* This is written for the lovely GayforKurt – I hope you like it*
The summer before senior year the members of New Directions decided to take a little vacation together. Santana's fraternal grandparents lived in Arizona and invited the teens to come out and explore the southwest for a couple of weeks. Everyone was excited to get out of Lima.
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I wasn't sure how Noah and I wound up being roommates, but I wasn't complaining. Sometime over the last six months we had formed a friendship, growing closer all the time.
"Which bed do you want, Princess?" Noah asked as we entered our room.
"Doesn't matter to me, Noah. You pick." I smiled at the taller boy.
"I'll take the one closest to the door. That way if I go out and come back late I won't disturb your beauty sleep," he smirked.
"Oh, Noah, silly boy, who says I'll be sleeping or alone for that matter," I smirked back.
I could have sworn I heard Noah growl softly before we began cracking up at my remark. We both collapsed together on Puck's bed, laughing and clutching our sides.
As the laughter died, Puck scooted closer to me and rested his head on my stomach.
"I'm gonna teach you how to play guitar while we're here," Puck announced.
Without even thinking about it I carded my fingers through Noah's Mohawk. "Who said I wanted to learn guitar?"
"You just gotta. It's like a skill that will be useful, plus guitars are just sexy. No one's more qualified then the Puckster to teach you." Noah actually leaned into my hand.
This brought my attention to what I was doing and my hand froze. I looked over at the other boy in trepidation. When I didn't see any adverse reactions I continued my movements. Now that I was aware, I was painfully aware. Totally conscious of Puck's head resting on my stomach, which had decided to start with the butterflies, I wasn't sure what brought this on.
Okay, I knew what brought this on. It was the same feeling I used to get when Noah would pick me up freshman year to toss in the dumpster. The very same feeling I still get every time the boy walks through the door for Glee. It's the way I feel when we play video games together in the basement, both of us ganging up on Finn.
Noah Puckerman is sexy. There was no way around it and no denying it. He had starred in many, many of my fantasies over the years. Spending more time with the boy, especially in close quarters, wasn't going to help.
"Come on," Puck said sitting up, "Let's get changed and go explore. I'll even buy you dinner."
I looked at him in shock for a moment but the jock's back was to me. I had almost pointed out that it sounded like a date, so I just shut my mouth quickly. Instead I replied, "Sounds fun, give me five minutes to change my shirt and fix my hair."
"Your hair is fine, Kurt, and you know it. Hurry up before Frankenteen decides to join us."
"You're not inviting Finn?" I grabbed a clean shirt from my luggage as I headed for the bathroom.
"Hell no! He'll wanna bring Rach and I won't have my headphones to drown her out like on the plane."
I jumped when Noah had started to speak dropping my shirt. I was in the middle of changing and I had no idea he followed me into the bathroom. He smiled at me in the mirror.
"So let's get a move on!" he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and pulled on my clean shirt. When I was done I checked my hair anyway while Puck just laughed.
I grabbed my wallet and my camera and we headed out.
The only people we ran into on our way were Brittany and Santana. They were sneaking out for a little exploring as well.
"Where are the dolphins going Tana?" Brittany asked as she waved to us.
"Who knows? Who cares? Come on Brit-Brit, I know this great restaurant not too far." Santana pulled her girlfriend down the block.
We found ourselves wandering in and out of the shops, looking at all the Southwestern and Native American art work. I was having a wonderful time and Noah, well, he was acting like a big kid – dragging me into store after store.
I was standing outside going through a table full of tourist items when one of the salesmen asked me if I needed any help.
"No, thank you." I smiled at the attractive young man.
Puck came bounding out of the store with a huge Mexican sombrero on his head. "Look what I found Princess!" He placed another hat on my head.
"Dear Gaga, Noah. What the hell are we gonna do with these?"
"Who cares? They're fun. Wait, I'm gonna get one for Sar-bear too!" He rushed back inside.
"Your boyfriend is very funny," the salesman chuckled.
I was too busy staring off in the direction Puck had gone to take in what he said at first, but then it caught up to me.
Just as I was about to correct his mistake, Puck came back but with two smaller pink hats. "I found these pink ones for you and Sarah. We'll just give the other one to Finn."
I didn't even know what to say, it's very rare that I am speechless but at that moment it was unreal.
Puck had plucked the hat off my head and deposited the pink one in its place. The sales guy chimed in, "Pink is definitely your boyfriend's color, good choice." Then he smiled at Puck and went inside the store.
I figured Puck would get all freaked out but instead he grabbed my hand and started down the street. "See what a good boyfriend I am, I even got the right color," he smirked.
"Shut up, Noah!" I laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You should've corrected the poor guy."
"Why? What difference does it make what people think? I'm on vacation. That means I can do whatever I want."
"Within reason Noah; I'm not bailing your ass out of jail." We both laughed at my comment.
"The lady who sold me the hats said there was a good restaurant at the end of this block that even has a live band tonight. You up for trying some Mexican food?"
"Whatever you want, Noah." I didn't really mean that to come out that way and I started blushing immediately as Puck leered at me.
