Author's note: This chapter is FLUFF (with a hint of porn, but I know you like it)! :D I could not help myself.

Noah did not raise his gaze from his hands, tightly gripping the steering wheel, when the door to the passenger seat flung open. A familiar scent, something sweet... like some kind of fruit or berries or whatever. Noah would not know, that was way too gay. Though, he kind of liked it. Kurt leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed over his chest and his messenger bag resting in his lap. The silence was far from uncomfortable, but there was still something disheartening in the air, something strained. He threw a glance his way. Kurt stared straight ahead. His blue greenish eyes glistened. Was he crying? His grip around the steering wheel eased visibly. His fingers were stiff and white, cracked when he bent them carefully. He had lost track of how long he had been waiting. It could have been hours or mere seconds. The breaking noise his left pinky made snapped Kurt out of his reverie. Blinking furiously, a futile attempt to get the sadness out of his eyes, he jerked his head in Noah's direction.

He could have asked him what was wrong. He could have hold his hand and listened to all he had to say, let him rest his head upon his shoulder and bawl his eyes out if he wanted to. Then, when Kurt asked him, he would say that no, of course he did not look like shit with his face all puffy and eyes red from crying so hard.

Though, he did not do those things. He was no good with words, remember? Instead, he simply leaned across the center console, hands reaching out to cup Kurt's porcelain pale cheeks. Confusion crossed his face and his lips were parted to say something, anything, but Noah silenced him with his own mouth. The scent, the fruity one (suitable enough), mixed with the warmth of his skin and the taste of his plump lips made him pull him to him. Fingers buried themselves in the back of his neck and hair. The other boy had stiffened at first, but soon relaxed into his touch. It was a series of slow, gentle kisses placed carefully upon him. Kurt's eyelids had fluttered close, just like Noah's. One thumb stroked the side of his neck lazily, haphazardly feeling his hurried heartbeat while his other hand locked in place around his slim waist. His lips moved playfully, but yet soft – a new kiss for every other passing second. He could feel a light hand forming around his t-shirt, squeezing the fabric in between trembling fingers. The corners of his mouth twitched in a smile. A small whimper of loss escaped his company when he stopped to nudge his nose affectionately with his own.

"You're getting better at this", he informed him kindly.

"P-practice makes perfect", Kurt replied, though the retort did not come as quick as it used to. He looked kind of dazed, actually, with his eyelids still half closed. Another blissful kiss left Kurt Hummel speechless.

"Let's get out of here", Noah suggested and turned the key in the ignition.

Kurt only managed to nod.

Kurt just stared at the atrocity Noah held out to him. The cone itself probably contained more calories than his usual intake per day – not to mention the three scoops of vanilla- and strawberry ice-cream which were completely drained in chocolate sauce and sprinkled with something colourful and artificial. Remembering the last time he had indulged himself in such awful amount of frozen sugar, he felt slightly nauseated.

"I am not eating that... thing", he informed him.

"Oh, come on... Stop being such a prissy and just eat it already!"

The ice-cream cone swayed dangerously in front of him and he leaned far away in his seat to avoid it. Noah's grin broadened. By not being able to speak properly after those mind blowing kisses earlier, Kurt had had no say whatsoever of where they were heading. That was how he ended up sitting next to the school's infamous bully in one of Lima's deserted parks. Noah had gotten the ice-creams from a café just half a block away. Without Kurt's consent.

"It's melting, Kurt."

"Do you know how many calories there is in this monstrosity?" he questioned, eyes narrowed into small slits.

"Yes."

"How many?"

"A lot", Noah mocked and only laughed when Kurt snorted in reply.

A part of him knew that the jock had chosen the park because of the obvious lack of visitors. Though, it suited him just fine. After Mercedes' reaction, he really did not feel like shouting whatever this was out to the world. The vanilla ice-cream had melted and trailed across Noah's sunkissed skin, white against soft brown. The once frozen delight pooled in between his long, calloused fingers... fingers which had been entangled with his during that Friday night.

"You know you want it", he whispered and dear god, yes, Kurt wanted it.

"I... I don't need more fat. I've already got hips like a pear."

This time, Noah was the one who snorted.

"Your hips are fine", he replied swiftly and without the slightest hesitation. "Now, eat."

Thereafter, the boy Kurt once or twice during the weekend had considered boyfriend material, simply shoved the ice-cream into his mouth. Not so shockingly, he practically choked on the cold mess invading him. Though, it did taste good... NO! With his two hands gripping Noah's arm, he managed to push him away. The cone slid from his grip and met the asphalt beneath them with a flop. White, pink and brown droplets slid from his cheeks and either dropped to the ground or ran down his exposed neck. He thanked Gaga that he did not wear one of his scarves this day. It would have been stained. The melodious sound of a hoarse laughter reached his ears and he snapped his head in his company's direction. He was practically bent over himself, helplessly gasping for air, joyful tears springing from his hazel eyes.

