I've been lying,
to keep you from this pain

Moments after the kiss ended, the guilt Kurt had been feeling during the kiss suddenly came at him with full force. It hadn't been even a full twenty four hours since him and Noah had started going out and he'd already cheated on the boy. Kurt felt dirty and ashamed of his actions.

The somewhat long kiss with Finn hadn't felt the same as the kiss with Noah. With Noah, it had been passionate and intense, a mixture of all the emotions they'd been feeling lately. Sure Kurt had pretended like it was no big deal, but he'd spent several nights remembering the kiss when he didn't have the effort to suppress the memory. After all, it was Noah Puckerman he'd been kissing, a fact that he tried to forget but just simply couldn't.

But with Finn, it was awkward, like they both knew it was wrong. The quarterback's words raced through Kurt's mind, taunting him. Since when did Finn decide he loved him, and why did that knowledge not lift up Kurt's spirits like he thought it would? Was it because he didn't want to be with Finn anymore? But that couldn't be right; he had wanted to be with Finn for his entire high school career.

"What's wrong Kurt?" Finn questioned, slightly panting as he tried to regain his breath, "I thought this was what you wanted?"

"I don't know what I want anymore, Finn," Kurt answered honestly as he looked away from the quarterback. "I just need some space right now if you don't mind."

Finn scooted away from Kurt so he was on the opposite side of the bed. Sighing at Finn's lack of understanding, Kurt grabbed his wallet, cell phone, and keys from where he placed them on the dresser and began ascending the basement staircase.

"Where are you going?" Finn called as Kurt kept walking.

"Out."

Having no destination in mind, Kurt opened the door to his Navigator and sat there for several minutes, thinking over the events of the previous few days.

He wondered when he began to actually care for Noah. At what point in the past week did he realize that his former bully might actually make a better boyfriend than his longtime crush Finn Hudson? Kurt laughed to himself at the irony of it all. For the past year, he had dreamed that one day Finn would return his feelings, and here he was running away from his crush because he felt guilty that he'd cheated on his boyfriend who used to toss him into dumpsters, the same boyfriend that he'd agreed to date because it would make Finn jealous.

A vibration in his pocket shook him out of his thoughts. Pulling out his phone, he silently prayed it wasn't Finn or his dad who was good friends with their neighbors. He didn't want to explain why he was just sitting his car and staring at nothing.

Smiling slightly, he answered the call from Noah.

"I didn't think you'd actually call," Kurt admitted, secretly pleased the boy had kept his word.

"Just because I'm a badass doesn't mean I don't keep my promises," Noah replied smugly, causing Kurt to giggle. He didn't understand why Noah was so keen on having a reputation as a "badass."

"What are you doing right now?" Kurt asked, idly twisting his finger through a strip of his normally perfect hair.

"I was going to do homework, but Quinn blackmailed me into getting her some food from the new Mexican place down the street," Noah paused, and Kurt waited patiently for him to continue, hoping to score an invite. He was getting bored just sitting his car, and there was no way in Prada he was going back into his house until he figured out what was going on. "Do you want to come with me? I was just gonna get it to go because Quinn's napping right now and she doesn't want to come with me."

"That sounds like fun, thanks." Kurt turned the engine on and began backing out of his driveway. "How about I pick you up since my house is out of your way?"

"Sounds good, babe." Noah gave him exact directions to his house, and Kurt arrived in five minutes, not realizing just how close the two of them lived to one another.

"Hey gorgeous," Noah greeted him as he entered the vehicle, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Kurt tried to ignore the guilt rising in the back of his mind. He'd always grown up wondering how someone could cheat on the person they were dating or married to, but he'd discovered just how easy it was to do something so cruel. He mentally cringed at the reaction of his dad if he ever found out. The man had been cheated on by his high school sweetheart, and though it had worked out for the best because he'd then married Kurt's mom, his father still acknowledged it was one of the unhappiest moments of his life.

"Hey," he smiled shyly at his boyfriend, "Do you know what Quinn wants you to get her?"

Noah snorted, "It's more like what she doesn't want us to get."

