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Chapter 10

Stepping back inside the gym, Santana and Brittany immediately returned to the dance floor while Finn headed towards the snack table. Dave, Blaine and Kyle were seated at a table together discussing football while Sebastian was ballroom dancing with Belle. Artie left his fiancée to dance with the man in leather pants while he and Mike chatted with Coach Beiste. Tina left her boyfriend to talk sports in favour of dancing with Mercedes, Rachel and Quinn.

"I think I'm gonna marry that boy," Sam said to Kurt and Puck with a dopey grin on his face as he gazed at Blaine from across the room.

Kurt wasn't sure what to say in response so he settled for smiling and forced himself not to mention that Sam had once wanted to marry Quinn.

"Marriage huh?" Puck asked. "That must mean the little dudes great in bed."

"Could you be any more unromantic?" Kurt asked elbowing Puck in the chest. "Marriage is a serious thing, Noah. A person doesn't decide to marry someone purely based on their bedroom performance. To marry someone you need to be in love. You have to want to spend the rest of your life together. You don't marry someone just because they're capable of giving you an orgasm."

"But it probably helps," Puck argued and Kurt rolled his eyes while Sam sniggered.

"He does have a point," Sam reasoned in Puck's defence. "If you don't have great sex with someone then your relationship probably won't last to reach a stage where you're ready to say you're in love and wanna get married." Kurt glared at Sam a little. "Of course I'm totally crazy in love with Blaine because of who he is as a person," Sam said hastily. "The awesome sex is just a bonus."

"Alright, Evans, spill," Puck ordered. "What's the kinkiest thing you and Blaine have ever done?"

"Noah," Kurt scolded. "You can't just ask people things like that? Honestly, you're worse than Santana."

"Oh please, Santana's only a filthy-minded bitch because of me," Puck declared. "Before I defiled her she was a little pussy-cat. Come on, dude," he encouraged Sam. "What kinky shit have you done?"

"Well," Sam grinned and Kurt eagerly leaned in to hear the story despite his earlier protest. "There was this one time I wore a sexy school-girl outfit for him." Kurt's eyes widened in surprise while Puck smirked as he looked Sam up and down, no doubt imagining what the blonde would look like in a short little skirt. "Blaine went kinda wild for that. He made me suck him off after he spanked me. Then he fucked me bareback with the school-girl skirt still on. And after he came inside me he moved his face down and licked it all back out. It was really hot."

"Damn," Puck commented looking over at Blaine, clearly surprised to hear the shorter man was so kinky. "And do you always bottom?" he asked Sam.

"Mostly," Sam nodded. "I have topped a couple of times but I really prefer to be the one getting fucked. Now come on, I shared so now it's your turn. What's the kinkiest thing you two ever did together?"

"Don't you dare," Kurt warned Puck as he opened his mouth to speak. "Anything that happened between us in the bedroom department is strictly private."

"Then I guess I'll just have to tell Sam about some of our adventures on the Choir Room piano," Puck said and Sam grinned while Kurt's eyes widened in horror. "In your dad's Garage, your car, my truck."

"Noah," Kurt hissed and Puck just smirked wider as he continued to list other places.

"The Janitor's Closet," Puck listed. "The Library, that one was fun," he told Sam. "We had to be quiet and Kurt can be such a noisy bitch. I had to shove his underwear in his mouth as a gag."

"Noah, please, just stop talking," Kurt begged.

"We had shower sex quite a lot, that was always fun," Puck continued. "And there was this one time I did him doggy-style in the backyard. And we did it in one of the pool's I was cleaning. Oh and you remember that Jacob kid?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"We totally snuck into his backyard and did it on his trampoline," Puck announced proudly. "It was our way of getting back at him for some lame-ass rumour he put on his blog about us."

"Thank you, Noah, that's enough," Kurt said pointedly, his cheeks burning red.

"You're gorgeous when you blush," Puck commented and Kurt shifted on his feet awkwardly, unsure how to respond to the compliment. "Later, dude," he said to Sam bumping fists with him before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek.

"He drives me insane," Kurt groaned as Puck moved away and invited Coach Beiste onto the floor for a dance.

"Did you guys really do it in the Library?" Sam asked.

"Only the once," Kurt admitted as he smoothed out his hair.

"Wow," Sam breathed. "I never would have thought you'd do something like that. Puck was a really lucky guy. When we were in High School I couldn't get any of my girlfriends to do more than make-out let alone get wild and do the nasty in a Library, or on cars, or in swimming pools. I couldn't even get past making-out and heavy-petting with Santana."

