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Hey Awesomeness,

Last night at Kurt's was pretty cool. We enjoyed Rocky, me enjoying it for the awesome storyline and the fighting and Kurt for getting to see the sweaty guys half naked. I headed home shortly after the movie was finished so my ma didn't worry and cause I had to pick up my sister Sarah from our nana's. I promised Kurt that the next time I come over to hang out I'd be bringing my Xbox360 with all my games and that I'd be teaching him how to play Halo and Super Mario Brothers. Kurt rolled his eyes and said he couldn't wait. I think he said it sarcastically.

"Can I have your phone number?" Kurt asked hesitantly as he stood just inside his front door so he could watch me leave.

I turned to him and noticed straight away how nervous he was about asking for it. I reached into the pocket on the front of my backpack that was slung over my shoulder, grabbed the pen that was in there, and wrote down on his palm my number. I clicked the pen shut with a smile as he looked down at it with wide eyes.

"Text me anytime, kay Princess?" I said. I looked at him for a second before grabbing the hand that held my number and added in a softer voice, "If you ever need anything or anyone to talk to, call me. I'll always answer. Promise." I gave his hand an added affect squeeze.

"Even if you're with a girl?" Kurt asked.

I nodded my head. "Even if I'm with a girl or some cougar. If you ever need Noah in a non-sex related way," he and I chuckled, "I will make sure he's there for you. Puck never cared for others or helped anyone but himself. Noah's the opposite."

Kurt nodded his head, a small smile curving at his lips. He then looked down at our hands that we're still linked together. "Um, Noah, your hand," he said awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry," I said, letting go quickly and stuffing both hands into my pockets. 'Way to go Puckerman, you've made things awkward,' I scolded myself at the new tension that had fallen over us.

"So, um, see you tomorrow?" he asked with a hesitant smile.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, but I have football practice after school so I'll come over later. But, I might not. Santana gets horny after cheerios' practice, something about Coach Sylvester's yelling turning her on, I don't know. So I might not. She is my girlfriend after all."

Kurt's expression dropped, making him look disappointed. "Oh, okay. I get it. No big deal."

I felt bad for dismissing a hang out time with him, since Kurt really seemed to be enjoying them like I was, but like I said, Santana was my girlfriend. I can't dis her; not that she hasn't ditched me for Brittany or anything but if I told her I was blowing her off to hang with Kurt she'd kill me.

"If you need to talk to me, call or text," I said sternly. "Remember, I won't turn you down. Noah won't do that if you need him."

Kurt nodded his head sadly. "Can I text you or call you later?" he asked. "I want to get to know Noah better."

I smiled. "Sure, anytime." I sighed as I looked up at the sky, noticing how dark it was getting. "I should get going." I lowered my gaze back to Kurt. "Text or call me later, kay?"

Kurt nodded his head and held up the hand that held my number. "I will. And, by the way, I'd like to thank you for marking my skin with a black pen. I just hope it comes off."

I chuckled. "Whatever Princess. I'm going now. Talk to you later."

"Bye Noah," Kurt called after me as I walked down to the next street over where I parked my truck so that if anyone saw they wouldn't get suspicious.

I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded my goodbye. I then turned forward as I continued my journey back to my truck. I smiled as I thought about our budding friendship. Was it weird that I liked my friendship/deal or whatever with Kurt better than the one I had with my best friend, Finn, or any of my other Jock friends? I suppose since I've bullied him for so long that it is different and might take some getting used to before I can actually consider it "normal".

What was really strange was how easily the both of us fell into this friendship, like we'd been in one for years. We shared popcorn, watched a movie together, and talked like we were good pals but not two days ago we hated each other. For Kurt, not eight or nine hours ago he was hating me and now he trusts me somewhat, is able to sit down next to me and talk about personal stuff, and even was disappointed when I said that I might not be able to hang out tomorrow. The hell?

