AN: Thansk so much for the favs. and reveiws! Its means alot to me! Sorry this chapter is kinda short. I tried. I had writers block all week so I didn't write anything. I wanted to write more but I felt like that was a good place to end it.
Warning!: this might be alittle sad/intense for some people.
I am not American, so I won't write things that American way, like colour.
Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors
Please reveiw and favourite. I will take suggestions, they do help alot.
And if you are reading this for hot steamy boy-on-boy sex, there is not going to be any. Im sorry, but I don't think I can write sex scenes or whatever. If I find someone else to write it for me, than I might.
Chapter 5- Please Noah?
I watched Finn bite his bottom lip, while running his finger through his thick greasy hair.
"So...uhh..um.."
"Yeah Finn?" I encouraged him
"Well, so, your, you t-think..."
"Yes Finn?"
"Umm, your in l-love with, uhh Kurt..?"
"Thats what I said"
"Uhh, are you sure?"
"Yep. Ive never been more sure. Im more sure then someone whos really sure of somthing" I smirked at my remark, only relizing it was stupid as hell.
Wow, he's taking this very well...
"Well, please stop"
Okay, spoke too soon, or thought I guess...
"Why?"
"'Cuz I know its some kind of joke, and your just gonna break his heart."
"No I won't"
"Yes you will"
"No"
"Yeah"
"No"
"Yeah"
"No. Besides, how do you just, not be in love with someone?"
"Oh please, don't act like you don't know. Your probably just craving sex or something. Teenage hormones. And your low on girls, and Kurt's, umm, lets just say, uhh "femene" enough for you."
"Look, its not like that..."
"Then what is it like Puck? Huh?"
"I don't know, but theres something about him-"
"And whats that something, huh?"
"I don't know! Look, I don't do relationships and romance and all that jazz" I said, adding jazz hands at the end. Nice touch Puck.
"Yeah, we all know that"
I was offened at that last remark, but it was true...
"But dude, listen to me"
"No! You listen to me! Back off form Kurt! He's mine!" Finn shouted
"Oh my gosh dude, did you just say Kurt's yours?"
"Uhh, no...I mean, yeah, but not like that. I meant hes uh my stepbrother.."
"Sure..."
"Its true Puckerman!"
"Ohhh, you are jealoussss!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Do you like-like Kurt?"
"Uhh, no! Well, I dont know, I don't think so" Finn said nervously
"Ohhh Finn has a man crush on Kurt" I teased, poking his stomach
"No way! Uhh, he is my step-brother!"
"And he's mine" I warned
"Yours huh?"
"Yep"
"Since when...?" He crooked an eyebrow
"I don't know...since I said"
"But, your not dating..."
"Yet"
"Yet?" he questioned
"Yeah, yet"
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"When he reliazes Im the one he wants, he'll ditch Sam and come to me"
"What if he wants me?" Finn questioned
"Well, he doesn't..anymore"
"Huh?"
"Look Finn, maybe your alittle jealous or just protetive, but you kinda had your chance, and you blew it, big time"
"And what makes you think you have a chance, huh? You threw him in dumpsters, called him names and ruined his high school years! He left because of you!" Finn yelled
"He left because of me?" I whispered
"Yeah, he did! You don't know what you guys did to him! He thinks he's worth nothing! And now he's dating some rapist"
"Oh no, Sam didn't..."
"He did"
"Shit"
"More than once"
"And I wasn't there to protect him.." I was fighting back the tears now. I kinda forgot how to cry because I haven't since the day my dad left.
"Do you honestly really care?"
I nodded. I do care.
"Than I guess you deserve to know the truth. Kurt came home, barley able to walk, and had scratches and bruises all over. I knew they were from Sam. I asked him what happened, and he told me everything. He was, was so calm about his voice was shaky. He told me to forget about it and that it wasn't a big deal. That it'd happened before, and , and" Finn tried to say, but ended up crying.
"It's okay Finn. I'll talk to Sam about it"
"No, you can't. Kurt said that he told Sam when he came home that night, he was alone. And if he tells anybody, he'll get it worse next time...and ..and" He tried to choke out, but just cried harder. I sat there, trying to comfort him, but it was hard, because it took all my strength not to punch that fuckin' Sam Evans pretty-boy face all the way to hell.
"Your just a scrawny little slut!" I heard Lauren shout out to Quinn.
