"And I like you."

Kurt heard the words come out of Noah's mouth, but he couldn't comprehend what the boy was saying. He definitely must have heard wrong, because there was no way in Gucci that Noah just said what he thought he said.

So Kurt gracefully asked Noah to repeat himself.

"Uh, what?"

"Look, I know it seems hard to believe. But I really have feelings for you, and I have since freshman year," Noah whispered, looking Kurt directly in the eye.

"But…how?" Kurt stuttered back, completely lost in his thoughts.

He knew he should be praising Prada right now that Noah had just said he liked him. He knew he should accept it, suggest they go out, and move on with the bet. It didn't matter if it was some joke. After all, that seemed to be the loop hole in the bet. All he had to do was get Noah to publically display his affection for him, and then Kurt would be basking in glory. Mercedes would never know if Noah's feelings were genuine or not, and for Kurt, it didn't really matter. All he wanted to do was win. He'd figure out where to go next after he was done picking out Mercede's outfits for the rest of the year.

But Kurt was just too confused. He'd barely started his seduction plan, so that couldn't have changed Noah s feelings for him. It's not like he'd ever been close with Noah … hell, one of the most stable things in his life was that Noah always found a way to pick on him.

Sure, he'd been acting differently lately, at least that's how Mercedes saw it. Kurt could just hear his best friend rubbing it in his face. "White boy, I told you he liked you, don't ever doubt me because I know what's up."

Mercedes… he smelled something fishy in all this. He was not one to believe in coincidences.

"Did Mercedes put you up to this?" Kurt questioned, cutting off whatever Noah had been saying.

Now it was the jock's turn to look confused.

"Um, excuse me?"

Kurt leaned back in his chair, giving him a better view of the boy, allowing him to be a more effective judge on Noah's sincerity.

He just couldn't believe Mercedes would tell Noah to ask him out! She must be totally desperate if she was to stoop this low.

"Did she?"

"No, no one put me up to anything" Noah gave him an odd look. "My feelings for you are real Kurt. How can I make you believe me? I know I've done wrong by you for so long but I just want to make everything better. I know I can't fix what's in the past, but I can make the future better. A future for us… like, you know, together." Noah ended his speech, a blush rising to his cheeks as he moved a remaining French fry aimlessly around his plate.

Kurt couldn't help but "Aw" at Noah's words, especially since he couldn't find any sort of falsity in the statement. He mentally apologized to Mercedes for doubting her integrity.

"Please, Kurt, just tell me what I can do to make you trust me."

Kurt swore he was getting the puppy dog eyes from Noah. He was always a sucker for those, especially Tina's. The gothic girl gave them to him every time he tried to suggest a change in her look, claiming "this is my way of expressing myself without words like you and Rachel do." Ugh, he fell for it every time.

And here was Noah, feeding right into the plan he'd barely put into action. He wanted just to say "Yes, I like you to, let's date and tell the whole school tomorrow," but something was holding him back. It was just too easy.

Kurt decided he needed to test the waters before he would convince Noah that their relationship should be public. If Noah does want a boyfriend, then Kurt would suggest they don't tell anyone, keeping it a secret for just a bit longer. The extra time would allow Kurt to decide if this was for real or if he was totally missing something.

Plus, if he admitted it to himself, he was just a bit nervous. He'd never had a boyfriend before, and even if it was a totally fake relationship (at least on his part), he'd still have to make it seem as real as possible. Kurt pictured himself cuddling with the jock as they watched old movies on his couch, sharing little kisses as they walked down the school halls, and holding hands every where they went. He felt his heart flutter at the thought.

Kurt cursed his hormones. He could not start crushing on Noah Puckerman.

Noah felt a vast array of emotions after finally telling Kurt he liked him.

He felt relieved at first, glad that his feelings were out in the open.

But then as he waited for what seemed like hours for Kurt's reaction, he'd started to feel seriously nervous. Not the kind of nervous where you're about to go on stage to perform, but the kind where you just tossed up what could possibly be the winning shot in the championship basketball game, and you had to wait for what seemed like forever for it to go in the basket…or to bounce helplessly off the backboard.

Noah glanced up at the smaller boy through his dark lashes, trying to figure out what was going on in Kurt's mind. He seemed frozen to the spot, except for his left hand that was flittering with the silver bracelet he always wore.

"Uh, what?" Kurt had finally muttered out.

'Oh Jesus, did he not hear what I said?' Noah thought to himself. He seriously doubted if he could get up the courage to say it a second time.

