New York City: Strut Your Way To Love

by HADALABO

"I Love You." "Why?" "You Can't Ask Why About Love." After his NYADA rejection, Kurt leaves his childhood town of Lima behind and enters his undecided future in the city of his dreams, New York. However one thing he doesn't anticipate are for his plans to be ruptured by a career he never thought he'd have the looks for and a tanned tycoon he'd never in a lifetime think he'd meet.

22. Man and Model

XXII

~ Man & Model ~

Fastening his white pea coat as tight as he could get it before the mad rush outside, Kurt was directed by a bodyguard at the Radio City Music Hall stage door towards his awaiting ride. Photographers and fans were already awaiting him, as well as the other performers by the time he'd got himself ready to leave but thankfully as he made his way out onto the sidewalk, metal barriers had been erected so as to keep everyone at bay. Kurt noted that some of the other well-known faces had dashed on over to their cars without even giving the camera a second glance or even considering scrawling their autographs on the many posters and pictures being thrusted into the air by their fans. Kurt was not like that though. As soon as he had appeared before them all, he'd given as many of the people out there exactly what they wanted.

Many of them were wishing he was well after his accident, that they found him beautiful and that were the rumors about him and Noah true. Were they an item? All Kurt had done was wink suggestively. Everyone who had been in the auditorium now knew about him and Noah, but the rest of the world? He didn't need to tell anyone. He just left them guessing, for the news would spread like wildfire soon enough, and after several minutes posing, signing, talking and smiling, Kurt was hastily ushered into the black Mercedes Benz. As he began to think that with each autograph he'd written, his calligraphy had improved every time, Kurt peered out the window as the car pulled away from the sidewalk. The flashes from his friendly posse, the camera crew, soon disappeared within the city and Kurt could only bite his lip in anticipation for his destination.

Winding back the clocks to when he'd returned to Lima, Kurt had spent a full two weeks recovering. Well not so much two weeks, more like a week. The first week had consisted of continuous lie ins, breakfast in bed, long baths and naps on the lawn in his garden. Whilst the second week had consisted of good old father and son bonding time with Burt, whether that was in the form of watching re-run episodes of Deadliest Catch together, working at the garage together or recounting happy memories of Kurt's childhood over toddler pictures. It had been a great stay and it had done Kurt a lot of good, but after an afternoon browsing the news on his laptop, he'd been reminded of Noah's upcoming birthday, and it's huge ass show accompanying it. Now he knew what his father had been talking about. This show was it. This was his comeback.

His subsequent return to New York had been very discreet, very quiet. Everything had been kept under wraps, even when he'd got a hold of Finn Hudson's email through his girlfriend, Rachel. She had given Kurt her email when they'd attended the Balencia Ball all those weeks ago, saying she would be honored to help him audition for the second time at NYADA if he so chose to, and although he'd never planned on taking her up on that, he'd needed her for this, just this once. Through Rachel, Kurt had contacted Finn about the possibility of squeezing him into the celebrations, and although the model had had reservations as to whether the man had anything to do with the show, or if he had any say in it if he was, it had luckily turned out that Finn was overseeing and set to host the finale. No more had had to be said. Kurt had got this in the bag.

He'd arrived a day before the gala to rehearse at Radio City Music Hall, on the stage, standing in front of an empty auditorium and reciting Happy Birthday at least thirty times before being fully content with it. Originally, he'd wanted to perform a more impressive song. Whether it was a show tune or a pop tune, he didn't care, just as long as it was a tune that would boast his vocal chords and stage presence. After all, this was Radio City Music Hall. As for his outfit, he'd had no idea what to wear to such a momentous occasion, only that he wanted it to be fitting, sophisticated, but above all sexy. A piece that would impress the audience and make Noah want to dive his hand into Kurt's pants, something that may have happened when the man suddenly appeared behind him on the stage and lead them both over to the podium for the closing speech.

"I can now end this day after having been sung Happy Birthday to me in such a sweet, wholesome way," chuckled Noah, as he had leaned into the microphone and smirked, the whole auditorium erupting into a mountainous roar of laughter and applause as the man's allusion to Kurt's performance, which was anything but wholesome, seemed to have them all in stitches. "Kurt, thank you so much for that, but you know, the song is never fully complete without the blowing of the candles, the making of a wish, and the kiss from your love. Now gimme some sugar, baby."

