Last chapter, Maybe?

Chapter 9: How to make a champion

Before the shouting from downstairs interrupted them, the Puckerman siblings were getting along fine. Sarah didn't really seem to care that Jake was her long lost half brother and if she did, she never showed it. She was more happy with the fact that she wouldn't be the only Puckerman starting McKinley in the fall. 'us Sexy Puckling Badass' gots to stick together if we are gonna take over that school next year' she had declared, receiving a high five from Jake and a look of sympathy from Noah.

Noah could see it while looking at both his siblings, when they start school in September, the Puckerman badass image would still be fresh and people would be expecting both Jake and Sarah to fall into the love-rat, popular, top dog roles. Santana had been training Sarah for years on how to manipulate men and Jake seemed to have the sexual prowess down if the whole Blaine situation was to go by. In truth, in the fall, McKinley will get Santana and Puck 2.0. The thought didn't sit well with Noah at all.

Because Kurt had been right in the car when he went on his little bitch fit. Elijah Puckerman was known by the town as a Lima Loser Dead Beat dad, Nora Puckerman was known as the town drunk who neglected her kids, Noah Puckerman was known as 'the dick that had no conscience' so it was obvious Sarah and Jake would be painted with the same brush, and by the sounds of it, they both seem happy to live up to everyone elses low expectations.

Noah was about to give them both a talk about how following the status quo and trying to live up to a shitty, shamed reputation was the biggest mistake he had ever made when the shouting was heard from the bedroom. And that's why all three Puckling's were sitting on the stairs watching Kurt turn into the Ice Queen and Mother Puck was about to bust his nut. Only, it didn't turn physical, infact by some weird turn of events and a random declaration, had his Ma and his gay witch princess crying into each others arms.

"Does your mom and that boy have bipolar or something?" Jake whispered loudly from the stair behind Noah, causing Sarah to burst into not so silent giggles. Noah ignored them, he still couldn't get over the fact that Kurt was his Ma's godson. And Kurt didn't even know it. Fuck, Noah didn't even know he had a god brother, if there was such a thing.

Shit, can god brothers fuck and it be ok, or is it incest or some shit?

"You wanna have sex with Kurt?" Sarah asked breathlessly, still battling her round of giggles. Shit, Noah hadn't meant to say that aloud.

"Bro, your gay?" Jake asked, still watching the two people in the living room sobbing and apologising to each other repeatedly. Sarah let out a scoff and decided to give Jake many examples to prove that her oldest brother wasn't gay.

The truth was, Noah wasn't gay, but he didn't think himself straight either. For the Jewish teen, sex was just sex, not more intimate than a handshake. Although he had never had sex with a boy before, the idea of it didn't sicken him, he had however touch Matt Romford's bare, erected dick and kissed him while having a threesome with April Rhodes a couple of years back. That didn't disgust him at all, in fact the only reason he never fucked a boy is because Lima was a cow town and he had a reputation to uphold. Else he would have pounded Hummel's ass a long time ago, considering it was easily the best ass in the school, attached to the most sexiest longest legs ever.

Yes Noah didn't think himself straight because he wanted to fuck Kurt here, there and everywhere, but he didn't count himself gay either because he had never fallen in love with a boy, or even felt like he could. It had always been a girl who had stolen Noah's heart and made him try romance. It was simple, men he could fuck, but only women he could love. Or so he thought.

"I don't hate my children Kurt, I just lost them along the way and don't know how to get them back" Nora Puckerman said as she untangled herself from the pale diva.

"You haven't lost them Nora, they are still the same kids they were before Elijah left, they just grew up and have more life experiences and more personality traits now" Kurt voiced, wiping his tear stained face clean.

"But I don't know them anymore, we are all like strangers living in a house and they hate me so much for what I've done" his Ma explained in a weak and defeated voice.

"We don't hate you Mommy" Sarah interjected as she stood up and made her way into the living room, embracing her mother in a hug that Noah hadn't seen her do in years. "We thought you hated us, so we just stayed out of your way" her voice was muffled as she buried her face into her mother's chest.

"And you're right Ma, we don't know each other anymore" Noah spoke up, surprising himself in the process. He had planned to make it up to his Ma for being a shit son, but physically showing it instead of verbally promising it. "You associate me with Eli and I see you as a spiteful drunk" he said, pausing as he saw his mother wince at the description "But that's only because we don't know each other, and I'm willing to change that. I'm calling a truce, right here, right now. Forget the past and focus on the now. The now where a family start to heal by communicating and reconnecting" he finished and held up his hand in front of his mother. Nora looked through watery tears at her son's outstretched hand then returned her gaze to his face.

