~Hey Everyone! Thank you so much for the reviews! I am glad that you are liking the story! I love Puckurt! And I am happy that you enjoy my version of their inevitable (In my head at least) relationship! Realized after I published that I forgot my disclaimer. Just got to say that I do not own Glee and am making no money off of this. Wish I was, I have crazy story idea's, hehe. I hope ya'll stick with the story, no idea how long it will be! Peace and Love! ~
Waking up the next morning, my only though was, 'Mmmmm.... Warm.... Very warm...' Cuddling deeper into my exceptionally warm body pillow, I peeked open my eyes to see Noah lightly drooling, holding me tightly to his chest. Having never cuddled with another person, I decided to file the experience in my mental file cabinet as one of my favorite things to do. Glancing over at my alarm clock, I saw that it was approaching 6AM in the morning. I didn't want to have to get up, even with it being Friday, a school day was the least exciting thing I could see doing today. Pushing Noah until he was laying flat, I sprawled myself on to him and rested my hands on his chest, placing my chin on them, just looking at the bottom of Noah's chin. At some point during the night Noah had removed his shirt. Laying against his chest I could feel the contours of his built muscles.
I could understand how Noah got away with being such a ladies man, even if he had very little to offer in a mental capacity, he sure was attractive. Even I had noticed the ways that his muscles flexed as he tossed me into the dumpster, barely straining to lift my frame. Glancing at his arms, I took my hand and attempted to place my hand around his entire bicep, slightly ashamed that I could only get about half way around. Squeezing lightly, I could feel Noah tense at the sensation. After a subtle stirring, he once again stilled, but I could feel the increase in his breathing, signifying that he was awake. Deciding the best course of action was to tease him a tad, I began to slowly trace his arm, reaching up to his shoulder and then lightly tracing down his abdomen. The moan that escaped his lips was barely a whisper, but years spent mastering musical notes had taught me to catch the subtlest tunes.
Whispering lightly I muttered, "Noah, no matter how much you want it to, this isn't going to turn into one of those scenes where an innocent sleep induced molestation turns into a vulgar porn scene." Rolling smoothly off of Noah I gave his six pack a sharp tap and proceeded to get out of bed. Looking back I could see the disappointed smirk gracing Noah's face.
"It would have if you were Santana," He answered challengingly.
"Ha, thats saying a lot," I couldn't help laughing at the feeble attempt to entice me, "Strangely enough, I have something called class, I will text Santana the Wikipedia link, maybe she will learn something."
Skipping daintily towards the bathroom, I scooped up my neatly folded outfit for the day and preceded to start my morning beauty routine. Making sure to lock the bathroom door, I took a luxuriously long shower, utilizing a vast array of beauty products to ensure everything stayed firm and ageless. After about forty five minutes I strolled out of the bathroom, a vision of perfection, if I did say so myself. Noah was sprawled out on my bed, having retrieved his shirt at some point, just staring at the detestable popcorn ceiling dad refused to have removed.
"Not bad Hummel." He tutted in approval, taking in my outfit.
"I know," I stated proudly, not willing to admit that I was flattered by his compliment, "I laid out the spare toothbrush and a fresh towel, get ready, we need to leave in about an forty five minutes."
"And what am I going to wear? Oh i know, why don't you let me wear you Hummel." Noah sauntered over to me, looking down into my eyes, his patented smirk on his face.
"The clothes... that I will go and get for you. From my dad..." I rolled my eyes, intelligent come on's were apparently not Noah's forte. Vulgar, slightly offensive one's yes, but not intelligent.
"Uh..." Noah rubbed the back of head, apparently starting to think about things. "Where is your dad? You aren't going to tell him I'm here right, cause man, I don't think that would go over well." Well duh Noah.
"Of course Noah, I am going to go tell him that our Viking Linebacker from the team just raped and pillaged his little boy, but no worries, I will just say it was a history lesson about Norse Exploration." Winking teasingly I once again skipped away heading towards the stairs.