Noah had done his best to assure Kurt that he was serious about liking him as they talked in the diner. He understood why the soprano was unsure. He really hadn't given the boy any inkling of his feelings for the longest time, and had in fact thoroughly convinced Kurt that he disliked him. It'd be like if Karofsky came up Noah and told him he was madly in love with him. Noah was fairly sure he'd kick the guy in the balls, step on his face, and then walk away as if nothing happened.

Maybe proposing something dramatic would help influence Kurt's opinion on the matter? He'd give anything a shot to make Kurt his.

"I'll sing a song in front of the entire song professing my feelings for you. In the cafeteria at lunch or during the next pep rally, I'll sing wherever the entire school will be."

Kurt, who had remained mostly unmoving, suddenly fluttered to life.

"Oh, no, um yeah that's okay, I totally believe you, no need to put on a show or anything," Kurt insisted, not meeting Noah's eyes.

For some reason Noah doubted this, but he couldn't come up with a reason as to why Kurt would lie to him. The fashionista was always honest and never held back anything, so why would he now?

"Why'd you think Mercedes was behind me telling you I like you?" Noah questioned, genuinely curious as to why Kurt would think his best friend would pull such a prank on him.

"Oh you know, she's been intent on getting me back after I told her Drake married Miley Cyrus. I even used photo shop to make it look like they were kissing. I really just wanted to see her face after the news; it was so worth the paranoia I feel now every time something unexpected happens."

Noah chuckled at the image of the diva finding out Kurt had completely made up the story of her favorite singer marrying one of her least favorite performers.

"So, uh yeah, what are you thinking about?"

Damn, he was seriously becoming a pussy. He knew he should just come out and say, "Do you like me too?" (But way smoother of course) yet he just couldn't bring himself to say it. He didn't know what he would do if Kurt rejected him.

"I like you too."

Holy shit.

"Really?" Noah just couldn't believe it. He was finally going to be with the boy of his dreams.

"Yeah, really." Kurt smiled at him, reaching across the table to grab Noah's hand.

Their hands fit perfectly together, his larger and tan, with Kurt's small and pale.

"I let people think I like Finn so they wouldn't sense my feelings for you," Kurt explained, running his thumb along Noah's skin. He had to suppress a shiver. This was just too perfect.

"So you never liked Finn?"

"I did at first, I suppose, but now he's just like a brother to me-"

Kurt was interrupted by Judy coming over to clear their plates.

The two boys pulled their hands apart, blushes rising to their cheeks. Noah wasn't used to being out in the open with another boy, but it was reassuring to have the older woman practically beaming at him. He knew it would take some getting used to once Lima found out he was gay, or at least that he was bisexual and had a boyfriend, but it was a challenge he was willing and ready to face.

Noah paid for their meal (stopping Kurt from pulling out his wallet with a steely glare) and headed out the door after waving goodbye to Judy. He held the door open at Kurt, heart swelling when the other boy gave him a tentative smile as he exited the restaurant.

Kurt glanced at his watch, pointing out to Noah that they still had over an hour and a half before Sarah's concert.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Noah gently grabbed Kurt's hand as they walked to the Navigator, relishing in how good it felt to touch the soprano.

"I know the perfect place," Kurt dropped his hand as they reached the car. The two boys slid into their seats, and Noah waited patiently for Kurt to tell him where they were going.

He waited for a minute before he got frustrated.

"Where are we going?" Noah asked, unable to take the silence any longer.

Kurt smirked, remaining silent.

"Kurttt," Noah whined, sticking out his lower lip like he taught his little sister to do once Kurt looked over at him.

The former kicker rolled his eyes, mostly out of amusement.

"It's a surprise Noah. You'll just have to wait and see."

"I don't really like surprises." Pause. "You're kidnapping me aren't you? You're going to toss me in the river and drive away like nothing happened.

Kurt chuckled, and Noah had to laugh too. Not only was Kurt's laugh contagious, but the idea of the smaller boy trying to push or pick him up was just too ridiculous.

"That's exactly what I'm doing Noah, you caught me."

Before Noah could reply, they pulled into a parking spot. He'd been so engaged in talking to Kurt… well at least trying to make Kurt talk… that he hadn't even noticed they arrived.

Noah found himself in a park he'd never been to before. There were more trees that he could count, but a wide open space in the middle filled with two playgrounds, multiple benches, a barbeque pit, and a pavilion.

