Kurt spent much of the night thinking over Noah's words.

"Kurt, I introduced you to my mom and my little sister. I wouldn't tell my family I was with you unless I was serious."

He wanted to show Noah that he was serious about their relationship too. So he decided to do something risky; he was going to introduce his new boyfriend to his father.

Naturally, Kurt didn't tell Noah of his plans before he arrived. He certainly didn't want to scare the boy off. He knew his dad could be intimidating, but he was certain Noah was "badass" enough to handle it… but he was going to take caution and present the situation at the right time so his boyfriend had no chance but to accept his plan. He was a Hummel after all, and Hummel's always got what they wanted, or so he liked to think.

Kurt texted Noah as soon as he woke up the next morning, asking him if he would like to drive to school together.

"Yeah, but you're picking me up this time. No more skipping school, Kurt Hummel."

Well shit, Kurt thought to himself. Time for a little white lie.

"My dad asked me to leave my car at home so he can do a safety inspection on it. It's been sounding funny lately. And I promise this isn't an attempt to skip."

Noah almost instantly replied as soon as the text was sent.

"Fine, but if you decide to pull something on me, I will pick you up and carry you into Spanish if I have to."

"Noted, Mr. Puckerman. See you soon, sexy."

Kurt wasn't usually one for boosting other's egos, but he figured it'd help put Noah in a good mood when he arrived. Besides, it's not like he was saying something that wasn't true.

Approximately seventy two minutes later (it's not like Kurt was counting or anything. He was sure this idea was golden, and was totally NOT anxious about it,) Noah knocked on his door, just like he did the previous day. Kurt was counting on this, since it would raise some seriously awkward questions if he had to go outside and ask Noah to come back in.

"Hey babe, you ready?" Noah leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Uh, just a second, I forgot my bag downstairs. You can come in, I'll be just a second."

Noah waited anxiously for Kurt to return. He wanted to get to school and show off his new boyfriend and begin his life as an openly gay (or bisexual, he still wasn't completely sure) man.

A voice from the kitchen interrupted his thoughts… a voice that was definitely deeper and manlier than Kurt's.

"You a friend of Kurt's?" Noah turned in the direction of the voice and stared into the eyes of who he assumed was Kurt's father. He'd heard from Finn that the man was kind of intimidating, but he just chalked it up to as Finn being a sissy again. Even though he hated to admit it, Finn was right this time. Kurt's father was the complete opposite of his son. Where Kurt was short, thin, and delicate, Burt Hummel was tall, beefy, and definitely looked like he could hold his own in a bar fight.

"Uh, sort of," Noah stammered out, not sure if Kurt had told his dad about their relationship, but figuring it was most likely a no if Mr. Hummel assumed he was just a friend.

"Okay, well, you got a name son?"

"Noah Puckerman, sir." He moved towards the kitchen and stuck his hand out for the man to shake.

"Puckerman, you say? Weren't you one of the boys who used to throw my son in the dumpster?" Noah immediately dropped his hand and ran it across his nonexistent mohawk, silently wishing the strip of hair was there to comfort him. He couldn't explain it but touching the piece of hair always made him feel safe.

Before he had a chance to respond, Kurt (finally) made his way upstairs and came to stand next to Noah.

"I see you met my boyfriend, dad."

Not even looking up into the eyes of Kurt's dad, Noah adjusted his position so that Kurt was in front of him. He wasn't a coward, but the guy would do some serious damage to his face if he got mad enough. And besides, it's not like Kurt's dad would ever hit Kurt. He just couldn't imagine anyone who would want to harm the perfect specimen that was Kurt Hummel… well besides Karofsky, but that dude was a serious freak of nature.

"Boyfriend you say?" He paused to stare at Noah, who put his hands in his pockets and tried his best to keep his eyes locked with Kurt's dad. He heard once on Animal Planet that keeping eye contact with a dangerous wild animal showed you weren't afraid of them, which kept them from attacking you. He prayed it worked in this situation. "Kurt, can I have a word with you in the living room, please?"

Noah leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for the two to come back. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he just imagined Kurt with his hand on his hip, telling his dad that he and Noah were in love and were going to run off to Vegas to get married if he didn't accept their relationship. Okay, so he might have just made shit up, because it's not like Kurt would ever get married in Vegas… more like in Buckingham Palace or some fancy rich place no normal person could have a wedding at.

