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Chapter eleven

Separated souls

"Where were you last night?"

Noah jumped as he shut his locker to find Finn stood right next to him, towering over him. He glared up at the pale teen and almost huffed, and then he realized how girly that was so simple crossed his arms. "That isn't any of your business," he muttered, determined not to be the bad guy in this situation. As far as he was concerned, Finn owned him an apology before he should even consider getting one from Puck.

"Yes it is, you're my boyfriend," Finn hissed, and watched with annoyance as Noah glanced around the hall hastily. The corridors were quickly becoming deserted, due to the fact the bell had just rang. After the last person disappeared into a classroom, he glared back up at Finn.

"Really," he mused, sounding spiteful, "and I thought boyfriends were supposed to trust each other."

Finn looked shocked at his comment. "I do trust you," he said, trying desperately to convince Noah of that. "It's just you stormed out and were missing the entire night!"

"Well I'm not staying in a house with somebody who thinks I'd fuck the next thing that came along!" He snapped.

The Quarterback sighed in frustration. "Noah," he breathed, tired. "You know I didn't mean-"

"Yes you did Finn!" Puck replied stubbornly. "You wouldn't have said it if that wasn't what you were thinking."

"Well, what did you expect me to think? You have a reputation for cheating, and you did spend an hour with him alone!"

"Not this again," Noah sighed, rolling his eyes and moving to walk away. Finn caught his arm. "Let go of me," he ordered.

"No, not until we sort this out." Finn said firmly, "Just tell me what happened?"

Growling, Puck snatched his arm away, and took a few steps back, then snapped, "I shouldn't have to! You should trust me enough by now to know I wouldn't cheat on you!"

"You haven't given me many reasons to trust you, have you?"

Noah was taken aback by Finns comment, and he scowled at himself as he felt tears burn his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he being so emotional all of a sudden? He refused to reply though, so just glared at him indignantly.

Sighing, Finn muttered, "I gotta go to class." He then turned and left Noah standing there.

Damn it, Finn was right! Puck thought as he rubbed his watering eyes with his palms. Both of Finns girlfriends had cheated on him, and they had done it with him! Not only that, he was infamous around the school for being a manwhore, so what possible reason did he have to really have any trust or faith in him?

"Fuck," he swore softly. "Fuck!" Puck yelled, slamming his fist into his locker and ignore the instant burn that swirled up his hand and arm, setting his nerves on fire. He cursed the sob that dared to rip through his throat as he rested his head on the cold metal, trying to calm himself down. In another spat of anger, he kicked the locker and the sound rang out loudly. He felt the sobs tear through him, deep and gasping as he tried to force them down.

As his tears began to dry, and both his fist and ribs felt bruised, he heard a voice say softly, "You know, beating up a defenceless locker isn't going to help."

Sighing with great frustration, Noah turned to face Kurt, and tried to compose himself. "What do you want?" he eventually asked, cursing at himself as his voice came out as barely even a whisper.

"I wanted to see if you were okay."

"You've seen me. Now you can leave."

"Can't," Kurt chuckled, smiling softly. "I am also under threat by Rachel, she said if I don't confront you when I see you, then her and Santana would pin me down and shave my hair off. I'm unsure as to how they would know, but I wouldn't want to tempt fate, especially considering Satan is involved." He smirked at his own joke before adding, "We are all worried about you."

Noah snorted in amusement. Rachel could be intimidating when she wanted to. Hell, she had even tried to order him around once – which was useless, but entertaining.

Kurt was relieved – Puck hadn't left. He had been afraid that the Jewish teen would storm off when he arrived. The soprano's problem now was making him stay.

"So, what is wrong?" he finally dared to ask.

"Nothing," Puck relied hastily.

Kurt gave him a look.

The dark skinned teen sighed heavily; his entire body seemed to sag with the effort, and he looked Kurt in the eye before muttering, "Look, it's nothing you need to worry about, its…"

"It's between you and Finn, I know," Kurt filled. "But it's obviously effecting you both. Finn was crying, Puck, after you stormed out. And I'm almost certain that's those tears weren't because you suddenly realized how atrocious your fashion sense is."

Glancing down at the ground in defeat, Noah started, "It's just-" He flinched as the bell suddenly rang, then felt amazed at how long he must have spent taking out his frustration on a locker.

"Yes?" The fashion diva encouraged, taking a small step forward.