Kurt raised his eyebrow at the list Noah pulled from his pocket, slightly disgusted that one person (okay two if you count the baby) could eat so much food. The list was written on a piece of notebook paper and almost reached the bottom of the page.

"Some of it's for my sister too. She gets home from ballet around dinner time, so they're going to start their chick night then," Noah acknowledged, and Kurt was glad that Quinn wouldn't be eating all the junk food by herself. He didn't know if it was possible, but he was fairly certain all that food would damage the baby.

As they drove to the restaurant, Kurt decided to bring up something he realized he forgotten to mention earlier at school.

"You never seemed like the type to listen to N*Sync."

"I was hoping no one would notice the songs I chose for my mash up," Noah answered, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "I used to be obsessed with Lance Bass."

"You're joking, right?" Kurt asked, as he maneuvered his vehicle into a parking space at Caliente, the new and only Mexican restaurant in town, unless you counted Taco Bell (which most people didn't.)

"Nope, I used to have a poster of him in my room."

"I used to worship Nick Carter from Backstreet Boys, but I loved N*Sync too." Kurt opened the door of his Navigator, and gracefully slid out, locking the doors behind him.

Noah rolled his eyes as he grabbed Kurt's hand, "The Backstreet boys were a bunch of pussy bitches who had nothing on the talents of N*Sync."

"You are seriously misguided, Mr. Puckerman, and it is my duty as your highly educated and esteemed boyfriend to right these wrongs," Kurt answered in his prissiest voice, causing the two of them to burst into laughter as they entered the building.

"Back again, sir?" the host asked the taller teen.

"Yeah, Quinn and my sister decided they wanted Mexican food tonight for dinner," Noah answered casually, causing Kurt to wonder just how often Quinn had the Jewish boy go on food runs. He thought it was sweet just how whipped Quinn had her baby daddy.

"The usual?" the host asked the jock, occasionally glancing at their interlocking hands with obvious interest. Kurt had a suspicion that the new found knowledge that Noah had a baby on the way and a boyfriend was seriously confusing the man.

"Nope, they decided to try something new." Noah pulled the list from his pocket and handed it to the host, whose name tag read "Carlos."

Carlos briefly read through the list, and Kurt tried not to laugh as the man's eyes widen at how many food items were on the piece of paper.

"Is this for you both, too?"

"Nope, just them," Noah chuckled, "I'm going to make dinner for my boyfriend tonight."

Kurt felt his heart do a little happy dance at Noah's words. He'd always hoped he'd find a man who liked to cook as well, and the fact that Noah Puckerman, resident bad ass, wanted to make him dinner was the cutest thing in Kurt's opinion.

"Is that okay with you, Kurt?" Noah asked tentatively, looking down at the other boy with hopeful eyes.

"That sounds perfect, Noah," Kurt answered as he placed a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek.

"Uh, okay sirs, I'll go put your order in right now. It should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"Thank you." Noah led them to several chairs placed against the wall.

"I don't think he expected you to bring your boyfriend in here to get food for your baby mama," Kurt laughed, scooting closer to Noah as the older boy placed his arm around his shoulders.

"He did seem shocked, didn't he?" Noah pointed out, chuckling as well. "Though, I think there are more gay people in Lima than everyone else would expect."

"You think so?" Kurt asked, glancing around the room. It wasn't very full because it was still too early for most people to be getting dinner, but there were several groups of people scattered around the restaurant.

"You see that guy right there?" Noah nodded in the direction of a thirty something year old guy dressed in a designer suit, sitting with several other, yet older, nicely dressed men. "He was totally checking you out when we walked in."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Noah's "observation."

"I think he was just confused to see two boys holding hands which was why he was staring."

"Nope, he's looking again, and he definitely has eyes only for you. He's a sneaky gay, for sure."

Kurt couldn't help himself and doubled over in laughter.

"Sneaky gay?" he paused in an attempt to regained his breath, "Where in the world did you come up with that?"

Noah shrugged, "You've never heard Coach Sylvester say that before? She's convinced the entire football team is a bunch of closeted gays which is why we never win."

Kurt pretended to consider Noah's words. "I suppose that makes some sense. But I'm pretty sure even Ms. Sylvester wouldn't call me a sneaky gay… there's nothing really sneaky about my sexuality."

