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WARNINGS: Well, not really a warning (sorry!) but just wanted to let you know that I posted two chapters at a time. So make sure not to skip the previous one, which is the chapter 8!
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Kurt was lying on his bed, clothes scattered around him. He didn't know what to wear. It was one week after Blaine's declaration, but Kurt, for some reason, wanted desperately to look good for Blaine. Oh, he tried before, but now, the desire to be loved, wanted by his now boyfriend and having his approval was more than important. They decided to go for lunch with Santana and Mercedes in a cute little café downtown. They approved of their union, as well as Blaine's brothers which were very enthusiastic, to say the least. He wanted to see Beatrice and tell her himself, because over the past month, even though they weren't as close as he was with Santana and Mercedes, she was always friendly and showed him her millions clothes in a closest that was as large as his own apartment. Blaine always seemed reluctant to talk about his sister, but he gushed about his brothers all the time. ''She's a little brat, Kurt,'' he once said to Kurt. ''But if she's cool with you, then it's all good.'' And he was just so obsessed with her beauty and he truly believed, like she said before, that she'll make it in New York with her model career.
''Kurt!'' she greeted him when he walked down the hall. He turned around and smiled at her. ''Hi, Beatrice!''
''I hope I don't bother you,'' she said.
''No, not at all. I was just going out with Blaine, Santana and Mercedes. You want to join us?'' Her brown eyes flashed with something that Kurt didn't see, before they were back with their usual warmth.
''No, thanks. I didn't see you all week and I just wanted to tell you how… happy, I am for you and Blaine.''
Kurt smiled, truly pleased to see that people really like the idea of them together. Kurt seemed to notice that Beatrice studied him critically before she took his hand and led him to her big room that Kurt already saw.
''Well, now that you're here, I need your help. You know, there's this cocktail every year. Blaine told you about it?''
''Yes,'' Kurt nodded. ''We're going. Santana makes the food for the event,'' At her name, Beatrice's eyes flashed again with something unrecognisable.
''Well, we better make our own lunch,'' she laughed, trying to pass it as a joke, but Kurt didn't know if she was serious or not, so he laughed awkwardly. ''Anyways, I can't choose between those dresses,'' she said, gesturing to two dresses on her bed. One of the dresses was transparent black and only her breasts and her –private- part was hidden by some laces. The other one was all white and it was all made of laces and it discovered the back, so the two dresses didn't give room to the imagination. Kurt's eyes grew wide.
''Uhm… those two are really gorgeous…''
''But?'' she prompted.
''But it's a little… underdressed, don't you think?''
''Honey, I heard they were a lot of designers that are going to be there. They need to see my body and what I can offer.''
Kurt didn't think that way but he nodded anyways, wanting to just flee the room to be with his boyfriend. As much as he liked the girl, she always seemed to study him when she thought he wasn't looking and it unnerved him.
''I like the white one better. It's classier for a cocktail, that is'' he said, instead of choosing the word slutty.
''The white it is, then.'' She concluded, smiling warmly at him.
When he walked away, Beatrice watched him go with pure disgust in her now cold eyes. The warmth was gone.
-X-
Kurt was walking at a fast pace and he was lost in his thought –about how going somewhere completely new could change a person, when he hit someone as he turned a corner.
''Ouch!'' he said. ''I'm sorry, I'm so sorry'' he apologized when he just realized what was happening.
''Geez, Hummel. You've made of steel, or what?''
''I'm so…'' he now took the time to lift his head from the ground and looked at the other person and screamed, full of mirth and joy before he jumped in the arms of the man in front of him. The leather jacket smells like home and his and the sound of his dirty boots hitting the ground brought a sense of familiarity that he didn't know he had missed.
''Puck!'' he exclaimed as he held his friend tightly.
''God damn, it's good to see you again.'' Puck said in his deep and grave voice.
''What are you doing here?'' Kurt asked once he was released from Puck's hold. He was curious, but also annoyed that his friends didn't listen to him and didn't let him go like he said in his message. But the happiness and the relief to see a familiar face in a foreign country overcome the annoyance.
''To take your ass back home,'' he said in his rude voice. Kurt shook his head frantically.
''I'm not going home, not now.'' He huffed indignantly.
''Of course you are, smart ass. Rachel is going nuts. She was already crazy when we were in high school, and now, she's even worse! And don't let me start with your dad. You've never left the country before, so how do you think he felt when you were gone?'' A deep frowned came upon Puck's tan face; he was worried. ''Dad doesn't know where I am and… wait, how did you know I was there?'' he asked and Puck shrugged one leathered shoulder.
''Your bills and everything about this hotel's reservation was on your kitchen table. You suck at hidden stuff, you know?''
