Hi All! I know you probably hate me for not updating in like a century! I could go into the hell that my life is but I will spare you! I am doing a Prologue but then this story is done! Love Ya'll!
Hopping into my baby, I quickly sped off towards Noah's house. I spent the entire drive rehearsing what I was going to say once I got to Noah's house. I didn't know what tactic I was going to use, the pitiful I am sorry speech or possibly the strong willed impassioned expression of devotion. Yeah, this wasn't going to go well. Trying not to hyperventilate, I pulled up in front of Noah's house. Compared to my house, Noah's house was much smaller and seemingly decrepit compared to mine.
I slowly got out of the car and dragged my feet up to his front door. It took nearly 5 minutes for me to get the nerve to knock on the door. Once I finally did I could hear the shuffling behind the door and then the door opened to reveal a sickly woman wearing the most hideous floral muumuu that I had ever seen. She looked at me confusedly for a moment so I decided to start the conversation.
"Good morning, I am here to see Noah." I stuttered out, valiantly trying to suppress the urge to flee. I was incredibly surprised when the woman's face broke into a huge smile.
"Shalom! You must be Kurt. Come in, come in, I am Noah's mother, you can call me Anne." Putting her hand on my lower back she guided me into the house through a shabby living room into the kitchen. "Sit Kurt, here I will whip you up some Latkes."
I was taken aback by the sudden change in tone in the last thirty seconds. I sat quietly at the table as Noah's mom hummed gathering ingredients and starting to cook. A slight pang of loss hit me as a thought about my own mother but I pushed it aside, not wanting to dwell on that right now. "Is Noah here." I asked lightly.
"Oh yes, my ben, its like beating a dead moose to try and get him up before the moment he absolutely has to leave for school." She laughed deeply at her own little joke. I smiled along with her, not exactly sure why a person would beat a dead moose.
"Oh okay." I added as an afterthought. After sitting silently for a while, she started plopping down a pile of latkes down onto my plate. I thanked her politely as my mind immediately started reeling at the number of carbs in the food she had just placed in front of me. I could envision the thumb war going on in my head, Politeness vs. My Slender Figure. Deciding I needed to make a good impression I began to eat, savoring how good the carbs felt sliding down my throat.
"He loves you, you know that don't you?" Choking, I was shocked by Anne's sudden proclamation. With eyes wide, I didn't notice the piece of latke dangling ungraciously from my mouth .
"What?" I whispered out, swallowing painfully.
"He loves you, he has for as long as I can remember." She stated without any doubt in her voice. The seriousness in her eyes scared me.
"No he doesn't, Noah's not gay, he is just confused or something." I began rambling, not knowing why I felt the need to defend Noah against his mother. Smiling sweetly at me, she took both of my hands and looked at me with a look that seemed to pierce my soul. "He loves you Kurt. He might not know it, but he really does. I think it was first grade the first time he mentioned you. You had drawn a picture of something, a unicorn I think, and he came home and ranted the entire evening about the 'girly boy' in his class. He couldn't understand why you would do that."
"Yeah, I remember that, I like to remember that as my first swirly." I bit out grumpily. His mother shook her head, I could see the resignation in her face but she just continued on.
"Noah was five when his father left us. The thing you have to understand is that Noah has always blamed himself. His sister was just a baby and he felt that he wasn't a good enough son to make his father stay. Noah doesn't always process things like everyone else, he feels so deeply, but he has never found a way to express that productively."
"I... I didn't know that."
"Kurt, if there is one constant that has always been in this home, it has been Noah's rants about 'Kurt Hummel, the girly boy.' And I know that doesn't sound endearing to you, but think about it this way, I have heard your name more than Finn's, or Santana's, or any of the other people in his life."
I couldn't help but smile at that. Of everything I had expected when I came over here this morning, none of this had been in my plan. I hadn't even seen Noah yet, but I was feeling closer to him than I ever had.
"Are you okay with this?" I couldn't help but asking. "Rachel told us that you wanted Noah to find a good Jewish Girl. "
"I am not going to lie, I never anticipated that Noah would fall for a Goy, but I can live with that." I was confused at that.
"You never thought Noah would fall for a boy?"
"A Goy, a person who isn't Jewish. But don't worry Kurt, I have no doubts that you can make Noah happy, and don't worry you can always convert." She smiled sincerely at me. I hope she didn't see my slight grimace at her knowledge that I would convert.
"Yeah, yeah I can." I responded not knowing what else to say. "What about the girl part?" I couldn't help but asking. I was dumbfounded by the loss that seemed to cross Anne's face at my question. I hoped that she wasn't upset about the fact that I was a guy. Once again taking my hands, Anne looked at me with a face more serious than I had ever seen it look that morning.
"Paragraph 175 Kurt." She said sadly.
"I... I don't know what that is Anne." I felt stupid not immediately understanding what she was getting at. Nodding in understanding she continued.
"Paragraph 175, during Shoah..." My face once again went blank, "During the Holocaust Kurt. Paragraph 175, it was the law that the Nazi's referenced to prosecute homosexuals during the Holocaust." I was taken aback by this sudden revelation. "Kurt, your people were prosecuted in concentration camps right next to mine, I would be a hypocrite to judge you based on something I honestly believe you were born with." I was shocked to find tears in my eyes at that moment.
"I didn't know that, in school all they talk about is the Jews." She nodded knowingly at that.
