XII

~ The Puckerman Penthouse ~

The sun was no more by the time Kurt came to stand in front the biggest set of windows he'd ever seen in a penthouse as he stared out on the midnight black tinted city. In fact, this was the first penthouse he'd ever set foot in, and to think it belonged to Noah Puckerman. It was a privilege indeed but he wasn't about jump about like an overexcited seal because of it. He was going to admire the place for what it was: large, modern and luxurious. The front door had led onto the living room where in it contained an electric fireplace, all typical living room amenities upholstered in either leather or linen and scattered in a sparse and minimalistic fashion where several impressive works of art that brought about color to the otherwise shaded color scheme. Everything was modern, everything was up to date and everything was worth taking in.

No wonder places like this were so expensive, even more expensive than those in Los Angeles or Miami. With features and a stunning view that Kurt bet was nothing but magnificent during the day hours, this place was next to priceless. When he'd actually arrived, Noah had been so taken aback with his sudden appearance that the boy had had to round him to enter, and despite him abandoning his position before the threshold of the door, Noah had remained planted there with somewhat of a goofy grin stretching across his face. It was cute and Kurt didn't need much else in non-verbal action to know that he was welcome, despite the barging in. In truth, he too found it surprising that after returning to his own apartment several hours ago and bathing in Creed's vanilla, the desire to see Noah had almost rung like a command, and so he had done.

"Wow... you really know when to dish the dough wisely Noah. First this place and now Creed. You've got taste," complimented Kurt as he continued to look out of the window, the reflection of Noah's approaching figure in the corner of his eye. Stopping a few meters away, the man joined in and took in the sight before him. It was true that whenever he needed to relax or calm down, he'd simply look out the window, but it was the figure by that same window that was now diverting his attention. In his eyes, Kurt was going to be a scene stealer in front of any setting no matter what. "It's really dazzling."

"It is, isn't it?" agreed Noah as they both took in the sea of glittering lights that was the Upper East Side including as much of the rest of New York as the eye could see or make out. Kurt could only hope that he himself would be able to afford such a place in the future and live in an expensive apartment since everything when it came to real estate here was about the view. Noah was lucky, though Kurt didn't know that he was the man's center of attention as his head slowly swiveled from side to side, trying to catch everything in sight like a little child. To Noah, it was ever so endearing. "A great... view."

"It was so good of you let me see it. It must be the treasure of this place, the real thing. It's beautiful," complimented Kurt again as he brought his eyes away from the view to turn around and see Noah's eyes on him, like he had felt them, instead of on the glass. It was something that would have made Kurt blush self-consciously and he would have if his eyes hadn't been stolen yet again by the man's casual attire. However as Noah noticed Kurt's eyes on him, he made to remove them. "Oh, no, you don't have to go change just for me Noah; I'm not here on an official capacity or anything. You're fine the way you are."

"Thanks. You look good too... um... come here, sit down Kurt. I think it's time I did this," replied Noah as he gently took hold of Kurt's hands and lead him over to one of the couches by the fireplace, switching the fire on in the process as the model placed his Abercrombie and Fitch bag neatly on the glass coffee table. Kurt waited patiently as Noah adjusted the temperature before the man came to kneel on one knee before him, the low position causing Kurt to frown as he shifted in his seat, Noah taking his hands in his as he began. Was he really going to beg for forgiveness?

"Kurt, first of all I want to apologize for last night," began Noah as he stared deeply into Kurt's eyes. "I didn't think and now both of us are paying for the consequences I myself made happen. Believe me, embarrassing, humiliating and ruining an event that important to you was not planned and I am a bad person for inflicting such pain, but Kurt like you said to me back in the park, please don't forsake me for it... even though at first, I didn't know what that meant. I don't want to lose you. You're a great friend and I want us to get to know each other better, but I can only hope I'm not the only one. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Why what, Kurt?"

"Why did you snatch me away from Joshua?"

"Joshua? Who's Joshu-"

"The man I was dancing with. Why did you do keep a hold of me?"

"I... well I-"

"I was safe with him! I wasn't breaking the rules. You had Quinn, I had him, everything was fine," protested Kurt as he suddenly shot up in anger, sending Noah to the floor as his back narrowly missed the glass coffee table. "Look, I know there were two of us and I know I could have broken away, but you influenced me in a crowd that made me so vulnerable. You knew how much I craved a dance yet you still took that up as your chance to turn me into your own mindless puppet, my ultimate weakness taken advantage of just because you, Noah, couldn't keep your hands to yourself!"

This was not going well. Noah's apology was backfiring, the bullets ricocheting off his walls and into him and as Kurt's tone grew colder with each spoken word, the further they penetrated, killing his heart. He didn't want to admit the truth, he was too proud. He was too scared. It had only been this morning since he'd analyzed his feelings, and it was asking too much of him to simply blurt them out. He needed time. He wasn't even sure of them himself, and even if he did declare them to Kurt, would the boy even accept an act of jealousy combined with new found attachments as a justifiable excuse? It would only support an act of improper conduct, a poor occasion to make plain his feelings at the selfish expense of his affections.

