Madison and I do not own glee. Sadly.
It wasn't as if Kurt totally forgot about Chris... he just sort of slipped his mind. And who would've expected the man to come here? They'd exchanged keys a little while ago, but rarely went over to the other's apartment. Mostly because Kurt was a social butterfly who rarely spent a night not in some sort of theater. "Chris! I... This is my apartment, I can choose who comes over and who doesn't." he said in a soft, but affirmative voice. Standing up and walking over, he 'tsk'ed and picked up the man's jacket, hanging it on a classic coat rack that mainly held adorable hats. "You'll ruin my floor like that. Just calm down." his swollen lips were pouting at his somewhat boyfriend, silently begging him to act maturely.
Noah set down his fork as he watched Chris stalk into the house and move toward the bathroom without saying anything else, wiping his face with one of Kurt's hand towels before walking back out and looking at the scene he had walked in on. The short skinny man glanced toward Kurt and stared at his lips for a moment and he stepped over to him, close and personal, and slid his palm over his warm cheek, giving him a little smile. "Hey.. come on.. tonight was supposed to be our night.. can't you hang out with your friend some other time..?" Chris asked softly, leaning forward to kiss Kurt's swollen lips and across the room Noah looked down and swallowed hard, tensing up all over.
Kurt softened as Chris lovingly palmed his cheek, making him sigh and lean into the touch. "I know... but it's very complicated. He just got discharged from the army, he has no where to go. So even if we were to... he'd be here just in the other room." Just as he was going to continue talking he was kissed. It tasted odd, but he ignored it and returned it quickly, pulling away. "If you just wait another night or so, I promise, it'll be worth it." he fluttered his gorgeous eyes, trying to persuade Chris to leave the 'our night' thing alone and leave. It wasn't good to just push it off, but it was all he could do right now.
Chris hated not getting his way.. Chris hated it A LOT and when Kurt pulled away from him and said no and said that they could do it some other time he clenched his jaw tight and let out a little breath, looking around the apartment before glancing at the muscle bound army guy Kurt was eating dinner with.. a dinner that was supposed to be HIS. "Whatever.. if I catch you two fucking then it's over." Chris said sharply and grabbed his coat and left, stomping out of the apartment, slamming the door when he left. Noah sat there and listened to the entire thing, glancing over at Kurt for a moment. He had wanted to tell the pale man he could leave and leave them alone.. but after seeing that outburst he didn't feel bad at all.. that guy was an asshole and Noah couldn't understand why Kurt was with him..
"Chris!" He gawked at the sharp words, freezing up. His face went dark and he scowled as the man stormed out. It often came up in his mind. Why was he with him? But it wasn't easy to break up with your co-star. He would have to deal until the show ended, at least. Or the musical would be ruined. And that would hurt his conscience. After a moment of recomposure, he turned back to Puck with a slightly forced smile, and sat back down. "Sorry about that." he said, unable to bring himself to explain or argue for Chris' behavior.
Noah looked up when Kurt sat back down at the table and stared at him for a moment, watching him apologizing and he cleared his throat. "He's kind of a dick.." He mumbled softly before he took a small bite of food and kept his dark eyes on Kurt, knowing that the pale man had to deal with him because they were co-stars and he knew all to well how that entire system worked.. Things kind of went back into silence since the record had stopped at some point and Noah was still staring at Kurt, still wanting to kiss him.. make it so that last person who kissed him wasn't that stupid asshole who had come in here before. "You wanna watch a movie? I don't think I've seen a real movie in months.."
"...Yeah." he mumbled an agreement, munching on the stirfry quietly, his annoyance with Chris growing bit by bit. At the mention of a movie, Kurt perked up, plump lips curling around the chopsticks as he put another piece of veggie in his mouth. Nodding, he chewed and swallowed, pointing. "I keep all my movies in the little study room I have, you can go choose one while I finish eating." The study room was more of a 'kurt' room then anywhere else. It had personal touches, old personal items, old photos, and stuff like that. There was a rather large collection of movies, all categorized by their genre. The largest section was musicals, but if Puck looked right, he would find some of his very own dvds, old horror flicks, in with the horror genre. Puck's mother had given him a lot of Puck's stuff when the boy went to the army, despite Kurt's explanation of their breakup. He even had the man's letterman jacket in his closet.
