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Chapter 28-Better Late Than Never

Kurt let out a groan and pulled the covers over his face. The sound of nearing footsteps reached his ears, the sneakers squeaking a little. The bed dipped down a little with the added weight and the duvet was gently pulled off of his face.

"You're late." Kurt stated quietly as he looked up into Noah's chocolate eyes.

And that's what you missed on Glee…

"Better late than never right?" Noah countered as his lips twitched upwards in slight amusement.

"That really depends on how this conversation goes." Kurt replied speaking more to himself than the boy sat above him. "Oh Noah, I'm just so tired."

"So sleep." Noah told him as he brushed the bangs away from Kurt's forehead. "I'll still be here when you wake up."

The prospect of sleep seemed so inviting to Kurt right now, but it wasn't an option he was going to take. He did not wish to postpone the inevitable. They needed to talk, and since Noah was sat before him now, he was clearly ready to talk. Kurt wasn't entirely sure if he himself was ready, he doubted he'd ever be truly ready, but he felt that he needed this, they both did.

This was life after all, at times, conversations and situations were agonizing and stressful, but they were necessary. Whether or not Kurt was fully prepared for this much needed talk was irrelevant. He wasn't an actor on stage reciting lines from a scripted play. He was just a teenager in love with his best friend complete with great hair and a killer fashion sense. He couldn't rehearse this; life wasn't a Broadway show, but an improvisation.

Gently pushing Noah's hand away from his hair, Kurt sat up in his bed then scooted over so Noah could fit on more comfortably.

"Thought you were tired?" Noah asked in confusion.

"Exhausted." Kurt answered. "Ever so. But we need to talk, now."

"So let's talk." Noah replied and it was then that Kurt noticed one of his scarves knotted through one of the belt loops on Noah's jeans.

Reaching his hand out, Kurt ran his fingers over the material and raised an eyebrow at Noah in question.

"Yeah, I sorta took it with me last time I was here." Noah admitted. "I just wanted to feel like I had a part of you with me, it's dumb." He said with uncharacteristic embarrassment as he took it off his jeans and handed it back to Kurt.

Looking to Noah's letterman jacket that he'd been wearing much of the time or cuddling up to over the past weekend, Kurt didn't think Noah taking his scarf was at all dumb. It was sweet in fact. He straightened the scarf out before folding it neatly and placing it atop of Noah's letterman jacket.

"You weren't in school." Kurt pointed out, trying to start with what he hoped was a simpler topic.

"Yeah, I was almost to the gate then I decided to ditch." Noah told him. "I drove to that Motel, even managed to get the same room. Pretty much hung out there all day. But I went to that little place next door with the chewy coffee; I played that song on the jukebox. You remember?"

Kurt nodded as a snatch of the lyrics and melody played through his head.

Grand pianos crash together, when my boy walks down the street

There are whole new kinds of weather, when he walks with his new beat

Everyone sings hallelujah, when my boy walks down the street

Life just kind of dances through ya, from your smile down to your feet

"I'm sorry about Sunday." Noah blurted out sounding truly apologetic.

"Don't worry about it." Kurt replied gently. "I'm sorry for demanding so much of you so soon, that wasn't fair. You're my best friend; I should respect you enough to allow you to take your own time when making your own decisions."

"I still should have called." Noah argued. "I'm a jerk for leaving you waiting like that and not even letting you know I wasn't coming or where I was."

"No, you're a jerk for all those times you threw pee balloons at me." Kurt said. "You're not a jerk for Sunday. I don't know what was going through that head of yours, I don't know if you were scared or confused or something else but… staying away rather than facing me and whatever emotions you were dealing with, that doesn't make you a jerk. That just makes you human. Think about it, I've been hiding from my feelings for you for a long time. If I hadn't gotten so drunk that night on the field, I might not have admitted how I really feel, I've been trying to run away from my feelings for a long time, I should have known better than to rush you. You can't force yourself to love me if you don't, and I can't turn you gay just by gawking at you for hours on end and fantasizing about you."

