A/N: No bad stuff this chapter. Velma was on her very best behavior!
Burt set up a tour of the house the following afternoon. Leslie was beyond helpful and efficient. Burt also booked a hotel room for him and Noah for Sunday night, much to the chagrin of the Andersons. They offered to let them stay at their house, but Burt respectfully declined, more for Noah's sake than his own. He knew that the teen would not be comfortable in someone else's home.
The next day, Kurt, Burt, and Noah drove to Westerville to look at the house. It was perfect. It was a brick home, and the front door opened up to a small foyer. To the right was a formal living room with a fireplace, and to the left was a sunroom. If you went straight, you would ascend a beautiful, wooden staircase that led to the four bedrooms. Burt and Noah both agreed that Kurt could have the master suite, mainly because it had the biggest closet. There was one other bedroom with an en-suite bathroom that Burt had claimed as his. Noah wasn't picky; he was just happy to have a home.
The formal living room led right to the kitchen. It had been updated recently and had cherry cabinets, black marble countertops, and black appliances. Kurt wasn't fond of the appliance color, but it wasn't a deal-breaker for him. From there, you could enter the dining room, which Kurt said had to be painted. "This blue is way too dark, Dad."
Burt put in an offer for $15,000 less than the asking price. Leslie said that this was a fair offer considering how long the house had been on the market. The boys all met the Andersons for lunch at their favorite restaurant in Westerville, and before the meal was finished, the offer on the house was accepted. It would still be a little while before Burt could fully move in; he had to sell his house in Lima now.
After lunch, Kurt and Blaine went back to Dalton while Burt and Noah checked into their hotel. Burt showed Noah where the new shop would be, and they talked about life.
Since neither of their roommates was back yet, Kurt and Blaine enjoyed the time alone, even if it was a little awkward at times. They both felt like they were fumbling around, not wanting to cross any boundaries and not knowing what those boundaries might be.
The boys had been making out for a while; Blaine was glad he had texted Wes and let him know that they were in their room. He did not want to be interrupted today. "Kurt," Blaine panted between kisses. "Can we...can we talk for a little bit?"
Kurt gave Blaine one more peck and nodded his head. He knew they needed to talk; Blaine's lips were just very enticing. "Yeah. We really should before we go too much further, shouldn't we?"
Both boys sat up and leaned against the headboard, twining their hands together. "Do you want to start or should I?" Kurt asked.
"It really doesn't matter to me," Blaine answered. "I guess I can. Um, have you ever done anything with anyone else before?" He wondered if he should be a bit more specific, but he didn't know how to ask exactly what he was thinking.
"Not that matters," Kurt answered. "I kissed one of my closest friends, Brittany, last year. I hoped that by doing that and 'dating' her, the jocks would lay off. They didn't, and it felt all wrong. Mainly because she was a girl...that never felt right to me. Also, she wasn't my soulmate. I knew that deep down, even before either of us got our marks. What about you?"
"No," Blaine answered squeezing Kurt's hand. "It honestly never even crossed my mind. I always knew that nothing would feel right until I was with my soulmate. "
"I'm sorry," Kurt said, upset with himself for being so weak.
Blaine could feel the self-loathing coming from Kurt through their bond. He turned toward his soulmate and lifted his chin so that Kurt was looking into his eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry about. You did what you had to do to survive that place. If anyone knows what that is like, it's me. I'm not mad at you if that's what's running through that beautiful head."
"You are so amazing," Kurt said and surged toward Blaine for a kiss, not able to hold off any longer. After a few moments, Kurt broke away. He wanted to continue their conversation. "So, what are you comfortable with as far as moving forward? I know that I'm not ready for everything yet, but I'd be okay with starting over our clothes."
"Yeah," Blaine said, nodding fervently. "I'm not ready for everything yet, either. But, over our clothes sounds like a good place to start."
Hearing that, Kurt lay back down and guided Blaine on top of him. "Whenever I pictured this in my mind, and yes, I have pictured it many, many times, I've always been the bottom. Is that okay with you?"
Again nodding like a bobble-head, Blaine said, "I've always pictured myself as the top. So yeah, I'm definitely alright with this arrangement." He slid down so that he was on top of Kurt, pushing their erections together perfectly.
Both boys moaned loudly, not caring who heard them. "I'm not going to last very long," Kurt warned.
"Me either," Blaine agreed. "I love you, so, so much!" Then, he captured Kurt's lips and began to rock himself into Kurt, grinding down hard enough to make them both moan into each other's mouths.
