Hola, lovers! Muahh!

AHH! I'm so sorry for this long wait! It's been like what a month? I am so, so, so, so, soooo sorry! I didn't intend to procrastinate like this! I thought a week off of writing this story would be a nice break... I didn't think a month would fly by so quick! It's ok, though! I'm here now! I sat my ass down and forced myself to work on this damn chapte for the fans! This is one of the main chapters and I completely ignored it!

Please don't throw eggs at me!

So anyways! I promised chapter 9, so here it is!

If you haven't already, you should check out my other story 'Spanish Lullaby'. It's a Kurtinez fic (David Martinez/Kurt).

Hope you enjoy!

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The sky was dismal. The clouds were heavy and dark with drops of water sprinkling out of them. The wind was blowing at a moderate speed and echoing against the window with it's ghostly howl. It was a sure sign of an oncoming storm, which, in turn, made the situation at hand even more... depressing... so to speak. Kurt sat on his leather couch. Well, not sitting, more like slouching. His legs were crossed, one over the other, and his hands placed lazily in his lap. His eyes wandered around the once bright room, now shadowed by the darkening sky, in a slow movement. He didn't want to look at the man that was sitting across from him in a, just as awkward, position.

Kurt let out a soft sigh. This morning couldn't be even more perfect. He woke up to an amazingly, warm Sun, wrapped in those powerful, tatted, majestic arms os his best friend. Kurt hid a small smile at the flashback. He remembered everything they did vividly. After the sex they had in shower, that was just mindblowingly amazing, Noah and he went to Auntie Maria's, Noah's mother's, house for a very hefty and satisfying breakfast with Santana and Brittany. Kurt could still taste Maria's delicious, secret sauce she used on her eggs, on the tip of his tongue. After that desayuno delisioso, As Noah would say, Santana and Brittany challenged Kurt to the most epic, singing battle in Wii Karaoke history. After hearing his voice, Noah nearly lost his shit and Kurt found himself in a heated make-out session on the couch, which in turn led Maria to find out about their scandal, which in turn led to Maria maing Kurt switch from calling her Auntie Maria to Mama Maria. Soon after that, reality hit Kurt and he knew that he still had to deal with Blaine.

Which leads him to his current position right now. Sitting awkwardly across from his husband of a few years in gloomy atmosphere. Blaine fiddled with his thumbs. The silence was becoming loud and it was ringing through Kurt's ears before he finally snapped from the silence and spoke.

"So," Blaine looked up from his thumbs and met his husband's gaze from across the room. "I don't really know where to go from here." Kurt sadly said. In his mind, all Kurt wanted to do was just go away and never come back. He didn't want to deal with this confrontation. He normally just ran away when it came to things like this and have them just work themselves out. However, he knew that he needed to suck up and face the music. Blaine cheated on him and no matter how many times he said he despised the very meaning of it, and loathed himself for doing it, Kurt cheated as well.

They both were at fault, so neither of them had any real point to be mad at each other. And honestly, Kurt knew this day would come soon enough. He heard it a thousand times before that his marriage was too perfect, and bland. He heard it from his friend Mercedes back in New York. He heard it from Santana, and Brittany, Hell even his own father had his doubts about it and now look where he was.

"Me either." Blaine muttered. "I guess this never... never really was going to work out all the way."

"Maybe so," kurt huffed and straightened his posture. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one who stepped out first. If anything, I should be the one to apologize." Blaine stood up from his seat and walked across the living room to seat himself down next to Kurt.

Kurt nodded slightly. "We're both at fault here." Blaine silently whispered out a soft "Yeah."

"I guess it's safe to say that this relationship has fizzled out?" Kurt bit down on his lips as he turned to face Blaine.

"We could try to work it?" They both let out a small laugh. There was no way!

"I think we'd be better off as friends rather then lovers, Blaine."

"Yeah, you're probably right." said Blaine.

"So is this it? Are we done? Because I would really like for the awkwardness to go away now." Kurt turned his whole body to face Blaine's and rested his had on his arm that was pervhed on the back of the couch.

"Yeah, I think we're done." Blaine smiled at the answer. "Let's get a divorce."

Kurt smiled in return.

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Noah was currently sitting at the dining room table in his mom's house sipping his coffee while listening to his mom hum in the kitchen as she wiped down the counters.

"Noah, honey, I've been thinking about this a lot lately and I've seen the way you two act around each other. I think Kurt would make a fine addition to the family."

Noah nearily choked on the sip of hot coffee he took. "Are you talking about marriage, mama?" his voice scratchy and whimpery from the drink he nearily killed himself with.

"Yes, honey. Kurt Hummel Lopez. It has a ring to it, don't you agree, amorcito?" the woman spoke as she took a seat next to her son at the table. "He truly is a lovely boy.I see the way you are with each other. You guy's are perfect for each other. I'm surprised that you haven't proposed to him yet."

"Yeah, loverboy, why haven't you popped the question?" Santana cut in as she walked into the room with Brittany, their pinkies intertwined. "Do you think he'll let me make his dress. I was thinking of a horn instead of a veil. He looks like a unicorn." the blonde added.

"What are you guys doing here?" Noah asked. "It's the most wonderfull time of the year, cuz." Santana gleamed. It was the day that they start planning their family trip to Puerto Rico.