Noah was finished with his plate and with a little smile he slowly moved from the table and toward where Kurt was pointing with his chop sticks, letting him finish his meal in peace. Walking into the room that just screamed Kurt all over the place and he stepped up to the shelves with all of the movies.. musicals and drama shows and then he spotted them.. HIS old horror movies that he had made Kurt watch with him at one time or another. Noah's eyes went wide and they almost stung with tears but he clenched his jaw and cleared his throat and picked out a musical at random, he thought it would be in bad taste to make Kurt sit through one of his crappy movies since he knew that the man disliked them. Wondering back out into the living room he waved the movie and walked over to the table, setting it down beside the pale man. "I'll clean the dishes. It's the least I can do." Noah said with a little smile.
Kurt had finished his dinner by the time Noah returned, leaving a quarter of it still on the plate. He was scraping it into the garbage when the man returned, setting down the DVD for the Broadway version of 'Phantom of the Opera'. An odd choice, but he wouldn't question it. When Puck offered to wash dishes, he gave him a charming smile. "Why thank you, Noah. That's very kind of you. I'll go set this up." He set the dish down and took the dvd over to his tv. Crouching down, he fumbled with the dvd player. "You made a terrible choice you know." He called out to Puck. "I am going to be in tears multiple times while we watch this. It's so tragically wonderful."
The tall man just smiled when Kurt thanked him and took the dishes to the sink, listening as he fiddled with the DVD player. Turning on the water he washed the dishes off and scrubbed them easily, drying with a hand towel and he was done in a matter of minutes, walking back out with his hands in his pockets. A smirk played on Noah's lips as he stepped up behind the couch and stared at Kurt for a moment, wondering what it would be like to live with him here.. or really be with him again.. "Good thing I'm here then.. I can comfort you." Noah said very quietly and walked around the couch, settling down on one side of it with his legs out, looking lazy eyed and sexy as he watched Kurt closely. "Did you show me this movie before? I can't remember.."
It took Kurt a couple tries before he successfully changed the TV mode to DVD, and once he did he got up and sat on the couch. A good space was between them, but it wasn't like he was sitting on the opposite side or something. At the question, he huffed and gave Puck this look that said 'Really!' "Of course I did. You don't recall? You said the Phantom was bad-ass and dressed like him for Rachel's Halloween party that year. You've seen most of my dvds, though I can't say you really stayed awake for most of them." a reminiscing smile graced his face, as he pressed the play button and the movie began.
Noah flushed a little when Kurt gave him that look and once he told him he remembered then.. wearing that mask and running around mostly drunk.. it had been fun. "I remember.. it's been a long time." He said very softly and sunk down into the couch a bit more thinking about the time that had passed since then.. about the crap he had seen since now and through all of it.. through every single moment he had thought of nothing but Kurt and here he was sitting next to him but not near him and Noah breathed out through his nose. The tan man watched the movie in silence and could hear Kurt singing along with some of the parts which would cause him to glance over and stare at his profile for a moment or two, missing when they'd watch these movies together because even though he didn't like them Kurt did and that's all that mattered to him really..
"Mm, indeed." he couldn't help the slightly snooty tone, it happened when he talked all 'sophisticated' and 'proper'. At some point he got up and turned off the lights so only the beaming television brightened the room, casting a soft light on Kurt and Puck, making them look almost as if they were glowing. With his legs curled under him, he cuddled a pillow and watched with eagerness. When Christine would sing, so would he, trying to keep low so he wouldn't bother Puck. He could each the notes just as she did, and some may even argue he sounded better. He never noticed the man's glances, lost in the beauty of the Phantom of the Opera. They were at the part where they explained the Phantom's tragic childhood, and Kurt's turquoise eyes were brimming with tears. He couldn't help it, his sensitivity doubled when it came to musicals.