"Kurt, there are many bad people in the world, and it scares me sometimes to think about Noah and the life he is facing. But I know that together, you and him will be strong. You will stand up to any adversity that comes at you." By this point I could feel tears sliding down my cheeks. Of everything I had heard about Noah's mom, I was expecting someone scary, and the woman in front of me was truly amazing. Looking back at Anne, I squeezed her hands tightly.
"Thank you Anne, that was amazing." We were both smiling at each other when we were both startled by a sound at the kitchen entrance.
"Ima?" Noah asked confusedly from the doorway, his head swiveling between his smiling mother and me crying softly. Noah's mohawk was muffled and he was dressed in simple blue sleep pants and a plain white V-Neck undershirt.
"Good Morning ben. There are some latkes on the stove, I am going to go get your sister ready for dance class." She stood up at that moment, patting me on the shoulder and disappearing down the hall yelling back a polite, "It was nice to meet you Kurt, I hope to see you soon."
"Morning Noah." I bashfully said, immediately feeling guilty about the way I had treated Noah the last time I had seen him.
"What are you doing here?" Noah asked without any of the normal confidence in his voice. He headed to the stove and loaded a plate nearly a mile high with latkes, Kurt suppressed the urge to cringe at the caloric intake Noah was about to consume. Sitting as far away from me as he could Noah began to eat.
"I wanted to apologize Noah." I gave Noah a reserved smile.
" I thought I was back to being Puck." Noah muttered out harshly, refusing to look me in the eyes, giving unnatural attention to his breakfast.
"No, I don't want that anymore, I was stupid and angry about everything. I was sick of feeling like I was some elaborate play toy for you to fuck with."
"It was never like that Kurt! I stopped treating you like that ages ago. You have never trusted me, I get that, but what the hell. At what point do you forgive me?" He angrily spit out at me, gripping his fork so tightly that Kurt was thankful he wasn't an eating utensil.
"I do forgive you, I am ready to do that now, to put everything behind us and just start fresh. Your mom really made me see how much you care." That seemed to get his attention, he looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"What do you mean she made you see how much I care?" He rushed out.
"Well we were talking and she just said some stuff." I don't know why but I felt like my conversation with Anne was something that needed to stay between the two of us.
"She doesn't know anything about this." Noah bit out, his voice getting louder and louder.
"Well she does actually..."
"You told her! What the fuck Kurt, you outed me to my mother!" By this point Noah was pacing back and forth, seemingly approaching a panic attack.
"No Noah... I didn't... I swear... she already..." I couldn't seem to get a complete sentence out by this point, not knowing how to recover at this point in the conversation. Luckily, Anne chose this moment to reappear, Noah's sister in tow. Looking at the situation in front of her, she seemed to see that things were rapidly going downhill.
"What happened ben?" She asked confusedly stopping Noah from pacing and facing him towards her.
"He told you I was..." Noah seemed to lose his ability to talk at that moment, looking fearfully from his mom to his sister.
"Oh ben, Kurt didn't tell me anything. I always knew that at some point you would come around to seeing Kurt as more than the 'girly boy.' I love you no matter what. Now perk up and start convincing this Goy to start conversion classes. Love you both, have a good day." Noah's eyes were bugging out of his head as his mom and sister strolled out of the door, Noah's sister giving an adorable little wave as they left the house.
"That was... unexpected." Noah said as he sat back down at the table, seemingly blown away by what happened.
"Why does she call you ben?" I couldn't help but ask, having wondered since I got here.
"It is son in Hebrew." He muttered, continuing to stare at the door that his mother and sister had left through.
"Oh okay, so wanna make out?" I asked, attempting to jar Noah out of his dumbfounded state. Noah's head whipped over to me after that and he just stared at me like I was an alien.
""This is way too much to be happening in the first twenty minutes of my day." Noah said taking his head into his hands slowly massaging his temples.
"Well perk up, this is going to be good. We are going to make this work. Everything is going to be great." I smiled the biggest smile I could at that point, looking Noah in the eyes I leaned over and gave him a sweet little peck on the lips. "Now go get ready, we need to get out of here." Noah nodded in a daze and went off into his room.
Feeling the need to be a gracious houseguest, I cleaned up the kitchen and waited for Noah to shower and get ready. After about a half hour Noah came out wearing a simple pair of jeans and a navy polo. Noah smiled at me as he came out to find me sitting in his living room flipping through one of his sister's princess books.
"Getting fashion tips?" Noah joked as he came up behind me placing his hands on my shoulders, leaning over the chair to kiss me on the cheek.
"Oh no darling, I am not a princess, I am a queen. Princess Grace has absolutely nothing on me." Noah smiled sincerely at me, laughing deeply.
"I have no idea what any of that means."
"I never expected you too." Jumping up, I grabbed Noah an roughly pushed him against the wall, standing on my tiptoes so I could kiss him deeply. Noah reacted in turn, flipping us around so that he could demonstrate his dominance, deepening the kiss . "Noah, one of these days, you are going to show me how much you love me by dressing head to toe in Burberry."
"Yeah, I doubt that Hummel." Noah giggled along with me, slowly leading me out of the house, hand gripping mine the whole time. I wasn't sure exactly what were were doing but at that moment I felt content. Content was good, and Noah was the perfect person to be standing next to me.
Hebrew Translations: Sorry if I used them wrong!
Ima=Mother, Shoah=Holocaust, Shalom=Peace or hello/goodbye, Latke=Jewish fried pancake, Goy=non-Jewish person, Ben=Son