Hello everyone! Sorry about the delay in updating, I have had a crap week. I wanted to thank all of the reviewers and readers! I really appreciate everything! Once again I don't own Glee! Love ya all!

The drive home from school that day consisted of Noah looking at me like I was insane as I struggled to contain my giggles from Brittany's actions. I had a strange feeling that this little bag of dirt would be something that I would save for years to come, the memory was just too entertaining to let go. Glancing at Noah, I started to think of what had happened pre-dirt. Noah and I had shared an intense moment that had really felt like it was going somewhere. The somewhere that Noah knew a lot more about than I could even imagine. As we approached my house, I started to wonder exactly what was going on Noah's head.

"Noah?"

"Yeah babe?" Noah responded, lacing my hand with his. I looked down at our intertwined hands, worrying about the response I was going to get from Noah.

"What do you want from me?" I asked bluntly.

"I want you babe." Noah grinned reassuringly at me as he spoke.

"Okay... you want me... what exactly do you want with me?" By the way his forehead scrunched into his mohawk, I could tell that he wasn't understanding what I was getting at. "Sex Noah, is this about sex?"

"Well babe, if you're offering I ain't gonna say no." Noah gave me his patented 'sex eyes' at that, releasing my hand and throwing his arm behind my shoulders in what could only be construed as an invite. "You aren't into road head are you? Cause that would totally rock." Road head!? Oh hell to the nah! My conscience, which sounded suspiciously like Mercedes, exploded at that. Putting on my best bitch face, I put on my best candy-sweet effeminate voice.

"Noah darling, if you want some road head, sext Santana, cause I have class. Ya know, that thing I keep mentioning that explains why we don't commingle." I bit out at Noah, watching as his eyes widened in shock.

"Dude, I thought you were like offering, chill out." Noah explained his hand flying back to the steering wheel, obviously trying to backtrack.

"Haha, you thought I was offering. Well Noah, you must not know a damn thing about me if you thought that I would do that." I had no idea what I was as livid as I was suddenly. "Dear Lord Noah, you think I am like big gay whore man or something? Really? Your views can't be that stereotyped can they? Shit." I yanked my hair in frustration, I would mourn my hairs death later, right now, I felt like hitting something.

"No Kurt, dude calm the fuck down." I hadn't even realized that at some point we had pulled up in front of my house. Launching myself out of the car I let my back pack drag along the ground as I stormed towards the door. I chose to ignore Noah scrambling out of the car after me. "Kurt stop."

Turning around suddenly, I bent down and pulled my math book out of my bag. Before I even realized what I was doing I launched the book at Noah. Being the sportsman that he was, Noah swiftly dodged the book, grimacing as the book harmlessly dinged against his bumper.

"What the fuck Hummel!" Noah was obviously stunned by my actions, which admittedly I was too.

"You Puck!" I accentuated his nickname as clearly as I could. "You just don't get it! I am not a slut. I don't plan on being a slut! And i sure as hell aren't going to be one for you!" I shrieked at him.

"Fucking hell Hummel! I don't want you to be a slut! If you would grasp reality and stop spazzing out every thirty seconds you would see that I am trying to do this thing right!" I was so frustrated with him. Quickly pondering what books I had left in my bag, I started planning my next attack. Sensing that I didn't intend to respond, Noah continued. "I like you Kurt, I Like You. Don't you get that. I don't know what I want. I mean really, what 16 year old knows what they want? We aren't all plotting our grand escape from Lima, we can't all be you. So stop fucking yelling at me all the time."

I hated the fact that he was calling me out. I knew that I was being hypocritical, that I was judging him and not giving him a chance. But I couldn't help it, the years of torture weighed down on me. Everything that Noah said I immediately dissected in my head, tried to see the angle; the plot that existed behind the actions. Breathing deeply, I was determined to make him see.

"Come in the house Noah." I smiled sweetly at him. His body reacted physically to my sudden change in attitude, jolting backwards. He gently rubbed his mohawk.

"Okay. Are we like cool now?" He muttered confusedly.

"Cool as ice darling." I sauntered past him, retrieving my book from the ground. "We should chat in a more civilized manor, and probably not on the front lawn. The gossip queens will flock in seconds. I would hate to get the reputation as the Cougar Layer Slayer. Not nearly as catchy as Buffy." I skipped lightly past Noah, heading towards the house, knowing that Noah would quickly follow. I knew that even though I was starting to feel something for Noah, the boy needed a taste of his own medicine. Bully the bully and such.

So, I was feeling really angry when I wrote this. Angry and vindictive. Sorry its so short! i am planning an epic next chapter so hold out!