XIX

~ Homewrecker ~

I see the way that you look at him, what makes you think that he's yours to win
You're showing off just trying to catch his eye, run along get your own guy
The way your hand lingers on his arm, he makes a joke, you laugh a bit too hard
I know the tricks, it makes me sick inside, run along get your own guy...

"What is this?!" Cried out Quinn indignantly from the bedroom doorway, the palms of her hands facing outwards from her sides as her mouth gaped open like a fish run aground gasping desperately for the water before suffocation grabbed its life with the stopping of its heart. For Quinn, it was very much the same. She had walked along the corridor to her fiancé's bedroom without much thought before she'd opened the door and run aground on a sight that had cut her breathing to next nothing and rendered her heart motionless, powerless to restart. She was dying from the sight. "What the hell am I seeing?!"

"Oh my God..." muttered Noah in panic as with the sound of both Quinn and Kurt's gasps resounding off the walls, he looked around to see his tearful fiancée, eying him in a compromising post coital position with a boy who's skin looked as if it had been bleached an increasingly lighter tone of petrified white. Quickly sliding himself out of Kurt as the boy winced ever so slightly, Noah pulled himself off the person he'd just been caught cheating with and tried to calm his now rattling heart. He was so screwed. Both he and Kurt were so screwed. "Quinn, honey, I can explain, I-"

"'Honey'?! No, you no longer have the right to call me that, Puckerman! No right at all! I stopped being your 'honey' the moment you decided to taint our engagement by fucking someone else, and in here, on what was going to be our marriage bed!" Screamed Quinn as she surged forward, Noah jumping off the bed as Kurt brought the low ridden quilt up to his neck, concealing his shameful nudity. "And don't even think of spewing out tedious and degrading excuses, Puckerman! There is no plausible explanation that could in any way justify you cheating on me! Why have you done this?!"

"I... I-I didn't mean for you to find out this way, Q."

"Liar! You didn't mean for me to find out at all!"

"Quinn, believe me I wasn't out to hurt you."

"Yet I catch you desecrating what we have with that thing!"

"Q! He's not a 'thing', his name is Kurt," seethed Noah, pointing to the cowering boy practically fully hidden behind the white quilt. As Quinn's temper had risen exponentially, and as Noah had scrambled to collect and pull on each article of clothing he'd haphazardly discarded before the fateful act, Kurt had tried with all his might to render himself as small as possible, make himself invisible, to pray for magic to wave it's wand an teleport to his own bed in his apartment where the fear that his hair would get ripped out was not as great. "Just calm down alright, Q. Just-"

"Shut up! One more word out of you and I'll slice your cheating cock off with your undone zipper!" Threatened Quinn as she turned to Kurt, her brown eyes blazing. "You... Kurt 'Model of the Year', 'Most Beautiful Face of 2012' Hummel must be pretty pleased with yourself, huh? Think you've snagged and converted yourself a rich man, don't you? And I bet the fact that he belongs to someone else made it all the made satisfying, didn't it? A real accomplishment. Wrong. You're just like any other easy thigh opening lay; a headboard banging fuck, a degenerate thing as useful as a run of the mill blow up sex doll!"

"Don't you fucking call him that, Fabray! Don't you ever fucking call him that again!" Roared Noah as he pulled Quinn away from the cowering boy who looked as though he was going to bolt at any second, to face him head on. The man could see each insult Quinn had thrown at Kurt had effectively acted as a pinprick to the boy's sensitive feelings. The winces, the near hint of welling eyes, everything, and such reaction was like food to Quinn's rant. It was horrible to watch, but enough was enough and Noah was not going to stand for it. "Just leave Kurt alone, Q. This is between you and me."

"This whole engagement was between you and me before he came along! For all I know, he might not be the only one! How many other people are you fucking, Noah?! How many other people are you having affairs with?! And I say 'people' because I don't what the hell your sexuality is anymore!" Shouted Quinn as she roughly shoved the man away from her, her senses nearly overcome with the stench of fornication. This bedroom was like a gas chamber to her now. "Are you gay, Noah? Just come right out and say it to your fiancée, to your future wife. Are you gay?!"

"No."

"Then what the hell are you?!"

"I'm... I'm bi, Q. I like guys and girls."

"Don't kid yourself, Puckerman. You're on a layover to gay town."

"Look Quinn, how about we talk about this later," proposed Noah calmly albeit a little shaken as Quinn continued eying him in disgust. She didn't think bisexuality even existed. She was firm believer of labels: gay and straight, pick a side and stay there. However, it was which side Noah had chosen to stay on that worried her, all because of the thing still in their bed. Whipping around she saw that whilst her back had been turned, Kurt had slipped out from under the quilt, had hastily begun collecting and pulling on his own clothes but before he could reach for his polo top, she grabbed him by the wrist.

"Listen, you little home wrecking whore, I don't want to ever see your face here again, clear?" Warned Quinn. "First you flirt with my fiancé in front of everyone, then you humiliate me by dancing with him at the ball, and now I walk in on you fucking him in our bed. If I catch you near him once more I'll make sure you wish you'd never stepped foot in this city of so called 'friendly people'. Your life will be ruined, it'll be finished, you'll never model again, and as for NYADA, I can make sure that dream is a dead as your affair with Noah is now. Now get the fuck out of our apartment!"

"Kurt, baby wait!" Cried out Noah as with a final glare from the angry blonde, a stare cold enough to sprout icicles inside his stomach, Kurt wrenched his wrist from out of Quinn's choke like hold and her digger like nails to flee the room without a second glance, the door slamming shut as the boy's running steps beyond the entrance disappeared into silence. Fuming, Noah turned from the door to his fiancée. "What the fuck, Q?! You have no right saying that to him! You don't set down the rules around here! This is my apartment, not yours, and I call the fucking shots in my own life, not you!"

"You've never once called the shots in your life, Noah! Not when you were a kid, not in high school, and not now! Know why? Because you can't be trusted!" Argued Quinn. "Don't you understand?! I set an example out of that boy! I don't want you bringing home any more men and women, and if you do, I'll treat them as I did Hummel! The only one you should be taking to bed is me, your future wife. Besides, I don't even know why you're getting all hung up on this? That boy clearly has a thing for you but it's not as if you return his pathetic schoolboy feelings, right? He's just like the others. Nothing."

