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Chapter 11-Noah's List

Would murdering a boyfriend really be such a bad thing? That was precisely what Kurt was trying to decide when morning came. After waking up promptly at six, Kurt had raised himself off of the sofa then tiptoed back down to his basement bedroom. Predictably, Sam was still asleep.

For someone who was quite a good-looking teen, Sam looked truly repulsive in Kurt's eyes.

Turning away from his snoozing bed-hogging boyfriend, Kurt moved into his adjoining bathroom and went through his daily routines.

By the time he was washed, dressed and preened to face the day, Sam was still in a deep slumber. Huffing in annoyance, Kurt perched himself at his desk and took to completing a homework assignment as he waited for Sam to wake.

Kurt lasted until quarter past eleven before his patience ran out and he threw a glass of water over Sam's face. The other teen shrieked and sat up with wide eyes as he shook the water off his face just like a dog, a very unattractive dog.

"Get dressed." Kurt ordered simply and a sulky looking Sam began the task of pulling on his clothes.

"You're in a bad mood." Sam commented.

"Well excuse me if I'm a little snappish this morning." Kurt replied tersely. "Somebody kicked me out of my bed last night and I had to sleep on the couch."

"Sorry." Sam shrugged before reaching for the bottle of pop that was on Kurt's desk.

Without thinking, Kurt snatched the bottle away out of Sam's reach, earning himself a very odd look from the other boy.

"I'm thirsty." Sam complained as he wrapped his fingers round the top of the bottle and prised it out of Kurt's grip.

As Sam twisted off the lid and drank down the liquid, Kurt fought down the desire to yank the bottle away from him then beat him over the head with it. It wasn't just any bottle of pop, it was Noah's. The other teen had left it there unfinished the last time he'd been round and Kurt hadn't been able to bring himself to throw the drink out. Seeing Sam drink the contents now made him feel like he was betraying Noah somehow. It was ridiculous he knew, but to watch Sam drink Noah's pop was very offensive to Kurt. He didn't say anything of course, he just bottled it up along with all the other things that Sam had done to annoy him as of late.

After making Sam some breakfast, Kurt was a good host after all, Sam mentioned Quinn's party that would take place later that night. Kurt had to suppress a groan over the thought of attending with Sam. He'd much rather go to the little Glee party with Noah, even if it was just as a friend.

As Sam made himself at home and lounged around in the living room watching the flat screen T.V, Kurt tried to work up the nerve to break up with the boy without any success.

Maybe he ought to ask Santana for help, he knew for a fact that she was well experienced in dumping people. Perhaps she'd have some advice.

They rode to Quinn's house in Sam's car, not a journey Kurt particularly enjoyed. There was a funny smell in Sam's vehicle and it made Kurt feel nauseous. The other teen wouldn't even let Kurt select the music; instead Kurt was forced to listen to Leona Lewis which wasn't at all to his taste.

Not that he thought Leona Lewis wasn't a good singer, the woman was a truly gifted vocalist, and Kurt had no problem admitting that. He just wasn't a fan, to him, all of her songs sounded pretty much the same and it bored him. It was just slow song after slow song, nice enough but incredibly tedious and not at all satisfying.

Just like his relationship with Sam, Kurt mused. He needed more than a nice guy, just like a pop star needed more than a great voice to spark his interest. Leona Lewis didn't work for Kurt, just as Sam didn't. He was a Lady GaGa fan, and Leona Lewis could never be Lady GaGa, Sam could never be Lady GaGa. And out of the musical world and into Kurt world, who claimed the role of Lady GaGa? Why, Noah Puckerman of course. If Sam was Leona and Noah was GaGa, then Noah would win every time, no competition.

They reached Quinn's house, and Kurt darted out of the car and quickly strutted up the garden path to knock on the door. If he was alone in the company of Sam for much longer he'd lose his mind. He needed to be around other people, the type of whom didn't make him want to lash out and use physical violence or set fire to things. Not that Kurt would do any such thing of course; he didn't want to risk messing up his hair or chipping a nail.

As Quinn opened the door and smiled brightly as she invited them inside, Kurt forced himself to smile back and try to have fun. He'd worry about breaking up with Sam later. Dumping him in front of all his friends would be out of line and way too bitchy for Kurt to even comprehend.

Music was playing at a loud volume and many of the Glee clubbers were singing along, some of them already drunk or tipsy. As Kurt and Sam joined them in the living-room, Finn handed them a drink each. Taking a sip, Kurt cast his eyes around the room looking for Noah but it didn't seem as though he had arrived yet.

