A/N: Due to insistent demand (44 to be exact) here it is. This fiction will be a short one. I only planned five chapters. I was about to post the whole thing in one go but something came up. I suggest you read the first chapter to refresh your memory. Cheers!

A/N 2: Made some corrections here courtesy of ViperDaisy. Thanks for pointing out honey.

Chapter 2:

It had been six months since Puck broke up with him but the pain was still fresh as ever.

I love him. I never stopped. I never will. He thought as tears started to flow from his eyes. He swiped it away harshly. He was tired of crying. Tired of waiting for Puck to come to his senses and tell him that breaking up with him was a mistake but seemed like Puck already moved on and he was left and forgotten like a bad memory.

"Kurt, I asked if you're ready to go to the doctor for the ultrasound." He heard Mercedes said. He slowly looked at her from the bed. "But if you don't feel like it, we could always reschedule."

He quickly wiped away his face to remove the remnants of tears. He didn't want to show Mercedes that he was crying again. He knew that his best friend was not really a fan of him crying over Puck. She'd told him million times already that it was now high time to forget about the guy who left him without so much as a backward glance. But no matter how he tried to push Puck out of his heart, he just couldn't. How could he if a part of Puck was growing inside him?

"Yeah of course, let's go. Let's just leave a note for dad." He said as he stood up from the bed. Two months ago, Kurt decided to go back to Lima. Both he and Mercedes finished the second term of school before they decided to have his pregnancy back home. Mercedes said that it would be good for him to be with his family at times like this and she was right.

Kurt remembered the time he told his dad about what happened between him and Puck and the pregnancy. Burt hadn't said a word. His dad just gave him a tight hug and told him that everything would be alright. Even Finn and Carole were supportive. Aside from Mercedes, they were the ones who had been with him with every weird craving, morning sickness and doctor's appointments. Being with them made the pains in his heart go away for a while but the problem was, every time that he was alone by himself, the pain came back fresh as ever. Sometimes, he even wondered if he could move on. He still loved Puck and sometimes it scared him that he might not love anyone else except him.

"Kurt, are you thinking about Puck again?" Mercedes said, snapping him out of his thoughts. Kurt looked at his best friend and shook his head but Mercedes just shrugged at him. Mercedes knew he was lying but it was a good thing that she didn't call him on that. "Fine, just get ready. I'm excited to know the baby's gender."

Kurt smiled at her. He was thankful that she understood. He walked over his closet to change into a much comfortable clothes. Maybe, it was time for him to learn to live without Puck. After all, it had been six months since they broke up and in that span of time, he didn't have any forms of communication with him. It was clear that Puck had already moved on.

Maybe it was now time for him to do so.

***puckurt***

Three years later.

"Lucas, baby. Papa's home." Kurt called out inside his apartment as he tossed his bag on his living room couch. It'd been a long day at his boutique and all he wanted was to soak in a hot bath with his three-year old.

A chubby brown haired toddler zoomed towards him and Kurt couldn't help but giggle. Lucas had grown into a very hyper kid. He was always running around the apartment and Kurt had to make sure that his apartment was child safe.

"Papa." Lucas cooed as he reached out his chubby little hands at him. Kurt quickly scooped up his baby and smothered his rosy chubby cheeks with butterfly kisses. "Ewww, stop papa."

"Can't papa kiss his baby?" Kurt asked in a tiny voice as he playfully poked Lucas' stomach. Lucas let out a loud giggle as Kurt ruffled his wavy hair which now curled on the collar of his shirt. Kurt sometimes felt a pang in his heart every time he looked at his baby. Don't get him wrong, he loved Lucas into pieces and the thought of losing him made him want to die, but one look at his baby reminded him of a love lost. Lucas was a mirror image of Puck, from his hazel eyes, nose and full lips to the way he balled up his little fist when he was upset like Puck used to do. One time, his dad joked about getting Lucas a mohawk but immediately dismissed the idea when his dad saw the look of disapproval on his face. It wasn't like he still hated Puck because he had long forgiven him. How could he not when Puck had given him the greatest gift of all? And that was his beautiful baby.

"I see that my two favorite boys are having a fun time." A male voice said, interrupting his travel down the memory lane.

'"Damien." Kurt said in a surprised voice while Lucas shouted "Daddy Damien!" at the same time. "Where's Mercedes? She's supposed to babysit Luke today." He set down Lucas on the floor and the toddler quickly run towards Damien. The tall, dark, handsome and not to mention, the guy who'd been trying to woo him for the last two years, scooped up baby Lucas and settled him on his hips.

