Hello All! Thank you so much for reading my story! And reviewing! Sorry this took a while, we have Overtime at work this week and I am insanely greedy like that! I hope you enjoy. Oh btw, anyone doing the Glee tryouts on myspace? I think I might! Squeal!
Climbing into the truck, I leaned my head against the cool glass of the truck window, feeling utterly content. As we progressed towards the school as Noah sung along to some rock song that I had never heard before. When the song ended I listened as Katy Perry's, "I Kissed A Girl" came on the radio.
"Hey, did you know that this what Tina sang when she auditioned for Glee?" I chuckled out, remembering her audition and the look Mr. Schue had given her.
"No kidding? Damn, maybe I underestimated that girl, she might be a little more wild than I thought she was." Noah shook his head approvingly, obviously using his teen-boy imagination.
"Well, I am pretty sure that Tina is only into the crippled population, not necessarily the female population, so you can power down." I joked along with Noah, diffusing any rumors that might pop up about Tina. Noah was doing better, but I wouldn't put it past him to repeat something he found to be funny that others would see as ammunition.
"Ha ha, she can't knock it til she's tried it," Noah shrugged his eyebrows suggestively, "Come on haven't you ever kissed a girl and liked it?" He asked jokingly but I could sense the genuine curiosity in his voice. I just smiled at the thought of kissing a girl, not due to enjoyment by any means, but simply because of the audacity of the thought.
"Unfortunately Noah, the extent of my kissing experience consists of a simple kiss with this douche from school." Looking over at Noah, I could see the shock in his eyes. "What?" I answered slowly.
"Dude! Are you serious? That was not your first kiss?" Noah inquired dumbfounded.
"Well technically yes, I suppose it was." I answered nonchalantly.
"Oh that sucks man, I totally pity-stole your first kiss. Sorry about that, should have studded it up hardcore, made it awesome." I could hear the regret in his voice.
"No worries Noah," I giggled, "It actually is an improvement over my initial 'first-kiss plan' that I had been contemplating.
"Oh really, and what was that?"
"I was trying to convince Mercedes to drive down to Dayton with me so we could go the gay club," I could see that Noah was surprised by the idea, "Sunday nights are 16 and up. No alcohol or anything, but I am sure I could pounce on someone." By this point I was filing my nails, trying to yield a perfect half-moon shape on each nail. Not really that intrigued by the conversation.
"Pounce on someone... Yeah thats not happening." Noah stated as it was a fact.
"Well not for my first kiss obviously, but I have Mercedes about worn down to the idea of a mini road trip."
"And what about me!?" Noah said in a voice that could only be described as shrill. I really looked at Noah then. I couldn't understand what he thought was going on.
"What about you?" I asked sarcastically, glad that we conveniently arrived at school at that moment. Looking back at Noah, I jumped out of the car despite the fact that it was still slightly moving. "Thanks for the ride Noah, try going to math today." I nearly jogged away, utilizing my best coping technique for confrontation; avoidance. Scurrying away, I hoped that I wasn't messing up my hair, I don't care what Tyra says, wind in your hair is not a good thing. When your coif is perfect, why mess it up? Life's runway can be just as glamorous with triple-clutch hairspray.
Walking down the main hallway humming 'Hairspray' I noticed Artie towards the end of the hall struggling to get a book out of his locker. Leaning against the locker next to his, I pulled the book out and handed it to him, launching into an instant conversation, knowing that Artie didn't like us to acknowledge his disability.
"Do you think Mr. Schue would let us do 'Don't Stop the Beat' from 'Hairspray' for regionals," I started rambling the first thought that came to my head, "I was thinking about it and it would allow for nearly everyone to have a solo while also being a cohesive group number?" Artie looked up at that nodding in agreement.
"That is a really good idea Kurt." Artie agreed, rolling down the hall towards first period with me. "Who would do each part though? Obviously Rachel and Finn as Tracy and Link, and Mercedes as Motormouth, but who else?" He asked intrigued by the concept.
