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Chapter 11:Vulnerable

"Are we really sure we are going to give Puck a stag party?"Chad asked Finn loudly. Puck rolled his eyes as he signaled the bartender for another round of martini. "Okay, yeah let's do it." Chad added with a nod of his head then he turned to face Puck and laid out his palm. "Give me your Centurion card and I'll take care of the rest."

Puck raised an eyebrow. "Fuck off Murray, I know you'll just use it to buy that latest Mac Pro."

Chad just shrugged. "What can I do? I dropped my macbook in the bath tub and dad cut my card."

"It serves you right for maxing out five of your credit cards." Finn said from behind them and Chad flipped him the finger. "So seriously Puck, you want to have a bachelor party or what?"

"Just imagine it Puckerman, we will invite all those porn stars and we can watch them do it live." Chad cut in, his eyes were practically twinkling in excitement. Puck just smirked at his friend's craziness. "You can even join them if you want." He added as he drunk his shot of tequila.

Puck laughed a little as he lit a cigarette. "I think that you should just throw the party for Kurt." He said which earned a quizzical look from both Finn and Chad.

"You're turning down a gang bang?" Chad asked incredulously which earned him a smack on the back of his head from Finn. Chad retaliated by stomping on Finn's foot then he turned back his attention at Puck. "It would the best fucking party ever and I mean it literally."

Puck shook his head. Chad really never gave up. "Whatever gets you through the night Murray." He said as his eyes trained on the dance floor. A skinny brunette was doing a very seductive dance and Puck was sure that the dance was directed to him. He licked his lips as he stood up from his stool to get to the brunette. However, he was stopped short when he saw a familiar figure walking towards their table.

"Paris." Finn and Chad gasped at the same time.

***!***

Paris Vanderbilt Is Back In Town by Sebastian Kane

Kurt folded the copy of Queer Extra and stashed it behind his pillow. That front page article provided him the information that Puck was hesitant to give him.

He learned from the article that Paris was a hotel heir and was next in line to manage their business as soon as his father retired. Paris was the only son of a hotel magnate and a former fashion designer. Kurt also found out that Paris was into charity works. If Paris was not seen planting trees, he could be spotted serving at a soup kitchen. Kurt also read that Paris and Puck practically grew up together since their families were old time friends. He also learned that they shared the same elementary school, high school and college. Paris and Puck were inseparable until the day Paris decided to pursue more charity works on the other side of the world.

Finding out some of those things about Paris gave him a disturbed feeling. He knew that he shouldn't feel that way but somehow, there was something in him that told him that he was intruding between Puck and Paris. It was absurd because in the first place, Puck and Paris broke up a long time ago.

But why was there a nagging feeling in him that was telling him that he was a road block between Puck and Paris? It confused him in so many ways.

And what was even more confusing was the tightening in his chest when he imagined Paris and Puck back in each other's arms.

Kurt shook his head. He knew that he had to squash out that feeling before he got hurt in the end.

***!***

"What are you doing here?" Puck asked, refusing to meet the blonde's eyes because if he did, he would surely lose all composure he had. He watched as Finn and Chad slowly blended in with the rest of the dancing crowd. He was now left alone with the one person he wanted to strangle and kiss at the same time. "I told you to stay away. Is that so hard to understand?"

Puck watched as Paris clutched the hem of his shirt. It was the signature nervous gesture. "I just want to talk Noah." He said in a small voice. "After this, I promise not to bother you again."

Puck was not a fan of dramatics so he decided to let Paris talked to him so he could just get over it. "Fine, you can talk now."

"Can we talk somewhere private?" Paris asked in a pleading tone.

Puck snorted. "It's either you talk now or stay the fuck away." He hissed but immediately regretted it when he saw the pained look on Paris's beautiful face. Puck never wanted to admit but the sight of Paris still gave him a jolt in the heart. It was pathetic and he hated Paris for still having an effect on him.

"I just want to say that I'm sorry."

"Your sorry is five years too late Paris." Puck spat out. He was thankful that the music in the club was enough to drown his voice which he knew magnified to a few decibels. "I understand why you left me. It was your dream to help other people the best way you can and I loved you too goddamn much to stop you from doing that dream. But when I learned that you came back after a year with a new boyfriend, it killed me because I was hoping that you will still come back for me." Puck didn't know what made him spill. He just felt that it was the right time to tell Paris how he really felt.

Paris reached out to touch him and as his fingertips were about to graze Puck's chest, Paris pulled away. "I know and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Puck was torn between running away and hugging Paris. He hated seeing Paris like this. Paris was usually elegant looking and always composed but right now, he looked crumpled and torn.