Trying to ignore the disappointment he felt, he made his way over to Mercedes with Sam clinging insistently to his hand. He tried having a conversation with Mercedes but that was made very difficult by Sam who kept interrupting. Eventually, Mercedes huffed in annoyance and made her way over to Tina and Brittany.

As the night progress, Kurt found himself wishing he'd stayed at home. He had planned to have fun tonight but it simply wasn't happening. Everyone else was smiling, singing and laughing as they had a good fun time but Kurt was stuck in the company of Sam.

The others didn't bother coming over to talk to them, probably because they all found Sam just as annoying as Kurt did, so Kurt was forced to sit beside his boyfriend and pretend to be interested in whatever it was he was saying.

Bored out of his mind, Kurt was about to lie that he was tired and suggest they leave when Noah made an appearance. Spotting him instantly, Kurt found his lips automatically forming into a smile as his best friend said hello to everybody before grabbing a drink and making his way towards Kurt and Sam.

Unlike the others, Noah didn't leave Kurt alone with Sam; instead he took Kurt's elbow and directed him towards the rest of the group encouraging him to join in. Sam of course followed Kurt along like a shadow but with Noah close by, Kurt found Sam's presence to be more bearable.

As a new song came on, the group sang along as they all danced together. To begin with, Kurt found himself pressed tightly against Sam but he managed to slowly move away from his boyfriend and dance more freely with the girls. As he was spinning Rachel around, he felt a set of hands rest on his hips and soon enough Kurt was leaning back and dancing in Noah's arms.

He smiled, enjoying himself and not even thinking how it might look to everyone else. However, when Sam came to stand in front of him and took his hands to pull him away, Kurt couldn't help but feel guilt. Stepping away from Noah, Kurt looped his arms over Sam's neck and danced with him, with his boyfriend.

Later on, a few people who had drunk too much began throwing up. Rachel was the first so Finn helped her upstairs to the bathroom to take care of her. Mercedes was the second to feel ill so Tina escorted her to the downstairs toilet. Not long after, Sam was vomiting in the kitchen sink.

Really, it should have been Kurt at his boyfriend's side making sure he was ok, but instead Sam was being looked after by Brittany and Mike.

As Quinn, Matt and Santana sat in the living-room watching Artie juggle with pieces of fruit, Noah led Kurt upstairs to Quinn's bedroom. Together, the two teens collapsed onto Quinn's bed, their heads resting side by side on the pillow.

"So you haven't dumped him yet?" Noah asked unnecessarily, obviously referring to Sam.

"I don't know how." Kurt admitted quietly. "This isn't really my area of expertise. Any advice?"

"Just say it." Noah shrugged. "The longer you wait the harder it'll be. You should just be sure that it's what you want."

"It is." Kurt confirmed. "I know he's a good guy but… I just don't feel anything for him."

"It'd probably be a good idea not to tell him that." Noah said. "That kind of honesty is a bit too harsh."

Nodding, Kurt let out a sigh before shifting closer to Noah and resting his head on his chest listening to his heart beat. He then felt Noah's hand atop his head before the larger male lightly ran his fingers through his hair. Smiling to himself, Kurt let his eyes flutter closed so he could commit the moment to his memory.

Not many people were privileged enough to be able to touch Kurt's hair without receiving a murderous glare, bitchy retort or a slap, but Noah was one of the select few who could. It felt nice, relaxing and just right. Kurt had never felt more comfortable than he did when he was in Noah's arms.

Reopening his eyes, Kurt lifted his head up and moved his body so that he was looking down on the Jewish boy's face. His eyes zoned in on Noah's mouth and he licked his lips as he flirted with the idea of kissing them. He then pulled his eyes up to gaze into Noah's own.

The moment seemed so perfect, so right; Kurt decided that now was the time to take the opportunity that was presented to him. He should make his move and kiss Noah, every fibre in his body was screaming encouragement for him to close the gap and taste those lips.

"Kurt," Noah said quietly, and Kurt held still waiting to hear what his friend would sigh. "I'm back with Leanne."

Suddenly, all thoughts of leaning down to kiss Noah left Kurt's mind. Instead his imagination was soon filled with ways to murder Leanne in a most painful fashion whilst making it look like an accident.

Feeling a lump in his throat, Kurt moved off of the bed. Standing up, he crossed the floor to Quinn's bedroom window and pushed it open, letting the wind dance across his skin as he looked up at the night sky, the stars glittering like crystals.

