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So as promised, here's chapter 3.

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Kurt plopped down on one of the leather couch displays in the store with a loud 'THUMP!'.He was exhausted. His tired eyes followed Noah all around the furniture store who was scurring around looking at lamps. Kurt didn't know how the latino was still up and at it as opposed to him who was just plopped on some silly couch, like what his father would normally do after a big a family meal on a sunday night with football blasting on the screen. He could fall asleep right now. The couch was comfy enough after all and it was beige. This color would match the walls... 'Yawn'...perfectly. Kurt's eyes began to drift as he slid down the couch. "Lil nap won't hurt anybody." Kurt mumbled to himself and the world went black...

"Kurt... Papito wake up... " Puck softly shook the smaller boy who was resting peacefully on the couch. "Kurt... wakey, wakey." Kurt stirred and opened up his glasz eyes and stared into the hazel ones of Noah.

"Did I fall asleep?" Kurt yawned and looked at the time. 'Oh, pfft! Only 10 minutes no big deal.'

"Yeah, I'm guessing so, Pa." he smirked and helped Kurt to his feet. "You look beat. How bout we leave, we been to like every furniture store in this city."

"But this couch is so comfy, can't we just stay here for a little bit longer?" Kurt fell back down on the couch still a sleepy haze. "No, no, no, Pa. Haha time for you to get home." That being said Puck lifted Kurt off the couch and over his shoulders. This act quickly woke up Kurt. Obviously. "Okay! Okay!" he laughed "I'm up! Just let me buy this couch. It'll go great with the living room." Puck gladly let him back down and Kurt went off to customer service to place an order on the couch.

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It wasn't too long before they were back on the road to Kurt's house. Kurt, being too tired, allowed Puck to take over the wheel. Kurt found it quite soothing actually. He was reclined back on his side facing towards Noah, his eyes half opened, and legs tucked underneath him. He was comfortable. His gaze stayed on the road, occasionally lingering over to the twenty-eight year old driving his car, like a boss. it was a calm ride home... besides the fact that Lady Gaga was currently on the radio with her aggressive song, belting out her famous line 'Judas! Juda-ah-ah!' from Kurt's favorite song Judas.

Santana had called in not to long ago saying she was off work and was on her way over. Kurt smiled when he heard her spicy, latina accent kick in when Puck said something to her in spanish. He would have to look up the word Puta later.

They pulled into the drive-way and saw a vehicle in park, Kurt was guessing that was Santana in her car texting away on her phone. She turned to face them and nodded before getting out of her Fiat 500. Kurt couldn't deny it. Santana certainly was a beautiful woman. Long, flowing, black hair. Deep chocolate eyes, curvy yet lean physique and long smooth legs. Any guy would kill to be with this woman.

"Alright Puck! I had to cancel my date with Brittany to come here so it better be good!"

Maybe not any guy.

"Chill Satan." Noah replied coolly placing a strong arm around Kurt's shoulders. "This is Kurt. They guy I was telling you about last night."

"Oh yes, I remember. You rudely interrupted me finger-fucking Brittany into the mattress last night because of that call!" Kurt's eyes were wide and mouth slightly parted. Pleased to meet you kurt." She slapped a smile onto her face and extended her arm. Kurt extended his own hand and they both shook when a Santana's phone went off. "S'cuse me, need to take this." Santana said answering her phone.

Noah leaned into Kurt, his breath tickling his ear. "Please excuse her...vulgar behavior. She's really cool when you get know her."

"I-I love her already." Kurt whispered back. Santana closed her phone and turned back around to Kurt and Noah. "Shall we go inside? Or stand out here like idiots?''

"Um, of course!" Kurt quickly trekked up to his door. 'Damn, this chick fiesty!' But Kurt loved it. He loved fierce bitches who weren't afraid to speak their minds. She reminded him of his best friend Mercedes back in New York. He missed her alot, but like she said before he left, she will definitely becoming down from time to time to visit him and the boys of Miami. Kurt could tell that him and Santana will be great friends. If she would consider becoming his fag-hag.

They entered the house and the latina was quick to perch herself on the kitchen countertop. "You got a nice place here, Kurt. Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Santana, Noah's most favorite cousin here." Noah rolled his eyes and smiled. "Oh, you sure are." he responded sarcastically. "Cierra la boca! Anywho Kurt, I love those boots." She pointed out. "You made them yourself?"

"Yes I did. They're part of my new shoe line coming out this Spring. I have them in women's sizes too, I could get you a pair before then if you'd like."

"Oh, you're so kind sweetheart." Santana flashed him a pearly, white smile

"Do you like fur or leather?" Kurt asked placing a note into his iPhone.

