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Chapter 5-You've Got A Friend
Despite the appalling mess that was Noah's bedroom, Kurt was always able to bring himself to set foot inside the untidy room. He had even learnt how to tolerate the smell. In fact, Kurt considered himself to be immune to the stench of dirty socks and underpants that were strewn all across the carpet. How long the dirty clothing items had been there was a mystery, one that would probably remain unanswered. As well as dirty laundry, there were also a number of dirty cups and plates along with some pizza boxes that probably had mouldy and rotting food hiding inside them. Still, none of that mattered to Kurt. He simply danced his way through the mess before landing on the relative safety of Noah's bed.
"Careful." Noah warned as he cracked open his bedroom window to tempt in some fresh air. "Sheets are probably still damp from my morning jack-off."
"Too much information." Kurt cringed as he tried to abandon thoughts of Noah pleasuring himself on the bed he was now sat upon.
But as Kurt would tell anyone, he could withstand Noah's messiness. He could even put up with Noah's depressed mother who burst into tears every half an hour over the most ridiculous things. Kurt didn't even mind playing dolls with Noah's sister to keep the little girl occupied whenever Noah comforted his mother through one of her more severe depressive outbursts.
However, when it came to Leanne, Kurt had to draw a line. He and Noah had plans to hang out together, as best friends, yet it seemed that Leanne had decided to invite herself over and was now complaining about the state of the room.
It was true that what she said was completely right and Kurt silently agreed that the task of picking up ones dirty underwear was not as difficult as Noah seemed to think it was, but that didn't give Leanne the right to tell him what to do. So what if Noah's bedroom looked like a stampede of animals had stormed through it? Who cared if there was so much mess on the floor that you couldn't even see what colour the carpet was? It wasn't just your average teenage boy mess, it was Noah's mess and disgusting as it was, Kurt liked it.
Leanne, however, did not approve and after wrinkling her nose in disgust she set about tidying the room with Noah looking at her as if she was mad and Kurt secretly hoping she'd catch some incurable disease from whatever horrors may be lurking under Noah's bed.
After shrieking when she came into contact with a dead spider, Leanne turned to the two boys and asked, or more accurately ordered, for them to help her clean up.
Though Noah let out a groan, he obediently helped to tidy his room. Kurt on the other hand refused and told Noah he'd see him later before he left. He was just about to exit through the front door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head, expecting to see Noah, but came face to face with his mother instead.
The woman looked tired and there was an unhealthy looking greyish tint to her skin. Kurt made a mental note to have a word with her about skin products and such at some point, preferably when she was in one of her more cheerful moods.
"I don't like her." Mrs. Puckerman stated simply as she looked towards the ceiling where Leanne was scrambling around Noah's bedroom in an effort to clean it up.
With that said, Mrs. Puckerman squeezed Kurt's shoulder before wandering back into the living room to sit in front of the television. Feeling pleased that he was not the only one who didn't like Leanne, Kurt left the house.
As well as being able to deal with Noah's messiness, Kurt had also learned to cope with Noah's unpredictability. Sometimes, usually when Kurt was deep in slumber, he'd receive a call from his friend in the middle of the night. Today was one of those occasions and Kurt found his dreams being interrupted by his Lady GaGa ring tone.
Groaning slightly, Kurt clicked on his bedside lamp then pulled his cell phone up to his ear.
"Hey, Noah." He said sleepily.
"Hey, sorry I woke you." Noah apologised.
"It's fine." Kurt assured him. "What can I help you with?"
"Nothing." Noah replied. "I just needed to hear your voice."
Kurt felt his tummy flutter at those words and he couldn't help the ridiculous grin that spread across his face.
"Tell me what's wrong." Kurt encouraged gently, sincerely hoping that Noah was about to complain how completely wretched Leanne obviously was.
To Kurt's dismay, derogatory words about Leanne did not come. Instead, Noah mumbled something about finding things difficult at home with his sister's constant need for attention and his mother's continuous breakdowns. Kurt sighed in sympathy not knowing what to say to make his friend feel better. And even though he felt bad that Noah was obviously hurting, he couldn't help but feel flattered that Noah had chosen to call him over his new girlfriend.
"Kurt?" Noah asked in a quiet voice sounding shy and insecure. "Could you…" The Jewish boy trailed off letting out a heavy sigh but Kurt stayed quiet waiting for him to say something further. "It's nothing. Forget it."
"No, tell me." Kurt replied gently. "What do you need? You know I'll do anything for you, Noah." He bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from saying anything else that could potentially lead to him accidentally revealing the truth about his feelings for his best friend.
"I just… it's stupid." Noah said and Kurt could envision the other male gripping at his hair right now. "Could you just maybe… sing to me?" Noah asked.
"Of course." Kurt answered him with a soft smile that the other couldn't see but Kurt hoped he could hear the smile in his tone of voice. "What song would you like?"
"Anything, babe." Noah breathed and from what he could hear through the phone, it sounded to Kurt as though Noah was settling down on his bed. "Just the sound of your voice helps me relax, you know. Man I sound like such a pussy."
"You do not." Kurt told him with a roll of his eyes as he tried to think of something to sing to the other boy. "Ok, here you go."
Clearing his throat, Kurt made himself comfortable before softly serenading the teen on the other end of the phone.
"When you're down and troubled
And you need some love and care
And nothin', nothin' is goin' right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin' to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend…"
Pausing to take a breath, Kurt listened carefully and heard Noah let out a contented sigh. Shifting his head on the pillow to get comfier, Kurt continued to sing the song.
"If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that ol' north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knockin' at your door
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin' to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, yes, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but don't you let them…"
Listening carefully, Kurt could just make out the faint sound of Noah's steady breathing. It seemed the other teen had finally drifted off to sleep. Smiling fondly as he thought of his friend, Kurt sang the final chorus.
"You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin' to see you again
Oh ya baby, winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend."
Listening once more for the sound of Noah's breathing, Kurt hung up the phone and placed it back on his bedside table and turned off the lamp, leaving his basement bedroom in total darkness.
To Be Continued
Song = 'You've got a friend' by Carole King
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