''Anyways,'' he said, irritated. ''What's done is done. I'm not going home right now.''
''Why!'' he said, his bad boy attitude showing but It didn't scared Kurt off like a few years ago. ''You had your fun in this god-damned hotel and now, I'm going to kick you square in the butt and you won't need a freaking plane to go to America.'' At this point, he was yelling and scandalized people were watching them. He turned around to fix them with one of his murderous glares. ''What? You want a picture or you wanna kiss my ass?'' he said to the people and they scurried off, murmuring among them.
''Noah! Keep your voice down!'' Kurt said between gritted teeth and he tried to guide Puck somewhere more private.
''Burt couldn't leave the work, so he told me to get you'' Puck said in a softer voice. Kurt led him in a more seclude area and Puck sat down on a chair and put his feet with his dirty boots on a café table. Kurt hurried off to push his feet off the table.
''Your manners, Noah.'' He signed.
''What manners, Hummel?''
''You'll screw things up. I've waited all of my life to be there and…''
''Oh, I know, smart ass. You're so obsessed with that Lopez chick that if I didn't know you like dicks instead of pussies, I'd think you'd want to bang her,'' he said it in a normal voice, but his deep voice echoed though the hall and people looked in their direction with curious and disdain glances. ''But I don't blame ya. I only watch her show because of that ass. '' He stood up and grabbed Kurt's wrist in a vice grip, but he didn't seem to know how tightly it was as he tried to guide Kurt to the big stairs.
''Now, come on. Pack your shit and we'll leave,''
''No,'' Kurt said forcefully, but Noah didn't seem to hear him. His features were replaced by a scowl.
''It's not the time, nor the place to act like a fucking child, Kurt,''
''No!'' Kurt exclaimed. Puck stopped in his track as he let go of Kurt's wrist.
''I promised your dad I will bring you back.'' Puck said in a severe voice.
''And I appreciate it, Noah. Really, I do. You're a good and caring friend, but I want to stay,'' he said in a trembling voice. He looked up at her friend, because Puck had walked up some stairs.
Kurt dropped his gaze and fixed the polish tiles. ''I-I guess you deserve an explanation why I'm here, then.'' He said with a chocking voice. He was dreading this moment, but he needed to say it.
Puck fixed him with a serious gaze before dropping on the stairs and sitting there. Kurt couldn't bring himself to say that he couldn't sit in the middle of the marble stairs.
''That you're gonna die?'' Puck said like it was nothing. Kurt looked at his old friend, tears in his eyes and hurt by the lack of concern his friend showed towards him. Before he could speak though, Puck smirked. ''Hell, Kurt, you should've stick one more day before leaving for the luxurious life,'' he said as he saw the big chandelier hanging on the ceiling.
''What-what do you mean?'' he said in a weak voice.
''I mean, that the doctor called you. I wanted to crash at your place, but you weren't here and the phone rang. He said he mixed up files and an 80 year old man called Kurt Pumel was the one with the tumor. You have nothing. We want to go and find you, but we didn't know where you were, until I found the bills.''
''I… I don't have cancer?''
''Nope.'' The self-satisfied smirk Puck threw his way was enough for Kurt to tackle him, not giving a care in the world about the others.
''Oh my god, Puck!'' he screamed, overjoyed.
''So… going home?'' Puck asked and he calmed down.
''No. I… I love it, here.''
''Yeah, but you can't live here forever!''
''I… have someone special, here… I don't want to leave just yet. And I have amazing friends, Noah. Just give me some time.'' Puck signed.
''Well, if a round-ass was worth your attention, then… Well, I hope you are getting some.''
''Noah!'' he hissed.
''Fine, fine. But I'm staying with you,''
''Wha…''
''Do you think I will leave you alone? Besides, your old man would kill me,''
Puck was already ahead of him, looking the behind of a woman and whistled. He only had time to hear ''Those European chicks are really hot,'' Kurt shook his head but fallowed his friend with a small smile, happy to see something familiar for a change.
-X-
''So let me get this straight… you are here because you thought you were going to die because of a cancer but your friend…'' Blaine looked at Puck who was chewing big bite of a turkey sandwich, ''comes here and told you that you have nothing.''
''Exactly,'' Kurt said nervously ''I didn't say anything to you because… because I just wanted to forget about it and just live as normally as possible. I didn't want you to pity me and befriend me just for it.'' There was a pause, in which Blaine looked at Kurt questionably. ''I was about to tell you everything, Blaine. I swear I was going to,''
''Santana and Mercedes know, though.'' Blaine said, looking at his two friends across the table. Santana was watching Puck, not giving a care in the world and Mercedes got a guilty look.
''I'm sorry.'' Kurt apologized. To his surprise, Blaine gave him a reassuring smile.