"And what kills me, is that I don't even know why you did any of it! You say it wasn't planned but it could have been just as easily done spontaneously!" Cried out Kurt as he ruthlessly stalked towards Noah, the man pathetically crawling back towards the fireplace as the model bore down on him. "You know for what's it's worth, I was going to forgive you. I was Noah, but I don't think you're telling me the whole truth. You're keeping something from me and that's now become your own problem. This whole mess is now you're own problem, one I don't want anything to do with any more. I'll see myself out."

Throwing Noah a parting glare, Kurt grabbed hold of his Abercrombie & Fitch bag and stormed his way to the door, his near stamping like footsteps deliberately rambunctious and loud but before he could reach the handle, a large hand grabbed a hold of his wrist before pulling him flat against a broad chest. Soon after and without Kurt even realizing what was happening, soft puckered lips had descended onto his, causing him to gasp, his eyes blowing wide as his bag fell to the ground from limp fingers. Noah's free hand was slithering its way around his waist whilst the other, dropped his wrist and gently placed his own behind Kurt's head, keeping him in place.

The kiss itself was romantic. Nothing but, and Kurt could tell by the way Noah expertly maneuvered his way around his lips that the man had had experience in this department. Though it was to be expected. He was Noah Puckerman. Wait a minute! He was being kissed by Noah Puckerman! He was being held by him, he was being brought closer by him and Kurt felt as though he had surrendered himself to a higher force, just like at the Balencia. There was a way about Noah that often made him hard to place, yet what was trying to seek placement in his mouth was only made too clear. Yelping in further surprise and freeing himself from Noah's grasp, Kurt hit the opposite wall, both of them panting.

"What the…" began Kurt, placing a shaking hand to hammering chest as he leaned heavily against the wall. His legs were now too weak to fully support him and as a result, he could have slid down and crumpled to the floor but the growing realization was enough to keep him upright. As he looked over at Noah, whose breath was coming out as labored pants more than ever, Kurt brought his finger to his lips and began tracing its slightly puffed and swollen shape, the spontaneous kiss's mark still evident by the slight swelling. The discovery was enough to continue his question. "What the hell just happened?"

"I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to... I... damn it!" Shouted Noah in frustration, punching the wall as he noticed Kurt's expression still stricken with inquisitive horror. It was true. He hadn't meant to kiss Kurt but it seemed that once his apology had fallen through, words just weren't going to be enough. He couldn't form the necessary words to communicate to Kurt how he felt so in the midst of the storm out, a kiss had been born. It was the only thing he could do to make him stay, but now as he observed Kurt flinch at his attack on the wall, who knew if he even would. "Why don't I ever think?! Kurt, I'm-"

"Oh my God, that's why you did it? That's why you kept me to yourself isn't it? You-"

"I don't know!" Cried out Noah, fleeing from the wall into the living room as Kurt slowly peeled himself from his before slowly following from behind, his hand still placed on his mouth. Noah was exploding. He had his hands waving manically around, his voice was thunderous and he was pacing restlessly around with no intention of stopping. "I'm not sure what the fuck is going on anymore! I've never felt like this towards another guy! Sure I've fooled around with some in the past but that was like... experimentation or whatever! It was never serious, but ever since the Salvatore I can't stop thinking about you! You're in my thoughts, my dreams; it's fucking freaking me out!"

"I'm sorry if I unintentionally turned you on but that's not my problem!" Retorted Kurt loudly, storming his way towards Noah as he defended himself against nothing but a man's internal crisis, a battle of his confused feelings and a threatening take on his manhood. He was already angry at Noah for one thing and he really didn't have the patience for that same man to take his insecurities out on him. "Stop involving me in all your crap Noah! I don't want in, I want out, but I apologize if I've tainted your perfect little rich life so dreadfully! I didn't mean to cause such internal struggle, but maybe you'll be able to control your feelings next time before you go hurting the apparently revolting object of your affections!"

Slap! Noah stumbled back, nursing his cheek, his skin searing under his touch as Kurt had raised his hand and viciously slapped him around the face with an echoing crack, a near blood red hand shaped print appearing on his bronzed cheek. As his expression morphed from shock to pain, he looked back at Kurt, whose usually light colored eyes were dark with fury. He had deserved it. It's like he couldn't stop dragging Kurt down along with him with all his shit, and as a single tear escaped Kurt's eyes, weakening them as his lip quivered, Noah's soul cried out in grief at the further destruction he'd carelessly caused, until with a set of new words, it died. "Noah, I don't want to ever speak to you again!"

