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Hello dear readers, finally we have another chapter. It took a while, hopefully you enjoy it. I am so beyond tired. We have a family of mice and they seem to be finding their way into my bedroom and scratching around noisily at night and keeping me awake. I haven't slept properly for well over a week. We've caught 3 mice but there are definitely more. I can hear one scratching around in my room somewhere now but I can't see the little fucker so I probably won't get much sleep tonight either. Anyway, thanks for reading/reviewing, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 34

On Wednesday evening, Burt and Carole had plans. They were to attend a dinner party hosted by one of Carole's work colleagues. Before they left, Burt had confiscated Kurt's phone and made it clear to Finn that he was not to let Kurt out of the house or let Puck, Dave or Sebastian over.

"Dad," Kurt complained. "You're talking to Finn like he's my babysitter or something. I know I'm grounded ok, I'm not going to go anywhere and break the rules."

"Not too long ago I might have believed that," Burt said. "But now I'm not so sure. Puck and Sebastian are a bad influence on you."

"They are not," Kurt objected.

"I don't wanna argue with you, kiddo," Burt replied placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Just be that smart well behaved kid I love so much. And don't even think you can bribe Finn to let you out, me and Carole already know about his browser history."

"I'm running a bubble bath," Kurt decided with an exasperated sigh.

"Alright, Finn, make sure he stays in the house," Burt said.

"Sure," Finn nodded. "Have fun," he said to Burt and Carole, standing at the door to watch them drive off in the car.

Once the parents were out of sight, Finn shut the door then headed to the kitchen for a bag of cheesy chips and a can of soda. He then lounged on the couch with his eyes fixed on the television screen.

Upstairs, Kurt lit a few scented candles and carefully placed them around the bathroom to create a more relaxing ambience for his upcoming bubble bath. With the bath ready, he stripped off and sank gracefully into the water.

"Mmm," he sighed as the warmth caressed his skin.

He was sighing contentedly as he massaged shampoo into his hair when he thought he heard noises sounding from his bedroom. Confused, he let his fingers drop from his head and listened intently. He was sure he hadn't heard Finn come up the stairs but he could definitely hear footsteps. Gripping the edge of the bath, Kurt stood up and stepped out of the tub. He reached for his fluffy dressing-gown and quickly robed himself. Quietly, he opened the bathroom door and tip-toed down the hall towards his room. He poked his head round the corner of the door and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Noah!" Kurt exclaimed as his heart thumped and his nerves jumped about. "What in the name of Gucci are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, babe," Puck replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"We do have a front door you know," Kurt told him as he strode across the room to close the window his boyfriend had climbed through.

"Come on, the window's totally more romantic," Puck grinned. "Besides, I didn't know if your old man had left yet or not."

"Dad and Carole have gone," Kurt confirmed turning back to face the other boy. "But Finn is still very much present and I am still very much grounded. You'd better go before he realises you're here. He might tell on me."

"Don't worry about Finnessa, its all taken care of," Puck assured him.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked suspiciously.

"Three… two… one…" Puck predicted and a knock sounded on the front door.

Heading out of his room, Kurt moved to stand at the top of the stairs and looked on as Finn opened the door to Santana, Brittany and Rachel.

"Hey Frankenteen," Santana greeted. "Your Auntie Tana is taking you and Berry on a double date. Yay!"

"Um… what?" Finn asked in confusion.

"Just get your coat and your wallet, we're going to Breadstix," Santana informed him in a tone that left no room for argument.

"Um… ok," Finn agreed though he still seemed rather confused.

"Santana and I are gonna make-out for you," Brittany declared with a proud smile. "It's gonna be so hot that even Rachel's gonna be turned-on and let you touch her boobs."

"Um… cool," Finn commented with a dopey smile before an impatient Santana snatched hold of his arm and dragged him away.

"I'm not entirely sure what's happening," Rachel said as she was led away by Brittany.

"Just sing a song about it," Brittany told her.

"Sing quietly," Santana chipped in before the group of four disappeared.

"I guess I'll just shut the front door," Kurt huffed before heading down the stairs to do just that. "Well, Noah Puckerman," Kurt said in what he hoped to be a playfully flirtatious voice as he made his way back up the stairs. "Now that you've interrupted my relaxing bubble bath, just what do you intend to do with me?"

"Well, I don't see no reason why we can't finish off that bubble bath together," Puck suggested. "Of course, it does mean you'll have to see me naked again. Think you can handle that, babe?"

