A/N: Thanks for the reviews/alerts/favorites. Sorry this took long. Sometimes, I really find it hard to write something good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Chapter 3:

Kurt was just about to apply his lip gloss when the doorbell rung. "I'll get that Cedes!" He shouted towards the living room. Mercedes agreed to babysit Lucas for the night because of his dinner date with Damien. He glanced at his bedroom clock and saw that Damien was thirty minutes earlier than their agreed time. Kurt sighed deeply as he smoothed down his black cotton turtleneck and quickly marched out of the room to get the door.

What he saw when he opened the door made his jaw dropped to the floor along with his heart.

"Hi Kurt." It was Noah Puckerman in a delectable three piece Armani suit. In his right hand was a huge bouquet of yellow daisies, Kurt's favorite flower.

Kurt did the most logical thing to do. He slammed the door on Puck's face and ran quickly to the living room.

***!***

Puck bumped his head weakly against Kurt's front door as the bouquet of flowers dropped unceremoniously on the floor. Of course he was anticipating that reaction from Kurt. He should have known better when he ran away from him when they bumped into each other at the groceries. Having Kurt materialized in front of him brought back the flood of memories he had with the brunette. He was also painfully reminded of what had happened four years ago when he broke up with him to have a silly love affair with someone else.

He was young then and he had thought that what he had with Kurt was not serious compared to the blonde he met in his Calculus class. He thought wrong because after a month of dating the blonde, they broke up because he felt nothing every time they touched or kissed. He knew that he had made the biggest mistake of his life when he broke up with Kurt. And right after he heard the news that Kurt left the city to go back to his hometown, he felt all kinds of emotions. He wanted to stop the younger man and tell him that he was sorry but somehow, he couldn't get himself to do so. Every time Kurt passed by him when they met at the hallway of NYU, Kurt always averted his gaze or sometimes pretended he hadn't seen him. He was too much of a coward to go after Kurt because he was ashamed of himself for giving into temptations. And he knew that Kurt was probably mad at him and would not take him back.

Seeing Kurt for the first time in years made him fall in love all over again but he knew he was too late now since it was clear that Kurt already had a family. He was just here to pay a visit and apologize as well. He wouldn't deny it. It pained him when he learned that the adorable baby boy was Kurt's. That should have been his if he didn't fool around. He hated himself right now.

Suddenly the door flew open again and he was met with a furious Mercedes Jones.

"What are you doing here Puck?" Mercedes asked in a fierce tone, her hands on her hips.

"I just came here to talk to Kurt?" He said in a low tone, not meeting Mercedes's heated gaze.

"Really Puck? You have the nerve to show up after all those years?" Mercedes asked in an incredulous. Puck couldn't blame her. She was Kurt's best friend and she probably hated him ten times more. "How did you even know where he lives?"

"I followed him yesterday from the grocery." He admitted. There was no use telling a lie.

Mercedes shook her head in disbelief. "Kurt is okay now Puck. He's happy now. You don't have to ruin it for him. You owed him that much." The words were like knives stabbing in his chest. He then noticed that Mercedes was eyeing someone behind him. He turned around and saw tall black haired guy carrying the same bouquet of flowers he had brought earlier and was now currently lying in a wilted heap on the floor.

"Hey Damien." Mercedes greeted, her smile wide. "Kurt's inside."

"Uh hey. Is it a bad time?" Damien asked awkwardly as he darted his gaze between Puck and Mercedes.

"No. Actually this guy is leaving." Mercedes answered then she turned to him. "Right?" It was more a statement than a question. Puck bit his lip and nodded as he turned around to walk to the elevators. He took one last look over his shoulder and saw Damien handing Kurt the bouquet as Kurt blushed a deep red as he gave the guy a quick kiss on the cheek. Pain washed over him like thousand needles.

Mercedes was right. Kurt was happy now. And Kurt didn't need him anymore.

