Chapter Eleven

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Summary: Will the proud music teacher eventually find love with the beautiful kindergarten teacher or will he forever come second to the football coach? Rated M.

A/N 1: This is the rest of their sexy little interlude... and a much-needed conversation with Finn. I hope you continue to enjoy Kurt and Noah's interactions. Please review because you know I love to hear from you.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belongs to me except for any OCs found wandering. I own nothing save for this computer.

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"Whoa, hey, sunshine, you have a party to go to, remember?" Kurt's light but slightly husky voice sounded annoyingly cheerful as Noah tried to snuggle back down into the bedclothes. He loved Kurt but right now he was being as annoying as fuck!

"I didn't say I was going… wanna sleep," Noah said with his face smushed into the pillow and groaned when Kurt yanked the covers off of him. "Please, babe, five more minutes?"

The very domesticity of the scene was not lost on Kurt and he bit his lips, emotions warring within him as he stared at the large, perfect body sprawled in his bed. What would it be like to wake up to this every day, he wondered. Would they still have mind-blowing sex after they had been together for six months, a year? Would Noah still want him five years from now… even one hour from now when he was face-to-heaving bosom with Daria and her 'friends'?

Kurt slapped one firm butt and relented. "Okay, take ten while I jump into the shower for a quick wash. We'll have something light to eat and then you'll phone Daria for information, okay?"

Noah hummed happily although truthfully he was more awake than he'd let on. He'd simply wanted to know how Kurt would handle the situation because he himself was honestly not a rise-and-shine person. He grinned as he watched with one eye as Kurt stalked towards his en suite. That ass… those legs… Noah sighed contentedly as he flopped over onto his back. He wondered if he ought to join Kurt and then decided against it. At the rate they were going, they would never leave the bedroom.

When Kurt got out of the shower, he strolled out drying his hair with a small towel but was, otherwise, completely naked. Noah's mouth dropped open as he stared, unable to help himself, at the picture of Kurt Hummel walking around naked as a jaybird. He started to grin and Kurt narrowed one visible eye at him. "What are you smirking at, Puckerman?"

Noah plastered an innocent look on his face as he slid out of the bed and came over to Kurt. "This is not smirking, sweetheart; this is me looking awestruck…" he dropped a kiss on one smooth shoulder, "and amazed…" and a kiss was placed on the other shoulder, "and totally smitten with you…"

Kurt waited for another kiss, maybe on the back of his neck and he turned impatiently, only to have his lips captured by Noah's waiting mouth. He moaned into the soft exploration, their tongues tangling, and his heart stuttered at the sheer love and tenderness that one kiss could hold. He eased back and sighed, staring up into the soft smoky-grey eyes and admiring the thick dark lashes surrounding them.

When Noah raised an eyebrow enquiringly at the long scrutiny, Kurt smiled, his lips curving sweetly and he took a deep breath. "Noah, I-I…"

Noah shook his head, his face serious but his eyes holding such a deep understanding that Kurt's own eyes prickled.

"No, babe, you don't have to say anything yet, okay?" He pulled Kurt into him, wrapping his muscular arms around the lithe body and nuzzled his nose into the sweet-smelling neck. "When it's right – when the time's right – you probably won't even have to say it."

He heard Kurt sniffle and felt his head nod once and then he stepped back, ruffling the damp strands of hair that were sticking to the high forehead. "Hey, didn't you promise to feed me again, chef?"

Kurt grinned up at him, gratitude and something deeper shining in his azure eyes. "Why, yes, I believe I did – but only after you have a quick wash, yourself."

Noah stepped around him with a hard pat to one tempting bare cheek, chuckling as Kurt squeaked. "Okay, that's workable. See ya in fifteen!" He managed to dodge the retaliatory towel flick and laughed as he stepped into the bathroom.

He noticed that Kurt had left out a new razor for him and a brand new toothbrush and he smiled, shaking his head. As he went through his ablutions, taking care to make his chin as smooth as possible, his mind was filled with all they had done the night before and earlier that morning. He wanted Kurt to come with him to the Strando party but he had a feeling even his formidable charms wouldn't get Kurt to budge. Still, he grinned to himself as he scrubbed down quickly in the shower, it was worth it just to get Kurt flustered and pouting with his eyes flashing and shooting daggers. He was immensely glad that Kurt wasn't the type to hold grudges or he wouldn't have stood a chance. Hmmm, neither would have Karofsky, he remembered now and his mood dimmed slightly.