"He's not nothing Q, he's Kurt! His name is Kurt! He's not a 'headboard banging fuck', his feelings aren't 'pathetic', they're real and that 'thing' he has for me is greater than anything you've ever felt for me!" Retorted Noah as he grabbed hold of Quinn's shoulders and shoved her onto the bed as she landed with a heavy thud. However as the man went to pull on his shirt, she felt the warmth, the warmth that was quickly disappearing but constantly lingering, the warmth of love just made. She'd never felt it before. "I'm not going to say this again Q, just back the fuck off!"

"Like hell I will!" Shouted Quinn. "This is more than a mere dalliance, isn't it? You actually have feelings for that boy... You know, I have never once objected to your flirtatious behavior when in the presence of women, Noah. I have accepted your promiscuous past and sordid lifestyle choices you have had, but of all the models at the Salvatore show, of all the models in New York City, you had to throw yourself on him. I didn't want you cheating on me with anyone, but with him? A boy who sat next to me in that Limo to the Balencia only to ruin my evening later. How could you do this to me?"

"To you? Not everything is about you Q, and when I've been with Kurt, it's definitely not been about you," snapped Noah. "I didn't sleep with Kurt to get back at you or some shit. I wasn't out to hurt you. In fact, whilst you were either at Yale or going out with the girls to wherever as everyone else around me gossiped about me and ignored how misunderstood I was, I found a friend in Kurt. He understands what it's like to be judged. He knows loneliness and ever since then he's been there for me, listening to me, being a true companion so lay off okay."

"You mean to say that boy was gullible enough to listen to all that bullshit?! What a tool!"

"Fuck you!"

"Probably pities you. Probably only hung around because you were made for a good pity fuck."

"Shut up! You don't know shit about him Quinn, or what we had! So just leave him out of it!"

"How can I just 'leave him out of it' Noah, I caught you inside him! I mean, are both of you determined to make me a total laughing stock?! A woman who can't keep track of her own fiancé only to have all her fears proven?! Do you, Noah? What kind of husband are you going to be?! What kind of man are you?!" Yelled Quinn as she stood up suddenly to storm right in front of him, Noah refusing to budge an inch as he eyed her coldly. "And as for... Hummel. Good old friendly lend an ear Hummel. What's so special about him that differentiates him from the rest? Why are you protecting him?!"

"Because I love him alright!" Cried out Noah as he rounded on Quinn once again and bore into her shocked eyes, her whole posture frozen. Eventually tearing his face away, Noah walked on over to the balcony door frame and leaned on it, a tear leaking from his eye as he looked out over the city landscape. "I'm in love with him, Q. Ever since meeting him; he's become the one single thing of my own. I wanted to keep him all to myself, away from you, from family, away from everyone so it was just us, no one else. He was the sole comfort in this engagement; you have robbed me of my only friend and love!"

"Love? What do you know about love, Noah? You don't know shit!" Hissed Quinn as Noah's eyes darkened, flicks of furious red replacing the specs of green in his eyes as he turned around to look the blonde. "You're Noah Puckerman, you don't do love, you don't make love, you fuck. Just fuck and leave. That's the only thing you know how to do that's even remotely close to 'love'. Well, that and breaking hearts. Care to count all the hearts you broke back in high school, Puck? So many aren't there, but you'll have your punishment. The blood from all those broken hearts is on your hands."

"And the tears from all those you manipulated, lied to and betrayed back in school are on yours, Q. This engagement might not have love in it, but at least I've had a taste of it. I know what it feels like and if I could go back in time to stop myself hurting all those girls, I would, but I don't think you would do the same, what with your withered heart and all," seethed Noah as he peeled himself away from the door frame and made his way towards her. "You know, Kurt and I had plans to tell my mom about us. That what we had was real, that we loved each other, and therefore rendering this engagement void."

"As if she'd support such a partnership. Hummel wouldn't be able to bear her grandchildren or heirs to your father's company. He can't give her anything, but I can," explained Quinn. "However, if the press hears of an affair you'll be in for a scandal so big, it'll ruin you all. You will have dishonored your family and brought shame on their name, your boy toy will be branded a home wrecker as his modeling career will flounder and even though I may be damaged goods with my name forever associated to a female cuckold, I'll be pitied as that poor little blonde girl who got unjustly screwed over."

"Like that's much better. Just let Kurt and I do this Q."

"No. Screw Hummel and the love you have for him, I'm not getting cast aside."

"Quinn, you and I don't work. You have to see that. Stop hanging on to this sham of an engagement and let me have this."

"I'm not letting you have anything, Noah. This engagement is real, it is genuine, and we are going to get married or else."

"Or else what, Quinn? You'll sacrifice your reputation by blabbing to the press about me and Kurt? Fine. Kurt and I will deny it, everyone will think of you as nothing but a rumor spreading liar and my mom will end the engagement, by which time I'll be free to date Kurt openly, except this time, you'll be the poor little blonde girl who got justly screwed over," smirked Noah as he advanced on Quinn, the blonde stepping back a few paces as the man crossed his arms across his chest in victory. "Unless you've got proof or any evidence to support your accusations Q, you have nothing on Kurt and I. Nothing at all."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, baby. Anita caught you and Kurt kissing when he first stayed over all those weeks ego. She captured the kiss you two shared with her phone. I didn't want to believe it at first, thought it was a hoax, a photoshopped image, but after what I've seen tonight, I see it's true." Noah's heart plummeted. A shiver ran through him and as his throat gulped, his satisfied exterior disappeared. This could not be happening. Fucking proof was out there to support his affair and Quinn had the power to wield it with whatever level severity of malevolence she saw fit.

"You are to never see that boy again Noah, do you understand? If you do then I'll have no choice but to use the evidence of your affair against you and back out of this engagement on the charges of you being unfaithful," explained Quinn. "Both you and Hummel will be publicly embarrassed. Your mom will forbid you from becoming CEO, one by one, your investors will go down and the company will lose vast amounts of its assets and so on and so forth. From there on in, Puckerman will no longer symbolize success and economic power, but a corrupt and dysfunctional family full of scandal and lies."

"Quinn, you have no idea who you're dealing with. You may become a Puckerman by name but you'll never be one, and I'm telling you now, the moment you hurt my family, you will regret it. I mean it Q, don't fuck with me," growled Noah. "That goes for Kurt as well. Hurt him and I'll know. You don't have as much power around here as you think you do, Quinn, and if you think you know my mom as well as I do, you're wrong. My mom is not going to give a flying fuck that I'm with another guy, just as long as I'm not sleeping around. Oh, and one more thing, she's going to fucking love Kurt."

