Title: Principal Things
Rating: NC-17/M
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble
Character Pairing: Puckurt
Summary: AU – Noah Puckerman is a nobleman's son, about to make his big debut to a group of other wealthy noblemen interested in making him their partner – as he has all the marking of being a fine breeder. Noah, however, has dreams of passion and desire; and is not looking forward to being married off to the one his father deems suitable, even if he does understand his duty as a carrier male. Kurt Hummel has been watching Noah since he was a boy, and is very determined to make him his mate before it is too late.
Word Count: 2,501
Genre: Slash, Romance/Angst, Supernatural
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or anybody associated with it.
Warnings: vampire!Kurt, bottom!Puck, supernatural, sex, blood, carrier-pregnancy-gene!Puck, virgin!Puck, first time, drama, verbal and emotional abuse, minor character death, OOC
Author's Notes: Is noone interested in this anymore? I'm sad to say I didn't get any reviews on the last chapter. :( Well hopefully this will pique everyone's interest again.

Chapter 3~The Stranger's Bid

Noah was sat on a stool, letting Rachel fix his hair the way his mother requested. Neither one of them had spoken a word to the other since getting back from Brittany's tailor shop. Noah because he couldn't bear whatever sorrow would probably spill out of his mouth and Rachel because she wasn't sure how to help him anymore. So they stayed in silence and listened to the sounds of the brush passing through his hair and bands tying off the braid.

For a strange reason, Noah felt as if he were being prepared for his funeral rather than his pre-coming out party.

He would arrive on the arm of his father. His mother and sister would be behind them, the guests would all be waiting for his father to announce his presence. From there, his father would be at their table, writing the offers for his hand in his notebook and asking for the history of the few travelers he didn't know, and Noah would be required to dance with the male patrons interested.

He needed to behave like the model partner, silent unless spoken to. His manners had to be impeccable, and his face had to show not a trace of dislike for the goings on. Noah would rather die, but he had a commitment to uphold. He couldn't let his mother and sister suffer for his selfishness.

Even if it was entirely unfair.

Rachel finished the braid, and set it on his shoulder delicately. She had put a royal purple bow at the end of it to add a bit of flair and Noah smiled hollowly.

There was a knock on the door and Noah closed his eyes, fighting his tears.

"Noah," Rachel says softly looking away from the thick wood with tears gathering in her own dark eyes, "I believe it's time."

Noah nods and starts to stand, feeling as though he's leaving his heart behind.

~K&P~

Coming to stand before his father made Noah feel as if he were a suspicious spot on a rug. He hated how degraded his father could make him feel with one look. As if he were worth no more than a few pounds, but in truth, that is the way the older Puckerman saw him. A paycheck and great honor in the Queen's courts.

"It is about time you arrived," the man sneered and pulled out his pocket watch. "We are going to be five minutes late now," he continued and grabbed his arm forcefully.

Noah bit his lip and put his head down, reminding himself why he was doing this. "I apologize, father. It will not happen again," he tells him respectfully.

"Of course it won't," his father sniffed. "Soon I will be rid of you and it'll be your fair husband's problem to deal with all of your tardiness and excuses." Noah turned his head to hide his hurt, but his father grabbed the end of his braid, causing him to gasp in slight pain. "What is this?" He demanded.

Noah glanced back, as best he could and calmly said, "It is a bow, Father. Rachel wanted me – "

"I don't give a bloody fuck what your chamber maid wants, Noah!" He growled and pulled it out harshly. "You are being presented to men of prestige; you need to look the part. And little flights of fancy are not serious husband material. Is that clear?"

Noah barely looked in the mean brown eyes before nodding, solemnly, "Yes, Father."

"Very good," he nodded with a gruff noise.

His mother and sister chose that moment to arrive. "William, darling, so sorry we are late," his mother said with a kiss to his lips.

Noah bit back his bile.

"Not a problem, Ruth; but now we are very late. We mustn't keep our guests waiting any longer."

Sarah, his sister, tugged on his fluffy sleeve, "You look very handsome, Noah."

Noah smiled affectionately at her and she returned it.

The doorkeepers, dressed in their finest, held open the large mahogany doors, and Noah felt as if he was no longer breathing when all of the inane chatter immediately came to a stop. His father's grip tightened, an obvious warning, and he let out a steadying breath.

