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Flashbacks are in italics.

Chapter 9: Paris Vanderbilt

"Hi." Kurt greeted as he approached Puck's very tall friend, Finn, who was currently sitting all by himself at a secluded spot inside Jupiter's. Finn nodded at him in acknowledgement as he gestured at him to sit beside him. "I hope you don't mind me being here." Kurt added as he sat beside him. He didn't know why he approached Finn. He just felt the need to talk to someone when Puck made a disappearing act. Chad was no good since the blonde was already wasted and Finn looked friendly enough so he decided to bite the bullet. He was beyond curious when he saw Paris Vanderbilt, who also made a disappearing act few minutes after Puck.

Finn gave him a lopsided smile and shook his head. "I don't mind having someone to talk to." He said almost inaudibly. "So how's Puck treating you?"

Kurt almost snorted at the question but he decided to play it safe. After all, Finn was Puck's friend to begin with and it wouldn't take a genius to know who's side was Finn on.

"Well, he is…" Kurt trailed off as he struggled for the right words to describe his least favorite person in the world. "…quite unique." Like in every sense of the word.He added mentally.

Finn laughed as he drunk the rest of his martini. Kurt watched as he lit a cigarette and offered him one which he politely declined.

"Well he definitely is." Finn said as he flicked the cigarette. "But I hoped you don't judge him based on what you're currently seeing."

"Don't get me wrong Finn, but your friend isn't exactly a candidate for sainthood." Kurt said as he stretched out his legs outward. He was beginning to feel sore from all the dancing.

"Well, whether you believe it or not, Puck isn't always like that." Finn said quietly like he was afraid someone might hear him aside from Kurt. "He used to be a one man man."

Kurt's eyes went wide as saucers. That revelation was kind of hard to believe. Noah Puckerman, a one man man? He probably had slept with half of New York.

Finn looked at him like he was reading his mind. "I know that it's kinda hard to believe but trust me, Puck's playboy image is just a façade. It was his defense mechanism."

"Defense mechanism?" Kurt asked quizzically.

Finn took one last pull on his cigarette and threw the butt on the floor and stamped it with his foot. "You know, when we get hurt, we deal with it in different ways and that was how Puck deal with it."

"By sleeping around?" Kurt asked incredulously. Seriously, that was not how a normal person dealt with his pains.

Finn gave a small laugh. "Honestly, Chad and I had a hard time understanding him at first but as days passed, we just let him do it because that way, we somehow have the old Puck back."

Kurt was taken aback. Old Puck? So did it mean the Puck that he knew right now was not what he used to be? That was kind of really hard to believe. He didn't want to think that a calloused human being like Puck had a different personality back then.

"I don't understand." Kurt said and Finn shrugged at him.

"I don't expect you to." Finn said affectionately. "But sometimes, love does crazy things to people and Puck was not an exception."

Kurt looked at him with questions in his eyes. Finn nodded at him in understanding.

"I know you saw Paris Vanderbilt." Kurt nodded. Finn must have heard Chad's constant babbling a while ago about Paris. Well, Chad's voice was magnified a few decibels when he shouted for Paris who just waved at him awkwardly.

"It was kinda hard to miss him because he just radiates." Kurt said as he remembered how Paris looked under the spotlight. His longish blonde hair looked so soft under the lights and he was dressed fashionably in that body hugging clothing. Everybody was enthralled with his presence.

Finn smiled at him. "I think you deserve the truth about Paris and Puck." He said as he launched the details about Puck's past.

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"Suck it harder baby." Puck said lustfully as he grabbed the hair of the curly haired guy he bumped into a while ago. Puck threw his head back on his pillows as the guy sucked his brains out from his dick. Puck knew he would get used to this life style ever since the night that person left him without so much as a backward glance. From then on, he promised himself that he wouldn't let anyone hurt him again. His new principles now were better than his previous ones.

Romance was created for heterosexuals and not for homos like him. He used to believe that individuals like him could also find love but he was dead wrong. That in itself was laughable. He used to be blinded by slow kisses and waking up with someone beside him. That was the past, he was now in the present. He might be getting hitched with Kurt Hummel soon but that was just a façade. That was just something he had to do to shut them all up. Puck knew that his grandpa didn't believe that he and Kurt were lovers. Grandpa Puckerman was an intelligent and it wouldn't take him long to figure out that he and Kurt were just an act. He knew that his grandpa was hoping that Kurt Hummel would bring the old Puck back but it was too bad that he already long buried him and there would be no miraculous rising of the dead soon.

"Ahhh shit, don't stop. I'm gonna…" Puck's vision blurred as he came hard inside the guy's mouth who on the other hand continued his sucking and milking him for what it was worth. After he came down from his high, he gestured at Antonio, if he remembered correctly, to come closer.

"Your cock is so beautiful did you know that?" Antonio said in his southern accent. Puck smirked at him as he pushed the guy onto his mattress.

