Waking up the next morning, Kurt was fairly certain he'd completely dreamed last night. There was no way he was now currently dating Noah Puckerman.
Grabbing his phone to turn his alarm off, Kurt was stunned to see he had a text from a "Puckzilla."
Remembering how he had let Noah type his number into his phone, Kurt made a mental note to type in people's numbers instead of letting them do it themselves.
Flipping open his phone, Kurt froze in horror at the message from Noah.
"Good morning, babe. Hope you're ready to become McKinley's most powerful couple today "
Kurt tried to think of an excuse as to why he'd want Noah to keep their relationship a secret. He didn't think the football player would approve of, "I think we should hide our feelings for each other because I'm only dating you to win a bet and I kind of feel bad about it."
Perhaps the other boy would agree to stay in the dark to protect his reputation. If it was Finn, Kurt knew he'd totally be able to play that card, but his gut was telling him Noah didn't give two shits about his reputation anymore, as long as people still thought he was a badass.
Kurt laid in bed as he brainstormed ideas. His stomach growled loudly, telling him he was in need of his morning fruit smoothie and low fat bagel. Thinking of food, Kurt suddenly had an idea. Texting Noah back a quick, "Let's skip Spanish and I'll make you breakfast?" he jumped into the shower, praying the older boy would go along with his plan.
Smiling to himself after the jock agreed, Kurt continued getting ready after texting Noah his address.
An hour later, just as he finished putting the final touches on his hair, Noah knocked on the front door. Walking up the basement stairs, Kurt rushed to the door and opened it. The boy had impeccable timing; two minutes earlier and he would have arrived at the same time Finn had left. That would have been extremely awkward and tense.
Noah stood on his porch, wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, a black fitted ACDC shirt, and a leather jacket over it. Kurt had to admit the jock projected an image of a total badass. He laughed to himself at what his peers would say if they knew just how incorrect that image was. Not only was he gay, but Noah seemed to be completely whipped by an eight year old girl.
"Hey beautiful." Kurt blushed at Noah's compliment, opening the door wider to allow the jock to enter.
Noah placed a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek, intensifying Kurt's blush. He really could get used to this kind of treatment.
Kurt stood behind the older boy as he helped him take off his coat, using all the time he had to check out the way Noah's muscles rippled through his shirt as he moved. Kurt practically had to stop himself from drooling.
"Is there anything specific you want me to make for you? We have bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and bagels," Kurt asked as Noah put his backpack on the floor by the door.
Noah shrugged. "I'm not really a picky eater. Plus I'm sure anything you make is delicious, princess."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.
"I told you, I prefer Queen. It's much more suitable to my standards." Kurt began cracking several eggs in a bowl, adding in a bit of milk and pepper for extra flavor. He was glad his dad had left early to go to the shop and wouldn't be home until right before dinner. He knew the older man wouldn't approve of him skipping school, especially if it involved spending extra time with a boy who used to bully him.
"Queen doesn't roll off the tongue like princess does, sorry dear," Puck commented, sitting down at the kitchen table to watch Kurt cook.
"Well, fine then. I'll just have to come up with a little nickname for you. Preferably something really embarrassing."
Noah scoffed. "I am a stud. I don't get embarrassed."
"I highly doubt that, Mr. Puckerman. What if I told the whole school that your eight year old sister had you absolutely and undoubtedly wrapped around her little finger?
Not hearing a response from Noah, Kurt continued to cook breakfast, feeling a bit smug that he had rendered the other boy speechless.
He jumped in surprise when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. Noah nuzzled his face into Kurt's neck, mumbling something Kurt couldn't quite hear.
"Mmm, what was that?" Kurt asked, moving his neck to the right to give Noah better access.
Noah trailed kisses up Kurt's neck before stopping to nibble on his ear.
"No one would believe you," he paused, letting his breath tickle Kurt's ear, "Princess."
At Noah's last word, Kurt laughed, pushing the other boy away from him.
"You better let me finish cooking in peace unless you want to eat burnt eggs and sausage for breakfast."
"That sounds tasty." Noah grabbed the bread that Kurt had set on the counter and began making French toast. Kurt was impressed by the way Noah started cooking without an order to do so; Finn never offered to help cook. He always sat on the couch while Kurt slaved away in the kitchen with Carole.
