Happy New Year's everyone! I know this is a little late but I was way too tired to actually write on New Year's. I realized that I never figured out a time frame for this so for all intents and purposes, this takes place after Sectionals. Finn and Quinn are still together and he's mostly forgiven Puck for screwing his girlfriend. So in case anyone gets confused, the gleeks are preparing for Regionals and Mr. Schuester is having a rehearsal during winter break so that they won't get sloppy. The song is "Violet Hill" from Coldplay's album Viva la Vida. Reviews are love.

Won't You Let Me Know?

Must. Get. Hummel. The only way I will be able to win this war is if I can get under his skin and crack his armor. We had one more Glee rehearsal before the end of the year. With Regionals coming up, Mr. Schue thought it would be a good idea for us to have practice on New Year's Eve and Rachel volunteered to have a "team bonding New Year's bash" at her house.

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After rehearsal, I tried once again to talk to Kurt. I had parked my truck right next to his Navigator. "Hey, Hummel. You gonna be at Rachel's tonight?"

"Of course. I need an excuse to show off my new outfit." Figures.

"Alright then...Would you, maybe, wanna hang out beforehand?" Okay, I admit it. I'm pathetic.

Kurt stared at me for a moment, then blinked slowly, his door open and one foot in the car. "No," and with that, he got into his car, shut the door and drove away.

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Surprisingly Rachel throws pretty alright parties. Matt, Mike and I scored the booze and snuck it in right under Rachel's nose. Immediately, I began my search for Kurt. If I could get him drunk tonight, I may be able to have my way with him. I just had to make sure that I didn't drink too much.

Kurt was sitting at the breakfast bar chatting idly with Mercedes.

"-think that shirt went with those shoes?" They were discussing fashion. Of course. Oh well. What did I expect? The stool next to him was open so I plopped down and started (well, interrupted really) conversation.

"Wanna beer?" The look he gave me was of complete disgust. Damn he was hard to get.

"Beer is vile and cheap. Find me a perfectly aged, dry, Australian merlot, however, and I'll accept." Seriously? Hummel's that freakin' picky?

"Uhm yeah. I'll get right on that." I rolled my eyes. "Beer or nothing. Take your pick."

"Fine. If I take it, will you go away?"

"Maybe, maybe not." He sighed, but accepted my offer. "Walk with me, Hummel."

"I was having a conversation."

"Nah, it's alright. Go ahead, Kurt. I don't mind. Besides, Tina is waving me over," Mercedes chimed in before leaving to go talk to Tina, who was facing the opposite direction.

"Well you heard the girl. Let's go." I grabbed Kurt by the arm and half dragged him into the foyer. Almost everyone was in the living room and couldn't see into the foyer if we sat on the foot of the stairs and I wasn't going to waste such prime real estate.

"What do you want, Puckerman?" Kurt sounded exasperated.

"I just wanted to talk to you." Kurt raised one, perfectly shaped eyebrow in disbelief. "Seriously. I want to get to know you better. It isn't fair for me to go around throwing dudes in dumpsters without knowing what they're about, now is it?" I smirked.

"No, I guess it isn't," Kurt chuckled in reply. "What do you want to know?"

"I don't know. I hadn't thought this far ahead. I'm not that good at small talk. If you hadn't noticed, I'm not really the dating type, more the love 'em and leave 'em. So let's start with this one: what's your New Year's resolution?"

"That's easy. To continue to be far more superior than every single Neanderthal that resides in the precious little town of Lima, Ohio. Yours?" Okay so his superiority complex was worse than I thought, but he pinned me. I had no idea what my resolution was. Maybe I could spin this back onto him.

"Oh well, you know. I kinda want a meaningful relationship. Maybe I'll meet a nice boy..." The sip of beer Kurt had just taken shot out of his mouth and flew probably twenty feet. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed the railing of the stairs to stop myself from falling down them; I was laughing way too hard. The look on his face was a mixture of disgust at his reaction, horror and confusion at what I had said, and intense curiosity. I finally recovered enough to ask him if he was going to be alright. He stammered a bit before giving up and downing the rest of his beer.

"I think I may need more beer if we're going to seriously have this conversation." He got up and walked into the kitchen. He was gone for about three minutes and when he returned, he had an entire six pack in his hand. I downed my beer in seconds only to have him throw another one at me. He pulled on off for himself and sat back down. I was growing slightly uncomfortable from the stare from his icy blue eyes. "So Noah. You said a nice...boy..." He seemed immensely uncomfortable even thinking about me being with a boy.

"Well yeah. I haven't had any luck finding a girl who will actually stay in a relationship with me. I mean, Santana dumped me because of my credit score, for God's sakes. So I thought maybe my soul mate isn't a girl." I must be going crazy. I'm talking to Kurt Hummel straight from the heart. This is getting a little weird but, for some even weirder reason, I really wanted him to know this.

"Uh huh." His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows scrunched together while he judged my sincerity in a way that made me almost burst out laughing. He looked incredibly cute but completely comical, however, if I laughed, he would be hurt and think I was lying. Suddenly he looked over his shoulder into the living room. The house had gone silent while someone switched the playlist on Rachel's ipod. Coldplay blared out of the speakers.

"I love this song." I couldn't stop myself. I set down my beer, grabbed Kurt's and placed it next to mine. Before I knew it, I had his arm in my hand and I was picking him up off the stairs. "Dance with me."

"Uhm I don't-" I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence before I started singing to him.

"I don't want to be a soldier who the captain of some sinking ship would stow far below. Come on Kurt. Sing with me. So if you love me, why'd you led me go?"

"I don't really know this song." I put my arms on his hips and pulled him closer to me.

"Sure you do. I took my love down to Violet Hill. There we sat in the snow. All that time she was silent still." The music stopped.

"I really don't know it. Coldplay isn't my thing."

"TEN! NINE! EIGHT!" The others were screaming in the background. Apparently the ball was dropping.

"So if you love me -" I was so close to him. I had my hands around his waist and my lips were right next to his ear, singing softly. I was finally getting to him.

"Uhm Noah, the music stopped. The ball is dropping. "

"FIVE! FOUR!"

"Won't you let me know? If you love me..." I took a half a step back from him and tightened my grip around his waist. He looked me in the eye, completely unsure of what I was going to do. His eyes were so beautiful in that moment. His lips were slightly parted and looked so red because of the lighting.

"TWO! ONE!"

I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

I heard him gasp and that completely set me over the edge. I leaned back in for another kiss. This time, he responded. He kissed me back, full of passion. I slipped my tongue through his parted lips and he pressed closer into me. There was no way I was gonna give him too much tonight though. I needed to keep him around. I wanted to keep him around. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be better for him.

I pulled back. His hands were on my chest. One of mine was on the small of his back, the other at the base of his neck. I gently placed my forehead on his.


"Won't you let me know? Happy New Year, Kurt."