"You're too cute, you know that?" Noah asked him as he bumped him lightly with his shoulder.

"So, where were you on Sunday?" Kurt asked. "Did you just stay at home?"

"No." Noah answered as he repositioned their seating arrangements so that Kurt was between his legs with his back resting against Noah's strong chest. "I headed out, to the rock. The one I used to wait by for my old man to come back. Fuck knows why I went there. It just seemed like the right place you know? I just sat there all night, it was fucking freezing and all I could think was… was how much I wanted to be here with you, to hold you in my arms."

As he spoke, Noah wrapped his arms around Kurt's slender body and nuzzled his neck before turning Kurt's face to his and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do you mean…?" Kurt began to ask hopefully before shaking his head and moving so that he was no longer wrapped in Noah's hold, but sat opposite him, facing him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Noah replied with a smile as he gently stroked Kurt's smooth cheek with the back of his knuckles. "I'm in love with you."

The words drifted through the air, entered Kurt's ears and travelled to his brain, but it took a while for him to process them. His mouth fell open and he tilted his head to the side looking at Noah with a dopy expression. Finally snapping his mouth closed, Kurt pinched his arm to check that he was really awake.

"Ouch." He complained as he felt the brief pain. "Noah, if you could, would you mind repeating that? Although I'm clearly awake I suspect there's every possibility I just had a small daydream or a hallucination of some kind."

"No hallucinations, babe." Noah grinned as he lightly gripped Kurt's hips and pulled the lighter boy towards him so that Kurt was straddling his lap. "You heard me. I'm in love with you."

Sat astride the boy he loved, all Kurt could do was stare in to Noah's eyes, his mouth partially open again. For so long, Kurt had dreamt of hearing those very words from his best friend's mouth. In his fantasies, the moment had always played out so perfectly, yet now that it was happening to him for real, he simply didn't know how to respond. All he could do was stare, feeling more idiotic by the second for being unable to provide an appropriate reaction, or indeed any reaction at all.

"Ok, Kurt," Noah began as he journeyed one hand up Kurt's body to rest at the base of his neck but kept the other at his waist. "I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure this is the part where you say you love me too and then we… you know, make-out." He offered Kurt a wink and a sexy smirk accompanied by an upward rotation of the hips.

"Uh!" Kurt cried out at the unexpected pleasure, realising for the first time that both he and Noah were sporting a raging hard-on.

"Thought that might get a reaction." Noah said.

"Noah." Kurt sighed before the taller teen pulled his head down and crushed their mouths together.

Soon enough, Noah's hands crept down to squeeze Kurt's arse and the two were grinding against each other as they kissed feverishly. Kurt found that he wasn't remotely tired anymore.

"Is this real?" Kurt asked breathlessly as they rocked their lower bodies against one another.

"Its real, baby." Noah assured him before moving them so Kurt was flat on his back with Noah settled on top of him. "I fucking love you."

"I love you too." Kurt replied as he allowed the other boy to strip him of his shirt.

Noah suckled at his neck, no doubt leaving a mark before trailing kisses down Kurt's torso, licking along all of the scars. Kurt shivered at the feel and let out a delighted gasp when Noah flicked his tongue over his left nipple before taking the hard nub into his mouth. After paying equal attention to the right nipple, Noah ventured downwards, pressing wet kisses all over Kurt's flat stomach.

"Hey, Puckerman." Burt called out interrupting the moment. "Get your horny teenage hands and your circumcised dick away from my kid and get your ass up those stairs."

Blushing with embarrassment, Kurt wriggled out from beneath Noah's body and pulled the letterman jacket round himself and his knees up to his chest. Noah on the other hand glanced to the window as though considering making a run for it to escape the 'talk' with Burt.

"Now!" Burt barked out forcefully and Noah hastened to obey, almost tripping over in his haste to get off the bed.