After what seemed like an hour, the two returned to the kitchen. Kurt's triumphant look made Noah smile; at least he wasn't the only one who couldn't say no to the boy.

"Well, it seems my boy here likes you, for reasons I won't pretend I understand. But you listen up here, Puckerman. If you hurt my boy in anyway, even if it's just by stepping on his foot, I will personally make sure it is the last thing you ever do, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir, clear as day. I promise I will never hurt Kurt and will protect him from anyone who doesn't have good intentions."

Burt stared at him for a minute, before nodding his head in acceptance.

"Alright, well have a good day at school."

"Bye dad, I love you."

"Bye, Mr. Hummel."

"I love you too, Kurt." They walked out of the kitchen and headed for the front door. Just as they were about to enter Noah's truck, Burt called out from the front porch.

"Hey, Puckerman?" Noah looked up from holding open Kurt's door. "No funny business with my boy, you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

They drove to school in silence until McKinley High came into view.

"Are you nervous?" Kurt asked him.

"Dude, those emotions are for weak sissies. I'm a total badass, I can handle anything."

Through his peripheral vision, he saw Kurt staring him down with his typical eyebrow raised.

"Not nervous, but anxious I suppose. Quinn's the only one who knows. I don't give two shits how everyone else reacts, except for the people in Glee."

He saw Kurt nod in either agreement or understanding, he wasn't too sure.

"What about you?"

"I'm nervous," Kurt admitted. "I just don't want to get harassed and bullied about it. It's nice to finally have a boyfriend and not be the only gay kid in Lima, though."

Noah stopped at the red traffic light and turned to face Kurt, holding the boy's left hand in his right.

"Listen to me, Kurt. If anyone gives trouble about us or anything else, I want you to tell me, and I promise you they'll never bother you again."

He sighed as Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I can take care of myself, Noah."

"And I can take care of you, too. No one messes with Noah Puckerman's boyfriend unless they want the shit beat out of them by Puckzilla." He paused to let Kurt finish laughing. "Promise me you'll tell me?"

"I promise, but only if I have to."

"Oh you do. You owe me big time for doing the surprise 'Oh-hey-I'm-going-to-let-you-meet-my-dad-and-not-tell-you-beforehand.'"

"Hey now!" Kurt exclaimed, letting go of his hand when the light turned green. "That totally was not planned."

"Please, do you really expect me to believe that it took you five minutes to grab your backpack from your room?"

"Yes, I do expect you to believe that, because I'm a completely trustworthy person." Kurt grumbled, crossing his arms over his slim chest.

"Whatever you say, babe." Noah pulled into a parking spot and turned his truck off.

While Kurt was rummaging through his bag, Noah took a second to take a deep breath. Everything he knew about high school was about to change the second they stepped out of his truck. He looked over to Kurt who had pulled out a pair of fancy designer sunglasses from his bag. He decided that no matter what happened to his reputation, as long as he had Kurt at his side, he could handle anything. And it didn't hurt that his guns were as fine as ever. No one would dare mess with him, no matter what his sexuality was.

"Here take these." Kurt handed him the pair of Aviator sunglasses he kept in his glove box, as he slipped on his own expensive sunglasses.

"What are these for?" Noah questioned, taking the glasses and putting them on.

Kurt shrugged, "They make us look mysterious. I thought it'd be a nice dramatic effect to our entrance."

Noah laughed and the two of them exited his truck. He could see his peers already glancing over and pointing over at the two, probably wondering since when Noah Puckerman drove Kurt Hummel to school.

"Well here goes nothing." Kurt held out his arm for Noah link his through.

"Not so fast, Hummel. You do that linking arm shit with all your friends. We are a couple, so," Noah grabbed his hand tightly, "We hold hands."

"Well fine, but I have to be on your left. It's more comfortable that way."

They strode through the school parking lot, hand in hand, and quietly commented on how their entrance was affecting the other students.

"Everyone is totally staring at us," Kurt noted, adjusting himself so that they walked as close together as possible.

"No not that guy," Noah replied, "Oh no wait, he just looked too."

Kurt began chuckling.

"You have no idea how much this is reminding me of the Twilight movie right now."

