:) Good god, it's been awhile, hasn't it?
For that, I sorely apologize. I've been MUY busy lately.
Enjoy!
"You stayed."
The words sounded garbled, like they somehow clung to his lips.
Noah reached out a hand, touching Kurt's rippling shoulder blade with his fingertips, not trusting his eyes enough to believe it was real.
He wondered why.
Why he was so incredibly lucky.
Why Kurt, despite the hurtful things Noah had said before, had decided that he was worth staying for.
Because love, he had decided long ago, wasn't always worth it.
"He loves you, you know."
Puck's eyes met Mercedes' across the table. He felt his heart jump into his throat, his hand clench around his black coffee. "That's funny, Mercedes, because he left me alone in this cow town. Without a phone call or text or letter or anything. I haven't had much experience with it, but I'm pretty sure that isn't love."
She pursed her lips. "Noah, he made a promise to himself."
She'd only recently began to call him by his real name, after he'd turned up on her doorstep, sobbing and searching desperately for Kurt. He shook his mug a little, watching the contents swirl. "Yeah, to leave the second he got that chance. I know. But was it really that hard to say goodbye?"
"Kurt's confusing; there are things that I don't understand. All I know is that he loves you, Noah. More than you or I can even begin to realize. Okay?"
He hadn't really believed her, not then.
Now, though, he realized that maybe he had been wrong.
Because Kurt loved him.
Kurt needed him.
Kurt wanted to be with him.
Kurt had just hoped that it wasn't visible.
Noah felt Kurt shift in his arms, felt his fingers find Noah's face, felt a kiss being pressed onto his jaw. Noah's arms tightened around the soprano, pulling him close, basking in the warmth of the water and the heat from Kurt's body.
Kurt's hands peeled off Noah's soaked tee shirt, fingertips hungrily racing over his skin, before Noah's lips crashed down on his, ardent and starving.
They moved together, exploring like they had just discovered each other, racing to feel that wholeness again, racing to hear each other moan.
For the first time, Noah felt like Kurt was finally his.
Noah, for the first time in what felt like years, was incredibly, unabridged, passionately happy.
He just hoped it was visible.
Sorry it's short.
More later.
xoxo.