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Warning: Smut ahead and trigger warning (never written smut before so PLEASE tell me where I went right and where I went wrong)

Disclaimer: I'm not going to write this for every chapter, I think its rather obvious I wont be owning Glee from now until I finish this fic, if I did own Glee, Noah Puckerman wouldn't have a shit ride, plus all scenes involving him would require him to be naked.

Chapter 2: Broken

Puck had always been known as a badass, the resident stud who fucked and chucked girls and had no emotional depth what-so-ever. It was a lie he had created ever since his old man had left all those years ago. Never get emotionally attached in fear of getting hurt and having the ones you love hurt you so bad. The people who he cared for, all ended up leaving him. Quinn Fabrey had stolen his heart and hopes of being a father and destroyed them, Lauren Zisses had got away very slowly and probably never liked him anyway considering he wasn't mixed raced (despite his bronze complexion), Shelby Cocoran had also destroyed his chance of having a family and fucked off back to New York, with his Beth in tow and his two best friends had left his side to eat pussy, respectively. So that's how Noah Puckerman found himself alone in his bathroom, eyeing a bottle of his mothers pain killers.

It's not that Puck wanted to end his life, but he didn't know what else to do, he simply didn't want to deal with his shitty lonely life anymore. He knew he wasn't going to graduate McKinely, knew he would be alone forever and end up in jail or dead, so why wait out the inevitable? It's not like anyone would give a fuck if he killed himself, Santana would be upset for a while but Britt would see her through it, Finn would mope around for a while until his wedding to his Jewish princess, his mother probably wouldn't notice considering how drunk she always was and everyone else barely acknowledged his existence.

It was his little sister, Sarah, who caused him hesitation. He couldn't leave her alone, with a waste of space mother as her sole provider, because without Noah, Sarah would feel and be just as lonely as he was right now.

He had understood Dave Karosky's need to end it all, realising you have no way out, no light at the end of the tunnel was something Puck had felt for a long time. It wasn't no pussy thing like Mr. Shue wanting to dive off a building for cheating off a test, this was an ongoing thing for Noah, it had slowly destroyed his soul with each blow that came in his life.

Looking in the mirror of this bathroom cabinet, the badass noticed he was crying. Though he wasn't surprised, he's daily tears served as a reminder that he was well and truly alive and living through this pain. Those tears were welcome and had become his only comfort. He had no problem crying when alone, he was human after all, to go through all the shit he had and not shed a tear would be fucked up in itself. Unfortunately the tears wouldn't just fall for 2 minutes until he felt better, no, these tears invaded his life every night until he passed out from exhaustion, they reminded him that he was broken.

The tears were no longer welcome now though, his life was no longer liveable so with that he decided it was time to go, end it all. He picked up the pills from the bathroom shelf and placed them in his letterman jacket pocket and strolled back into his bedroom where a bottle of vodka was waiting for him under his bed.

As he walked into his room, skilfully dodging all the dirty junk that littered his floor, he ducked under his king sized bed and pulled the alcohol out and grasped it tightly as he stared down at his saviour. In a couple of hours, thanks to this drink and the pills, he wouldn't be suffering anymore, he would be free from the pain and lonely that came with being Noah Puckerman.

He thought of leaving a note to those who cared, but had no idea of what to jot down as his final thoughts. He couldn't tell Santana or Finn that it wasn't their fault because that would only make them think that it was. But it truly wasn't, he didn't hate his best pals for finding love, yeah he was jealous as fuck, but he didn't hate that they found love. Telling his ma that she shouldn't feel guilty would only make her feel so, which would cause her to drink more and neglect Sarah further. So with that knowledge, he left the cliché note unwritten. Those who truly cared for him would understand anyway.

As he pulled the painkillers out of his pocket he heard his phone alerting him to a text message. Letting out a exasperated sigh, he leaned over his bed and picked up his blackberry from the bed side table to see the message was from Hummel. Confused, Noah let his curiosity win out as he opened the received text.

Puck, thank you for today, trying to get me out of that porcelina ordeal and sorry for the repercussions of it. When things became truly shit for me, I was advised to have courage and now I'm passing that advice onto you. Stay strong. See you tomorrow - Kurt

What the fuck was that about?! He didn't fool himself that the dumpster fight would have gotten around the school but for Hummel of all people to show his support was fucked up in itself. Kurt Hummel had once been the victim of his hate for years once upon a time. Noah, or should I say Puck, had done pretty much the same as the hockey player did to him to Kurt for years. Torturing to young countertenor with slushies, dumpster dives and locker pushes had become a way to lash out his rage, rage caused not because of Hummel himself, but his own self loathing.

