A/N: Wow. A lot have been reading this fiction. Sorry if some parts disappointed you. Again, I wanted to apologize for the inaccuracy of some facts here. Kindly just bare with me. Anyway, since I don't wanna keep you waiting and I realized Saturday is far away. Enough of the chatter, let's get with the program. By the way, Grilled Cheesus made me cry. I wanna hug Kurt and did you notice how Puck is so concern about him? Or is it just me?. Geez, I'm such a Puckurt sucker.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 4:

"Young master Kurt, someone wants to see you downstairs." Kurt stopped flipping through the novel he was currently reading and looked up at Elena, one of their housekeepers. He nodded at Elena and she gave a tiny bow and walked out of his room. Kurt glanced at his bedside clock. It was three in the afternoon. Who could possibly be visiting him at this hour? He knew it was not Mercedes because she always came bouncing in her room unannounced. He stood up from his bed and checked his reflection at his full length mirror. He quickly grabbed a brush and ran it through his hair then he walked out of his room.

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"Kurt Hummel right?" A very pretty blonde extended her dainty hand at him and Kurt took it. "I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray," the blonde introduced. Kurt forced himself not to run in panic, he was not anticipating this visit. He was not even thinking about it because he had tried as much possible to ignore the fact that Noah Puckerman didn't have a girlfriend because every time he thought about it, the more he felt guilty.

He had never felt uncomfortable in his life until now. How did she know where he lived? Was she secretly spying on him? Crap, this was too awkward.

"Uhm, do you want me to get you something?" Kurt asked softly. Quinn shook her head and just smiled at him warmly. He studied the girl across from him. Kurt had imagined that she was some typical blonde who wore short skirts and skimpy tops but Quinn looked nothing like that. She exuded feminine beauty and she dressed really simply. Today, she was wearing a yellow sundress and delicate looking sandals which showed off her pink pedicured nails. Kurt was having a hard time believing that Noah Puckerman was into this kind of girl. He thought that Noah, no scratch that, Puck, was into wild girls because his personality just didn't fit with a delicate looking girl like Quinn.

"I came here to talk to you about Noah," Quinn started as she put her hands on her lap and looked at Kurt straight in the eye. "I'm not going to beat around the bush Kurt, I don't want Noah to marry you. I hope you understand." Her voice didn't sound angry, in fact, it sounded normal and Kurt wished she just screamed at him to make this conversation a lot easier.

Kurt breathed deeply before he answered. "I already tried to talk to my dad about it but everything has already been settled, I cannot do anything about it."

Quinn looked like she was about to cry but she remained stiff. "Well, I just want to let you know that I'm not giving up on him. We have been together for three years and I'm not going to give it up."

Kurt nodded. He understood the blonde girl and could even feel the pain she was going through. He was amazed that this girl still decided to stick with Puck after all this drama. Whatever love they both have for each other was so strong; they wouldn't let anyone to get in their way. Kurt wished he would experience love like that but then the idea of it was beyond him.

"It was just for two years though," Kurt said and Quinn nodded. Puck must have already told her. "And you can still continue dating him, it's no big deal," He added and Quinn smiled widely at him and then she stood up and gave him a hug.

"Thanks Kurt," Quinn whispered softly. "I know this is hard for you too. Getting married TO someone you barely knew."

Kurt gave out a hearty laugh. Yes, she was right but then he was a bit excited with the idea. He couldn't explain why. It somehow felt right in a weird kind of way.

A ringing sound filled the air. It was Quinn's phone and as she checked it, she quickly said goodbye, muttering something about running an errand for her mother. Kurt walked her to the door and gave her a hug.

"Don't worry Quinn, Puck loves you, just be patient waiting for him." Quinn gave her a smile and then bid goodbye. Kurt sighed deeply as he watched Quinn get in her Camaro and peeled out of their driveway. The situation would have been a lot easier if Quinn turned out to be a huge bitch then he wouldn't have to feel really guilty. But Quinn Fabray was too nice for words and he felt just as guilty as ever.

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Kurt couldn't believe it. He was finally married. Well, it was not the traditional wedding. His only included a piece of paper, a pen and two wedding rings. It all happened so fast, almost like a blur. He watched as Puck took his small hand in his large one and slipped the silver band on his left pinky finger. He did the same with Puck who looked really handsome in his dark suit. Kurt couldn't help but feel giddy, he didn't know why. Even Mercedes looked like she won the lottery or something.

After the signing of the contract, they proceeded to a simple dinner. Kurt tried to catch Puck's eyes but Puck didn't even throw him a glance the whole time. Kurt felt a tiny squeeze in his heart but couldn't explain the feeling. What was happening to him?

"Okay, now that you two are finally married, it was arranged that you two will live in the same dorm. I believe that Kurt was also accepted at NYU. Right Kurt?" Mr. Puckerman asked as he took a swig of his sparkling wine.

"Yes. I was," Kurt said and then he noticed Puck made a face.

"It was really a coincidence that you are both going to the same school," Mrs. Puckerman added.

"What are you taking Kurt?"

Kurt answered Fashion Design.

"Quinn's taking a medicine course," Puck suddenly said and Kurt knew that he was comparing him and Quinn. Kurt was glad that when Puck talked, his dad was currently on the phone or he might want to ask who Quinn was. Kurt sighed in relief.

"Noah, it's not proper for you to say that in front of Kurt," Mrs. Puckerman said apologetically, throwing a glance at Kurt.

Puck snorted as he threw his napkin on the table. "Kurt already knows about her so it's no big deal. Can we just stop this shit, I want to go home."

"Noah, you are being disrespectful," Mr. Puckerman reprimanded in a cold tone. Puck muttered whatever and stood up from his chair. Mr. Puckerman was about to follow him but Kurt stopped him.

"I got it," Kurt said as he stood up to follow Puck outside. Kurt stopped as he watched Puck took off his ring and shoved it in his pocket. Kurt lifted his left hand and stared at his ring sadly. Puck was taking this marriage for convenience thing really hard and Kurt understood but he still couldn't get the squeezing feeling in his heart.

"Puck, I'm really sorry you are in this mess," Kurt said as he inched slowly towards Puck.

"Yeah whatever. I already signed that fucking paper so there's no need for apologies," Puck said dryly. "You know what, Quinn and I have plans living together off campus but thanks to you it won't happen," He blurted out. Puck was really putting the blame on him.

"I could tell them that I don't have to live with you,"

Puck let out a sarcastic laugh. "Fuck Kurt, wake up! They successfully got us married and they will successfully do whatever they want us to do. And as much as I don't fucking wanted to do this shit, I have to because they froze my trust fund until I turned twenty. And God knows how much I needed that trust fund to get away from my manipulative parents."

Kurt was lost for words. He did not know the heaviness of the situation. Maybe Puck was right, he was probably tightly wrapped up in his Barbie world as what Puck put it.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry," Puck snapped. "God, I hate you. Get out of my face or I might lose my patience. Just fucking go."

Kurt quickly scurried away from Puck as tears started flowing from his eyes. He quickly went to his room and locked it. He knew he shouldn't be that affected with what Puck had said because he barely knew him. Was it really possible to get affected by someone he just met three days ago? Puck might not mean it. Maybe he was just angry. Yes, that was probably the reason, Kurt thought positively. He was not going to mope over that silly thing. Puck was not angry at you, he was angry at the situation.Kurt convinced himself.

Why was he convincing himself that Puck was not angry at him?

Was he starting to fall in love with an asshole?

A/N: Short chapter but I wanted this to get over with. Hope it didn't disappoint. Next post will be on Saturday and I'm serious. Cheers!