"Kurt... no... please! Kurt stop!" Pleaded Noah desperately, Kurt swiveling on his heel as he wiped his tear away on his sleeve before storming his way back towards the door. This time he would leave for good. Nothing would stop him. Not even a kiss, not even Noah's heart wrenchingly pleading cries for him to stay would persuade him to listen to another round of problems the man had because of him. He would no longer play victim to his consequences but as he arrived at the door, Noah caught up and rounded him, barricading and blocking the exit with his body, his face in despair. "Don't go."

"You want me to fling myself from your balcony?! You want me force myself to do that, because I will smash my skull in if it successfully gets me away from you!" Barked Kurt, brandishing a pointed finger at Noah's chest as he attempted to shove the man aside in vain. He couldn't. Noah wasn't letting him. Kurt wasn't strong enough and he didn't know any other entrance to the penthouse apart from this one. He was stuck here in his multi-million dollar home and with that thought, he began to panic. "No matter how uncomfortable you're making me you're not going to get the fuck out the way are you?!"

"Kurt, you can't leave me! You can't give up on me like... no Kurt, don't!" Begged Noah as Kurt pelted from the door and re-entered the living room, his eyes wide and his head flicking from side to side as he searched for another way out. Earlier when the boy had been by the window, Noah had found the action adorable but now, it only spelled out trouble for him. Kurt didn't know that the main door was the sole entrance that lead to the elevator and as the boy hopelessly eyed the balcony, Noah's heart plummeted. He raced up behind Kurt and wove his arms around his stomach, pulling him close as the boy struggled against him. "Kurt, don't even think about it! I'm not letting you go, I need you!"

"The fuck you do! You've made me out to be a life ruiner! A boy, who by no fault of his own, should be blamed just because Mr. Womanizer here now likes penis as well as pussy!" Retaliated Kurt as he made a desperate attempt to escape Noah's grasp before finally twisting in his arms and facing him, their faces now near inches apart as Kurt continued seething in the wake of Noah's upset features. He was even more trapped than he had been before but this time, there was no escape. "Unhand me now, King Kong! I will not tolerate being some colossal ape's plaything! Get some other Ann Darrow!"

"Kurt, will you just-"

"Help! Somebody please help me! I'm being held captive against my wi-" cried out Kurt but as he attempted to continue his screams for help, his shouts was silenced as Noah's hand came down over his mouth. Kurt shook his head violently from side to side, his hands coming to remove Noah's but with a final huff of exasperation, the man lifted him onto his shoulder and made his way back over to the couch, kicking and screaming, his fists pounding on Noah's back. "You know I could easily scream rape! With a high-pitched voice like mine, anyone could mistake it for a woman's! Want to se-"

"Kurt! For fuck's sake just listen to what I have to say!" Barked Noah, Kurt's silenced protests increasing in volume as he tried desperately to remove Noah's hand to no avail. There was no fighting with this man. He'd never be allowed to leave unless he played by Noah's rules and whilst the idea of listening to more of the man's bullshit pleas was enough to risk another chance at the door, he relented. However as Noah removed his hand from Kurt's mouth, he quickly replaced it as the boy took in a breath for another plea of his own. "You want my hand to stay clamped to your mouth because it's staying there unless you promise not to shout anymore!"

"Say what you have to say then," sighed Kurt, Noah tentatively removing his hand from his mouth, scanning his face suspiciously as he once again knelt before where he'd sat Kurt down on the couch. He took the boy's hand in his but this time; both of them looked down at the touch. Kurt had always known both of them to have skin tones the opposite side of the spectrum, which made the contrast all the more striking when they were placed next to each other. It was something to appreciate and awe at and as Noah smiled down at their hands, he noticed Kurt's begin to subtly shake. "Noah... I'm sorry."

"No... no, no Kurt I'm-"

"I'm sorry for what happened at the ball, I'm sorry that I've now somewhat converted you and ruined your life, I'm... oh God... Noah, I don't like hurting people, but I have," choked Kurt, his interested expression from before fading rapidly as his emotions flowed to the surface, an inevitable sob escaping from his now welling eyes. However as his small whimpers descended into a cascade or tears, Noah looked on and knew that never in his life had he ever come across anyone so beautiful, even when crying. He pulled Kurt into a warm hug, rubbing his hands against his back as Kurt sobbed into his shoulder. "I feel so stupid... I'm sorry."

"Shhh, Kurt you have nothing to be sorry about. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay," soothed Noah as he continued to rub small circles on Kurt's back, the circular motion helping to ease the tenseness in his muscles, loosening him up Kurt rested all his weight against him. "Hey here, Kurt look at me. You've changed my life, sure, but you haven't ruined it. Knowing you has been like a road to self-discovery or something. Sharing deep stuff with you has done me good and I've found in you what I can't find in others, just... please don't take that from me."