Ten minutes later, the two sat down for their meal at the table. Kurt decided to try Noah's toast first, and was pleasantly surprised it tasted a hell of a lot better than he ever imagined.
"Who taught you to cook?" Kurt asked in between bites of toast.
"I taught myself over the years. My mom worked weird shifts sometimes, so I was the only one home to cook for myself and Sarah," Noah explained, eating his food way more properly then Finn did, Kurt noted. The quarterback practically inhaled his meals. It was a gruesome sight to behold.
Kurt nodded in understanding, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence as they finished their meal.
A loud buzzing noise interrupted their meal. Noah took his phone out of his pocket and laughed loudly at the text he just received.
"Figgins is trying to suspend Brittany for hatching a duck in her locker," Noah explained at Kurt's raised eyebrow.
"Again?" Kurt felt bad for the girl. He knew she meant well, but he seriously didn't understand why the cheerleader had such an attraction to raising birds in her locker.
"Yeah, apparently a janitor heard it quacking this morning before school. He opened it with a crowbar and found a duckling in there. They won't let Brittany keep it either, said it needed to be kept in the wild."
"She must be devastated," Kurt commented, wondering if he should text her to see how she was doing.
"Quinn said Santana's on a rampage. She's trying to get Coach Sylvester to intervene."
"That is something I'm not too upset about missing." Kurt shuddered at the idea of getting in Coach's way. She may be a total bitch, but she wasn't one to tolerate things that made her prized Cheerios upset. Unless it involved being pregnant or some other condition that made one unable to cheer, but that was a different story.
Noah finished his meal and began piling the dishes into the sink.
"You don't have to do that, Noah. You're a guest here; I can do the dishes when I'm done."
"It's not a problem," Noah responded over the run of the water, "Besides, we don't want to be late for second period. We just need to avoid Ms. Sylvester."
Kurt frowned at this from his spot at the table. His first plan had worked perfectly. They had skipped part of the morning, but he really hadn't thought of what to do past that. It was awkward having this sort of "talk", considering the fact that he didn't know how Noah would react.
Making up his mind, Kurt stood up from the table and brought his plate over to the sink.
"You know, I don't really feel like going to school today. Can we just hang out here for the rest of the day?" Kurt questioned, trying to ignore the way Noah seemed to stiffen at his words.
"But don't you want to make our big debut as a couple today? I thought you would enjoy being the most talked about boy in school," Noah countered.
God damn, Noah was going to make this tough. Kurt was going to have to pull out all the stops if he wanted to keep their relationship secret.
He gently placed his hand on Noah's hip, guiding the other boy to turn and face him.
"Well you see," he purred in what he hoped was his most seductive voice, "I thought we could just spend some time together." He stepped closer to Noah so that their chests were touching, and looked up at the taller boy, "You know, just the two of us… Alone."
He mentally congratulated himself as he watched Noah's eyes darken with lust, and he knew he had won, at least temporarily.
"I had a feeling you wouldn't want to share me today," Noah boasted, softening his cocky words by lightly pushing Kurt's bangs away from his face, "So I brought something for us to do."
Kurt raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he watched Noah walk over to his backpack and pull out a large chunk of white mental.
"What the hell is that?" Kurt asked, praying it wasn't some sort of weird sex device Noah wanted to use on him. He tried to avoid hearing Noah's conquest stories he used to always share in the past, but he had gathered that the older boy was kind of kinky.
"Dude, you're kidding me right?" His jaw dropped at Kurt's blank expression. "This is an Xbox."
"Oh, I see," Kurt answered, wondering why Noah had stuffed the device in his bag. It's not like Kurt was actually interested in playing.
"And today I'm going to teach you how to play," Noah smirked at Kurt's amused expression.
He'd rather hang out with Rachel Berry all day than play mindless video games.
"Uh no, that's okay I think I'm good."
"I'll let you dress me in any outfit of your choice," Noah casually remarked, but added "Only in boys' clothes though," after seeing Kurt's excited expression.
"It's a deal Puckerman. But don't be surprised when I blow up your character," Kurt said, already planning the outfit Noah would look sexiest in. He didn't know much about playing video games, only what he heard on TV commercials or from various Neanderthals in the school hallways. He was just relieved this mini bet didn't require him to win; Noah would kick his ass any day…not that Kurt would ever admit such a thing.
"Where's your room?"
