A/N - So this is the sad ending to the story. I posted the happy one first so please don't hate on me for this ending. This took me a long to post. I ended up not wanting to put this up for a long time. If you don't want to read true angst then please don't read this chapter. This chapter is for 50Whiskey.
"Kurt. I have to tell you something." Looking up from their new TV and the movie they were watching Kurt lifted an eyebrow and looked over at Puck. "Yeah?" Even though they had agreed that they would watch whatever movie the other had chosen for the night Kurt learned quickly that if Puck didn't like the movie he would spend most of it just talking or making fun of it. Kurt had chosen the movie "Get Real". It was one of those funny British movie's about gay teens finding themselves. Puck had pointed out often how they seemed to run after every display of emotion. Kurt hadn't really thought about that but once Puck had pointed it out Kurt couldn't help but see how right he was about it.
"Kurt. This movie so sucks."
"Hey now. It may not be the best thing out there but don't think i haven't seen you trying not to laugh at the funny parts. Besides i sat though "Fight Club" for you and didn't bitch this much"
"I was trying not to insult you by not laughing at how much it sucks not how funny it is." Puck said not quite making eye contact with Kurt and looking like he was fighting back another smile. "Sure Puck. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Isn't that what you said when I made you watch "Breakfast at Tiffany's too'?"
"Whatever dude. Besides you know what helps me sleep at night." Puck said while licking his lips and eying Kurt's body. Blushing Kurt fought the urge to look down and settled for slapping Puck upside the head and saying "Don't call me dude, Puck." AT that Puck picked up a pillow and threw it at Kurt. "Make me stop. . . dude." Puck mocked.
At that Kurt launched himself at Puck armed with a small pillow with which he promptly starting hitting Pucks head with. Startled by the sudden movement Puck was barely able to bring his arms up to shield himself. Puck still got knocked over and straddled by Kurt. After a few more hits to the head Kurt paused in his attack and said "So Noah. Will you stop calling me dude?" Kurt arched a perfect eyebrow poised to resume the onslaught.
Taking a few deep breaths Puck lowered his arms slightly and looked at Kurt with the puppy dog eye's he knew Kurt couldn't resit. Smirking inside when Kurt's arm lowered a faction. Puck could see him breaking down and fight a small smile. Timing the moment Puck waited till the pillow dropped just a bit more then surprised Kurt by siting up right fast and knocking him onto his back. "No Kurt dude. Ill never stop." Preceding to tickle Kurt's sides till he was laughing so hard he Kurt started crying. Begging for Puck to stop.
Puck relented and sat back a bit to admire his handiwork. Kurt was flushed and his hair was a mess. He had a just fucked look going on that really started to turn Puck on so he leaned over and kissed Kurt.
After a few minutes of heavy making out Puck pulled back a bit and looked deep into Kurt's eye's. "I love you Noah." Kurt said breathless.
"I love you too Kurt. . . " then smirked at the younger boy and finished ". . . Let's go run somewhere now!" That startled Kurt into a burst of laughter that changed quickly into a moan of pleasure when Puck started to grind his ass onto Kurt's dick.
Ignoring the movie still playing in the background Puck reached down and slowly started stripping them both of their cloths. Once they were both naked Puck reached down by the bed and grabbed the lube handing it to Kurt. Still grinding his ass down onto Kurt's cock Puck broke the kiss to whisper in Kurt's ear "I want you to fuck me Kurt."
Kurt's eye's snapped open and he whispered back "Are you sure Noah?" Puck just nodded at him and went back to kissing his boyfriend.
Burt Hummel was miserable. He spent every free moment regretting everything he had done to his only child. He barely eats anymore, barely sleeps anymore. Every time he tries to fall asleep Burt is assaulted with nightmares of what could have happened to his son out there in the world. Sure he may have found a boyfriend and is well enough to come and punch Burt in the face but that doesn't mean he's happy. He should be in school still. Without having to worry about big things like rent and paying for food.