It was strange but all in all I was glad for it. I meant every word I told Kurt about answering the phone if he needed me. He was my/Noah's friend now and I more or less care for him. I'd drop whatever I was doing in a heartbeat if he needed me. Noah cares about his friends and family and would do anything to see them happy. Kurt was his friend now so he was determined to see him happy.

"Ma, we're home!" I called once Sarah and I stepped inside the house, the nice yummy scent of dinner being cooked floating in from the kitchen. I bent down to help Sarah take her shoes off. Nana had double knotted them when we left and Sarah can't undo double knotted shoelaces so I always have to do them for her.

"Welcome home Noah," My mom said as she walked out of the kitchen. She pressed a kiss to my cheek and then did the same with Sarah, telling her a warm 'welcome home'. "Dinner's almost ready. You two go wash up."

Sarah and I headed off to the bathroom to wash our hands before dinner. When we came back dinner was already on the table, fresh steam from the oven hot food rising up from it. I licked my lips at how yummy it looked and smelled.

I sat down at the table and got great big servings of everything, only after we said thanks first. I started digging into the delicious meal. My mom is a great cook and she always insists on cooking a homemade meal for dinner every night even though she works long shifts at the hospital.

"So, what'd you do after school Noah? Go over to Finn's?" Ma asked.

I looked up from my plate and shook my head. I swallowed the bite in my mouth before answering her. "No, I went over to my friend Kurt's place. We watched Rocky on his awesome flat screen."

My ma blinked in surprise. "Oh. Is Kurt a new friend? I've never heard you mention him or hang out with him before."

"Yeah, Kurt's a new friend. We just started hanging out today. He's real nice Ma you'd like him," I responded honestly, smiling softly as I thought about Kurt.

My ma got this weird look in her eyes but it soon vanished before I could pin point what it was. "What's his last name?"

"Hummel. His dad owns that car repair place down town."

My ma's eyes lit up at the last name. "Hummel? Burt's son? Oh, yes, I know them. I was a friend of Kurt's mothe before she passed away. You two used to play together when you were little."

I nearly choked on my food at her words, my eyes wide with surprise. "What!? I don't remember that!"

My ma nodded her head as she continued to eat. "Yep, you two were really close. Elizabeth and I could hardly keep you two apart. It was a good thing we just lived right across the street from each other or I don't think you two would have survived."

After that I continued to eat in silence, my thoughts on Ma's words. Who would have thought that Kurt and I were best friends when we were kids? I surely didn't but that explained why we were so fine being around each other and how I felt bad about bullying Kurt. Our old friendship was still in there and unknowingly, we acted on it. When we started hanging out again it must have reawakened our friendship and we easily fell into a comfort zone together. I definitely needed to tell Kurt.

I washed the dishes after dinner and put them in the dishwasher. Then I headed up stairs to my room, calling a goodnight to my mom and sister as they watched one of Ma's soap operas on TV – the kind that makes Sarah scream and run away when someone gets shot. I shut the door behind me and jumped onto my bed, pulling my phone from my jean's pocket. I looked at it and then I remembered that I didn't have Kurt's number. So much for my idea.

I set my phone off to the side and then stripped from my clothes, leaving me in only my boxers. I was slightly horny, like any other day, and looked at my phone to make sure Kurt wasn't calling or texting me before locking my bedroom door.

I sat back on my bed, leaning up against the headboard. I reached inside one of my pillowcases and pulled out a playboy magazine. I smirked as I looked at the skanky girl on the front with barely anything on. I flipped to my favorite page – a blond girl in a cheerleading uniform – and pictured it was Quinn.

I pictured her in the uniform coming up to me looking all sad.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked in concern.

"I can't take it anymore. Finn's just not the guy for me. You are Puck. You're the only one that can satisfy my needs," she said and suddenly she was in her underwear – matching pale pink with lace. Already there was a wet spot at the front of her panties and I smirked at her.