Fast on the heels of the Karofsky thought came Finn's words and Noah promised himself a good, swift kick in the ass for allowing the other man's words to get to him. He didn't know why he was so insecure when it came to Kurt but the fact remained. However, he knew Kurt was quite capable of kicking him to the curb if he hurt his feelings again… especially as it appeared that Kurt was starting to feel more for him.

Once more his feelings were buoyed as he thought of Kurt's amazing body and the equally amazing way that he enjoyed the things they did together. Boy, when Kurt let loose there was no stopping him and Noah's cock twitched at the thought of Kurt riding him earlier. He realized he was taking a bit longer than the fifteen minutes he'd told Kurt and he hopped out of the shower to wrap himself in a towel.

It was when he was drying off that it finally dawned on him that he needed to go home for fresh clothes. He almost slapped himself on the forehead; how could he forget that simple thing, he muttered as he pulled on his wrinkled jeans that Kurt had laid out on the couch for him. He pulled the jeans up over his bare behind and grinned, remembering the days in high school when he used to tell Finn that underwear was for 'wusses'. The fact now was that he didn't want to put on the dirty boxer briefs on his clean body and he wondered if he should leave it behind. He decided to do that and shrugged into his Henley, smoothing his hands down the front to press out some of the wrinkles. Yeah, good try, Puckerman, he muttered as he eyed his wrinkled state.

He bounded up the stairs, his nose twitching and his smile wide as he saw Kurt, pert butt wiggling in cut-off jeans as he flipped pancakes while humming to the radio. Noah leaned against the kitchen door and surveyed the scene, noting that once again the kitchen table was set for two with tall glasses of what appeared to be apple juice and a crystal dish with succulent-looking bright red strawberries and dark purple grapes. A matching dish with butter was there, also, with a small silver-handled butter knife beside it; on the counter were two platters, one with sausages and rashers of bacon and the other with a stack of fluffy pancakes.

Kurt finally saw Noah as he turned to add the just-cooked flapjacks to the stack waiting on the counter and he smiled, his eyes shiny with happiness. Noah knew that if he valued his family jewels he would be smart not to make a wisecrack about housewives but he couldn't help thinking it. He eased away from the door frame, took up the platter of pancakes and leaned down to catch Kurt's lips in a lingering kiss.

"Mmmm, I love the way you taste," Kurt murmured against his mouth before stepping back. He grabbed the platter of sausages and a bottle of maple syrup and headed over to the table. Noah followed him, his eyes glued to the way Kurt's thighs and ass moved and almost stumbled when Kurt stopped abruptly.

"Wh-what's the matter?" Noah didn't know why Kurt had stopped so suddenly and looked at the table and back at the other man curiously before moving around him and placing the pancakes on the table. He looked up at Kurt, concerned but Kurt was grinning impishly at him.

Kurt shook his head and proceeded to take his seat, placing the platter of sausages between them. "Noah, you do know that when we're in public you can't ogle me like that, yeah?"

Noah stared at him, his eyebrows scrunching together. "When did I ogle you_ oh," he broke off and then grinned unashamedly. "How did you know I was staring anyway?" He held the platter of pancakes out to Kurt who selected two of them and then helped himself. He did the same with the platter of sausages ("beef, even though I know you don't keep kosher," Kurt pointed out), and continued to smirk into Kurt's bright blue eyes.

"Noah, you were practically scorching a path from my feet up to my butt, you were staring so hard!" Kurt's laughter rang out after he said that and then he shook his head admonishingly before spearing a piece of sausage and popping it into his mouth.

Noah watched him chew slowly and sensuously for a few seconds before turning his attention to his own food. They chatted and ate and poked fun at each other and when the last of the food was gone, they sat back and stared at each other.

Noah glanced away briefly before finally saying, "Will you come with me to the Strando party, please?"

Kurt eyed him before looking away, his eyes growing apologetic as he shook his head. "Babe, you know she didn't invite me …"

There was a short silence and then Noah sighed before nodding understandingly. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Strando was a bit of a jerk in high school, not as bad as some but still… I get you. Okay, well, you know I have to swing by the condo to get changed… and then, after the party, can I take you out to dinner?"

Kurt's eyes widened and for some reason his cheeks pinked. Despite the mind-blowing sex they had indulged in, he hadn't equated what they were doing with actual dating but he was so on board with it!

"Yes, of course, I would love to go to dinner with you!" He nodded so rapidly that his hair flopped back and forth, making Noah laugh. He got up, came around to Kurt and pulled him up into his arms. "Okay, give me the Strando phone number and let me get on with this." He squinted at Kurt, a calculating look coming into his eyes. "You sure I need to go to this thing?"