"Noah, I too shall be better for having known you, and I'm glad you chose me over some shrink," giggled Kurt quietly as he looked intently back at Noah, the man smiling in return. The boy still firmly believed that Noah had to seek what he'd found in him in others, like his family, his friends, Quinn. The man couldn't rely on Kurt alone, could he? Kurt wasn't Noah's responsibility but Noah's himself. "Don't worry though; I don't intend to take anything away from you. I'm not going to suddenly disappear, never to be seen again. We're still friends, and we'll still see each other. I still want to get to know you after all."

"Oh thank you Kurt, thanks so much," replied Noah in great relief, gently wiping Kurt's tears from his cheeks with his thumb before pulling him for another hug, his hands enveloping the boy with so much warmth, it rivaled the heat emanating from the fireplace. Kurt, in return, could only crack a bright smile as he brought his arms around the man's neck, his head now lolling on his shoulder, eyes drooping as they observed the fire. He was so very tired. The day had been eventful to say the least but at least everything was settled. "I want us to be close Kurt, I mean I want us... I... Kurt... do you like me?"

"What? Well... of course Noah I lik-"

"Do you like me Kurt?" Persisted Noah, as Kurt pulled himself away from the hug in order to fix the man with a frown, though Noah still kept his hands around him, keeping their distances close. Now that they were done with the apologies, they were back to this? To be honest, Kurt hadn't had time to process this new development over the drama from earlier, but now that things had simmered down, he was able to think more clearly. Noah was attracted to him. He didn't even know he was anything less than heterosexual but he guessed this is what he had meant by 'deep stuff'. "Kurt? Are you... attracted to me?"

"Well I..." began Kurt, his mouth gaping as his brain struggled to conjure up words for him to say. He didn't know what to say, and he hated being put on the spot, but this seemed like a big deal to Noah, what with the man looking intently back at him, his eyes brimming with hope. "Noah, I've only known you for a month and I really haven't been thinking of you sexually. What with moving here, my work experience and the modeling I haven't had time to think of anyone in that way. You remember? When I told you this in Mangia? It's just been a blur. Don't get me wrong, I do find you handsome, but I-"

"Handsome? You think I'm handsome Kurt?" Inquired Noah, his crest fallen face that had appeared during Kurt's answer, rising back into place as he smirked at the way the boy rolled his eyes, as if the answer was plainly obvious. To Kurt, Noah was handsome, a fine young man. His shirt was unbuttoned and open, exposing a sculpted chest underneath and his sleeves were rolled up, once again showing off those drool worthy arms, but outer image aside, Noah was charming, boyish and tender, three attributes that Kurt did find attractive. "But... does this mean you only see me platonically?"

"Well... okay I lied. Noah, I haven't been seeing you as a mere friend all the time," replied Kurt as Noah's head shot up to meet his gaze. The man's heart had dropped at the realization that the one person he desired, the one person he wished to share sweet man kisses with didn't see him in the way he wanted to be seen, but now, it was racing. "I mean I'm telling you the truth when I originally didn't think of you that way, but there was this one time when I felt something more. I didn't act upon it because it wasn't worth mentioning, and because it would only make things awkward between us, so I left it."

"Tell me Kurt, please. When was this?"

"It was when you invited me to the ball after Mangia. You wanted me to go so badly that I couldn't help but feel something," began Kurt, Noah pressing himself closer to him, his chest brushing his closed knees as Kurt noticed the glimmer of anticipation in Noah's hazel eyes. As if what was being said now would determine something exceedingly important. "And ironically I felt it again when we were dancing last night. What we were doing was bad, but it felt so good. Then today, what with the Creed fragrance, the apology and you here now saying you like me, I can't stop feeling it."

"So... does that mean you do like me? Is that what you're saying, Kurt?" Asked Noah anxiously, Kurt hesitating before he went in with an answer. Did he have a crush on Noah? Was what he was feeling strong enough to be classified as that? Possibly. Noah's chest fell, fearing a possible rejection yet again. "I'm like you Kurt; I don't know where these feelings came from. Fuck, we've only known each other for a few weeks and I never thought to date a guy before, but I know I feel good when you're near me, and if it feels good, then that's good enough for me. Only question is, is it for you?

"Well I-"

"I want to be with you Kurt. I want us to give it go, give us a chance," continued Noah, taking hold of Kurt's hands once again in his and staring deeply into those baby blue eyes. Who knew if the boy would still act upon his feelings, now that they had been mutually returned, but certain things were just worth fighting for. "But... it's up to you. It's okay if you don't want to enter into anything with me. I know I have Quinn and you have that... Josh guy or whatever, but I want to see if there's anything there. I want us together. I mean if you're not put off by a... man-whore who's slept wit-"

Kiss. Noah's words were cut off by a pair of full soft lips that landed on his with a soft thud, its cushioned landing proving to initiate a kiss bursting with sweetness. Placing a finger under Noah's chin, Kurt tilted it upwards for a better access before withdrawing, his eyes twinkling. "Please don't degrade yourself like that Noah. You may be far from a virgin and you may have popped the cherries of countless girls, but you must realize that your most precious possession is time, and you've far too much unfinished making out work with me to spend even a minute talking about anyone else you've bedded."