Yet here Kurt was, advising him to be strong, just like Kurt apparently had when faced with the cunts at the school, hell in this whole fucking cow town. Kurt had found a way to survive everything and was now trying to help Noah survive when no-one else was. Of course, Hummel had no idea of the situation Puck was currently in, pain killers in one hand, his phone in the other, a bottle of vodka wedged between his legs and eyes swimming with unshed tears, but the young diva had still noticed Puck and even thanked him for his help.

He needed to apologise to that kid for all the shit he put Kurt through, seriously. He had half heartedly muttered an apology to him back in sophomore year after experiencing his first dumpster dive due to his lack of Mohawk, but he didn't really mean it. Instead he simply stopped the shit he did to Kurt as a way of apology. He needed to tell the boy exactly how shit he felt for putting him through that crap before he down the bottle of pills and drink. Needed to let him know that he didn't do all that shit out of malice but simply as an output for his own self hate.

Unbeknownst to the flamboyant boy, Kurt has just bought Noah an extra day of life. Tomorrow he would set his affairs in order, he would apologise to Kurt, remind Santana, Finn and Sarah that they had done the best to keep him strong and he would forever appreciate it and then he would come home and finish the deed he planned for tonight. Hiding both pills and vodka under his bed, Noah laid down, on top of his sheet, fully dressed and let his tears send him into sleep.

Kurt Hummel set his phone down on his bed after sending an encouraging text to Puck. The fact that the bully had become the bullied should have brought him slight satisfaction to see the roles reversed, instead it just made him sad. Puck hadn't bullied him in over 2 years now and after he's failed attempt earlier at dressing like a god awful ugly arse girl for the sake of the team, or Kurt specifically, the fashionista thought the badass deserved recognition for his attempt and sympathy for his eventual smack down due to it.

"Blaine, I want to have sex tonight" Kurt declared to his boyfriend who was currently sitting on his couch in the corner of his bedroom, playing angry birds on his phone. Upon Kurt's declaration, Blaine looked up at his boyfriend and chuckled nervously at the serious gaze he received.

"Babe, not tonight" Blaine stated, letting out a genuine yawn "I'm exhausted" The boy continued as he walked sluggishly from the couch to the bed to join his love. He smoothed out his black silk pyjama's and climbed in the bed, dragging Kurt down with him. "Lets just snuggle"

"Blaine" Kurt sighed "we snuggle all the time, we haven't had sex in two months. I'm 18, I'm a guy and I'm horny" the dreaded lesbian bed death had truly sunk in now, and as much as Kurt loved his boyfriend, the love was slowly but definitely moving from romantic to platonic.

It upset him to think such a thing, but the truth is, Blaine bored him. Their relationship wasn't much different from their friendship, apart from the random sex he would get if and when he was lucky enough. The reality was Blaine was more of a fuck buddy then a boyfriend, never kept him on his toes and barely ever challenged him. Blaine Devon Anderson was simply too sweet.

"I'm going to address the giant gay elephant in the room that we have been dancing around for a while now" Kurt decided, grabbing Blaine's hands tightly. The only reason he stayed with Blaine for so long so fear of being lonely and losing sex on demand. But both boys needed more, they needed passion, and neither could provide it for the other and to prolong the inevitable was simply ridiculous.

"We're breaking up aren't we?" Blaine asked, sounding deflated but not seriously upset.

"I'm sorry" Kurt winced, he had never broken up with someone before, hell he never had anyone to break up with, ever. Not including that fucked up situation with Brittany a couple of years ago, the blonde pretty must had forgot their faux relationship as soon as it started.

Maybe now wasn't the best time to call it quits with his first love, after all it was 1ate and the boy was meant to be staying over. If this ended in a fight then things would be severely awkward since the hazel eyed boy would be around for another 7 hours at least until they departed at school.