Kurt slid his hands caressingly up Noah's tight biceps, loving the feel of the other man's arms around his waist and shook his head. "No, you don't absolutely have to but I think it's a good idea to get to know the other parents in a social setting… not just through school. So, yes, you should go, okay?"

Noah sighed and stepped aside so Kurt could go get the phone number; he would simply stop by the party just long enough to renew acquaintances with Strando and whichever former jocks were there and then cry off because of his date later that evening. He nodded to himself as Kurt came back with the number, smiling and dropping a kiss on the tousled hair. He dialed the number and waited as it rang.

"Yes, hello, is this the Strando residence? Yeah, hi, it's Noah Puckerman and… yeah, 'Puck'!" He rolled his eyes as the male voice on the other end exclaimed loudly.

Kurt could hear the sounds but he couldn't make out the other man's words and he grinned broadly as he watched Noah wincing. Whether he was reacting to the man's words or the volume at which they were delivered, Kurt didn't know but he had to cover his mouth to stifle his giggles as he watched his hunk.

His hunk. Kurt sobered as he stood there and then he shook his head; now was not the time to start getting possessive. He and Noah were just starting out and who knew where this would lead. He thought sadly of his two aborted relationships, first with Blaine and then David and sighed cynically, telling himself that he wasn't going to get his hopes up. He would just go with the flow and simply enjoy his time with Noah.

He completely ignored the fact that his heart kept whispering 'denial ain't just a river, yadda, yadda'.

He cleared the table and added their lunch things to the dishwasher, turning on the machine and wiping down the counters while he waited for Noah to finish on the phone. Finally, he heard a laugh from Noah that was definitely fake, and couldn't help grinning.

Noah grimaced at the crassness the man on the phone was spouting and he was determined he would just pop in for politeness' sake, no matter who was there and then make a quick escape. Once again he wished Kurt would be accompanying him but he knew he was right to cry off. He snapped the phone closed and turned to stare at a grinning Kurt. "What?"

Kurt sauntered up to him, slid his arms around his waist and kissed him… and kissed him… until Noah relaxed and returned the kisses. He eased back and sighed, pulling Kurt tighter into his arms and whispered, "I don't want to leave…"

Kurt chuckled and stepped back, moving off out of the kitchen and through the living room, stopping once before reaching the front door. "It shouldn't be too arduous, babe, just do what I do at gatherings where I wish I were somewhere else – just nod and smile."

Noah laughed and shook his head, grabbing Kurt's hand as they continued to the front door. As Kurt opened it, he leaned down for a quick kiss and said, "I'll pick you up by six-thirty; is that good?"

Kurt's eyes twinkled as he asked, "How should I dress? I mean, are we going to a barbecue joint, seafood, pasta, what? I have to organize my ensemble, you know," he grinned, batting his lashes.

Noah's eyes slid up Kurt's body and down again in such a slow, intense perusal that Kurt felt his cock twitch as he watched him. Damn, Noah Puckerman was one sexy beast, Kurt groaned as he waited for his answer.

"Dress sexy, semi-formal; where I'm taking you, you'll just love it." His voice was a dark growl and he leaned forward to press a hard kiss to Kurt's slightly parted lips. "Later, beautiful," he muttered and stalked to his car, waving a hand over his head as he went.

Kurt licked his lips and panted, staring after him before discreetly adjusting the front of his cut-off jeans. As he closed the door slowly, watching Noah back out of his driveway, there was only one word on his dazed brain…

Damn!

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Kurt spent the rest of the day cleaning up around the house, sorting through the lesson plans for the coming week and thinking about Noah… and Judith.

His chest had a funny warm little feeling to it when he thought about the two who had come into his life so unexpectedly and taken up residence in his heart so quickly. He was inclined to doubt the speed at which he and Noah had connected but the wise old soul within him shook it off. Life was too short to go around looking gift horses in the mouth and he was determined to see how far this thing with Noah would take them.

Kurt smiled as he thought of Judith and how happy he knew she would be if she found out about him and Noah. He wasn't unaware of the crush the little girl was developing on him and if he were honest, he could see himself as part of her and her dad's life for a long, long time.

He giggled to himself as he gathered up the soiled bedding and took them upstairs to the laundry. He'd just spent his first night and part of a day with Noah and here he was planning their lives already. Pushy much, Hummel? he mocked himself even while he grinned happily.