"Leather, definitley. I have too many fur boots. Thank you so much!" Santana beamed and Noah gave a disgusted look. "Oh my God a nice Santana! I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Callate! I'm nice when I need to be! And as I recall, Noah Lopez, I wasn't swearing around 70 year old women at a charity event last week!" Santana folded her arms and held her head high.

"Oh please! They were to busy checkin' me out! Have you seen these guns?" Noah flexed. Kurt could feel himself grow hard. "They were too busy eye-fucking me to care!" Kurt didn't like , however, made arrogance look hot! He could be arrogant all he wants. He has the free pass. Kurt continued to stare at Noah with lust-filled eyes as the two began a rapid, very heated arguement in Spanish. The arguement filled the atmosphere and made Kurt hot all over. If only he could sneak away and jack off in a private room with Noah's accent boomed through the entire house. Kurt imagined him being yelled at by puck while he was fucking him deep into the ground. Mmmm rough sex with Noah sounded so good.

'I'm so fucking weird!' kurt yelled to himself mentally.

Just then Noah's phone began to ring. The playful fight between the two cousins came to a hault when he answered the caller. "Hola?" Noah greeted. Kurt saw Puck tense up as the conversation continued on the phone. "Si, I'll be there in a bit." Noah hung up the phone and sighed before telling Santana and Kurt, who had questioning looks on their faces, what came up.

"Mike called in sick, so I have to take over his shift tonight. I gotta b-" Noah's phone rang again. "Ugh! Un momento." Noah said before answering his phone for a second time. "Hola?" He greeted a little agitated this time.

"What's with the attitude?" Came a voice on the other end.

"Sorry, I literally got some bad news like a second ago." Noah sighed heavily.

"What's the bad news?"

"I got called into work tonight."

"Oh, bummer. Do you think you can do laundry before you go?" The voice asked.

"Laundry? I gotta be at work in twenty minutes! I can't do laundry! Why can't you do it?" Noah's eyes furrowed. 'Such a sexy look' Kurt thought. Okay, he really needed Blaine her so Noah wouldn't be such a... distraction?

"I don't have gas in my car, you know that!"

"Oh my God didn't you just get your paycheck? Whatever, Santana will come over and get the clothes and bring it to my ma's."

"Thanks"

"Whatever. Adios!" Noah snapped his phone shut. "San, do you think you cou-"

"No problem, cuzzo. You just get to work, Me and Kurt will take care of it. Right Kurt?" Santana turned to him. "Sure that's sounds okay." Kurt smiled at the two.

"Thank you so much guys! You're so sweet." Noah gave them both a big, bear hug. "Don't mention it," Santana said. "ever."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye guys!" Noah grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, started up his motorcycle and roared down the street. "Come on, Kurt. You'll get to see Sam... yay."

"So much enthusiasm." Kurt giggled.

"Yeah well, Sam is a douche. I don't like him. I dont't think anybody in our family does." Santana said as she led Kurt out to her Fiat.

"Whose Sam?" Kurt asked as he got into the car. Santana sat down in the driver's seat, put on her seatbelt, as well kurt, and started the engine before answering him. "Sam is Puck's boyfriend."

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They slowly pulled up to Noah's apartment complex. "You have heard about Sam right?" Santana asked putting her car in park. "Sam's the douchebag who's been cheating on Noah." Kurt grumbled. "The very same. I hate him so much. That bastard made fun of my girlfriend. He called her a moron in front of her family and mine both... on her birthday!"

"Oh, hell no! What did you do?"

"I kicked him in the balls and he cried like a lil bitch! Puck, my dad, and Brittany's dad had to hold me back."

"What does Noah see in him? If husband ever did that, he would've been murdered!" Santana chuckled at Kurt's response. "It's easier said than done. I don't know what Puck sees in him either, but they do have quite a history together."

"Noah told me about it."

Santana smiled again. "I don't think he told you the whole truth there, sweetie. Later on you'll understand their past... It's not a happy one, but that's something Noah will have to tell you. It's not really my place. As for now, we'll have to endure Sam's bitch ass, get the laundry together and bring it Auntie Maria's. Just try to keep the conversations down to a minimum, and move quickly. The quicker we're down the quicker we can get out and I won't have to go to prison for manslaughter."

"What happened to there washer and dryer?" Kurt asked getting out of the car.

"They broke a while ago. They're kinda on a tight budget right now."

"Oh, I understand." Kurt nodded. Santana and him climbed up the stairs to the second story and came up to the door of Noah's apartment where the latina gladly let herself in with Kurt right behind her. The place was dark, the only thing luminating the room was the television screen. It lit up across the living room and on to the couch where a blonde haird man was sitting. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of boxers, and socks.