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make," Kurt smiled. "Ta-take off your clothes," he requested, his skin pinking slightly as he stumbled over his words.

Without a care in the world, Puck kicked his sneakers off, pulled his top over his head and dropped it to the floor before wriggling out of his jeans, no underwear in sight.

"Now you," Puck said running a finger along the part of Kurt's dressing-gown that revealed part of his smooth white chest.

Eyes on the carpet, Kurt unknotted the tie of his robe and let it drop to the floor.

"Hey, beautiful," Puck smiled stepping closer and tilting Kurt's chin up.

"Hey," Kurt mouthed in response and Puck surveyed him fondly before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Come on," Puck instructed after raking his eyes up and down Kurt's nude form a few times. He guided Kurt back into the bathroom and the two teens settled into the water together, Puck's cock standing proudly to attention over the situation while Kurt blushed prettily.

The water was still pleasantly warm and the bubbles were still boasting with life but Kurt hardly noticed. His attention was fixed solely on the boy in front of him. Peering through his eyelashes, Kurt admired Puck's muscular arms and chiselled chest. If there had ever been any doubt in Kurt's mind about his sexuality, then his interest in men would have become crystal clear and been truly undeniable when looking at a naked Noah Puckerman.

As Puck gazed back at him with his famous bad boy smirk, Kurt knew instinctively that he would soon be offering his virginity to his boyfriend. They had the house to themselves and Kurt was confident Lima's sex shark had sense enough to bring lube and a condom. It was going to happen. Kurt Hummel was going to have sex with Noah Puckerman.

XXX

"I bet they're already fucking," Sebastian commented to Dave as he checked the time.

"What?" Dave asked disbelievingly. "No way, come on, Bas, Puck probably only just climbed through Kurt's window like ten minutes ago."

"Exactly," Sebastian replied turning onto his side and propping his head up in his hand as he watched the boy beside him in his bed drink from a soda can. "Puck should be buried balls deep in the Princess' sweet little ass by now. Do you think he'll be loud? I have a feeling Kurt will be loud and probably a scratcher too. Or a biter."

"This is going to be their first time together," Dave pointed out. "They shouldn't rush the moment. And Kurt's a hopeless romantic. He doesn't want Puck to have sex with him. He wants Puck to make love to him."

"Urgh, making love's for heterosexuals and lesbians," Sebastian muttered.

"Maybe," Dave agreed. "But making love can be for us fucking queer boys too. I'm not the romantic that Kurt is, but I don't want to just be a casual fuck to you."

"Right," Sebastian mumbled before sitting up and crossing his legs Indian style. "Sorry. I know how to have sex and show a guy a night he'll never forget. But I never really learned how to love a guy and share a night that neither of us will forget. I've only ever fucked people. No respect for them and no feelings. I just use them. But you're not just some guy, Dave. You do know that, right? I'm not just going to use you then walk away like you don't matter."

"Damn right you're not," Dave agreed gripping a fist fall of Sebastian's shirt and claiming his mouth. "I've suffered through a lot of shit. It feels like I walked through Hell and back. But it was all worth it because I got to meet you."

"Does that mean I'm your horny little devil?" Sebastian asked moving to straddle Dave's lap.

"Horny little devil I met in Hell… perverted little angel I found in Heaven," Dave shrugged. "Doesn't matter either way. You're still mine. And just so we're clear," he continued as he rolled them over so he was atop Sebastian, pressing the slighter boy down into the mattress. "When it happens, I'll be the one fucking you."

"It could happen now," Sebastian suggested as he littered kisses all over Dave's face and neck.

"Ha, no chance," Dave replied.

"Why not?" Sebastian pouted. "Do I look slightly less sexy in this light or something?"

"You couldn't be less sexy if you tried," Dave assured him nipping at the Dalton student's lower lip.

"So why don't you wanna fuck me?" Sebastian demanded to know sounding rather defensive.

"Oh, I wanna fuck you, baby," Dave told him. "And I will fuck you," he promised. "Just not tonight, or any other night when I know you've had a recent fight with your dad."

"The man's an asshole," Sebastian seethed. "He said he wants to spend more time with me and my mum's been begging me to stop being so stubborn and try to make the effort. So I called his office during my lunch break thinking maybe we could organise some lame father/son activity, not that I actually give a shit of course."

"You do give a shit," Dave said truthfully, earning himself a glare. "He's your dad; of course you give a shit. You're angry with him, I get that. But you still love him and you still want to spend time with him. So every time he chooses his work over you, it hurts. Of course it does."

"He put me on hold," Sebastian complained.

