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Chapter 2: The Lunch

When I open my eyes they will be gone. Kurt did and they weren't so he was definitely wide awake. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat in the Limo and stared questioningly at Noah Puckerman and his assistant who were sitting opposite him. The inside of the car smelled of expensive perfume but he couldn't appreciate it because he was damn scared and nervous. He was supposed to be in his work station reading some manuals about his job but instead he was dragged here without any explanations.

Kurt cleared his throat. "I don't mean to be rude but what am I doing here?" He asked bravely. The question didn't seem to faze the two. Noah Puckerman was still busy fidgeting with his phone and Cynthia typing away on her laptop. Then after a few agonizing seconds, Cynthia shut her laptop and smiled at him.

"You'll be Noah's pseudo-boyfriend for today." Cynthia explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Cynthia must have noticed the expression of incredulity on his face because she frowned a bit. "Oh Jesus, you're not gay?"

"It doesn't matter. It'll only be for an hour tops." Noah Puckerman interrupted and Kurt thought that his voice was so sexy without even trying too hard. Too bad his mind was still swimming with questions to fully appreciate it.

"I am. I mean I'm gay but I don't understand what's happening." Kurt said more to Noah Puckerman than to Cynthia. He wished Noah would take off his wayfarer and looked at him directly but he was still occupied with his cell phone.

Finally, Noah dropped his phone in his pocket and took off his glasses. Kurt's breath hitched when he finally saw Noah's face up close. It was breathtaking. Could a man be this sexy? Then, he was snapped back to present when Noah explained the situation to him. If Noah wasn't so serious when he was explaining, he would have laughed with the hilarity of it all.

"I met you at a party then we started dating. We're together now for three months. Blah, blah." Noah said in a boring tone. "Wait, how old are you?"

"Twenty-three." Kurt answered, his throat was really dry now. The situation he was in was really not the way he wanted his first day at work to be.

Noah nodded as Kurt felt his eyes bored into him. Kurt adjusted his turtleneck consciously. Noah's smoldering looks was not really helping with his situation. His hands started to sweat and he felt really lightheaded. This was too much.

"I don't think I can do this." He said in a really low voice but the silence in the Limo magnified it to a few decibels.

"You can." Cynthia said.

"You will." Noah said at the same time. "Or I will fire you." He added in a serious tone.

Kurt's eyes went wide. That couldn't happen. He had invested a lot to be in New York. Suddenly, his blood curdled at the unfairness of it all. He didn't ask for this. He was dragged into this.

"You can't do that." He said through gritted teeth. He couldn't afford to lose his temper or he would definitely lose his job faster than he could say 'unfair.'

Noah smirked. "I can. You want to see me do it?" He said flatly. "Besides it'll only be for a few hours. All you have to do is smile and look cute. That's not so hard. If you'd scored a job in my company, this will be cake to you."

Kurt chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. "I'm not really good in pretending." He said and Noah rolled his eyes and he could have sworn Noah said 'pathetic' under his breath. Well, Kurt was not pathetic. "Fine, I'll do it." He said. Nobody could call him pathetic.

Noah smirked then he gestured at Cynthia. Kurt watched as she pulled out what seem to be a checkbook from her bag. She opened it and wrote something then handed it to Noah who lazily signed on it. Yup, definitely a check. Then Cynthia peeled it out and handed it to him.

Kurt stared at the check and swallowed. Two thousand dollars? Almost a month's worth salary. Noah must be richer than God.

"Buy yourself something nice. The least I can do for dragging you into this." Noah said.

"This is too much." Kurt said. Well, it was the truth. He would just pretend to be Noah's boyfriend for an hour or so. Two thousand was too high a price to pay. But two grand must only be a change in Noah's pocket. He sighed loudly. The money would definitely be a big help. He was not a hypocrite not to accept it so he quietly pocketed it and mumbled a thanks.

"Okay, here we are." Cynthia announced as the Limo lurched to a stop in front of a high end restaurant.

"Here it goes babe." Noah said as he slipped on his glasses. Kurt took a deep breath and followed suit.

***!***

"So Noah, where is Kurt from again?" Grandpa Puckerman asked as he sipped on his red wine. So far, the lunch went smoothly. His grandpa was ecstatic when Puck introduced Kurt as his boyfriend and his dad tapped him on the shoulder as if to say, quick thinking. Puck knew that his dad didn't believe a squat about his romance with Kurt but hey, it was for his own good as well. His dad had more trust in him with the company than Jacob.

Oh shit. Awkward. Why did he forget to ask Kurt about that? He glanced at Kurt with a fake smile on his face. "Baby, why don't you tell grandpa about your hometown which is in - "

"Lima." Kurt supplied. Puck could see beads of sweat forming on Kurt's forehead. Damn, he was really nervous.

"Lima." Puck copied. "Right, right." Where the hell was Lima? But Puck had better things to think about than to wonder about it like ending this drama pronto.

"So Kurt, how's my grandson like?" Grandpa Puckerman continued to ask. Puck suppressed an eye roll. His granddad was really enjoying this. He grabbed his wine glass and drunk it in one go. He was so ready for this day to be over.

Kurt smiled and gave him a what the hell glance and then returned his attention back to the Puckerman patriarch. "He's a real sweetheart." He said in a very sweet voice. If Puck didn't know they were just acting, he would think that Kurt was actually telling the truth. "The perfect boyfriend." Okay, so Kurt was really laying it thick.

"You didn't like him for his money?" Grandpa Puckerman asked and Puck watched as Kurt paled a bit. But before Kurt could answer, Puck interrupted.

"Grandpa, Kurt's not like that. He didn't even know who I was until I introduced myself and you know how well publicized we are right?" He explained. Grandpa Puckerman eyed him for a bit as if measuring what he just said then he nodded. Puck smiled in relief.

"I see. I really don't want a gold digger in the family." His grandpa said happily as he dug on his seafood salad with gusto. Puck almost winced at his granddad's audacity. "So how long have you been together again?"

"Three months." Kurt said.

"Five months." Puck said at the same time. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "I mean not to include our little break up." He added lamely. He saw his dad shook his head while Cynthia tried to hide a grin in her napkin. His granddad however failed to notice which was a huge relief.

Puck heard his dad cleared his throat. "Dad, I think it's time for you to tell Noah." He said, throwing Puck an apologetic glance. What the fuck was happening? Puck thought as he looked at his dad and granddad.

Puck watched as his Grandpa Puckerman wiped his lips with the napkin. Then he dropped the bombshell.

"I know Gerald already told you about me giving the company to Jacob because your very unique lifestyle doesn't suit a CEO and an owner." Puck bit the inside of his cheeks to prevent from cussing. Fuck it. He had worked hard for the company. His 'unique' lifestyle didn't have anything to do with it. If it weren't for him, the company was now in the dumps. But of course, tell that to his righteous grandfather. Puck exchanged worried glances with his father. "But then I see that there's no problem since you already have this lovely gentleman here which means that you have already changed from being a promiscuous man to a one loyal man." So much for his granddad not knowing.

"So the company's still mine?" Puck asked bravely. Grandpa Puckerman nodded and there were collective sighs of relief from the table.

"On one condition." Grandpa Puckerman added much to Puck's disappointment. So what did he want this time?

"Anything grandpa." Puck said flatly but his granddad was too busy ruining his life to notice.

"I want to see you marry Kurt."