"Yeah, well my shades are way hotter than Edward's. Plus, I'm a total stud and you're prettier than Bella, so I think we win."

"You watched Twilight?" Kurt asked, shocked.

"Sarah made me do it, I swear I'm not that gay," Noah stressed, making sure Kurt understood he didn't make a habit of watching chick movies in his spare time. Except for A Walk to Remember, but that one didn't count because Mandy Moore was a total babe.

Noah held the door open for Kurt as they entered the school, smirking to himself as literally everyone, even their teachers, were staring and whispering about them.

Once again, he grabbed Kurt's hand firmly in his own and led the boy to their lockers, which were several feet away from one another's.

Noah quickly grabbed his Spanish books and tossed the contents of his backpack into his locker, ignoring the way Kurt tsk'd at his lack of organization.

He waited for Kurt as he exchanged his books at his locker, casually wrapping his arm around the boy's waist, mentally laughing at the scandalized looks of the boys and the crestfallen expressions of the girls.

"Yo, Puckerman, I hear you've caught the Fairy's disease."

Noah tightened his grip on Kurt as the two of them turned around to face Karofsky and the three hockey players behind him.

"Being gay isn't a disease, you Neanderthal," Kurt clarified. "However, stupidity must be, so please stay far away from me and my boyfriend, because we'd rather not be contaminated by the likes of you and your kind."

"You better watch it, Hummel," Karofsky exclaimed menacingly as he moved closer to the couple. "When your boyfriend isn't around, you may just get your ass handed to you."

Noah took his turn to step forward, maneuvering himself so that he stood protectively in front of Kurt.

"No, Karofsky, you better watch it, because if you lay so much as a finger on Kurt's precious head, I will fuck you up so bad, you'll be in the hospital for a week wishing you were dead."

"Oh yeah, Puckerman?" Karofsky reached around Noah so fast, he didn't have time to react.

"This is Gucci, you buffoon!" Kurt shrieked after Karofsky roughly touched his shirt. "It's worth more than any amount of money you'll see in your pathetic existence of a life."

"I just touched your little fairy, what now?" Karofsky laughed, ignoring Kurt's remark.

Noah was seeing red. How DARE Karofsky think he could get away with that? He knew he was being tested, so he did what any could boyfriend would do; he defended his and Kurt's honor, just like he promised Kurt's dad.

Using all his strength, Noah threw all his weight into Karofsky, knocking the bully into a row of lockers.

"Is that the best you can do, Puckerman?" Karofsky boasted, "What happened to the big, badass, invincible, Puckzilla?"

Pulling his fist back slowly, Noah smirked at the fear suddenly building in Karofsky's eyes. The other hockey players seemed to be frozen in shock.

"Noah, he isn't worth it."

He lowered his fist after Kurt's words. A part of his mind was screaming at him to punch Karofsky's lights out, to defend his boyfriend and his reputation as a badass, but the other part calmly told him that Kurt didn't like violence, and rearranging Dave Karofsky's face wasn't going to make his boyfriend weak in the knees.

"Oh look boys, Hummel's got his bitch on a tight leash." Karofsky adjusted his shirt after Noah let him go, smiling cruelly as his friends laughed, "Tell me Puckerman, does he give you any like that whore Fabray, or does he keep his legs crossed like Princess Berry?"

Kurt quickly grabbed Noah's hand and pulled him towards their Spanish class, mumbling under his breath to ignore the jock and that they should pity him for being such a dumbass.

He pretended it didn't hurt when Karofsky called out, "See you later, faggots," after their retreating backs. He felt so ashamed that he used to call Kurt the same derogatory words, vowing to himself that he'd do everything in his power to make up for the damage and pain he caused Kurt over the years.

The rest of their day passed with only minor incidents, with lunch being the most eventful part of their regular school day.

Rachel had fawned over the new couple, excited that she knew Noah was gay "probably before he even figured it out himself," which caused Kurt to roll his eyes and Noah to glare at the brunette.

Tina and Artie had congratulated them and suggested they go on a double date sometime, an idea that Kurt seemed thrilled about and Noah reluctantly accepted. Artie was cool, but the gothic girl kind of freaked him out sometimes with her dark clothing style, especially since it contrasted with her relatively sunny personality.