Noah's lips were still puckered from Kurt's spontaneous kiss and only broke shape from the stuttered breath he let out at the realization of it all. Kurt had said yes. He was willing to give them a shot and as Kurt giggled at the face he pulled at the thought, Noah sprung up and lifted the boy into his arms, kissing him with every ounce of feeling he could muster. This time, Kurt happily kissed back and allowed Noah to explore him, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Now this was a real kiss. The boy had never known how good kissing could be, what with him lacking any hugging experience, let alone kissing, but now he was finding it as one of the most pleasurable experiences ever. He was being so intimately touched, made to feel as much of Noah as possible that it all felt so, so, so good.

Meanwhile, Noah's senses had been practically wiped clean of anything except shooting electricity volts of pleasure as his body molded into Kurt's, the boy taking as much of him as Noah did of him. However, he had to note that Kurt wasn't the best of kissers. It was sloppy, clumsy and a little rushed but it was to be expected. The boy hadn't had as much practice but that at second thought was a good thing. Noah didn't like to think Kurt's lips on anyone else but on him, because Kurt had one fine pair of lips. He just didn't know how to use them yet, and so, as Noah ran the show, lowering them both onto the couch below, determined to ensure Kurt had made one of the finest decisions he'd ever made, he kissed the model. He kissed his model.

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Glee

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Waking up to a concoction of delicious aromas wafting in from underneath the guest bedroom door was one of the best alarms that Kurt could ever experience. Although he enjoyed getting up to his favorite tunes in the morning, this was a pleasant change, primarily because he hadn't tripped and fallen to the floor as he so often did. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind wasn't so lightheaded with dreams as light as whipped air, but filled with flashes of him peacefully drowning in pancake batter. Mmm, drowning. Gently nudging his eyes open with a little rub from the back of his hand, Kurt adjusted his waking sight to the sunlight pouring in though the veil like curtains. However, any thoughts of gorging on food of any sort were replaced with those of last night. Memories of endless streams of conversation that had lasted well into the early hours of the morning.

After both he and Noah had settled their differences, laid what had happened at the ball to rest and established a certain relationship that both were happy with, they'd gone on to spend three whole hours just talking to each other, just like they had done in Central Park and Mangia. There was nothing to it. It didn't feel strenuous, difficult or uncomfortable to communicate most things hard to revisit, like Kurt's childhood; how a combination of his mother's death from breast cancer, a torturous high school life and poor social anxiety, that had made it that much harder to approach others, had now thankfully shaped him up into an emotionally stronger and stable human being. That and discussing more intimate stages of his teens, like his relationship with Blaine, his celebrity crushes and finally, what really got his juices flowing.

Noah had in turn revealed an equal amount of personal 'shit', as he had crudely referred to it as, from his own highly protected childhood that had nearly suffocated him to an inch of his life. How he had been raised primarily not by his mother, but by his nanny, Anita. How he had hardly remembered ever seeing his mother except after her spin classes and before the cocktail hour where she would draw him a bath and tell him how she'd spent her day. Not only this, but the mention of Thomas Puckerman had crossed his lips. The man's infamous death hadn't been hard for him to recount, though Noah's eyes had looked like the life had been sucked right out of them as he explained it all to Kurt. His body had stiffened and only with the combination of the fire's heat and Kurt's massaging hands on his back, had had him all soft again.

Both of them had lost a parent. Whether that drew them closer or made them more understanding of each other's sorrow, Kurt didn't know, but he hoped that such a connection would not be lost, not act as something that would push them away. In any case, whilst some topics may have allowed silence to rule the air in the wake of memories best left alone, Kurt had keenly bounced up and down on the couch and inquired into Noah's undisclosed bisexuality and soft spot for sweet girls and soft boys. The heir had highly welcomed the shift in subject and had appreciated it just as well, though it hadn't prevented him from blushing profusely, Kurt being nothing but a conversational wizard when it came to prying the juicy information out of him, information that had ceased as Noah had pounced on him and kissed him deliciously for a solid hour.

Kurt's body could only hum with the memory of how Noah had kissed him. Especially his lips. In fact, they were still very much swollen by the time he'd entered the bathroom to freshen up and change, observing his reflection in the circular borderless mirror. His appearance had somewhat evolved since his arrival in New York; the fleshy parts of his face now rapidly disappearing to expose cheek bones he hadn't known he had, that in turn gave him a more mature and sophisticated look he thought complimented him. His hair was somewhat longer than it had been in high school. He'd still retained his signature side parting but apart from that, it had hardly changed. It was like the only thing he'd brought from his childhood into the game of the adults; all natural, wavy coconut brown locks of it all.