Burt had asked everyone he knew to keep an eye for Kurt. Mercedes still wont tell him where he is living or working. Burt doesn't know where to even begin the search but he still spends allot of his free time looking. He has covered almost all of Lima twice. Combing it for any clue as to where his son is.
Every night he sits by the phone waiting for his son or a friend to call and give him the news he needs to hear. Over the past 2 months there has been 7 close calls. But every time he gets there it's just some teenager who looks like his son but isn't.
At 10 p.m. his cell phone rings. Looking down he sees its a friend he asked to keep in eye out.
"Hey Joe" He answers.
"Hey Burt. I don't want to get your hopes up again but down at this gas station and I think I see Kurt working inside. He's talking to some dude with a Mohawk."
"Shit! That has to be him! Follow him! Call me if he moves. I'll be right down. Where did you say this gas station was?"
Writing down the cross streets Burt cant help but be relieved. This time it sounds like it just might be his son. But at the same time he's worried. That area is in the worst part of Lima you can get to. Anything could happen.
Rushing out of the house and speeding down the road Burt doesn't notice that he forgot his phone in his haste or that's its ringing again.
"Come on babe. You know you want to try it." Puck said leaning against the counter waiting for Kurt to get off work.
"No Noah. I will not and never will get my nipple pierced." Kurt was flipping though a magazine trying and failing to ignore Puck and his stupid ideas. Looking out the window whenever a car pulls up to get gas. There's been 2 cars sitting out there for a few minutes now. Once is still parked at a pump and the other is backed into a spot near the doors.
"Fine. How about getting your ear's pierced? Just think of all the earrings you could get that would go with your cloths."
The one thing that bothered him the most about Noah is that once he wants you to do something it takes allot to change his mind. The scary part is that he has a way to word things so that you might do them after all. Kurt stopped flipping though the magazine thinking about it. Maybe he would get his ears done. It's not like he hasn't thought of it before.
"Besides babe, I'm thinking about getting my tongue pierced. . . " Noah leans in close and whispers in Kurt's ear ". . . Just think about having that lick up and down your cock." Noah pulls back and smirks when he sees Kurt's eye's glaze over.
Chuckling Puck looks out the glass doors just in time to see a man get out of the car near the doors. Not really thinking anything of it Puck turns back to watch Kurt lick his lips.
Suddenly there's a gun pointed right at Kurt's head and the man is screaming about opening the cash register and giving him the money inside. Puck doesn't think beyond the need to protect Kurt so he rushes the man who's pretty quick and swings the gun around just in time to shot Puck in the chest twice.
"NOAH!" Kurt screams and tries to grab the gun out of the man's hands only to take a few shots to the chest himself. Straining his eyes to look up Puck sees Kurt slumped over the counter. As as vision fails Puck sees Kurt still trying to reach a hand down to him. "Kurt. . . " and everything goes black.
Burt pulls up to the gas station that's surrounded by police cars and a few ambulances. Getting out he tries to walk inside but is held back but a officer.
"Sir you can't go in there. This is a crime scene. I have to ask you to step back."
"My son's in there. I have to talk to him! Let me go talk with him!"
"Your son? Are you sure sir?"
"Yes I'm sure! What happened is he alright!"
"Was your son's name Noah or Kurtis?"
"Kurt. Just tell me what happened, please."
"It looks like a robber tried to steal the money here. Noah Puckerman tried to stop him but got shot. When Kurt saw Noah get shot he tried to take the gun away and got shot himself. Both were killed before we could get here and the robber made it away. That guy over there talking to officer Stevens saw the whole thing while pumping gas and called 911 as soon as he saw the gun. I'm sorry sir but I'm afraid your son is dead."
Burt stumbled back to his car. Unable to open the door he just slide down to the ground staring blankly at the gas station. Joe walked over and slide down besides Burt. "I'm so sorry Burt. It all happened so fast. By the time I got off the phone with the police I heard the gun shots and the robber jumped into his car."
Burt sat there till the police asked him to come and identify the body.