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Lyrics are in italics
Song is: 'I Hate This Song' by Secondhand Serenade (love this song, just HAD to work it into this fic somehow)
Chapter 24-Until Sunday
After a peaceful sleep, Kurt blinked his eyes open and looked about to find himself alone in his bed. A wave of disappointment washed over him and he let out sigh as he pushed off the covers. He was still wearing Noah's letterman jacket which was far too big for him. He snuggled into it before slowly making his way upstairs wondering why Noah had left.
As he stepped through his basement door, the stench of something being burnt met his nostrils. Rolling his eyes, he strode through to the kitchen.
"Honestly, dad," Kurt huffed dramatically. "How many times do I have to tell you not to…?" He trailed off as his eyes were greeted with the sight of not his dad, but Noah. "You're here." Kurt pointed out unnecessarily.
"No shit." Noah replied a little distractedly as he battled with the omelette that was an unhealthy shade of black.
Taking a seat, Kurt watched in amusement as Noah used his fingers to try and pluck the omelette from the pan only to yelp and drop the entire thing on the floor.
"Fuck!" He swore before hurrying to the sink and running his singed fingers under the cold water.
"Maybe I should make breakfast." Kurt suggested.
"No, you need to rest." Noah shot at him. "I'm looking after you today."
"Very well." Kurt replied as he watched Noah bustle about the kitchen cleaning up the mess he made before pouring Kurt a glass of fruit juice then fixing a bowl of cereal with a helping of charred toast on the side.
"I'm sorry it sucks." Noah apologised as he sat across from Kurt. "I was planning for the whole fancy breakfast in bed deal but… cooking isn't my thing I guess."
"Never mind." Kurt told him with a smile. "The thought was there and that's what counts. So, where's my dad?"
"Work." Noah answered as he pulled faces after taking a bite from a slice of the toast he had made. "He hasn't been in since… you know… so, he's got a lot to do. I promised him I'd look out for you until he gets back so… it's just you and me. I mean unless you have a problem with that or something. I'd understand if you wanted to call Mercedes or someone."
Noah dropped his gaze and suddenly looked very interested in the soggy flakes of his breakfast cereal. Smiling softly, Kurt reached a hand across the table and placed it atop of Noah's. The other teen snapped his head up at the touch and his breath hitched but he did not pull away. In fact, he flexed his fingers before intertwining them with Kurt's and squeezing gently.
"I'm glad you're here." Kurt told him honestly.
"As if anything could keep me away." Noah smirked. "So, what do you wanna do today? We could watch those dumb musicals you like."
"Dumb musicals." Kurt repeated with an arched eyebrow. "You mean the ones you secretly enjoy just as much as me."
"Do not." Noah mumbled childishly as he pulled his hand away.
"Oh no?" Kurt asked in amusement. "I seem to recall a certain someone crying like a baby girl when he first watched West Side Story."
"Not even." Noah denied as he tossed the burnt toast into the bin. "I just had something in my eye."
"Of course you did." Kurt grinned as he took a sip of his juice before setting the glass back down. "And I know you loved Repo!"
"Well sure, the grave robber's hot." Noah responded and they both froze as they registered what Noah had just said. "He's got nothing on you though." Noah added and the two of them slowly lifted their eyes to shyly look at one another.
Eyes still locked together, Noah moved off his seat and walked round the table until he was stood before Kurt. Gulping nervously, Kurt twisted his neck so he was facing the other teen. In perfect sync they moved their heads closer together, their lips so near that they were sharing breath. Their noses bumped together lightly before Noah brought his forehead down to rest against Kurt's.
Tentatively, Kurt darted his tongue out to moisten his lips and Noah's eyes drank in the movement before he pulled back slightly. Fighting away the feeling of rejection that was beginning to mount, Kurt gripped Noah's head with his hands holding him in place.
"Stay with me." He whispered reaffirming eye contact with the Jewish boy.
