Hi ya'll. Sorry It has been so long. I have been crazy busy. And I hate to say this but I have not been liking Glee very much since the new episodes have started. I don't know why, but that spark I felt at the beginning has about evaporated. Anyway, I want to thank everyone who has been reading. I won't leave you hanging I promise. Love you all. Once again, I don't own Glee.

Closing the door behind Noah, I guided him rapidly towards my basement. With dad having been gone so early this morning, I wasn't positive that he wasn't home. Though I imagine he would have at least heard our little screaming match on the lawn, it was better to be safe than sorry. Locking me and Noah firmly into the basement, I waited for Noah to get comfortable. Reclining back onto the couch, I could sense that Noah was still tense about our little snafu earlier. I hopped up onto the armrest of the couch behind Noah and began to deeply massage Noah's shoulders.

"Mmmmm... that feels nice Kurt." Noah sighed, lifting his hand and placing it over mine, slowly caressing my wrist as I massaged him. Smiling wickedly, I whispered longingly into his ear.

"Noah darling, do you know what the difference is between love and infamy?" At my words, Noah instantly stiffened. Turning to face me, he gazed at me with a look of utter confusion.

"What are you talking about?" I laughed lazily as I moved my body to straddle Noah's hips. Looking Noah into his rapidly darkening eyes, I slowly lowered my lips to his neck, kissing lightly into the crook of his neck. I began to kiss a line of kisses softly across his neck, easily molding Noah's neck to accommodate my actions. Ignoring the moans that I eliciting from my prey in front of me, I reached the indent below Noah's right ear, at which point I bit viciously into his neck. Noah muffled a noise between a moan and a gasp. "What the hell was that?" He bit out gruffly.

"Well Noah, that is called pain. A bodies response that warns the itself to flee. To escape from impending danger." I smugly muttered.

"Mmmmm... do you plan on hurting me Kurt? Cause i might like that." Noah barked out roughly. The physical effects of my actions becoming more and more apparent. I ground my hips deeply into Noah's, eliciting a strangled moan. Without warning I bit viciously into Noah's neck. Noah roughly pushed me away.

"What the fuck Kurt!" Noah screamed.

"I'm a vampire Noah," I laughed bitterly, "I wanna drain you of your blood. Hell, what the hell, I am Edward Cullen and you are a yummy sandwich." I giggled maliciously, looking at Noah with hate in my eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Noah mumbled, slowly backing away.

"Noah Noah, Noah, don't you get it, I am sick of this. This weirdly addictive obsession you suddenly have for me. When push comes to shove. I hate you. God I hate you so much. You have made my life such a living hell. "

I watched as Noah's face seemed to drain. I could see that I was hurting him. Noah's hand seemed to twitch, wanting to reach out at me. I smacked it away when he finally seemed to get the nerve to reach out for me. "No Noah." I glared at Noah, portraying so much hate in my face that I could feel it burn in my soul.

"Why are you doing this Kurt?" Noah muttered solemnly.

"Well Noah, I am not I piece of paper, I won't fold to your origami manipulation." I giggled lightly at this point, feeling immense pleasure in the pain I was causing. "I think I understand a lot more than you do. You are a sad pathetic closeted gay man that gets pleasure out of torturing small pathetic gay boys like me. Sad versus small. I am pretty sure that small will win. Now get the fuck out of my house Puck."

Guiding Noah out of the house, I ignored his mumbled apologies. When we reached the top of the stairs I was momentarily shocked to see my father standing at the top of the stairs, a blank expression of confusion gracing his feature. Giving dad a quick smirk I continued to push Noah at the door. Stepping around Noah, I pushed open the front door and roughly pushed Noah out the door.

Noah stumbled down the front doors. Stopping at the foot of the front steps, Noah gave me a pathetic, pleading look. Looking into Noah's eyes, I could see him begging for my forgiveness. I smiled serenely at Noah as I slammed the door shut.

Dusting my fingers on my impeccably pressed pants I strolled lazily into the family room and sat down on the plush couch my mother had picked out some ten years earlier. Closing my eyes, I listened as my father gruffly entered the room, sitting on the adjacent chair. Keeping my eyes closed, I dreamed of dancing bunnies and other gay, Brittany inspired themes. Exhaling, I waited for the onslaught of questions I knew would come from my father. I was surprised when a clean ten minutes had passed before my father started the interrogation.

"Kurt, who was that?" Dad strangled out.

"Noah Puckerman. He is on the football team. Totally the jock type. He joined glee to be close to his pregnant girlfriend." I responded lazily.

"Why was he here?'

"We have been making out on a regular basis." This statement came out with much less confidence. Finally I opened my eyes. Dad was breathing with strangled breathes. His eyes wide and scared. He slowly closed his eyes, gaining the confidence to ask his next question.

"Is he your boyfriend" I laughed in mirth.

"No, he is the guy who nailed the lawn furniture to the roof. He is the leader of the bully pack."

"What!" Dad was livid at this point, "Kurt, why the hell would you let him into this house... let him take advantage of you like that!" I could literally feel the rage emanating from my father by this point.

"Dad, it is simple. Noah is a confused, pathetic little boy. He is obviously suffering. He is so confused right now. He has these feeling for boys and it terrifies him. Trust me, I get it, it is so scary when you realize that you are different. That you are never going to be accepted because you are sin incarnate. Well he is going through that right now. And as the perennial victim, I saw fit to make it just a tad bit harder for him. Noah is the popular jock, I can guarantee you that they would love him still. Even if he started making out with boys. So you know what, I want to torture him. He thinks he loves me then fine. I will break his heart. Break it like everybody broke mine."

At this point I looked my father deep in his eyes. I could see the fear and confusion in his eyes.

"Kurt... Kurt... I know it is hard. But thats just not okay" I could hear the disappointment in his voice but it didn't matter. "You have to make this right Kurt, I don't want you... dating that guy. But it's not right to hurt him like that. You have to stop."

"No dad, he hurt me... I have..." Cutting me off, dad started on a tirade.

"Shut up Kurt. I love you but I can't respect that. You will not be the type of person who hurts others. You will not sink to that level. You go make this right."

By this point I felt broken. Dropping to my knee's as my dad stormed out of the room. Looking forward, I couldn't even fathom what to do. I was lost. I wanted to inflict pain, make him see how much he had hurt me, but I wanted to be good. And I sure didn't expect dad to be so angry, so disappointed. In that moment I felt lost. Slumping away into my basement. I curled into my sheets, not even bothering to take off my designer clothes, ignoring my nightly routine, and slipping into a restless sleep.