Smiling at another of my brilliant idea's being so well received, I quietly muttered a quick, "Well you and Tina as Edna and Wilbur of course..." Looking away at the ceiling I crossed my hands behind my back trying to suppress my laughter. Looking up I noticed Tina and Mercedes a few feet in front of us.
"Morning Merc...OUCH!" I looked over and saw Artie smiling in false apology.
"Sorry Kurt," He stated with a mischievous smirk, "Didn't see your foot there." Even I couldn't hold in the laughter then, I slapped Artie jokingly across the back of the head, looking at Tina and Mercedes both staring confusedly, obviously not understanding the little joke.
"Morning ladies, you are both looking splendid today," Both girls smiled at that, Tina doing a quick swirl of her goth-chic skirt. I liked arms with one on each side and continued the rest of the way towards first period, chatting about the necessity of a diverse fashion palate in a group of friends.
After an incredibly dull lecture in AP History, that allowed me to plan a new organizational technique for organizing my fedora's (thick-rimmed plaid to thin-rimmed solid), I headed out to Spanish with Tina. Walking down the halls I was surprised to notice Brittany and Santana standing with Rachel gossiping loudly about something. To see the them all together so publicly instantly implied that something big had happened. Dragging Tina along with me, I approached the speed-talking girls. Rubbing my hands in anticipation, I inserted myself into the conversation.
"What happened? Give me all the dirt!" Smiling near manically, I was nearly bouncing in excitement. If makeovers were crack to me, gossip was approaching heroin-like addiction.
Brittany looked at me then, "Well..." I could hardly resist the need for gossip as Brittany continued, "I'm sorry Kurt, I don't have any dirt, but we could go outside and get some." Santana simply rolled her eyes, while I mentally slapped myself for having forgotten my 'only direct wording/no analogies' rule that applied to Brittany.
"No Brittany, what are you all gossiping about." I smiled encouragingly, but Santana cut in at that point.
"Apparently Puck is in trouble, he just walked up and punched Aaron Moore before first period for no reason." I froze at that point. "Coach Sylvester says that it is most likely incurable insanity."
"Obviously, being the most well versed in the event, my view on the situation is that..." Tuning out as Rachel began her tirade, I instantly felt guilty about what had happened. I should have never told Noah what had happened with my eye. It wasn't as if no one had hit me before. If I wasn't mistaken, even Noah had taken a swing once or twice, mostly under the influence of direct peer pressure but it still happened. Looking up, I interrupted Rachel in the middle of some sentence that I could tell no one was listening to.
"Did he get in trouble?"
"No need to worry Kurt, our regionals roster is safe, I don't think Aaron was willing to admit that he was taken down with a singe hit. He played along with Puck's story that they were just goofing," Santana explained, beginning to lose focus. "He was just all brawn... hmmm... I should sext him, make sure he is okay." I walked away at that point, leaving Tina to gossip with the other girls about Puck's brawn.
I spent most of the rest of the day keeping my eyes peeled for Noah. Unnerved by the fact that I had not seem him once since that morning. Before this whole thing had started Noah had been a constant looming figure over me, always managing to appear with a harsh word or some form of assault. Now that I wanted to find him, I couldn't seem to pinpoint his location. Then again, I wasn't an idiot, I stayed in the well lit, highly populated parts of the school. Just because Noah seemed to have given up the bullying, didn't mean anyone else had.
Sitting with the other Gleeks at lunch, I did manage to spot Aaron Moore sporting a swollen nose and his left eye blackened much more than mine had been earlier in the week. Laughing long and hard at the site, the other kids in the group looked at me confusedly. Apparently Mercedes had been in the midst of telling them about watching the movie 'Precious' the previous night, a movie that didn't yield a plethora of laughter. Shrugging, I chocked it up to ill-timed laughter and a funny youtube on my phone; no one seeming to notice that my phone was safely stored in my satchel.
