Ok, I know I haven't posted in forever, I'm sorry. I have no excuse other than patheticness and epic fail. Thanks for all the reviews. The song mentioned, Pocketful of Sunshine, is by Natasha Bedingfield and is epically epic n my opinion even though my friends mock me mercilessly for having it on my ipod. This chapter is short and kind of bad. Anyway, read on.

Chapter Four

"You know, we need to have a girl's day," Kurt said as he sat down beside Rachel. They were in Spanish, the last class of the day and they were both early.

"Girl's day?" A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah, you know; me, you, Cedes, San, Britt, Tina, and Quinn. Manicure, pedicures, facials, shopping. Everyone can stay over at my house afterwards. It'll be fun." He smiled at her.

"Yeah, it would be. And you want me to come?"

Kurt looked surprised. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. I'm just not usually involved in group activities. People don't invite me..."

"Well I'm inviting you. And you're at least trying on some decent clothes if it kills all of us."

"Ok," she laughed. "This is going to be awesome!"

"Yeah,"

"You know, I've never actually hung out with people outside of school. Except Jesse, when I was dating him. Not even when I dated Finn the first time. He always cancelled or conveniently 'forgot' our dates."

"Well he better be a hell of a lot better to you this time or I will be forced to kick his ass." Kurt said jokingly.

Rachel laughed. "Thanks, Kurt, really. It's kind of nice having friends."

"Yeah, well, I'm thinking that if things keep going how they're going you're going to end up being my sister-in-law and, honestly, I can think of worse people it could be."

"That kind of means a lot. So thanks."

"You're welcome. So how's Saturday? We can hit the mall about nine-ish?"

"Sounds good." Rachel was grinning.

"So…" Kurt tried and failed to act casual. "What are the chances of you and the other girls dropping this whole pregnancy idea?"

"Zip."

"Why? It's really not necessary."

"Yes it is."

"Why?"

"Because. It just is."

"Worst answer ever."

"No it's not. The worst answer would be 'Why not?' You can drive people insane if you answer every question they ask with that."

"True." Kurt said with a grin as Mr. Shue walked in, which shut down any further conversation since if they had been caught talking during class he would have gave them his hurt 'you boiled my kitten' look, which really got annoying after awhile.

Kurt was laying on his bed. He was staring in frustration at his ipod screen. This glee assignment was way harder than it should have been. He had decided earlier that he would sing to Mercedes, but maybe he should sing to Noah- since he was fairly sure Puck would sing to him. Either way he had absolutely nothing on his ipod. He didn't particularly want to tell Noah to put a ring on it. 'Maybe I should just sing to Britt,' Kurt thought, frustration making him sarcastic and slightly bitchy. 'I could sing about ducks or rainbows.' He was debating slinging his ipod at the wall when his phone buzzed against his thigh.

'Hey babe, I was wondering if I could come over later? I'm getting ready to come out to my mom and I'll need somewhere to stay if she doesn't respond well and if she does respond well then we can celebrate! : )' Kurt had to read the message several times before he got everything.

'You don't have to come out to your mom if you don't want to, you know. I'm not pressuring you,. And of course you can come over! This means you get to officially meet my dad!' Kurt knew his dad terrified most people He personally didn't get it, but everyone else seemed to, Noah included.

'…Great…'

'What? Don't worry, I'll make sure all the weapons are locked up, although he could always make a dagger out of a pop can and use it to stab you.' He had meant the remark teasingly, but Noah obviously took him seriously.

'Oh my God! He can make a dagger out of a pop can?'

'No, it was a joke. Ha-ha, see? Funny.'

'Bitch.'

'Whore.'

"Aww, see? I knew you loved me. Well I'm gonna go tell mom I'm bisexual. I'll be over in no less than an hour, Babe. Love you.'

'Love you too.'

