. He tapped the side of his mug lightly with his index finger. "Unless you consider my computer and an enormous amount of work 'someone'."

It was Noah's turn to grin. "I don't. Usually."

Kurt's blue eyes crinkled at the sides as he smiled. Noah had only made him smile that wide once before, and it was after they watched three hours of Project Runway re-runs.

The soprano climbed to his feet, and for two terrible seconds, Noah thought he was going to leave.

But he moved towards the living room, a small room with a tiny couch and a few book shelves. Noah followed him after a moment of hesitation, snagging a tee shirt off the loveseat as he went.

He couldn't help but feel like the living room was so much more comfortable with Kurt running his finger down the spines of old books, with his fancy shoes making that clicking noise on the floor, with his blue eyes scanning the walls.

He couldn't help but feel like his apartment was incomplete without Kurt strutting around in it.

Noah watched as he plucked a mini disco ball off the fireplace mantel and held it up to the light.

"Is this-?"

"-the disco ball from your locker?" He blushed. He hadn't even realized he still had that. Kurt's eyes were curious. "I stole it. Sophomore year."

Kurt let out a tinkling laugh that made Noah's heart jump into his throat. "Well, I'm taking it back now."

"No way!" He forced affection out of his voice and replaced it with indignation. "It took me forever to figure out your combination! I worked hard for that thing." He took a few steps toward Kurt, raising his eyebrows warningly.

"Yes, well, I spent exactly four hours looking for it. I deserve to have it back." Kurt snapped back, his smile still brightly set on his face. Noah reached for it, attempting to snatch it out of Kurt's small hand, but the soprano caught him the forearm and tugged.

Hard.

So hard, in fact, that Noah was pulled flush against Kurt's small body.

The disco ball bounced out of their hands and under the couch, forgotten.

Noah stared at Kurt's slightly parted lips and tried to remember how they felt against his skin.

A moment later, he found out.

Kurt's lips pressed into the soft place where his neck met his shoulder, teeth barely scraping over the skin. Noah froze.

Kurt lifted his head, eyes meeting Noah's, and Noah wished on every star in the sky that the smaller man would kiss him.

His full lips were so close that Noah could feel his breath ghosting over his mouth, he could feel the heat radiating from them. Their noses were touching.

Yet, Kurt never closed that tiny gap.

Noah's insides melted. His knees felt like they were going to give out.

He just hoped it wasn't visible.

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