Heading back downstairs to make up the bed with fresh linen, he mused on his life; how the unexpected detours so often led to even more interesting things than one had planned for oneself. As he thought about that he suddenly remembered an unpleasant task ahead of him.

Smoothing the fresh comforter on the bed, he grabbed his cell phone and went over to his couch, his fingers automatically hitting one of the speed dial buttons. When the line was picked up on the other end, he launched into a low-voiced tirade.

"Finn Hudson, you have a bloody nerve!"

Kurt put the phone on speaker so he could glare at it as if he were actually looking at Finn's face. He listened to his brother sputter in confusion and then barreled over him.

"What the hell do you mean by implying that I was making Noah nervous last Sunday? How old are you, you big doofus!?"

"Whoa, wait, Kurt, you know I didn't mean anything bad_!" Finn's voice was loud in the basement despite its size and Kurt relished the fact that he didn't back down immediately. It gave him even more reason to yell at the big idiot.

"I don't care if you meant anything bad, Finn! Are you still so homophobic – or you think Noah is homophobic – that I can't sit beside someone without you thinking they would freak out?"

"Look, calm down, I was only checking if Puck was okay, y'know?" Finn's voice dropped when he said Noah's nickname; Kurt wondered if he didn't want Rachel to know what they were arguing about.

"Well, Noah thought it was pretty damn weird after all this time that you are still hung up on this crush thing. Good God, Finn, grow up and get over it. Heaven knows, I have!"

He breathed hard in the silence that followed and then he heard a soft, contrite, "'m sorry, bro, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I guess, I, um, I guess I went overboard, huh?"

Kurt could never stay mad with Finn for long; the boy didn't have a vicious bone in his body. Kurt just wished he would think before he spoke more often and avoid the whole foot-in-mouth thing he had going on.

He sighed, saying more quietly, "Anyway, I managed to calm Noah down, especially after that whole 'crush' thing you threw at him."

There was silence again and this time Kurt almost slapped himself. Finn mightn't be the sharpest tool in the shed but he wasn't completely stupid. Now, Kurt bit his lip and waited for the inevitable question.

"Uhm, Kurt, why would Puck be upset about what I said? I don't get it," Finn said now and Kurt could almost see the faint furrow that always appeared between his eyebrows when he was trying to figure something out.

"Errr, I don't know? I-I asked him the same thing myself!" He grimaced as he realized he just might be digging himself in deeper. "Hey, you know what; I have some calls to make… In fact, I'm supposed to call dad and Carole in a bit. Talk to you later, Finn, and say 'hi' to Rachel for me!"

Kurt ended the call rather abruptly and twisted his mouth in a little moue. Shit, he shouldn't have mentioned that the crush comment had upset Noah, he realized. Now Finn was going to be like a dog with a bone and he didn't know how Noah felt about them and taking their relationship public.

Relationship… Kurt paused at the word and then relaxed into the couch, suddenly wondering exactly what he and Noah were doing, what they were to each other. His features fell slightly as the uncomfortable thought floated upward in his mind that maybe Noah, presumed straight by all their friends and families, might want to keep everything on the down low.

Kurt didn't think he could go back in the closet for anyone but as he sat there, he gradually realized that, from Noah's every action, from his demeanour almost from the start, there was no indication that he wanted to hide what they had.

He smiled slowly, his eyes closing as he remembered how they'd pleasured each other just hours before in this very room and he looked over at the bed. It was pristine now with a rich burgundy duvet and bolster that he'd spent an inordinate amount of money on. If he were lucky, that bed wouldn't be too pristine after their date tonight and he grinned in anticipation.

Whatever he and Noah were to each other, he would wring every ounce of pleasure and happiness from the situation that he could. He could see himself falling – seriously, he was halfway there already – for the handsome single dad, the former bully and ex-jock turned musician and music teacher. Yes, he was looking forward to the night and whatever else came later.

Right now, he was going to soak in a long, hot luxurious bath and then he would find the sexiest outfit he had in his huge closet and he would knock Noah Puckerman back a step or two with his hotness.

Kurt laughed to himself and got to his feet, his heart light once more and suddenly the tune of an old song, probably by J-Lo, drifted through his mind and he sang softly: 'Waiting for tonight, oh, when you would be here in my arms…!'

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TBC

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A/N 2: The song was Waiting For Tonight sung by Jennifer Lopez and seemed the sort of thing that a diva like Kurt would remember as he gets ready to go out on the town. I don't know how many people remember it but it was one of J-Lo's first hits and I quite liked it back then.

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