"Hell yeah I am. Bout time you realized that," I said with a smirk as I drew her close to me and started to kiss her with all the passion in the world, leaving her a moaning, squirming mess in my arms.

In reality, my hand moved down to my semi hard dick and I stroked it to full hardness. My eyes drifted closed and my head fell back against the headboard as I concentrated on my hand's movements and my fantasy. By then I was already inside her, pumping in and out as she begged for more.

"You want that? Yeah, you know you do. Take it, Quinn, take it!" I mumbled under my breath, my hand moving fast. My breathing became ragged. I dropped my magazine and with my other hand pulled at my nipple ring, picturing it was Quinn doing it with her teeth.

I flicked my thumb across the slit on the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum that pooled there so it could be used for lubrication. I moaned and panted while mumbling the dirty words I'd be saying to Quinn while I fucked her. I was getting close, I could feel it.

Suddenly, my phone rang, snapping me from my fantasy. My eyes shot open and I grabbed my phone, opening with an angrily growled, 'What!' into it.

"Noah?" I heard Kurt say timidly on the other line.

My anger deflated instantly at the sound of his voice and I pulled my hand from my boxers, whipping off the pre-cum that was smeared over my palm and the underside of my fingers.

"Hey, Kurt," I said in a softer, nicer tone than before. "Sorry, you just called at a bad time."

"…Are you with a girl?" he asked hesitantly.

I chuckled as I looked over at the playboy magazine that lay on the bed next to me, still opened to the page with the blonde cheerleader. "Only an imaginary one," I smirked.

"An imaginary one?" he asked and it must have clicked to him what I meant cause then he said in a high pitched voice, "Oh. Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I-"

I chuckled as I relaxed back into the bed, shifting down to lay on my back with my free arm resting behind my head. I was pretty much cooled off by now. "Nah, it's cool man. I mean, it's totally not cool that you just cock blocked me, especially since I was so close to coming, but whatever. I said that I'd answer no matter what. The phone ringing kinda put me outta my zone anyway."

"Well, um, okay then. I'm still sorry that I interrupted you while you were… um…"

I chuckled again. I could already picture the heavy blush that must have been coating his cheeks. "It's okay. Anyways, guess what I found out today?" I said with an excited smile.

"What? Did Finn and Quinn break up and Finn realized that he was done with girls and wants a boy?" he asked excitedly. "Me perhaps?"

I scoffed. "I wish. No, dude, my ma said after I told her that I was hanging out with you that she knew your mom. They used to be like best friends and you and I were best friends too when we were little. Isn't that awesome?"

"You and I used to be friends?" he asked in disbelief. "No way, my dad would have told me."

I shrugged. "Maybe since it had to do with your mom it was hard for him to bring it up. Still, isn't that great? Ma said that we used to be like super duper friends and that we lived right across the street from each other."

Kurt giggled on the other end. "That is pretty amazing. I can't believe little me used to friends with you of all people. I wonder what happened," he said airily.

"Maybe we just grew apart," I suggested. "Who knows? Anyway, you and I have some serious friendship to make up for all these years. So, this weekend, you, me, sleepover. We'll be staying up late playing video games, watching movies, eating junk food, all sorts of fun stuff. It'll be awesome," I said excitedly as I thought about it.

"A sleepover? Noah, you and I barely know each other and you want to spend the night at my house? In the same room with me? Aren't you afraid you'll catch my supposed disease?"

I sat up, frowning at his words. "What? No, dude, I'm cool with you being gay. That shit doesn't matter to me. You like what you like, you know? If you like guys, sucking dick, and getting it up the ass then who am I to tell you different?"

Kurt sighed on the other end. "Thank you for being cool with it," he said sincerely. "I've never had a guy friend before because of it. And please, don't speak so vulgarly about my sexuality. We might do that but I haven't once done any of that."

"Grow some balls Kurt and get some action," I said as I lied back down, taking up my previous position. "I'm your friend and no friend of mine is leaving high school without doing anything remotely sexually. So, come Senior Year, if you haven't lost your v-card I'm totally taking it from you and fucking you up the ass."

