Noah should have known that something was wrong from the second Kurt agreed to go out with him. Why would someone as perfect as Kurt Hummel settle for Noah Puckerman, King of Lima Losers? He didn't have anything to offer the other boy, besides his dashing good looks, but even that could go only so far.
He wandered the halls lost in thought, feeling ashamed and humiliated. God Damn, how could he have been so stupid? He fell right into Kurt's trap.
"I let people think I like Finn so they wouldn't sense my feelings for you." He should have listened to his gut feeling; it was so obvious Kurt was obsessed with Finn that even Brittany had noticed, which was saying something. And when Kurt had asked him if Mercedes had anything to do with Noah asking him out, that should have thrown up a red flag. But he bought every excuse Kurt could come up with no matter how ridiculous it sounded. Because why would Kurt lie to him?
'Well, maybe because there's no way in hell he would willingly go out with you unless he gained something from it,' Noah thought bitterly to himself.
He wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the floor and cry his eyes out until the pain went away. But he wasn't weak like that. His father always told him crying was for inferior people, and he was a strong boy so he should never shed a tear. Unable to control his emotions, he did the next best thing; he punched the nearest locker, causing a dent in the metal but thankfully not busting his knuckles open again.
"Hey there, Jewish boy, shouldn't you be singing your tiny little heart out with the other freaks in that little club of Mr. Schuester's instead of damaging valuable school property?
'I so don't need this right now,' he mentally groaned.
Turning to face their cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, Noah tried to collect himself before he replied. Everyone knew Coach Sylvester could smell weakness like a dog could smell beef jerky.
"I'm taking the day off. And all I did was kill a bug on the locker."
"You see, that's the problem with you little Glee club kids," she began lecturing as she moved to stand closer to him, "You don't put in the effort that my Cheerios do; that's why they're champions. And since you must be unfamiliar with that word, let me explain it to you. Champions are winners, meaning they don't lose, like every other sport at this institution," she paused, eyeing him up and down. "Now tell me, Puckerface-
"It's Puckerman-"
"Same thing," she continued nonchalantly, waving her hand in dismissal, "I hear you've finally come out of the closet and are no longer a sneaky gay. I also hear that you are continuing your Cheerio fetish with my prized Lady Face. I find this to be a good choice since you can't impregnate my future head cheerleader because he lacks the necessary, yet useless, parts for reproduction.
"Kurt and I are no longer together anymore Coach," he mumbled, unable to look the intimidating woman in the eye.
"Ah, so that's your problem. Well since I'm such a fine educator, let me give you some advice to wrap your little head around. Depression and self doubt will get you nowhere in this world. You know what will get you somewhere? Anger. Don't get sad, get mad, Sue always says. Just tell the person how you feel! Stand up and say '*Insert name* here, you know what? You suck and I don't, so screw you and your *insert insult here* and leave me alone before I *insert threat here*.''
Noah stared at her in confusion. Did she really consider that to be good advice?
"You look confused boy, so let Sue here give you a demonstration. 'Will Schuester, you know what? You suck and I don't, so screw you and your lesbian hairstyle and leave me alone before I vomit in that dumpster you call a car."
Noah pondered her words, ignoring the dig at his favorite teacher. Sure she was most likely clinically insane, but for once she completely made sense. He knew what he had to do now.
"Thanks Coach, I think I'll do that."
"That's how Sue sees it, Puckerwoman. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a new diabolical plot to hatch against our local credit card company. That'll teach them to raise my rates again, those chauvinistic bastards."
Noah pulled out his IPod from his pocket as she walked away and scrolled through his "Angry Music" playlist. Heading towards the choir room, he silently hoped Mr. Schue hadn't dismissed the club early.