"To be fair, you're much better looking then him" She let out a watery chuckle and grabbed her son into a bone crushing hug, loosening only slightly when Sarah squealed in pain between them. Mother, son and daughter stood in the middle of their front room, crying and holding each other for the first time since Elijah Puckerman walked out. The man had done his worst to his family and broken them completely, but they be damn if they still be haunted by his ghost again. Today, in this moment, Nora, Noah and Sarah won.

"You're family is fucking weird man" Jake's confused voice filled the room.

It has been a week since Kurt Hummel had found out he had a Godmother in the form of his former bully's mother, to say the news was overwhelming was an understatement, but Kurt loved it. He finally had another person, other than his dad, to tell stories about Elizabeth to him, and Nora had loads. Just as precious as those memories of his mother life from kindergarten to grave were, he much more treasured the photographs of his mother life. And Nora had Loads. There were pictures of his mother in ugly little dresses while playing in a sandpit, which made Kurt feel all squishy inside. Photo's of his mother and father at prom, both rocking awful hairstyles and ghastly outfits, but it was the smiles and love in their eyes for one another that made Kurt cry on seeing it. There was photo's from Burt, Elizabeth and Nora's graduation from McKinley, which had him bursting with pride. The most cringe worthy moment was a few days ago, when Noah and Kurt had stumbled upon a photograph of two toddlers, naked in a bath, covered in studs and laughing hysterically. Both boys realized at once they were staring 15 years into the past at themselves and quickly hid the photo away, in hopes no-one ever saw that picture again. Ever.

It was along with that photo and blurred memories of Younger Noah, the trust Noah had in Kurt now and the determination the bronzed boy had shown to finishing his studies; plus being together constantly, whether it be at the Hudmel house or at Noah's; combined with the sexual tension that was disturbingly obvious between the pair, that Kurt sat on the bus to Chicago, looking at Noah Puckerman. Like really looking at him.

Noah was sitting at the front on the Bus with Santana and Brittany, Laughing casually one minute and going into deep whispered conversations the next. Brittany's very frequent glance over at Kurt made him realise that he was no doubt the topic of discussion. But Kurt wasn't really fussed nor was he paying attention, all he keep thinking about was his feelings for the Mohawked, former rebel.

Since finding out that their parents were besties, something changed for Kurt, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he now felt he had a life long connection with Noah. They had known each other since birth and hadn't even realised it, yet fate or whatever, kept each other in one another's lives one way or another. So Kurt lost that nagging feeling that their connection wouldn't last. And without that worry, Kurt decided to drop his defences and allow his natural feelings for the bigger boy through.

With his excuse to not love Noah being flown out the window, it was a lot harder to not do so. Noah was not perfect, by any standards, but Kurt liked that. Blaine was near perfect and it made him boring and predictable. Noah was sex on legs, no denying that, and in the past week he had shown he really cared for Kurt, in a protective way. What with massaging his dance injuries (which was very pleasant indeed) to forcing him to eat regularly (which wasn't pleasant at all and something Kurt avoided at all cost, because he didn't get hungry as regularly as the others) and Kurt would have thought it was a brotherly or friendly protective streak if it hadn't been for the constant look of lust and want in his eyes. Noah Puckerman wanted to have sex with Kurt Hummel, and Kurt was seriously considering making that happen on this trip. Why? Simple, because Kurt Hummel was falling in love with Noah Puckerman.

"So Santana and Brittany-"

"Britana" Brittany interrupted.

"Santitny" Santana corrected with a roll of her eyes.

" Whatever, the names not important. What is important is that I need to have sex with Kurt, and soon, like really soon." Noah whispered as he licked his dry lips and wiped his clammy hands over his jean covered thighs.

"Same" Brittany said as she looked up and gave Kurt a wave at the back of the best.

"Listen Tiger" Santana explained, completely ignoring Brittany's comment "the problem isn't about getting Kurt in bed, that's easy, he wants you, the problem is, that he wants you, he wants you bent over like a bitch and wants to ram his 9 incher right up the back passage" Santana gave him a sexy wink as she starting brushing her brunette locks.

"Wait, how do you know that?" Noah asked, gulping at the thought.

"He told me"

"And are you meant to have replayed this to me?"