Kurt spluttered at my words. "You'd what? Noah, I thought you were straight!"

I chuckled as I thought about my own words. I mean, yeah I was totally straight but to me, sex was sex. I'd totally do it with a hot girly gay like Kurt. Hell, I'd even do Kurt.

"I am straight. I just have no problem having sex with you," I told him honestly, really glad that our conversation was over the phone so I didn't have to tell him that face to face. "To me sex is sex and I'll do anything that's human and good looking. Besides, I'd be helping you. Do you know what they do to virgins in college? It's like suicide. Those girls you hear that get pregnant while in college are those girls that have never done it before. I'm not letting something like that happen to you dude."

Kurt giggled softly on the other line. "Noah, for your information, I'm one hundred percent male. I can't and never will be able to get pregnant. I'm gay not a girl. I know they two both start with a 'G' but you gotta be smarter than that."

I chuckled along with him. "Kurt, I know you're a dude. I wasn't talking about getting pregnant. College virgins are also the ones that get STDs. They do it with some random person, don't know what to look for or that they need to use protection, and end up with the herps. You don't want that man."

"You don't have an STD, do you?" Kurt asked, sounding a little worried and paranoid.

"Nah, I'm clean. I get tested every month," I reassured him. "Plus, I've looked that shit up so I know what it looks like and shit. If I see some girl with it I'm like, 'no way bitch. Infect someone else with your herps.'" I chuckled, earning a giggle from Kurt.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly after our laughing subsided. "Kurt," I said softly with a serious edge to my voice, "I'm serious. I don't want you going to college unprepared. I'd never forgive myself if someone hurt you. I'm not letting you regret your first time like I do mine."

There was a short pause after my words and I'd hoped that I hadn't scared Kurt away or something but I was completely serious. I don't want my new friend getting hurt. If I ever have to answer the phone to a crying Kurt I'll beat the shit out of whoever did that to him. I only saw him cry once, actually only the aftermath, but even though I used to want to see him cry and break down, I don't anymore.

"Thank you Noah," Kurt whispered into the phone sincerely. "You don't know how much that means to me; to have a friend that would leave their comfort zone to make sure I was prepared for what's to come in the future."

I smiled at his words. "You're welcome Kurt. We have less than three years left so you've got some time to find someone. Don't rush though. Respect yourself."

"I will Noah. I should probably get going. I still need to do my nightly skin care regime," Kurt said.

"Okay. I'll let you go than," I said, feeling a little sad that I couldn't talk to him a little longer. "See you tomorrow. I'll try to keep the others from throwing you in the dumpster, and I'll apologize now cause I might have to be the one to do it. I trust myself a lot more than I do them and I'd never let you get hurt."

"I know you wouldn't, Noah," Kurt murmured gently. "Well, I do now. I'd much rather have you throwing me in than one of those Neanderthals you call friends. See you tomorrow. Bye Noah."

"Bye, Kurt," I said softly before the line went dead.

I sighed before taking the phone from my ear. I went to my previous calls and clicked on the most recent one, Kurt's number. I made a contact for him and signed it 'Princess' so that if anyone looked in my phone they wouldn't get suspicious if they saw Kurt's name.

I smiled at the contact, thinking about our friendship. Never before did I ever like a friendship like I did the one I had with Kurt. Already, with the help of our old friendship, we were close. I would never make a promise like I did to Kurt with anyone else other than Quinn.

Kurt is special. He's fragile in a virgin innocence way and Noah's need to protect his friends from "evil" is strong when it comes to Kurt. It's odd and strange. I don't understand it but that doesn't mean I don't like it. It's a start in the right direction though. Quinn will like it, it'll show that I have compassion and empathy and am not some heartless jerk. Being around Kurt is turning out better than I thought.