The remaining students left in the choir room were a mix of emotions. Tina, Artie, Matt and Rachel looked scandalized and were sharing glances with one another, trying to silently communicate where all this had come from. Santana had a triumphant smirk on her face as she fixed her lip gloss in her small compact mirror. Finn was clearly confused as to what he just witnessed, staring hopelessly around the room trying to find an answer, while Quinn's flushed face indicated she was absolutely livid that Kurt had hurt her Noah. Brittany seemed to be unbothered by what just happened and was currently drawing a unicorn on her left arm, complete with sparkles and a pink tail. Mike had a tiny frown on his face, trying to decide whether or not he should be upset or happy at what just happened. Mercedes remained expressionless but she kept her gaze focused on Kurt, whose lips were set into a pout and he looked like he was trying really hard not to cry.
"What the hell is your problem, Kurt Hummel?" Quinn demanded as she came to stand in front of the soprano, just seconds after the choir door shut behind Noah.
"You know, I have to agree with Quinn for once, Kurt. This is totally out of character of you. It's more along the lines of something we'd expect from Santana," Rachel commented from her perch on the piano bench. Santana nodded in agreement.
"And Mercedes, I can't believe you participated in this! You must have known from the beginning this would end only in disaster," Rachel started ranting as she paced up and down the choir room floor, passing Mr. Schue who was sitting quietly in a chair, "I mean, honestly, how did the two of you even come up with such a mean idea?" The petite brunette came to a stop in front of Kurt and Mercede's chair.
"White girl, you better get out of my face if you want to keep it arranged in its current formation," Mercedes threatened, causing Rachel to huff in annoyance. But because she wasn't stupid, the brunette girl returned to her seat by the piano.
"It's not what it seems like, I swear-"
"Please, Hummel, are you really going to play that card? We're too smart for that," Quinn glanced over to Brittany who had begun staring in wonder at the lights above her head, "Well, most of us anyways, but you get the point."
"It started out as a bet, but I really care for him Quinn, you have to believe me," Kurt pleaded with the pregnant girl, knowing that he needed to convince her of the truth if he wanted to win Noah back. He really didn't care what Rachel thought; he could live a happy life never hearing any of her opinions every again.
"I don't think I can trust you anymore, and I know for sure you're going to have a hell of a time trying to regain Noah's trust. He's not one of the most trusting people, but then again, you somehow seemed to have figured out how to manipulate him easily enough."
"He really likes Puck," Brittany interjected casually from her seat behind Kurt before he had a chance to defend himself.
"And how do you know that Brittany?" Quinn quietly asked as the other Glee members looked on with interest.
"You can see it in his eyes, silly," Brittany giggled. "He's in love, it's totally obvious."
Santana raised her eyebrow at her best friend but remained quiet. Quinn, on the other hand, wasn't one to always tolerate Brittany's random 'observations'.
"You're looking at the back of his head, Britt," Quinn pointed out, ignoring the glare Santana turned on her.
"Well, duh, but when he like turns around, I can tell. His eyes sparkle every time you say Noah's name," Brittany patiently explained. "Just try it."
Quinn seemed hesitant to get closer to Kurt, so Santana took charge.
"Turn around, Hummel," she instructed with less patience than her friend.
"This is really unnecessary," Kurt grumbled as he turned to face the Latina cheerleader.
"NOAH!" she yelled as she moved her face closer to the soprano's, causing him to flinch back in alarm.
"I don't see any change, Britt Britt," Santana casually remarked to her blonde friend.
Brittany rolled her eyes.
"I think you frightened him, Sanny. Here, let me try and you watch."
Brittany scooted closer to Kurt and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Noahhhh," she purred in her sexiest voice.
"His eyes definitely changed," Santana observed, smiling over to her best friend. "Sucks for you, Hummel, you just fucked up the best thing you're pathetic life ever had."
"Yeah, thanks for that, Satan," Kurt rudely retorted.
"Just told him the truth, it's not like I made up anything," Santana cattily shot back.
"Okay enough, this is ridiculous," Quinn cut in, "Can we just focus on how-"
Before she had a chance to finish, the choir door opened and Noah entered slowly.
"Artie, can I borrow your electric guitar?" he asked, ignoring the stares of his peers.
