Authors note: Please don't hate me. It has been several months since I have updated, and I just can't find the inspiration to write anymore. I'm always like this In fact, that's what drove me to posting on Fanfiction, to try and get the motivation to keep the story going. But I usually just write short stories, like my Super 8 one.

I want to offer you my sincerest apologies for not updating sooner. I feel like such a terrible person. I don't even know how many of you are reading this, but thank you so much for still wanting to read it after an absence of so long. I really hope I do the story justice with this chapter, and I promise you that I will update sooner.

WARNING. THERE IS ADULT CONTENT AT THE END OF THIS STORY. IT HAS BEEN LABELLED CLEARLY WITH SECONDARY WARNINGS. IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH MANSECKZ, NOTE WHEN THE WARNINGS COME UP. THERE IS A LITTLE BIT OF STORY THAT YOU CAN READ AFTER IT, BUT ONCE YOU GET TO THE SMOOCHIN', SCROLL UP TO THE TOP AND USE THE CHAPTER CHANGER AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE RATHER THAN THE ONE AT THE BOTTOM.

Enjoy!

Kurt Hummel: Okay, Cedes, see you in ten!

Mercedes Jones: see you soon white boy xo

Kurt jumped up and wiggled into his jacket, shutting down his computer. "I'm going to the mall with Cedes," he told Mike, who replied distractedly.

Kurt shook his head in amusement and grabbed his satchel on his way up the stairs. He waved to his dad and Carole as he headed towards the door.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Burt asked.

Kurt leaned back so he could stare at his dad around the doorframe. "Mall," he said.

Burt stood and patted Carole on the shoulder. "I'm heading to the garage anyway so I'll drive you."

"Sure," Kurt said, shrugging. He opened the door and trotted out to his dads' car. The alarm beeped and he jumped in, checking his hair in the mirror.

Burt chuckled as he got in the car. "You're so vain," he teased.

"I bet you think this song is about you," Kurt sang, nudging his dad on the shoulder. Burt started up the car and backed out carefully. "Mm, seatbelts," Kurt added, doing his up.

Burt rolled his eyes and did his seatbelt up quickly. "Yes, mom."

Kurt settled in, humming quietly and watching the scenery out the window.

"So... About Puck," Burt started hesitantly.

"What about Puck?" Kurt replied sharply.

Burt flicked him on the arm. "Don't get prissy with me, kiddo. I was just wondering how you felt about me asking him to move in."

Kurt rubbed his arm, pouting. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lip. "I... Don't understand why you did it, but I'm glad you did. I thought you didn't like him," he said.

"Christmas. When you got sick. He stayed with you that time we were gone on holiday. He tries to keep you safe. He's just proven to me that he's capable of looking after you, and that he cares about you a whole lot more than he shows. He's good for you. He needed a place to stay and we had the room. I was a bit iffy about letting him stay in your bed, but when Finn comes back he's gonna need his room... If you're okay with that?" Burt asked.

Kurt stared at his knees quietly.

"Son?"

"I think I will be okay with it, dad. I mean, Mike and Puck are between me and the door all the time, and I'm really hoping that he'll have changed for the better," Kurt said.

Burt nodded and took his cap off, rubbing his hand over his head. "Carole and I discussed maybe paying for him to board somewhere if you aren't comfortable with him there."

Kurt grabbed his dads arm. "No way! I can't let you spend that kind of money just because I might be uncomfortable."

"It's our home, Kurt. It's a place where you're supposed to feel safe, all the time. Finn is a guest in our home. Sure, me and Carole might be married, but he is still a guest. If you don't feel safe around him, you tell me," Burt insisted.

Kurt dropped his grip to his dads hand and held on tightly. "I love you, dad."

"Love you too, kiddo."

Kurt squealed and ran over to Mercedes, flinging his arms around her. "Oooh, I've missed you!" he cried into her shoulder, wiggling around.

Mercedes laughed and hugged him back tightly. "You've been busy with your man, boo, I know how it is."