Noah had been a little disappointed that Kurt hadn't wanted to go to school today. He'd totally pictured the two of them striding into school, arms linked with sunglasses covering their faces (Aviators for him, some big designer chick glasses for Kurt) totally reveling in the shocked and scandalized faces of their peers.
He understood that Kurt was probably shy about coming out with him as his boyfriend. Their classmates were going to most likely harass them, wondering what kind of joke they were playing and how much money Kurt paid him to date the smaller boy (okay that might just be his ego talking there.)
He also recognized that Kurt would have to deal with Karofsky and his gang. In fact, the both of them would have to put up with the shit the hockey player always tried to deal out. Noah wasn't too worried about them; they'd only kicked his ass because it was three against one. But Noah could handle Karofsky one on one. The boy would be begging for mercy if he ever tried to hurt Kurt.
Noah had texted Kurt that morning, feeling like it was the type of thing good boyfriends do. He'd seen it on TV that girls just love waking up to texts from their man, so he figured Kurt probably would too. After reading that Kurt wanted him to skip their first period to eat breakfast together, Noah's intuition told him it wouldn't be the only class they'd miss that day.
Impulsively, he stuffed his Xbox into his backpack, deciding that Kurt needed some education on the finer things in life.
After a delicious breakfast, the two of them walked down the stairs of the basement to Kurt's room. Noah had dreamed of what Kurt's room would look like, and he was quite shocked at just how white the room was. There weren't any obnoxiously bright or girly colors like he'd expected.
"Doesn't Finn sleep in here too?" he blurted out after noticing there was only one bed. He'd seriously do some harm to Finn if the two of them shared a bed. He didn't think he could handle that.
"Uh, not anymore," Kurt answered shyly. "We kind of had an… argument, and he eventually moved up stairs after my dad cleared out a guest room."
Well that was interesting. Noah wondered what happened but could tell Kurt didn't really want to talk about it.
"If anyone ever does anything to hurt or bother you, just let me know and I'll kick their face in, okay Princess?" Puck turned around from plugging the Xbox into Kurt's TV to stare the other boy down.
"Yes, sir," Kurt mocked saluted, earning an eye roll from Noah.
"I'm serious, Kurt. No one messes with my boyfriend."
Noah walked up to Kurt and slid his fingers into Kurt's belt loop, tugging the boy closer.
"Hey, don't mess with the clothing, Puckzilla," Kurt mock scolded, laughing at Noah's surprised expression.
"I forgot I put that in your phone. It was either that, 'Puckasarus', or' Your Future Boyfriend'. I felt like Puckzilla was fitting and more mature than the boyfriend one."
"Oh, totally mature," Kurt replied sarcastically, giggling as Noah pushed him onto the bed.
Adjusting his position so his head rested on his pillow, Kurt pulled Noah on top of him, bringing the muscular jock in for their first real kiss.
Noah let Kurt set the pace of the kiss, completely turned on by how the soprano took control.
Entwining his arms around Noah's neck, Kurt held the boy close as he used his tongue to open the jock's lips. Noah submitted and their tongues fought for dominance.
Letting out a small moan, Kurt tugged at Noah's shirt, a sign that he wanted the jock to take it off. He readily obliged, straddling the soprano as he pulled the garment over his head. Noah made sure to take it off as slow as possible, teasing Kurt as he sexily rolled his hips, brushing their growing erections together and allowing the other boy to have a perfect view of his sculpted body.
Kurt roughly pulled Noah back down, attacking his neck with little bites as he made his way down to Noah's chest. Kurt tested Noah's nipple ring, gently tugging at it with his teeth before pulling harder as Noah's moans of approval increased.
Noah, not one to disappoint, easily grabbed Kurt's arms and held them over the boy's head with one of his hands. Kurt growled in protest and Noah smirked in response. Leaving a trail of kisses down Kurt's jaw line, he made his way down to the side of his neck, placing several kisses around one spot before biting down into Kurt's skin (but not enough to bleed, because Noah totally wasn't into that vampire shit.) Kurt moaned loudly, mumbling something that sounded a lot like "more" to Noah.
After letting go of Kurt's arms, the younger boy eagerly brought Noah in for another long kiss. While one hand cupped Noah's face, Kurt used his other hand to glide down Noah's toned stomach, stopping when he felt the waist band of the boy's jeans.
Noah was shocked out of his bliss as he realized that Kurt was trying to unbutton his pants. Without breaking the kiss, Noah grabbed Kurt's arm and guided it to wrap around his neck.