"Well she was in love with Brittany," Kurt pointed out. "And Quinn was President of the Celibacy Club. And Mercedes had self-respect. Not that I didn't," he added as an afterthought. "I just… being with Noah was wild, dangerous and exciting. He could always get me to do things that nobody else could. There was just something about him that made me let loose my inhibitions and not over-think everything. He helped me to live in the moment and have fun instead of stressing and worrying about the past or the future."

"Sounds like a great relationship," Sam said.

"It was," Kurt nodded with a smile.

"I think it still is," Sam replied. "Kurt, don't even try to deny it," he said when Kurt made to speak. "I was out there when you two were dancing with one another. I saw you kissing. It was hot, Kurt, really hot. The love, heat and chemistry you two had when you dated in High School… its still there, dude."

"I know," Kurt responded watching Coach Beiste spin Puck around. "I've spent five years trying to forget him, to get over him. It didn't work. I'm still crazy for him and I have no idea what to do about it."

"You want my advice?" Sam asked and Kurt nodded. "Don't think. Don't think about everything that went on in High School and don't think about the past five years you've spent apart. And don't think about tomorrow. Just live in the moment. Enjoy tonight. Have fun and just feel, no questions, no worries, no doubts and no what if's. Just act like a teenager again."

He dared to ruffle Kurt's hair, an action that earned him a most deadly glare, before he moved across the gym to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and steal numerous kisses from his lips.

"Such dorks," Kurt thought out loud as he watched Sam and Blaine, but he couldn't deny that they made an adorable couple. "Hey Britt," he smiled as he moved to the dance floor and stepped up beside Brittany and Santana. "Mind if I steal Santana for a little while?"

"Ok," Brittany said pressing a quick kiss to Santana's mouth before moving away to share a three-way slow-dance with Rachel and Quinn.

"Tonight is insane," Santana commented and Kurt could only nod in agreement. "I can't believe you were so worried about coming tonight. This reunion is awesome. Well, ok, it's actually kind of lame, but all of us being together again is just amazing. I might even go so far as to call it heart-warming. You know, if I actually had one of those things."

"You have a heart," Kurt told her. "I still think maybe it's located in your ass and often affected by your bowel movement, but you still have a heart."

"Brittany is so beautiful," Santana gushed. "And she's still so… so… so Brittany. I mean, she's different, we're all different, but she hasn't changed too much. Some people change and then they feel like complete strangers but Britt is still Britt."

"That's great," Kurt said.

"She tried looking me up in New York, you know," Santana informed him. "She wanted to surprise me, see if we could maybe work something out. But she got confused with all the travel arrangements and ended up in New Jersey instead."

"You two look beautiful together," Kurt said and Santana grinned. "You always did. But what's going to happen after tonight? Will you stay in touch?"

"Look, I have no idea what's going to happen," Santana answered. "Tonight feels magical and I'm not going to over-think things. I'm just going to enjoy whatever happens. Maybe things with Brittany will work out, maybe they won't. But at least we'll both have tonight."

"When you first saw Brittany tonight," Kurt asked. "You fell in love with her all over again, didn't you?"

"Hell, I never stopped," Santana replied.

"Neither did I," Kurt sighed as he swayed from side to side with the Latina. "I've tried to stop loving him. For five years. Five years I've tried to ignore these feelings and pretend they're not there but they are. And now I'm here and he's here and all the memories, all the feelings have flooded back in more intense than ever. Shit Santana, I'm so in love with him it actually hurts."

"So turn your brain off and think with your dick for once," Santana suggested. "If you want to march over there and kiss him or give him head in front of everyone then go for it. I could even give you some killer pointers. Sure, it's been a while since I've played with a cock but I still know what to do with one."

"I'm quite confident in my oral capabilities, thank you," Kurt told her. "And oral sex in front of an audience really isn't on my to-do list."

"Yeah, especially with Finn here," Santana said. "Him and his man-boobs are just such a turn-off."

"He doesn't have man-boobs," Kurt defended.

"Whatever," Santana shrugged. "Look, we live together. I can dance with your gay-ass any time. So I'm just going to ditch you and go and dance with Brittany. And remember what I said, think with your cock." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before finding Brittany again.

"Maybe you could work at Disneyland with me," Brittany suggested as she and Santana twirled one another about to the up-tempo song. "You could play Mulan, Pocahontas, Esmeralda and Jasmine."

"And I could bring Kurt," Santana said. "He'd be a great Pinocchio or Peter Pan."

"Or Bambi," they both said together sharing a laugh.