"No, but who cares. We are all adults, you both want this shit to go down, so stop being a pussy about it and tell each other, or do each other, I don't really care" She said, rolling her eyes at the boy's stupidity.

"Ok, but like, I'm not too comfortable with the whole, ya know, in the ass thing. Whenever I imagine us doing it, which is a lot by the way, it's me pounding into him, not the other way round. Wouldn't that make me sort of a pussy or something?"

"You calling me a pussy Puckerman" Santana scolded as she slapped her best friend with her hairbrush. "You pounded into me plenty of times, and I ain't no pussy. Besides real men take it aswell as receive it. Are you man enough Puck? Do you have the balls to let Kurt be in control"

"Fuck yeah, I'm all man" Noah stated as he puffed out his chest and showed off his guns.

"or you can flip after he comes, then you take him. That what Blam do" Brittany suggested dreamily, her focus on sending Kurt her best bedroom eyes along the bus.

"Slaine" Santana corrected.

"Who?" Noah asked, deeply confused with these random words being flung out.

"Blaine and Sam" Santana laughed, stroking Noah's freshly trimmed Mohawk in order to sooth the shocked look of her friends face. "Oh yeah, we caught them in the boys locker rooms, don't ask why we were in there, just accept that we were. After your bro ditched Hobbits arse, Sam, being heart broken over wheezy himself took it upon himself to console the Warbler. They have spent every night together at Blaine's since Tuesday, and everyone knows that if you put two dicks in a room for long enough, one of them is bound to need to get sucked" She explained.

"Wait, what? I thought Sam was straight, didn't he tell Quinn that when they started dating?" Noah asked. This whole thing was fucked up. Since when was Sam gay? Since when had Blaine become a slut? 2 different guys in a week, a week after splitting with your long term boyfriend was crazy.

"Sam never told Quinn he was straight, he only denied being gay, because he's bilingual like me, he never lied" Brittany said, sitting back in her seat, seemingly giving up on seducing Kurt.

"Christ, isn't anyone straight in the world these days?" Noah asked.

"Not particularly, we are in 2012, sexuality is a lot more fluid these days, things aren't taboo as much, so it gives us freedom to expand our horizons and experiment more. Plus labels are a piece of shit unless its on something your shop lift" the Latina said as she yawned and made herself comfortable next to Noah, ready to sleep the rest of the journey.

"So you think I should bottom for Kurt, an not feel embarrassed by it?" he asked, feeling dozy himself, the heat from his Panther lulling him to sleep.

"Yeah, I mean if you seriously wanna do the nasty with him and you trust him enough to take care of you, emotionally and physically" Santana suggested.

"I do" Noah whispered, taking one last sleepy look back to the rear of the bus and smiling as he caught Kurt's gaze.

Although the hotel room was a disaster and everyone was screaming, Brittany S. Pierce wasn't worried, simply because she had bigger things to worry about. One, her blanket and pillow fell in the pool, which was a disaster and Two, she needed to tell Santana something really important. So while Puck got trash talked by Sam for studying (Like shut up Sam, we are facing graduation, not you. We need to study in order to finish school) and Kurt was trolling the blogs on his phone about that Mercedes clone, oh and while her girl was threatening to murder everyone, Brittany came to a decision.

Finn may be stupid enough to let Rachel go to New York, but Brittany wasn't. she had spent all week revising and trying her damn hardest to graduate, not because she wanted to leave McKinley, which was a kick ass school were everyone should be forced to attend every single day, weekends, Christmas' and birthdays included, but because she didn't want to be left behind. Santana was going off to New York with Rachel Berry in a few weeks, and people were fools if they thought Miss Pierce was going to be left behind.

The problem though was telling this to Santana, because technically, she hadn't been invited. In fact no-one had asked what Brittany planned to do after graduation, she got a position in a poultry farm (Whatever the hell that was) and no-one even realised. While Kurt and Rachel blabbered on about New York non-stop, Santana remained quiet about it, and it was obviously because she felt guilty about their upcoming separation. So if Santana refused to talk about it, Britt had to do it herself, and quickly, before she forgot what she was thinking about. Screw you 'edge of glory' routine, I'm going to set my future in stone.

"Santana" She yelled, instantly quieting all her friends, apart from Mercedes, who had died or something. "We need to talk" She said sternly, then walked into the bathroom awaiting her girlfriend to follow.