"Yeah, sure man, anytime," Artie replied kindly as he handed the guitar over to the larger boy.
Pulling a stool to the center of the room, Noah sat down and finally locked eyes with each one of the Glee members.
"We always say Glee is about expressing our feelings and emotions in the only way we know how- through music. So I've decided to do a mash up for this week's assignment."
Adjusting the strap of the guitar so it fit comfortably, Noah focused his gaze on Kurt.
"This one's for you, Hummel."
Noah strummed the electric guitar and began singing in a deep voice.
For everything you do
I'd like to swallow you
And everyday I'm gonna blame you
Even If you justify
Every fuckin bullshit lie
It only makes me want to break you
When you repeatedly
Take advantage of me
The only thought I get of you
Sickens me
Everybody knows you're fake
You're everything I fuckin hate
And I'm everything you'll never be
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
It's broken now
Don't ever look my way
Don't even think I'm playin
Cause I fuckin hate you
You're such a liar
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You make me insane!
When Noah finished playing, the entire club was left staring open mouthed. They were completely unprepared for the raw emotion in Noah's performance. Everyone looked over to Kurt who quickly wiped away a stray tear. Even Santana was lost for words.
"Well we prefer to perform songs with less cuss words, but good job Noah," Mr. Shuester awkwardly congratulated.
Without saying anything, Noah made his way to take the only seat open; the one right next to Kurt.
Before the taller jock could even sit down, Kurt grabbed his bag and ran from the room, Mercedes right on his heels.
"Kurt, sweetie, you really care about him, don't you?" she asked when they finally stopped in the parking lot.
He was seriously grateful that his dad had decided to bring his car to school, knowing that Kurt liked to run errands (also known as shopping) right after Glee ended.
Leaning against his car, he finally let the tears flow freely. Mercedes immediately wrapped him in a tight hug and whispered that everything was going to be okay.
"Noah won't be mad at you forever, baby; he just needs to cool down. In a few days he'll be ready to listen to your explanation and then everything will work out for the best."
"He just sang to the entire Glee club that he HATED me. Hate, 'Cedes, is a fairly strong emotion that you don't get over in a few days."
"He also said he loved you," she calmly added, "It'll get better soon, he just needs some time."
"I don't want to wait that long, 'Cedes, I want my boyfriend back," he whined into her shoulder. "Everything's so screwed up. I wasn't supposed to fall for fucking Noah Puckerman. I should be celebrating how I won our little bet instead of crying about how much my life sucks right now."
"Everything happens for a reason," Mercedes wisely pointed out. "In hindsight, this probably wasn't the best idea. I guess we never considered we'd be messing with someone else's emotions."
"You think?" Kurt chuckled as he used his fingers to wipe away his tears without ruining the little bit of eyeliner he had on.
"Well, the way I saw it white boy, was you would focus on Noah, realize that you two would make the best couple ever, and he would ask you out because he was already totally into you. I just didn't account for little miss Santana Lopez to get in the way."
"Karma's a bitch, she'll get what's coming to her," Kurt answered forcefully, "I think I'm going to head home now, I have an apology to work out, but I'll call you tonight?"
"Sounds good," she replied, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Just let me know what you come up with, and I'll work something out too."
After waving goodbye to his best friend, Kurt slid into his Navigator ready to end the shitty day. Before backing out of the parking spot, he looked up towards the school.
What he saw made his blood boil.
Noah and Mike were walking close together, looking happier than Kurt thought was necessary given the circumstances. Before Noah reached his truck, he gave Mike a hug that was way too long to be considered just friendly.
Feeling angry and jealous, Kurt drove home to work on his preparations to get Noah back, determined not to rest until he could once again call Noah Puckerman his.
A/N: I love working with a jealous Kurt. We usually all do a jealous Noah, but I think Kurt would be quite the jealous boyfriend, though more secretive about it.
Some questions for the next chapter- How will Kurt decide to get Noah back? Will it work, or is Noah already moving on? What is Mike's involvement in all this?
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