"I'm close, honey," Kurt said after a few minutes, nearing the edge of bliss.
"Me too," Blaine said. "Cum with me, baby. Now!" Blaine recaptured Kurt's lips, drowning out the scream he let out as he came, and worked them both through their orgasm. It felt as though their orgasms were twice as wonderful as they had been before they bonded, and they both wondered if it was due to their bond. Were they feeling something more than just their own bliss?
Once they were both done, they shared lazy kisses and basked in the afterglow of their release. "I love you," Kurt said eventually, "and I need you to get off of me. This is starting to congeal, and it's feeling gross!"
Blaine chuckled, pecked Kurt once more, and lifted himself off of his soulmate. "You can have the bathroom first." He swept his hand in the direction of their shared en-suite.
"Normally," Kurt started, "I would argue with you. Right now, though, I'm not. This is nasty!" Kurt kissed Blaine one more time, ran to his room to get a change of clothes, and jumped in the shower.
Blaine texted Wes to let him know that the coast was clear, thanking him more than once for giving him and Kurt some time alone. When Wes came into the room, Kurt had just turned the shower off, so Blaine got up to get himself a change of clothes so he could shower. Wes took one look at his disheveled friend, raised an eyebrow, and walked over to give Blaine a fistbump. Blaine laughed at him and headed to the bathroom, eager to get out of his soiled clothes.
The evening concluded with the four suite-mates going to supper together in the cafeteria. They sat with the other Warblers that were on campus and talked about their weekend. Both boys wondered about the intensity of their earlier orgasms and decided they would talk to the other later.
The following day, Kurt and Blaine attended classes like normal, though their minds were not on what they were learning that morning. They were thinking about Noah's meeting with the headmaster, hoping that he would get into Dalton.
"Mr. Hummel, it's good to see you again," Headmaster Kent said as he shook Burt's hand.
"It's good to see you, too," Burt replied. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. This is Noah Puckerman."
"It's good to meet you, Mr. Puckerman," Headmaster Kent said and stuck his hand out for Noah to shake.
"Please, call me Puck or Noah," he answered as he shook the headmaster's hand. "Mr. Puckerman is my father, and I haven't seen him in years." He grinned, trying to ease some of the tension he felt rising in his belly.
"Noah, then," the headmaster replied. "What can I do for you today? The phone call I received from Mr. Hummel was fairly vague."
"Well," Noah began, "I want to enroll here. I, uh, I got kicked out of my mom's house on Friday and have been crashing at the Hummel's. Burt's planning on moving here to be closer to Kurt. And, honestly, I miss my best friend. My grades don't reflect my abilities, and I know that." He hung his head. "But, sir, if you give me a chance, I promise I won't let you down. This guy right here..." Noah continued, pointing at Burt, "he believes in me. And, for that alone, I will graduate with as high of a GPA as I can."
Headmaster Kent looked toward Burt who was nodding in agreement. "The kid is smart. Defiant sometimes, but smart," Burt said. "He works for me and has never missed a day, always goes above and beyond what he needs to. One of the conditions of me hiring him was that he had to keep his grades up. Since then, he's been pulling A's and B's, though his overall GPA won't reflect that right now."
"I think," the headmaster stated, "that Dalton would be lucky to have you. Will you be boarding?"
"Yes, he will be," Burt answered. At seeing Noah's confusion, he added, "Boarding here is an all or nothing kind of thing, meaning that you either pay to board year-round or not at all, which I'm totally on board with. Since our house won't be ready for a while and I want you to start as soon as possible, this is what we're doing, and I will pay for the extra." Turning back to the headmaster, he continued, "We wanted to see if that scholarship Kurt got was available so Noah doesn't have to use too much of the inheritance his grandmother left him. I will cover the extra boarding cost, so all that will come out of it will be whatever tuition isn't covered."
"I don't think that will be a problem, though I'm not sure we could cover any more than what we're doing for Kurt," Headmaster Kent said. The scholarship coordinator had already called him and told him that Noah would be coming in and to offer this deal to them.
Noah's mind was blown. He had never in his life had an adult give a shit about him besides Burt. And here was this educator, allowing him to attend this very prestigious school and giving him a scholarship so that his costs could be cut. "Are you for real?" he asked both of them. He was sure someone was pulling his leg.