Noah opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by a crude comment by Azimio as he strolled past, "Don't stand too close, Puckerman, wouldn't want you catching a case of the gay just before our big game."

Noah tried to disregard the sting of his comment, but then he saw the hurt flash across Kurt's face. It was barely even there, just a tiny flicker of pain before it vanished again, as if it never even existed.

Taking no notice of Kurt's orders to get back, he chased after the African American teen and thrust his hand in between his shoulder blades, causing him to stumble forward gracelessly. He span around and snapped, "What the hell, 'hawk?"

"You better watch what you say about Kurt," Noah hissed.

"Or what?" he challenged.

"Or I'll fucking massacre you, that's what!" Puck shouted, standing up to his full height, which was one or two inches shorter than the other jock.

Scoffing, the chunky football player dared, shoving Puck back a few feet. "I'd like to see you try, faggot!"

Scowling, he pushed Azimio hard. He didn't fully register the darker man taking a swing for him until he felt the pain exploding, burning the side of his face and shooting through his skull from where he had punched him in the side of the head. The next thing he felt was a firm, warm grip on both of his shoulders as somebody yanked him backwards, pulling him away from the enraged teen.

"Stop!" Somebody yelled, and he instantly recognized the voice as belonging to Sam. "Azimio, what the fuck man?" he bellowed. "Get the hell out of here!"

"No fucking way Ken, I need to show this fucker he can't talk to me like that!" he hissed, glaring at Puck, promising death.

The Jewish boy opened his mouth to retort, but jumped when he felt somebody's warm breath on his ear. "Noah, just come with me, you don't want to piss him off anymore and risk injuring the baby," Kurt whispered, his tone urgent.

Noah instantly froze, and felt his heart skip a beat.

Without another work, he let the shorter teen drag him away as Sam tried to calm down the fuming jock.

Naturally, Kurt escorted him to the boys bathroom. With keen, mistrustful eyes, he watched Kurt as he placed his designer bag on the sink and began rummaging through it.

Shaken, and still unsettled by the adrenaline pumping through him, Noah asked, "How did you know?"

Kurt glanced over at him and raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow, "My brother isn't know for being cautious," he answered, and then smirked in amusement, "And you talk in your sleep."

Finn waited for days for one of three things to happen; for the school to of been set on fire, to hear news that somebody was in a coma, or for Noah to knock on the door, asking to come back. When none of those events happened, he reasoned that perhaps Noah was a little more stable then what he had shown when he stormed out that terrible day. The tall teen had asked around the glee club, seeing if any of them were housing the Jewish teen, and had found himself unsuccessful in that approach. That only left two alternatives, and both were hard for him to accept. One was that Puck's stubborn pride meant he was spending his days in his beaten up truck, while the other option was he had ventured to stay with Matt. The thought alone both filled him with jealousy and dread.

The only sightings Finn had of his boyfriend in the past three days were brief glances in the hallways before he vanished again. They should have shared a lesson together, but Noah had ditched it. It appeared that the jock had gone to ground and pulled one of his infamous disappearing acts.

He tried to get Noah out of his head, but found the act nearly impossible. A great part of it was the indignant rage created by his callous stubbornness. The shorter teen had been so moody and snappish lately, shouting at him for every little slip of the tongue or clumsy movement. He should have been relieved to be free of his unforeseen mood swings for once.

Fine. So why wasn't he?

The answer became clear each time he went to their shared bathroom and saw the extra toothbrush, or the empty seat next to his at the dinner table, or even the discarded controller by his Xbox. Every little detail, every seemingly insignificant object had his mind reeling with memories of him, of his smile, his laugh, his banter and teasing.

Being at school and knowing the other teen was in the same building had been no comfort to him, the only relief it gave him was the fact that Noah was unharmed, and he found himself praying that hopefully, the baby was too.

That was another thought that plagued his mind. Even though the thought of being a father at eighteen scared him just as much as the thought of being one at sixteen, he still found himself anticipating the baby's arrival. What gender would it be? Who's eye colour would it have? What would he or she be like? The leader type, like him? Or a badass, like Puck? Would their child like to sing too? Or want to learn to play the drums or the guitar? What about sports? He knew he was probably getting way ahead of himself, considering Noah had only just finished his first trimester, but he was excited and nervous all at the same time to meet his son or daughter.

The fact he hadn't been able to touch Noah's three month baby bump was just another aspect he missed.