"Maybe, but whilst your mother might kiss the ass of that Debbie Wasserman Schultz woman or any other liberal politician, the company certainly does not. They're staunch Republicans are they not?" Replied Quinn smugly as Noah's arms began to loosen with doubt. "You really think the company is going to risk losing the reputation your dad, their founder spent years building? Just look at the name he created for himself. All of that will wither and die like that rotting plant you failed to care for in Biology class back in sophomore year if I let you destroy yourself."

"Bullshit. You don't want to stop me 'destroying myself' for the sake of the company. You've cared about nothing all your life but yourself and your own selfish gains," retorted Noah as he reaffirmed his position before he began to loom dangerously over the blonde, using every inch of his six foot tall height to further intimidate her. "You're never going to stop being that self-absorbed head cheerleader from high school, Q. You're always going to want to be in charge and I don't know what you want out of this marriage or why you're hanging on, but I will find out and when I do, I'll crush you with it."

"Not before I crush you first Puckerman, but of course that's up to you isn't it? Whether you're prepared to do what's good for you and your little Kurtie or not," replied Quinn malevolent taking a step forward so that both of their chests met. "In any case, now that I come to think of it, if your mom comes to know that you've been having an affair behind even her back, it won't matter which gender you've been fucking, she's still going to be pissed. She might love her gays but marriage is sacred and to have its upcoming bond nearly ripped apart before it's even started, well, that's just a deal breaker."

"Quinn, why are you doing this?" Asked Noah quietly, exasperation lacing itself into his voice though he fought to keep desperation from seeping out as well. He had half the mind to knock the women in front of him unconsciousness before locking her up in a closet and going after Anita or falling down to his knees like a condemned man pleading for his life, imploring her why on Earth she wouldn't let him go. For at this point, it looked very like he'd never see Kurt again, and that though in itself was enough to make crumble to the floor. "Tell me now Q, why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm teaching you a vital lesson, Noah. You can't always get what you want. If you think I'm going to let you continue your affair once we're married then you are depraved. You'll be a man without honor whilst I'll be the poor fiancée who got cheated on. Pity will be thrown at me and I'll still have a chance to move on but with you, you'll be finished. Is that really what you want, Noah?" Pulling his sight away from Quinn, Noah went to see on the bed and stare at the opposite wall, the billowing of the curtains and the honks of horns from the city beyond echoing around his mind.

His family's company was, though he would never admit it aloud to many, sacred to him. It was a personal landmark of this father's and it symbolized his vast achievements and accolades in the business. For years, Noah had wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and prove to all their investors and executives that he had it within him to be as great a businessman as his old man had been, but now sitting in his bedroom being threatened with its destruction, being forced to choose over its fate with being with the boy he loved, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't do it to all the employees that worked for the company, employees that would no longer be able to serve food at their own tables if he followed love's red road. He might have been self-centered and selfish in the past but he wasn't going to stoop as low as Quinn.

"Listen Noah, we are you going to go through with this engagement and you're going to marry me. After Harvard, you're going to take over the company as CEO and you're going to live up to your dad's legacy, be the son you were born to be," began Quinn, clearing her throat before heading towards the door. However, as she opened it, she turned around and looked at him, though his eyes were still glued on the opposite wall. "You'll soon forget about that boy, Noah. It wasn't meant to be. Trust me, one day you'll thank me when you come to realize just how close you were to losing it all."

As the blonde shut the door behind her, a single tear burst from its confines and rolled down Noah's tanned cheek, hitting his unbuttoned shirt below. Only now was reality hitting him full force. Quinn had won. First his mother had sacrificed his happiness for convenience and now his fiancée was further killing it by blackmailing him into staying. By going down this road, he was going to have to cut the first person he ever fell for out of his life. Kurt was going to exist as nothing more than a memory, a distant memory, a memory that stretched as far back as the evening they first met all the way to the evening they proclaimed their love for each other. Noah was never going to be able to see him, kiss him or touch him but the most painful of all; he was never going to forget Kurt. Ever. His heart would forever ache until Kurt was his again.

Noah was overcome by grief but he didn't want to cry. He didn't want to sweeten Quinn's victory by giving her the satisfaction of his tears, yet even though she'd left leaving him utterly alone in his room, he still fought them back. He was alone again. Alone. No real friend or love, just a fiancée as cold and austere as a 19th Century governess. It almost rendered life not worth living. Eventually bursting into tears of disparity, Noah flung himself back onto the bed where Kurt had once lain. There he savored the saccharine scent of his boy, the warmth of their romp since lost but the fragrance Noah had bought Kurt all those weeks ago still lingering. It was a scent he was never going to forget, a scent that would always remind him of Kurt but tear his heart apart at the same time, a scent that at that moment only seemed to scream and only scream: true love lost.

To all you boys around the world stealing someone else's guy
You're going around breaking hearts it ain't gonna work this time, I know your kind
So very cheap, devoid of any class, there's no mistique from your assorted parts
I'm still the boss, get lost, good luck, goodbye, run along and get your own guy.

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Glee

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Every boyfriend is the one until otherwise proven
The good are never easy, the easy never good and love it never happens like you think it really should
Deception and perfection are wonderful traits, one will breed love, the other hate
You'll find me in the lonely hearts, under 'I'm after a brand new start'...

Unlocking the door to his apartment with fumbling fingers, Kurt pulled it open and slammed it shut as he leaned his back against the wood, his keys falling to the floor as he enveloped his face in his hands. His eyes were welling, they were watering like nothing else but yet no tears seemed to descend, as if he had gone past the point of crying. Now as he pulled his fingers away from his flushed skin, he now saw that each and every tip was drenched in tears. There the liquid tickled down the long stems before pooling in his palms like miniature mirrors, reflecting the crumbling face before them. He'd been too petrified to cry back at Noah's apartment, his feet had been racing to quickly to find a taxi back here to cry even then, but now here he was by himself, slumped against his door with evidence of his sadness staining his hands.

