Chapter 9

"I'm glad you kids enjoyed yourselves." Burt Hummel smiled as he ruffled Kurt's hair, much to the annoyance of his son. "Safe journey home."

"Bye Dad." Kurt hugged his father and then followed Santana and Rachel onto the train station platform.

Kurt hadn't seen Puck downstairs when he left the room, not that he actually expected to. Nor had he seen or heard from him the next day, although Puck did actually end up emailing him his script. Kurt had spent February 15th with his father, Carole and Finn, the latter was in his own happy world. He and Rachel obviously did the nasty at the wedding. It was a lovely day of catch up where Kurt went through all of his fathers medical papers to see how the radiation therapy was coming along for his dad's prostate cancer and ended up making a loving meal with Carole for the family to enjoy. All in all, it had been a perfect weekend for Kurt and it only got better when Kurt rested in his bed at night and read through Puck's screenplay. Which was oddly compelling, silly and adorable and had Kurt in stitches. Much like the man himself.

Kurt was going away from Lima with a new found respect for Noah Puckerman. Not only was he a fantastic lover but as the wedding proved, he was also good company. Kurt liked to think that if things were different, that he and Puck may have even been friends once upon a time, for now he appreciated Puck as a person after getting to know him intimately.

"Well that was an eventful weekend, if I do say so myself." Santana smirked as they sat on the train station bench and waited for their train back to New York. "Just the thing I needed to deal with you two brats when we get home." she smiled and nudged Kurt and Rachel in the ribs.

"Apart from me losing the bouquet at the end of the evening, it was the perfect wedding." Rachel sighed blissfully, before frowning slightly. "Oh and also the whole, jilted at the alter thing."

All three of them burst out laughing loudly, startling an old couple sitting a few feet away.

"So, I know I'm going to regret asking this, but how was Quinn?" Kurt asked Santana.

"Surprisingly tight for a MILF." Kurt cringed and then began chuckling again while Rachel looked completely mortified. "And how was Mr. Puckerman?" Santana asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Very satisfactory." Kurt answered honestly. "One shall be sending him compliments in the mail." he joked, putting on an English accent.

"So what are you going to do about Adam?" Rachel asked, the accent obviously jogging her memory.

"I don't know. I like him and all, but I'm enjoying the single life. It's fun. It's exciting."

"He sounds like Puck!" Rachel mock gasped and put a hand over her chest. Santana snorted with laughter, sending the other two along with her. "I think we can all agree that what happens in Lima, stays in Lima."

"Agreed!" Santana and Kurt chorused.

"You know, I've just realized that all three of us have made out with Puck." Santana sighed.

"Don't remind me." Rachel giggled.

"We should all probably get tested actually." Santana declared with pseudo seriousness, causing them once again, to burst out laughing. The old couple did the wise thing and moved down the platform.

"To the three Pucketeers!" Kurt rose an imaginary glass in the air and the other two, still choking on giggles, rose their arms too.

As the train pulled up, all three of them jumped aboard, chuckling the whole time and even when the train left the station, they continued to howl in laughter at their own jokes, each one of them oblivious to the sight of Noah Puckerman running down the train station platform with Rachel's bouquet in his hand, shouting Kurt's name to the departing train.