Breezing through my exam that afternoon, the sweet release for the weekend seemed to place everyone in a chipper mood by the last bell of the day. Strolling out of the school with Mercedes, chatting about nothing in particular, I was surprised to see Noah leaning against the side of his truck sporting an ear to ear smirk. Excusing myself from a very confused Mercedes, I approached Noah's truck. With a quick nod towards the passenger door, Noah climbed into the drivers door and patiently waited for me to get in. Debating momentarily whether this was a good idea, I got into the truck and just went with the flow.
Sitting in the school parking lot with Noah in his truck was definitely an odd event in Kurt's life. Not that most things recently hadn't been weird. I had expected Noah to have started the car, but he just looked ahead, his goofy smirk still on his face. Breaking the silence, I muttered a quick, "So Noah, violent much?"
Noah guffawed at that, "Come on Kurt, he totally deserved it. If I am a douche, he is like evil incarnate." Deciding to ignore the astute fact that Noah had thought Aaron was cool enough to paintball with a few weeks earlier (Noah had talked about it in Glee practice), I just rebuffed his response.
"Still. People think you have lost it. There was no good reason for you to hit him."
"He hit you. He can't do that, I think that was a pretty fucking good reason to hit him Hummel." Noah derided me.
"I know Noah, that was a great reason for me to hit him if I chose to, not a good reason for you to hit him. What the hell are you going to tell people?"
"I will tell them the ass deserved it. If people want to question me they will have to face the Puckerone themselves." I softly cracked my head against the wall at the ridiculousness of this situation.
"Referring to yourself in the third person does not increase your masculinity." I stated.
"Dammit Kurt, I am trying really hard here. Stop being so fucking critical of me." Looking at the anger in his eyes, I immediately regretted my previous statement.
"I'm sorry Noah." I murmured sincerely.
"Its fine." He stated roughly.
"Noah?"
"Yeah Kurt?"
"Even if its a really immature thing to do... defending my honor... hitting Aaron... it was still a total turn on." Noah chuckled at that, "And I won't lie, I am kinda sad that I missed it."
"Ha ha, you like to see people get hit? Kinky Hummel." Noah sniggered as he began to rub his knuckle up and down the top of my thigh. The mischievous glint in his eyes signifying the challenge he was making. Deciding to play his game, I reached my petite hand and gripped his bicep.
"Oh no Noah, I just like to see your arms in action, just thinking what these monsters could do when they exert... pressure... and emotion over someone who could never match them in strength... someone who you could easily dominate..." As I spoke I allowed my hand to slip into the sleeve of Noah's shirt, continually deepening my voice and elevating my breathing. Noah's eyes darkened continually as I spoke. By this point, both of our bodies had turned to face each other.
Noah longingly grazed his knuckle up my side until it was resting on the back of my neck. Resting his forehead against mine, we looked into each others eyes, our breathes mingling together in the most delicious way. The intimacy of the moment was nearly overwhelming, having never been in this situation before I released my body to impulse. Tilting my head to the side, we both began to move in only to be shocked by a sharp tapping on the passenger door. Jumping back, I heard the crack as Noah's head connected with the driver's side window. Breathing deeply in both arousal and terror, I turned my head to look at who had just knocked.
Looking out the door, I saw a brightly smiling Brittany outside the window. Rolling down the window, I calmed my breathing enough to give Brittany a smile and a quick, "What's up Brit?" Striving to keep the frustration out of my voice.
"Hey Kurt, I just wanted to give you this before you left," She handed me a small plastic bag, "Have a great night!" She skipped away joyously, oblivious to the moment she had just interrupted. Looking down at the bag, I exploded into laughter. Allowing my body to collapse into a heap of giggles, Noah simply looked at me confusedly.
"What's in the bag?"
"Dirt... she got me a bag of dirt..." I gasped out the words between hysterical laughter. Noah simply looked at me like I was crazy.