"Are you hitting on Puckzilla, Kurt?" He laughed loudly when my blush deepened.
"You're a jerk, Noah." I hit him in the arm as we entered the establishment.
"Ya, but you love me anyway." Noah just let his statement hang there as he asked the hostess for a table for two near the band.
That might just be the problem, I thought to myself.
The restaurant was amazing. It was dark and cool inside but had colorful decorations everywhere. The band was setting up as the hostess showed us to a table just off to the stage.
Noah held out the chair for me, which shocked me completely, before dropping himself into the chair right next to me. I arched an eyebrow at him.
"What? This way we can both see the stage." His smile was the one that was my favorite. It was the one that said: I-know-I'm-being-cheesy-but-you-can't-help-but-be- madly-in-love-with-me-so-get-over-it.
"Do you know what you want to order?" Puck looked over my shoulder at the menu instead of opening his own.
"I'm not sure. Everything looks really good. What about you?"
Puck scooted closer. "Why don't we order a couple of things to try and then we can share?"
"Isn't that a little 'couply' for you?" I blurted.
Noah looked at me for a minute. "That's not a bad thing, right? I mean, I know I'm not the world's greatest person and I've been the worst kind of ass but I'm getting better."
"Oh! Noah, I'm sorry – I didn't mean to imply that. Anyone would be so lucky if you decide to make them yours." I was sort of stumbling over my words.
"Naw, Kurt, I know I've been a jerk and a Lima Loser, but I am trying to change."
"Noah Puckerman you are not a Lima Loser! I will concede to the jerk part, cause let's face it you were, but you're not anymore and that's what's important. Everyone deserves the chance to do better, to be better, if they want."
"That's one of the many great things about you Princess: no one else has such a forgiving spirit." He chuckled and shook his head as if to dispel his thoughts. "So what looks good to you?"
"What?"
The jock pointed to the menu.
"Huh? Oh! Ya, right, food. Hmmm, well, I've never tried enchiladas – have you?" Noah shook his head 'no.' "What about tamales?" Again a negative head shake. "So why don't we order those and we can share?"
"S'all good to me. I just like to eat." His grin was spiking my temperature again.
The waitress brought our drinks and took our order. She kept looking at Noah in appreciation and I would have wagered my favorite Mark Jacobs jacket the boy moved closer to me.
Dinner arrived and it was all very good.
Noah and I talked about everything, laughing constantly. We even Googled some tourist attractions we wanted to check out. We decided to ask Santana if there was a car we could borrow and drive up to Sedona the next day to take in the sights. I told him we should bring her and Brittany along, which he was fine with. He wanted to go see the Grand Canyon but we figure that would be an overnight trip and we weren't sure about the vehicle situation.
We ordered the Flan for dessert as the band started playing. They had a nice mix of English and Spanish songs, some more traditional than others. The woman's singing voice reminded me of Toni Braxton which I commented on to Puck.
"Right! I was thinking she sounded familiar."
I was a little shocked by that and it must have showed.
"Yes Princess, I know who Toni Braxton is." He rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through the music playlist. He pulled up a song I hadn't heard before but it sounded good.
The singer approached our table. "Is that a request guys? We can do that song if you want." Apparently she had heard the few verses Noah played for me.
Noah's eyes lit up. "Really? That would be awesome."
She smiled at us and went back to the band announcing to the restaurant that they were playing a special request for the couple in the front.
I could feel the blush burning my face as soon as the words left her mouth and I looked at Noah to see his reaction, but he was just smiling. The first strains of the guitar started and he pulled me to my feet.
"Come on, dance with me?"
The intelligent part of my brain warned that this was a bad, bad idea. The horny teenage boy in me screamed to shut up and enjoy.
A smoky room, a small cafe
They come to hear you play
And drink and dance the night away
I sit out in the crowd
And close my eyes
Dream you're mine
But you don't know
You don't even know that I am there
The words poured over me and seemed to infiltrate all my senses. Noah pulled me close and whispered, "Just relax."
By the second verse he was singing along right next to my ear. His beautiful tenor sent shivers down my spine and he just pulled me closer.
I wish that I was in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song
I didn't even realize that my arms had found their way around his neck or that my head was resting gently on his shoulder. I was lost in the moment as we swayed around in soothing circles. Our bodies fit together like we danced this way all the time.
Steal my heart with every note you play I wish that I was in your arms
I pray you'll look my way
And hold me to your heart someday
I long to be the one that you caress with
tenderness
And you don't know
You don't even know that I exist
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song
My breath caught and my heart hammered in my chest as I felt Noah drop a small kiss on top of my head. I was too chicken to look up. I didn't want to lose the closeness of right now. This was far better than any fantasy I'd ever had and I wasn't willing to let it go.
The male guitar player sang out the next verse in Spanish. I could barely make out the words but Noah sang along with perfect diction.
Te sientas entre la gente
Cierras tu ojos
Y suenas que soy tuyo
Pero yo no siquiera se que estas ahi
Me gustaria tenerte entre mis brazos amor
The woman's silky voice hit the notes beautifully. To me it was like she was pulling the lyrics from somewhere inside me that I didn't even know existed. As much as I tried to tell myself not to read too much into this, I was aware it was probably too late for that.