They spent the rest of their wait playing the "Sneaky Gay Game," pointing out with customers were likely to be gay and trying to convince the other why they thought the person was secretly homosexual.

"Your order is ready, Mr. Puckerman," Carlos interrupted Kurt's reasoning as to why the girl in the back was a lesbian ('No straight girl would ever shave her head').

"Thank you, Carlos." The two of them had to each carry a handful of bags as they made their way out the restaurant, ignoring the questioning glances of the other people in the building. Kurt had to admit they looked like they ordered almost everything on the menu, which they probably did if the length of the list was anything to go by.

After loading the food into the back of Kurt's car, they drove back to Noah's house in silence. The smell of the food made Kurt's mouth salivate and his stomach grumble, which led Noah to laugh at the soprano's embarrassment.

"Are you cool if I make pizza?" Noah questioned, glancing over at Kurt as they unloaded the car.

"Yeah, sure," Kurt answered, slightly disappointed that his special dinner was going to come from a box shoved into a freezer.

"I promise, my homemade pizza is the best you'll ever taste," Noah replied as they entered the house, lifting Kurt's spirits. He usually didn't eat junk food, but homemade food was usually healthier and he'd totally been craving a big slice of pizza for a while now.

Noah's house was warm and inviting. The walls were covered in family pictures and Kurt stopped in the hallway to look at a picture of a young Noah proudly holding a huge fish with a gangly Finn smiling at his side. Kurt felt his heart drop as the memory of his kiss with Finn flashed into his mind. He wondered if he should tell Noah about it, but something stopped him. He reasoned that as long as no one found out and it never happened again then there was no harm done. Kurt didn't want to destroy their relationship before they even had a chance to really get to know one another yet.

"The kitchen's over here," Noah called from somewhere in the house. Kurt pushed the unpleasant memory to the back of his mind and followed the sound of his boyfriend's voice.

Placing the bags on the kitchen table, Kurt turned around when he heard the sound of someone walking down the stairs.

"Hey, Kurt, I didn't know you were coming over," Quinn greeted him warmly, pulling the soprano into a tight hug. "Are you joining Sarah and me for our girl's night?"

"I wish, Q, but Noah's going to make me a dinner."

"Awww, that's cute," she exclaimed after she pulled away from Kurt, "He's quite the Martha Stewart."

"Bad ass Martha Stewart, hardened from months in jail mind you, Quinny," Noah immediately retorted, flexing his muscles to prove his point.

Quinn and Kurt rolled their eyes simultaneously but the sound of the front door opening stopped them from responding.

"NOAH WHY ARE YOU HERE?" a little girl's voice shrieked after the front door closed.

"Oh, you're gonna get it," Quinn whispered to Noah as she grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to sit at the kitchen table. Noah, after letting out a loud sigh, sat on the kitchen counter.

Opening the kitchen door, Sarah Puckerman stood several feet away from Noah's perch on counter.

"It's girls' night, Noah. What part of that didn't you understand?" she demanded, placing her hand on her hip. Kurt mentally applauded her no nonsense diva stance. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

"I forgot I wasn't supposed to be here?"

"Please," she added extra emphasis to her words with a well placed eye roll, "Do you really expect me to believe that you got food for girl's night but then forgot that you weren't a girl, and thus had promised you'd find something else to do away from the house?"

"Look, I'll make dinner for Kurt and me, and then we'll head out right when we're done. You won't even know we were here."

"Who's Kurt?" she asked, following her brother's eyes to the kitchen table where Kurt and Quinn had been watching the exchange much like one would follow a tennis match.

"Oh, hello, I'm Sarah," she said as she walked over to shake hands with Kurt.

"Kurt Hummel, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sarah."

"Are you the boy Noah's been sulking over for the past few days?" Sarah sweetly asked, ignoring her brother's shocked and offended expression.

"I was not sulking!" he exclaimed, glaring as Quinn quietly giggled. "And how would you know anything about that?"

Sarah glanced over to Quinn, who gave her a short glare, and calmly responded, "You talk loud."

Noah slid off the counter and began ushering the two girls out of the kitchen door.