"I know, I'm sorry," Dave comforted. "I wish I could make it better for you."

"You could if you fucked me," Sebastian said.

"I'm not fucking you when you're angry and upset with him," Dave replied calmly and firmly. "I don't want my first time to be a form of distraction. I don't wanna be used like that."

"I guess that's fair," Sebastian acknowledged. "Just kiss me instead?"

Dave leaned down and melded their mouths together, allowing Sebastian to take control and reverse their positions so he was on top again.

XXX

"Noah!" Kurt cried out in shock when the mohawked teen splashed some water at him.

"What?" Puck asked batting his eyelashes and trying to look innocent.

Glaring, Kurt flicked some water back and Puck laughed before splashing him for a second time.

"So childish," Kurt commented even as he retaliated.

Soon enough, the pair were engaged in a full-blown water fight. Kurt shrieked while Puck laughed until there was more water on the bathroom floor than in the bathtub. Using one arm to shield his face and the other to splash water, Kurt awkwardly slipped around until he was on his knees. He then reached his hands out, intending to grab a hold of Puck's hips, but one hand brushed the boy's erect cock instead.

"Truce?" Kurt asked as he coiled his fingers around Puck's dick.

"If you give me a kiss," Puck compromised. Rolling his eyes, Kurt leaned in to press his lips to Puck's mouth. "I didn't say I wanted a kiss there," Puck pointed out with a smirk.

"And where precisely do you want me to kiss you?" Kurt asked though he was sure he knew what the other had in mind.

By way of an answer, Puck simply guided Kurt's mouth to his swollen member and let his eyes fall shut with pleasure when Kurt kissed the tip.

As Kurt straightened up, he and Puck looked to one another and silently decided that it was time to leave the bathroom and head to the bedroom. They stepped out of the tub together; Kurt catching Puck when he slipped on the water-covered tiles, then Kurt grabbed a towel as he led Puck back to his room.

After locking the door, Kurt quickly towelled himself dry before throwing the towel to Puck so he could do the same.

"N-now what?" Kurt asked looking to Puck for instruction as he held his hands in front of his private parts shyly.

"Relax," Puck told him stepping up so their bodies were pressed together. He moved Kurt's hands to his shoulders and dropped his forehead to rest on Kurt's. "Are you sure you want this, babe?"

"I'm sure," Kurt confirmed, speaking his words against Puck's lips. "Just tell me what to do."

"Close your eyes," Puck whispered and he watched the countertenors eyelids flutter shut before kissing him deeply. He glided his guitar-player hands down the length of Kurt's back before cupping his rear and lifting him up, the ivory-skinned boy locking his legs around Puck's waist. Puck carried Kurt to the bed and gently set him down before standing back to admire him. "Spread your legs," he advised and Kurt followed the instruction without complaint. "Touch yourself," Puck choked out in a husky voice, looking on hungrily as Kurt 'performed' for him. "Go slower," Puck directed.

Releasing a small whimper, Kurt slowed down his movement, lightly teasing his fingertips across his cock rather than firmly stroking. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and he was sure the blush was creeping down his neck to bloom across his chest.

Initially, the fashionista felt awkward as he touched himself under Puck's gaze. Then he dared to meet his boyfriend's eye and he felt a rush of adrenaline wash over him, the feeling similar to the exhilaration he felt when performing in the Choir Room or on stage. With renewed confidence, Kurt spread his legs a little wider and angled his hips so that his asshole was better displayed. He let out a soft moan as he caressed his penis with one hand and scratched down his own torso with the other. The awkwardness faded and with Puck watching him so heatedly Kurt couldn't help but feel sexy.

"Faster," Puck commanded as he stood at the edge of the bed fondling himself.

Obediently, Kurt sped up his ministrations, feeling naughty and excited and desperately horny.

Slowly, Puck crawled across the mattress, like a wild cat stalking towards its prey. Catching hold of Kurt's wrist, Puck told him to stop before he settled himself over him, their naked bodies rutting against one another as they kissed. They took their time exploring one another in ways they hadn't before. Puck licked and sucked while Kurt scratched and gently nipped. Kurt tugged at Puck's mohawk, raked his nails down his back and lightly scraped his teeth across his earlobe. Puck strummed a finger over Kurt's nipple, trailed kisses along his stomach and licked long stripes over the expanse of his throat before sucking a mark onto the china skin.

"Noah," Kurt sighed out as sizzles of pleasure sparked through him from head to toe. "Please, I need… I need…" Kurt didn't know how to complete the sentence, but he hoped that his more experienced boyfriend would understand.

