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Chapter 4: When Shit Happens

"Way to go Kurtie!"His best friend, Mercedes Jones, squealed over the phone as he revealed the news. "I couldn't believe that he really was expecting you to marry him. I mean, c'mon, you barely know him."

Kurt chuckled as he placed his freshly washed under garments in his bedside drawer with his free hand. "You should have seen the look on his face. It was like his favorite pet died." Well, it was really priceless. The look on Noah Puckerman's face was gold when he told him that he was not up with the offer. The arrogant rich bastard looked like he was sucker punched and Kurt was not so sympathetic about it. He came to New York to work and fulfill his dreams, not to marry some random stranger even though said stranger was freaking gorgeous and filthy rich.

"Well baby boy, if that man ever bothered you again, you know where to find me." 'Cedes said and Kurt's eyes moistened. It was time like this that he missed being with his best friend the most. Well Ohio was not really that far from New York but the distance really made a huge difference.

Kurt scrunched his nose. "Uh I think that would be a problem since I'm now working in his company."

Mercedes snorted on the other line. "Kurt, if I were you, Imma be looking for another job coz he sure is going to fire you."

"He can't do that Cedes. It's like against the labor code or something." Kurt said indignantly but somehow, he doubted his own words. If that would be the case, he would definitely not be defeated lying down.

"Just be careful Kurt. And if everything didn't go so well, you can always go back to good old Lima." Mercedes said. "And I have to go. I'll talk to you later 'kay? I love you Hummel."

Kurt smiled. "Love you too Jones." He lightly tapped the screen of his phone to end the call as he dropped weakly on his bed. What if Mercedes was right? If Noah Puckerman fired him, he surely would hold the record for the shortest employment tenure in the history of mankind.

Maybe, it was time to look in the Classified Ads.

***!***

"Your grandpa is so whacked dude." Chad said as Puck watched him popped the top of his beer. He, Chad and Finn were hanging out in one their favorite local gay nightclubs in Upper East Side. "Did he really believe that you're going to tie down?"

Puck swallowed the rest of his tequila before answering. "Well, the Hummel kid declined the offer."

"You are so dead Puckerman. But don't worry, I think your employees will miss you." Chad teased as he checked out a particularly good looking blonde twink.

Puck glared at him. "Fuck off Murray. I don't give up that easy." Well, he was capable of getting things his way. It just required loads of money and little manipulations. "Hey Finnie, why so quiet?" He asked as he noticed Finn staring blankly at the dance floor.

Finn suddenly looked at him like he was seeing him for the first time. "Uh nothing. Just thinking of something?"

"You sure?" Puck asked as he sniffed quickly on his especially made drug prescription. It stung a little as it made its way in his nasal pathway. He then pinched his nose to lessen the sensation as he started to feel a little lightheaded.

"Don't mind him, he's just jealous coz you're getting hitched." Chad said matter-of-factly as he swayed his body to the beat of the music. Puck saw Finn gave Chad a deathly glare but the former was too busy shaking his tail feather to notice.

"Shut up Chad!" Finn shouted defensively.

Chad just shrugged as he turned to face Finn. "What? We all know that you have the hots for our little Noah here." He teased and Puck noticed that Finn's face darkened in a scowl. "But too bad coz you're not his type. You're too tall and your ass is not that great looking." Chad continued to tease, oblivious that Finn was now positively fuming. Puck shook his head at Chad's tactless antics. They were always like this whenever they got together.

"I'm not jealous." Finn said flatly as he grabbed his beer bottle and walked out on them.

"Not jealous my ass!" Chad called out as they both watched Finn's retreating form. Chad turned to face him. "When did he become a drama queen?" Chad asked moodily.

Puck leaned his elbows against the bar counter. "The night I fucked him one time and he expected a relationship the next day."

Chad raised an eyebrow. "Dude, that was so last season. Maybe, you should fuck him again so he could get over it." He scoffed as he lit a cigarette.

Puck smirked. "Nah, I have my dick set on a particular brunette who's playing virginal prude." He said as he took the cigarette Chad offered him. "I really don't get why he was playing hard to get. What's not to like?" He added as he gestured at his abdominal muscles.

Chad tapped his shoulder sympathetically. "Once again Puckerman, you surprised me with your modesty. Give the kid a break, marrying is not something simple especially marrying you, the biggest manwhore in New York."

Puck smacked him on the side of the head playfully. "What I need to do now is to make him marry me or else, I will lose the company to Jacob."

"Not to mention, your mansion, cars, Armani's, and your promiscuous lifestyle." Chad added with relish as he gave him a huge smile.

Puck rolled his eyes at him. "Thanks for reminding me, man." Now that Chad mentioned it, he was more pressured than ever. He couldn't lose those. It was the life he'd grown up with and losing it might damage his mental health. "You got to help me convince Kurt to marry me."

Chad bit his lower lip thoughtfully. "Why don't you just fuck his brains out? I'm sure that once you do him, he wouldn't be able to say no." Puck chuckled at Chad's suggestion. His friend was really one twisted loony. "Or you can play dirty."

Puck raised an eyebrow at Chad who in returned just shrugged at him. Well, one thing's for sure, doing Kurt Hummel would be difficult judging from the brunette's feisty attitude. He would just have to settle for the second one.