Stepping out from the shower, getting dressed and fixing a somewhat casual look that he knew suited the early hour, Kurt quietly walked out of the bathroom and down the hall until he reached the kitchen where that smell of chocolate chip waffles and raspberry honey pancakes dominated the air. However as sight rounded the corner, Kurt's eyes now had their own feast as there, sat comfortably on a stool, was Noah, reading the morning paper and somewhat formally attired, wearing a business suit and an unbuttoned shirt revealing abs Kurt just wanted to lick. Mother, may I... This wasn't fair. His senses were already overcome with food, he didn't need his hormones jumping into it all. Hot man by hot food. Hot model peeking around the kitchen wall of said hot man's hot apartment. Hot, hot, hot!

"Morning baby," greeted Noah, smirking as Kurt jumped out of his hidden perch, straightened up and breezed into the kitchen, seating himself across from the man at the island counter. Kurt had never been in the kitchen before now, though it didn't disappoint in terms of architecture. The color scheme was black and white with a splash of green and he loved the 1950's SMEG fridge by the far end. It looked like the only thing in the whole apartment that hadn't come from a Sc-Fi film, but even it must have been modernized on the inside. "How are... err, where do you think you're going?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, were these for someone else?" Asked Kurt innocently as he turned around and fixed Noah with lamb like eyes. As he had scoured the room's sleekness, the sight of plates topped full of what encouraged his stomach to rumble came into view. He hadn't meant to ignore Noah or cut him off mid sentence but at the moment, appetite was winning over his libido and it just couldn't be stopped, until he was. Stepping down from his stool and walking the short distance over to him, Noah chuckled at Kurt's near drooling mouth. He understood. "I didn't mean to presume."

"I can't start my day without a kiss from those sweet lips now can I, and neither, I doubt, can you."

"Sure I can, Noah. It isn't that hard. Watch me," replied Kurt playfully before extracting himself from Noah's strong arms, which had since weaved his way around his waist. However, it was all in vain. As he made to escape, he was whipped around to collide with Noah's lips head-on, both of them melting into one another's touch. Knees buckled, everything buckled nearly sending Kurt down into a cute puddle of goo on Noah's kitchen floor if it weren't for the man's supporting hold on him, a strong hand keeping him up and ever closer into the heat of that chest.

"Mmm," moaned Noah as he caressed Kurt's mouth with his tongue, massaging every smooth surface with delight. It was amazing to relive memories of last night. Talking to one another about anything and everything before rounding it all off with a great fireside make-out session, brought to the present with Kurt's hands drifting from his broad shoulders to his chest, Noah's skin tingling under those light playful fingers. However eventually withdrawing from the kiss, the thought of passing out from lack of oxygen as heavy enough indication, Kurt giggled at Noah's moan of displeasure. "Baby, get your lips back here now."

"Sorry, my lips ache for pancake. Yours were just the starter," laughed Kurt, this time successfully swiveling himself out from Noah's grip before flying towards the food stacked counter, his eyes ravenous. They had a right to be. Plates of heaven had been laid out next to three large Mangia bags which only gave heavy indication that not only did the restaurant deliver its scrumptious food right to your door, but it didn't skimp out on anything. French toast, pancakes, pastry and executive breakfasts accompanied with a thermos of Hot Chocolate and a flask of orange juice. Not bad. Not bad at all. "Yummy."

"Eat as much as you want, babe. Though not too much. I like your ass the way it is," replied Noah, leaning on the counter as Kurt scoffed lightly, returning with a plate laden with freshly baked brioche, low fat yogurt, seasonal berries and honey, accompanied with a steaming cup of tea. Noah had never been quite the chef when it came to the kitchen and neither apparently had Kurt. They didn't know a great deal about food but they could safely agree that whatever Mangia would serve before them would never be turned away. "Can't eat too much myself. I want to stay hot for you."

"That's thoughtful of you Noah, but you can still gorge yourself from time to time on the bacon and home fries," giggled Kurt, depositing of his plate on the counter as he went to squeeze Noah's arm seductively, raising himself up on tip toes to kiss the man's lips, lick his lips, soften his stubble and allow his sweet breath to caress Noah's skin. It was as if Kurt knew exactly where the man's secret erogenous zones were and how to make them run hot, red hot with lust. "I want to lick, bite and kiss every inch of your body till your senses go numb. My moans, my groans, my... oh yeah... you know you can't resist me..."

"K-kurt," stuttered Noah, gulping as his rapidly growing erection pressed itself against Kurt's thigh, building and building in length, harder and harder all the time. This boy was completely catching him off guard. For someone who had claimed to have had not a lot of sexual experiences to speak of, Kurt was proving to have quite a flirtatious attitude, one that Noah loved. He remembered the sneak preview that had came out to say hello at Mangia a week ago and the boy's power was now yet again washing over him, his sexual grip keeping a hold off him ever so tightly. "What... w-what are you doing to me?"