I got to school early Wednesday morning. Tuesday afternoons – if I'd remember right – were trash pickup day for the school and that meant that come Wednesday morning, it would be empty. I walked over to the dumpster, dropped my bag down next to me before I jumped up on the side and looked inside.

Just as I'd thought, empty. It was bad. If Kurt was thrown in, he'd get hurt. Even if I was the one to throw him in, I'd feel so guilty that if he got hurt.

I hopped down from the dumpster and pulled my phone from my pocket. I scrolled down through the contacts until I came to Kurt's number and pressed the green call button, putting the phone to my ear. I turned around to sit on the black top with my back leaning up against the dumpster as I listened to the rings. After about the second ring he picked up.

"Noah?" he answered in a worried tone. "Is something wrong? I didn't think you got up this early."

I ran a hand through my mohawk with my eyes closed, trying to comfort myself and calm my worrying. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Listen, Kurt, I need you to arrive to school late or like, right now. Can you do that?"

"I-I don't know. I still need to get ready and eat breakfast. Why?" Kurt asked, becoming a little suspicious with a hint of slight fear tingeing his voice. "What's going on Noah?"

I sighed. "Nothing's wrong," I lied. "Why don't you meet me for breakfast somewhere? We could go to Starbucks or Burger King. McDonalds? Or some diner. I know some great diners and-"

"Noah, stop it," Kurt ordered, cutting me off. "You're rambling. Now tell me, what's going on? Why don't you want me to arrive to school at the regular time?"

I sighed, running my hand through my mohawk again. I couldn't keep the truth from him. "The dumpster, it's empty. I don't want them or me throwing you in there if it's empty. You'd get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt," I said, gripping at my mohawk painfully.

"Noah, I've been thrown in there when it's been empty. It hurts, yes, but I can take it. You don't need to worry about me," Kurt insisted, his voice a little shaky.

I closed my eyes tightly, my teeth clenched together as I pulled at my mohawk some more. "Kurt, please, just let me take you out for breakfast or something so I can stop worrying," I pleaded.

Kurt sighed on the other side. "Alright," he said, giving in to my please. "Meet me at Starbucks in half an hour. You're buying."

I smiled and chuckled softly. "Fine, I will. See you then."

Half an hour later I was sitting at a table in Starbucks, my foot tapping impatiently as I watched the door, waiting for Kurt to step through.

I don't know why I was so jittery, I hadn't even had coffee or caffeine yet, but I was anxious to see Kurt. After my out of character worrying and fretting, I was still edgy and wanted to make sure my friend was okay even though he was, last time I'd talked to him, at home getting ready. It's crazy to think that I can be so protective and caring about someone I'd previously bullied but I really cherish my new found friendship with Kurt.

The bell on the door chimed as the door was open and I smiled when I saw Kurt walk in with his leather messenger school bag on his shoulder; dressed in a hot pink graphic T that said 'Sing your life' on the front over a grey long sleeved polo shirt with the white collar folded over the graphic T's collar, grey and white plaid pants, and white oxford's with black laces. He looked around before he spotted me at the table in the back corner.

"Morning Noah," Kurt said with a small smile as he took the seat across from me.

I smiled sheepishly at him. "Sorry I dragged you down here. Noah was worried."

Kurt giggled, amusement lighting up his strangely beautiful blue/gray/green eyes. "Oh, so it was Noah that was worried. Not you?" he teased.

A faint blush dusted my cheeks as I looked away. "What do you want, Princess?" I asked grumpily. "I'll get you whatever you want."

Kurt smiled at me and turned his head to look at the menu, our seats giving us a perfect view of it. "Get me a non-fat Cinnamon Dolce Latte and low fat blue berry muffin." He turned back to me with a smile. "We can share it."

I nodded my head and left to go place our coffee order, repeating what Kurt wanted in my head so I wouldn't forget it. It was soon my turn and I smiled at the young girl at the register. 'Time to work the Puckerman charm,' I thought.