"What's up baby?" Santana asked as she entered the room, with a confused and scared look on her face. Brittany had no idea why she was scared, maybe Santana was the one who throw Britt's bedding in the pool and thinks she is about to get confronted for it or something. But no, Brittany had bigger things to talk about first.

"We need to talk about New York" Brittany explained as she sat comfortable on the toilet lid. "we never talk about it, and it's time to stop avoiding it"

Santana went pale and started to sweet lightly with what Brittany could only describe as nerves. "I don't think now's the best time Britt, we need to practice the Gaga number" she spoke, avoiding eye contact with her blonde girlfriend as she went to leave the room.

"Fuck Gaga, he's a weirdo who dresses deliciously, I don't want you to leave me" Brittany practically shouted, scaring herself with her own volume. Santana spun a 180 on the spot and looked directly into her blue eyes.

"It wont be for long sugar, couple of years, tops. And I'll visit you and you can visit me and we'll scissor Skype constantly" Santana said in a soothing tone as she approached the blonde and gave her a comforting hug.

"There wont be any visiting, Satan" Britt whispered. Santana jumped out of her arms as if she had been burned, the look of fear etch on her face. Which confused Britt even more.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Santana spat harshly. Normal people would have winced or crapped themselves or whatever at the Latina's spiteful tone, but Brittany knew that when Santana got scared, she got cruel.

"No, you fucking idiot, I'm coming with you to New York" Brittany squealed cheerfully, jumping up and down. Santana however, went from angry and scared to confused and sympathetic.

"Baby, you know that's not wise. You have no money nor do you even want to live in New York, you can't just go because you're scared of losing me"

"Erm, no. My mom said she would pay for my ticket and 3 months rent for an apartment as a graduation gift, if I graduate. Which I will, because you, Puck, Kurt, Rachel and Finn have been helping me and all I have left is the geography test. If I get above a 'D' in that, then I pass. I'll follow you to New York, not because I'm scared you'll leave me, but because I love you, and the thought of waking up without you everyday sucks. Plus I'll get a job as a top celebrity reporter or blogger and have people like Will Smith or Rihanna or Marilyn Monroe on fondue for two" Brittany explained as if she was talking to a five year old. Seriously, Britt knew she was like super smart and it made others look silly in comparison, but her girl was taking it to a whole new level of silliness.

"Wow, you've really thought this through huh?" Santana asked and Brittany gave an enthusiastic nod "And are you sure you're ready to leave Lima?" Britt nodded the affirmative again. "And move to New York with me and live happily ever after?"

"You bet 'cha" Brittany beamed, then jumped at the sudden squeal that came from the Latina. But it was a good squeal, a squeal which involved happy tears and apparently a lot of bouncing, hugging, kisses and declarations of love. Brittany fed off her energy completely and mirrored her actions, but she was still abit confused. If Santana had simply asked in the first place, she would have known Britt would follow, she had already set Lord Tubbington up in a rehab there.

The 3 reasons why Kurt could die of happiness right now were sitting out there in the audience, as he peaked his head round the curtain. 1, Lindsey fucking Lohan was there. 2, Perez Hilton was there and was currently blogging about it. And 3, out there in full view were his father, Carole, Nora, Sarah and Jake. He felt big strong arms wrap round his tiny waist as Noah stepped behind him, following his line of vision and spotting his family.

"Thank you" He said lowly into Kurt's ear, lips close enough to ghost over the shell, sending shivers down the countertenors spine.

"For what?" Kurt asked, eyes still trained on their families as he lifted his arms the embrace Noah's arms around his middle.

"For helping me with the chorography, helping me reconnect with the Jungle Cats, going bat shit crazy at my Ma til she finally listened" Noah whispered, gripping tighter to the slender boy in front of him. "For being you and giving me a chance"

"Noah" Kurt started as he turned around in the Adonis' arms, which remained wrapped round him. He took a moment before speaking to search to boys hazel eyes. He saw the usual lust there (he was still Puck after all) but there was something else, a twinkle, a glimmer, of hope and lo- "You're more than worth it, believe me" he continued, before he could think too deeply into things. "But thank you for saying that, and thank you for believing in me and trusting me"

"I do trust you princess, I literally trusted you with my life, and now I trust you so much more" Noah ducked his head slightly so their foreheads were resting on each others. Lips inches apart, so close in fact that they could practically taste each other. "You saved me babe" he whispered.