"Screw off!" Quinn flipped her
"Your just a stupid hoe"
"Shut up" Quinn quenched her fists up. I could tell she was trying so hard not to yell back and punch her in the face. Quinn didn't need anymore trouble. And Lauren would probably beat her up.
"Your such alittle ugly bitch! Go to hell you aneroxic slut!" Lauren raised her fist
"You can't hit me"
"Yeah I can. Or did you get knocked up again?"
This can't be good. Lauren's mad. And when she's mad, all hell breaks lose.
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that" Kurt but in.
"What'd ya just say to me?" Lauren threatened.
"Oh my, I do hate to repeat myself. I said, back off" Kurt said, using his prissy voice.
"Watch it you lit-"
"Kurt" I franttically called, trying to break through the crowd.
And by the time I did, it was too late.
Kurt didn't come to school the next day, or the next. Lauren got him pretty good.
"Can't he just cover it up with make-up?" I asked Quinn.
"Uhhh, no. Why do you care? Having an urge to throw him in the dumpster again? Or happen to have a slushy at hand? You know what? Here a good idea, drink it!" She said, slamming her locker, right in my face. Nice.
"No, look, its not like that"
"Than what is it like Puck?"
"You see, well, Uhhh..." I said, looking around. Too many people here.
"Can we go somewhere where we can be alone? I have to tell you something"
"Whatever Puck" Quinn rolled her eyes
"You-your-rr i-in love with K-Kurt?" Quinn barley chocked out.
She was laughing. That bitch was laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked
"You said your in love with Kurt"
"Yeah? And again, why are you laughing?"
"You were serious?"
"Yeah..?"
"Stay away"
"What?"
"You heard me"
"Yeah, rude much" I said, trying to act offened.
"Look, I don't know whats going on in your cave man brain, but this is sick Puck, even for you" she jabbed her finger into my chest
"I know I haven't been that nice to Kurt," Quinn rolled her eyes at me, "Ok,ok, Ive been a complete ass to him. But I guess all this time I was confused and mad. Mad at him for being so cute and making me fall for him. And I was jeaolous and angry. I don't have any feelings for any one, exepct him. And I don't know what to do. Im scared."
"Good"
"What?"
"How is Kurt making you feel right now? Being with Sam, and not even adknowledging your pathetic existence?"
"Hey!"
"Its true" Quinn shrugged
"Right now? I wanna smack some sense into that kid."
"Why?"
"Sam"
"Oh" she said simply. Too simply...
"Do you know?"
"Everything"
"And I guess your not gonna tell me..." I sighed
"You don't want to know"
"Please?"
"Why? So you can tease him about it?"
"No, no. Not like that.."
"So you can pretend to be a hero, say you tried to stop it, so all the girls will fall into your stupid little trap! So you can tell everybody and make his life a living hell? Your not the good guy. And thats what Kurt needs. Your an jerk. Your not even gay!" Quinn squealed
"Nope. But I'm hummelsexual" I said, calmly.
"Oh my gosh, you have a name for it?"
"Yep" I cheekily smiled
"So, you re serious aren't you?"
"Yeah. More than serious then.." I said thinking, Im so not using the 'more serious than something really serious' again. "Something really, really serious"
Fuck.
"Alright there"
"So, can you tell me?"
"What?"
"You know"
"Why?"
"So I know what Im dealing with"
"And since when is this any of your business?"
"Since I fell in love with him"
Quinn just rolled her eyes and sighed.
And told me everything.
(*Bold- Puck
Italic-Kurt*
Theyre texting)
heey i heard that marc jacobs new spring clothes line came out or whatever that other day, i was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with meee.?
Hello Noah. I'd love too, but since when are you intrested in fashion?
im not , just thought itd b fun to hang out wit u i mean were friends rite
Yeah, of course. But are you sure you want to shopping? We can just go to the movies or something
wat will make u happy?
What do you mean?
i mean wat will make u happy.
I don't know, why would you want to know?
i wanna c u smile
Why, may I ask?
becuz u look so beautiful when u do
Well thank you Puck. How about I meet you at seven?
sure
Puck?
yeah
Why do you want to hang out?
i said were friends, and friends hang out
I guess.
and i wanna talk
About what?
stuff
What kind of stuff?
i dont know...stuff
Puckerman! You better tell me
u called me puckerman
Yeah..? Can't I call you what eveyone else does? Or if I say your name, it makes you a fag?
no, its that u never call me that
I just did.
what happened to noah?