Crying out in misery, Kurt pelted into his bathroom and washed his hands free of his tears, watching the salty liquid mix seamlessly into the water before disappearing down the drain. There he wiped profusely at his eyes with countless tissues until the skin around them was a raw shade of red, he scrubbed his hands with his bar of soap until the natural oils on his skin disappeared and the all the while, his body fighting desperately to keep him up right and standing. He had enough strength as to collapse on his bathroom floor and hit his head into unconsciousness but the sight he kept eye contact with in the mirror is what held his gaze, kept his body from falling apart. Kurt looked a mess. His hair was unkempt; his clothes ruffled, remnants of semen had dried on his stomach and his face, oh his face. The night's events screamed from his eyes.

It was a night that had started off so well. Noah and he had reconciled, they'd eaten Kurt's pizza on the way to the man's penthouse where they'd consummated their affair for the very first time. It would have been a night to remember, a corner stone and turning point in their love. In fact, they had been planning to approach Emily Puckerman the very next day, but of course, everything had fallen through with the appearance of a particular blonde. Quinn had walked in on him and Noah right after the most intimate experiences both of them had ever had. It had been the most shocking, humiliating and devastating occurrences Kurt had ever had and the flashing images of the betrayed expression Quinn had worn when she'd walked in was no doubt an expression he'd remember for a long time to come.

What was going to happen now? What was to become of him and Noah? Their affair had been unearthed, this time by the wrong person, leaving its fate uncertain. Though the way Quinn had threatened him, it was as good as dead. Unsalvageable, beyond the point of being resuscitated in the joyous life it once had. If only he and Noah had stayed here, away from interruption or if only Quinn had actually stayed with her friends like she said she would, then most likely they wouldn't be in this mess. However, this was no mess. This was so much worse than a simple screw up. Kurt had no idea what Quinn was going to do and that was the worst feeling of all. The uncertainty. Was she going to expose them? Was she going to keep everything under wraps? Or was she going to plow on and marry the man he was in love with anyway?

However, one thing was for sure, Kurt wasn't going to be able to see Noah ever again. Sure, he'd catch glimpses of him now and again on the television, the newspapers and at New York elite events but apart from that, their paths would never cross as long as Quinn was there to keep her hawk like eyes trained on Noah's every move, for she knew of them now, and Kurt would forever be a threat to her marriage even if the model had no intentions of messing with her. She'd manipulate the guest lists to bar him from attending celebrity functions and dinners where she and Noah were at. She'd forbid Noah from attending all fashion shows featuring Kurt and any subsequent after parties and no doubt, she'd burn all Noah's newspaper and fashion magazines featuring his face. She'd make Kurt as good as dead to her man.

Her man, Noah. Noah for a short number of weeks had been his man in secret, and though they'd had their fair share of drama, they'd felt for each other. In fact, Noah had felt so much for him from the beginning that Kurt began to wonder if the man hadn't fallen in love with him much earlier than he said he had. It was such a romantic thought, but despite Noah's great affection for him, was the man going to fight for him or was he going to let him go? Just the thought made Kurt's heart plummet. It wasn't fair. He'd just fallen back in love with Noah but now his heart was breaking very much as it had done. There it was, the familiar pain that he'd suffered from back in high school. Worse than any migraine, worse than anything really. The sheer emptiness was the real killer, though this time round, it seemed to return with a vengeance.

Seconds ticked away into minutes and minutes descended into hours. Kurt now found his body emerged in water as he lay motionless in his bathtub staring blankly at the tile wall. The temperature of the water had cooled drastically and his fingers were starting to prune. He'd been in the tub for very long time now with no intention of getting out until with a buzzing, his mobile alerted him of a text message. His heart now beat faster with the thought of it being Noah and as Kurt pulled himself out of the tub, he reached for a towel before diving into his jacket pocket strewn on the floor. Yes, thank God, it was indeed from Noah, but as he quickly unlocked his phone, Kurt began to read the message he would never forget, the message that would later lead him to do something New York City would always hauntingly remember.

Kurt,

Baby, you have no idea how badly I want to see you right now. I don't know where you are or if you're back at your place but if you are, you know I'd be holding you in my arms if I were there with you. After you left, Quinn and I had a massive fight. I tried fighting for what you and I have, tried to tell her that we're in love and that we just want to be given a chance, but she wouldn't listen. She has proof Kurt. Proof of our affair and she says that if I don't give you up at once, she's going to the press to bring my family's company down including you and I can't let that happen, Kurt. I just can't.

I'm so sorry it's come to this but we can't be together anymore. It's my fault. I was stupid enough to think that this could work out and what's worse is that you said something like this would happen, and I didn't listen. You were always there to tell me but all I did was barge through your doors and wouldn't fucking listen. You were right all along, but you have to know right now Kurt that nothing but how much I feel for you drove me to do it. I couldn't not have you as my own. I couldn't not have you all to myself because I'm in love with you baby and I'm sure I won't ever fall out of it.

I would be telling you this face to face, or at least over the phone so that I could hear your voice. It's the least you deserve, but I can't. I just can't risk it. Another wrong move and Q's taking her evidence and ratting us out to the world, and I'm telling you now baby, that if this hadn't happened I would have brought you to my mom and officially made you mine. Remember Kurt, I will always love you with all my fucking heart and though I'm still set to marry Q and I'm forced to cut all contact with you, my heart will always belong to you, my sweet little angel.

I'm sorry, my love.

Noah xxx

Kurt's blood froze in his veins as his whole body drained itself of all color. His eyes began to hurt from not blinking and his hands were shaking so uncontrollably that within the next second his iPhone was falling to the floor with a dull thud. However, whether the screen was cracked, he didn't care. The cracking of his glass heart eclipsed it all and it consumed him as towel fell down, leaving him naked in his rigor mortis like state. There was nothing now that he could pull comfort from, except for the fact that Quinn had kept their secret. Bittersweet as it was. For her tight hold on Noah was now so strong that Kurt could feel her predatory claws in the air, her mouth reading out the orders that Noah marry her and to forget about Kurt as a memory, a memory that hopefully in her eyes wouldn't withstand the ravages of time.

Forcing himself to move, Kurt stumbled out of his bathroom and towards his bed in only his dripping pale skin. His man's full tanned lips had kissed every inch of his skin and oh, how he wanted those lips on him now to heat him up from the night's chilling breeze coming in through the open window, but all he had was his wet skin as sprawled himself over his bed. He knew very well that Noah wasn't going to abandon his company and become a social outcast for him. Kurt knew very well that they wouldn't go flitting off somewhere to live in seclusion until the day they died no matter how hard their love shone for each other. It would only be a tiresome, hopeless and unhappy life yet just the thought of never talking to Noah or even kissing him for the last time, a goodbye kiss, a kiss to end all kisses, shattered his heart even more.