Kurt pulled back and looked at her, smiling happily. He brushed a strand of hair off her face. "I know, but I shouldn't have neglected you! You're my best friend."

Mercedes turned and linked their arms, tugging Kurt inside. "That's right. And no more forgetting! Tell Puck that BFF Thursday is on every week whether he likes it or not," she giggled.

Kurt took in a deep breath of the smell of the mall and grinned at her. "Let's get out shop on!"

Mercedes turned Kurt towards Claires and gestured. "After you, your highness."

"No, no, no," Kurt replied, flashing his credit card and pulling her towards Macy's, "After you."

Three hours later, the two divas collapsed in chairs at the food court, dropping their bags on the floor.

Mercedes groaned and rubbed her ankle. "Oh, my feet," she said.

Kurt blew bubbles in his juice, snickering. "Told you you should have worn comfier shoes," he sing-songed.

Mercedes shrugged and picked up her burger, taking a bite out of it. "Mmm."

Kurt stole a chip and nibbled on it, smiling at his best friend. "I really have missed you. Shopping with boys is no fun," he said, laughing.

"That's because none of them have my impeccable taste," Cedes replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically.

"Tell that to that hideous jumper you picked up earlier!" Kurt scoffed, then ducked as a chip came flying towards his face.

"It was fabulous and you know it!" Mercedes cried, pointing at him accusingly.

Kurt threw the chip back. "Maybe if you were a presenter on a kids' TV show!"

Mercedes opened her mouth to reply, but fell silent. Kurt turned to see what she was looking at. A gorgeous blonde boy was walking past. Kurt frowned. "He looks familiar..." he muttered.

The boy pushed up his sunglasses and waved at someone.

Kurt gasped. "That's Stevie! So that must mean..." he trailed off as Dave went up and kissed the boy on his forehead.

"Is that Dave Karofsky?" Mercedes hissed in shock. Kurt nodded.

They watched as Stevie dragged a laughing Dave away.

"He looks so..." Mercedes said, lost for words.

"Happy?" Kurt volunteered.

"Peaceful," Mercedes said.

Kurt nodded again, sipping his juice. "He is. Stevie has done wonders for him. I think he's finally starting to accept himself."

Mercedes swung around to frown at him. "And how long have you known, white boy?"

Kurt shrugged innocently. "Uh, for a while, I guess?"

Blaine stared at Nick and Thad quietly, waiting for their reactions.

"Leave the Warblers? For some second-rate public school? I really hope you're joking," Sebastian said, leaning on the council's table.

Blaine sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips. "I know it sounds stupid, but... I need to be there. David knows why. This is something I have to do."

Sebastian scoffed and stood up, striding forward until he was right in front of Blaine, forcing the shorter Warbler to step back. "You are making the biggest mistake of your life," Sebastian murmured, looking him up and down, "and I don't know if you'll be accepted when you come running back with your tail between your legs."

Blaine growled softly, but Trent cut in. "New kid, stay out of this. You don't know anything," Trent said, flapping his hand at Sebastian to shoo him off.

Blaine smiled at Trent softly and the other boy gripped his shoulders.

"Is this really what you want?" Trent asked.

Blaine nodded.

"Do you believe your grades and your future won't suffer because of the change?"

"I know they won't," Blaine said.

Trent shook him a little. "Will you be happy?"

Blaine smiled again, thinking of Mike. "More than I've ever been in my life," he said hoarsely.

"Is this about a boy?" Trent said, smirking.

The Warblers groaned as Blaine shrugged sheepishly, grinning at them.

"But it's more than just him. I need to face my past, deal with what I went through. Otherwise, how am I going to be able to do it in the future? The zero tolerance policy here has been fantastic, but I need to know that I'm strong enough to deal with bullying in the real world," Blaine looked around at all of his friends, trying to memorize their smiles.

"I know it seems reckless. I know it seems like a bad decision. I know you guys love me and are worried about my future. But this is what I want," he finished.