For a long while, Kurt silently gazed up at the diamond studded blanket above. He cursed himself for being so foolish. He'd come so close to kissing Noah, to revealing the truth and potentially ruining things between them permanently. How could he be so silly as to dare to dream that he and Noah would ever happen? Noah was straight, and despite how much he cared for his hair, or all the skin products he used, or how he sang, Kurt was not a girl so of course Noah could not return his feelings.

He was with Leanne again, horrible, heartless, and possessive but undeniably female Leanne. Oh how Kurt envied her. Had he himself been born a girl, it could he him Noah was with as opposed to Leanne. Why was he back with such a vile creature? Leanne didn't make Noah happy, everybody could see that.

Still staring at the sky, his vision began to blur and Kurt realised then that tears were spilling down his cheeks. Pulling the window closed, Kurt let out a shaky breath and twisted round to find that Noah was gone and in his place, Sam lay on the bed.

"Hey, Kurty-baby." Sam smiled but his mouth dropped when he noticed Kurt's tears. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kurt lied as he roughly wiped the tears off his face and headed for the bedroom door. "What?" He snapped when Sam followed him and took hold of his wrist.

"Have I done something wrong?" Sam asked sounding so pathetic that Kurt wanted to punch him in the face and yell at him to man up. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No." Kurt answered after a painfully silent hesitation.

He then turned away from Sam and headed back downstairs, the other boy not far behind. He wasn't sure why he had said 'no', that would only make things worse when Kurt eventually did get round to breaking things off with Sam. However, now wasn't the time or place to end a relationship so Kurt found himself another drink and drained the contents.

"Whoa, slow down." Noah told him as he stared at him worriedly. "You know you can't handle your drink, babe."

"Don't call me babe, please." Kurt whispered in a mumble that only Noah heard.

Looking round the living-room, Kurt noticed that most of the others had left. Other than himself, Noah and Sam, only Quinn, Santana, Brittany and Finn remained.

"Come on then, Puck." Santana called as she beckoned with her finger for Noah to sit beside her. "Tell us how many girls you've slept with."

Brittany and Finn giggled immaturely as they looked to a smirking Noah waiting to hear his long list of an answer.

As Noah braggingly began listing the names of all his conquests, Kurt felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes again. Quietly, he made his way to the downstairs toilet and locked himself inside with the light off. He placed the toilet seat down and seated himself upon it and hugged his arms around himself as he cried. Even though he was in a different room from the others, he could still hear every name Noah listed and each one caused another bruise to his already mutilated heart and another tear to fall.

Although he wanted to clamp his hands over his ears and block out the sound of Noah's voice and shake away all of those names, he couldn't do it. He kept still and silent, listening Noah continue on through his list. As he listened, his heart gave a funny jolt when Noah mistakenly said his name.

It was Finn who noticed and with a laugh he pointed out to the others that Noah had said his name.

"Did I?" Noah's confused voice asked.

"Yes, you did." Came Sam's jealous sounding response.

"My bad." Noah chuckled.

He then started his list from the beginning and three or four names in he said Kurt's name again. Once more, Finn and the girls laughed and Noah started again. This went on for what felt an eternity before Noah gave up on listing all the girl's he'd slept with. However, on his last attempt, Kurt noted how Noah had said Kurt's name first and completely forgotten to mention Leanne.

It was a few minutes later when Kurt heard Noah ask the others where he was. Moments later, footsteps sounded, each one coming closer to the downstairs toilet where Kurt was currently residing with tears streaming down his face.

He heard Noah pound his fist on the door before pleading asking Kurt to open up and let him in. Hearing the worry and concern in his friend's voice, Kurt gave in and unlocked the door.

Flicking on the light, Noah stepped inside closing the door behind him. Kneeling down before Kurt, he took his face in his hands and gently brushed the tears away before pulling Kurt into a hug.

"What's wrong?" Noah asked quietly. "Tell me."

Kurt just shook his head as he clung tighter to his friend and sobbed harder.

As he cried, Noah rubbed his back soothingly and gently whispered sweet nothing's into his ear. When Kurt was able to master his emotions, he pulled away from Noah, quietly thanked him and then returned to the living-room with the others.

He sat beside Sam and was soon wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms. Noah stepped into view a minute later and looked forlornly at Kurt and Sam before sitting between Santana and Brittany.

One by one, the friends fell to sleep on the couch, in the armchairs or in Finn's case curled up on the living-room rug like a cat, a very large cat.

Kurt however did not find sleep and neither did Noah. They remained awake, sat on opposite sides of the room simply staring at one another in silence as their friends slept around them, oblivious to that awful thing called tension.

To Be Continued

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