''I'm just glad you're okay.'' He whispered and gave him a peck on the cheek and Kurt was blushing, relief washing all over his body.
The rain was pelting on the windows of the café downtown that Kurt wanted to try and a fresh breeze passed through the door every time someone opened it. The café was cozy and warmth and with this weather, this atmosphere was welcome. He introduced his friend, whom wasn't shy to look Santana up and down with a smirk. Kurt didn't waste any time when their food arrived to talk about the latest news- his health.
Yes, there was this chance that Blaine will be angry, leave, even, but he wanted to come clean.
''So, Puck, is it your real name?'' Blaine asked when they changed the topic, not wanting to dwell on a depress matter with the What ifs. Blaine was trying to sound interested even though he couldn't give a flying fuck. He admitted that that Puck guy was attractive, if you were into the whole bad boy-type with muscles. But Blaine was more into lean bodies, like Kurt, Sebastian…
He almost didn't hear Puck's reply when he recalled his last night with Sebastian's company.
''No one will see, shh...'' Blaine said as he kissed Sebastian's neck.
''I want you so bad. But are you sure…''
''Kurt isn't here, don't worry.'' Blaine said as he straddled Sebastian as he kissed his chest. Sebastian arced off the bed….
''It's Noah, actually'' Puck said as he drank his beer. ''But Puck is more badass. The only one, who can call me Noah, is that little man here,'' He said, pointing to Kurt across the table. Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hand under the table, squeezing gently.
''You know him since how long?'' Mercedes asked, picking some French fries from her plate.
''High school. Good shit happens. At first, I hate his guts and…''
Rachel and Finn graduated one year earlier than them. Puck should have graduate at the same time, but he failed his senior year- which was good, because they became great friends. Puck didn't see Kurt as the younger brother of his friend anymore, but more like an equal. They hang out without the fact that other people would come, too. When they graduate, Kurt fallowed Finn and Rachel in New York and Puck stayed here, working with the pools again, until he found Ohio quite boring and decided to tag along in the Big Apple. Once there, he worked at some places –legal or not- and didn't have a real home, so he spent the last few months sleeping on Kurt's couch or at Finn and Rachel's, even though Rachel hated it.
''But what can you do, right? Rachel is a little brat anyways. So I sleep here, Finn's my buddy.'' He said, shrugging.
''You can have your own place,'' Santana dead-panned.
''I'm jobless, sexy. Unless you want to offer me your place, I'll make sure to rock your world, baby.''
''Unless you have a vagina, I'm not interesting.'' Santana retorted.
''And you, gorgeous.'' He said, looking at Mercedes, ignoring Santana's last comment. ''Your black curves make me go wild.'' He said in a seductive tone.
''Puck, drop it.'' Kurt said, glaring at his friend. He ignored him and winked at Mercedes who was looking down at her plate, shyly but clearly affected by Puck's forwardness.
''…So Puck, where do you stay?'' Blaine asked politely.
''Don't know. I didn't plan to stay here for long, dude. Just to drag back his slimy little ass home and that's it.'' Blaine nodded. ''Then, I'll have you a room at the Casablanca's. One of the kings room, near Kurt's.'' His boyfriend shot him a look, surprised.
''Really?'' Kurt asked; hope in his voice and in complete adoration of his boyfriend to take such good care of someone he barely knew.
''Really,'' Blaine repeated with a kiss on Kurt's temple. ''Your friends are my friends, Kurt.'' He looked at Puck and he nodded after studying Blaine as a sigh of approval.
''Thanks, bro,'' Puck finally said. ''I won't live under a bridge tonight, then,'' Puck joked, but Kurt knew he was serious- he did that on several occasions when he was too drunk to find his way home or if Rachel refused to let him use the couch because she wanted one of her special night with Finn. And Puck didn't want to stay and hear that.
A few hours later, there were still at the café, drinking refill upon refill of scalding hot coffees and just talking about Kurt's and Puck's anecdotes when they were in high school or general topics. Laughter could be heard all around the small café and people could see they were having a good time. Despite Puck's flirt, Kurt appreciated the snarky comments of Puck and Santana; it was a nice bland of bitchiness. Puck was easy to talk to, once you let go of the macho attitude, so Kurt wasn't nervous about the conversation beginning to get awkward.
''So,'' Puck said after taking a big gulp of his beer. ''I heard there's this big party that ya'll invited too,''
''It's just something the hotel organizes each year. People dance, drink and just socialize. They will be an orchestra. Hans Zimmer promised to be here,'' Blaine said excited.
''Wow,'' Puck said dryly. ''It must be so fun'' Kurt glared at him and kicked him under the table. The Mohawk man just smirked and looked at his friend with mirth in his brown eyes. ''What, Kurt? I'm just sayin' that a real party is when you get down every Friday night, dancing and grinding in the pale moonlight.''
