I have no idea why Noah the second is a stuffed animal moose, It just seemed fitting.
Malory Puckerman had only ever seen her son cry once, and that was when her husband left, so when she came home at 7 after work to see her son bawling his eyes out on the kitchen table, she knew something had happened.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked, instantly by her son's side. He looked up at her with watery eyes.
"I think I ruined everything with Kurt," She instantly understood. Malory may not have been the greatest at choosing a man, her husband being an example, but she knew love and she could see it every time Puck looked at Kurt.
"What do you mean Kurt adores you," She said as she took the seat next to Puck. Puck bit his lip.
"Yesterday I spilled someones lunch on them, and I started to help them clean it up. I didn't even notice how bad it looked, me rubbing the front of someone's skirt. I don't notice those kinds of things anymore. But Kurt noticed. I managed to get him to forgive me, but then she joined glee. Kurt and I got in a fight, and Kurt ended up going to see Blaine, his ex. I was mad about that then I heard that him and Blaine kissed. I didn't get the whole story, but I was mad so I did some stuff I regret. Stuff that involved me touching Lea in front of everyone, including Kurt. And Ma, I, I love him. I can't lose him," Puck started sobbing all over again. Malory put an arm around her son.
"I know, I know. Shh sweet boy you'll get him back," She soothed.
"How can you be so sure?" Puck asked.
"Because love always finds a way." Puck sniffed, his cheeks were red and his eyes were puffy. He gave his mom a half smile and hugged her.
"Thanks ma."
Puck walked up the path to the Hummel/Hudson household. He had no idea why he was here, all he knew was this morning he got a call from Chris. Puck was scared that maybe Chris was going to kick his ass for making Kurt cry.
Puck knocked on the door with a shaking hand. The door opened in seconds and Burt stood in front of him. He blinked and frowned at Puck.
"Puckerman, Kurt's still asleep," He grunted at him. Puck looked down and kicked the ground.
"Actually, I'm here to see Chris, sir," He mumbled. Burt blinked in confusion.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Burt muttered. Puck went through all of the things Burt had told him... don't break my sons heart, don't touch him like that in front of me, if you value your face don't break my sons heart, I own a shot gun and If you don't stop touching him like that I wont hesitate to use it, Break his heart and I know plenty of places to hide your body. Puck bit his lip. "Call me Burt," Burt finally said. Puck's eyes grew wide, Burt had never told him that, "Oh I'm sorry I haven't told you that before, hmm interesting."
Puck blinked at him, "Um," He said.
"I'm telling you to call me Burt, this means I like you, and that means I don't want you and my son to break up. I've never seen Kurt look at anyone like he looks at you. I must admit when he came home with you I was shocked, but you're a good kid. I don't know what you're fighting about, but please work it out." Puck was stunned, Burt had never said anything so nice to him before.
"Um Thanks," Puck said. He was shocked. Burt nodded then turned around and yelled for Chris.
"But just so you know, I still own a shot gun, and I still wont hesitate if you hurt Kurt," Burt warned as he turned and walked away. Chris came out and looked at Puck.
"Follow me," He said. They walked away from the door and into the yard. They walked to the side of the house, where Chris leaned on the wall and Puck just stood watching him.
"Why did you want to see me?" Puck asked, his voice shook and he cursed himself for letting his fear show.
"You and Me, Puck, we're not all that different," Chris muttered and Puck made a face, that would mean Kurt likes guys who are like his brother... eww. "Don't give me that look," Chris said as he rolled his eyes, "There are obvious differences like you're a football player, and you're gay-"
"Bi," Puck cut in.
"Whatever. But you and me aren't different. I was a huge player, well I still am," Chris snorted, "I broke hearts here and there, but girls still loved me." Chris looked at Puck, "It didn't matter how they felt. They all had something I wanted, It never occurred to me that they thought what we had was love."
There was a long pause, then Chris sighed, "When you find that someone, even if you're not sure if they're that special someone, don't screw it up. I did. I found this girl, boy was she extraordinary, beautiful, smart, funny, I was sure I loved her, and it scared the shit out of me. I got scared and I cheated. I ruined everything and I never forgave myself. I'm constantly wondering what could have happened if only I stayed with her, if I road the ride to the end. She hates me, wont talk to me ever again. Here's me warning you not to screw things up like I did."
Puck looked down, he's done a lot of screwing up.
Chris laid his head on the wall, "Do you love my brother?"
Puck didn't hesitate, "Yes."
