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Chapter 4:

"Wait, what did you say?" Mercedes asked incredulously as she followed him to Lucas's room. Kurt smiled softly as he saw his baby sleeping peacefully on his bed. He leaned down carefully and gave Lucas a gentle kiss on his chubby left cheek then he breathed in deeply before turning back to his best friend.

"I told Puck that Damien is my husband." Kurt said in a low tone as she pushed Mercedes outside so they could talk in the living room. "And I think he bought it."

"You told Puckerman that Damien is your husband? Why did you do that?" Mercedes asked with her eyes wide as saucers.

Kurt wrung his fingers as he sat on the large sofa. Now that he was finally able to talk to his best friend about what he just did, it was now beginning to show its full weight. He was finally beginning to realize that what he just did was all kinds of wrong.

"I don't know what made me say it. It's just that he asked how long I've been married to Damien so I answered. Oh god, I just made a mistake, did I?" He said, glancing helplessly at Mercedes who in returned just raised an eyebrow at him.

"If I were you, I'll tell Puck the truth." Mercedes said simply.

"Including Lucas being his son?" Kurt asked as he felt a cold sensation on his spine. He was not yet ready to tell Puck about Lucas. Call him crazy but every time he imagined that situation, there was always this nagging feeling that Puck would take Lucas away from him. Just the thought of being away with his baby was enough to kill him.

"Hell no." Mercedes answered. "I was just saying that you should tell Puck that Damien is not your husband."

Kurt frowned. He knew that his best friend hated Puck for what he did to him. He was somehow expecting her to approve of his little lie. "It'll probably for the best. That way, Puck will stay away from me and Lucas." He said but somehow, saying those words left bitter taste in his mouth. He shook his head as if to erase those thoughts away.

Mercedes crossed her arms on her chest and pursed her lips together. Kurt knew that signature gesture. His best friend was starting to get impatient. "It's unfair to Damien. You know that the guy is in love with you for the longest time and he will surely jump the chance of playing husband with you. It's wrong Kurt. No matter how you see it, it will always point to one thing." Mercedes paused as if she was trying not to say the words out loud but then she continued. "That you are just using Damien. He doesn't deserve it Kurt and you know it."

He sighed deeply. Mercedes was right. It was unfair to Damien but then, he couldn't exactly go and tell Puck that he was just kidding when he said that he was already married. He buried his face in his hands in defeat. Two days ago, his life was normal, then without warning, the last person he wanted to see showed up and shook his world.

He was taken aback when he felt a hand on his left shoulder. He looked up and saw Mercedes as her face slowly split into a grin.

"Whatever your decisions may be, I'm right behind you." His best friend said as she tapped his shoulder. "I just hope that nobody gets hurt in then end. Especially you." She said finally as she grabbed her purse from the center table and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you and Lucas tomorrow."

Kurt made a little wave as he watched Mercedes closed the door behind her. He was now finally alone with his thoughts. He knew that he should make his decisions sooner rather than later. It was either let Puck think that he was already married or tell him the truth that he really wasn't.

Again, another nagging feeling was poking him at the back of his head. It was the feeling he liked the least.

The feeling that even after all those years, he was still not over Noah Puckerman.

***!***

Puck squinted at the sudden burst of light in the kitchen where he was currently nursing a bottle of a 29-year old scotch.

"Oh my god Noah! What are you doing in the dark?" It was Rachel fucking Berry clutching her bag on her chest like her life was depended on it. For some reasons, he had become best friends with the petite diva. Maybe it was because they shared the same religion or there was some kind of fucked up force that made them the best of friends. Or maybe because they shared the same classes in college and he had no other one to copy his notes from. Whatever the reasons maybe, he was glad that Rachel agreed to go back to Lima with him. It was a good thing that Rachel's two dads were still residing in Lima or they would have no one to crash into since his mother and sister were already relocated in New York.

"Hey Rach." Puck greeted as he raised a glass at her. Rachel scowled at him as she quickly strode towards him and grabbed the glass. "Hey, that's expensive wine." It didn't seem to rattle Rachel as she tossed the rest of the content in the kitchen sink.

"You haven't drink in years. Why are you drinking now?" Rachel asked as she sat on the stool next to him. It was true that he already stopped drinking ever since that one night he drunk himself to oblivion and got hospitalized due to alcohol poisoning. Since that event, he vowed never to touch alcohol again but since that news he just heard a while ago, drinking would be the best option so he could forget about it even just for a while.

"Kurt is already married." He blurted out, not meeting his best friend's eyes because if he did, he knew he would surely crumple into a heartbroken heap. He heard Rachel's breath hitched. "I went to his apartment like what you told me and I saw the guy kissed him. And then the guy left and that's when I took the opportunity to talk to him. Then I ask how long he's been married, he said for two years with that guy." He said in a monotone. He had a hard time saying those words but he needed it to be out of his system or else he would explode.

"Did you hear yourself Noah?" Rachel asked in her condescending tone which everybody hated but he had gotten used to. "I can't believe a hotshot engineer like you believed that."

Puck frowned. "What do you mean?" He rubbed his temple in soothing circles as he tried to comprehend what Rachel was trying to say. He was beginning to feel a headache coming.