Kurt sighed. He hoped Noah wouldn't regret this. They had talked about it during English, the one class they shared. Noah would come out to his mom. He would mention he had a boyfriend, but not put too much emphasis on it. He would definitely not inform his mother that he had a pregnant boyfriend. Kurt was still worried though. Not all parents were as supportive as his father. What if Noah's mom tried to hurt him? It'd been known to happen, parents killing their children because they were gay. Kurt was pretty sure that Noah wouldn't fight back against his mom, no matter what. He could only hope that everything would be alright and that his boyfriend was blessed with as great a parent as Kurt himself had been.

Noah wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans as he hovered on the staircase. His mom sat on the couch in the living room, looking through a magazine. It was now or never.

"Mom?" He said as he tentatively stepped into the living room.

"Yes?"

"Umm… can I talk to you about something? It's important."

His mom shut the magazine and put it on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Of course you can. So what's up?"

"Ok, so I don't know how to say this, but I'm bisexual"

"What?"

"I'm bisexual."

"Ok." She didn't sound very surprised and Noah let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding.

"So you're okay with it?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I already knew you were either bisexual or gay."

"How?"

"You mutter in your sleep. Something about 'Kurt' and 'love' and 'sorry'.

Noah just stared at his mom. Who was this person? It certainly wasn't his mother, who was convinced he should marry Rachel and start having Jewish babies immediately. "So you don't care?"

His mother laughed. "No, you never would have married a Jewish girl anyway. And this boy apparently makes you happy, according to the dopey grin on your face when you're muttering in your sleep. So, go for it. You're my son, I love you no matter what. Even if you're gay."

"Not gay, bisexual."

"Whatever. The point is I want my family to be happy, so this boy has my approval. End of story."

Noah grinned. "Okay, thanks Mom. I'm going to go see Kurt. I'll be back later."

"Ok, be safe. Just because you can't get this one pregnant doesn't mean you can't get stds." Noah had to hold back a snort as he walked out the door. That would be a fun discussion for later.

The drive to Kurt's was relaxed and comfortably silent. Unlike Kurt, Puck didn't have to have loud music blaring at all times. He liked silence. He got that from his dad, he thought bitterly, remembering his dad screaming for everyone to 'just shut the fuck up' before hurling a lamp at the wall and slamming the door on his way out. He had abandoned his pregnant wife and seven year-old son, just because he had decided he wanted a 'less hectic' life with a 'simpler family'( read: 'wife but no kids to scream or cry'). He had left his family just because he hadn't liked the noise. Noah was determined to be the least like his dad as possible. He started by flicking on the radio. He was going to be there for Kurt. He was going to be the perfect boyfriend that Kurt deserved. And he was going to be a father to this kid. He wasn't going to end up like his dad.

By the time Noah had gotten over to Kurt's house and had been let in by Finn, Kurt had given up on his glee assignment and was laying on his bed with his eyes closed and headphones in, belting Pocketful of Sunshine at the top of his lungs with his hands resting on his stomach. Noah stood at the bottom of the stairs and chuckled. Kurt of course, didn't hear him.

"Nice song choice, Babe." He said loudly. Causing Kurt's eyes to pop open and his face to turn red. He sat up and laid his ipod to the side.

"Umm… I didn't… And you weren't… And Finn was supposed to… Will you stop laughing? It's not my fault- it's catchy!"

"Ok. Ok, sorry. You're just cute."

"You better believe I'm cute! So how did your mom take it?"

"Surprisingly well. She already knew I was either bi or gay."

"How?" Kurt asked incredulously.

Puck ducked his head to hide his red face. "Apparently I talk about you in my sleep with a shit-eating grin on my face."

Kurt smiled. "At least I know you're thinking about me." He kissed him quickly before pulling away and heading up the stairs. "So we're celebrating. What do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do is fine. We can watch a movie or whatever."

"Okay… Musical?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"Sure, why not?"

"Yay," Kurt said happily. "Now I can introduce you to the wonders of Rent, which I'm assuming you've never seen?" Noah shook his head and Kurt sighed. "I figured as much. Come on, I have it on DVD here somewhere."

Noah just smiled at him and followed him over to the well-organized shelf of DVDs in the corner of the room.

So… good, bad, funny, made you want to puke, what?:)