"Or maybe you could come to New York," Santana smiled. "You're an amazing dancer and you're great with children. You could help me run my dance class."

"Totally," Brittany nodded enthusiastically. "And Kurt can cook for us and help us pick out the best clothes."

"We could redecorate my bedroom," Santana said. "We can paint it any colour you want."

"We could combine our stuffed toy collections," Brittany replied. "I have so many Disney teddies now. I love them all so much, I couldn't leave them behind."

"We could play pranks on Kurt while he's sleeping," Santana said eagerly.

"We could stay up all night dancing and singing songs," Brittany responded. "We could get a pet cat."

"What happened to Lord Tubbington?" Santana asked and Brittany dropped her gaze to the floor.

"He was knocked down by a car four-hundred and seventy-two days ago," Brittany informed her.

"Oh Britt, I'm so sorry," Santana told her running a hand through the blonde woman's hair.

On a different part of the dance floor, Kurt stepped up behind Rachel, one arm circling round her tiny waist.

"Dance with me?" he asked and with her eyes to the ground she turned to wrap her arms around his neck. They slow-danced together despite the up-tempo number playing. "I really have missed you, Rachel," Kurt told her sincerely now that he finally had a chance to catch up with the Jewish woman properly.

"I've m-missed you too, Kurt," Rachel told him honestly, still not able to bring herself to look him in the eye. "N-not as much as Noah has of course."

Kurt couldn't help but notice Rachel's stutter. Hearing it was like a punch in the gut. He supposed it had developed over the past five years due to her lack of confidence. And an unconfident Rachel certainly wasn't something Kurt ever imagined he would witness. It also didn't escape his attention that his old friend wouldn't make eye-contact with him but he didn't call her out on it.

"Noah says you two have been living together for two or three years now," Kurt said in an effort to make conversation.

"Yeah," Rachel nodded. "He's really been there for me over the past few years. He's been s-such a good friend. I don't know what I'd have done without him. And you're living with Santana," Rachel actually laughed and the sound pulled on Kurt's heartstrings. "I never would have ima-imag-imagined that."

"It's weird to think that there was a time when Noah and Santana used to bully us both," Kurt commented. "Actually, Santana still kind of does. But over the years I've come to appreciate that at times, her vicious words are actually a sign of her affection. However if she is yelling at you in Spanish then she's really angry and out for your blood with plans to form your genitals into some kind of jewellery or wind-chime."

"That's… nice," Rachel responded and Kurt placed his fingers under her chin to tilt her face up so she'd look at him properly.

"Rachel," Kurt sighed staring down at her. "I am so sorr-"

"Don't," Rachel cut him off placing a finger over his lips. "Please j-just d-don't. You have no reason to apologise, Kurt, no reason at all."

"But I…" Kurt tried to say but Rachel shook her head refusing to listen.

"Kurt, please," Rachel sighed. "I-it hurts too much."

She cast her eyes to the ground again and Kurt pulled her closer. There was so much he wished to say. So much that he didn't even know where to begin if she was actually prepared to listen. New York hadn't just been his dream, it had been Rachel's too and he so desperately wanted to share it with her. He wanted to express his deep regret that she wasn't there to share his experience studying at NYADA. He wanted to give her detailed descriptions of what it was like living in the concrete jungle and tell her about his favourite parks, restaurants and coffee houses. He wanted to tell her about Broadway and how it felt to sing on a huge stage with a real-life audience looking up and admiring him. Part of him wanted to tell her off for giving up on her dreams and just staying in Lima. He wanted to interrogate her as to why she didn't just come to New York anyway. She could have roomed with him and Santana. Maybe the New York life would have inspired her and restored her confidence and passion. Maybe she could have got in to NYADA after all. Or just gotten another theatre-related job and magically be discovered then make it on Broadway anyway.

In turn, there was so much Rachel wanted to say but she wasn't sure where to start. Back in High School, Rachel had never really had a problem with words or deciding what to say. She was often unable to contain herself and usually just spoke her mind, her words inappropriate and offensive. If anything, Rachel Berry used to speak too much. That wasn't the case anymore.