Noah swallowed before leaning forwards again; closing the gap between them, their lips almost connecting… just a little further and… the phone started ringing.
The moment severed, Noah pulled away completely and stalked over to the phone before wrenching it off the hook.
"What?" He growled down the phone whilst Kurt turned to spoon his soggy breakfast around the bowl.
From the snippets of conversation he heard, Kurt could not tell who was on the other end of the phone, only that Noah didn't sound particularly thrilled to hear the person's voice. He guessed that Noah and the mystery speaker were talking about him and his curiosity was suddenly ignited.
"Fine, whatever." Noah replied to something the other person had said before moodily returning to pass the phone to Kurt.
"Hello?" Kurt asked as he held the phone to his ear and watched Noah slouch off to the living-room.
"Hey, Kurty baby." The male voice answered.
"Sam?" Kurt asked with a slightly annoyed groan.
"How are you doing? I've been so worried about you." Sam replied. "Do you need me to come over? I want to help."
"No." Kurt told him quickly. "No, that's ok. I'm fine. Noah's taking care of me."
"Oh to hell with Puckerman!" Sam exclaimed. "The jerk probably has some pussy he'd rather nail anyway. Let me take care of you."
"I said I'm fine." Kurt repeated in a dark tone. "Now, I appreciate your concern but please, if you care about me at all then just leave me alone."
"You expect me to leave you alone with him?" Sam shrieked down the phone.
"He's my best friend." Kurt sighed starting to get a headache from Sam's whiny voice. The guy sounded even more irritating on the telephone.
Before much more could be said, Noah was back by his side taking the phone out of his hand.
"Hey, asshole." Noah barked at Sam. "He said leave him alone so stay the fuck away, dude." That said, Noah hung the phone up before returning to throw Kurt's mostly uneaten breakfast away and start to clean up.
"Leave that, I'll do it later." Kurt said but Noah insisted.
Gulping down the rest of his fruit juice, Kurt watched Noah work his way round the kitchen. The boy used far too much washing up liquid and not enough water and was very clumsy as he placed the plates and things on the draining board. Somehow, Kurt strongly suspected that Noah had very limited experience when it came to washing and drying up.
As Noah worked, Kurt mulled over the scene of their almost-kiss in his head. If Sam hadn't phoned up at the precisely wrong time, then Kurt was sure he would have been able to taste Noah's lips again. Perhaps this time, Noah would not have had a freak out like that night at the Motel.
Still, Kurt would be alone with Noah until his dad returned from work. That was plenty of time filled with opportunity for kissing. The feelings were there, they had to be, the only issue that remained was with Noah being comfortable enough with them to put his desires into action.
After cleaning up, Noah sat beside Kurt looking just a little bit uncomfortable.
"Movie then?" Noah asked to cover the silence but Kurt shook his head.
"I'm all sticky and sweaty." Kurt answered, suddenly wishing he'd phrased his words differently when Noah smirked and quirked an eyebrow. "Please stop thinking dirty thoughts."
"Can't help it." Noah shrugged, his usual confidence rapidly returning. "Especially when they're all about you, sugar."
"Call me sugar again and I will have to kill you." Kurt threatened. "I just feel all disgusting, I gravely need to bathe or shower."
"Ok, cool, I'll run you a bath then." Noah told him. "You want that girly stuff in with it?"
"If by girly stuff you mean fragranced bubble bath then yes please. That would be delightful, thank you." Kurt responded.
"Hey, anything for the boy with the hottest little ass." Noah replied with a wink before heading down to Kurt's basement bathroom to get his bath started.
"Oh sweet Armani." Kurt groaned as he watched Noah disappear. "I just got hard."
Whimpering slightly at the stiffness between his legs, Kurt forced himself to push sensual thoughts of Noah out of his mind and to think of Principal Figgins and Coach Sylvester locked in a passionate embrace.