"She forgot that she has a dental appointment today so she asked if I could babysit this rascal." Damien said in his sexy voice. Kurt was already immune to that voice because he'd been hearing that for the past years.

Kurt remembered the first time he met him. It was two years ago when he and Mercedes made an emergency visit to the hospital because Lucas had had a high fever. He was so damn scared that time but thanked God for that hot intern who assisted them during the whole ordeal. Well, he wasn't a hypocrite to think that Damien wasn't good looking because the guy looked like he stepped off from an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.

"Oh crap, I'm sorry about that. You should have called me so you wouldn't have to be stuck with Lucas."

Damien gave him a lopsided smile and the corner of his blue eyes crinkled. "No worries Kurt. You know that I love being with Lucas." He said as he pinched the toddler's cheek. "Right Luke?"

"Damn straight!" Lucas said proudly and Kurt's eyes went wide and he looked at Damien questioningly. Damien just shrugged.

"Lucas Hummel, what did I say about bad words?" Kurt reprimanded as he raised an eyebrow.

"That they hurt my angel." Lucas answered in a manner which strongly reminded him of Puck. Oh god, it had been almost four years since he last saw Lucas' daddy but he still managed to creep in his memory.

"That's right. So now, go wash your hands so we could start dinner." Kurt said as Damien lowered Lucas on the floor. The toddler ran quickly towards the kitchens and Kurt shook his head at his three-year old's energy.

He turned at Damien. "I insist you stay for dinner."

Damien gave him a smile then shook his head. "I have to go back to the coffee shop. It's a Friday night and you know how it is."

Kurt nodded in understanding. He studied Damien for a while. He was not that bad but he couldn't fathom why he was not attracted to him. Damien was really a good guy and Lucas was fond of him and even called him Daddy Damien. Even Mercedes once asked him why he wouldn't want to give Damien a chance. He just said that Damien would just be a good friend to him, nothing deeper than that.

"Just leave it to your staff. They could handle it without you. I will make chicken alfredo and I know how much you love it." Kurt said as he gave Damien a lopsided smile.

"Fine Hummel, you know I can't resist that smile of yours. You're not playing fair." Damien said. "But in one condition."

Kurt placed a hand on his hip. "And what is that?"

"Have dinner with me at Breadstix tomorrow night."

Kurt wanted to say no, after all, he'd been saying no to his advances all the time. But maybe, he could give Damien a chance this time.

"Fine. I'll go with you. I'd love to." Damien made a fist pump as he quickly stole a quick kiss on Kurt's cheek then danced his way to the kitchen.

Maybe, it was also the time to give himself a chance on love too.

***puckurt***

"Yeah, yeah I heard you. Don't worry, I won't forget your precious Doritos." Kurt said on the phone to Mercedes. "Luke, don't go too far." Kurt shouted at the toddler who was now strutting his way along the aisle of chips. Kurt was not too worried on Lucas' safety because his baby was mature than most of his age and Lucas was already familiar with the grocery.

"I'll have dinner with Damien tonight." Kurt said as he grabbed three large bags of Doritos and threw it unceremoniously in the push cart. "I decided that maybe I should give him a chance. And I have to go now because Luke is probably unwrapping a chocolate bar now. Talk to you later." He quickly slid his phone in his pocket and pushed the cart in a quick pace.

"Baby, where are you. It's time to go." Kurt called out as he steered the cart towards the aisle of chocolates and candy bars. He spotted his son talking to a man who was down on his knees to be in the same height level with Lucas. He had told Lucas not to talk to strangers but seemed like his son was too amazed with the man he was talking to. He could hear a faint giggling sound and Lucas was throwing his chubby arms in the air which he always did every time he was excited of something. "Honey? Let's go."

Lucas turned to him and gestured at him to come closer.

"Papa, I want you to meet my new friend." Lucas said excitedly. The man slowly stood up straight and Kurt felt like the world was spinning. The man who always starred in his dreams and haunted his memory every waking moment was standing before his eyes.

"Kurt." The man said in that deep rich voice and Kurt's heart fluttered wildly.

Noah Puckerman just said his name after four years and Kurt was torn between throwing his arms around him and running away with Lucas.

Kurt chose the latter. He couldn't face Puck right now after all those years.

Tbc…

A/N: All mistakes are mine. And I know y'all hate the way I make you hang like that but it just the way it is. It wouldn't be a series if it didn't go that way. Right? Excuses, excuses. Sorry loves. Y'all know I love you all.