"Don't apologise Kurt" Blaine insisted, pulling the diva in for a hug "this day has been on the horizon for weeks, with you moving to New York at the end of summer anyway, this was bound to happen. I have one request though, well two actually" Kurt nodded for Blaine to continue so he did, gently fiddling with the blue eyed boys pyjama buttons to expose his pale porcelain chest. "Number one, never go looking for a best friend, because I will always fill that role. I love you so much and I refuse to leave your life, I get to criticise your life choices, interrogate future boyfriends and be best man at your wedding"

"And the second request?" Kurt asked as he buried his head in the crook of his now ex boyfriend's neck, unshed tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Make love to me one final time, consider it break up sex" Blaine chuckled nervously, cupping Kurt's face in his hands causing the young man to look at him. His thump pads slowly caressed the tears that fell out of blue-green orbs that soaked the countertenors cheeks. As blue eyes met hazel, a silent confirmation was said and Blaine lent in a placed a deep kiss on Kurt's mouth as he slipped the pyjama top off the pale boy's shoulders.

Kurt pushed into the kiss, opening his mouth to let Blaine's tongue invade his as he let a hand rest in the ex warblers damn washed hair. Pushing him down on the bed so Blaine's back was comfortably buried into the mattress, Kurt climbed on top of him and rested in-between his ex's legs, never once broking the loving kiss.

Fiddling with the waistline on Blaine's pants and gently tugging them down, causing the hazel eyed boy to arch himself upwards to help Kurt remove his offending piece of clothing, exposing his now leaking cock. Kurt finally unlatched his lips from Blaine's to suck on his own digits to lube them up with his own saliva. Blaine let out a low moan as he desperately searched for friction, finding it as his weeping tool brushed against Kurt's clothed erection.

Satisfied his fingers were wet enough to do the deed, Kurt released his digits from his warm mouth and placed them against his Best friends tight opening. Relaxing Blaine with chaste pepper kisses to the neck, Kurt's index and middle fingers breach to tight ring of muscle as he slowly pushed them slowly further into him.

Letting out a lust filled growl, Blaine grabbed Kurt's perfectly styled hair and pulled him up so their lips meet once more. Kurt's finger began to plough in and out of the tight heat at a fast pace, occasionally scissoring and stretching Blaine's wet hole and crooking his fingers to brush against the other boys sensitive prostrate, causing Blaine to let out high pitched gasps and tears to build in his eyes. His hips gyrating to meet each one of Kurt's thrust, making himself unashamedly fuck himself against the divas fingers.

Once both were satisfied that Blaine was ready for Kurt's now aching member, he removed his fingers, ignoring the whine of protest of Blaine at the lost of feeling and quickly pulled his pants down, freeing his hard thick cock and lining it up against the heat of Blaine's entrance.

Catching Blaine's lips in his teeth and nibbling softly, Kurt thrust his hips slowly forward, causing the head of his cock to become swallowed by the tight heat of the hazel eyed boys hole. Taking his time for Blaine to adjust to the fullness he was now experiencing, Kurt slipped further and further in until his balls were now rested against Blaine's ass.

The ex Warbler clawed at the porcelain skin on Kurt's back and brought his legs up to wrap around the ex cheerios slender waist, silently giving him permission to begin moving. Eyes never leaving each other, Kurt pulled back far enough so only the head of his steel hard cock was still engulfed by the tight muscle and then thrust back inside with more force, hitting Blaine's prostate completely.

Blaine bite down hard on his bottom lip to contain his screams of pleasure as his friend continued to pound into him, brushing his sweet spot every time and making his head spin. Kurt may have once upon a time been a bit prudish and lacking in sex appeal, but once he finally gave into his desires, he had unleashed a monster, although his lack of knowledge and experience, Blaine could safely say that Kurt Hummel was fucking fantastic in bed.

Feeling his climax soon approaching from the deep pool of heat curling in his stomach, Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine's neglected cock and began stroking it hard in time with his own thrusts, spitting on it to provide extra lubrication.

Clenching hard on Kurt's shoulders, Blaine let out a final low groan as his body tense up and his orgasm ripped out of him, causing his warm white liquid to spray between the two of them, his muscles in his ass tightly almost painfully, cause Kurt to fall over the edge as well, filling the younger boy with his essence of his hot lust.

Collapsing on top of his now ex boyfriend, Kurt tried to get his breathing under control and slowly released himself from Blaine's well fucked entrance. Once able to move from his post orgasmic state, Kurt rolled over and let Blaine wrap his arms around him from behind, creating a safe cocoon in his embrace.

"Goodbye Kurt" Blaine muttered, placing a gentle kiss on the nape of the fashionista's neck.

"Goodbye Blaine" Kurt whispered, voice cracking with emotion as silent tears spilled down his cheeks until sleep finally took over them both.

So yeah, the smut was own by Klaine and Kurt was totally on top. how wanky!

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