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Chapter 3-Icy Glares and Puppy-dog Eyes

That morning, Kurt's body worked on autopilot and he barely paid attention to his surroundings. His mind kept replaying over the events of the previous night, his memory echoing with Noah's parting words to him, 'Be like that then you whiny little bitch.'

Most of the time, being called a 'bitch' didn't bother Kurt in the slightest. In fact, it was a characteristic he often prided himself on. But when that word left Noah's lips, it pierced Kurt's chest and burned through his flesh, muscle and bone to poison his heart.

Even though distancing himself from Noah had been his intentions, having the Jewish teen be angry at him hurt Kurt terribly. He wanted to find his friend, apologise to him and beg for the forgiveness he wasn't sure he even deserved. But something, pride perhaps, prevented Kurt from seeking Noah out and making peace with him.

Instead, Kurt continued through the day with a feeling of agony clinging to him like a second skin as the phrase 'whiny little bitch' continued to sound in his head, replaying the venom in Noah's voice over and over, growing no less hurtful every time.

It wasn't until lunch time when Kurt and Noah's paths finally crossed. Upon seeing the muscular teen, Kurt froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Far too late, he ducked to hide behind the water fountain. Looking down, he spotted Noah's unmistakeable sneakers walking towards him. When those all too familiar pair of sneakers came to a stop, Kurt slowly followed his eyes up the strong legs and chiselled torso before his blue green orbs met Noah's brown irises.

From the feel of heat in his cheeks, Kurt guessed that he was blushing a little and he prayed the pink complexion would not clash with the blue of his sweater.

"Hey." Noah greeted quietly as he extended his hand to Kurt.

Not trusting himself to speak, Kurt settled for twitching the left corner of his mouth upwards in a semblance of a smile and cautiously placing his pale hand in Noah's larger one.

As their hands fitted together so perfectly as if they'd been designed for that very purpose, Kurt allowed himself to cherish the feel as the stronger boy pulled him to his feet. Although Noah didn't drop Kurt's hand immediately, he still let go far too soon for Kurt's liking.

If he only could, Kurt would have held onto Noah's hand for all of eternity. Well, he'd have held his hand for a longer time at least, then lead Noah's hand to other areas of his anatomy. In turn, Kurt would use his hands to explore Noah's body too, every inch of it. Of course, that would only ever be a fantasy.

Looking down at his hand that had sadly become Noah-less, Kurt treasured the tingling sensation that was still sparking in his fingertips and sizzling all the way through his palm and scorching sensuously up his arm.

"So," Noah said as he took a step closer to Kurt and leaned his hand against the wall looking down at the shorter male. "There's this stupid but incredibly sexy asshole I know." Kurt suppressed an eye-roll and contained a laugh as he quirked an eyebrow up at Noah waiting for him to continue. "He was kind of a douche to his best friend last night and he's really sorry and he'd really like to make it up to him."

"Interesting." Kurt replied as he straightened up. "It just so happens that I know of an incredibly intelligent and fashionably dressed young gentleman who would like to tell his asshole of a best friend to go to Hell." Noah's face fell slightly at these words and Kurt instantly wanted to remove that expression from his features. "Unfortunately he can't stay mad at this douche bag for very long and he's already forgiven him."

Noah grinned in response then loosely draped an arm across Kurt's slim shoulders and began guiding him down the hall.

"I knew you couldn't stay mad at me, babe." Noah told him smugly and Kurt made it a point to roll his eyes this time.

"Let it be known that as we speak I am mentally plotting ways to torture you." Kurt stated dryly which only made Noah chuckle.

It was with great ease that the two fell back into their well rehearsed pattern of being best friends. They seemed to come to a silent agreement not to mention what had happened the night before. Questions about what had Kurt so distant lately were also left unasked.

The two simply queued in the lunch line together then joined their fellow Gleeks at their usual table as they sat down to eat.

As they ate, Mike, Matt and Brittany stood up and danced around their table whilst Mercedes, Tina and Quinn sang for them. Finn used the table top as a drum kit to create a beat. Beside Finn, Santana was watching her friends perform with amusement in her eyes that she was trying to play off as disinterest.

Then there was Rachel sitting beside Artie babbling to him how they should all be rehearsing extra hard if they wanted to beat Vocal Adrenaline and win Regionals for a second year.

"Poor Artie." Kurt sighed sympathetically as he looked over at his wheelchair bound friend.

"Hey, rather him than us." Noah replied as he too shot a pityingly look towards the bespectacled boy who looked truly bored by whatever it was Rachel was ranting about.

Turning his focus back to the Glee members who were up singing and dancing, Kurt tried not to think about how close Noah was to him. Although they were both sat on separate seats, Kurt felt as though he might as well have been perched on Noah's lap. He could feel the other male's breath tickling the back of his neck and it caused a sheet of goose bumps to form on Kurt's flesh.