"So, where's that Italian guy you met?" Puck asked, unable to stop himself. He wanted to hurt Paris like the way he had hurt. "His cock not too big for you?"

Slap.

Puck rubbed his left cheek to ease the sting from Paris's slap. Well, he deserved that. Paris was now looking at him with wide eyes like he was surprised too with the sudden show of violence.

"He left me because he thinks that I'm still in love with you." Paris answered then he looked at him straight in the eye. "And he's right." He added and that being said, he quickly turned and walked away, leaving a flustered Puck at his wake.

***!***

"Hallelujah! Kurt's here!" Chad announced as he pulled him inside the rented clubhouse which was now turned to a night club-like environment. Kurt chuckled at Chad's enthusiasm. It was two days ago when Chad told him that he was throwing a stag party. Well, he was kind of not really expecting to receive a phone call from a very excited Chad inviting him to Puck's stag party. Technically, the party was his and Puck's since as Chad gladly pointed out, it would save them a lot of trouble (and money which Kurt couldn't believe since Chad was also rich himself) if they would have just one stag party. He was hesitant to go at first because partying was not really his scene but when Chad offered to accompany him on his next's shopping spree, Kurt gave in.

"Look, I think you'll rock this." Chad said as he dangled black laced panties in front of his face. "Puck would totally dig that."

Kurt's cheek heated up as he grabbed the panties from Chad and chucked it behind his shoulder. "Uh, so where's Noah?" Kurt asked. The name Noah still felt weird on his tongue. Noah was too personal but he had to learn to use it.

"Puckerman is way too VIP to arrive on time. He was probably fucking some twink on the way here." Chad answered and his eyes went wide like he was caught saying a bad word. "Ooops, I forgot that the wifey is here."

Kurt rolled his eyes and Chad pretended he was badly hurt. Suddenly, he saw Finn approaching them, carrying an expensive looking paper bag which he handed to him.

"It's my gift for you." Finn said with a smile.

Kurt smiled back as he muttered a thank you at Finn then something caught his attention. A tall handsome blonde guy was approaching them. The guy looked really handsome in his three piece Armani suit and he was carrying a bouquet of roses with his left hand.

"Oliver Queen? What he's doing here Chad?" Finn asked gravelly. Kurt was beyond confused.

"Well I never really thought he's actually coming." Chad said awkwardly. "I swear to God Finn, I thought he will just ignore the invitation."

"You're really a huge twat Chad. He isn't exactly good friends with Puck." Finn continued to hiss as Kurt watched them. He really didn't know what was going on.

"Evening gentlemen." Oliver greeted. Finn and Chad were immediately silenced by the new arrival.

"Mr. Queen, glad you made it." Chad said as he offered his hand for a handshake which Oliver shook gently. Kurt watched as Finn quickly excused himself, muttering something about getting the food served.

"I will never miss this for the world." The blonde guy said, flashing them a dazzling smile. Kurt just found himself smiling automatically. The guy seemed to have to talent to charm everyone around him. "And I believe you're the fiancé."

Kurt opened his mouth to say something intelligible but immediately dismissed the idea and just nodded.

Mr. Queen, this is Kurt Hummel." Chad introduced. "Kurt, this is Mr. Olive Queen of Queen Industries."

"Call me Oliver." Oliver said as he took his left hand and kissed it gently, his eyes locked on him in the process. Kurt fought the urge to blush and just gave the man a huge smile. "And this is for you." He added as he handed him the bouquet. Kurt took it and muttered a quick thank you.

"Uh Mr. Queen if you'll excuse us, the lap dance for Kurt is waiting." Chad cut in which elicited a small laugh from Oliver. Kurt hastily excused himself and followed Chad but not before Oliver gave him a lopsided smile. Kurt made a quick nod at him and smiled back.

"See you later Kurt." Oliver called out.

Kurt smiled inwardly.

***!***

Puck glanced at his wrist watch. It was already nine in the evening and he was now an hour late for that ridiculous stag party Chad insisted on throwing. Surprisingly, he was not in the mood for partying. Honestly, he was not in the mood for anything ever since Paris made his little revelation that he was still in love with him. Puck knew better to believe Paris that easily. He was not going to be gullible just because a former love suddenly professed his feelings.

He carefully pulled over on an empty parking space next to a black Volvo then quickly climbed out of his car to march inside the clubhouse. The party was in full swing when he came in. Greetings and well wishers welcomed him as he wove his way towards the bar. He didn't bother to look for his friends and just proceeded with the drinking.

