Sorry this also took so long! I've had really bad writer's block, but I should finish up pretty soon. Thanks to everyone who stuck around! Reviews always make me write faster :)

This chapter focuses on Noah's reaction to the previous two chapters. The drama will unfold next chapter and may probably be the last (though, if so, it will be way longer than this one)

Enjoy!

To say Noah was annoyed when he got home from school was the understatement of the year. He knew Mike's intentions for harassing him in the choir room about getting back together with Kurt was because he genuinely thought they were a good match, but it still irked him nonetheless. Kurt had only gotten together with him to win some stupid bet. He didn't see how Kurt would have feelings for someone as lame as himself. Kurt deserved so much better, and even though it hurt to admit it, Noah wasn't the knight in shining armor that Kurt was entitled to.

Caught up in his pity party, he walked right past Quinn in the stairwell on the way to his bedroom.

"Noah, where did you go after Glee?" she asked as she made her way down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen.

Pausing in the stairwell, he told her he hung out with Mike in the choir room before he came home. He decided to skip over the part about Mike admitting he was gay and instead focused on the little rap and dance combo they did for Berry.

She chuckled quietly from her spot in front of the oven. Not wanting to talk anymore, he made his way up to his bedroom before collapsing onto his bed and burying his face in his pillows.

Before he could begin thinking again of how awful his life was, he heard his door open and then close quietly.

"Go away Quinny," he grumbled into his pillow.

"I made blueberry biscuits, Noah," she calmly replied as she sat on his bed, clearly not fazed by his attitude.

Unable to resist any of her deliciously baked goods (she knew all his weaknesses, damn her preggo senses), he sat up on his bed and faced her for the first time.

"You know, Brittany thinks he really likes you," she mentioned as she handed him a biscuit that was already buttered to perfection, along with a napkin.

"I don't want to talk or even think about it," he mumbled in between bites. "And besides, since when did Brittany ever say anything meaningful?"

"I think you need to, Noah," she started, ignoring his jab at the blonde. "I know it hurts to think this was all a lie, but I talked to Mercedes before you got home."

She paused, placing a comforting hand on his knee as the tanned teen glared at the mentioned of Kurt's best friend. He was so not happy with his "ex" girlfriend.

"She knew you liked Kurt, supposedly your feelings were pretty obvious to anyone who looked. She only started this bet because she knew Kurt would fall for you, too. Mercedes, of course, didn't tell him all this, but she knows her boy just like I know you. She knew he couldn't pass up a bet, and would thus realize his feelings all on his own. If she had told him from the start she knew you two would fall for each other, he would have laughed in her face and vehemently denied it until she gave up."

"Yeah, and what happens if Kurt had never 'fallen' for me," Noah asked, thinking the story sounding like a load of bullshit she spewed to cover her own ass.

"She never considered that an option," Quinn told the boy as she handed him another biscuit. "And if it wasn't for Santana, you two would be happily together and the whole 'bet' would be a non-existent topic."

"Whatever, Quinny, I just need time to think."

"I respect that, Noah, I really do. But I think, in time, you need to have a talk with Kurt. You two could really make each other happy, and I don't want to see you push something good out of your life."

"Fine then, what do you think of the whole situation?" he questioned, knowing her insight was usually on point, and she was just dying to share it .

"I don't think the bet was a good idea, Mercedes definitely could have come up with a better match making plan. But I agree with her. I think he really, truly does like you, and you clearly like him too. You two would be perfect together."

Pictures of the two of them walking hand in hand down the school hallway together suddenly assaulted his thoughts. They had looked fucking amazing together. But he still couldn't get passed the hurt and doubt that this was all part of an even more elaborate plan to bring him down even further. After all, he'd been the epitome of douche to Kurt for years. Well, Karofsky was probably even more of a douche, but whatever. Why would Kurt want him? He had nothing to offer the smarter, richer, more talented boy except his looks and muscles. And what the fuck was Kurt going to do with that when he was already extremely attractive in his own way? Noah wasn't really looking to be anyone's personal slave, but, if it came down to it, maybe he'd make an exception so he could be around Kurt more. He was so god damn pathetic, it hurt.

Noah sat on the gym bleachers waiting impatiently for Ross to arrive for practice. Stupid fucker was going to make them all have to run extra laps again, and considering the fact that he barely slept the night before, he so wasn't looking forward to the extra exercise.

Yesterday after the pep rally, Noah had taken Quinn to yet another doctor's appointment. While sitting next to Quinn, who was focused intensely on the issue of Teen People magazine in front of her (apparently Selena Gomez and that Bieber kid had taken a vacation to Hawaii. Yawn.), Noah's cell phone began to buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out and realizing Mike was calling, he quickly stepped outside into the cool fresh air.