The park was mostly empty, except for a family of four having a barbeque dinner in the pavilion.

Noah followed Kurt to the swings, stopping in front of Kurt as the smaller boy sat down.

"Do you need me to push you, princess?" Noah flexed his arms, ignoring the way the mom in the pavilion kept staring at him.

Kurt rolled his eyes again, this time in mock annoyance.

"First off, Puckerman, do not call me a princess. I prefer queen, thank you very much. And secondly, I'm a big boy, so I think I can push myself." Kurt paused at Noah's tiny frown. "But thank you, I appreciate the offer."

Noah pretended to observe his surroundings, moving out of the way as Kurt began to swing.

"Are you going to swing with me or just stand there?" Kurt asked, swinging so high the swing set shook.

"Uh…"

Kurt slowed to a stop, looking between Noah and the empty swing.

"Oh my god, you can't fit on it can you?" Kurt began laughing so hard he almost fell off the swing.

Noah stood there silently, glaring at the younger boy.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for laughing at you," Kurt paused to regain his breath. "I didn't realize when I started swinging that you'd be too… big to use the swing."

Noah didn't respond and stalked over to the nearest tree, plopping down on the ground and wrapping his arms around his knees as he pulled them to his chest.

He heard Kurt follow quietly behind him, but didn't move as Kurt sat down next to him.

"Noah?" Kurt quietly said, resting his hand on Noah's shoulder. "I'm sorry if I upset you."

"I can't believe you insinuated that I was fat." He couldn't hide the small smirk from overtaking his lips, and started laughing as Kurt playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"I seriously thought you were mad at me, you jerk. No one would ever mistake you for being fat." Kurt leaned his back against the tree, scooting close to Noah so that the tree supported his entire frame.

"So where are we?" Noah broke the companionable silence, stretching his legs out and turning his head to look at Kurt.

"This beautiful place is calling Mystic Park, just on the outskirts of Lima. My mom used to take me here when I was little. I started coming here again freshman year, just to sit and think. I figured we could talk and stuff."

"I like it, it just smells so… fresh," Noah replied honestly.

"I think what you're smelling is your cologne." Kurt leaned closer to Noah, sniffing at his shirt. "Oh my god, what are you wearing? It's intoxicating."

"A real man never reveals his secrets," Noah confidently exclaimed.

"So is it just you, your mom, and Sarah?" Kurt questioned, ready to continue their Glee assignment.

"Yeah, my dad used to always be gone, out trying to be a rock star ya know? Eventually my mom said screw this and divorced his lazy ass."

"Have you seen or heard from him since?" Kurt mimicked Noah's position, stretching his legs out alongside the other boy's. He attempted to ignore how much farther Noah's legs went out than his.

"Nope, not unless you count the occasional birthday or Christmas card."

"I'm sorry, Noah. That really sucks."

Noah shrugged his shoulders. He was used to it by now and figured he was probably better off without him anyways. His mom had been an amazing single parent and in his opinion, she didn't need any help. Noah felt like he'd probably die if his mom started dating again, like Kurt and Finn's parents had. That'd just be too strange for him to bear.

"Can I ask you something?" Noah hoped his next question wouldn't offend Kurt, but he really wanted to change the subject.

"Shoot."

"Why did you have that book about seducing straight boys if you don't like Finn?" Noah felt nervous about asking the question he'd be wondering about ever since Kurt stated he didn't like Finn anymore. He wasn't sure if he wanted the answer; a part of him believed Kurt had always had a thing for Finn, despite what the shorter boy said.

"Noah, really, you haven't figured it out yet?" Kurt chastised. Noah shook his head no, slightly embarrassed that he'd clearly been missing something. Kurt rolled his eyes, "It was for you."

Noah stared at him, not comprehending what was going on.

"So let me get this straight. You bought this book to try and seduce me?"

"Precisely."

"Which is why you didn't want me to see the book, so you hid it behind your back?"

"Yep and I felt extremely uncomfortable when you saw the title," Kurt remembered, letting out a low laugh.

"Well, Kurt Hummel, you should know by now, no one seduces Puckzilla. I'm the seducer, not the seducee. "

"Oh, yes, well I clearly forgot that now didn't I?-"

The two were interrupted when the mother from the pavilion stood in front of them. Noah had been so absorbed in their conversation, he hadn't noticed her approaching.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you two, but I was wondering if you could help me open this jar?"

The woman held an unopened mayonnaise jar in her hand, a flirtatious smile on her overly tan face.