"Don't you know, my little sex stud? I'm seducing you... and you like it. Mmm... boy, do you like it."

"Gimme more, Kurt... I need... just give me... give..."

"Go on... say it..."

"Oh God, let me fuck you hard."

"I want you to fuck me hard... hard, Noah," murmured Kurt, as he raised his thigh to Noah's groin before starting to rub up against it in a slow tempo, slow enough to elongate each moment, hard enough to give perfect friction. It caused Noah to gasp harshly in pleasure, but also Kurt. He'd never felt the outline of a cock so large. Not that he'd ever had the chance but it was just as well. They would have all been put to shame. Noah's length must have measured at least eight inches long and as Kurt continued stimulating it, he felt its scorching heat. "I know what you want. I've got what you need but... do you have what I crave?"

"I'll give you anything the fuck you want just... don't stop," pleaded Noah, tilting his head up into the air in increasing ecstasy as he began to thrust against Kurt's thigh, increasing the speed, increasing the friction, nearing the delightful fate that would serve him the ultimate high point of his day. However, feeling the need to grab onto something for support, this time his knees almost giving way to the floor, Noah grabbed hold of Kurt and buried his face in the boy's neck, breathing heavily, so hotly on pale skin as his hips bucked for the end. "Keep doing that, keep... baby, I'm half way there..."

"And that's as far as you're getting," teased Kurt, his flirtatious nature disappearing as he removed his thigh from Noah's crotch. Sliding right out of Noah's grip, he walked on over to his stool and plonked himself before his breakfast feast as he noticed out of the corner of his eye, Noah blinking profusely, a frown forming as his mouth gaped in shock. The sudden lack of heat from another body, the lack of pent up friction, the lack of an orgasm had been like a bucket full of ice cold water landing on the man and as Noah came to his senses, he turned to Kurt, his arms still outstretched, hips still open. "Gee, that was fun."

"That was fun?! What the fuck, Kurt?! You... you just cock blocked me! Your own damn boyfriend!"

"I was doing you a favor Noah," pouted Kurt as Noah rounded the counter to tower over him, the erection in his trousers still fierce for his touch but his hazel eyes just plain fierce. This would mark the first time Noah was properly displaying anger towards him and it was admittedly frightening but with an justified explanation, all would be well, hopefully. "It's never happened to me before but staining a no doubt very expensive designer suit with man milk must be a bitch to remove. I mean you can't go to wherever you're going to with a large stain down there when we all know... it's not the typical."

"Sorry... forgive me Kurt," sighed Noah as he came up behind Kurt to wrap the boy in his arms, Kurt resting his head on his broad shoulder as he kissed his cheek in forgiveness. Noah fully agreed with Kurt on his reasoning. In the past, he'd spilt more than his fair share of dodgy juices on clothes with price tags too high to mention without tears, from Pepto Bismol on a D&G jacket to Lemon curd on a Gucci tie. All accidents had never been received well, especially since he'd had to buy them afterwards since he'd rented them out for special events. "It's just that it would have been nice to, you know... go to heaven."

"Go to heaven? Would my touch really grant you a sunbeam to paradise?" Giggled Kurt, snuggling into Noah's hold as he tore apart a piece from the brioche on his plate, brought it up to Noah's lips and fed him, the man both humming and chewing in contentment as his rubbed his cheek gently against Kurt's. It was an incredibly sweet picture, very homey, very much as if they had been together for much longer than several hours. Just what they wanted. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you Noah, I promise, but really it would have been a crime on my behalf to have not saved that handsome suit."

"Shit!" Exclaimed Noah frantically, performing a double take at the time on his watch. He was running late but as Kurt, who had been midway of serving him a spoonful of yogurt, wobbled on his stool from the commotion, the boy spilled the dairy confection down onto his pale polo top, staining it with a line of white dribble. It looked like the only person who was going to be stained in homemade yogurt was him, not Noah. Pun intended. Taking note of his own carelessness, Noah dashed out out the kitchen only to come back with a Marilyn Monroe tee shirt in his hands, his face apologetic. "Sorry about that. You can wear this."

"Thanks but... hey wait! Noah, where are you going? You haven't had breakfast yet have you?" Shouted Kurt, accepting the printed shirt, the face of Hollywood's ultimate sex symbol smiling back at him, as Noah pelted from the kitchen once again to pull on his jacket that had been resting over the back of the couch in the living room. Kurt didn't know what was going on. He had been given no run down of today's plans, or to be specific Noah's plans, considering he was on a break from modeling. He had nothing to escape chase after a man for answers. "Noah, wait up! What's the rush? Tell me what's going on."