Finn had stared open mouthed at them as they shared a quick kiss, looking around confusedly. "Did I miss something?" he had mumbled helplessly to Quinn, who patted his arm in comfort.

Quinn had of course, known about their relationship already, and had smiled knowingly while everyone else exclaimed how shocked they were that Noah Puckerman was dating Kurt Hummel.

Mercedes had glared at him for a second, but had turned to Kurt and congratulated him on his new relationship. Turning to face Noah, she eyed him up and down before stating that even though she accepted Kurt's choice in men, he better not trip up unless he wanted some serious damage done to his face, truck, and everything else that he held dear to him.

Brittany and Santana had sat with the other Cheerios during lunch, but he'd seen Santana smirking in their direction, a sign that he needed to avoid the Latina girl. He wasn't dumb enough to get in the middle of one of her schemes. Brittany didn't seem to realize anything was different and had spent the lunch period making Origami swans out of a stack of post-it notes. He was shocked she had managed to learn such a difficult skill, but he figured when it came to ducks, Brittany would learn to do anything to support her obsession.

Matt had congratulated them also, but Noah decided Mike's reaction had surprised him the most. The Asian boy had always been quiet, but he was usually cheerful and positive. Today he spent the lunch period glaring at Noah when he thought he wasn't looking and looking overall sullen, like someone had just told him he had to choose between his favorite dog or the ability to keep dancing. Noah observed their prized dancer, and concluded he had a crush on Kurt. Mike's demeanor would do a complete 180 anytime Kurt talked, and he blushed every time Kurt looked over at him. Noah turned to glare harshly at Mike, causing the other boy to stand up and claim he had to go practice his song for Glee.

Hell, they'd only been dating for two days and already some boy was trying to creep on his Kurt. Noah scanned the room, mentally calculating which boy was likely to be secretly gay, silently annoyed at how big his list was. He needed to be on his guard if he wanted to keep Kurt safe from all the bi-curious boys lurking around.

Kurt's day had gone pretty well after the Karofsky incident. He had spent a large part of the morning texting Mercedes. He'd almost completely forgotten about the bet until he received a text from her in first period.

"I hear you're dating Puck now? Way to go white boy, I didn't think you had it in you."

"Well, dear, you need to have faith. And it didn't hurt that he already liked me."

"I TOLD YOU SO. You should be thanking me for meddling so much."

"Thank you, 'Cedes, for helping me get over Finn and realizing that Noah was a much better option."

"You're welcome. And since I'm such a good friend, please be a good friend back and don't dress me in something hideous."

"I literally gasped when I read this. I would never do such a thing."

"Whatever you say, honey. I gotta go for now, I need to bullshit some essay on the Renaissance."

By the time they entered Glee (late of course, because Noah insisted they take a few minutes to make out in the janitor's closet), the rest of the school had seemed to accept that yes, Kurt and Noah were dating. Nobody else had been as brave as Karofsky to say something to them, but he'd noticed the disgusted looks of some of his peers.

They walked in the middle of Mr. Schuester's opening speech for the day and quickly made their way to a pair of seats in the back, in between Mike and Quinn. Before Kurt sat down next to Mike, Noah tried to discreetly push the pair of chairs closer to Quinn, an action Mike clearly noticed. The Asian boy crossed his arms and glared over at Noah but remained silent. Kurt wondered to himself what the hell that was about and made a mental note to ask Noah later.

"As I was saying, has anyone else completed their assignment for the week?" Mr. Schuester asked, "Besides Rachel," he added as the petite girl waved her hand wildly in the air.

Kurt tentatively raised his hand.

"Awesome! Kurt, would you like to sing for us today?"

"I didn't finish my paper yet, but my song is ready," he explained.

"That's alright; everyone has until Friday to turn in the one page paper explaining why they chose their song. Come up here Kurt, and show us what you got."

Kurt sauntered up to the front of the choir room, taking a deep breath to calm the nerves he always got before performing. He'd spent a while searching for a song to describe Noah but couldn't find one that seemed to fit. After flipping through his IPod for hours, he finally found a song that explained the way he was feeling at the moment in regards to his boyfriend.

"My partner for this project is Noah. I picked 'Don't Let It Go to Your Head' by Fefe Dobson to describe how I feel about him at this moment."