"Hello. Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get you?" The girl asked with a flirty smile and a bat of her eyelashes.

"I'd like a non-fat Cinnamon Dolce Latte and a White Chocolate Mocha," I said with my own smile.

"Can I get you anything else? A muffin perhaps? Ours are very good," she hinted, pressing her arms closer together to make her breasts look bigger and more prominent.

I made sure she saw me look down at them with a smirk before looking back up at her. I leaned forward on the counter, giving her a dazzling smiling. "I'd love to have a low fat blue berry muffin," I glanced at her name tag, "Cindy, but I don't have enough money," I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh well. Guess I'll just starve until lunch time."

Cindy smiled at me and grabbed a bag from under the counter. She grabbed one of the low fat blue berry muffins, the biggest one in the container, and put it in the bag. She folded the bag closed and with a pen, wrote her number on the front. Afterwards, she handed me the bag, along with my and Kurt's coffee's, and whispered, "My treat. Call me sometime?"

I smiled at her as I handed her the money for my and Kurt's drinks. "Sure thing cutie," I smirked with a wink.

I turned and headed back to Kurt. He was reading a magazine from the stack behind him when I got back. I set his drink and bag down in front of him, making him look up from the magazine to smile happily at the bag and drink.

"Mhm, yay. I've missed my coffee. My dad doesn't let me drink it, saying I'm too young to be drinking coffee," he said as he set his magazine down, grabbed his drink, and took a sip from it. I smiled as I took the seat across from him, sipping at my coffee.

Kurt set his drink back down and then grabbed the bag that held our muffin but frowned when he saw the phone number on the front. He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Noah, why's there a phone number on the front of the bag?"

"The girl at the counter put it there after she gave me the free muffin," I said like it was no big deal.

Kurt gapped at me and looked down at the bag in disbelief. "You stole a muffin?" he asked, looking back up at me in shock.

"I didn't steal it, Princess, she gave it to me for free. The girl was flirty and cute so why not. I'll probably give her a call if Santana breaks up with me," I said with a shrug.

Kurt frowned at me unhappily. "Noah, we don't steal," Kurt said firmly. "And, really, you shouldn't prostitute yourself. You don't need to degrade yourself just to get free stuff and you don't need to steal it either. If you didn't have enough money for it you could have told me."

I scoffed, shaking my head at him. "I have money I'm just not going to waste it. I have better things to buy than a fucking muffin I can get for free by just looking interested in a girl."

Kurt lowered his gaze and leaned back in his seat, a small frown curling his mouth downward. I furrowed my eyebrows at his sudden change. Had I said something to upset him?

"I'm sorry that the muffin I thought you wanted to get me was such a waste of your money," he said, picking up his coffee and standing up from his seat. I watched as he turned sharply and walked to and out the door.

"Shit," I cursed as I stood from my seat, grabbing my coffee and the bag as I followed out after him. Once outside I jogged to catch up to him. "Kurt!" I called as I caught up to him at his car. Kurt stood next to the door, not looking up at me.

"Did… did I say something to upset you?" I asked, not really sure what I'd done other than get him the muffin without paying for it. "If you're upset about how I got the muffin I'll go get you a new one."

Kurt sighed crossly as he turned to look at me, his eyes a bright icy blue. "You were being so nice and caring but then you go and act all mean and sound like you don't care. You were Puck."

I frowned down at him, a little ticked that he was upset because I had a Puck moment. "That's what you're upset about? That a little bit of Puck slipped out? News flash Kurt, Puck is a part of me. He's been who I am ever since I started bullying people. He might not have been given the name Puck until middle school but that's who he is. I can't stop him from showing; it's like reflex. It's like you and your Ice Queen side; you can't help it when it comes out."

Kurt glared up at me, crossed his arms over his chest, and turned his head away with a huff. I growled in frustration, pulling on my mohawk. Why did I have to pick the one person who's as stubborn and bitchy as I am?