You don't let anybody call you that
but your not just anybody
What do you mean?
i mean ur not just anybody..?
Okay...I'm starting to have second thoughts about the mall, I think you need a doctor or something
nope. and plze cum
Okay,see you soon Puckerman
its noah
Goodnight.
Stupid hungry pains, again.
I ran my hand threw my mohawk, for what seemed like the 100th time. And it probably was. I was so nervous and excited. I couldn't even think straight. The only noises I heard were faded out conversations. People talking with friends, family. They all seem happy. Too happy. People holding hands, feeding eachother icecream. It made me sick. Why can't I do this with the boy I love? Why can't I laugh and smile with Kurt? Why can't the world (well at atlest most of Lima) know that I was with Kurt? That I was the one who would kiss him in public, buy him things, and take him out on dates? Kurt is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and he deserves to be shown off. If I had Kurt, I'd crawl all around the world to make him happy. I'd count every single grain of sand for him. I'd give him the stars, the moon the sun , the wo- Wow. Wait a minute. Thats getting alittle to romantic for my taste. And cheesy. Really cheesy. Gosh I have alot to learn.
"Hey Puck" Kurt shyly waved.
"Kurt, your eye.."
"Its nothing"
"Yeah, that looks like something"
"Its okay" He faintly smiled.
"No, its not. Who did this?" I asked, concerned.
"Look, Puck, I appericate it, but -
"Kurt Hummel, who did this" I interupted. My voice was stern, hoping it would drill into his thick skull.
"I-I can't t-tell you" he chocked out, fighting back his tears
"It was Evans, wasnt it?"
"Yes" Kurt whispered softly, but I heard him loud and clear
"That little ass, I'm going fucking beat the shit out of him..."
"Don't please, he'll hurt you"
"Please, have you seen theese guns?" I said, showing my awesome guns
"Not physically, but emotionally. He'll hurt the people you really care about, the person you love" His lips trembled
.
"But Kurt, I have too. Looks what hes doing to you! He raped you!"
"It wasnt rape.."
"Did you want it?"
"No..." He started to cry
"He's a douche. I'll teach him"
"Please Puck"
"He's controlling you. He doesn't really love you."
"Yes, yes he does!" Kurt cried, shaking his head.
"Well, not like me! Kurt, I'd do anything for you. I would never, ever hit you. I'd protect you. I would hold your hand in public, hugg you tight and kiss you infront of everybody. I'd tell you I love you everyday. I think your beautiful Kurt. Does Sam? I wouldn't hide our relationship. I would buy your favourite musicals and watch thoose chick-flick movies you love. I'd never pressure you into having sex. I'd never ever make you cry. I would go shoping with you and spend every cent I have on you. Id find ways to embarass myself just to make you laugh. Would Sam? " I took a deep breathe in.
"Please Puck?" He gave me these puppy eyes, and I almosted, almosted wanted to cry and hug him so tight his eyes would pop out of his head. Just kidding, that would be weird. But I did want to scopp him up and ran away.
"Why? Look Kurt, Im sorry, but I have to do something about it" I said, getting up to leave.
"Noah?"
"Yeah?" I looked back
"Please?"
I sighed, and sat back down. A single tear fell down my cheek. I quckicly wiped it away before anyone saw.
"Okay Princess. But you have to let me help you, somehow, someway, okay?" I said, cupping my hand around his delicate cheek.
He nodded as I wiped the tears that were making their way down his cheek away with my rough thumb.
"Please dont cry. Your too beautiful to cry"
"Noah, please make it stop, I want it to stop, I can't,can't take it anymore." He sobbed
Crack. Oh, sorry, that was just my heart.
"Kurt, I have to tell someone in order for it to stop"
Kurt violently shook his head.
"Shhh, dont worry, I won't" I said, losing my fingers in his soft chesnut hair.
"Ill help you. If no one is at your house after, well, Sam, uh, well you know...does the thing, you call me, okay? Promise me. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be here. I promise you."
"Just please, protect me Noah?" he whimpered
A single tear fell down my cheek as a response. But this time, I didn't wipe if off quickly.
I just let it take its path down my rough face.
So Lima, watch out.
Because Kurt Hummel,
will be mine.