Walking into the grand ballroom, Noah made sure to hold himself with perfect posture.

"Gentlemen," his father said in a cheery, loud voice when they came to stop just inside, "may I present to you my son, Noah. He is very excited to meet with you all."

Noah held perfectly still and resisted the urge to run as he felt every hungry gaze fall on his form. It made him sick to his stomach.

They walked to the largest table and sat down, ready for the biddings to start.

"May I take the first interested," his father called while food from the waiters arrived for their table.

A man wearing rather flamboyant clothes and had a balding head, stepped forward with a very dirty grin. On first sight, Noah shivered.

"Four hundred pounds, Mr. Puckerman, with definite room for increase," the man gave Noah a once over that made the teen pull back a little unconsciously. "I will most certainly be fighting for this fine beauty," he leered.

His father wrote it down, "Yes, and what was your name?"

"Sandy Ryerson," he replies extravagantly, "of the family Duke Ryerson's. Believe me, old Marcus will be supporting my bid to the end."

"Yes, I heard Duke Ryerson was looking forward to this," His father nods. "Pleasure, Mr. Ryerson."

"All mine, dear," he smiled again at Noah and began walking away.

Noah was feeling ill. He didn't know how to pretend to eat without his father catching on to how uncomfortable he was.

"Next up, please!"

A man of foreign decent and rather curious appearance stepped forward. With a gruff voice, he said, "I'll be bidding for four twenty-five."

Noah studied him around a tiny bite of lamb. He didn't seem unkind, just awkward and definitely not extremely attractive.

"Yes, and what was your name?" his father asked while scribbling away again.

"Ken Tanaka, trader of fine oriental rugs and dyes," he replied and then looked to Noah appreciatively, before not so subtly adjusting his pants.

Noah inwardly frowned at that, and picked at the small portion of smashed potatoes on his plate.

"I see," his father hummed. Whether it was in approval or disgust, no one would ever know.

As the biddings continued, Noah became more and more light headed from the pressure of it all. That disturbing Sandy Ryerson (of the Duke Ryerson's, he had made sure to specify) kept undressing him with his eyes from every corner of the room. Every time Noah looked up, he was in his line of eye sight – smirking at him with what could only be described as predatory expressions. It made Noah feel exposed and vulnerable in the worst kind of ways.

If that awful man won the bid, he would surely slit his wrists. Shame to his family or no.

A few of them weren't quite so bad. A Matthew Rutherford actually looked promising, putting in for six hundred pounds, until Noah caught on to the fact that he only answered things in clipped, brief words. While he didn't seem to be someone that was out to hurt him, the sad teen just didn't know if he would survive a relationship that he was doing little more than talking to himself.

A Jacob Ben-Israel that writes the Queen's proclamations on paper for all of her subjects to read when they cannot attend her appearances, made even his father raise his eye brows. Noah could not help but refuse to look at him. It made him feel near worse than being stalked by Mr. Ryerson. However, he put in quite the sum. A thousand pounds.

There was a glimmer of hope in one man, named Will Shuester. He was a music professor at the university in the Queen's city, and was actually something approaching handsome. Not to mention, he didn't overtly devour him with his eyes or say something to make him squirm in discomfort. He just seemed like a middle aged man who was lonely, looking for a partner to share what was left of his life with. Noah could probably learn to respect him on a deeper level, if he truly was a kind as he seemed. He had said he would love to have Noah's hand for two thousand pounds.

But nothing could prepare Noah, or anyone in the grand ballroom for that matter, for what happened next.

When the bids seemed to reach a lull, and it appeared to be close to time to start the dancing part of the evening before the suitors would have the chance to either raise or drop out, the great doors opened with a loud noise that drew the attention of everyone in the room.

Noah dropped his forkful of rich chocolate cake (that he wasn't really eating anyway) and stared in awe of the man standing there.

The guards were nowhere to be seen, not that he was actually looking for them. He was too busy taking in the beauty the seemed to pour off of the person in waves.

Beauty and power.

