Author's note: Sorry for the wait. I just noticed that 188 people have alerted this story. That must mean that I'll get 188 reviews on this chapter! Hooray! (take a hint, will ya?)

I'd like to thank AnonymousFan, Moosxaxlot, Utena-Puchiko-nyu, Xanjen, KeightK8 and Breathe In Butterfly for being such darlings and taking some of their precious time to review the last chapter. I love you.

BTW, has anyone seen Chris Colfer's photoshoot for Rolling Stones? He is hot as hell!

Anyway, here's chapter 12! And yeah, it's porn in it because I know you like it.

William Schuester had always considered himself a somewhat insightful being who often noticed if anyone of his students were in some sort of distress. In all modesty, he could admit that he was one of the more caring teachers of McKinley High. Though, there was a fine line between what he should know and what he did not want to know, what he could help and what he just did not want to get involved with. Insecurities, lack of confidence, family issues, rivalry and even those small innocent crushes, yes, bring them on and Will would go out of his way to lend a helping hand or a comforting word. But then there was the other stuff. Stuff like sex. He was not sure of why it made him so uncomfortable. It might have something to do with that he had not gotten some himself in quite sometime, or that he frankly found it inappropriate in a healthy student/teacher relationship. But yet again, he cared for his students and especially his Glee kids. Therefore, when Finn trudged into his office one day, looking solemn and slumped down in the chair in front of his desk, Will did not hesitate before asking him:

"Is there something wrong, Finn?"

The abnormally tall teen, who's legs barely fit beneath the desk, clenched his jaw and nodded. Will's eyebrows creased in obvious concern. He had not seen Finn this down for a while – he had seemed happier now when he and Rachel officially were a couple.

"Would you like to talk about it? Maybe I can help", Will offered softly as he put away his pen and the papers he had been grading in between classes. He was not prepared for what came out of Finn's mouth two seconds later.

"I think Puck is doing Kurt."

Sex. Why? Why did it have to be sex?

Mr Schue was really cool. He had helped him through all the baby drama and shit with Quinn. He was almost like a father, although, a really crappy father who gave you homework. But their talks were nice. Finn knew that if something bothered him, he could always go to Schue and then everything would feel a bit better, a bit clearer. Something was bothering him now. Puck going gay for Kurt was bothering him. He had not seen any actual proof of it and never wished for seeing it either, but he was 110 percent sure that it was a fact that Puck was fucking Kurt. Finn's baby brother. So not okay.

"I think Puck is doing Kurt."

Mr Schue choked on his own saliva or something. It was not pretty. It must have taken a minute before he regained control over his wild coughing and a few awkward pats on his back from Finn.

"You okay, Mr Schue?"

"Yeah, uhm, of course, Finn... just got something, hrm, in my throat", he hurriedly tried to explain.

"Can I get you some water or something?" Finn offered helpfully, because Mr Schue really was his favorite teacher and it would kind of suck if he decided to choke on something and die. Mr Schue only shook his head, gesturing for him to once again sit down. Finn obeyed immediately and tucked his legs in under the desk. It was an awfully awkward business. This table was definitely not made for tall people. Though, he was soon sitting rather comfortably and waited patiently for Mr Schue to solve his problem. Schue seemed to get this, after a minute of silence.

"Finn, I really don't think that... that it's any of my business what Puck and Kurt decide to... uhm, do on their spare time."

Finn's heart sank. That was not the inspiring pep talk he had imagined. He parted his lips to push it a bit further, see if something helpful could slip from him, but he was interrupted even before he could say anything else.

"But... are you sure? I mean... it's Puck."

"That's what I said!" Finn exclaimed, eyes wide when he shot up straighter in his seat and exchanged knowing looks with his teacher. "But Kurt seems really into him and Puck is hanging out with him all the time and... something's not right."

It took a decent amount of time for Will to actually grasp what came out of his student's mouth. He would not say that he was in on the children's gossip, but a few things had he managed to snap up. One of those things included the fact that Puck was the self-proclaimed, so called "stud" of McKinley High and had slept with at least half of the female student body. Somehow, it seemed quite unlikely that a... sexual relationship between the boy who called himself Puckzilla and the effeminate Kurt Hummel was even possible. Maybe Finn was hallucinating, or misinterpreting the situation?

"... and I don't want Kurt to get hurt."

He had let Finn vent all of his frustrations about his recent discovery and it had been going on for a good fifteen minutes, before the rush of words finally came to a much needed halt. Finn was out of breath, his chest heaving heavily. It was Schue's cue.