I sit out in the crowd I wish that I was in your arms
And close my eyes
Dream you're mine
And you don't know
You don't even know that I exist
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song
The final notes faded away. I wished the song was longer!
"Princess, did you fall asleep on me?" Noah's voice was low and rough.
"No, I just don't want the song to end," I whispered and felt tears start to form behind my eyes.
"Okay." He chuckled but held me tighter.
The next song started and even though it was a faster song we continued to sway slowly. I truly never wanted to move.
After a few more songs Noah suggested we go back as it was getting late. I reluctantly let go.
As we left the restaurant Noah took my hand and we strolled back toward the house. "It's nice here," he said. "We couldn't do this at home. Not one single person has looked at us with anything but a smile."
"Well, Phoenix and its surrounding suburbs are the fourth largest growing city in the country right now so I guess it's pretty progressive. Not to mention they have a large LGBT community here."
Puck laughed. "Did you research the city before we arrived, Princess?"
"Of course I did," I answered, but I giggled as well.
Once we were back in our room I tried to disengage my hand from his, but he wouldn't let go. Instead he leaned against the closed door and pulled me into him.
"Aren't you going to kiss me good night?" he whispered against my ear.
"Do-do you want me to?" I asked.
"Yes." Then those perfect lips closed over mine. The kiss was so amazing I imagined my foot popping like in one of those romantic comedies.
When Noah pulled away his eyes were blazing at me and I was helpless. I couldn't not react!
I don't really know what happened next everything moved so fast – well, blurred really. I felt drunk but I knew I hadn't had anything to drink; one minute we were kissing against the door and the next I found myself naked lying next to Noah.
He hands skated across my body, leaving no part untouched. His mouth followed the path his hand took. By the time Noah reached my lips, every part of me had been kissed and caressed. From my ankle, to the crease behind my knee, my thigh - which now sported a dark love bite - to my abdomen and chest, across my shoulders, the crook of my elbow, my fingers, and finally my neck and jaw. I was extremely hard and leaking when he was through. I could barely catch my breath and every part he touched was on fire.
I heard my voice beg, but it was almost unrecognizable as it was filled with want and desire.
"Do you want me, Princess?" he whispered.
A stream of 'yes' poured out of me. I couldn't stop and I couldn't say anything else. My body was wound so tight my eyesight was even blurred. I could feel his hot skin under my hands, but I couldn't see more than an outline.
A hand stroked my shaft as I felt slick fingers enter my body. I could do nothing but moan as I felt Noah brush against that sensitive spot deep inside me. My hips bucked on their own.
I nearly screamed in pleasure as I felt his warm, wet mouth close around me. I bit down on my lip to the point of drawing blood. Too soon the sensation ended but I could feel how close I was.
"Open your eyes for me," he commanded and I had to obey. "I want you to see me when I bury myself in your body." And just like that my temperature skyrocketed leaving me feeling loopy and a bit delirious.
I always imagined there would be pain on my first time, but all I felt was a slight pressure. Then he hit my prostate and I couldn't hold back the screams of pleasure.
"Don't you dare close those pornographic blue eyes, Princess! I need you to know it's me," he growled. Then he set an almost furious pace.
On some level I was aware of his strong, hot body pounding into my softer flesh, but I couldn't feel it as much as just be aware of it. It was like what I imagined being weightless must feel like - aware but feeling nothing like what your brain tells you that you should feel.
"I'm so close, Noah." I moaned into his shoulder before crashing our lips together again.
"Come for me, Kurt… Kurt… Kurt"
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"Kurt… Kurt!"
Noah nudged me gently at first, but then a little stronger. My eyes opened slowly.
"Dude, we're here. It's time to wake up and get off the plane." Puck smiled. "You were totally out like a light, Princess."
I blinked several times. Shit! It was a dream. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
Instead I forced myself to stand up and gather my things. We followed our friends off the plane and over to get our luggage. The shuttle took us out to Santana's grandparents place.
Puck grabbed one of my bags as well as his own when we arrived. "Come on Roomie!"
"What? We're rooming together?"
"Ya, remember I told you! I traded with Artie so he could have the room downstairs. Now hurry up your highness! I want to go explore. I'll even buy you dinner."
I stopped midway up the stairs. Those were the exact words Noah had said in my dream. I forced myself the rest of the way up. I entered our room and looked around.
"Hurry up and change before Frankenteen and Berry try to tag along."
"Sure, Noah. Just give me five minutes to change my shirt and fix my hair."
As I exited the bathroom, Noah turned to me with a smile, "On the plane you were mumbling something about guitars. If you want to learn to play I could teach you Kurt."
"That sounds amazing, Noah. I know just the song I want you to teach me," I smiled back.
AN: So this was a little different than I've done before and I'm not even sure where it came from. I just started writing and here we are. I hope you like it!
The song is Toni Braxton's "Spanish Guitar" it's a super sexy song! I had never heard it before – but was totally worth downloading.