By Wednesday, there was still no sign of Noah in any of his covert inquiries. It was so unlike the brash teen that Finn had to talk himself out of leaving work and school all together to find him.

"Get a grip on yourself, Hudson," he muttered, placing his burning face into his hands. Sitting at his desk, he was deliberately avoiding the mountain of homework piling up around him. A half-empty cup of hot chocolate was holding open a textbook he had borrowed from the local library and had been reading all week. He was trying to get more insight on Noah's character and wasn't assured by what he had discovered so far.

There was a faltering knock at his door and he heard the words. "Are you decent, Finn?" Kurt called.

Rubbing his face again, he sighed heavily and said, "Yeah, Kurt, you can come in."

The soprano tentatively stepped inside; he paused for a moment to take one lingering glance around the cluttered area. The room looked as if a small explosion of paper and clothes had been detonated earlier. There wasn't a piece of furniture that wasn't buried under rubbish or printed matter and he had to watch his step before he tripped over something. In a reflex action, he sniffed the air and almost gagged from the stench. There was an old sandwich rotting away in the far littered corner but Finn appeared oblivious. His impression of him, poor since they had moved in together, suddenly dropped another notch at the sight of such disarray. His eyes then flickered back to Finns. "Are you okay?"

Straightening up and clearing his throat self-consciously, he grumbled, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Why?"

Hands behind his back, Kurt strolled over and rested his hip against the taller boys desk. "Are you sure?" he pressed.

"Yeah," Finn replied. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"So there is something wrong," Kurt concluded.

Sighing, Finn pushed himself away from the desk and stood up. "Look, man, just-"

"Finn, please!" Kurt snapped, but his eyes were soft and pleading. "You're miserable without him, and he is too!"

Finn scoffed, "How do you know that?"

"I talked to him the other day-"

"What, when?" He said in shock.

"Monday, Finn."

The tall jock made a sound of disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" he exclaimed, "I've been looking for him all week!"

"Because he asked me not to," Kurt retorted. "Look…just apologise."

"Why should I have to apologise for?" Finn snapped, "He's the one being all moody and having a go at me all the time! I just wanted to let people know we were going out, and he still had a go at me!"

"Are you quite done yet?" The fashion diva asked, his arms were crossed over his slim chest and he looked unimpressed.

Finn promptly fell silent.

Kurt sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache coming on. "Finn, this isn't time for you to be stubborn." He raised a hand to silence the drummer again when he saw him open his mouth to interrupt. "Ether of you," He added, giving the taller teen a warning look. "It doesn't matter who's right or wrong, you have to put it aside."

"He has no where to go, Finn," Kurt stressed. "You need to apologise, tell him you're sorry so he will come back." The soprano suddenly stopped, like he was unsure if what he was about to say was fair to use in trying to pressure Finn to swallow his pride. "I know about the pregnancy."

"How?" The jock asked, but stayed silent as Kurt gave him a look.

"That isn't important right now. What is though is that Puck has somewhere stable for himself and the child," His voice was direct, a clear order. Finn had to admit, he had a point. Although he had missed staring at his baby bump, and knowing he was half responsible for it, he hadn't really taken it into full consideration. What if Noah was living in the back of his car? The cold weather and the position he would be forced to sleep in couldn't be good for the baby. Was he getting the proper amount of food too? Kurt's voice and eyes then both softened, "I know that nether of you could live with yourself is something happen to the baby."

Finn sighed, "I know, Kurt. Its just…well, you know how he used to be…and I just worry sometimes, you know?" The blue eyed boy nodded understandingly. "I mean, he could get any girl, or even guy he wanted. So, what is there to stop him from running off with all of those cheerio's that flirt with him everyday?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Maybe because he loves you?" he asked, the question had an almost rhetorical ring to it. "Don't you think that if he was cheating on you, you would have known by now? People don't know that you are together, so they would have no reason to keep it quiet. Even if he told them to, one of them would just to spite him." Kurt tried to reason.

"Yeah," he said, pressing his lips together. God, he really hadn't thought things through very carefully.

The shorter teen opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when Burt called from down stairs, "Kurt, buddy, can you come help me cook, god, what is this? I can't even pronounce it!" They heard him chuckle at himself, "come give us a hand, buddy?"

"Yes dad, I'll be right down!" Kurt called before turning back to look at his stepbrother. "Talk to him, Finn. If not for Puck's sake then at least for the baby's."

Finn frowned as he watched Kurt leave the room, wondering how he was going to get Noah back.

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