"What up man?" he asked. "Can't really talk, they're about to call Quinn back for an ultra sound."

"That's cool bro, just wanted to let you know I talked to Kurt-"

"Dude, total breaking of bro code right there. You can't talk to my ex, no matter what the circumstance is, at least for a week."

Okay, well he might have made the week part up, but he was still slightly jealous of the fact that Mike had once had a pretty big crush on Kurt. Whatever. Quinn's preggo hormones must be contagious or something. He'd have to ask the doctor about it when Quinny was distracted.

"I was just trying to talk to him to get you guys back together. But get this, he totally thinks we have something going on. He completely told me to back off."

Noah laughed, imagining a red faced Kurt with his hand on his hip and poking Mike in the chest with his pointer finger while delivering a verbal assault.

"…he even called me a 'freakin slut.'"

So Kurt was jealous of Mike and him? This was an interesting development. He had seen Kurt's possessiveness with the cougar at the park, but he thought it had been an act once the bet was revealed. But now what? What was Kurt up to? Kurt probably didn't like anyone touching his possessions, Noah scoffed, as he hung up with Mike and made his way back into the office. He was nothing to Kurt but a prize to be won.

Noah had spent the rest of the day acting like everything was normal, hoping to avoid another "talk" with Quinn. He just didn't know what to say at this point. So, by the time his usual bed time rolled around (he set it himself, thank you very much), his thoughts were all a jumbled mess.

He wanted to get back with Kurt, he really really did. But it was so hard to trust Kurt after this "bet" mess. What if he did that routine just to make Noah jealous (which, sadly, completely worked)? He saw red every time he thought of how half the school staring lustfully at HIS boy. What if Kurt was in cahoots with Karofsky to break him down until he was permanently at the bottom of the social ladder so that they could take over McKinley as the gay it couple? He shuddered at the thought of Karofsky running his paws over Kurt's delicate body, but he couldn't get passed all the "what if's" of getting back together with Kurt. He even debated talking to Ms. Pillsbury about it all. He was so beyond pathetic, he was probably in his own realm of Loser.

Noah was shaken from his thoughts by the gym door opening.

Fucking finally!

Looking up from the spot on the gym floor he'd been staring at for the past ten minutes, Noah noticed immediately that Ross had walked in on fucking crutches. Holy shit, their team was so screwed.

Standing next to Mike, the two listened as Ross explained to Coach Johnson about how he sprained his knee in a game with his brother and would be out for three weeks. Before they could even begin to wonder how they would win against Carmel tonight, a small voice spoke up.

"Coach Johnson, I think I have a solution to your problem. I would like to audition to be on the team."

Noah, despite his serious confusion, couldn't help but smile at Kurt's incorrect terminology. He was just too cute sometimes.

Glancing over to Finn, who (as usual) looked confused, Noah concluded that the taller boy obviously didn't know his future step brother was a basketball player either. But at this point, was there anything they truly knew about Kurt? Seriously, at this point, he wouldn't be surprised if Kurt had a secret boner for Rachel Berry.

Wondering why Kurt would join the basketball team so suddenly when he'd never shown interest any interests in sports, Noah easily figured out the answer when Gilbert, the assistant coach, pointed out that half the Carmel boys shared the same sexual preference as the smaller teen.

He couldn't fucking believe that Kurt was going to flaunt himself around to the Carmel boys, especially while Noah was around. Was he already tired of the attention of McKinley boys? Noah would never admit that he stalked Kurt's Facebook page before he went to bed each night, but he had definitely noticed he was suddenly friends with a lot more of their male peers since the Cheerio's dance yesterday.

Needing a "productive" release for his anger, Noah targeted James Hubbard, their annoying back up three point shooter who was running his mouth about Kurt joining the team. He might not be very happy with Kurt at the moment, but he couldn't stand by and let the kid diss gay people. After all, those were his and Mike's "people" too.

After delivering his own version of a verbal assault, which may not have been as witty as Kurt's, but it definitely got the point across, he also decided to ignore the fact that he kind of somewhat came out to his teammates. Or at least, gave them something to wonder about. Apparently, many of his classmates decided that his little one-day relationship with Kurt had all just been a joke, and he was still totally straight.

He directed the team to begin taking their laps around the gym and turned to face Kurt. Tired of being messed with, Noah demanded Kurt leave him alone and tried to not be impressed when Kurt later made seven straight three point attempts in a row.

It looked like Kurt would be sticking around until Ross got better, so Noah decided to do a little of his own scheming. Noah Puckerman was not one to be messed with. He would fight fire with fire, Charizard style.