It was nice hearing Kurt sing again.. even if it was low and he could barely hear it over the movie but staring at his lips moving in the dim light like that.. matching the lyrics in the song.. Noah didn't even care about the movie anymore and just wanted to watch Kurt all night. When he saw the man's eyes start to tear up Noah panicked.. Noah panicked because the last man he had seen cry had gotten shot in the stomach.. he hadn't seen Kurt cry in a long time and kind of forgot that he was a sensitive person, that he could cry almost at the drop of a hat if the mood strikes him right so Noah breathed out softly and leaned over to wrap a muscled arm around his shoulders and give him a gentle little hug, staring at him with worried eyes.
After all these years, Puck smelled like Puck. He had that musky scent of the tacky Axe body wash Kurt would never admit he liked. It brought memories of cuddling and kissing and making love with Puck, happier times. Sighing wistfully, he nuzzled into the larger man, eyes never leaving the screen even as he blinked out tears. "It's just so tragic, Noah. All he wants is to be loved..." he was of course talking about Phantom, not anyone else. This wasn't a euphemism or a substitute for himself or something. If anything, he was Christine. Who would be Phantom then? Puck? This weird crossover of POTO and the old glee club ran through his head and tried not to think of how well it would work.
Noah's head filled with all the times he had held Kurt in his arms the moment he felt the man nuzzle into him.. it caused him to shiver a little and hold him a bit tighter as he stared at the screen blankly and just.. took in the warmth of Kurt. He swallowed thickly and almost kissed Kurt right then.. until he realized that he was talking about the movie and he stiffened up a little and listened to them sing another song, large hand tight on the boy's arm. "Doesn't he end up with the girl in the end?" Noah asked, he couldn't remember.. he remembered some parts of this movie but he was sure that during the parts he couldn't remember he had been sucking on Kurt's neck or something..
The brunette smiled sadly at Noah's question, he remembered trying to watch that part and whining about how Puck was attacking his neck instead of watching. "No. Well... he kidnaps her, and threatens to blow up the opera house if she doesn't marry him. In order to save the man she really loves, she agrees and kisses the Phantom. Phantom is overwhelmed because it was his first kiss, and tells her to go and marry the man she loves. So tragic."
Tears welled even as he said this, remembering the bittersweet ending. He didn't move from his spot nestled into Puck, watching until the very end. Then as the credits rolled, he realized where he was and pulled away. His cheeks were pink and he laughed awkwardly. "Sorry about that. You know I'm ultra-emotional during musicals."
It was nice to just hold Kurt for the rest of the movie.. hug him close and squeeze him a little every time he would start to cry. When the credits rolled though.. Kurt moved away from him and Noah cleared his throat a little and rested his hands in his lap, glancing at the boy with a little smile on his face.
"Told you I'd comfort you." Noah grinned a cute half grin and slid back against the couch to look kind of sexy in his tight shirt, the shadows outlining the muscles that were hidden underneath and his pants were hanging low around his hips. "What're we gonna do now, Kurt?" Noah asked, not meaning to be suggestive but it kind of came out that way..
"W-What?"
His face darkened to red at the question, as he stood up, smoothing his clothes and smiling shyly. He so wouldn't admit how he'd taken that wrongly. "Well, it's probably late, we should head to bed." It was much quicker for him to take out the DVD and turn the TV off then it had been to turn it on and set it up. He set the movie in its case on the coffee table and looked for a clock. "Oh my Gaga, it's almost 2:30! I have to be up by 9 tomorrow, ooh, it's all your fault Noah." he whined, pouting adorably. "I'm going to go get changed for bed, and I'll bring you out a pillow and blanket, okay?" not waiting for an answer, Kurt scurried off to his bedroom and shut the door. He opted for a pair of lilac silk pajamas tonight, rather than what he usually wore.
Puck's old t-shirts and shorts. They were really comfy, and had been dumped on him by , and when he noticed they smelled just like Puck, he couldn't give them away for the life of him. But if he came out in one of those old shirts and Noah recognized it, it would've been awkward. So he would stick with the silk pajamas, which slipped off his shoulders easily and exposed that milky white skin more often then he meant it to. Once he was all dressed, he grabbed one of his own pillows and a blanket from his linen closet and brought it out to Puck. "If you wake before me, don't hesitate to wake me up, okay? I need as much time as possible to get ready in the morning."
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