"I got called by the company this morning to attend an emergency meeting at the tower and they get so majorly pissed off when I'm late," replied Noah hastily by the door, Kurt catching up to him as the man brought him into a heart warming farewell kiss, no time wasted as they both sank into it. Pulling away but not before gifting Kurt with an Eskimo kiss and a hug to match. "I'm sorry for doing this to you Kurt but I've really got to go. Take your time with breakfast, leave whenever you want but just don't break anything or fling yourself from my balcony if the door gets stuck or something, okay? I'll call you."

"I'll be waiting," cooed Kurt as Noah froze at the soft strum of the boy's voice, the way it lulled in the air, the way it enticed him to stay. Oh, Kurt was naughty for doing it. He knew Noah couldn't resist, but he had to. Determined to come back in a few hours to claim his little sex model, Noah pulled a pained face as he opened the door, crossed the foyer and entered the elevator, Kurt's leaning position on the door-frame wearing only briefs and a stained top proving to be one massive temptation. Though as the man disappeared behind closed doors, Kurt re-entering the penthouse as Noah left, a little surprise was in store for the boy. "Argh!"

"Who are you?!" Asked a stern voice as Kurt had turned around before jumping back in shock in the wake of a short overweight woman in her forties eying him critically near the entrance, one of her eyebrows raised. From the shaded uniform she was wearing consisting of an apron and a white cap adorning her head, Kurt had to guess she was either the maid or someone else of service, though he didn't give it much thought. He'd placed his hand over his heart in an attempt to calm down but as the woman neared him, it only beat faster in fear. She did not look happy. "What are you doing here?!"

"I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm a friend of Noah's," replied Kurt, smiling timidly as he nodded his head politely, anything to ease the woman off his back, though by the look in her eye, such gesture wasn't appreciated even in the slightest. Her posture was rigid and poised for something Kurt didn't know what, but he didn't dare think of it either. He had the distinct impression he was not wanted and the sooner he left, the better, without bare legs of course. "I'm sorry but... who are you? Noah never mentioned you. He actually didn't say you were here-"

"I'm Anita. I was Noah's childminder when he was little," replied Anita as she crossed her hands across her chest, raising her chin into the air as she continued eying him with distaste. Noah had mentioned rather little of Anita. He had rather replaced her with wild adventure like stories of when he was child and it had only been when Kurt had delved a little deeper that he'd found out that the woman had had a greater role in Noah's life than he had let on. Perhaps admitting that your mother hadn't been a mother but had left it to someone else wasn't something to boast about. "Hey! What is that you're holding?"

"Oh, um, Noah said I could borrow it. See I spilled some yogu-"

"Mr. Puckerman has no right to dispense possessions of Ms. Fabray to any of his 'guests'!" Barked Anita as she yanked the tee shirt out from Kurt's hands and brandished it in front of him accusingly, Kurt wincing as it hit him the face. Though it wasn't this that now had him slack jawed. Noah had given him something of Quinn's? Seriously? And what did this woman mean by 'guests'? "You conquests are all the same aren't you?! You think you can just waltz in here and sleep with my mistress's future husband and hope to be fed with pancakes afterwards just because you're pretty?! Not under my watch!"

"What?! I didn't sleep with Noah!"

"Come off it, I know what goes on within these walls! I mean what are we coming to?! It's an insult to decency!" Retorted Anita loudly, cornering Kurt at the door as she leered up at him menacingly. This whole confrontation from someone he had only just met a few minutes ago was totally unprecedented. Being branded as a conquest was one thing but being branded a home-wrecking whore was quite another. "Noah is a good man at heart. He is responsible, loyal and protective but the last thing he needs is to give into temptation, to give into the likes of you! You have a nerve flaunting yourself like a slut in society!"

"Slut?! I'm a vir-"

"Liar! Get out! Leave now and don't ever come back! You and your kind are not welcome here anymore!" Shouted Anita as she pointed to the door, allowing Kurt barely enough time to collect his Abercrombie & Fitch bag that he'd left there the previous night before sprinting out into the foyer, heart hammering as he pressed the elevator button. As if his guilt wasn't high enough, hanging on the wall next to him was a canvas photo of Quinn, dressed beautifully in a white sundress in the midst of a field of lilacs, her golden hair falling delicately around her face. The sight was just too much to bear.

"Oh God, forgive me," muttered Kurt in horror as he fled into the elevator, jumping slightly as Anita slammed the penthouse house door shut behind him. He was now the biggest hypocrite of them all. Not long ago he had disapproved of the 'sleeping around' lifestyle, heavily judging both parties involved and even though he hadn't slept with Noah, he'd kissed him, kissed the lips that belonged to someone else. Allowed himself to get roped into an evening of near adultery, become the next 'babe' Noah had buttered up for and finally tempted into a choreographed breakfast of cliché proportions.

Oh God, what have I done?

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Author's Note: I based Noah's apartment off the penthouse atop the five star St. Regis Hotel in San Francisco.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the characters from Glee since I don't own the show. I'm not earning money from this and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I mean only to please whoever stumbles upon my Love Story.

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