Thank you for all of the support and for understanding what is going on in my life right now. Your comments really made me feel so much better for not updating as frequently as I would like to. I know this is super late and, as I said before, I'm so sorry it's taken so long. This will be in Puck's POV. Reviews, reviews, reviews.

There was no way in hell that I was able to go to school today. I didn't even bother setting my alarm the night before. My mom came in before she left for work to make sure that I was alright and to tell me that she had called me in sick. She wanted to stay home with me, but I assured her that I would be fine and should be able to go back to school tomorrow. There was no need for her to miss a day of work for me. We needed the money and, besides, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself. Well, I could about this anyways. She proved last night that I needed her to help me take care of my heart. Her and Kurt.

As soon as she left, I fell back asleep.

I opened my eyes. Kurt was cradling me in his pale arms. When he realized that I was awake, he smiled softly and kissed my forehead. He reached a hand up to brush my cheek and something black caught my eye. I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled it in front of my eyes. Tattooed in black ink was a Jewish star. I looked up into Kurt's baby blues. His voice was the most beautiful song when he spoke, oh so quietly, to me.

"I'm here for you always, Noah. Never forget that. I love you." He leaned down and kissed me. I arched my back to deepen the kiss. Ever so slowly, he shifted his weight and snuggled down into the bed so that we were level, never taking his lips from mine. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close, pressing his body against mine. I pulled back slightly so that my breath washed over his face. I needed to tell him. I needed him to know how I felt.

"I love you too, Kurt." There was a crash and I shot out of bed, startled.

"What did you just say?!" My head whipped around, eyes settling on Kurt's slim body, standing in the doorway. His bag and several textbooks were at his feet, his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted.

"I, uhm...Well..." Crap. I ran my hand through my mohawk nervously. I couldn't speak, only stare at him. He was so beautiful. Kurt closed his mouth and his eyes softened. He crossed the room in three strides and crawled on top of my bed. He lowered his eyes daintily and bit his lower lip before returning his gaze to me. Not taking his eyes off mine, he pulled the blankets back ever so slightly and slipped underneath them. With a slight smirk, he snuggled close to me. I sighed contentedly, pulled him into my arms, and settled back into the bed. We laid there in comfortable silence for a few moments before the million questions in my head became too much to ignore. "Uhm Kurt?" He mewed to let me know that he was listening. "We need to talk. I have, like, a million questions. I'm really sorry if some of them are kind of awkward..." He sat up and smiled sweetly.

"Of course. I figured we may have to address some of the...finer points of what comes with being..well...gay. Or, in your case, bi." I nodded slowly, letting the realization of what my sexuality actually is sink in. "What questions do you have?" He took my hand in his and traced patterns into my palm.

"Well, the obvious. How do you feel about me?" Kurt was silent for a few seconds as he thought over his answer.

"I like you...a lot. Obviously, things are confusing right now. I really thought I was in love with Finn, but after what he pulled the other day...I just can't deal with that. I like being around you. I'm falling for you; I'm just not as far along as you apparently are." I blushed furiously and he giggled before pulling my face to his and pressing his lips gently to mine. I attempted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away. I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned at him before asking my next question.

"How long until you feel the same way as I do?" My answer was a blank stare.

"Next question. I don't have an answer for that one."

"Okay...Why Finn? You're beautiful. You could have anyone. He doesn't deserve you." Kurt sighed and brought his hand to my face. His fingertips whispered across my cheek and I sighed contentedly. His answer came about a full minute later.

"He's, well....gorgeous. For some reason, I find his stupidity charming and his smile makes me melt and his voice....And I couldn't have anyone. We live in Lima. You only know half of what happens to me."

"People do more shit to you than I did, just because you're gay?"

"I avoid dark alleys like the plague out of fear of being beaten, raped and left to die."

"Wait...will that happen to me?"

"That depends. Are you going to turn into a girly gay guy?" I shook my head. "Then most likely not." He smiled, but it was full of sorrow.

"Kurt, baby. I wish you didn't have to be afraid. I wish I could protect you from everything."

"I know, honey, but that's a lot to wish for. What other questions do you have?"

"How was your day?" Kurt looked taken aback by this. Clearly, he had been expecting another question about being gay in a small town.

"It was alright. There's a really cute new kid. His name is Chris. I saw him talking to Finn this morning." His voice trailed off and I swear I heard him say something along the lines of "really nice ass." That pissed me off. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly, I was so jealous of this Chris kid. I pushed Kurt roughly off of my chest and onto his back. I rolled on top of him and pinned his wrists together over his head. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Let's just get one thing straight, Hummel. You're mine, so stop checking out other guy's asses. You belong to me now." Kurt smirked at this and arched his back so that his face was closer to mine. He lightly traced my lower lip with his tongue before pulling away and settling back into the bed.

"Who says I belong to you?" He cocked his head to the left. His eyes issued a challenge.

"Me. Be my boyfriend."I was being demanding and rude and, quite frankly, I didn't give two shits.

"Make it worth my while." A growl ripped from my throat as my lips crashed onto his. This kiss wasn't like the first time we made out. This was rough and possessive. I needed to assert my manliness. He responded with equal force. I released his wrists and pulled him as close as he could get. I grinded against his quickly forming erection and he moaned against my lips. I pulled away, but continued to grind against him.

"Be. My. Boyfriend." I punctuated each word with a kiss and an especially hard grind. Kurt gasped and his head rolled back onto his shoulders.

"I'll do anything, just don't stop." I pulled his face to mine and kissed him softly.

"Be my boyfriend," I repeated into his lips. "I love you, Kurt." He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

"How could I say no? I love you too, Noah."