"You jerk", Kurt hissed menacingly and a slight part of him really meant it, while the other realized that it was probably the first time he had actually seen him laughing for real. He could not avert his gaze from his glimmering eyes and mesmerising smile.

"Oh jeez, you should have seen your face...! So fuck-!"

His words came to an abrupt halt when Kurt claimed his vengeance.

It felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull when he watched Kurt's face crack up in a roaring laughter. Slowly, his skin registered the cold liquid smeared across his cheek and his eyes noticed his ice-cream cone in Kurt's hand. His tongue darted out to taste what dripped down from his lips and chin. Strawberry. Well played, Hummel, well played.

"You really should not have done that...", he murmured threateningly, but all Kurt did was to laugh even harder, bright eyes shining with glee.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

A week ago, that sentence would never have dared to left Kurt's oh so inviting lips. A week ago, that would have earned him three dumpster dives a day. Though, this was not a week ago.

Noah was surprised to see how fast the diva could move in those too tight to be comfortable jeans. When he had reached out to give him his punishment, Kurt had simply sprung to his feet and made a run for it. Ice-cream still in hand.

"Hell no, Hummel!" he called out when he set after him – that giggling, fruity figure who playfully darted out of his way right about when he seemed to be able to reach him.

"You're a jock! Aren't you supposed to be fast or something?" Kurt teased when he once again dodged him, flashing a wide white smile and he looked so happy. Noah had never seen him like that before.

The thrill of the hunt made the adrenaline pump ferociously within his body. His heart had picked up speed too and his cheeks almost hurt with the grin he constantly was sporting. At times, he was so near he nearly grasped the hem of his shirt or his sleeve, but his fingers would always retract during the last second, fold themselves into his hand so Kurt effortlessly danced away out of reach once again. So the chase continued in another minute, so his eyes could rake over him and truly appreciate what he was seeing. Pear hips my ass. Those were some good looking hips. His feet slid upon the freshly cut grass, still wet and slippery from the rain which fell last night. At some points, Kurt seemed to lose his balance too, but always regained his composure and got out of the way before Noah got to him. Sweat prickled in the back of his neck and maybe Kurt noticed his heavy breathing, because he backed himself up against the trunk of a tree, holding out the generously melting ice-cream as a weapon.

"Don't come any closer! I've got an ice-cream and I'm not afraid to use it", he overly dramatically exclaimed, trying to be serious but his smile gave him away.

Noah completely disregarded his threats and closed in on him, eyes doing everything but devouring his flushed cheeks, glistening eyes and swollen lips. Kurt's chest heaved quickly and every breath was a flustered pant. There was something similar to anticipation in his soft features, as if he was impatiently waiting for whatever Noah wanted to do. He was so near now, he could feel his heat radiate from his body, his minty breath caress his cheek and then there was that fruity smell again. Enough to get you high and flying in no time.

His tongue met with the sticky skin upon Kurt's neck and he received a thrilled gasp in response. Gentle fingers gripped his shoulders frantically when the smaller boy tried to keep himself on his feet. His body was shivering against Noah's. The taste of vanilla, strawberry, chocolate and salty skin exploded upon his tongue and went straight to his groin which in turn was pressed into Kurt's hip. His hands had softly craned his neck to expose it easier to his greedy tongue. Kurt did not seem to mind. Instead, he moaned his appreciation and let out a breathy more. Noah was eager to comply.

A sharp signal broke the spell. Noah damned the vibrating cellphone in his pocket and the way his fingers trembled with longing when he reached for it. A surprisingly manly (and incredibly hot) groan left Kurt and he leaned back against the tree, obviously just as pissed off by whoever was calling as he was. The screen flashed with four letters and a goofy picture that big oaf had taken when he stole his phone once. Finn.

Fucking cockblocker.

Author's note: A happier chapter than the others. I was feeling overly optimistic while writing this, which you might have noticed. I wonder what's going to happen with our boys now...?

I was worrying about Puck being out of character in this chapter, until I came to the realization that "Puck" did not exist in this part of the story. This was my version of Noah. I hope you like him.

I would like to thank nonexistantpuppy who gave me the most epic review ever. It gave me just enough spark to finish this chapter! THANK YOU!

Remember: I'm like Tinkerbell. I need reviews to live!

/Becka