Noah and Quinn's engagement was rather a short affair compared to most. They'd only been together since the beginning of summer with the wedding bells of a winter wedding set to ring in December. It seemed all the Puckerman's including their men in suits at the company were determined to have Noah wed by the time the year was out, all except for Noah himself, and as Kurt lay on his bed, he pondered how he was ever going to survive these next few weeks. No doubt the wedding was going to be a well publicized event with a ceremony and reception fit for royalty with every newspaper and magazine brimming with images of the newly wedded couple. Just the thought made Kurt's will start to break but by this time, there was no more heart to break. It was now nothing but a pile of glass shards in his tortured soul.

No one except Noah himself could relate to what Kurt was feeling. The pain was excruciating. Enough to cry out and scream. Could he survive all of this? Did he want to? Did he even want to live without Noah? He knew that if he ended his life, it would not only harm his father's mental health, very much sadden his friends but also lead Noah if news of his death reached him to spiral down into a great depression. Kurt flinched. No. Suicide was not the answer. He was above that. It wasn't healthy or sane and he was just falling victim to his loss. Many people had survived heartbreak, but maybe it would be helpful to talk to someone just in case. It could help him. However, just the idea of sharing his affair with anyone else seemed very unwise. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't trust anybody not to go running off with his and Noah's secret.

Who could he turn to in his time of need? Who? He could turn to his father; listen to the man who'd raised him into the independent spirit that he was in the midst of a town that oppressed him. Burt would always be there for him, but then no. Kurt didn't want to fall back into the arms of his father as if he wasn't cut out for life and it's high as hell hurdles. He had two feet and damn it he was going to stand on them. Finally, there was always his friends. Carlson, Carmen and Lola were loyal to him. They knew him and would always have his back. Then there was Mercedes, his home girl who in the past had claimed him to be too independent for his own good. Maybe they she right. Maybe he was. All he knew was that he wasn't going to get anywhere by letting himself sink himself deeper and deeper into his now damp comforter.

As the moonlight began to stream through his window, Kurt freshened his bed and climbed in, still very much naked. Just for the last time, it wouldn't hurt to imagine Noah behind him, holding them as one, but just for tonight. He remembered from his first heartbreak experience that occupying the mind worked best for him so perhaps it was time he refocused on modelling, giving more time to his friends and maybe meeting someone new. Though he was still in love with Noah, maybe seeking casual company from a guy would ease the pain slightly. He needed to start afresh for much needed relief; an emotional painkiller that would help the image of Noah's helpless face out of his mind, for what was certain was that he would need a great distraction from the escalating pain that he knew wasn't going to recede.

When everything is life and death you may feel like there's nothing left
Instead of love and trust and laughter, what you get is happy never after
But deep down all you want is love, the pure kind we all dream of
But we cannot escape the past so you and I will never last.

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Glee

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Two whole weeks following the fateful evening in Noah's bedroom and the tense air within the Puckerman penthouse had since settled, no longer clouding each room with its poisonous presence. Now the only sound within its walls was the humming of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock in the living room and the flicking pages of a fashion magazine as Quinn Fabray sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, scanning the latest issue of LOVE Magazine. On its cover showed the British beauty Cara Delevingne bathing naked in a bath with the text besides her reading, 'Cara Scrubs Up', with a quote from the model underneath reading, "You have to look at the camera like you want to fuck it." Quinn had met Cara once before at a party back in the summer. She was one of the few models who hadn't slept with Noah, but it was just as well.

Through this entire debacle with Kurt, Quinn wasn't fond of models right now, what with their emaciated figures and loose attitudes. In fact, if Kurt had been any other proud model, Quinn would have had one hell of a catfight that night, but thankfully, he hadn't. Kurt seemed to be displaying his common sense and intelligence because during these two whole weeks, the boy had not called, visited or even attempted to make contact with Noah what so ever that she knew of. She had since spent more time at the penthouse when not at Yale, limiting her excursions with friends in favor of become the devout wife she intended to become, and it seemed as though the furious storm she had created that night had indeed obliterated any chance of Kurt returning into their lives, restoring her engagement to the way it should be.

Plucking a grape from the bowl of fruit next to the magazine, Quinn smiled to herself. Everything was going back to the way it had been, to the time when she knew Noah was hers and no one else's. It brought her a lot of comfort and security, and despite the cold-hearted ugliness she'd had to unleash onto both Noah and his model, it was something she'd just had to employ. Maybe she would always retain the head cheerleading bitchiness from high school like Noah had said or maybe Santana was rubbing more off on her than she thought, though she had perfected her own take on it. Less violent and hostile she'd say, but more sly and cunning, hiding it all under an angelic smile that fooled everyone. Quinn exploited her pure look to her full advantage and no one suspected her of anything. It was the perfect disguise.

However, a marriage or even an engagement in her case wasn't a one-woman show. Whilst she'd behaved as if nothing had happened two weeks ago, Noah had been doing the exact opposite. For a full fourteen days, his behavior had become increasingly reclusive, cloistered and unsociable. Locking himself in his study or his bedroom for hours on end, Noah would bar himself off from the world, barely eating, hardly sleeping. His appearance was scruffier, his attitude had soured into trenchant bitterness and his whole being seemed as though it had been removed of the man he'd once been. Noah couldn't deal with talking to others or accepting society but above all, he couldn't take the sight of Quinn. His face would darken behind an emotionless mask every time he had the misfortune of landing his red-rimmed eyes on her.

For Quinn, it was unpleasant. She'd been on the receiving end of hatred many a time before, predominantly back in high school, but to receive it from Noah at a hatred so potent she often feared for her own safety, it made her very uncomfortable. Of course, she'd been relying on the man only thinking he'd been in love with Kurt and therefore moving on within the following days but now she knew she was wrong. She was currently living in a penthouse festering in the remains of heartbreak so painful she could not comprehend it, yet she'd been the cause of it. Many a time she'd pass Noah's bedroom where the only sound emanating from within was more often than not the smashing of furniture, followed by howls of rage ending with wail like weeping and muffled bawling. Noah really had been in love, and it had been true love.