"I know how you feel", he began softly. "Kurt is a new addition to your family and you feel like you need to protect him. That's only natural, but... Kurt is his own person. If he wants to have some sort of relationship with Puck, you can't stop him. It's his choice."

Finn looked considerably disappointed with his reply and Will felt a sting of compassion for him when he slumped down further in his chair. He was silent for a while once again, entangling and disentangling his fingers. Then, a light went on in his eyes. The revelation Finn had was so hysterically obvious that Will almost did not manage to stifle his laugh. He hid it in a cough.

"What if Puck does hurt Kurt? What if one of them quits? Then we won't have enough people for Nationals."

Oh... Will hated to admit it, but Finn did have a point.

Whenever things had been too hard, too difficult to handle, Kurt had at some points dreamed about being whisked away by a knight in shining armor. It was something which belonged to his childhood – the dreaming. He had realized that growing up meant growing stronger, especially when the strength of his own father wavered and faltered. Dreams and fantasies had to step aside for more important things, waiting for better times. Not until then would they resurface.

He was always the last one in the boys' locker room after Cheerio practice. He had made it a habit to linger, wait until the last one of the few boys had walked out the door before he started undressing. At times, when they gave him weird looks, he hid out in the bathroom until he heard the door close behind them. He did not want to make them uncomfortable, like the football team had been with him around. Tightly enveloped in his soft bathrobe, he brought his towel and products into the foul excuses for showers. Seriously, he would not be surprised if fungus blossomed in between those tiles. His favorite cubicle was more secluded than the others in the far corner and that was where he headed this day too. He gently placed the towel over the wall which parted his cubicle from the other before he slid out of his robe and put it next to it. It took a while before his sensitive skin got used to the hard, far too hot sprays of water. Muttering to himself about what this would do to his complexion, he did not notice that someone slipped through the door on light feet. Reaching out for his mango and papaya soap, he was caught completely off guard by a low, sultry voice.

"Jeez, Hummel, that ass is fine."

Kurt jumped visibly, his heart made a triple skip and ended its performance with an impressive somersault. For a second or two, he felt like dying. Then, his brain started to work again and he realized that he stood completely naked in front of Noah Puckerman. Oh Holy Gaga. Trembling fingers shot out after his towel which he hurriedly wrapped around himself while twisting around to face him.

"Noah! Are you trying to give me an heart attack?"

His voice was even more shrill than usual and the obvious smirk upon Noah's lips did not help him to regain regular heartbeats. The warm chuckle sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine.

"Did I scare you?" he said, hands shoved down the pockets of his jeans as he approached him.

Kurt tried not to think about how easily he could drop the towel... or how Noah with no greater effort at all, could rip it from his hands and ferociously devour his body. He instantly felt his knees weaken at mere thought of it.

"Yes", he whispered, nodding as his eyes raked over Noah's body.

The taller of the two stepped closer and closer, backing him up under the spray of hot water. He did not even find the words to complain about his towel, now damp in his hands.

"Sorry. Let me make it up to you..."

Kurt could feel his cheeks heat up, as well as the tips of his ears when Noah flashed his trademark grin.

"Your clothes... they'll get wet..." he mumbled feverishly, but all objecting words flew right out the window when the other boy leaned in and brushed their lips together. Kurt's eyelids fluttered close, his breath caught in his throat.

"You better get them off me then" was the simply reply he received from him.

A large pair of hands pulled him closer by the hips and Kurt could only barely contain a weak moan when their groins met. His hands, which only seconds ago had held onto the fabric of his towel for dear life, forgot everything about keeping him unexposed when they wrapped themselves around Noah's neck. The towel were, for now, trapped in between their bodies which in turn were practically glued to each other. Noah moved in again, his lips wavering almost close enough to touch.

"Wait... what if we get caught?"

Noah seemed to hesitate for a second, something uncertain flickered in his sultry eyes, but he spoke with certainty.

"Then I hope they enjoy the show."

Noah tried not to freak out too much when Kurt asked that question. Yeah, well, if someone walked in he would not know what to do. He knew what the right thing was and what the option with most probability was, but he did not know what exactly he would do. He did not want to think about it and he did not want to disappoint the lithe boy in his arms, who's erection grounded into his.

"Then I hope they enjoy the show", he murmured huskily in reply and hoped that his usual confidence seemed believable.

