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Song is: 'I didn't know I'd love you so much'-From Repo! The Genetic Opera-Anthony Stewart Head and Alexa Vega
Kurt singing
Puck singing
Kurt & Puck singing
Chapter 14-Idiot Gorgeous Jock
As Kurt stood up and looked over the lyrics that had just been handed to him, he sent a frosty glare in Mr. Schue's direction. It wasn't the song choice that bothered him, and he certainly wasn't averse to being given the female vocal of a duet, but to sing this song with Noah, that was a different matter entirely. Was Mr. Schue trying to punish Kurt somehow? Did the Spanish teacher know of Kurt's true feelings for Noah? No, he couldn't possibly. Mr. Schue was far too oblivious to ever come to such a conclusion. He couldn't possibly know. Still, whether Mr. Schue knew or not, Kurt felt that he was fully justified in glaring at him.
"Dude, I love this song." Noah remarked appreciatively as he joined Kurt by the piano.
"Mr. Schue?" Rachel asked raising her hand high in the air; she never could contain herself from making her opinions heard after all. "I really don't feel this is an appropriate song choice. If we perform this at Sectionals it could potentially damage our chances of a second year victory. The judges can't relate to such a piece, they will feel alienated by it."
"Why?" Noah challenged. "It's from a musical, don't the judges like all that stuff?"
"For the most part, yes." Rachel agreed with a sigh. "But this is hardly Cabaret or Les Mes. I personally don't feel that a number taken from Repo! The Genetic Opera is a sensible idea. Particularly if two males sing it, maybe if Finn and I were to perform it as a duet then we might…"
"Shut your hole, white girl." Mercedes huffed. "Not everything is about you and Finn."
"Mercedes." Mr. Schue interjected warningly. "I appreciate your concern, Rachel, but let's just see how Kurt and Puck perform and then we'll make a decision from there. Go ahead, guys."
Mumbling about the injustice of being overruled, Rachel slumped back in her seat. The rest of the group smiled at Kurt and Noah encouragingly as Brad danced his fingers across the piano.
Though the words were in front of him and the melody from the piano was sounding in his ear, Kurt did not sing. Receiving a signal from Mr. Schue, Brad ceased playing and everyone looked at Kurt inquisitively.
"As deeply as it pains me to say such a thing," Kurt began looking round at them all. "I think perhaps in this instance Rachel could be right, still tragically dressed to be true, but she has a point nonetheless. Perhaps this song would work better if she and Finn were to sing it."
"What?" Noah asked. "You like Repo; you think Anthony Stewart Head is hot, right?"
"Indeed, yes, thank you for sharing that, Noah." Kurt deadpanned. "I'm honoured you gave me a duet opportunity, Mr. Schue and I do love the song but… I don't feel entirely comfortable; wait… let me rephrase that… I don't feel at all comfortable with referring to Noah as 'dad' or 'daddy'."
"That's cool; we can just change the lyrics, right?" Noah asked looking to Mr. Schue for an answer.
"Sure." The teacher nodded, his smile as enthusiastic as ever. "Just sing each other's names."
Once again, Kurt sent a mutinous glare in the direction of the Glee club's vocal coach. However, this time when Brad played the musical intro, Kurt sang the song as expected.
"Puck be still,
There is nothing you need say,
It can wait…" Kurt sang.
"Kurt, your mother's calling me…" Noah sung softly, looking down at the floor as he sang the word 'mother'.
"Sometimes I wanted to cry…" Kurt continued keeping his eyes down on the lyrics even though he knew the words by heart.
"When the people on T.V were not quite the way we were
Somehow I guess I just knew.
But I didn't know I'd love you so much…" Although Kurt didn't want to make any form of eye-contact with Noah, his eyes betrayed his desires and landed straight on his best friend.
"I didn't know I'd love you so much
I didn't know I'd love you so much
But I do…" He sang the last three syllables in a breathy whisper, his eyes still hooked absorbedly upon Noah who was gazing back just as intensely.
"Sometimes I'd stay up all night…" Noah sang, a huskier tone to his voice, one that blended with Kurt's perfectly.
"Wishing to God that I was the one who died
Sometimes it's not enough time.
But I didn't know I'd love you so much…" He moved round the piano, stepping slowly nearer to Kurt.
"I didn't know I'd love you so much
I didn't know I'd love you so much
But I do…" The two were now stood face to face, Kurt having to crane his neck slightly to look up at Noah.