"You said the guy left after he kissed Kurt and then Kurt told you he was married to the guy. Unless they have some weird housing arrangement, I think there's something wrong with that picture." Rachel said in one breath. Rachel never ceased to amaze him with her impeccable talent of speaking without a pause.

Puck looked at her as it started to dawn on him. Fucking hell. Rachel was right. Why he hadn't realized that before? Was he too hurt that time or was he just too focused on Kurt and how he managed to stay so beautiful even after those years?

"Crap, you're right Rach. It's weird alright." Puck said. His heavy heart was starting to lighten up with that thought. Maybe Kurt was just trying to make him stay away by telling him that he was already married. He glanced at kitchen clock. It was only eleven in the evening. There was still time to go back to Kurt's apartment and confront him. He wouldn't wait another day. Grabbing his jacket on the back of the stool, he muttered a quick goodbye at Rachel who just gave a tiny nod as if she knew what he was going to do.

Maybe, there was still hope for him.

***!***

"Hey Kurt are you okay?" Damien asked him for the umpteenth time that day.

Kurt looked at Damien like he was seeing him for the first time. "Uh yeah." He muttered as he fed Lucas a small piece of cheesecake. They were currently hanging out at Damien's coffee shop.

"Are you sure? Because you haven't yet scarfed down your precious biscotti." Damien said with a smile as he handed him a cup of double cappuccino. "Is there something bothering you? You've been quiet the whole day. Am I that bad at dating that you still feel miserable until now?" Damien added good-naturedly.

Kurt shook his head and gave Damien a smile. Damien shrugged and smiled back as he excused himself to attend to a complaining customer at the counter who was getting louder every second. It gave Kurt time to think. It had bugged him the whole night and he still didn't know yet what to do.

Kurt was surprised when he opened the door. He thought it was Mrs. Becker because the old woman seemed to grow a habit of knocking on his door before midnight to give Lucas all kinds of sweets from her bakeshop. Tonight was different because instead of the old sweet lady, it was Puck.

"What are you doing here?" He asked for the second time that night.

"You lied to me Kurt. You're not yet married." Puck said in a low voice.

Kurt remembered how he struggled for the right words when he heard what Puck said. He was really taken aback but he wouldn't let Puck, of all people, to make him uncomfortable in his territory. With a heavy sigh, he admitted that yes, he lied. Puck's reaction was something he didn't expect.

"Why did you say so? Is it because you hated me so much? If you only knew how much I regretted breaking up with you."

Kurt just stared at him, unable to say anything because truth was, he had no words. Puck admitting that he regretted breaking up with him was too much to handle, unbelievable at best.

"Can I ask for a second chance?" Puck asked suddenly. Kurt looked up at him and saw the look of sincerity on his face.

"I don't know Noah." Kurt said. His heart started to pound in his chest as he begun to feel the gravity of the situation.

"Meet me at the park tomorrow at five in the afternoon. By the swing where you wrote your first original song for glee club and where I disturbed you endlessly." Puck said. Kurt almost laughed. It was weird that Puck still remembered that spot at the park. "If you come, it means that you are giving me a second chance."

Kurt sucked in a sharp breath and Lucas gave him a weird look. Well he really didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to give Puck a second chance but the other part of him was scared that Puck might leave him again. He knew that that fear would never leave his heart.

"Hey sexy mama, you ready for some movie?" Damien asked as he slid next to Lucas who quickly offered him a piece of his cupcake on which Damien swallowed adorably. Lucas let out a loud shriek when Damien playfully bit his finger. Kurt smiled despite of the impending drama.

"Don't call me sexy mama." Kurt scolded as he reached out to wipe Lucas's face. Out of habit he glanced at his wrist watch. It was already four in the afternoon. One hour to go.

"Well can I just call you sexy?" Damien asked flirtatiously with a wiggle of his eyebrow. Kurt slapped his shoulder playfully. "So what now? Cedes said she's up to babysit this little devil."

Kurt shook his head at Damien's persistence. Well maybe it was high time for him to do something for himself. He wouldn't let Puck dictate him on what he could and couldn't do. And it wasn't like Puck would show up. He was a fool to even think that Puck would actually meet him there.

"Fine. Let's go." Kurt said as Damien made a loud whoop followed by loud clapping from Lucas.

***!***

It was already ten in the evening when he got home from the movie with Damien. He smiled as he remembered Damien draping his arms awkwardly around his shoulders. It was so adorable that Kurt let out a laugh which made Damien blushed deeply.

"Hey Kurt. I saw Puckerman at the park today." Mercedes said, snapping him out of his haze. "But I don't think he saw me and Lucas." She added as she yanked open the fridge and grabbed the bottle of OJ.

"He's there?" Kurt asked quietly. He was having a hard time absorbing what he just heard.

"Yeah. And he was still there when Luke and I went home."

"What time did you go home?" Kurt asked as blood rushed to his ear.

"It's almost passed seven. Lucas was mesmerized by the balloon vendor." Mercedes said with a laugh as she drunk her juice.

Kurt couldn't believe it. Puck waited for him and he stood him up.

***!***

Puck glanced at his wrist watch. It was already ten in the evening. He stood up from the swing with a defeated sigh. He should just man up and take it.

Kurt was really over him.

Tbc..

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