Ascending the stairs, I strolled to my dad's room, thankful that the morning commute was prime disaster time for cars, necessitating dad to be at the garage no later than six in the morning each day. Grabbing a plain white undershirt, a pair of socks, and a pair of underwear, I quickly rushed back down the stairs into my basement, laying them outside the bathroom door, I shouted a quick, "Clothes are outside the door" to Noah, I went and waited in my living room. After about ten minutes, I heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later Noah strutted out of my room fully dressed.
"Who would have thought that I would have gotten into your dad's undies before yours." Noah joked as he sat down on the couch next to me.
"Ew Noah, bad image." I giggled along with his joke. "Now come on, we should head out, get to school a little early." As I stood up, Noah grabbed my arm and pulled me back down into his lap.
"Come on babe, can't we have a little fun first?" Raising his eyebrow, Noah began to caress my arm. I simply returned Noah's implication with a cold stare.
"Noah, fluke cuddling does not imply the start of anything. It imply's fluke cuddling. Now let's get going." Standing up again, I could see that Noah's was getting angry at my rebuff.
"Dude, what's your deal? I have been being nice to you."
"Well Noah, niceties and all, I am pretty sure that I am not interested." I spoke with the utmost conviction in my voice.
"And why is that? Afraid Finn might find out?" Noah bit at me.
"No Noah, no offense and all, but you are a jackass. You are being nice to me, now, but many ruined outfits still let me know that you are a jackass." I stated, ensuring to enunciate my point.
"But I didn't mean what I was doing Kurt. It's what is expected. High school, it sucks like that , just fitting in, you got to do what needs to be done." I nodded along understandingly to his spiel, the sad part being that I understood completely.
"Noah, you're right. You didn't mean the Mean things you did, you were following the crowd. You aren't a jackass... you're a douche." I stated the fact nonchalantly. Looking at the confused look on Noah's face, I took pity on him and felt the need to explain. "I get it Noah, I really do. You are a young tough guy, who apparently was having confusing feelings towards other guy's. Being a typical guy, you reacted to anything that would confuse you or make you feel inadequate in any way with aggression. At some point you realized you didn't believe what you were doing, but cliche high school stereotypes necessitated the need to continue to do them so the behavior continued. And blah blah blah, but when it boils down to it, you still did it. Which makes you a douche." Feeling proud of my explanation, I headed to the door and beckoned Noah along with me.
Noah stood rooted to the spot hanging his head ashamed and defeated. "I'm sorry that I am a bad person." he said pathetically. My heart clenched at the sight of his face.
"No Noah. You aren't a bad person. The world sucks sometimes, and the whole gay thing is one of those things that sucks. The idea freaks people out and it causes insanity. You are a good person. I saw how you handled Baby-gate. You were a real man, even more so than Finn. " Noah's head lifted at that, "When Quinn fucked with your head, you stayed by her, when Quinn made you hide, made you lie, you stayed by her, you were the hero of that situation." I spoke with the utmost sincerity. After the Glee Club had talked over the whole scandal, a lot of us had decided that when everything boiled down, Quinn, along with Mrs. Schuester, had been the villains of that craziness. Walking up to Puck, I grasped his chin making sure that he was looking me directly in the eyes.
"Noah, you are a good person who deserves the utmost respect. And I do respect you." Standing on my tiptoes , I gave Noah a chaste kiss on the lips. Noah's whole complexion immediately brightened. Stepping back, he gave me a light punch on the shoulder, and a huge smile.
"Gosh Hummel, don't be such a fucking sap." His face was glowing by this point, tugging me along with him. "We are going to be late, stop stalling to get the school, geeze, you would think you didn't want to go." I simply laughed at that, allowing Noah to throw his arm around my shoulder and guide me to his truck. Well if nothing else, I could say that Noah was a compliment whore. Evaluating how he had been reacting to everything I started to think that maybe, just maybe, I had been a little rash in thinking that Noah was a terrible option.