"Didn't know I'd love you so much…" Kurt sang, desperately hoping that no-one, especially Noah, would pick up on just how meaningful that lyric was to him, and that Brittany, the only one who knew of his love for Noah, wouldn't accidentally give anything away.
"Didn't know I'd love you so much…" Noah sang back and Kurt felt as though he was drowning in those hypnotising chocolate brown eyes.
"I didn't know I'd love you so much
But I do…" They sang together, neither teen breaking eye-contact, not even to blink.
"Hummel, go…" Noah part-sang, part-spoke.
"Puck, I will not leave you here
You will live…" Kurt replied, making a motion to reach out and touch Noah's arm but stopping himself at the last second.
"But you've already saved me, dear.
Go and change the world for me…" Noah sang as he stepped a fraction closer and rested a hand at Kurt's hip.
"We will always have each other
In our time of need
Noah, you're the world to me
Hummel, you're the world to me."
The song finished and the piano music died out, but Noah's hand remained on Kurt's waist. It was such a simple gesture, one that Kurt often did himself. In fact, he was known for placing his own hands on his hips. But his own hand resting comfortably on his hip was nothing compared to the feel of Noah's hand being there. It was so comfortable, so tingly, so sensual and then… it was gone and Kurt instantly missed the feel.
The group applauded their performance and Mr. Schue offered his praise. Noah smirked broadly but Kurt could not find it in himself to smile and suck up the attention. He simply moved back to his seat trying to remember how to breathe properly.
"That was hot." Brittany whispered into his ear so no-one else could hear them. "You two were totally having song-sex."
"Thank you, Brittany." Kurt replied as he flickered his eyes around worriedly, dearly hoping that no-one was listening in. "Make me a promise? Never mention anything like this again."
About half an hour later when Glee finished and they were all packing away, Kurt overheard Brittany making an apology to Santana saying Kurt had asked her not to talk about S-E-X.
Santana looked from Brittany to Kurt in confusion. After getting over the shock of Brittany being able to spell 'sex' correctly, Kurt started to feel the rise of panic. Panic which then progressed to fear as Santana stalked towards him.
"Let's talk." Santana smiled, and when Santana smiled that usually meant trouble.
Nervously, Kurt allowed himself to be steered away by the Latina girl, Brittany skipping alongside them. They found themselves an empty classroom and Santana instantly got to work.
Kurt tried to remain strong and defiant and he did so quite well for a long time. But eventually, Santana broke him and the truth came gushing out. To his surprise, Santana did not ridicule him for being in love with Noah. She merely linked her pinky finger with Brittany's and the two shared a smile that Kurt could not interpret before they both embraced him in a friendly hug.
"I won't tell anyone." Santana assured him.
"Good to know." Kurt responded. "And even if you did I'd just… deny it." He finished lamely.
"Whatever, Hummel." Santana scoffed reverting back to her normal bitchy self.
Somehow, Kurt had been talked into hosting a party at his house since his dad was away for the weekend. Having a party in his home was not something Kurt particularly desired to have, but Santana and Brittany had roped Noah into being the one to ask. It must have been Santana's idea, Kurt thought. The Latina probably knew that Kurt wouldn't be able to say no if Noah was the one to ask him to have a party. Santana really was devious sometimes.
So it was that on Saturday night, the entire Glee club plus a few others were singing and dancing in Kurt's living-room. Sam was also there, he'd tagged along with Mike. It was the first time Kurt had come face to face with his ex since breaking up with him.
To begin with, things were pretty relaxed between the two, but that all changed when the alcohol was introduced.
Sam was a lightweight, a bigger lightweight than Kurt even, and he was the first of the group to fall into a drunken state. He staggered over towards Kurt and draped his arm across his shoulder. Sam was then whispering sluggishly into his ear, trying to convince Kurt to give their relationship another chance.
Although Kurt was slightly tipsy himself, he was still level-headed enough not to give in to Sam's advances. Countless times he pushed the other teen away, but Sam always found his way back and kept trying to capture Kurt's mouth in a kiss.
Eventually, Kurt snapped and punched Sam in the face. As the other teen hit the floor, clutching his aching jaw, he burst into tears.
"We'd better call him a taxi and get him home." Quinn suggested as she was the most sober of the group.
Taking out her cell phone, Quinn called for a taxi and she and Mike heaved Sam up and took him outside to wait. A little while later, Quinn and Mike returned.
"You ok?" Noah asked Kurt softly as he came up behind him, winding his arms around his slender waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
"I am now." Kurt replied twisting in the other boy's hold so that they were facing one another.