***!***

"Mr. Puckerman." Kurt said as soon as he stepped inside Puck's office. Puck must have not heard him because he didn't even glance at his direction. Kurt then noticed that Puck's head was thrown backwards on top of his recliner and he had an arm thrown over his eyes. Oh god. He didn't want to imagine what was going on right now so he quickly turned around to walk out of the room. Just as he was about to step out, he heard Puck called him.

"So what brought you here Mr. Hummel?" Puck asked. Kurt turned around just in time to see a black haired skinny guy emerging from under Puck's table. Kurt suppressed an eye roll. It was crystal clear to him what just happened.

"Here's the pen you dropped Mr. Puckerman." The guy said sheepishly as he handed the pen to Puck. Puck nodded and gave the guy a heart stopping smile which caused him to blush. Kurt noticed that the guy was one of their newest interns and Kurt knew that Mr. Puckerman didn't call him in his office for Job Etiquette 101.

"Don't forget the office rules." Puck called out as the guy disappeared from view. "So? What can I do for you?"

Kurt breathed deeply. He had to keep his emotions in control. He really didn't want to be angry but when his landlord gave him the termination of his lease that morning, he somehow knew that Noah Puckerman had something to do with it. He knew that when he declined the marriage proposal, Puck would not take it lying down. But to do something like that, it was unacceptable. He worked hard to get that lease and with just a blink of an eye, it was gone.

"It was about my apartment lease." Kurt said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to accuse you at first but to terminate a lease like that, it would take someone powerful to do that."

"And you are insinuating that I did that?" Puck asked innocently as he rested his chin on his hand. "Why would I do that?"

Kurt laughed sarcastically. "C'mon Mr. Puckerman, we both know the reason. Don't act like you don't know it." Playing nice was over. He just lost his apartment and it would probably take time to look for another one.

Puck stood up from his chair and walked around his desk to stand in front of him. Puck was almost invading his personal space but he didn't step back. He didn't want to give Puck the advantage over him.

"Come to think of it Mr. Hummel, if you agreed to marry me, you don't have to worry with those kind of things." Puck said as he crossed his arms on his chest. "Just say yes and everything would be just fine."

Kurt scowled at him. He couldn't believe that Puck would do something like that. It was so unfair. Why was it so hard to understand that playing husband with him was not his idea of a good time? All he wanted was a good paying job and to fulfill his dreams. Was that too much to ask?

"For the second time Mr. Puckerman, my answer is no." Kurt said indignantly.

Puck smirked. "Playing hard to get aren't we?" He asked in a teasing tone. "You are going to break grandpa's heart. I heard he really likes you."

Kurt huffed. And now he was blackmailing him emotionally. "I'm sure grandpa would not be too happy if I tell him that you just forced me to play boyfriends." Puck looked appalled when he said the words and Kurt almost jumped in victory. He knew he got Puck there.

"You can't do that. If you do that, he will give the company to my brother and this company wouldn't last long if that happened. There would be a lot of jobless people, including you." Puck said coolly and as much as he didn't want to admit it, Puck was right. But then, it didn't mean that he would say yes to the proposal.

"Fine, I won't tell." Kurt scoffed. "But I'm sorry, you just have to find someone else to be your husband."

"You really didn't get it do you?" Puck snapped and he knew that Puck was starting to get really pissed at him. "Grandpa already had his mind set that you're the one I'm going to marry. If I will find someone else, he will think that I'm just messing with him and he will give the company to Jacob without second thoughts."

Whatever. Kurt would stay firm with his decision. "I'm really sorry Mr. Puckerman. My answer remains." And without further ado, he turned his back on Puck and walked out quickly from the room. He didn't hear any protest from the arrogant man and he took that as a good sign. It was time for Puck to realize that sometimes, life had to deny him of things that he wanted.

***!***

"Yeah, Cedes. I'm fine. I'm staying in a motel right now until I find a new apartment." Kurt said over the phone as he stepped inside one of New York's prime banks. He had to make an emergency withdrawal for his down payment for the new apartment. He tried to use the ATM but something was probably wrong because it kept on spitting out his card. "I'm fine. I'll call you later." He dropped the phone in his purse as he handed the bank teller his pass book.

"Can I have some ID's?" The bank teller asked politely. Kurt quickly handed his driver's license and SSN ID. The teller looked at it briefly then gave it back as she asked how much he would like to withdraw.

"Two thousand." Kurt answered as he made quick calculations in his head. He probably would have to live with Ramen for the next few days.

The teller typed something on her keyboard. Kurt watched as she frowned on her screen.

"Is there something wrong?" Kurt asked. Crap, he couldn't afford to have another screw up.

The teller looked at him and smiled apologetically. "It says here that your account is frozen."

"What?" Kurt asked incredulously. That was impossible. It was still working the last time he withdrew and it was just two days ago. He felt a headache coming. Suddenly, his dilemma was interrupted with buzzing sound in his purse. Someone was calling him. He looked at the screen and saw an unknown number. He tapped it quickly. "Hello."

"Bank problems?" The person on the other line asked. And Kurt felt bile rose in his throat. It was Noah Puckerman.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, it was time to change his decision.