"Go take your freakishly large amount of food into the living room and leave me and Kurt in peace."

"You have one hour, mister, or I'm calling mommy at work!" Sarah yelled back as Noah shut the kitchen door.

"She's quite fierce, isn't she?" Kurt laughed as Noah sat down next to him.

"Oh, so you noticed?" Noah sighed, leaning back in his chair. "She makes Rachel look tame."

"I wouldn't go that far. Rachel's like a lion among zebras when she gets started on her diva routine." Noah nodded in agreement. "Can I help you cook?"

"Oh shit, I forgot about dinner already. It's okay though, all I have to do is put it in the oven."

Kurt raised his eyebrow as he watched his boyfriend bustle around the kitchen.

"What would you have done if I said no to you making me dinner?"

He watched as Noah shrugged his shoulders as he pulled the aluminum foil off the pizza.

"No one says no to a home cooked meal from Puckzilla. And if you did say no, I would have just eaten my feelings and devoured the whole thing by myself."

"You're such a girl, Noah Puckerman," Kurt chuckled.

"I prefer sensitive, thank you very much, princess." Noah placed the pizza in the oven and came over to stand behind Kurt's chair. "And if you tell anyone that, I'll leave such dark hickeys on your neck, no amount of makeup will be able to cover it."

Kurt shivered as Noah gently bit a spot on his neck, a feeling of pleasure coursing through his entire body. Turning his head to the side, Kurt locked lips with his boyfriend in a kiss that sent shivers through both of them. As he pulled Noah closer to him, the sound of the kitchen door opening startled the two boys. Noah straightened and looked over to the intruder.

"What do you want brat?" he asked his sister.

The girl took in their flushed faces and swollen lips, giving them a suspicious look.

"What were you doing?"Sarah asked, ignoring Noah's question.

"Singing. Now what do you want?"

"You forgot my nachos."

"They're bad for you anyways, go share Quinn's," Noah responded curtly, shooing the little girl back out into the living room.

"I'm scared to ask her to share food, you know how she gets," she harshly whispered, entwining her arms around Kurt's hips after he stood up from his seat. "I'm not leaving until I get them! You know they're my favorite."

"Sarah, I found your nachos! They were at the bottom of the fifth bag," Quinn shouted from the living room.

"See, there you go munchkin. Now go eat before it gets cold," Noah instructed, picking his little sister up after she finally released her tight hold of Kurt's hips. He placed her outside the door and quickly closed it before she had a chance to respond.

"Now where were we?" Noah smirked as he turned to face his boyfriend.

Just as their lips were about to touch, the timer on the oven dinged, indicating that their food was done.

"God Damnit," Noah grumbled, turning to the oven to take out the pizza out.

Kurt was seriously surprised at how delicious the pizza was. He didn't know what Noah had used in his sauce, but no pizza he'd ever eaten before had tasted this good. He wondered if it was the same special ingredient Noah had used in his cupcakes for the bake sale. Kurt didn't try one, but his peers had devoured the treats in seconds.

"Did you like it?" Noah asked after he finished his fourth piece of pizza.

"It's fantastic," Kurt complimented, stuffed after his third piece. He didn't know how Noah could be moving onto his fifth slice. "Where do you want to go after dinner?"

"I don't know, maybe to the movies?"

Using his IPhone, Kurt read out the list of movies that were playing in the local theater. They both agreed that none of those sounded like good choices.

"Want to rent a scary movie?" Noah questioned as he began loading the dishes into the dishwasher.

"Um… okay. We can watch it at my house," Kurt offered hesitantly, hoping Finn had decided to go out.

"I promise I'll keep you safe, princess."

After renting 'The Strangers' from the Movie Gallery down the street, Kurt popped the movie into the DVD player in his living room. His dad and Carole were on a date, and he wasn't sure where Finn was. The boy's car was in the driveway, but that didn't necessarily mean the boy was home.

"Do you want popcorn, Noah?"

"No thanks, I'm full. But can you turn the lights out? It makes the movie feel more real."