"Disgusting." Kurt shuddered as the horrifying thought drifted through his mind, effectively getting rid of his erection. "Imaginations are highly overrated."
Moving to the living-room, Kurt carefully seated himself down and picked up an old copy of Vogue to skim through as he waited for Noah to return. The other teen was obviously flirting with him and Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it, but he wanted more. He wanted that kiss that Sam had rudely interrupted. He hoped Noah could find the courage to be just a little more gay soon. If the Jewish stud freaked out and started avoiding him again Kurt might well go psycho and do a number of unspeakable things until Noah Puckerman was officially his.
At the moment, it felt like they were a couple without actually being a couple. Perhaps that didn't make the most sense in the world but Kurt knew what he meant. Although they hadn't put words to their relationship yet, or shared another kiss, Kurt was certain that they were more than just friends.
Before Sam called, Noah was definitely about to kiss him, and that was not something friends did, excluding certain situations that involved vast amounts of alcohol and possibly an immature game of spin the bottle or truth or dare.
"Hey, beautiful." Noah smiled as he stepped back into the living-room, leaning against the wall as he gazed fondly at Kurt.
"Hey, gorgeous." Kurt replied smoothly which caused Noah to smirk.
"Come on, babe, your baths ready." Noah told him before stepping forwards and extending his hand.
Accepting the hand offered to him, Kurt allowed himself to be helped to his feet before following Noah downstairs.
The bathtub was filled with bubbles and Noah had managed to get the temperature precisely to Kurt's liking. Stripping off the letterman jacket, Kurt handed it over to Noah before standing awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, his fingers fiddling with the hem of the sweater he had slept in.
"Need help with that?" Noah asked teasingly as he stepped closer preparing to pull the garment over Kurt's head but the slightly shorter teen stopped him.
"I am perfectly capable of bathing alone." Kurt told him. "I'm a big boy now."
"So I've seen." Noah replied cheekily as he made a big show of looking down at Kurt's crotch.
He couldn't help but flush slightly, something he seemed to be doing round Noah a lot as of late. People would probably think pinkish red was his natural skin colour soon.
Of course, the current issue was not Kurt's skin colour, but the pressing matter of taking a bath. As thrilling as the idea of Noah watching him sink nude into a bath full of bubbles was, Kurt also found the idea quite alarming. He'd seen the marks on his front when he'd dressed at the hospital and they weren't in any way pretty. He imagined the cuts on his back were even worse. The thought of Noah seeing them made him very self-conscious.
He was aware that Noah had already seen them on the day of the attack of course, but Kurt had been in too much pain to really care at that point so it was different.
Still, judging by the way Noah was peeling off his own clothes, he had no intention of leaving the bathroom.
"What are you…?" Kurt began, leaving the question hanging in the air.
"Babe, I haven't washed properly since you were taken in to…" Noah trailed off, not willing to speak the word 'hospital' aloud. "I need to clean up a little too, why not do it together? Saves water that way."
"I just…" Kurt started, his mouth going suddenly dry as Noah stepped out of his pants. "Seriously, do you ever wear underwear?" He asked as he pulled his eyes away from Puckzilla.
"Do you want me to wait in your room?" Noah asked gently. "If this isn't what you want then I get it. It's cool."
"Why would you want to take a bath with me?" Kurt returned still keeping his back to him. "Not so long ago, when I told you I was in love with you, you fed me the ever dreaded 'you're like a brother to me' line. Brothers do not take baths together or hold hands or… make-out in Motel rooms." He finished in a whisper.
"Look, when you first told me I didn't know how to react." Noah replied. "Hell, I still don't. But I'm trying. That's gotta mean something right. Do you wanna take this bath together or not?"
"Noah, is this just some experiment to you?" Kurt asked turning back to face the other teen. "Because if that's all it is then I you had better get your sexy ass out of my house right now."
"Sexy, huh?" Noah asked playfully stepping close to Kurt again.
