Puck pulled him into the room excitedly. "It's here. I can't believe me and Finn found this by accident. I thought it was destroyed."

Kurt raised an eyebrow after Puck finally relinquished the hold on his arm, "And what were you and Finn doing when you stumbled upon this miraculous discovery?"

Puck whistled, "Going over Quidditch plays?"

Kurt smiled and shook his head, "This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Azimio Adams woke up on a mattress in the middle of the lake this morning, would it?"

"No." Noah to truth translation: Abso-fucking-lutely.

Kurt sighed, "If you guys are ever implicated in any of your pranks and get kicked off the team, I will castrate you."

"Yes, Captain." Puck's cheekiness just earned him three extra laps around the Quidditch pitch. Kurt smirked to himself, anticipating the righteous anger his boyfriend would display later that day during practice.

"Anyway, how can you be certain that this is the Mirror of Erised?"

Puck pointed to the edge of the mirror, where words were inscribed in the old brass:

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

"'I show not your face, but your heart's desire'." Kurt's eyes widened, "Noah! This is really it!"

"I told you! Look, babe! What do you see?"

Kurt looked to his boyfriend, "Isn't that, uh, kind of private?"

Puck shrugged, "You don't have to tell me. I saw me getting accepted to the Auror Academy."

"Noah, that's going to happen, I promise." Kurt was so sure of it he didn't need to embellish his words.

Puck smiled and brushed a chaste kiss over Kurt's soft lips. "I know," he said against Kurt's mouth. "When it does, it's going to be because of you."

Kurt smiled, "Don't forget, it's you that's helping me pass Transfiguration."

"Yeah, and you're helping me ace every other subject."

"That's just an excuse to make out with you in the library." They both knew it was only part of the reason, but said nothing.

Puck pushed him in front of the mirror. "Look."

Kurt looked. He immediately gasped and turned bright red.

He saw him and Noah completely naked, writhing on top of each other on a expansive bed. They were both ridiculously hard, cocks almost purple. This is my deepest desire? Sex?

Kurt was bemoaning how shallow he was when the two avatars shifted position and suddenly, mirror-Kurt was flat on his back on the bed with mirror-Noah straddling his waist, legs on either side of mirror-Kurt's hips. Kurt watched in absolute awe as mirror-Noah took hold of mirror-Kurt's cock, positioned it, and then fully impaled himself on the rock-hard member.

Kurt gasped as he watched his avatar throw his head back with a loud cry, hips pistoning up to meet the downward thrusts of mirror-Noah's ass. Mirror-Noah was now bouncing up and down on mirror-Kurt's cock, hand flying on his own cock and riding mirror-Kurt like it was his fucking job. Kurt's breath became shallow, mouth dry at the tantalizing image.

"What do you see?" Puck asked. Kurt shook himself out of his stupor. His cheeks aflame and damp with sweat, he contemplated his options.

"I see us winning the Quidditch Cup."

Puck threw his head back and laughed, "Jesus, Kurt! I can't believe how insane you are! But no worries, babe, we'll win that Cup for you." He paused. "Again."

Kurt, relieved that his lie was believed, shook his head. "Sorry, Noah. I'm sure it'll change as I get older."

Puck turned and started pulling Kurt out of the room, "Speaking of Quidditch, we better haul ass if you don't want to be late for practice. Knowing you, you'd make the both of us do laps."

Kurt followed compliantly. As they reached the hallway, he remarked casually, "Hey, babe? Do you think we could try something different tonight?"