"I know, baby, I know," Puck assured placing a kiss to Kurt's jaw before moving away. He searched through the pockets of his discarded jeans and pulled out lube and a condom. "I've never actually used one of these before," Puck commented as he rejoined Kurt on the bed and pressed the condom into his hand. "Put it on me," Puck requested.

Sitting up, Kurt ripped open the packet then carefully rolled the condom onto Puck's cock. Satisfied that he had done it correctly, he threw the wrapper in the bin by his bed and then awaited further instruction from his boyfriend.

"Bas says it's less painful if you're on your hands and knees," Puck said.

"I want to look at you," Kurt replied.

"I don't want to hurt you," Puck told him.

"So go slow," Kurt suggested and Puck nodded before uncapping the lube bottle.

He took his time preparing Kurt, starting out with just one finger. He took considerably more time prepping and stretching Kurt than he ever had with any girl he'd been with.

"More," Kurt pleaded beginning to get a little impatient.

"No need to rush, babe," Puck said. "Just feel and enjoy."

He carefully inserted a second finger into Kurt's body, the action making the countertenor shudder.

"Just feel it," Puck whispered soothingly as he probed Kurt's hole. "Just feel it, baby."

"Oh, mmm," Kurt moaned as he arched his back and clawed at Puck's biceps.

Flexing his fingers, Puck used a scissoring motion to stretch Kurt out a little more before making use of more lube and slipping in a third finger.

"Oh fuck," Kurt swore and the curse word falling from Kurt's lips definitely turned Puck on.

"You're beautiful," Puck complimented as he worked three fingers in and out of Kurt's tight heat.

"Please, Noah, please," Kurt panted as he yanked at his own hair. "Fuck, I want you, please."

"I've got you, babe," Puck assured dropping kisses over the porcelain-skinned boy's face.

"Noah," Kurt whined desperately.

Puck fingered Kurt a little more vigorously for a few minutes before pulling his hand away then positioning his cock at Kurt's entrance.

"I love you, Kurt," Puck told him and Kurt opened his eyes and took steadying breaths as he battled with the overwhelming passion and desperation to focus on his mohawked boyfriend.

"I love you too," Kurt replied and Puck's mouth formed into a delighted boyish grin.

With their lips pressed together in a messy open-mouthed kiss, Puck guided his cock to Kurt's hole and eased his way inside, the slighter boy's entire body tensing up at the intrusion.

"Relax," Puck instructed and Kurt tossed his head from side to side, panting and gasping as his fingernails bit into Puck's skin and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as his body was filled with Puck's dick. "You ok?" he asked brushing Kurt's hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"It hurts," Kurt admitted through gritted teeth.

"Just breathe through it, baby," Puck encouraged. "It'll feel so good soon, I promise."

Holding still inside of his boyfriend, Puck pressed reassuring kisses to Kurt's face before coaxing him into a proper make-out session. He continued to whisper words of encouragement and patiently waited for Kurt to tell him it was ok to move.

"I'm ready," Kurt said with a kiss to Puck's mouth.

Letting the kiss linger a few moments more, Puck slowly pulled out and watched the expressions pass over Kurt's face as he thrust back in.

"So beautiful," Puck groaned and Kurt gripped at his mohawk and almost growled as the pain eased off and the pleasure flooded in.

For Kurt, the entire experience felt like it ended too soon. For Puck, he savoured and cherished every moment, committing them to memory. To him, it felt like the moment would never end and he was more than happy to continue his existence forever buried inside Kurt's beautiful ass.

Of course, the moment did end and the boys cuddled up together side-by-side, facing one another, both still giddy from their love-making.

"Wow," Kurt summarised as Puck carded his fingers through his hair.

"Wow," Puck murmured in agreement before giving Kurt a little kiss.

They continued to gaze into one another's eyes for several minutes more before they heard the front door open and close and Burt's voice calling out to Kurt.

"Oh no," Kurt whispered frantically as he sat up. "Noah, you need to leave. If he finds you we're both dead."

"Kurt? Finn?" Burt called out in question and the sound of his footsteps on the stairs made Kurt pale more than usual and throw on his robe while Puck hurriedly snatched up his clothing and crossed to the window. "What's going on, boys?"

"Nothing dad," Kurt called back helping Puck dress as quickly as they could manage. "I'm just reading a book," he improvised.

"Where's Finn?" Burt asked suspiciously as his footsteps got closer to Kurt's bedroom door.

"He went out," Kurt answered rushing to his bedroom door and opening it just far enough to poke his head through.