"Then don't screw it up."
Both boys were oblivious to the 2 girls who were hiding and video taping there interaction.
Kurt woke up to his cat licking his face and the familiar sound of a truck leaving his drive way. Kurt looked at his 4 year old calico and scratched behind her ear.
"Millie," He sighed, "What am I going to do?" The cat just purred and rubbed up against Kurt. He sighed. The cat laid next to Kurt and closed her eyes. Kurt sighed again and petted the cat.
The glee club had assembled the following Monday, everyone was assembled but Kurt and Lea. Puck had heard Lea telling one of her friends that she was head over heels in love with Puck and that she was going to be the future Mrs. Noah Puckerman. Puck was both flattered and freaked out.
Puck tapped his foot as he waited for Kurt. He really needed to talk to Kurt, after talking with his ma, Kurt's dad, and Chris, Puck had decided what he needed to do.
It wasn't usual for you to be able to hear what was going on in the halls, but today the halls were empty after school and the club was silent so you could hear everything.
"Hey fag," Was heard from the hallway. Everyone stood and ran outside the room at the same time. Kurt was backed up against a locker with a Jock towering over him. Kurt was shaking and the club all approached.
"Will you jock's ever learn?" Came a girl's voice. Mickey walked up to the jock, "Or have you had to many sports injuries and you have brain damage?"
The jock glared at her, "Stay out of this," He said. Mickey shook her head and walked closer. The Jock turned to Kurt, "I have something for you." He raised his fist and made an attempt to hit Kurt in the face.
But his fist was stopped by Mickey's hand. In one swift movement she reached up and grabbed his hand. The jock looked shocked. Kurt sucked in a deep breath and then slid down the locker. "I told you to leave him alone," She said.
The jock stared open mouthed, "Whatever, you're weird. I'm out of here," He said and he walked away.
"I'll tell ya, weird isn't the worse thing I've ever been called," Mickey mumbled then she turned to Kurt, "Are you okay."
Kurt shook his head, sobbed, and took off running down the halls. Puck followed shouting his name the whole way.
Kurt ran into a bathroom, he shut the door and locked it. Puck jiggled the door handle, pounded on the door and pleaded for Kurt to let him in.
"Go away," Kurt cried.
"No, babe please let me in," Puck said.
"No," Kurt shouted at him, but Puck wouldn't stop.
"Please, let me in," He begged.
Kurt shook his head and whimpered, "No."
"Kurt, I've done a lot of things I regret in this last week, but I know that if I walk away now I'll regret it even more. Baby please let me in."
Kurt stayed quiet for a while and Puck was getting ready to try again when he heard the click of the lock. Puck rushed in, he shut the door and locked it again.
Kurt was sitting on the floor. He was holding himself and crying. Puck walked over and sat down. He pulled Kurt to him. Kurt curled into him, he buried his face into Puck's chest and cried. Puck had no idea how long they sat there, But it was long enough for Kurt's sobs to turn into slight sniffles. They just sat there, Puck stroking Kurt's hair.
Kurt looked up, his face was red and puffy but the tears had stopped.
"I didn't kiss Blaine," He promised.
"I know," Puck said, "I'm sorry about Lea, you were right. I need your help getting rid of her."
Kurt sniffed, "I didn't mean you couldn't have friends, it's just I knew the look she was giving you." Puck nodded, "You don't want to come out to the rest of the school," Kurt said.
Puck shook his head no, "I'm not ready."
"I know, and I wont push. You come out when you're good and ready, and I'll find you a pretend girlfriend," Kurt said. Puck smiled.
"I have something to show you," Puck mumbled as he took out his phone. Kurt watched the tiny screen.
"Smile," Came Puck's voice from behind the phone. Kurt looked up at the phone and his eyes widened.
"Are you taking my picture?" Kurt asked, "No, no, no Noah it's 7 in the morning. My hairs all messed up and I'm still in my Pjs." Kurt covered his face. Puck laughed.
"I think you look beautiful," Puck laughed, "And I'm not taking your picture."
Kurt uncovered his face and looked at the phone, "I'm video taping you."
"Noah!" Kurt whined, "Ugg I hate you."
"Hmm I wouldn't have it any other way."
Puck smiled, "Do you remember that?" He asked.
"Yeah," Kurt replied.
"That's all I would watch this weekend. Videos of you and me. Kurt," Kurt looked up at him, "I love you."
Kurt broke into a huge grin, "I love you too."