Of course, this is in celebration for the upcoming episode! Ah! So excited! much luv and thanks to all who reviewed me! And, yeah, I write supah slow and not good or long enough.

Here's bringing you to the story!

One morning, days later, Kurt is surprised to find the mohawk-ed teen at his door.

"Let me give you a ride," he says.

The diva-boy blinks twice before answering with an "okay" and shouts to his father that he would be going to school with Noah.

Puck stops the younger teen before he closes the door and tells him to get all the money that he's willing to spend; they'll be going shopping before they return home.

Kurt raises his eyebrows, knowing something was up. Noah Puckerman on a shopping spree? Not likely. So he goes back inside and empties the stash he collects for fashion emergencies and expensive commodities. He thinks briefly that he might regret this decision, but quickly removes the idea from his mind. Whatever Noah was planning was most likely worth it. Most likely.

He also asks his father for an advance in his allowance. He's met with a questioning gaze, but the man hands over the fifty nonetheless.

When Kurt gets into Puck's truck, he announces the just-around $600 in his bag.

The jock abruptly turns, and he's glad he wasn't driving at that moment because he would have most certainly crashed. "Holy shit! I thought you'd bring, like, eighty bucks, 150, tops. $600! You're fucking loaded, Hummel."

The gay teen takes the moment to look amused and superior. "I always make sure to have enough for anything I could possibly need."

"What the hell could cost you $600!"

Kurt gives him a pointed look. "This tie cost 540."

Puck freezes from shock.

"It was Alexander McQueen. I had to have it."

The jock shakes his head, still caught in disbelief, "Damn, Kurt…" and begins to drive.

When the younger boy gets over his amusement, he realizes that Puck is definitely not taking them to school. He tries to think if there is something special today, if they are playing hooky or just making a quick trip somewhere.

He really starts to get worried when they merge onto the highway.

"Okay, Noah, what is going on?" He isn't too troubled or annoyed because sometimes spontaneity is a good thing, but he doesn't like being kept in the dark.

Puck just smirks. "Text Mr. Schue, the gleeks, and your dad. Tell them you and I are going somewhere and that we'll be back. Eventually. At least two weeks. Well, before next month ends, definitely. Tell them you're fine and not to worry, or whatever'll get this to blow over faster."

Now it is Kurt's turn to be shocked; his eyes widen comically and his jaw drops. "At least two weeks? Where the HELL are we going?"

The jock's smirk grows wider at his not-boyfriend's expression. He turns to look the other teen in the eyes.

"Disneyland."

There is a huge pause before Kurt laughs—the serious look on Puck's face, the childish notion itself—he couldn't help it.

"Disneyland? As in California? Why in Gucci's name would we go there?"

Kurt isn't against the idea and Puck smiles. "We've never been there," is his simple answer.

The blue-eyed teen gives a small and happily exasperated laugh. "Why do we have to go right now? Why not during the summer? When it's not illegal?"

The muscled stud slides his hand over the diva's thigh deviously. "'Cuz it wouldn't be as fun."

Kurt laughs again, freer this time, thinking of all the trouble they'd get into. He regards Puck with a devilish glint in his eyes and then pulls out his phone.

Don't freak, but I'm leaving town for a few weeks. Yes, I'm with Puck. No, we're not doing anything extreme. We'll be fine. Don't worry. And sorry we're being so wayward. See you guys later. And I most likely will not bother answering your expected barrage of texts.

He sends the text to everyone who needs to know. He waits a few moments, and the replies stream in. However, he only answers to his father's call: "I'm not telling you where I am or where I'm going… Yes, I know this is a bad idea…. What! No, Dad!... Noah isn't a bad person, you know that… Most likely summer school and a lot of detention… There won't be a law suit because the school doesn't want a scandal… Thank you… Send everyone my love. I'll call or text you every day, don't worry… No, I'm not eloping with him... I love you, too, Dad. Bye." And he quickly hangs up his iPhone and puts it on silent.

Puck laughs as the younger boy sighs.

"You shouldn't be so happy, Noah. My dad's going to kill you." The jock stills at the comment and Kurt chuckles. "We are both so dead."

The mohawk-ed stud raises his eyebrows playfully, getting more comfortable as his badass-ness begins to kick in. "So let's enjoy our last month on Earth", he jokes.

Kurt just rolls his eyes and plugs his iPhone into the stereo. He decides to play "Highway to Hell", seeing it fitting.

Of course, they both sing along.

Yeah, I have no clue when the heck this is happening. They're gonna be gone for a long time... "Before next month ends, definitely." That gives them at most, 6 weeks. So I'm wondering, 'What about Regionals? What month is this? Can't they just go over spring break?' But, no. I wanna get them gone for a while. Maybe not the entire six weeks, but... Well, I hope you can stick with me for it all. Much luv, you guys.