He was dressed in all black, save for a few red accents, and had what appeared to be a real silk cape that was strapped across his chest and over one shoulder. His genuine leather boots were near deafening in the now virtually silent room, as he made his way into the room and over to the table. As soon as he was close enough, Noah about melted by how perfectly sculptured his face was. High cheek bones, blue/gray eyes with just the barest hint of gold, strong jaw, light pink soft looking lips, and pale as porcelain skin…it was as if he were hand carved by the artists the Puckermans have bought from.

Noah was entirely enraptured.

This is what his dream men look like. He would easily hand himself over to the hands that looked as strong as some of the most seasoned of workers, and bow to his will as he opened his body for the first time. Before he even realized it, Noah was in deep lust for him. A fate in which he feared he would never be after the end of this week.

It was as if the entire room had become this wonderful man. He could not look anywhere else.

"And you would be?" His father asked harshly, breaking into Noah's world.

He watched as a smirk graced the face, "My name would be Kurt Hummel, Mr. Puckerman. I am here to offer a bid you can't refuse."

"I never would," Noah whispered lowly so his father couldn't hear, unconsciously leaning forward, wanting to be closer.

His father's eyes were skeptical, "Really?"

Kurt Hummel did not appear to be fazed by the sarcasm-laden voice. He had caught young Noah's eye in a smoldering look that was setting the teen's skin on fire. "Oh yes, quite the sum. Not that a young man of this level of gorgeousness deserves to be auctioned for any amount."

Noah thinks he's in love.

His father asks in a biting tone, "What would it be?"

Kurt smiles at Noah, that leaves the boy feeling as if his breath had been stolen, "A hundred thousand pounds."

The near silence was then immediately broken by angry shouts and talk amongst the other men.

Noah Elijah Puckerman heard nothing but the sound of his heart beating erratically. This man was his true love. He knew it. He could feel it. Why else would his Prince Charming put such a high price out for him?

His father's mouth dropped open for a second, before he realized what he was doing. He spluttered for a minute, before recovering, "What is it that you do to be able to afford a bid of that nature, sir?"

"I am a silent investor," Kurt regarded him coolly. "I have many things in which I dabble in, but all you need to worry about is that I can pay you cash up front in one full payment. I will require no financing. And once I have possession of Noah, I further require no more ties to anyone. You will not even need to pay for the wedding, Mr. Puckerman."

"Now wait just a minute!" Sandy Ryerson calls out and angrily stomps forward. Noah once again pulled back in discomfort, but didn't notice that Kurt saw his reaction. "Once you have possession of Noah?' There has been no second bid or chance to raise the rest of ours. How can you be so sure you will win?"

Kurt observed him quietly, studying his ever facial feature and taking a small whiff of his scent, before replying, "I don't have to be sure. I know I will win, and you will be left wondering why you came tonight." In a deeper, slight warning tone of voice, he continued, "Wise men know when they have lost."

"Wise men know when they've…' Just who do you think you are?" He yelled.

"Kurt Hummel," He stated again with a truly evil smirk. "And now, with my bid, I think I deserve the first dance."

Without any more said, Kurt held out his hand, which Noah took dazedly. It was cold, but soft as well as strong as he had earlier thought. It made Noah feel secure. Something that he hadn't felt in a long time.

When they reached the dance floor the music was beginning. Noah was embarrassed to find himself shaking. He was so nervous. He felt like the Cinder girl. Dancing with his Prince Charming for the first time and yet waiting for the clock to strike twelve and his fairytale to be over.

Leaning in as close as possible, Kurt whispered in his ear, "You do not need to be afraid, my little one. I will protect you, as I have done for years now."

Noah relaxed slightly, but swayed with a confused frown, "I do not-I do not understand, Mr. Hummel."

"Oh," Kurt groaned, "you're voice it tis so sweet, my darling; like vanilla, I love it. But call me Kurt, lovely." Noah blushed and felt the man's arms wrapped tighter around his waist. "You will understand soon, little one. For now, relax. I want to remember you in this fine purple color. It is striking on you."

So Noah did as told. He relaxed into the embrace and felt a pull in subconscious. Almost as if the man was calling for him through some form of link. They danced till the end of the second song, and Noah had to go.

Walking away from the man was the hardest thing he had to do, but he had a job to finish. And besides, if what this Kurt Hummel said was true, he would not be touched by anyone else for long.