"Don't distract me with your masculine charms." Kurt huffed. "I mean it, Noah. You cannot play games, not with me."
"No games." Noah assured him tugging at the bottom of his sweater.
"The scars." Kurt whimpered trying to fight Noah's attempts to undress him.
"I don't care." Noah told him. "You'll always be beautiful to me."
"I guess I see why all the girls fall into your bed so easily." Kurt commented as he finally allowed Noah to pull his sweater off.
"This isn't like that." Noah said as he folded the sweater neatly before lightly running his thumbs over each abrasion that had been etched into Kurt's beautiful ivory skin. "You're not just some girl that I couldn't give a fuck about come morning. You're special, you know that right?" He asked before circling Kurt to press gentle kisses along the marks on his back.
Kurt stayed quiet as Noah kissed his skin. He thought over what Noah had said but it still didn't answer the questions that had been surfacing through his head all day. He still didn't know what there relationship was. He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.
He simply allowed Noah to rid him of his trousers and boxers before they both sank into the warm water of the bubble bath, Kurt resting his back against Noah's strong chest.
"Can you imagine if my dad came home and caught us like this?" Kurt laughed in an attempt to break the tension.
"Yeah, I'm thinking Burt would probably drown me." Noah chuckled as he squirted some shampoo onto his hand before working it into Kurt's hair.
"Hey, my dad likes you." Kurt told him.
"I know." Noah shrugged. "But no dad likes it when their child's innocence is corrupted."
"And what exactly do you intend to do that would corrupt my innocence?" Kurt asked.
A kiss was placed to his neck in response, and then one behind his ear before Noah nibbled at the lobe. Meanwhile, he moved his hands from Kurt's hair to run down chest, gently tweaking his nipples, before venturing further in order to curl his fingers around Kurt's manhood.
"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed in surprise, his hips bucking upwards at the touch, water splashing over the side of the tub.
"How about this?" Noah whispered huskily as he slowly moved his hand up and down.
Kurt closed his eyes in pleasure, hoping with everything he had that Noah would keep going and not freak out this time.
"Please." Kurt panted, as his chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing, the water droplets making it seem like his skin was sparkling.
"Please what?" Noah asked in an amused tone as he worked his hand faster.
"Don't stop." Kurt replied as he gripped the edge of the bath with his hand. "Mmm, so fucking good… oh, oh yes, don't you dare stop… keep-keep t-touching me."
Sucking on Kurt's exposed neck, Noah complied and pumped the boy harder, his moans reverberating around the bathroom.
"Oh Noah, I'm… I'm going to…" Kurt warned breathlessly.
"That's it baby." Noah encouraged. "Cum for me."
Kurt cried out before exploding his release into the water. He sagged back against Noah, panting for breath.
"Shower now?" Noah suggested lightly.
"Please." Kurt replied suddenly feeling disgusted with the knowledge that he and Noah were not only sitting in a bath of water filled with bubbles and their own fifth, but also with Kurt's cum which surely wasn't any good for his skin.
Helping one another out the tub, Noah let the water go before they made their way to the shower and stood together under the spray of water. After cleaning their hair properly, Kurt looked down and eyed Noah's erect cock hungrily.
"Can I?" Kurt asked shyly as he tentatively reached a hand towards Noah's shaft.
"Sure." Noah replied gently pushing Kurt down to his knees. "Puckzilla's just been waiting to meet that nasty little mouth of yours."
Kurt let out a derisive snort at the other boy's comment before timidly flicking his tongue over the tip of Noah's dick. Noah let out a groan and dropped his head back in pleasure. Gaining confidence, Kurt circled the head with his tongue before opening his mouth to take in as much of the meat as he could.
He hummed around the flesh in his mouth, finding that Noah's cock tasted much better than Sam's had.
"Hey," Noah growled out looking down at him. "It'd better be me you're thinking about right now."
Pulling away from him for a moment, Kurt smiled up at him and lightly cupped his balls with his hand.