"What's wrong?" Kurt panted as he broke the kiss.
"Nothing is wrong; I'm just not ready to go that far." Noah explained calmly. He was beyond surprised that Kurt Hummel was trying to get in his pants; he would have bet that Kurt was more along the lines of a prude.
"You don't want to really be with me do you? This is just some kind of weird joke or experiment. Now that we've made out you've decided you'd rather be with a girl, haven't you?" Kurt yelled as he got off the bed and began pacing around the room.
"Is that what you've been thinking all this time?" Noah countered, shocked at Kurt's outburst. "You didn't want to go to school with me today because you thought I was just bullshitting you this whole time?"
Kurt nodded shyly, beginning to feel ashamed at his behavior. He never planned on telling Noah why he didn't want to come out as a couple, or at least part of the reason. He would NEVER tell Noah about the bet, not just because he swore to Mercedes that they'd keep it a secret, but because he didn't think the boy would approve of such a deceit. He knew he needed a reason to want to remain "in the closet" so to speak, but Kurt had decided to rely on his professional improvising skills instead of brainstorming yet another excuse.
"No, not bullshitting me," Kurt began to explain, "Just more that you were confused about what you really wanted, and you were using me to experiment."
"Kurt, I introduced you to my mom and my little sister. I wouldn't tell my family I was with you unless I was serious."
"Oh. True." Kurt sat down crossed legged on the foot of the bed, facing Noah who was leaning against the headboard. "But… I still don't understand."
"Why I don't want to go farther with you?"
Noah paused as Kurt mumbled a "Yeah."
"Kurt," Noah crawled down Kurt's queen sized bed until he sat crossed legged right in front of Kurt. Grasping the other boy's tiny hand, Noah hoped his explanation would satisfy Kurt. "I want to do this the right way. Just because we're dating now doesn't mean we should have sex right away. I want it to be special; I want to get to know you before we do anything else. And believe me, you have no idea how much I want to go farther with you. It kills me to hold back, but I want to do this as traditional as possible.
Kurt stared at Noah as the boy's explanation sunk in. He seriously felt like an idiot.
"I'm sorry I was such a whore, Noah."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, babe." Noah placed a kiss on the boy's forehead before standing up.
"Please don't go-"Kurt started.
"I'll be right back. I know how I can prove to you that my feelings are legit," Noah interjected.
Kurt waited anxiously on the bed as Noah exited the basement. He seriously felt like a total douche. He never intended to try and sexually assault the jock, but his hormones had completely taken over. All he could think was "more, closer, and harder" as he and Noah messed around on his bed.
The basement door opened and Noah bounded down the stairs, rousing Kurt out of his thoughts. The jock had apparently gone to his truck to get his prized guitar.
"I felt like you should get a special preview of the song I was going to sing for you in Glee," Noah said, shyly looking to the ground as he spoke, a blush vivid on his cheeks.
Kurt excitedly watched as Noah sat on his computer chair, strumming his guitar a few times as he prepared to sing.
Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
and there it goes
I think I've found my best friend
I know that it might sound more than
a little crazy but I believe
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
There's just no rhyme or reason
only this sense of completion
and in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I found my way home
I know that it might sound more than
a little crazy but I believe
A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I found you
Kurt clapped loudly, letting out a nice wolf whistle that Santana had taught him one day during Glee (she told him it'd help him get notice at the Adam Lambert concert he was going to be attending with Mercedes.)
As Noah placed his guitar against the desk, Kurt slid gracefully into his lap, planting a big kiss on the boy's lips.
"I'm sorry I doubted you, Noah. Tomorrow at school, we are going to walk the halls of McKinley like we're God's gift to this Earth and show the school just how fierce we can be. I'm proud to show you off as my boyfriend."
Noah beamed at him in response, pulling him in for a slow and sensual kiss.
A/N: Hope you liked it! I'm very excited for the next chapter! How is McKinley going to react? Dun dun dun DRAMA for sure :)!
For those of you who read my other story, "Don't Tell Me What to Do" it'll be updated within the next few days I hope. I need to take some time to think of what direction I want it to go in.
Reviews are loved and appreciated. I want to thank everyone who's reviewed so far. I enjoy reading everyone's thoughts and they encourage me to continue writing. You guys are the best.
Song = Savage Garden's "I Knew I Loved You"