"Uh, sure," Noah answered.

The woman slowly bent down, making sure her huge (and most likely fake) breasts were clearly visible for the football player.

Noah glanced quickly over to Kurt, who looked like he was trying really hard not to say something rude and then over to the pavilion where the woman's husband was speaking on his cell phone.

He easily opened the jar and handed it back to her, slightly grossed out about how she was throwing herself at him when her husband and kids were only ten yards away. He seriously couldn't believe he used to go for this kind of woman. It made him feel kind of dirty, but it was definitely reassuring to finally have found his way with the innocent and pure Kurt Hummel by his side.

"So you go to McKinley?" she asked, blinking her eyes at Noah in what he guessed she assumed was a sexy way.

"Yes we do," Kurt answered for him, despite the fact that she had her back turned slightly away from him, "We're only sixteen though… you know, underage and illegal and all that. It's quite unfortunate really, but what can you do?"

The woman turned to face him, slightly shocked at his outburst, but Kurt cut her off before she could reply.

"Isn't that right, babe?" Kurt purred, leaning over and placing a kiss on Noah's cheek, as he threaded his fingers through the other boy's.

"Oh I see, well thank you for your help. Stay in school and all that."

She turned and hurriedly walked away, leaving an amused Noah and a huffing Kurt in her wake.

"What was that for?" Noah asked once the cougar was out of ear shot, though a big smile crossed his face.

"Just making sure she knows your mine." Kurt shrugged his shoulders, acting like what he'd done hadn't been out of the ordinary at all.

"Ooh, the jealous type," Noah laughed, definitely surprised that Kurt was so possessive. "That's kind sexy on you Hummel."

Ignoring Noah's remarks, Kurt noticed they only had thirty minutes to get to Sarah's concert, which was at least a fifteen minute drive away.

Standing up first, Noah pulled Kurt to his feet, keeping their hands tightly locked together as they walked to the soprano's car.

They sang along to songs on the radio as they drove to the school, Noah directing Kurt where to park when they arrived.

"We are totally under dressed," Kurt observed dejectedly as they walked into the cafeteria, the location of the concert because it was the biggest building in the school.

"I'm more under dressed than you, at least you're wearing a nice shirt," Noah countered, tugging the boy closer to him. They were still holding hands, despite the shocked and somewhat outraged looks of the parents they passed.

Noah really didn't give a damn what any of them thought, it was none of their business anyways. Though, he did laugh to himself when he passed Mrs. Hale, one of the cougar moms he banged after she hired him to clean her pool. The older woman look so scandalized, Noah almost pointed it out to Kurt.

Noah guided the younger boy to the seats his mom and Quinn had saved for them. He'd told her the night before he would bringing a friend from school with him, stressing that no, it was not Finn. (He swore the woman would have a boner for his ex friend if she physically could. She absolutely worshipped the quarterback.)

He gave her credit for hiding her surprise well when he approached the two women holding Kurt's hand tightly in his own. He was really nervous for his mom to meet Kurt. Noah had never told her he was gay, and he hadn't given too much thought to how she'd react, though his imagination never led him to a positive reaction. He'd never admit that he was too much of a pansy to tell her in private; he opted for a more public place to tell his secret, hopefully blocking any possible outburst she could throw his way.

"You must be the friend Noah told me about last night." Nora smiled warmly at Kurt, extending her hand for the boy to shake.

Kurt shook her hand, giving the woman a small smile in return. Noah could sense his nervousness, especially as the boy tightened the grip on his hand. He tried to reassure Kurt, giving him a small squeeze for comfort, despite the fact that he was even more nervous than Kurt could possibly be.

Quinn let out a tiny cough that only Noah seemed to hear. Kurt had easily absorbed his mom into a conversation about the outfit she was wearing, the smaller boy simply gushing over how perfect the ensemble was.

"Can I help you with something, Quinny?" Noah sat down next to his baby's mama who was looking stunning in a simple yellow short sleeved dress.

"It's about damn time you and Kurt got together." Quinn laughed lightly at Noah's stunned expression. He realized he'd probably been acting different lately, but he had no idea how she picked up on his feelings.

"You do know that you talk in your sleep, right?" He blinked a few times in response, completely speechless and now somewhat embarrassed. "I guess you don't know that then. Well, those nights that I fell asleep in your room when we were talking, you'd constantly wake me up by all the things you mumbled."