Right now however, her fiancé was currently at Harvard. He'd left without any prior warning, only leaving Quinn a note on the kitchen counter expressing his leave, saying that he wouldn't return until the end of the week. It had been brief, to the point yet distant and it only seemed to echo the problems they were suffering from, but it was probably for the best. It wasn't healthy for Noah to wallow in his depression and a change of scenery would do him good, though she knew that from Noah's point of view it was only to escape New York in hopes of getting as far away from her as possible. She was poison to him now, a human repellent and at Harvard, Noah was free from her, yet despite his cold shoulder, Quinn still retained a vain hope that all this angst would deteriorate by the time of their wedding.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Fabray," greeted Anita as the maid emerged from the living room and into the kitchen, the hoover, dust pan and brush clutched tightly in her hands. Pulling her gaze away from the article she was reading, Quinn turned to look at her before nodding her head curtly, watching as Anita put away her equipment before dusting his uniform free from "Just to let you know I've freshened up the bathroom, I've aired all the bedrooms including Noah's and I've cleaned up his study as you instructed. Is there anything else you'd like for me to do?"

"No thank you Anita, I think that'll be all for now," smiled Quinn as Anita nodded before heading on over towards the kitchen sink where she began to wash her hands thoroughly. As she did, Quinn returned to her magazine but as she made to pluck another grape from out of the bowl, there was nothing. It seemed she'd eaten them all. Blaming the articles as well as the images for too engrossing, Quinn jumped off the stool and went to pick up a peach in the fruit bowl by the fridge but as she did, she eyed Anita with uncertainty. "Anita... do you still have the photos on your phone?"

"The photos of Noah and that boy? Yes miss, I do," confirmed Anita as she finished washing her hands, dying them with the towel beside the sink before turning to face the blonde. Letting out a small breath of relief, Quinn smiled slightly before walking back over to her magazine, taking a bite out from her peach as she continued to read the article she'd been looking at. Yet as she looked up, she came to see Anita opposite her, her eyes guarded and her voice hushed. "I have transferred them to my laptop at home just in case someone were to get a hold of them and delete them. Why? Do you need them now?"

"No, no I just wanted to know you still had them. We have to know where those photos are being stored at all times and only I will let you know when they're to be released if anything happens. Once Noah and I are married they can be deleted but until then, those photos cannot seen by anyone," instructed Quinn seriously as Anita nodded profusely, quickly grabbing a napkin for the blonde's juicy fruit before heading out. "Oh, and one more thing Anita before you go. I remember the pictures, partly because it shocked me but also because in it Noah looked so... well he looked-"

"Happy?"

"Well... yes. I've never really seen him that happy before. Have you?"

"Rarely, but that's love for you. I haven't seen him with a smile that big since he was little."

"Really? That long ago?"

"It has been a while, yes," began Anita as she sat herself down on one of the island counter stools. "The night Thomas Puckerman died in that car crash was the night I saw the light die from his eyes. That man was everything to him and to have him go the way he did, it devastated Noah. After that, he never really was the same. He never really recovered, was never really able to move on and at that young a age, it made it all the more difficult. The way he's been behaving recently is exactly how he was after Mr. Puckerman's passing. It's just his way of coping."

"You mean he ostracized himself from everyone around him?" asked Quinn, watching Anita nod her head forlornly. For the maid, having watched helplessly as a nine year old Noah locked himself away from others and slowly but surely descended into a deep trench of self destruction had been heart wrenching to witness. She wished she'd never had to see it again, but now with Noah very much reliving such a state, she didn't think she'd be able to bear it this time. "Anita, I... I didn't realize it had affected him that badly. He hardly speaks of his childhood you know, much less his dad."

"It's too painful to speak of. That's why others around him know not to mention his father all that often," answered Anita as she clasped her hands together. "Years went by and he entered high school, but I always wondered if he'd been different had his father not died, because I hated what he became. Rude, abhorrent and vile. The obnoxious parties, the countless girls and that vulgar 'Puck' persona of his. He'd changed and although he's calmed down considerably since college I began to think I'd never see my precious Noah again, until I saw him with that boy."

"Wait a minute, so you're saying at the same time as you were photographing both Noah and Hummel being intimate, you watched as the boy you'd been wishing to see again for all these years reappear?" Questioned Quinn, narrowing her eyes in confusion as she failed on Anita's logic. It didn't make sense. Why would the woman do that a boy she cared for so much? "If you'd been waiting all this time then why did you want to ruin it? Why did you chase Kurt out of the apartment like you did when you knew that that boy was the reason why Noah looked so happy? Didn't you want him to be happy?"

"Of course I did Ms. Fabray, but it wasn't that model's job to bring back the boy we all wished would come back. It should have been you," answered Anita. "I couldn't allow that Hummel boy to return. I had to scare him off and although I risked my position here by doing so, I had to do what was best for Noah. I believe in marriage miss, and it didn't matter how happy I was to see Noah return in front of my very eyes after so long, what he was doing was wrong. You and him are to be joined together by God and the sanctity of marriage is sacred. I did what I had to do."

"Well, I appreciate what you did Anita. You did the right thing and don't worry about your position here. I'll keep you close where Noah can't touch you," reassured Quinn. "I just wish none of this had happened. It pains me that I'm not the one that has Noah that happy, but he asked me to marry him and it's my duty as his future wife to stick right by him through the good and the bad. My mom always said marriage was hard work, that you had to spend time on it no matter the cost and though it demands personal sacrifice it pays back in great rewards... but I'd like Noah to love me... someday."

"Ms. Fabray, I wish I could tell you for sure that he will but that at this point I really don't know," replied Anita helplessly as Quinn nodded somberly, her brown eyes descending to the counter surface where they stayed, downcast and disheartened. Yes, this marriage was going to be a lot of hard work. "He never really allowed himself to grow close to others less he lose them like his father and now that his heart is broken, I don't think he'll ever trust it with anyone else again. We can only hope that he learns to love again and that you'll be there with him when he does."

"Dream on, woman," came a dark yet tired voice from the living room as both Quinn and Anita turned their heads in surprise to see Noah dragging his suitcase to the coffee table and dumping his bag on the couch beside it. Quinn had been under the impression that her fiancé wouldn't be returning until later on this evening or even tomorrow morning or possibly not even until the eve of their wedding day, but here he was, looking much better than before albeit a little tired and worn out. "Still talking about me behind my back are we Q? Plotting something new with the maid? I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised."