"You look like a slob you know that?" Santana snapped and started picking up numerous of clothes that were scattered around the apartment. "I don't give a fuck." Sam snapped back. "And who the hell are you?" he added.

"Should it matter?" Santana chuckled to herself. She loved this kid already. Kurt helped with the clothes and soon enough they were finished with two hampers full. Santana opened the door to exit before turning around. "Hope you have a wonderful night, trout mouth." Sam just rolled his eyes and watch the two leave, catching a glimpse of Kurt's ass. His lips slowly curved into a smile.

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Santana and Kurt made it to Auntie Maria's, Noah's mom's, house. She was already on sitting on her rocking chair on the front porch with Brittany sitting beside her, both sharing a laugh.

"Oh bueno! Santana chica you're here!" The elderly lady walked up to her and gave her a big hug. "Brittany was just telling me this funny story of you and her on one of your dates. The one with random hobo." Maria laughed when Santana slapped herself in the head. "Oh, not that story." Santana blushed. Brittany skipped her way down from the porch to greet her girlfriend. "Hello, love dove." she said giving Santana a kiss. "Hey, baby."

"Santana who is your friend?" Maria's gaze turn to Kurt who was getting out the car. "Oh, tia! This is Kurt. He's a new friend of Noah and I. Just moved in from New York City." Santana motioned Kurt over. "Kurt this Maria, my Aunt, and Brittany, my girlfriend."

"Hello." Kurt smiled and waved. "Oh well don't you look just precious." Maria said giving him a warm hug. "Like a unicorn." Brittany chimed in. "Well please come in, come in. Any friend of my little hijo and sobrina is a friend to me." the small elder woman ushered the three into her home.

While the laundry loads were running soundly in the washer a dryer Kurt sat with Santana, Brittany at the table. Auntie Maria set a plate of freshly baked cookies on the table and poured each of them a glass of cool milk. "So Kurt, you just moved down from New York, right?" Maria asked as she took a seat next to him.

"Yes ma'am, just a few days ago." Kurt took a bite of his cookie. "Oh my goodness, this is delicious Mrs. Lopez."

"Oh, Kurt honey, please, call me Auntie Maria." she smiled at him. "So how are you liking Miami so far? I know it's not as grand as it is up north."

"So far it's great! I miss it up north, but down here seems a bit more calm and relaxed. Which is good. I would usually have a headache every other day because so much goes on." Kurt said, taking another bite of his cookie.

"Auntie Maria, Kurt's furniture isn't coming in til tomorrow. Would it be too much to ask if he stayed the night? I'm sure he doesn't want to sleep on the floor again tonight."

"Oh no really, it's no bother. You don't have-" Kurt said. He didn't want to intrude on Santana and Noah's family. Sleeping on a single mattress was no bother at all.

"Nonsense!" Maria interrupted. "Of course you can stay over. You can sleep in Noah's old room. I still have it the exact way he left it. Come Kurt!" She ordered. Kurt obeyed and followed Maria upstairs to Noah's room leaving Santana and Brittany cuddling with each other at the table.

Once they entered, Kurt stood in shock. Noah's room was so cute! His theme was clearly 'The Jungle'. His wallpaper consisted of exotic trees and luscious, green vines swinging down from them. His desk had pictures of him and his family at a beach. Probably the beaches of Puerto Rico. Kurt always wanted to visit Puerto Rico. His room was very warm and cozy. He sat on Noah's old bed, comfy bed and looked at Maria who was still standing in the doorway. "His room is beautiful." Kurt spoke. Maria just nodded and smiled.

"You must be tired from today. Please make yourself at home amorcito. There'll be breakfast in the morning. Sleep tight." Maria said and gently closed the door as Kurt began to strip himself down into less layered clothing. Silky, red boy shorts and a tight undershirt. He pulled the blanket over his body and snuggled in. It was great to sleep a regular full size bed instead of a silly mattress on the floor. Kurt let out a tired yawned before slipping away into a deep comfortable slumber.

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It was a little bit passed 2 a.m. when Kurt to a dip in the bed that he was sleeping soundly in. He felt strong arms wrap around his waist and a face snuggle into the back of his neck. "Mmm Noah?" Kurt mumbled. "Shh go back to sleep, papito." Noah's deep accent filled the room. Kurt shivered as he felt Puck's warm body pressed up against his. He hoped that Noah wouldn't feel his growing erection through his boy shorts.

That's it for this chapter!

I used the spanish dictionary so pardon if my spanish is incorrect in some areas.

Let me know what you think.

Much love and fucks, Venetian King xoxoxo.