He reached his arms up and looped them around Noah's neck. The Jewish teen didn't protest. He simply pulled Kurt a little closer and they gently swayed from side to side, despite the fact it was a fast song that was playing.
With all the alcohol flowing through his system, Kurt felt more confident. A smile settled comfortably on his glossed lips as he gazed up at Noah adoringly. Leanne was out of the picture and Sam was history, maybe now was the time for Kurt to make his move. All he had to do was lean up and taste Noah's lips. He'd done it so many times in his dreams; surely it would be easy enough to do it in real life.
It should be easy perhaps, but it wasn't. Kurt almost went for it but pulled away at the last second. He then lowered his eyes to the floor before slowly withdrawing his arms from around Noah's neck. He took a step back then moved away from his friend to join some of the girls.
The next time Kurt looked over at Noah, the Jewish boy was making out with one of the Cheerio's Santana had invited along.
Suddenly, the room was far too hot for Kurt. It felt as though he couldn't breathe. He fought his way past Mercedes and Tina heading through the living-room towards the back door. He needed to get outside, he needed some air.
Throwing the backdoor open, he streaked outside and ran to the bottom of the garden before collapsing to his knees with his forehead resting against the fence, not even caring that his new shoes and designer red jeans were being dirtied by the flowerbeds beneath him.
The cold of the heavy wind bit into his skin making his shoulders shake and the rain pouring from the sky above splashed all over his face. At least, that's what Kurt thought was happening at first, but he soon realised that was not the case. It was not raindrops running down his cheeks, but tears. And it was not the cold that was making his shoulders shake but the tremor that came from unsuppressed sobs.
He hadn't been there long when a hand settled upon his shoulder, making him jump and let out a squeak of surprise. Turning round, he expected to see Noah, but instead his eyes landed upon Santana.
"Come on, Hummel." She said holding her hands out to him then helping him to his feet.
She brushed some of the dirt off of him as best as she could before carefully smoothing out his hair. Clucking her tongue, she then lightly wiped away the tears that were streaking down his face.
"You're stronger than this." Santana told him sternly and Kurt nodded in response.
He then straightened himself into his usual dignified stance before swaggering back up to his house with Santana walking alongside him. Noah now had that Cheerio girl practically giving him a lap dance as they made out on the sofa.
"What was her name again?" Kurt asked Santana, the sight of Noah and the Cheerio attacking his eyes.
"Claire." Santana answered simply before moving away to find Brittany.
It didn't feel much like a party to Kurt anymore. It felt like a nightmare. If it had been someone else's party, he'd have simply left and gone home. But it was his party and he already was home. There was no escape.
Turning his eyes away from Noah and Claire, Kurt headed over to Artie and Matt hoping that the other two boys would help take his mind off of things.
It almost worked for a little while, but as soon as Kurt looked back over at Noah the pain returned. The pain then increased when Noah joined Kurt, Artie and Matt with a smirk on his lips as he told them all about Claire's kissing techniques.
At long last, people finally decided to leave. They all got taxi's home and slowly the house began to empty. Finally, it was just Noah and Kurt left. The Jewish boy moved around the house helping Kurt tidy up.
"That's enough for now." Noah decided. "We can do the rest in the morning."
Kurt nodded in agreement before reaching for the phone with the intent of calling Noah a taxi but he stopped him.
"I'm staying here tonight." Noah smiled before heading down to Kurt's basement.
Letting out a defeated sigh, Kurt made sure the door was locked then switched the lights off before following Noah downstairs. When he entered his basement, a topless Noah was kicking his jeans off before crawling onto the bed in just his underwear.
Kurt stood awkwardly by the door for a while as his eyes took in the sight. For so long, he'd desperately yearned to have Noah in his bed. Of course the circumstances were always entirely different.
"Babe, you getting in or what?" Noah asked him.
Not answering, Kurt selected himself a pair of silk pyjamas then headed towards the bathroom to change. He never made it. Noah had moved off the bed and crossed the room to grab his arm.
He took the pyjamas out of Kurt's hands and placed them carefully on the arm of his sofa before quietly stripping Kurt down to his underwear as if it was completely normal.
Confused, Kurt simply followed Noah over to the bed and they both climbed in and made themselves comfortable. Soon enough, Kurt found himself being cuddled against Noah's chest.
Once Kurt was completely sure that Noah was asleep, he lightly placed a swift kiss to Noah's lips.
"I love you, you idiot gorgeous jock." He whispered.
To Be Continued
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