He heard Brittany mumble to Santana, "I didn't know dogs could sing," and had to keep himself from laughing as the band played behind him.

"So what if I came clean
And told you all you mean to me
So what if I meant every word I said
Baby don't let it go to your head
So what if I write your name
Cause you're always on my brain
In a heart, I paint it crimson red
Baby don't let it go to your head

Don't be getting any big ideas
Let me make it clear

Just cause I can't go on
Just cause I die when you're gone
Just cause I think of you in bed
Don't let it go to your head
If I looked in your eyes
One, two, too many times
And memorized every word you said
Don't let it go to your head

So what if I want to kiss
From your toes up to your lips
It don't mean that you've had me yet
You're gonna be good, I bet

I'm the one whose in control here
Let me make it clear

Just cause I can't go on
Just cause I die when you're gone
Just cause I think of you in bed
Don't let it go to your head
If I looked in your eyes
One, two, too many times
And memorized every word you said
Don't let it go to your head

Ohhhhh
Don't let it go to your head"

Noah felt the heat rise in his cheeks as Kurt began to sing, moving in a way that was way too sexual to be considered appropriate, in his opinion. He felt his heart race as Kurt sang about how he thought of him in bed. How the hell was he supposed to keep his morals together when his gorgeous boyfriend was declaring that he fantasizes about him in front of their entire Glee club?

He shot a quick glance over to Mike Chang who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there for the rest of his life.

'That's right Chang,' Noah thought smugly to himself, 'That's my boyfriend and he only wants me, so go out and find your own damn boyfriend, because there's no way in hell I'm giving up mine.'

He applauded loudly after Kurt's performance, laughing at Quinn's cat call.

Kurt gracefully took his seat, smiling at the applause from his peers.

"So you think about me in bed, eh?" Noah began cockily," Are you on top or am I?"

He laughed as Kurt turned a brilliant shade of red, but before the soprano could come back with a snarky retort, Santana turned around in her seat.

"Congratulations, Kurt."

"Thanks, Santana, I can't wait to see your performance," he replied humbly.

"Oh I'm not talking about your song, that was only mediocre," she paused as she tossed her hair behind her back, "I'm talking about finally winning your bet with Mercedes. It must have taken a lot of hard work, and a lot of… you know," she eyed Noah up and down, focusing her gaze on his crotch, "sucking up to do."

He looked confusedly over to Kurt who had paled completely.

"What is she talking about?" he questioned, a sense of dread filling him. He had no clue what was going on, but his gut was telling him it wasn't good.

"I uh, I don't know, Noah," he stuttered, staring at Mercedes who looked just as shocked as Kurt did.

"Oh my God, you mean to tell me he doesn't know, Hummel?" Santana looked between the two before letting out a cruel laugh, "And here I was thinking you two had some sort of deal worked out, where you blew him in between classes and Puck here pretended to be your boyfriend so you'd win. Silly me."

"What are you talking about, Santana? I think you've finally lost it."

"Puck, seriously? Just look at the two of them," she said, indicating Kurt and Mercedes. "Do you really think I'd make up that Hummel and Mercedes had a bet going that he could get you to date him? Even I'm not cruel enough to come up with-"

"She's lying," Kurt interjected, color coming back to his face.

"Yeah, she's gone loco," Mercedes spoke up. "She has no proof. Besides, we'd never to something like that.

"Oh really?" Santana pulled out a neatly folded note from her backpack and tossed it onto Noah's lap, "Read it for yourself."

"Where the hell did you get that," Kurt harshly whispered as Noah unfolded the note, unsure if he wanted to read what was on the paper.

"It's none of your business, Hummel-"

"I thought you were writing down notes for our assignment, so I took it out of the trashcan," Brittany added dreamily, "I hope you figured out who you were talking to in your diary by now."

Ignoring Brittany's ramblings, Noah scanned through the note in despair.

The line, "Keep doubtin' me girl. Just makes me try harder. I have it in the bag, chica. I am going to become the King of Seduction and have Puck wrapped around my little manicured pinky" stuck out at him the most.

Crumbling up the note in disgust, he picked up his backpack and stormed out of the room, deaf to Kurt's calls to come back so he could explain.

A/N: Plenty more drama to come, I promise you that!

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