"Anita, would you mind leaving us for a moment. I'd like to be with alone with Noah," began Quinn, Anita nodding obediently before scurrying out of the kitchen, careful to avoid Noah as he glared at her menacingly. However as the maid's hurried footsteps disappeared, all she left in her wake was silence. Truth be told, after this whole silent treatment ordeal, Quinn didn't know how to talk to Noah any more. He wasn't approachable and one wrong move could ignite a monstrous temper. "I'm... I'm happy to see back... honey. It looks like Harvard has done you some good. How was it?"

"Boring as fuck. All I did was sleep in my dorm room when I had no lectures and sleep when I did, though I aced my latest dissertation so it's all cool," shrugged Noah warily as he entered the kitchen and headed towards the fridge. There he pulled out a frosty ice cold can of beer and downed it in one swig, Quinn looking away in discomfort as he finished it off before crushing it in his bare hands and dumping it into the recycling bin by the sink. "I have to tell you now though Q that I will be spending more time over there, and if I like it, I may even study full time, who knows."

"Oh... well, whatever you think is best for you honey. It is your education and I'm sure your mom will be pleased to know of an earlier graduation," nodded Quinn, Noah scoffing darkly, his head shaking slightly as he went on over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a tin of chocolate chip cookies. However as he began to snack on one, Quinn sighed. Studying full time? And with their already conflicting schedules, they were sure to only see each other as little as once or twice every few months once they were wed. Just what Noah wanted. "Oh, and Noah, you look good. College looks great on you."

"Whatever. I don't care. It's not like I have anyone to look good for anymore."

"What do you mean you don't have anyone, you have me. Am I not worth looking good for?"

"No. In fact, don't be surprised if once we're married I let myself go with a pot belly and a muffin-top."

"Noah, you've got to get out of this attitude of yours. It's not healthy. You and Kurt are over. Accept that."

"I have fucking accepted it!" Roared Noah as he threw his half-eaten cookie against the wall with a crack before grabbing the jar and throwing it to the ground, its entire cookie contents smashing to pieces all over the floor. "Stop telling me to get over him, Q! Stop telling me to move on! You're not the one with the broken heart! You have no idea how fucking hard it was to type out that text, how hard it was to say to him that we're over! Know why, because it's you who doesn't know shit about love, Quinn! It's you who knows only of how to break it and how to blackmail me with proof from a time when I was actually happy!"

"Noah, I did what I had to do for our marriage and for our future together. You didn't think I was going to turn a blind eye to your affair once I learned about it. What do you take me for?" Asked Quinn incredulously as she stood her ground against her fiancé. Noah's sudden outburst had made her jump and a piece of cookie had skimmed her leg, "Look, I'm only trying to do what's best for all of us, can't you see that? I'm going through with your mom's wishes and it's about time you did the same. Just grow up, Noah. Stop wallowing and be a man. It's about time you grasped what becoming an adult is all about."

"I'm twenty fucking years old, Quinn!" Barked Noah, his voice bellowing as Quinn winced. "Guys my age are dating, going out to clubs, living the life; it's what people do in their twenties! They're not getting married! They don't even want to get married yet, but here I am being forced to marry you all because my mom can't take the twenties single lifestyle, and even then I wouldn't be single because I'd have Kurt! It's bullshit that my life is being planned down to the tiniest detail for me! How am I supposed to become an adult if I can't be independent and free?! Tell me how Quinn!"

"I'm not going to argue with you, Noah. I'm not even going to talk to you if you're going to be like this. You're being incredibly stubborn, difficult and ungrateful," snapped Quinn. "While you stand there complaining of not being able to live a frivolous and superficial life, there are people out there who could only dream of what you have, Noah. People who have to live in cramped slums and sewage infested gutters where they've been forced penniless into the street without anything to their name. They are destitute and dying and all you can do is whine. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you donated to charity, Mother Theresa?! When was the last time you become a good Samaritan and offered money, food and shelter to a beggar on the street?! Never, because firstly you're greedy and second you avoid the streets where there are beggars because you can't bear to look at them!" Accused Noah. "My family has donated millions of dollars each year for years into various charitable programs! We've helped thousands and for you to sit on that hypocritical ass of yours and shame me?! You just don't know when to shut the hell up do you?!"

"Don't talk to me like that Noah, I won't stand for it. I can't imagine you spoke to your model that way so don't do it to me."

"I respected Kurt because he was everything to me. You Q, never... just... fuck, why couldn't you have let me have him?"

"Did you honestly see a future with that boy? It was an affair Noah; it wasn't going to go anywhere."

"Not with you in the picture it wasn't! We had plans!"

"I know all about your 'plans' Noah, as naive as they all sounded. Sure the first thing would have been to get rid of me but I wouldn't have been the sole obstacle to get in your way," replied Quinn. "Besides, after how everything turned out, you can't blame me for not trusting you. It was only really a matter of time before the hatred you have for this engagement tempted you into doing what you did before we actually got married, but I hope you know now that I will not stand for it. That will be the last time you cheat on me Noah, I mean it. Fidelity is a key cog in a successful marriage and-"

"Successful marriage?! At what point during this whole engagement did you think this was ever going to be a successful marriage, Q?! This whole thing was fucked from the start!" Scoffed Noah loudly "And as for all that fidelity crap, sorry to disappoint you Quinn but once we're married, I'm going to have to find myself a mistress or lover to satisfy my urges because even though you'll be my wife, I'm never going to fuck you. That's right, my mom's not going to get any grandkids whilst I'm with you, and as you know, nothing is certain of your place here until you bear me an heir."

"Noah, why are you being so disagreeable?! You can't be treating me like this, I'm your fiancée!" Exclaimed Quinn desperately as her breathing began to labour in fright. So much resentment was being thrown at her, so much anger, but at the mention of no sex and no grandchildren, Quinn's heart had skipped a beat. They already shared separate beds, they hadn't had sex since summer and the thought of Noah keeping a mistress to do what she herself ought to be doing, angered her. "I know you don't like me Noah, but how can you have so much hatred towards me? How can you-"

"Because my heart is broken, Quinn! Torn, ripped apart, bleeding! How can you just sit there and be so fucking blind to the damage you've caused?!" Shouted Noah "You know when I was a kid, marriage didn't interest me. I didn't think much about it, but as I grew up I always thought that if I ever did get married I'd have kids and there wouldn't be a mistress, because the person I'd marry would be someone I'd love and cherish for the rest of my life. You are not that person, Q. I don't love you and know that every day that we stay married to each other I'll wish you were Kurt."

