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Chapter 29-Love Bites

On Tuesday morning, Kurt woke up feeling blissfully happy, despite the heavy rainfall that was hammering against his window. As he dressed, he allowed himself to find humour in the fact that the weather seemed to contradict his mood lately. It was only yesterday that he left for school feeling perfectly miserable that the sun was all a shine and now that he was happy to be in love and loved in return, the sky was suddenly grey with a thunderstorm threatening to break out.

Singing upbeat love songs at the top of his voice, Kurt bounded up the stairs and practically skipped into the kitchen to start a cooked breakfast for himself and his dad.

He was part way through making pancakes when there was a frantic knock on the door. Burt answered it and a very wet Noah darted inside, shaking drops of rain off of himself like a dog.

"Morning." Noah greeted as he pulled his sodden hoodie off and tossed it to Burt, earning himself an annoyed glare in response. "So what's for breakfast, babe?" He asked as he moved to stand behind Kurt.

Kurt was about to reprimand his new boyfriend for pressing himself against him when he was soaked to the bone, but the admonishment died in his throat and transformed into a groan as Noah snaked his hand down into Kurt's pants and coiled his fingers around his cock.

"Sausage maybe?" Noah asked seductively with a smirk on his lips.

"Puck, hands where I can see 'em." Burt ordered from his seat at the table where he was nursing a cup of coffee.

To Kurt's disappointment, Noah obediently moved his hands away and held them high in the air to show that he wasn't doing anything naughty. Of course, in retrospect it was probably a good thing. Receiving a hand-job with his father in the room certainly wasn't one of Kurt's fantasies, and he didn't want to burn the pancakes.

Together, the three men sat down around the table, Burt on one side and Noah sat beside Kurt on the other. As his dad and boyfriend dug into their pancakes, coating them with liberal amounts of syrup and shoveling them down their throats after a minimal amount of chewing, Kurt carefully cut off a section of his single syrup-less pancake and nibbled on it daintily.

Even though Noah had joined them for breakfast more times than Kurt could remember, something felt different about it today, different in a good way.

Smiling as he watched his two favorite men in the world dribble syrup down their chins, Kurt turned his musing to how the school population might react to his new relationship with Noah.

The night before, he hadn't dared to think about it. He had merely relished the wonderful feelings that came with finally hearing Noah confess his love. But now that morning had come, Kurt knew he had to prepare himself for the worst.

That wasn't to say the school day would necessarily be a horrific homophobic nightmare, there was a chance the day would run as smoothly as any other, but Kurt knew it would be foolish of him not to ready himself for possible unwanted outcomes.

Of course, with the help of various rumors, many created by the likes of Jacob Ben Israel with his articles for the school paper and his on-line blog, most people already believed Kurt and Noah to be in some form of secret relationship anyway.

As for the people in Glee, they had probably seen this coming and wouldn't find the news shocking at all. They would be pleased for them, Kurt was sure of it, and in his mind their opinions were the only ones that mattered.

Then there was Sam. He would more than likely present a problem. Even when Kurt and Sam had been together, Sam and Noah had never gotten along. Being with Noah would surely just increase Sam's anger. The other boy was bound to cause a scene of some kind and it probably wouldn't be pretty.

Kurt was startled out of his thoughts by Noah placing a hand on his thigh and squeezing gently before slowly creeping up closer to Kurt's manhood. As Noah lightly cupped him through his pants, Kurt took a deep breath and silently prayed to Alexander McQueen's spirit that he wasn't blushing. When Noah began massaging his cock through the material of his trousers, Kurt found that he had to bite down on his lower lip to stifle a moan.

His hands were shaking so he set his knife and fork down and curled his hands into fists and placed them atop the table. He kept his eyes fixed on the tablecloth sincerely hoping that his dad was ignorant to the on-goings under the table.

Unfortunately for Kurt and Noah both, Burt was not that oblivious. In fact, the poor man was painfully aware.

"Puck, hands." Burt said simply in a tone of voice that was not to be disobeyed.