Kurt bought it, humming in pleasure when Noah rolled his hips against his. His cheeks wore a beautiful crimson red; shame and lust in an expression of embarrassment. He was so hot. All worries washed off him when he kissed him, went down the drain along with the water. It started off innocently enough; slow movements, a little touch of his tongue and then Kurt opened up, his fingers digging into Noah's scalp. It did not hurt, but was enough to put a sharper edge to their kisses which now deepened. A growl slipped from his lips, welcomed by a groan from Kurt when their tongues wrestled for victory. Wanting, needing, to get closer, he flipped them around and pushed him against the white tiles of the wall. He had a firm grip around his waist and for a second, his feet left the ground. The new support behind him, seemed to reinforce Kurt's confidence and bravery because next thing he knew, their kiss was like the definition of fire and just fuck. His fingers itched to rip the covering towel away, but he was far too busy with roaming his hands all over his naked behind. It was the first time he really could feel his bare skin and Noah was now happily able to inform Brittany that Kurt's hands were not the only baby smooth part on his body. In fact, everything was baby smooth,if you catch my drift. It was kind of weird to hold another dude's dick in your hand, but the sweet mewling noises leaving Kurt's lips made it all worth it... and well, Kurt was big. Noah was not kidding. It was rather impressive and totally unexpected, but he was not complaining. The towel laid forgotten next to their feet, soaking wet like their bodies. Eagerly and without patience, his free hand went to unbuckle his jeans. Kurt beat him to it, trembling and fumbling, unfocused because of how Noah let his hand run up and down his hardened shaft. It was not particularly difficult – he had had plenty of practice on himself. He let his thumb circle the head with precision and Kurt threw his head back as a surprisingly masculine, raw moan escaped his full lips. It went straight to Noah's groin and he could suddenly not get out of his jeans fast enough. Of course, they were stuck to his thighs like fucking glue because of the water. Did not matter, as long as he got his throbbing cock out of its fabric prison before he dispersed with helpless want. Kurt's pale hands soon did the trick and Noah took great pleasure in watching how his eyes widened at the sight of him, darkening with visible lust.

"You want to touch it, don't you?" he whispered into his ear and only a whimper reached him in reply. "Touch it."

His not entirely blue eyes was wide with awe and poorly hidden passion when he tentatively touched him with his fingertips. Kurt immediately retracted, as if burned when the reaction caused was the desperate bucking off Noah's hips. Though, like a kid to the candy store, he returned shortly. Long, slender fingers wrapped themselves around him.

"Fuck, Kurt..."

Noah could not stop his forehead from bumping down upon Kurt's exposed shoulder when hesitating movements turned to a regular, firm pace. He barely managed to return the favor as fine tremors of pleasure ran up and down through his body... all originating from his abdomen. Kurt's panting breath hit his ear and scalp.

"Noah... oh..."

They only lasted a few minutes each. Kurt went rigid, whimpering, when he spilled over the edge and all over Noah's hand. The orgasm hit him harder than the one that night in the Hummel residence. He would have lost his footing if not for the arms which wrapped themselves around him when he cried out and sagged against him. Shit.

Then there was the silence again, when they both tried to calm their wild heartbeats. Kurt felt dizzy, but did not allow himself to give in to it. If he did, they would both end up on the floor, since Noah was draped over him. A sense of accomplishment settled in his abdomen. He had done that to him. The fire slowly burned out, the tingling sensations died away as the remnants of what they had done was washed away by the still running shower. The water was colder now, he had not noticed while entangled with Noah. Hours could have passed before any of them made a move. Noah shuffled slightly, still breathing harshly into the crook of his neck. It felt so good.

"That was... Oh, God..."

"Please... Call me Kurt."

Noah's shoulder shook with the exhausted chuckle and Kurt smiled satedly. He did not need to dream about his knight in shiny armour any longer. He was real.

Author's note: I was really disappointed with the poor reception of the last chapter. I guess that I have been spoiled with reviews earlier, but was chapter 11 really that bad? Anyway, it kind of killed my enthusiasm and it took me a while to wrap this together. I hope it ain't shit.

I've recently posted a new Puckurt-story. Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Romance named Letterman jacket. Here's a teaser from chapter 1:

"Noah..."
Two great pools of vacant blue and green suddenly bore into his eyes. Hummel's fingertips trembled when they connected with Puck's cheek. They were so cold. It was meant as some kind of reassurance, a calming gesture, but hell to calm and collected when Hummel could not even steady his hand enough to cup someone's cheek!
"... I'm cold..."

Check it out!

/Becka