Head down, he hurried past Burt and up the stairs, shooting Kurt one last look on the way.

"Dad?" Kurt asked before his father could follow Noah out. "Please don't scare him away. I've only just got him."

"Relax, Kurt." Burt said. "I'm not gonna scare him… much. I'm just gonna make sure he knows not to mess with my son alright? You know I like Puck, but I won't have him hurting you. Just stay down here. I'll send him back down once we've had our discussion."

"Very well." Kurt replied. "But he had better not return injured in any way."

"Not making any promises." Burt shrugged before heading after Noah.

Whatever Noah and his dad were talking about seemed to take forever. Pulling his shirt back on and sorting out his hair, Kurt paced his room waiting for them to finish. He wondered if he should perhaps sneak up in case he needed to intervene at any point, but every time he walked towards the stairs, his feet automatically led him away again.

As he waited, he thought over the days events. He'd woken up feeling so miserable that morning and now he felt amazing. Noah loved him, he really loved him. He still wasn't clear on how things would be between them when in public, but that didn't matter right now. If Noah wasn't ready to show the world that they were together then Kurt would accept that. So long as he could touch and kiss Noah when they alone, and as long as he had Noah's love, that would be enough. Not perfect perhaps, but perfection was boring in Kurt's opinion, unless it came to his hair of course.

Still, the thought of strutting through the halls of McKinley High with Noah was very appealing. Sitting on the edge of his bed, Kurt envisioned himself walking to class only to have Noah pin him against a locker and claim his mouth in a bruising kiss, making it clear to everyone just who he belonged to.

Finally, Noah returned to the basement and Kurt was pleased to see that he didn't look physically harmed in any way. He looked ready to shit his pants from fear, but he was uninjured.

"Hey." Kurt smiled gazing at Noah adoringly.

"Damn, I've never seen Burt so fucking scary." Noah admitted as he pushed Kurt to lie back down on the bed and crawled on top of him. "Are you sure he actually likes me, or has he secretly been hating on me all along?"

"He likes you." Kurt told him, resting his head back on the pillow and stretching his neck invitingly for Noah to kiss and lick. "He's just looking out for me."

"Yeah, I know." Noah kissed his way back to Kurt's mouth. "And hey, who said you could put your shirt back on?"

Kurt just rolled his eyes before helping Noah to remove it again and then taking off Noah's too.

They resumed kissing and grinding, and Kurt partly wanted to ask Noah if they were going to hide their relationship or show it off but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

As it happened, he didn't have to ruin the moment. The sound of his phone ringing momentarily killed the chemistry between them. With a groan, Kurt reached for his cell and glanced at the screen to see Sam's name.

"Not again." He complained to himself.

Taking the phone off him, Noah lifted it to his ear and yelled at Sam.

"Fuck the hell off you little cumstain and leave my boyfriend alone!" With that said, Noah hung up before returning his attention to Kurt's oh so kissable lips.

"Boyfriend?" Kurt asked with a smile in his voice.

"Sure." Noah replied. "I mean, that is what you want right?"

Kurt nodded eagerly.

"Good." Noah smirked before bringing their mouths together again.

Things became more heated between them and other clothing items were removed from their person. Naked, they writhed against one another, kissing and touching every inch of one another's skin until Burt's booming voice yelled out to them again.

"Puck!" Burt yelled. "Get your punk ass home before your mother starts to worry where you are! You can corrupt my boy's innocence another time, preferably when I'm not in the house!"

"Did he just give me permission to do the nasty with you whenever he's not home?" Noah asked sounding immensely pleased and amused.

"I believe so." Kurt answered. "And well, he is my dad; we'd better do as he says."

"Damn right." Noah agreed kissing Kurt a final time before moving off of him to get dressed.

After Noah had left, Kurt sat in front of his mirror and admired the love bites on his neck. He couldn't wait to see his boyfriend at school tomorrow.

To Be Continued

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