"I thought you're ditching the party." Someone said from behind him. Puck looked at the direction of the voice and saw Paris looking delectable in his off shoulder black long sleeved shirt and white Armani jeans. Puck raised an eyebrow at him. "I know you hate it when Chad throws a party because it always ends up with you cleaning the mess."

Puck couldn't help but laugh and Paris joined in. "He was persistent. I was really starting to regret giving him my credit card. The rent for this clubhouse is expensive and with such a short notice, Chad probably ended up maxing out my card."

"You know you love Chad despite of his crazy antics." Paris said with a small laugh. Puck looked at him for a few seconds before he wrenched his gaze away. If Paris hadn't left, this party would have been theirs. Puck shook his head to erase those thoughts away.

"Yeah you're right." Puck replied. "So you up for a drink?" He asked. Paris smiled and nodded.

Puck signaled the bartender for a cosmo, Paris sole drink of choice. Puck smiled inwardly. It had been a long time since he had this moment with Paris.

***!***

"Mic test." Chad said on the microphone as he tapped on it. "Can you all hear me now?" He asked at the audience. Kurt watched from his seat as he listened to Chad sing a Backstreet Boys' song to test the microphone for the second time.

"Someone has to remind why I make friends with him." Finn said behind him and Kurt couldn't help but laugh. So far, the night had been great but he still hadn't seen Puck yet. Maybe Finn was right on saying that Puck would be ditching the party.

"Alright folks, it's time for the traditional dance." Chad announced on his microphone.

"He just made that up." Finn said.

"Okay Puckerman, you thought I didn't see you but you're wrong. Don't hide yourself there and get your big cock at the middle of the dance floor."

Kurt followed Chad's line of vision and saw Puck sitting by the bar with no other than, Paris Vanderbilt. He felt something snapped inside him but just ignored the feeling. He watched as Puck hauled himself up and walked to the dance floor.

"And Kurt, get your sexy ass here and dance with your man." Chad added which elicited cat calls and whistles from the crowd. "C'mon, we don't have all night."

Kurt reluctantly stood up from his seat and walked towards the dance floor. The sooner he dealt with it, the sooner this would all soon be over. He met Puck at the center who just raised an eyebrow at him.

"You looked fuckable tonight." Puck said huskily and Kurt blushed deeply. The thin material of his gray shirt felt thinner from Puck's comment. Kurt was surprised when Puck wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. "Let's just humor Chad and get this over with." He said in his ear. Puck's warm breath sent shivers down his spine. He slowly wrapped his arms around Puck's neck and tucked his head under Puck's chin. Suddenly a slow song came through the speakers.

Babe, you're every breath I take,

Your love rules every move I make

And I know, that you can't read my mind

And baby, maybe I

Don't say it as often as I should but I really want it to be heard

When I say I love you that's for good

You have my word that day after day after all

I will always be true

That's a promise I make to you

"Shit." Puck muttered under his breath as he released his hold from him. Kurt was surprised when Puck left while muttering a string of curse along the way.

"You're a fucking moron Chad." Finn growled. Kurt frowned, unable to understand what was going on. "You know that song is Puck's song for Paris."

Kurt's mouth dropped with what he heard. Did Chad do that on purpose?

"Oh man, I didn't know. I thought that was just his favorite cheesy song." Chad said, answering his thoughts.

"Where did he go?" Kurt asked. Finn and Chad looked at him like they were seeing him for the first time. Without waiting for an answer, Kurt left them and wove his way through the crowd to look for Puck.

After a few minutes of trying to locate Puck, he found him sitting at one of the gazebos located at the back of the clubhouse. As he was about to approach him, he noticed that Puck was not alone. He saw the back of a blonde head leaning on Puck's left shoulder. From where he was standing, he could hear Puck speaking softly.

"Chad didn't mean it." Puck said. Kurt could see Paris's shoulder racking in soft sobs. "He didn't do that to hurt you."

"I'm sorry if I'm too affected. I don't have the right to be because everything between us is over and you're going to get married soon." Paris said in a hoarse voice. "I just couldn't help it. I know you chose that song for our wedding day and…" Paris trailed off.

Puck didn't say anything but just wrapped an arm around Paris waist. Kurt noticed how the two melted perfectly in each other's embrace. Kurt believed in one true love and he knew that Puck and Paris found it in each other.

He stepped back and his foot landed on branch which made a loud cracking sound. Puck and Paris both their head at him and quickly pulled away from each other like they were caught doing a bad thing.

"Kurt." Puck acknowledged coolly.

"Uh I'm good." He muttered as he turned away immediately and marched towards the clubhouse then he stopped on mid walk and looked over his shoulder.

It was really sad that Puck didn't even come after him.