***!***

"Thanks for the dinner Dame. I really enjoyed it." Kurt said as soon as he climbed out of Damien's beemer. Truth was, he was distracted all throughout the dinner. His body was physically there but his mind wasn't. He knew that Damien felt his uneasiness because he hadn't insisted on watching a movie. He was thankful that Damien was really sensitive with his moods and he somehow felt guilty for not giving the guy his full attention.

"Really? I thought I suck bad tonight." Damien said good-naturedly as they walked at the familiar path towards Kurt's apartment. Kurt stopped abruptly and Damien automatically placed his hand at the small of his back.

"You didn't suck tonight." Kurt said softly as he looked at Damien's green eyes. Why couldn't he bring himself to fall for Damien? He was a sweet, fun-loving and laid back kind of guy. Plus, Lucas adored him. But somehow, his heart and brain were too stubborn because they still both cheered for that one person he really didn't want to think right now.

"It's nice to hear that from you." Damien said as he pulled back his hand and stuffed it inside the pocket of his trousers. "So I'll see you tomorrow then?" Damien finally said as he kissed him gently on the cheek and then jogged towards his beemer. Kurt waved as Damien gunned the engine and left the curb. Kurt stayed until Damien's car disappeared in a corner.

He hummed softly as he pushed the front door of the apartment and just as he was about to step in, a hand on his elbow stopped him. He quickly turned around and met a pair of hazel eyes.

"Noah." He gasped as his eyes focused on Puck's handsome face. Age had not changed him a bit. He lost weight but still muscular. Kurt could even smell the familiar scent of his aftershave. "What are you doing here?" He asked bravely as he gently pulled his elbow away from Puck.

"I just need to talk you." Puck said and Kurt noticed that he looked tired. "And apologize for what happen. I know that it's too late because I know that you have a family now but I just need to say that I'm sorry."

Kurt's breathe hitched. He really didn't need this right now. He couldn't have Puck apologizing to him because he couldn't trust himself not to give in to those beautiful eyes. Yes he had forgiven Puck a long time ago but it was different with what was happening right now. Puck was actually here to apologize. He had not prepared himself for this.

"Noah please. Can we not talk about this right now?" Kurt said as he took a step back. Puck's scent was filling his senses and he was having an urge to hug Lucas's father and kiss him but of course, he wouldn't dare do that.

"That guy, he was lucky to have you." Puck said quietly as he gave a small painful smile. "How long have you been married to him?"

Kurt's eyes widened. Puck thought that he was already a married man. Puck must have made his own conclusion when he saw Lucas and then Damien.

"Two years." Kurt lied and he didn't miss the pain that crossed Puck's face. He wanted to catch the words back but somehow he knew that this would be better. He couldn't trust Puck again. Not after what he did to him in the past. He couldn't bring himself to trust the man who left him for someone else. This was not the time to feel guilty. If there was someone who should feel guilty, it should be Puck.

Puck smiled despite the obvious discomfort showing on his face and Kurt's heart broke at the sight. "Of course, you deserved to be happy. It was a fool of me to think that you're still single until now. You're too beautiful to be single." Puck ran his hand on his short hair as he let out a huge breath like he was trying hard not to cry. Kurt laughed at the thought. Noah Puckerman didn't roll that way. "I'm not going to keep you here. Goodnight Kurt." Puck said as he handed him a single white rose. Kurt's eyes moistened when he remembered what the flower stood for. Puck always gave him a single white rose whenever he was sorry after a huge fight. It was one thing he loved about Puck. It didn't matter whose fault was the fight, he was surely to get a single white rose the next day.

Kurt watched as Puck walked away. He took the card stapled to the stem and tears dropped from his eyes.

I'm sorry Kurt. And I know it's hard to believe but I'm still and always be in love with you. – Puck

Kurt turned around weakly, his heart heavy in his chest. He took one last look over his shoulder and saw Puck standing in the middle of the road. With a deep sigh, he stepped inside completely and closed the door of the apartment behind him.

Time might have healed his wounds but it didn't make him forget. But why did he feel a sudden hollow emptiness inside him?

Tbc…

A/N: All mistakes are mine.