"Noah" Kurt spoke breathlessly in a voice so quiet that if Noah hadn't been right there, he probably wouldn't have heard it. "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

"About fucking ti-"

Kurt closed the gap between them and places his smooth delicate lips onto Noah's hard chapped one. The electricity that ran through the smaller boy almost made his knees buckle the second contact was made. Snaking his arms up Noah's body, he place one hand on his broad shoulder and the other to cradle the back his neck and began to lightly scratch at the nape. Noah let out a low groan at the back of his throat as he started to coax Kurt's mouth open with soft nibbles to his bottom lip. Kurt let out a tiny gasp as the sensation travelled down right to his groin and Noah took the opportunity to slowly and lovingly slide his tongue into the pale boys mouth, taking his time to explore and taste what had been forbidden to him until now. Noah tasted better than Kurt ever imagined as he softly sucked on the Jewish boys tongue and gentle scraped his teeth along it, eliciting the sexiest moan Kurt had ever heard him make. As tongues battled for dominance, Noah bucked his hips into Kurt's, his straining huge erection pressing roughly against Kurt's equally hard member, causing them both to let out animalistic growls.

"Wanky" Santana's voice travelled to their ears from the other end of the stage and they both, begrudgingly and slowly, broke the kiss.

"Puckurt" Brittany declared loudly.

"Purt" Santana corrected automatically.

"Pummel, perhaps" Rachel suggested as she strolled up next to Santana, who looked at her friend with approval.

"That was… wow! You're mouth is sinful, Princess" Noah said, breathlessly, his forehead still resting on Kurt's as they slowly rubbed their noses together, Noah's arms still around the slender boys waist and Kurt's resting on the bronzed boys shoulders.

"Troubletones, in position" Mr. Shue shouted from somewhere in the distance.

"Play you're cards right and this mouth might meet Puckzilla tonight" Kurt said seductively. He meant it aswell, Noah was one damn fine kisser for sure, and after that, Kurt had decided he couldn't be fucked to hide his feelings and desires from Noah anymore. Giving him one more chaste kiss on the lips, Kurt untangled himself and walked away, ready for competition.

In the last few years, Noah hadn't had much reason to cry of happiness or pride, but winning 2012 national championship was a very good reason indeed. Hence why he was in tears like a little girl, wrapped in his Ma's arms while she repeated declared how she was so proud of him. Jake and Burt had gave him encouraging smacks to the back and Sarah jumped into his arms the second his mother freed him.

"Noah that was amazing, seriously. You gotta come back next year and watch me and Jake repeat that performance" Sarah said with glee finally let go of him and shoving Jake as he let out a groan.

"I might believe that if anyone of you guys could actually sing" Noah teased, wiping the last remaining tears from his cheeks and eyes.

"Well it worked for you" She teased right back with a wink and she leant her head on Jake's shoulder, who was distracted by giving Blaine the trademark Puckerman smirk, the one that was bound to get the ladies knickers off, and judging by Blaine's blush, it was working.

"Yo baby Puck" Kurt interrupted the seduction by snapping his fingers in front of Jake's face, getting his attention. "He will not be used as a sex toy, ya hear me?" Kurt turned to see Blaine gazing at the younger Puckerman, red faced and practically panting. "Oh god, he turned into a slut" Kurt declared, turning to face Noah, who snaked his arm around his Princess' waist. "To think, he's the last person I had, yet he's already had at least 2 hook ups that we know of. I've created a monster so it seems.

Noah leant down an whispered slowly and lowly into Kurt's ear "Let's go upstairs to our room and I'll be happy to make you forget all about your last time" he felt Kurt shiver next to him. He enjoyed the reactions he got from his pale Princess, usual hook ups tended to be a lot less responsive or just plain bored, but Kurt was so sensitive and for some fucked up reason, was actually interested in him, and that was why Noah loved him even more. Well no, not love, more like in desperate need of a fuck- ah who was he kidding, he was positively and stupidly falling head over heels for this boy and he was loving every minute.

Kurt gave a small nod to the request and pulled the bigger boy towards the exit. When he turned to look over his shoulder, Noah got a glimpse of his dark lust filled eyes and was instantly hard.

"Oi! Where you two kids going?" Burt called out from the crowd as he watched them run off.

"To celebrate!" Noah yelled back with a chuckle.

Totally kidding about the last chapter thing, it's time to get all smutty up in this place.

to do it justice, i must go through my whole wankbank of puckurt smut *le sighs*, for research purposes obviously, so next chapter might take awhile. no longer than 10 days for sure, maybe ever be a couple depending on how brave i get. REVIEWS APPRECIATED!