Burt chuckled under his breath, and the headmaster answered, "Yes, Noah. We're for real. I can tell that there's something special about you, and I want my school to be the one to foster it and help it grow. Now, let's get the paperwork all signed and done. We should have it all done in time for you two to have lunch with Kurt."
"I just got a text from Dad. He and Noah will be joining us for lunch," Kurt wrote on his skin during his French class. He was practically fluent, and his teacher loved him. So, he wasn't too nervous about writing the message.
Blaine drew a 'smiley face' and a 'star,' signaling that he was happy and that he couldn't talk right then.
The rest of the day went smoothly for everyone. Kurt and Blaine had lunch with Burt and Noah before they had to head back to Lima, and Noah un-enrolled from McKinley. He got the rest of his things from his mother's house when they drove by and saw she wasn't there. Noah was glad she hadn't thrown everything out on the front porch after he left. She'd tried to burn all of his dad's things when he'd left, so Noah had tried not to leave anything precious behind when he'd left on Friday.
Kurt and Blaine spent the night much like they had the previous night, though this time, they tried to draw things out a little bit longer than they had before. After they were cleaned up, Kurt wanted to ask Blaine something that had been on his mind.
"Honey?" Kurt asked as they were laying on his bed.
"Yeah?" Blaine answered.
"I want to ask you something, but, it's kind of…" Kurt couldn't think of the right word.
"You can ask me anything, baby," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's nose.
"In everything that I've ever heard or read about soulmates," he said, "I've never read or heard anything about intense feelings felt through the bond. I know in Romeo and Juliet and The Princess Bride, they talk about how when one soulmate was in great pain, the other could feel it. But, those are just stories. Yet, I can feel how good you feel when you cum. It's amazing; don't get me wrong, but...is it normal and not just something people talk about?"
"I honestly have no idea," Blaine said. He had been thinking about this, too, and didn't know how to bring it up. "I was planning on going home Thursday night for supper. Would you like to come with me, and we can talk to my parents about it?"
"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "Maybe if they don't have any ideas, we could ask my dad, too."
The next day was Noah's first day at Dalton. The administration had thankfully put him in classes with Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick. He was rooming with Jeff as this was the last room available. Kurt wondered if having those two as roommates would come back and bite someone in the ass. They got along like two peas in a pod. Two bad-ass peas in a pod.
At Warblers rehearsal that afternoon, Noah auditioned.
"Hey, guys," Noah stated after Wes had given him the floor. "I'm Noah Puckerman, and you can either call me Noah or Puck. I don't really have a preference anymore. Anyway, I'm a tenor and a junior, though I should be a senior. That's a long story. My song will be "Happy With You" by Paul McCartney. I used to be a mess, a really big mess, and when I got my mark-"
"WHAT?" Kurt exclaimed, jumping up from his spot on the couch. "Noah Aaron Puckerman, you got your mark, and you didn't tell me?"
"Pretty Boy," Noah said pleadingly, "I promise to tell you later. Please..."
Kurt took a breath, seeing his friend so very much out of his element, and nodded toward him. "Okay, we'll talk later. I'm sorry I interrupted you." He sat back down next to Blaine, smoothing his palms over his dress slacks.
"Anyway," Noah continued, "after I got my mark, I realized that I could be happy. And even though I haven't met my soulmate yet, I know that all of the crap I used to do that I thought made me happy was really just masking loneliness. They make me happy, and they've led me down a better path than I ever thought was possible."
Noah picked up a guitar that was sitting near the piano and started to sing.
"I sat round all day
I used to get stoned
I liked to get wasted
But these days I don't
'Cause I'm happy with you
I got lots of good things to do, ooh yeah
I walked around angry
I used to feel bad
But nowadays my days
Don't have to be sad
'Cause I'm happy, with you
I got lots of good things to do, ooh yeah"
He kept singing, smiling at all of the things he and his soulmate had talked about, all of the encouragement they'd given each other. Everything. He was so excited to meet them someday, and he couldn't help but feel that someday might be soon.
Kurt had unshed tears in his eyes by the end of the song. He had never seen his friend so genuinely happy as he was in that moment, singing about the one person on earth meant just for him. Noah was voted in unanimously that afternoon, and he couldn't have been more grateful to this group of guys who accepted him right away.
A/N: The song used is "Happy With You" by Paul McCartney. The house sold before I knew what I was going to write, and I didn't get pictures saved of everything I wish I would have. But...you get the gist from what's there. If you'd like to see them, head over to my Tumblr page, jayhawk-writes, and they should be there under the Chapter 11 post.