"Of course I knew that." Puck said smugly as he stood up from the bed to get something from his drawer. "I just bought a nine-inch dildo. I'm gonna open you up with it then fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk for a week."

Antonio shivered in anticipation. "Fuck yes. I would love that." Puck watched the guy as he flipped back on his stomach and Puck smiled inwardly. He started to walk back to his bed when a knock came on the door. He cursed loudly at the intrusion. He specifically ordered Clifford not to disturb him tonight. Even Kurt Hummel was not allowed to intrude. So who was the fucking twat knocking on his door?

He grabbed his boxers from the floor to cover his front and walked to get the door.

His mouth dropped on the floor along with his heart as his eyes landed on the person who was standing at his doorway.

"Hello Noah." Paris Vanderbilt greeted and Puck felt the air was sucked out of the room. He was the last person he wanted to see right now because just the sight of the blonde beauty was enough to crumble his walls he worked so hard to keep.

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Kurt paced back and forth on the floor of his apartment, practically burning a trail on the carpet. It was almost three in the morning but sleep had completely eluded him. Finn's story had bugged him. It even turned his first impression on Puck in a complete 360-degree. Judging from Finn's story, it was like Puck was two completely different people.

"Paris is Puck's old flame." Finn narrated as he gestured at the waiter for another round of martini. "At first we really thought that they will end up together because they were inseparable like the other couldn't live without the other one."

Kurt felt a slight tugging in his chest as he remembered what Finn said. He didn't know why he felt that way and he didn't want to dwell on it as much as possible because he didn't like what he was feeling. It was almost on the boundary of jealousy. He shook that thought away. Feeling something like that for Puck was not a good thing for him. He knew his limitations. He knew that Puck would just end up hurting him and he wouldn't allow that to happen. He had been weak when he succumbed to Puck's manipulations. He now knew better.

"Puck and Paris are the two people I know who really love each other." Finn continued as he stared at the dance floor. "Puck was even planning to ask Paris to marry him but Paris was serious about saving the world. After college, Paris already decided to go to Africa for his charitable mission."

Kurt was rendered speechless with what he just heard that time. He was surprised that Puck had been a romantic. Puck that time was different from the Puck who grabbed him by the arm and asked him if he liked it raw and senseless or slow and sensual.

"And Puck must have really loved Paris because he let him go because he knew that Paris would be happier that way but we knew that deep inside, Puck just died. Right after Paris left, he just shuts himself to his room. If he's not in his room, he slaved away in their company. He was like a robot, only talks when somebody asked. That routine went on for months. Puck believed that Paris was not coming back for him because if Paris would, he wouldn't have left in the first place."

Kurt's anger on Puck slowly dissolved into pity when he learned about Puck's heartbreak. But still, he refused to believe that a heartbreak was enough to change a person into something entirely different from what he used to be. But when Finn continued, he started to understand.

"After one year, Paris came back with a new boyfriend. We tried to hide it from Puck because we knew how tough the year had been to him. But of course, news traveled fast. Puck heard about it then the next thing we knew, he was gone to some far away country. When he came back, he was an entirely different person. Like he was abducted by aliens or something. And soon after that, Puck is known to be New York's playboy billionaire who doesn't give a damn. It was painful for us to see him that way but it was much better than a catatonic Puck, if you know what I mean."

Kurt finally stopped pacing around and just slumped back on his couch. All hatred on Puck was thrown out the window with Finn's story. At first, he didn't want to believe Finn. What if it was just an elaborate ploy Puck made to get his sympathy? But Finn sounded so sincere and random that he knew he was telling the truth. In the first place, who was he to judge? He just had known Puck for a few months, Finn had known Puck for years. He rubbed his temples gingerly. He didn't want to think about it right now. He stood up from the couch to change to his sleeping gears and just as he was about to push his bedroom door open, a loud knock came on the door.

"Kurt." Kurt parted his lips in surprise when his eyes landed on Puck's figure. Puck looked exhausted and he noticed that Puck was probably in a hurry to get here judging from the state of his clothes which were badly wrinkled.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked softly. Puck looked so miserable that all catty words reserved for the badass billionaire were held back in his throat.

Puck looked at him but didn't say anything. Instead, he stepped in and threw his arms around Kurt's waist and buried his face in the curve of his neck. Kurt almost tumbled in surprise but regained his balance immediately. Then he felt something hot and wet trickling on his neck.

Puck was crying.

Kurt didn't say anything and just looped his left arm around Puck while his right hand cradled the back of Puck's head. He could hear Puck's raspy breath and feel the slight trembling of his body.

They stood at the doorway for a few minutes without a word to each other. Then slowly, Puck raised his head to meet his eyes. They were red from crying but Kurt knew better not to ask anything.

"Can I stay here with you?" Puck asked in a cracked voice.

Kurt nodded then to his surprise, Puck went back burying his face in his neck. "And please don't leave me Kurt." Puck whispered and Kurt immediately understood.

"I won't." He whispered back.