"Kurt," I sighed, "I'm sorry okay? He slips out and you're going to have to deal with that. I know I said that for our deal you'd be around Noah but I won't lie to you and tell you that Puck won't surface at times. He's just as much a part of me as Noah is. If I have to put up with your bitchiness when it slips out then you can put up with mine."

Kurt continued to glare at the side of his Navigator before he closed his eyes with a sigh. He turned his head towards me, his gaze still downcast. "I understand, Noah. I'm sorry that I flipped the switch and was a bitch to you. You can't help it just like I can't. We'll work on that," he looked up at me, "won't we?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah. We both are stubborn and have tempers like wildfire so it's no wonder that we clash and will get frustrated with each other. But, I guess that makes us good friends, too. We understand each other."

Kurt nodded his head and smile. "Yeah, we do." Kurt looked down at his feet for a second, took a deep breath, and let it out before looking up at me, a blush covering his cheeks. "Can I hug you?" he asked hesitantly.

I thought about it for a second. I'm not a big hugger when it comes to guys. But, Kurt, like everything else, is different than my other friends. It isn't just cause Kurt's gay but he isn't like them. He's nicer and better and more talented than they are. I can just see it. I've never seen him perform other than that one time but I can tell he's destined for greatness.

With the hug though, it would be awkward. I don't hug guys. It's like a rule in the guy code that you should only hug guys if they're either family or like really, really close to you but even then it's only a one armed hug. Kurt would want a full on chest to chest, arms around each other, hug and it was uncomfortable.

Looking at him though, I could tell he felt just as uncomfortable. He probably has never hugged any other guy other than his dad; not even a one armed hug. It made me remember that he's never been touched in a friendly manor by a guy and that guys go out of their way to not touch him and only do it when they're hurting him. I felt bad for him and seeing as I was his first ever guy friend, I had to man up and let him hug me, just to show him that his sexuality doesn't scare me like it did others.

I held my arms out and smiled at him. "Come here," I said.

Kurt flew into my arms in an instant, wrapping his arms me tightly and burring his face in the crook of my neck. I was taken aback by how fast he hugged me but I wrapped my arms around him in return. Hugging him, it was different than hugging girls but also similar at the same time. He's soft and smells nice, like strawberries and vanilla, but is firm and lean muscled in what can only be described as being male. It was… surprisingly nice.

After a few seconds we let each other go. I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Um, we probably should head to school," I said, not looking at Kurt.

Kurt nodded his head. "Yeah, we probably should."

Even though we said that, neither of us made a move to leave. It was weird that I liked Kurt's hug. I liked hugging him. I liked having him in my arms. I liked how he smelled. It was weird and scary all at the same time.

"Do you still want the muffin?" I asked.

"Um, sure," Kurt said.

I handed him the bag and watched out of the corner of my eye as he opened the bag and pulled out the muffin. He looked at the bag before holding it out to me. "Here, I don't need the bag," Kurt said. "Besides, you probably want the number on it."

I took the bag and with much effort, turned my head towards him and smiled. "Yeah, need some back up girl for when Santana gets tired of dating me," I joked, trying to clear the tension.

Kurt nodded, eyeing the bag warily. "Yeah… good luck with that."

I turned to leave and walked a few steps before stopping and looking over my shoulder at Kurt. He was climbing into his car, not looking back at me. I smiled softly at him. "See ya later Kurt," I called loud enough for him to hear.

Kurt turned his head to me and smiled. "Bye Noah."

I nodded my head before turning forward and resuming walking. I shook my head, crumpling the bag in my hand. Kurt's my friend. I need to get over the fact that he is gay. I don't have a problem with it but part of me is scared that if I'm not careful, I'll unknowingly say or do something to make him think I don't like him because he's gay or have a problem with his sexuality. I'm so angry with myself for acting weird because I don't mind and sorta… liked hugging him.

"That is so gay," I muttered to myself as I threw the paper bag into the trash without a second thought.


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