"You were breathtaking," Rachel managed to say, the words coming out rather muffled as she spoke them into Kurt's chest. "On Broadway," Rachel elaborated forcing herself to lift her head and meet his gaze. She wished the tears would stop prickling at her eyes and the ache in her throat would go away. "I… I saw you one time. My dads they… they paid for it as a birthday gift. Kurt, you were truly amazing. You took my breath away." She wanted to say more. She wanted to discuss all the high notes he had hit and how he had delivered each song with such emotional maturity. She wanted to gush about his acting choices and how he had redefined such a well-known role. She wanted to say she was proud but the words would not form. "Now that you're here in Lima you should really f-force Noah to come see you. I know he isn't exactly a theatre kid or musical enthusiast but I r-really t-think he'd love to see you on stage. I mean I for one would have come to see you more than just the once if I could afford it but w-w-waitressing doesn't really pay all that well." She broke eye-contact with him again, feeling shy and embarrassed.

"You know, you and Finn seem to be getting on really well tonight," Kurt mentioned. "Just like old times."

"Actually I think tonight the 'just like old times' award clearly goes to Brittany and Santana," Rachel replied and they both looked over to where the two women were groping and making-out. "I think the change in Sam is wonderful," they glanced over to where the blonde model had his shorter boyfriend sitting comfortably in his lap, their conversation punctuated by numerous kisses. "Well, 'change' probably isn't the right word but… I don't know. H-he seems so happy. Not that he was miserable in High School or anything just… I don't know, he was never… never…"

"Never in love," Kurt supplied and Rachel nodded.

"Yeah, yeah I think that's it," Rachel agreed. "Obviously he really cared about Quinn and Mercedes but it was different. He never looked at them the way he looks at Blaine. He's so comfortable and at ease with himself. It's nice."

"I'd say Dave Karofsky's changed for the better too," Kurt stated.

"Definitely," Rachel responded. "I actually found him quite scary in High School, especially when he was terrorizing you. If it wasn't for Noah protecting you so fiercely I don't even want to think about what might have happened. Then when he transferred and people at his new school found out he was gay and reacted so badly that he tried to take his own life… I had n-no idea things could get so rough. I mean you hear about these ho-horrible news stories but you don't imagine them ever happening to you or people you know. He got into such a bad, dark and lonely place. B-but now l-look at him. He's so different but in a really good way. I think maybe he has you to partly thank for that."

"I doubt it," Kurt replied. "I think the way Dave is now is down to his wretched boyfriend."

"Wretched?" Rachel asked looking faintly amused.

"I dislike him quite a lot," Kurt admitted. "And I think the feeling is probably mutual. But I think he's the reason Dave got out of that dark place. So I guess Sebastian Meerkat Smythe can't be completely awful."

"He doesn't look like a meerkat," Rachel laughed.

"So, have there been any special guys in your life over the past five years?" Kurt asked.

"Just Noah and my dads," Rachel answered moving her hands away from Kurt's shoulders to tuck her hair behind her ears. "Jacob Ben-Israel was sta-stalking me for a while after High School but my dads took out a restraining order and paid for me to have some therapy sessions to get over the ordeal."

"Yikes, stalking?" Kurt asked with a grimace.

"Nothing too serious," Rachel said casually. "It was more annoying than frightening but my dads didn't want to risk things becoming more dangerous so they took action as soon as they realised what was going on."

"Well, maybe after tonight the epic Finchel love will burn once more," Kurt suggested. "You both still live in Lima so it's not like you have the long-distance obstacle to overcome."

"Oh, I don't know," Rachel replied. "I think m-maybe we're just friends. High School was a long time ago and Finn has really matured and I… I'm not the same annoying girl that I was. But it would be nice if we ke-kept in touch. Anyway, I think it's you and Noah who have unresolved issues going on. You're both clearly still in love with one another," she teased playfully.

"Is it really that obvious?" Kurt asked and she simply nodded.

"Go on," Rachel encouraged gently shoving Kurt in Puck's direction. "Just dance… have fun."

"Only if you go and dance with Finn," Kurt compromised.

"Ok," Rachel agreed and she fiddled with the strands of her hair nervously as she walked over to join Finn at the snack table.

Kurt watched on as Finn and Rachel moved on to the dance floor before making his way over to Puck.

"Hey, babe," Puck greeted not bothering to be discreet about the way he was eyeing Kurt up and down.

"Just come all over me," Kurt blurted out and Puck quirked an eyebrow looking thoroughly entertained. "I mean… dance with me. Just come and dance with me," he said feeling his cheeks burn in humiliation.

"Sure, I'd love to," Puck answered and Kurt was sure he was referring to his embarrassing slip-up as well as the dance request. "Can we make-out again?" Puck asked and Kurt crushed their mouths together by way of an answer.

"Damn, that's hot," Mercedes commented to Quinn as the two girls watched Kurt and Puck desperately kiss one another on the dance floor.

To Be Continued

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