With a smirk forming on his lips, Noah stopped his pleasurable ministrations and stretched his arms up high in the air.

"Sorry, Burt." Noah apologized in a voice full of mischief. "Can't help it. Your son's too damn sexy for his own good. I can hardly look at him without wanting to pound that sweet little ass."

By now, Kurt was almost certain he was blushing and Burt was shooting daggers at Noah with his eyes.

"Kurt," Burt said as he continued to glare at Noah menacingly. "Go and fetch me my gun."

"Whoa, calm down dude." Noah said quickly whilst Kurt made sure there were no knives within his dad's reach. "I was just…"

"Objectifying my kid." Burt supplied.

"Dad, please." Kurt interjected not wanting a fight to break out, his dad and Noah normally got on so well, he didn't want that to change now he and Noah were a couple. "He was just kidding; you know what teenagers are like. He wasn't being serious."

His dad didn't reply with words but he cast Kurt a disbelieving look. Kurt couldn't really blame him. All three of them knew full well that Noah was being perfectly honest with what he said.

"Burt, come on man." Noah said tentatively. "You don't have to be so protective all the time. I'm not gonna hurt him or use him. It's me, Puck. I'm his best friend, his boyfriend. And you know better than anyone how much I love him."

The room was silent for a while as Burt continued to stare Noah out with Kurt looking on apprehensively. Eventually, Burt punched Noah on the shoulder lightly before ruffling his hair, something he'd never be able to do to Kurt without severe repercussions.

"Yeah, I know you do." Burt replied. "And you're damn lucky I do know or I'd have mounted your head on the garage wall by now."

Noah laughed nervously and Kurt rolled his eyes whilst merely continued eating.

"You kids better get going." Burt told them. "You don't wanna be late for school."

Nodding, Kurt hurried down to his basement to collect his school things. Meanwhile, Noah cleared the plates away and pulled his sodden hoodie back on over his head.

Saying goodbye to his dad, Kurt made to lead Noah out the front door but Burt stopped them.

"Look guys," Burt sighed and Kurt could tell that whatever his dad was about to say was something that would no doubt make them both feel uncomfortable whilst Noah would simply be smug and amused. "I know how deeply you care for each other. And I realise that you're still just teenagers and I get that your hormones are crazy."

"Dad, this really isn't necessary." Kurt tried to say but his dad shushed him before continuing with his speech.

"Back when I was your age, I couldn't keep my hands or my dick to myself." Burt told them.

"Please stop talking." Kurt begged.

"I'll be out of the house tonight." Burt carried on. "So if you two wanted some alone time then… well, the house is yours. Just… just be safe."

"Can we please just go to school now?" Kurt asked desperately.

Rubbing his neck awkwardly, Burt nodded and ushered them away, Kurt's insides squirming with embarrassment and Noah chuckling in amusement.

They took Kurt's navigator to school and Kurt tried to ignore the smirks Noah kept throwing at him and concentrate on the road.

"So?" Noah asked. "Do you want to?"

"I'm a teenaged boy, Noah." Kurt pointed out. "Of course I want to."

"Fine, let me put it this way." Noah said. "Are you ready to?"

"Right now I honestly don't know." Kurt answered him. "I'm a little preoccupied with the prospect of having to face Sam."

"Oh please, I'm Puckersaurus." Noah sneered. "If that douche bag starts anything I'll rip his fucking balls off and shove them down his throat."

"Though I'm not entirely sure how at this current moment in time," Kurt said. "I suppose in some part of that befuddling mind of yours, your threat to touch another boy's balls would be a way for you to display your affection to me. So in that sense, it's kind of sweet and greatly appreciated."

"I have no idea what that means." Noah admitted as they parked up in the school lot. "I just know I'm the hottest guy in school and I'm now the proud boyfriend of the prettiest boy in Lima with the world's best ass."

"Your deep obsession with my bottom is both flattering and disturbing." Kurt replied and Noah simply grinned at him before leaning in to steal a quick kiss before they stepped out of the car and hurried through the pouring rain up to the school building.