Sighing to herself, Quinn looked back over to her edition of LOVE Magazine. This argument wasn't achieving anything except fueling hatred and only time could heal Noah's wounds, not her, but as Noah turned away from her, she flicked right onto the next page without thinking and gasped as her eyes landed on the double page spread feature of Kurt's latest interview and shoot with the magazine, the boy's face gracing its glossy pages. Unfortunately, her gasp had alerted Noah and as he turned around and caught sight of Kurt, slowly approaching before come to stand behind her, he peered over her shoulder and down on to the boy below. As a result, Quinn could only mentally hit herself. Nowadays any magazines featuring Kurt, she didn't buy, dealing her a huge fashion-reading blow, but it was all to prevent Noah from seeing him. A plan she had now failed on.

Kurt was looking stunning as always. His article went on from page after page with each page of him wearing haute couture outfits ranging from luxurious Giambattista Valli bone white and black chinchilla coats to envious inducing Alessandro Dell'Acqua white suits and gloves. However, as she admired Mario Testino's professional photography, she quietly gasped as with each page she turned, the less Kurt had on, as if it were an erotic flip book, and amongst the teasing pictures that would easily make even the most flirtatious woman around jealous were sultry photos of the model sprawled on a white bed with only a near see through white silk dressing gown for company. Beside him was a blue-rimmed food tray topped with golden brown toast, luscious green and purple grapes, honey colored egg yolk and smooth milk chocolate truffles.

The article was appropriately named 'Sex for Breakfast' with 'Kurt serves you breakfast just the way you like it' written underneath. For Quinn, it only helped in conjuring up memories of the night she'd walked in on the boy serving sex to her fiancé as Kurt had laid there under Noah in post coital bliss, and as she attempted to close the magazine, not wanting to look anymore at the boy who had successfully done what she could have only dreamed of doing, to melt the heart of an otherwise guarded soul, she was swiftly stopped by a large tanned hand as it landed on the paper with a thud. Quinn froze, her heart accelerating as Noah's fingers softly graced the outline of Kurt's slender body. First, came the long lithe legs, then up and down the curvaceous hips and finally to the crown jewel of it all, the boy's morning dew face, shining bright like a diamond.

Quinn continued following Noah's traveling fingers intently, taking in exact spots when the man would pause over an area of the glossy image before resuming, the sound of his lips licking quietly in desire indicating to her that Kurt was always going to be the beautiful sex siren she would never be. These were the pictures and only pictures that Noah would sink into, feast himself over and pleasure his heart's content to, and no ordinate amount of Quinn in arousing lingerie would change his mind. For Noah, whilst the scenery of Cambridge, Massachusetts may have looked good on him, heartbreak definitely looked good on Kurt. His love looked beyond beautiful, indescribable, it took his breath away but as he turned to the following page, the page landing silently, without noise or disturbance, that breath never came back. Noah couldn't breathe.

"Oh my God... no...," whispered Noah, his voice coming out hitched as his face crumpled. There on the page was a full length studio photo of Kurt sitting in the lap of another man, the interview revealing in Kurt's own words that his new beau, Joshua Maxum and he were 'dating' and that they'd met at the Balencia ball a few months back. Noah's eyes went black. Kurt, his Kurt was seeing the guy he'd met at the Balencia and only after a fucking week? How could the boy do that do him? Didn't he know how Noah would feel if he ever found out? Was Kurt even heartbroken? Did he love Noah no longer? "Kurt... baby, no..."

"Noah? Are you-"

"Just look what you've done, Q!"

"No Noah, stop looking at it! Close the magazine!"

"Look at it!"

"Ow! Noah, let go of me!" Cried out Quinn as Noah restrained her arms before grabbing hold of her finger and forcing it to point to the picture of Kurt and Joshua, their happy faces smiling back at the writhing couple above them as Quinn attempted to wrestle Noah off of her. The man's anger was fast returning, the fear of loss overcoming him once more for he had lost again. He had lost the second person after his father, he had lost Kurt to someone else, someone who was free to be with him openly... and there was nothing he could do. "Noah, take your hands off me! You're hurting me!"

"You know what Quinn, you're right, the only person I should be taking to bed is you but all I feel like doing is bending you over this counter, lifting up your skirt and fucking you whilst I look at all those pictures of Kurt! How would you like that, Quinn?! How's that for fidelity?!" Roared Noah as he forced Quinn's back against him. "You think you're the only one who can fight dirty? I was the badass back in high school, Q! I threw more dweebs in the dumpster than anyone else did, I made slushying what it is today and I ruled that place. So don't think I'll go all Tex Watson on your ass because I will!"

Eventually releasing Quinn's abused wrists, Noah's hand slammed down onto the glossy paper of the magazine and clenched its way around the picture of Kurt and Joshua until it was crumpled beyond repair, but it didn't stop there. In an explosion of anger, the man picked up the whole magazine and began tearing it to shreds, hundreds of ripped up paper remnants soon raining down and finding themselves on the floor amongst the corpses of smashed cookies. As he cried out, Noah threw the spine of the book on the floor but before storming out, he caught sight of a particular torn shred of paper with Kurt's face on it from the breakfast photoshoot. Picking it up, he looked at it before once again tracing the boy's face with his finger, a whimper escaping his trembling lips as yet another heartfelt whimper emanated from his broken soul.

He didn't care about Quinn as she nursed her wrists and arms in the wake of the kitchen mess, he didn't care at all about how he'd behaved. All he wanted to do was flee and run away with this sole picture of Kurt crushed hard against his heart. His bedroom door slammed shut behind him as he locked it. He flung himself onto the bed and buried his face in his pillows as he drenched their covers in his tears. There he wept and wept and wept. He prayed desperately that Kurt hadn't moved on, begging it not to be true and as he pulled the piece of paper he'd held against him out from under and brought it up to his eyes, so that it might feel as though those exquisite blue orbs he treasured beyond belief were looking right back at him as they once had, his heart collapsed.

Don't leave me, Kurt. You promised. I know someday we'll be together again, but just please, don't carry on without me...

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Author's Note: The songs are 'Homewrecker' by Sophie Ellis-Bextor and 'Homewrecker' by Marina and the Diamonds. I also took influence from Bert Stern's The Last Sitting with Marilyn Monroe (1962) for Kurt's photoshoot.

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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