After grabbing two water bottles from the fridge, Kurt turned the lights out and placed the drinks on the table beside the couch. Noah wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders, and Kurt snuggled into his boyfriend's chest. He was a baby when it came to scary movies, but he was comforted by his proximity to the muscular teen.

"What are you watching, Kurt?" a voice asked from the hallway.

"Noah and I are watching 'The Strangers'," Kurt answered, praying to all that was fashionable that Finn would go back down to their bedroom.

"I love that movie," Finn responded, sitting on Kurt's other side. "It's scary as shit, but I'll be here to protect you tonight if you have nightmares."

Kurt felt Noah stiffen at Finn's words, but he relaxed when Kurt grabbed the teen's free hand.

Without responding to Finn's comment, Kurt pressed play on the remote. Kurt was thankful that neither two teens talked during the movie, only saying things like "Holy shit!" or "Run you dumb ass!" at different part of the movie.

After the film ended, Kurt excused himself to go to the bathroom. He'd chugged both water bottles throughout the movie in attempt to focus on something besides how terrified he was.

"So have you and Kurt had sex yet?" Finn glared at Noah from across the couch.

"We haven't even been dating a full day yet, dude."

"That didn't stop you from banging Santana the second you asked her out," Finn pointed out.

"Kurt's different. He's special to me," Noah admitted, wondering why Finn was suddenly asking him all these questions when they'd barely spoken two words in the past few months.

"Yeah well, you aren't special to him."

"Fuck off, Hudson, you don't know anything about us," Noah glared back at his former best friend, muscles tensing for the fight his instincts were telling him was about to happen.

"I know he made out with me the second he got home from school," Finn boasted, flipping open the new camera phone Kurt's dad had gotten him. "Here, watch."

"Get away from me, you're delusional. Kurt's with me and I'm sorry your ego can't handle that he doesn't want to you anymore."

"No, Puck, you're the one with the issues. Why can't you leave my possessions alone? First you had to have Quinn who was my girlfriend, and now you have to take away Kurt, the one boy I have feelings for. I even gave him my first gay kiss."

Noah jumped up off the couch at Finn's words, pacing back in forth in front of his ex- best friend.

"Kurt isn't yours, douche, and he never will be and neither was Quinn. They aren't possessions; they're real people with feelings and opinions too. Is Rachel not good enough for you anymore, Finn?"

"Kurt loves me and I love him, Puckerman. You'll never been the one he wants. He only settled for you because he didn't think he could have me. But now he can, so you better kiss your little hopes of being Mr. Noah Hummel goodbye."

Resisting the urge to pummel the smirk off Finn's face, Noah flipped open his phone after he felt it vibrate in his pocket.

The video text opened automatically, and he watched in horror as Finn leaned over and kissed Kurt. The smaller boy didn't push Finn back or kick him in the groin like Noah had hoped he would. Instead, the soprano kissed his longtime crush back, causing Noah's stomach to drop.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Knowing that the person you love could so easily cheat on you. It makes you wonder why you're not good enough for them. But for you Puckerman, you're not good enough for anyone. You couldn't keep Quinn for more than a night; she was too smart for the likes of you. And now you can't hold onto Kurt either, because he chose me over you. He's only still with you because he doesn't have the courage to break up with you yet," Finn paused in his monologue, which led Noah to look up from the phone, "You're going to die a lonely, bitter man, whose own child is embarrassed to admit that you're her father."

As Kurt reentered the living room, Noah barely glanced at the other two teens as he stormed away towards the door after tossing the phone back at Finn, who caught it with the reflexes of an athlete.

"Noah, whatever he said to you is a lie!" Kurt exclaimed as he followed his boyfriend outside.

"It's not what he said that bothered me, Kurt; it's what he showed me. I hope you have a nice life with the perfect boyfriend you always wanted because we're over."

Feeling angry and hurt, Noah began the short walk home, hoping he could hold his emotions back until he entered the safety of his room.

Now you're crying,
and I know that I'm to blame

I'm so sorry,
that it had to be this way
Please don't hate me

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I've had writer's block and have been quite busy with work. Hope you enjoy! I love to read everyone's thoughts on the story and where they would like to see it go, so keep on reviewing!

Song= Fefe Dobson's "Bye Bye Boyfriend"