"What else did you hear?" he demanded, mortified at what she could have heard from his sleeping form. He knew he had some pretty vivid dreams, many of them being quite dirty.

"Relax, Noah, you really just said 'Kurt' a lot," she paused, trying to remember what else he said, "Oh and you seem to have an obsession with whip cream and chocolate."

He smirked, recalling several different dreams in which the two food items came in handy.

Their conversation ended when the stage's curtain opened. Quinn sat at the end, followed by Kurt, Noah, and his mom. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Quinn whispered something in Kurt's ear, causing the other boy to turn a brilliant shade of red as he gently slapped her hand. Quinn giggled, as she linked her arm through Kurt's. He was glad the two got a long well, because he knew just how bitchy Quinn could be if she didn't like someone.

Kurt sat next to Quinn and Noah, enthralled by the choir in front of him. For third graders, they were pretty damn good.

Sarah stole the show, absolutely glowing as she belted out a Thanksgiving song that Kurt was unfamiliar with. He was also amazed at the fashion sense the younger girl had, a gift she clearly inherited from Mrs. Puckerman. Kurt was fairly certain Noah's mom would be considered a MILF by straight guys.

Sarah was wearing a simple black dress with ruffles flowing on the bottom. The dress was sleeveless and beautifully accented with his white Alexander McQueen scarf. Her sandals were strapless with small heels, a daring move for someone so young. Kurt studied the shoes the other girls were wearing and smugly noted all of their shoes were flat. He was beyond proud of the mini fashionista, even before she began to sing.

And damn could she sing! He wouldn't tell Noah, but the little girl reminded him of a young Rachel Berry (though more fashionable, and minus the crazy.)

Kurt could barely fathom at the way his life had just shifted. He had felt beyond jealous when that skanky cougar mom had tried to hit on Noah, who just so happened to be his. He even shocked himself at how bitchy and possessive he was acting, but something about the way the lady had walked up to them had pissed him off from the start. He'd seen her coming out of the corner of his eye but didn't move to acknowledge her trek towards them. He knew the minute she got up from the picnic bench that she was coming to flirt with Noah, because hell, who wouldn't? He'd admit, the jock was beyond attractive. Spending so much time with Noah recently had convinced him of that.

But the way the woman had ignored him had sent him over the edge! How dare she flirt with Noah when Kurt was sitting right there! Wasn't it obvious they were together, especially considering how close together they were sitting and the way their legs just so casually touched one another's?

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. No need to start a rant in the middle of an elementary school concert… that would be kind of awkward.

The audience stood and clapped, shaking Kurt out of his mental tirade against the woman. Before they could begin to move from their seats, the chorus teacher walked up to the microphone.

"That ladies and gentleman, was our McKinley Elementary show choir!"

She was interrupted by the audience applauding again, while several fathers whistled loudly.

"We actually have a little treat for you. Our very own Sarah Puckerman has agreed to sing a solo."

The group of four glanced back and forth between one another, silently communicating that they had no clue what was going on.

"Damn, she finally kept a secret from us," Noah had whispered to his mom.

"Don't say that, now it makes me wonder what else she could be hiding," his mom had quietly answered back.

Kurt smiled, slightly anxious to see what song Sarah would perform.

She walked up to the microphone, her chorus teacher giving her an encouraging pat on the back. Though to Kurt, the teacher looked way more nervous than Sarah did. He definitely got the Rachel Berry vibe from her. This girl was going to make it big one day.

"Hi, my name is Sarah Puckerman. In honor of Thanksgiving, Mrs. O'Malley has agreed to let me dedicate a special song to my big brother Noah, who picks me up every time I'm down. It's called 'You Raise Me Up. I love you Noah and I'm very thankful to be blessed with such an amazing brother.'"

Kurt immediately recognized the hit song by Josh Groban as soon as the orchestra began to play, drowning out the chorus of "Awww" and "Oh my gosh, she's so precious!" by the audience members.

Sarah's performance was beyond anything Kurt could even imagine. The little girl sung perfectly, hitting each note with emotion evident in her voice.

When she finished, the entire audience launched into a standing ovation. Noah applauded by far the loudest, and Kurt would swear to this day he saw the muscular jock wipe a tear from his eye.

The audience began filing out to the door after the children bowed multiple times. Kurt grabbed Noah's hand; he could tell the other boy was overwhelmed with emotion, despite his attempt to set his face into a neutral expression.