"I was just thinking of Sam." Kurt stated, loving the spark of jealousy that sizzled in Noah's chocolate irises. "And the time I had his cock in my mouth." He allowed himself a very Noah-like smirk before pressing a kiss to the crown of Noah's penis. "Don't worry. Yours is so much better."
"Damn right it is." Noah replied arrogantly. "Now show some fucking appreciation."
Rolling his eyes, Kurt resumed the task of swallowing Noah down and sucking him as best as he could. He chocked and gagged a few times and lightly scraped Noah with his teeth once or twice, but based on Noah's pants and moans, Kurt was confident he'd done a good job.
When he sensed Noah's orgasm approaching he sucked harder, using his hands for added stimulation. Then when Noah came, Kurt pulled away, allowing the white substance to splatter onto his face.
Standing up, Kurt offered Noah what he sincerely hoped was a sexy smile.
"Wow, fuck." Noah said before helping Kurt wash the mess of his face.
They stayed under the spray of water a little while longer before stepping out and drying themselves off and dressing. By the time they were ready, Burt had arrived home and called out to them.
"I'd better go." Noah told Kurt gently, not quite meeting his eye.
"Ok." Kurt replied feeling his heart sink. It seemed as though Noah was regretting their earlier activities.
"Later." Noah called out before heading upstairs, saying a quick goodbye to Burt and then leaving.
Collapsing forlornly onto his bed, Kurt cuddled up with his Sannytanny teddy bear and the letterman jacket Noah had still left behind. He lay in his bed for a while, thoughts filled with confusion over Noah and not having any idea where they stood with one another. His dad had told him to wait for Noah to 'man up' but that wasn't working. Sure, Noah was making his desires known through acts of a sexual nature, but as pleasurable as that was Kurt needed words.
Getting an idea, he dialled Noah's number willing with all his might that the other teen would answer.
"Hey." Noah answered sounding tired.
"Hey, Noah." Kurt replied. "It's Friday right?"
"Um… yeah." Noah said confusion evident in his voice. "So? Are you worried about me missing school to hang with you today? There's no need, Schuster talked it out with Figgins, it's totally cool."
"That's not what I was calling about." Kurt told him. "I want to sing you something, and I want you to listen very carefully, is that understood?"
"Yeah, sure." Noah mumbled.
"Good. Because I'm running out of patience." Kurt informed him. "You need to get your act together, Noah and work out whatever it is you want. I'm not waiting around forever. You have until this Sunday. Now just listen."
"I'm listening." Noah responded quietly.
Kurt cleared his throat before singing down the phone.
"Speak with your tongue tied,
I know that you're tired
But I just want to know,
Where you want to go,
I may be sad, but I'm not weak,
This situation is bleak
And your puffy eyes never lie,
Your tears come from inside.
Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess yesterday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you." As he sang, Kurt truly hoped that Noah would understand the message he was trying to get across.
He needed the other teen to make a decision. He was either willing to be Kurt's boyfriend and show him off to the world, or he wasn't. Kurt would give him until Sunday. He couldn't keep doing this silly dance of flirtation or whatever it was. A freak-out here and a blow-job there simply wouldn't do, not for Kurt Hummel.
"Drown your fears with me
I'm feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes don't need
The sadness they have seen
But you're way too deep to swim
Back up again
But somehow I can't find
The moment you said goodbye.
Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess yesterday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you.
This is becoming a problem I'm hurting it's unfair
But somehow your words,
The way that I heard are haunting me,
You're under my skin
You're breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights
Are starting to cave in,
You're under my skin
You're breaking in
And if Sundays what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to lose.
Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess yesterday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you." Kurt finished singing and hung the phone up without a word of farewell.
Now all there was left for him to do was wait for Noah to make a move of some kind. If Noah couldn't tell Kurt exactly what their relationship status was by Sunday, then Kurt would have no more to do with him.
To Be Continued
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