Chapter 15

Noah takes the long way driving me home, however we are riding in silence. I don't understand why but for once, Noah has nothing to say. He pulls up in front of the Hummel's. He looks at me and smiles softly, "Thanks for wearing the jacket."

I smile back, "Of course." I pull off the jacket and go to hand it to him.

He laughs, "I want you to keep it."

"Oh." I blush looking down. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me softly.

"If you want I can bring you back to my place and you can meet my mom." He says quietly.

I look down at the floor, "As nice as that sounds, don't you think it's a little too soon for that. I mean, we aren't even dating."

Noah clears his throat, "Right, sorry. Can I drive you to school tomorrow?"

I nod, "Sure, I'll just tell Kurt that he doesn't have to drive me. I'm sure he'll take that opportunity to carpool with Scott. I'll see you tomorrow." I go to get out of his truck and I turn to him, "For the record even though you guys lost today, I thought you were great." I lie, but I have good intentions.

He snorts, "Thanks."

I smile as I get out of his truck and walk into Kurt's house. Kurt and Scott are there talking to Burt, they are probably explaining their relationship. I wave as I walk downstairs and decided to relax and try to catch up on some sleep.

Just as I am about to fall asleep Kurt and Scott come downstairs. I sigh as I decide to give them their alone time, and go upstairs to talk to Burt. When he sees me he sighs, "You could've told me they were dating."

I smirk, "I didn't know if they were exclusive yet."

"So what about you? Your dad would never forgive me if I didn't ask you about if you're seeing someone 'exclusively'," he rolls his eyes.

"Not exclusively," I sigh, "but this guy took me to homecoming, and he's driving me to school tomorrow, but it's not like we're not dating . . . yet."

"Are you planning on dating this boy?" He asks me, catching the word "yet."

I shrug, "I'm not sure, he seems nice, but I don't really know him."

Burt nods, "When's the last time you called your old man?"

"When I landed in Ohio," I tell him honestly.

He gives me a disapproving look, "I think you should call him. He's probably imaging all these terrible things happening to you, he just doesn't want to seem anxious. So just call him."

I smirk as I take my cell phone out of my pocket, and call my dad. He doesn't pick up because I assume he's picked up an extra shift at work or something. I leave him a message just telling him, how I'm doing, and that he can give me a call back if he wants. I know that he probably will if he has time, he works hard to guarantee his job, with the economy and whatnot; he likes to make a good impression.

After a while Scott goes home. I notice that Kurt looks sad, so I yank him downstairs and ask him what the deal is.

Kurt looks down at his feet, and says quietly, "Scott isn't out with his parents yet. So we can't hang around his place. He's not planning on telling them anytime soon."

I look at Kurt sympathetically, "I have the opposite problem."

"PUCK'S GAY?" Kurt's eyes widen with gossip hunger.

"No," I roll my eyes at him, "He wanted me to meet his mom."

Kurt looks at me like I have five heads, "And why did you say no?"

"Because we're not dating yet!" I snap, "He hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet, and I'm not going to meet his mother until we are exclusive."

Kurt smirks, "So you do want to be his girlfriend?"

I grimace, "Actually I wanted to talk to you about that."

"I'm all ears," Kurt looks at me desperate for gossip.

"Rachel warned me, at the game today, she said that Noah isn't boyfriend material, and that I should stay away from him to avoid getting hurt." I sigh, "Should I listen to her?"

Kurt laughs, "Rule number one of McKinley High: Never listen to Rachel Berry. She's a mental case; just don't pay her any mind. She's nice and all (when she wants to be) but overall, she's obsessed with winning. The way I see it, since her and Puck's relationship was unsuccessful she hopes that all of his relationships will be either the same or worse. Rachel means well, but she's not the first person who you should take advice from."

I nod, "Thank you Kurt." I hug him, "I really hope everything works out with you and Scott."

"Actually I was meaning to talk to you about that." Kurt looks at me.

"Okay . . . shoot," I smile warmly.

"Can you keep a secret?"