Author's note: I did not intend to keep you waiting, it just happened! I wrote a fluffpiece called Landing at 10 pm and another chapter for How to successfully melt an Ice Queen, both very purtilicious. Here's chapter 11! Jeez, I can't believe I've actually written eleven chapters... Though, this one is short.

"Holy shit..."

Finn had made a point not to stare at Kurt, because, well... it might give him the wrong ideas, but when his sort of stepbrother stepped through the door, he could not help himself. Quite frankly, he looked like crap. He did not quite know how to identify the substance covering Kurt's clothes. Now, he was not sure, but... it might be poo.

"Is that poo?" he blurted out with wide eyes.

Kurt's eyebrows creased in momentary confusion, before he seemed to realize what the hell Finn was talking about.

"Don't be silly, Finn. It's ice-cream", he replied in a matter-of-factually manner while he undid his dirty boots. He made it make so much sense, that Finn almost dropped the subject, completely satisfied with his answer.

"Oh... Why do you have ice-cream on your clothes?"

"Well, I ate an ice-cream and I got some on my clothes."

Kurt walked past Finn with a polite smile and he seemed to hurry towards the safety of his basement. Worry and suspicion gnawed at Finn's inside, because something was not right. It did not make any sense.

"You don't eat ice-cream."

"Yes, I do. Everyone eats ice-cream, Finn."

"No, you say it makes you fat because it has a lot of bad stuff in it."

"Oh, but a small treat of frozen delight from time to time can't hurt", Kurt smiled sweetly, hands interlaced while he tilted his head to the side. Finn knew that look. He used that one whenever he wanted something from his dad. "I'll just calculate my new calorie intake into my daily exercise routine and eat more salad than pasta for dinner."

"Uhm... right... But you don't get stuff on your clothes. I get stuff on my clothes, you don't", Finn persisted with a firm belief that whatever Kurt was saying right now, it was not the entire truth. He did not quite understand all of what that diet thing was about, but it was not the truth. Another crease had appeared upon Kurt's face, now in between his eyebrows. If Finn had known the word, he would have said that he looked exasperated.

"Finn, please. Just drop it."

"No, I... Did Puck do this to you? Did he throw you in the dumpster?"

Kurt had to grip the hems of his shirt tightly, keep his hands occupied, so he would not strangle him. True, during an embarrassing long time span of his life, he had found Finn's slow and persistent mind absolutely adorable, but things had changed drastically. Now he only wanted him to stay out of his business before someone got seriously hurt.

"Of course he didn't!" he snapped quickly and did not pause to think about the fact that a week earlier, Puck had in fact tossed his body effortlessly into a container filled with garbage. But that had been Puck. Not Noah. "For your information, he was a perfect gentleman." Minus the ice-cream facial he had gotten. Finn looked perplexed.

"Dude... are you sure you're talking about Puck?"

Kurt threw his hands up in the air in an exasperated gesture before angrily retreating down to his basement, ignoring his so called "big brother" and his silly questions.

Noah's soon to be dead truck came to an abrupt halt outside the Hummel-Hudson residence and Kurt seriously questioned if that had been Noah's intention, or if it had just died on him conveniently outside the right house. Kurt slumped down in his seat, unwilling to part from him just yet. It had been a comfortable silence within the car since the jock confessed that he knew when his birthday was. Kurt had severe problems with not smiling. None of the questions he had promised himself to ask, the most important one being "what are we doing?", had been asked, but he was still satisfied.

"You ruined my clothes", he said, with no annoyance or anger in his voice.

"You had it coming, princess", Noah retorted.

He had regained some of his otherwise radiating confidence and smiled cheekily towards him with a mischievous glimmer in his warm eyes. How could Kurt have managed to miss how beautiful this boy was? He must have been blind.

"If you insist on calling me for some kind of female royalty, I prefer queen", Kurt fired back and moved his hand to adjust his bangs. He was interrupted mid motion by a larger hand enveloping his own. His blueish green eyes turned to Noah in surprise and with an unspoken "what?".

"Your hair is fine... Queen Kurt."

Kurt eyed himself up in his bathroom mirror, like he had done a few days ago, to really memorize the difference he felt within. He had thought that it would have been more visible in his outer contours, his soft lines. He saw nothing. Nothing, except the chocolate stains across his clothing and his disorderly hair. Even the bruises were almost gone, he realized when he slowly pulled one garment after the other off his body. His eyes missed them, his mind missed the memory they had brought with them. Light fingertips traced the almost completely faded remnants across his hips. He dearly hoped Noah would replace them.

"You should go. Finn is staring at us."

Kurt looked up swiftly, instantly meeting Finn's suspicious eyes through the kitchen window. Realizing that he had been noticed, he tried to crouch down beneath the window, but he was so tall that Kurt still could see the top of his head.

"Let him stare", Kurt said defiantly, turning his head back towards Noah.

An amused chuckle left his company.

"You know, Hummel... You're really kind of badass."

"Oh please, did you realize that just now?"

Another warm chuckle, which made Kurt's heart flutter happily.

"I kind of did", Noah murmured when he leaned towards him, one hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Kurt could not avert his eyes from his lips, dazed by the gentleness of his hand and the contrast it had to his dark tone. "And it kind of turns me on."

His breath hitched in his throat and for a moment or two, he struggled to figure out how exactly he was supposed to breathe. His reply came a few seconds later than a normal reply.

"I'm bad to the bone, baby."

The last thing he saw before their lips crashed was Noah's broad smile.

Kurt had gotten out of the car after stealing one last kiss and hurried across his front yard with a fruity wave in Noah's way, his satchel flinging back and forwards along his side. Noah knew that he had said it before, but man, look at that ass. How come that he never had seen that before? The Lord knows Kurt had done enough ass shaking in front of him, with all of those dance routines they did in Glee. He really should pay more attention during those. He threw one last glance at Kurt's retreating back. He was practically skipping. Smiling to himself, he forced the truck into motion.

Author's note: I'm feeling a bit restless. Do you have any prompts or ideas for a new Purt or Kinn story? Would you like to give it to me? Pretty please? I'll give you a hug!

I'm writing a pretty angsty hurt/comfort/romance story, starring Noah Puckerman and Kurt Hummel and I'm looking for some help. Would you like to help me? Send me a message!

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