Author's note: Sorry, but I need to get this out of me before I explode. To get inspiration for the latest chapters, I've been cruising YouTube for Glee's versions of Bad Romance (my ears starts bleeding if I listen to the original, but this version is FAB! And Chris' legs in that outfit... WOW.), 4 Minutes and Give Up The Funk since they're not on Spotify which I usually use for getting my music. The great thing about Spotify is that there is no comment box. I am so fucking tired of those buttloads of ignorant shitheads who post comments like "After seeing glee do a couple of really good songs, I think they're great differing from my original opinion of them being homosexual." and "so gay with the guys voice". These are direct quotes. I am this close to going Sue Sylvester on their retarded asses and make them regret ever thinking the word homosexual in a negative context! Really – WHAT'S WRONG WITH PEOPLE? My frustration over their idiocy is giving me a severe headache.

Sorry you had to see that. Here's chapter 10.

Kurt cared for Finn. He really did. They were, awkwardly enough, kind of brothers. Sure, during an embarrassingly long time span, he had been head over heels for him, though, at this point he had this indescribable urge to simply chop his head off. Could his timing be worse? Probably not. Noah pressed the phone to his ear and actually snarled. He seemed to be equally frustrated as Kurt over the unwelcome interruption.

"What the fuck do you want?"

He was surprised to hear the hostile greeting Finn received. Was Noah that horny? Oh... stupid question. He was Puckzilla, after all. Whatever Finn answered, it did nothing but add fuel to his friend's bad temper. His voice was harsh when he replied.

"So what?"

Standing very still in between the trunk of a large oak and the firm chest of the most attractive boy in school, Kurt started to feel slightly uncomfortable. His heart was not racing anymore, breathing was once again an easy task and perspiration was evidently not something he could recommend in such a tight fitting outfit. The thrill, the tingling anticipation had washed away with the intro of whatever vile and crude rock song which had been exclaimed by the device in Noah's hand. The ice-cream which had survived the longest, was now melting away upon the ground next to their feet. Noah's torn and worn out sneakers looked misplaced next to Kurt's fashionable boots. Something twinged within when he noticed the grass stains. They had been new, those boots. There was something dark smudged across his left knee, maybe he had fallen during the chase, he could not remember. All he knew right now was that his expensive Alexander McQueen shirt was pressed tightly against a tree. There would be stains, maybe even some torn fabric. Over all, he was... dirty. Mercedes' words echoed through his head. You're making a mistake.

"Mind your own business. Got that, Hudson?"

Kurt's eyelids fluttered nervously when his attention turned back to Noah. He had shoved the cellphone down his pocket again and looked back with something annoyed shining through his hazel eyes. Kurt knew then that the moment was lost. The playfulness, the exhilarating passion and joy they both had felt just a minute ago had left and only the awkwardness remained. His fingers let go of his shoulders stiffly, a bit reluctant, still trying to hold on to what they had lost.

"We need to talk."

We need to talk. Of all the words in the world, Noah probably hated those four words the most. By themselves, they were often harmless, but together... His worst nightmare. It was how every tense conversation between Quinn and him had begun, the ones about Beth. It was how every emasculating rant with Santana started. It was the phrase his mother greeted him with whenever rumors of his sexual conquests or delinquent behavior reached her. And now Kurt said it too. Great. Awesome. He had slid pass him, stumbled over a rampant root and Noah had reached out his hand to help him gain his balance back, because hey, he could be a gentleman if he wanted to, but Kurt had only shook him off and said that he could manage. This could not be good.

The actual talk did not take place until thirty minutes had passed. Kurt had forced them both back to the café where he had bought the ice-creams earlier, just to clean themselves off. Noah had not thought that it was necessary, but Kurt only mumbled something about his boots and disappeared into the ladies' room for a good twenty minutes. Waiting was no fun, so he had washed his face ice-cream free while the other one made himself presentable again. When exiting the bathroom, Kurt looked far more put together and proper. Clean, except for a few unfortunate stains upon his clothes. He probably did not like that. Finally, they ended back up in his truck. Just sitting, like they had done before. This time, the silence was uncomfortable. Kurt was watching his hands and Noah held onto the steering wheel once again.

"So..." he started, because they were supposed to talk, right?

"Mercedes disapproves."

His reply had come so quick that Noah barely registered what he said.

"Wait... what?"

"She saw the note you left in my locker and went ballistic. She said that I'm making a mistake. She said that you're using me."

The accusation actually hurt. He knew his track record might not be the prettiest one and sure, Aretha had all right to be doubting him after their so called relationship, but still. There is no merit in fucking the gay kid. There is just this electrifying, mind-blowing sexual compatibility and you do not walk out on that kind of thing. Kurt did not look at him, probably did not dare to and that is just crazy, after what they have been through during the last few days.

"Finn threw a fit earlier today."

That caught Kurt's attention. His eyes were wide when he stared at Noah.

"Finn?"

"Yeah", Noah replied and leaned back in his seat, running his hand through his mohawk. It was a reflex, a calming habit. "He started yelling about your dad asking about me and how you're his little brother..."

"Little brother? I'm three months older than him."

"I know, but he didn't and he said he would point your dad in my way if I messed you up."

Then there was the silence again, but it had eased slightly. Noah would admit that talking was not his thing, though, sometimes it could come in handy. To get things out in the open or whatever. From the corner of his eye, he noticed how Kurt adjusted his hair again. He wondered what he would say if he told him that he preferred his hair unruly. Kurt cleared his throat softly.

"You know when my birthday is?"

Kurt could barely remember the last time he had felt as satisfied as he did when he made Noah Puckerman blush for the first time. Probably never. The otherwise confident jock fidgeted in his seat, ran his long, gorgeous fingers through his small stripe of hair and coughed. Kurt merely suppressed the delighted giggle which bubbled up his throat.

"Well, uhm, yeah..." Noah mumbled, staring out the window and trying to sound nonchalant. "July 31st, right?"

"That's right", Kurt helpfully confirmed and his fingers itched to touch his furiously burning cheeks. "How do you know that?"

"Someone mentioned it, I guess..."

"And you remembered?"

Noah turned an even darker shade of rosy red. It was beautiful.

"I'm good with numbers."

Says the guy who skips Math class every week, but Kurt did not point that out.

"It's very sweet of you to remember it."

"Whatever. Finn said I better bring you home before your dad goes Hulk on the place."

Noah started the engine and turned out of the parking lot, looking so adorably awkward and embarrassed, that Kurt could do nothing but smile. Somehow, it did not matter that his boots were ruined any more.

Author's note: Yes, you've got it right, Kurt's got the same birthday as Harry Potter, because only the awesomeness of J.K. Rowling can compare to him.

And I'm trying to make this hard for them, I really do, but I somehow always end up fixing the problems at the end of the chapter. I'm too much of a sucker for happy endings.

Does anyone have any ideas of what should happen to our boys now? I'm open for suggestions!

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Hugs and kisses

Becka