They waited outside the chorus room for Sarah to say goodbye to her choir friends. Kurt noticed that one of the little boys had given Noah's sister a bouquet of flowers. He couldn't help but smirk; Sarah looked like she was on her way to being just as much of a heart breaker as Noah was, though it would probably be unintentional.

Kurt stood next to Noah as he praised his little sister, picking her up as they walked to the parking lot.

"You were amazing sweetie, absolutely stole the show. I have never been more proud of you." Noah placed several kisses on her forehead, causing the little girl to squeal. Kurt was pretty sure he heard her mutter, "So embarrassing, I can't take him anywhere."

Quinn and Mrs. Puckerman had shared a small smile with Kurt as Noah pointedly ignored her remark.

"Noah?"

"Yes, gorgeous?"

"I can't breathe."

"Oh my bad," he chuckled, gently putting the girl back on the ground, who immediately ran over to Quinn to gossip about all the things that happened back stage.

They arrived at Mrs. Puckerman's car. It was decided that Noah would ride home with Kurt, while the other three went to get celebratory ice cream.

Sliding into his Navigator, Kurt realized he didn't want to go home just yet.

"Do you mind if we just sit here and talk?" Kurt shyly asked.

"Yeah that's fine," Noah agreed, turning to face him. "What do you want to talk about?"

They ended up talking in the parking lot for over an hour. Their topics ranged from sports (they both happened to like watching soccer) to Glee (Noah was the one to mention Sarah had the same stage presence as Rachel Berry) to food (they both hated cantaloupe) and many other things.

Noah was the one to realize how late it was, and they agreed they should head home before their parents started to worry.

Kurt, being the gentleman that he is, walked Noah to his door when they arrived. He knew it was what the "man" in the relationship would do, but hey, since they were both boys, they could mix up the stereotypes whichever way they chose.

"So, um," Noah nervously began, running his foot back and forth over the welcome mat as they stood in front of his door. "Are we like, an official couple now?"

Kurt paused, debating on what to say. He decided actions meant more than words.

Standing on his tip toes, Kurt wrapped his arms around Noah's neck, pulling him down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Is that a good enough answer for you, Mr. Puckerman?" Kurt teased, moving his arms down to slowly rub them up and down Noah's bulging biceps. Damn, he didn't think he'd ever get used to how sexy Noah is.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard what you said Mr. Hummel. I think you'll have to tell me again."

Kurt could feel Noah's smirk against his own lips, as the two boys shared several small kisses on the Puckerman porch.

"Ew, Noah, what are you doing?"

Sarah interrupted their moment, causing Kurt to jump back away from Noah, allowing a respectable distance to remain between the two.

"Nothing squirt, go get ready for bed." Noah put his hand on his sister's head, trying to guide her back into the house. The little girl ducked under his arm, running outside to stand behind Kurt.

Wrapping her arms around Kurt's waist, Sarah peaked her head out from around his back.

"Even though he's my brother, I have to be honest with you," she took a deep breath in an attempt to make the moment dramatic, "Noah has cooties!"

Kurt immediately burst out into laughter, doubling over as he saw Noah's indignant expression.

He watched his boyfriend fold his arms across his chest, a scowl firmly in place on his face, and Kurt swore he heard Noah mutter, "I do not have cooties."

Regaining his composure, Kurt patted Sarah on her head, assuring the little girl that he was up to date on his cootie shots and that she need not worry.

"Thank you for caring about me though."

"Uh huh," Sarah let out, in between a wide yawn.

"Okay munchkin, you need to get back in bed before Momma comes out and yells at you," Noah instructed, picking up his little sister. The young girl wrapped her legs around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Will you sing me a song before I go to sleep?" she whispered in his ear, just loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"Of course, Sarah."

Noah turned to Kurt, giving him a small smile.

"Good night Kurt, I had fun today," he quietly told the other boy.

Kurt returned the smile, giving both Noah and Sarah light kisses on their cheeks.

"Me too, I'll see you tomorrow."

Kurt walked slowly to his car, too amazed at how perfect it felt to finally be in a relationship with Noah Puckerman. At first, when he told Noah he liked him too, it'd been mostly a lie. But now, he was starting to realize he could really enjoy being Noah's boyfriend.

Remembering his decision from earlier in the night, Kurt decided he'd wait to tell Noah tomorrow that he wanted their relationship to remain as secret as possible. He silently prayed Noah accepted this and that Quinn hadn't told anyone yet.

A/N: That chapter was a lot easier to write then I thought it would be!

Review please :)