Trent hugged him tightly, sniffling. "As long as you still visit us, I give you my permission." Blaine laughed and hugged him back.

Jeff came up and smacked him on the shoulder. "You better send us photos of your hot new boy toy," the blonde teased, pulling Blaine into a hug once Trent had finally let him go.

David was the next set of arms. Blaine held on to him tightly, then pulled back a little. "Wait, why are we hugging? I'm still never going to stop bugging you. Texts, phone calls, emails, IM's, you're getting the lot," he joked.

David looked at him solemnly. "It won't be the same as living with you, man. I've gotten used to your annoyingly gelled presence in my life. There's gonna be a gap in my schedule that no one else can fill."

Blaine squeezed his shoulder. "You'll be fine. I hear Jeff requires a new... Well, at least ONE friend."

"Hey!" the blonde yelped at the jab.

Blaine and David hugged one more time, before Blaine turned to face Thad. They stared at each other.

"You better bring it at Regional's, you traitor," Thad said finally, making everyone laugh. He held his hand out and Blaine shook it firmly.

"You know I will," Blaine replied, grinning.

"Quinn... Do you think I should stay with Finn?" Rachel asked quietly, staring blankly at the magazine she was flipping through.

Quinn sighed and leaned back against her pillows. "Well... Does your relationship make you happy?"

Rachel shrugged and rolled onto her back, tucking her hands behind her head.

The unlikely duo had formed a friendship over Moulin Rouge week, where they had spent a lot of time together rehearsing for Lady Marmalade. Since then, they'd gotten closer through trying to protect Kurt from Finn, and now spent a lot of time together since the boy was in juvie. Surprisingly, they had quite a lot in common and had helped each other out. Rachel was giving Quinn vocal lessons, Quinn had helped Rachel find clothes that were still quirky and cute but also fashionable – clothes that actually suited the girl.

"You can't stay with him if you're going to be upset, or angry at him, and it isn't fair to either of you if you stay just because you aren't sure if you want to leave or not," Quinn advised.

Rachel sat up and folded her legs, resting her elbows on them. "I know, but... He'll be so alone when he gets out of juvie, and I don't want to hurt him."

Quinn reached out and took her hand, squeezing it lightly. "That's not a reason to stay. Maybe... maybe we could sing about it?" the blonde suggested.

Rachel smiled. "That would be lovely, we haven't sung together for a while."

The blonde jumped up and fiddled with her iPod, finding the song she wanted. Rachel giggled as she instantly recognised the song.

"Head under water
and they tell me to breathe easy for a while
but breathing gets harder, even I know that."

Rachel continued where Quinn left off.

"Made room for me but it's too soon to see
if I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold onto.

Blank stares and blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well, but you make this hard on me

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'Cause you asked for it
'Cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving
I'mma need a better reason to write you a love song today
Today

I learned the hard way
That they all say things you want to hear
My heavy heart sinks deep down under you
And your twisted words, your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'Cause you asked for it
'Cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this
If you're on your way,
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving
I'mma need a better reason to write you a love song today

Promise me you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say

I won't write you a love song
'Cause you asked for it
'Cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this
Is that why you wanted a love song
'Cause you asked for it?
'Cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to
Write you a love song today
Today"

Quinn and Rachel leaned on each other, grinning at the rest of the Glee club who was applauding. Puck wolf-whistled and Kurt smacked him on the arm.

Quinn turned to Rachel and clasped her hand gently. "Did you say everything you needed to?" she asked quietly.

Rachel smiled at her friend. "Not yet... But this has helped. Thank you." She wrapped her arms around the blonde girl tightly.

*** WARNING! THERE IS ADULT CONTENT IN THIS SECTION OF THE STORY. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF MAJORITY IN YOUR COUNTRY, OR DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH MEN GETTING THEIR ROCKS OFF, PLEASE EITHER TURN BACK NOW, OR SCROLL UP TO THE TOP OF THE STORY AND GO TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.***

Kurt rolled his eyes at Noah's movie choice. "Ew, Fight Club," he teased.