"And it's not Christmas, I learned." Brittany spoke as she and Santana sat at the table.

"Oh right." Noah remembered and took another sip of his coffee.

"I also suggested we invited Kurt." Maria chimed an.

"I'm begining to think you love Kurt more than me now, you guys always talk about him." Noah said.

"Oh, Noah," Santana said as she held his hand across the table and looked at him with deep meaningful eyes. "We do." She chuckled. Noah just rolled his eyes at her. "I'll tell him he's invited, I'm sure he'll love it."

"And you should propose to him while you're at it." Maria giggled.

"Mom!" Noah groaned.

"I'm just saying." she continued on giggling.

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Kurt waved to Blaine as his car pulled out of the driveway. He will be staying at a hotel for a few days 'til he rents out a house. He didn't want to take anything with him except his clothes and other accesories. Kurt was left with pretty much everything else, so it all worked out in his favor. The sky was still dark, witha few lightening strikes brightening up the sky every few moments. He stood outside for a little while longer after Blaine was long gone, just so he could get his barings straight.

Blaine was now gone. Soon, after the divorce is finalized, he will be completely single and free... well maybe not single. An unknown car's blaring honk shot him out of his thoughts. The mysterious black car pulled into his driveway and out stepped Noah from the driver's seat.

"Hola, bebe." he smirked as he shut the car door behind him and walked up to Kurt.

"Noah? When did you drive a car? What happened to your bike?" Kurt asked, shocked.

"Eh, I always have a back up, just in case for weather like this. It's too dangerous to be for my bike, I could wreck and you'd never be able to see my pretty face again, papito." he chuckled and kissed Kurt softly on the lips.

"Yes that would be very unfortunate." Kurt laughed in the kiss. He grabbed his lover softly by the hand and guided him inside. "So what were you doing outside in this weather? You could get sick." Noah said pulling off his leather jacket upon entering the house and placing it on the rack near the front door.

"I was waving goodbye to Blaine." Kurt hollered from the kitchen pulling out some leftover cake he had made for an office party. It was Quinn's birthday and to top it off, Rachel proposed to her. It was a spectacular day indeed.

"I take it that everything went okay?" he said, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah everything went pretty well. No yelling, no fighting. We just agreed that we both were at fault and that we were better off as friends." He said as he cut out a piece of the red velvet cake. "Want a piece?"

"Sure, bebe." Noah pulled out a bar stool from underneath the counter and sat upon it. Kurt took the piece of cake and placed it on a sparkling glass plate and slid it across the counter, over to Noah. Kurt cut out a piece for himself and took a seat next to Noah.

"So," Noah began.

"So..." Kurt copied playfully.

"My family and I, every year, go to Puerto Rico for a few weeks... and my mom and I were thinking."

"Yes?" Kurt perked up as he took a bite out of his cake.

"We were thinking if you would like to come with us. If that would be fine with you, of course." the latino said as he took a big bite out of his cake. "This is like an orgasm in my mouth."

Kurt chuckled at his bluntness. "I would love to go, Noah."

"Sweet! We leave in a few weeks. You might want to pack something loose fitting and light. It'll get very hot. And not just because I'll be all over you." He mumbled softly into Kurt's ear.

"Mmm, you have such a way with words Mr. Lopez." Kurt giggled. He took his index finger and swiped it over the icing of his cake and then proceeded to lick it off in a slow, sexual way.

"I'm jealous now." Noah grumbled playfully.

"Why are you jealous, Papi?"

"Because your finger is getting all the mouth action." Kurt chuckled at Noah's response and swiped his hand over the cake's icing again. He brought the finger up to his lover's luscious lips. Noah flicked out his tongue and licked up the white icing from the pale finger. He guided the finger into his mouth and sucked on it, making sure the all the icing was off Kurt's fingers.

Kurt slowly pulled his finger out of the latino's hot mouth. He grabbed Noah's face, loving the way the man's stubble tickled his palms, and pulled it to his, to meet with a kiss. "Hmmm, you turn me on." Kurt hummed into the kiss.

"Hmmm, bueno." Noah groaned and pulled away. Kurt grabbed the man's large hands and tugged him to his bedroom, completely ignoring the unfinished slices of cake on the countertop.

The dark, thunderous sky couldn't cover up the moans, whimpers, and hollering the two of them made that night.

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A few weeks have passed since that day and only two days until Kurt will be travelling to Puerto Rico for the first time in his life. He was excited. He couldn't wait to visit Noah's home country. He couldn't wait to relax on the beach in his giant, tanned arms while watching the sunset. Much like what he was doing now. Him, Noah, Brittany, Santana and even Noah's parents were all at the beach watching the sun set over the horizon casting warm rays of oranges, pinks, and purples through the sky.

The waves were softly rolling up against the shore and receding back into the sea. It was a true romantic moment.

"I love you, Noah."

"I love you too, Kurt." Noah's thick accent rang softly through Kurt's pale ears, making him melt even further.

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So that's it for Chapter 9! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry if it's not what you expected to happen. I had to force myself to sit my ass down and write this damn chapter and this was all I could manage to pull out.

I'll promise to give the next chapter a lil more spice. After all they'll be in Puerto Rico!

Please leave a review! I cherish those like no tomorrow!

See you next chapter! Much love and fucks!

Sincerely, Venetian King xoxoxoxo!