Trying to swallow down his desire for the other boy, Kurt daintily nibbled on his carrot sticks. He was vaguely aware of Noah mumbling something about how Kurt needed to eat more than 'rabbit food' before half a plate of fries was being pushed towards him.

"Eat some real food." Noah told him.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt swivelled in his seat slightly to face Noah properly. He opened his mouth with the intent on lecturing him about calories and diets but he'd barely spoken two words when Noah took the opportunity to force a ketchup covered fry in his mouth.

If anyone else had dared to do such a thing, Kurt would have spat the food back out at them before throwing a full-blown bitch fit. But when he met Noah's eye and saw that amused boyish grin, all he could think to do was swallow the fry and then eat another.

"That's better." Noah nodded approvingly as he watched Kurt chew down some more of his fries.

Kurt's only reply was to elbow Noah in the ribs.

When the others had finished singing and dancing they gathered their things before leaving. Artie also made a bid to escape from Rachel and as he rolled out of the cafeteria, Finn found himself with Rachel hanging on his arm and telling him all about her new ideas for New Directions. As they left, Kurt found himself alone with Noah sharing the Jewish boy's fries.

"Hey, you got something on your face." Noah informed him and Kurt instantly panicked.

"What? What is it? Where?" He asked frantically as he wiped a napkin all over his face hoping to get rid of whatever the 'something' was. "Is it gone?" Noah shook his head. "Oh this is disastrous, where is it?"

"Right there." Noah answered as he picked up a fry and used it to smear a blob of ketchup onto Kurt's pale cheek.

His eyes shined with mischief and he laughed at the horrified look that settled itself on Kurt's face.

"Noah!" Kurt cried shrilly as he used his bag to whack the other teen round the head. "How dare you? Have you any idea the damage you could cause to my skin?"

"Calm down, princess." Noah chuckled as he held Kurt's head in his hands keeping the other boy still. "I'll get it off." He leaned close then flicked his tongue out to lick the ketchup off of Kurt's face. "See, no harm done." He grinned as Kurt let out an exclamation of disgust.

"I hate you, Puckerman." Kurt grumbled though there was no real malice behind his words.

"Nah, you don't." Noah told him as he ruffled Kurt's hair, earning himself a surprisingly hard punch in the ribs. "Ow. You love me really."

Kurt didn't trust himself to give a verbal response so he settled for picking his things up and leading the way out with Noah following behind him rubbing his ribs. He knew that Noah had been joking with what he said, but the Jewish stud had unknowingly spoken the truth and it made Kurt a little flustered.

He walked briskly through the corridors hoping to get away from Noah so he could calm down a little for fear that he would give the truth away. Kurt was just glad none of the girls had been around to witness Noah jokingly saying that Kurt loved him because they would have probably guessed the truth from Kurt's reaction. In that moment, Kurt was immensely pleased that Noah wasn't the smartest being at McKinley High.

"Whoa, slow down." Noah called after him as he jogged to catch up. "I'm sorry I messed with the hair alright, it won't happen again."

"It better not." Kurt snapped at him as he twisted round to fix Noah with his iciest glare.

"Come on, babe, you know that evil eye doesn't work on me." Noah said.

Kurt huffed in response before storming off again.

"Kurt, don't be like that." Noah told him as he grabbed his shoulder and spun him round. "I'm sorry ok."

"Those puppy-dog eyes don't work on me." Kurt lied as Noah looked down at him adoringly with his lower lip jutted out into a pout. "No, not working." He said determinedly even as he felt his resolve become nothing other than a pile of goo at Noah's feet.

"Forgive me, baby?" Noah asked and before Kurt even answered a look of triumph crawled onto his face.

"Jerk." Kurt replied by way of an answer before allowing the other teen to drape his arm over him and lead him away.

When they'd first become friends and Noah started slinging his arm across Kurt's shoulders, Noah had always claimed it was just because Kurt was at a convenient height for him to lean on. Back then, Kurt hadn't particularly cared, he'd just accepted it like he accepted everything else with his surprising friendship with Noah. But now, having Noah walk alongside him like that was torture. To Kurt, it almost felt like they were a couple sometimes. After all, wasn't this what couples did? Of course, that was all just wishful thinking. Noah didn't see his actions to mean anything in a romantic sense. Besides, Kurt knew perfectly well that Noah would wrap his arms around the girls' shoulders too. He'd even throw his arm around Rachel's shoulders on occasion. That was just the way Noah was. It didn't mean anything.

"Hey, you ok?" Noah asked as he looked down at the shorter boy.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Kurt answered as he forced on a smile.

"Dunno." Noah replied as he surveyed Kurt carefully, as though trying to work out the enigma that was Kurt Hummel.

As they walked, Kurt could feel Noah's eyes watching him searchingly and he made a mental note to be more cautious. Although Noah was nowhere near to guessing the truth about Kurt's feelings, he was smart enough to know that something was wrong and being the friend that he was, Noah would try to work it out. From now on, Kurt would certainly have to be a lot more careful if he wanted his feelings for Noah to remain secret.

To Be Continued

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