Noah flopped down beside him and held his arm out for Kurt to snuggle under. "Please babe, you know you want to stare at Brad Pitt's sweaty naked chest."

Kurt shrugged and cuddled into his boyfriend. "If the shoe fits, I suppose." He giggled when Noah poked him in the ribs.

Noah and Kurt watched the movie absently for a little bit, before Noah shifted.

Kurt looked up at him and frowned at the look on the other boys face.

"Finn's getting released soon... How do you feel about it?" Noah asked cautiously.

Kurt hummed quietly. "I'm glad he's getting out, actually."

Noah stroked little circles on Kurt's bicep, staying quiet so the counter-tenor could think.

"I remember how scared I was of what he did to me, and how much I wanted him to just go away forever. But I remember your experience with juvie, how changed you were when you came back. He's my brother; I have to believe he'll be different. I want to help him," Kurt finished, looking up at Noah.

Noah stroked his thumb over Kurt's jaw, smiling at him. "You're so naive and cute," the mohawked boy said, dipping his head to kiss Kurt on the lips. Kurt purred softly and kissed back, running his nails over Noah's hair.

They twisted and Kurt lay back on the couch, tugging Noah down on top of him without breaking the kiss. Noah groaned and grabbed Kurt's wrists, holding them by his side as their tongues slid across each other. Kurt moaned softly and trailed his toes up the back of Noah's leg.

Kurt's back arched as Noah grinded his hips down. "Oh, fuck!" he gasped, the kiss breaking as he turned his head.

Noah grinned and dropped one hand down to hitch Kurt's leg up over his waist. "You like that, baby?" the older boy teased, nibbling along Kurt's jaw and down his neck. Kurt mewled dazedly, bucking his hips up.

Noah growled and tugged Kurt closer, their hips rocking together faster. Kurt's nails raked down Noah's back under his shirt, causing the older boy to sink his teeth into Kurt's collarbone.

Noah looked down at his boyfriend. Kurt's skin was flushed, his eyes were shut tightly, his lips swollen and wet. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said, panting as Kurt ground up harder.

The pale boys blue eyes fluttered open and Kurt whimpered at the dark heat in Noah's eyes. "Oh god, please baby, I love you, so good, fuck," Kurt babbled, his hips jerking erratically.

Noah snarled and bit Kurt's lip, tugging gently. His hand slid down inside the back of the soprano's jeans, and Kurt moaned as Noah stroked a rough fingertip over his hole lightly.

"Come for me," Noah growled, his voice rumbling in his chest.

Kurt arched up against him, eyes rolling back in his head. "Noa-ahhh!"

Noah watched his boy fall apart under him. It only took two more short hard thrusts to get him to come. He pressed his forehead into Kurt's shoulder as his orgasm washed over him, hips still slowly grinding into Kurt's. He stilled when Kurt whimpered at the overstimulation.

***ADULT CONTENT IS NOW OVER AND NOW HERE IS SOME POST-COITAL FLUFFS.

Noah rolled off Kurt and lay beside him, arms tight and chest heaving for breath.

Kurt laughed breathlessly. "Ew, sticky," he said, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at his boyfriend.

Noah leaned over and pecked him on the lips. "I love you," he said quietly, "so much."

Kurt nuzzled into him happily, shivering as his sweat dried slowly. "I love you too, you delicious hunk of man meat."

Noah chucked and pressed another kiss into Kurt's hair.

A/n: Hopefully this made up for my lack of updating D: Yay smex?

So, the story only has about five more chapters to go before I wrap it up. I got into Wintec for next year, and by the time mid-years come around at the end of June, I hope to be finished with it. In between updating IDKW, I will hopefully be churning out some short sweet fics from these massive prompt lists I gathered up.

That's all from me for now! See you next chapter :D xoxo