Blaine got a curious look on his face.
''And stop replying Lana Del Rey's lyrics.'' Kurt said firmly, wanting to just stop this conversation.
''I mean, I don't have anything about little rich kids talking about their last golden bathtub they received for their birthday, but in my book, that's not a real party. You'll have fun, sure, but not the real shit,'' Puck concluded. Santana looked interested by what he was saying and Mercedes looked torn by agreeing with this man or siding with Blaine who looked annoyed by Puck's remarks. He knew how to party. He always got into the finest clubs and flirted with everyone. Of course, those parties weren't wild and extreme, but he liked it that way. He was an A-list persona and born and raised in a good and rich family, so he knew manners and parties that got taste. He didn't need to attend one of those parties that people embarrassed themselves with disgusting sweaty bodies and cheap beers. Of course, he liked to get sweaty, but in the bedroom. His parties were VIP with only the exclusive people could go in, so that Puck character didn't know what he was talking about, Blaine reasoned.
''Kurt knows what I'm talking about, right, Hummel?'' Kurt sent him a warning look, but Puck chose to ignore it.
''I don't know what he's talking about,'' Kurt replied nonchalantly. Puck shook his head and looked at the three curious faces around him, looking exciting like he was about to say some big gossip that no one knew about. It was true, anyways.
''My bro here used to go to some rave in New York. Sometimes I went with him and OMG, that guy knew how to move his junk.''
''Puck!'' Kurt hissed back.
''What? It's true.'' He shrugged, and then looked directly at Blaine. ''Anyways, I bet the raves we have are more fun than your cocktail thingy,'' Puck concluded and smirked as he saw Blaine shooting him daggers. He will dig, he thought. He will dig until he was certain that that man was good enough for Kurt.
''They're just classier, not the less fun,'' Mercedes said, trying to defend his friend who was dumbstruck by Puck's bluntness. Blaine was now really annoyed, but he didn't show it. Kurt's friends are his friends, Kurt's friends are his friends, Kurt's friends are his friends….
''That's you opinion, and I respect that.'' He said with a winning smile. ''Say whatever you want,'' he concluded, looking to Kurt to show that his friend's cockiness didn't affect him in the least. ''I propose a toast,'' he said, raising his coffee that he ordered. They all did the same. ''To Kurt for being here,'' he said, giving his boyfriend a loving look, ''and to his friend to join us.'' He said, looking at Puck. ''I'm sure we'll get along,'' he concluded with a smirk before drinking the hot liquid.
-X-
''I'm sorry about him,'' Kurt said as he was laying on Blaine's bed. The later fallowed him after taking his vest off, leaving him only in a white V-neck. He took Kurt's hand in his own and held tight.
Blaine chuckled lightly. ''No, he's fun. Don't worry about him. He seems like a cool guy.'' Kurt hummed, and then spoke again.
''He says what he thinks.''
''That remind me of Santana.''
''True,'' Kurt laughed and tapped lightly on Blaine's chest. ''But thank you for the room. He'll never say that, but he's really thankful.''
''My pleasure. I can't really have him sleeping under a bridge, hun?''
Kurt shrugged. ''It's still nice. You're a good man, Blaine Anderson,''
There was a pause, until Blaine said in a whisper. ''Believe me, I've done some horrible things in my life.'' He didn't notice he said that before it was out of his mouth and when he realized what he said, he was shocked to have said something like that.
''I forgive you for all the bad stuff you ever done,'' Kurt said lightly, not sensing the gravity of his words or what exactly Blaine had done in the past. He didn't know the half of it.
''You don't even…''
''It doesn't matter,'' Kurt concluded with a smile and leaned up to kiss Blaine lightly on the lips.
''I love you, and that's all that counts,'' When the words were out and Blaine's eyes grew wider, Kurt realized what he had said and proceeded to get out of the bed in a hurry, but Blaine's hand grabbed Kurt's wrist and he turned around, panicked written all over his pale complexion. ''I'm sorry, it's too soon, isn't it?'' Blaine found his voice and shook his head.
''No, no… of course not'' he managed to say. ''I love you too,'' he said a minute later and stood up to hug Kurt. His eyes were a bright shade of blue because of the tears, but he held Blaine as tightly as he could, afraid that this moment wasn't real. They spent their night together, just talking about anything, kissing and whispered sweet nothings. Everything was good.
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Yep. I added Puck, because besides Kurt and Blaine, my favorite male character on the show is obviously him. He's just so hilarious and I hope he's going to share the stardom in the last season alonside Rachel, Kurt, Blaine and the others for a last ride!
So, how do you like it? Like we say, shit's gonna hit the fan! Stay tune.