Standing together just inside the entrance doors, Kurt and Noah both looked down the corridor. Most people were moaning about the state of their wet clothes and hair and trying to rectify the problem. Nobody was paying them any attention which Kurt thought was a good thing but Noah was frowning.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked hating how self-conscious he sounded with those two syllables.

"How do we get their attention?" Noah thought aloud.

"It doesn't matter. We don't need hundreds of pairs of eyes on us." Kurt replied. "Let's just get ready for class."

"No way." Noah told him. "If we do this then we're fucking doing it with style."

"And I thought I was the drama-queen of the relationship." Kurt muttered to himself as Noah put his fingers to his mouths and let out a shrill whistle which gained the attention of everyone passing by.

"That's more like it." Noah grinned before pulling Kurt against himself and kissing him hungrily for all of their peers to see.

Whimpering, Kurt's knees buckled and he drowned in the kiss. As Noah's tongue sparred with his own he forgot about the crowd of onlookers. He could have stayed in that moment kissing Noah forever, but of course, all good things must come to an end. The two of them also needed to breathe. Oxygen really was a bitch sometimes, Kurt thought sourly.

Pulling away from each other, the two boys shared a smirk before Noah draped an arm across Kurt's shoulders and guided him down the hall, glaring at passers-by as though daring them to object to their relationship.

As they walked, Kurt heard snatches of people's conversations. Some were saying how they knew he and Noah had been a couple all along. Others were swearing that they'd seen the two of them having sex in the Gym months ago or that Kurt was using Noah for popularity and Noah was using Kurt for sex.

Kurt just scoffed and rolled his eyes before tuning them all out and staying close to Noah, the larger teen making him feel safe.

"Well fuck me." Noah sighed.

"What? Now? Here?" Kurt asked in horror as his eyes widened considerably.

"Not literally, princess." Noah replied before jerking his head towards something down the corridor.

Following the movement, Kurt spied an angry looking Sam storming towards them with Leanne right behind him.

"Oh wonderful." Kurt remarked sarcastically. "As an honorary girl, am I allowed to beat the little slut up?" He asked hopefully.

"We'll leave that to Santana." Noah told him. "But Sam, I am so gonna kick his ass if he so much as touches you."

Soon enough, Leanne was shrieking at the top of her lungs, the words melding together at such a pace it was very difficult to decipher what she was actually saying. Then there was Sam who forcefully gripped Kurt by the shoulders before plunging his tongue down his throat.

In less than a second, Noah had yanked Sam away from Kurt and thrown him across the floor looking positively murderous.

"You're gonna die, Hummel!" Leanne hollered. "Nobody steals my boyfriend and gets away with it."

"Hey, Leanne." Santana called coming up behind the girl. "You got something on your face."

"What?" Leanne asked shrilly as she faced the Latina girl.

"I do hate when I have to repeat myself." Santana commented. "I said, you got something on your face. A black eye to be specific."

Before Leanne could reply, Santana had punched her in the eye as hard as she could.

"Note to self," Kurt said quietly. "Never piss off Santana."

Eventually, some of the teachers arrived on the scene and Noah and Sam were separated before being herded to the principal's office, as was Santana. Kurt had wanted to follow after his boyfriend but Brittany linked her arm through his and directed him to the nearest bathroom.

She led him to the sink and wetted a paper towel before pressing it to his neck.

"Um, Brittany, what are you doing?" Kurt asked.

"Trying to heal your bruises." She answered as though it was obvious. "Who was it who hit you in the neck?"

Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion before realization dawned on him. He explained to the blonde Cheerio that it was not bruises on his neck from a fight, but love bites from making out with Noah the night before.

"Ohhhhh." Brittany replied in understanding. "Santana gives me them all the time. Not always on my neck though, usually on my thighs or on my breasts. Wanna see?"

Before Kurt could decline, he was given a full view of Brittany's love-bitten breasts.

To Be Continued

(There was gonna be more Sam/Leanne in this chapter but it didn't feel right to me so they'll be appearing again in the next chapter, along with the Gleeks)

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