"What do you mean he went out, he was supposed to watch over you?" Burt did not look impressed.

"Rachel came over and he left to hang out with her," Kurt explained, his heart beating furiously with the knowledge that his dad was so close to discovering his boyfriend climbing out of his bedroom window.

"So you've spent the night on your own?" Burt checked.

"Yes," Kurt nodded and Burt frowned.

"Step away from the door," Burt ordered.

"What?" Kurt asked, sincerely hoping that he sounded innocently confused rather than panicked.

"Open the door," Burt instructed. "And that Puckerman kid better pray that I don't find his punk ass in there."

"Dad," Kurt complained. "Don't talk about Noah like that."

He stepped away from the door and his dad swept in and looked about. He instantly spotted the open window and swiftly crossed the room and looked down to find Puck climbing down the drainpipe.

"Um, hey, Mr. H," Puck greeted brightly before dropping down to the ground. "Well, its late, I'd better head home. See ya," he took off at a run and Burt shut the window before looking round to face Kurt.

"Look, dad, we just…" Kurt tried to explain.

"No, kid, I really don't wanna know," Burt cut him off. "I'm disappointed in you, Kurt."

"Dad, please," Kurt sighed not wanting the man he loved and respected so much to be angry or upset with him. "I… I want to talk about this, share it with you. That's what sons and fathers do, isn't it? Just, please, just sit with me," he indicated the bed and Burt looked rather pained.

"I really don't think I should sit there," Burt said.

"Oh, no," Kurt acknowledged with a blush. "I guess not." He moved to pull out his desk chair and gestured for the older Hummel to sit. "Please, dad."

"Boy, here we go," Burt muttered to himself as he occupied the seat.

"Thank you," Kurt said appreciatively as he perched on the bed. "I assume I don't need to spell out what happened here tonight."

"Kurt, I'm dumb, but I ain't stupid," Burt commented. "I know your boyfriend didn't sneak in through your window just to give you a little kiss and a cuddle. Is this… was this the first time? You know what, I don't wanna know that."

"It was the first time," Kurt said. "This is a big deal for me, dad. Tonight was special. Please don't be angry or disappointed with me for that. We were safe and we were careful and Noah respects me. And… he loves me and more importantly, I love him. Shouldn't you be happy for me instead of treating me like I've done something wrong?"

"You don't understand what its like to be a parent, Kurt," Burt told him. "It ain't easy, kid. And when your mum died, I had to raise you by myself and that made everything a lot harder. I don't even think you realise just how important you are to me, how much I love you. When narrow minded bullies or strangers in the street do or say something to make you feel like you're wrong for being you, it hurts me, Kurt. Sometimes I think the homophobic attitudes you're faced with every day hurts me more than you. I guess that's because you're the stronger Hummel. But if you're upset, or angry, or in pain, I feel it right alongside you, buddy. And as your dad, I want you to be yourself and be proud of who you are. I want you to be happy and I want you to be loved. But at the same time, I'm really selfish and I don't ever want any boy with a charming smile taking you away from me. I guess a part of me wants to be the only important man in your life. But I know that isn't how it goes and I know that's not fair to you. You deserve to be loved, Kurt. You deserve it more than any person I know. But I'm your dad. I love you and I want what's best for you, but I'm never gonna be ok with a boy… being intimate with you. It's a dad thing. Puck understands, he's got that little sister of his and he's a father himself. It's just the way us dads are programmed."

"Oh, so… am I in trouble?" Kurt asked uncertainly.

"You're not in trouble," Burt answered him. "Damn it, you're in love." Burt stood up and ruffled Kurt's hair. "I love you, kiddo."

"I love you, dad," Kurt replied.

"I don't want to see Puck's face again for at least three days," Burt said. "I need time to calm down or I will get my gun and shoot him."

"Dad," Kurt complained.

"Not a deadly shot," Burt assured. "Just in the leg or arm or something. Now, I guess I'll have to talk to Carole and see what she wants to do about Finn running off with Rachel when he should have been here. Goodnight, Kurt."

"Night," Kurt responded. He watched his dad leave the room and close the door. He waited for half a minute before getting up to lock it and then tiptoed over to the window and pushed it back open. Staring out into the night, he waited patiently and in less than twenty seconds he spied Puck making his way back over to the house. He climbed up through the window again and kissed Kurt soundly on the mouth. "We have to be quiet," Kurt whispered.

"I can do quiet," Puck grinned kissing him again as they made their way back to the bed.

To Be Continued…

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