Before Kurt had been able to have a say in the matter or even protest, Noah had brought him to the side of the podium, wrapped his arms around his waist and dipped him in a Hollywood kiss, lips meeting in the stage spotlight and in the presence of six thousand people, applauding and wolf whistling as their love was officially confirmed. Kurt, as he sat now in the traveling Mercedes, could only bring his hand to his giggling mouth, his head shaking as he recalled the event. He would have been utterly embarrassed if it had not been for how happy he'd been to see Noah again, and how beyond the moon with joy Noah was in return. The man had then turned around to his cake and blown out the candles, made his wish and dunked his own finger in the fondant to taste it before repeating, this time to feed Kurt... as if it were their wedding day.

Further giggling at the thought, at the sheer preposterousness, Kurt brought his hand away from his mouth and calmed down, though a smile was still etched across his face. Once Noah had thanked everyone for their generous donations to the Democratic party, but above all for coming, the curtain had descended to the stage floor. The house lights had come on, a heavy hum from the audience began as they made their way to the exits, but the midst of all the hustling and bustling, Noah had dragged Kurt into the darkness of the wings and had further kissed the living daylights out of him. A meeting with his favorite bands had been scheduled, handshakes with the actors had been in order, but no, Noah had had Kurt pinned against the wall, tongues battling and chests moaning, the only performer he had wished to become further acquainted with.

That kiss had led to Noah requesting a private audience with him at his penthouse tonight. It was the reason why Kurt was on his way there right now. However the strange thing about it was that the man was not accompanying him. Kurt hadn't expected to come alone to Noah's residence, yet here he was, stepping out of the Mercedes and onto the sidewalk, quickly shuffling himself into the luxurious lobby of the man's apartment building as he made his way towards the elevator. Marilyn Monroe had sung Happy Birthday to the President and his brother, Bobby, had hovered around her like a moth to a flame after her performance, very much like what Noah had done to Kurt. However, it was the President who had accompanied Monroe back to his suite at the Carlyle Hotel later that on night, very much something Noah was not doing right now.

Kurt supposed there was a legitimate reason why Noah had left before him, as if he were leaving him behind with the party guests he cared nothing about. To think that way only made the man seem rude, but again Kurt believed there was a just reason behind it. After all, he and Noah hadn't seen each other in two weeks and the last time they had, Kurt had been in a hospital bed as fast asleep as Sleeping Beauty herself. These were all things that made him think, but as soon as he remembered the real 'private audience' reason why he was in a lift to Noah's penthouse, his legs began to buckle. This was the birthday night of a man, no longer a boy with midnight feasts, but a man, and that meant cake and sex, and lots of it. For Noah was going to put his name on him. Candles were going to be blown out, and Kurt, tonight, was the birthday bitch.

Ding! The elevator's musical chime snapped Kurt out of his thoughts and slid open the doors, the modern foyer of Noah's penthouse with the front door several meters away leading to the bachelor pad beyond coming into view. This was it. He was here. The night belonged to both him and Noah. It was time. With that thought, Kurt stepped out of the elevator and made to make his way to the door, but somehow he couldn't garner the nerves to take another step closer. He'd been to this penthouse twice before. The stays had started off reasonably well, but had also ended with him being yelled at, insulted and ordered never to return. Did he really want to risk again? How many more crazy women were there lined up to scream at him? He doubted any that he knew of and besides, the third time was considered the charm. He'd just have to see.

However, as he did, only then did he notice that Noah's door was unlocked, ajar, and open. This was odd. Noah always firmly shut his door. To see it like this was disconcerting and a little off-putting. Images of a robber, an arsonist or a murderer breaking into the penthouse, stealing Noah's prized possessions, desecrating his home or murdering him had Kurt's knees buckling a whole other way than before. Yet as the boy looked closer, he noticed that there were no scratches on the polished wood, no signs of forced entry, not even the measliest hint of a struggle. What was going on? It was a mental question that had Kurt pushing the door further open, the hinges squeaking ever so slightly, but as soon as he saw red on the floor in the low-lit light, his heart stopped. Was that blood?! God, what had happened?! Why was there... wait a minute.

Pushing the door fully open until it hit the wall with a bump, Kurt allowed the light from the brightly lit foyer to shine into the penthouse, but as it did, Kurt began to understand what was going on. The red on the floor was not from blood, but from a rose petal, and not just from one rose petal, but from a whole trail of them. Kurt lifted his eyes and noticed that the petals seemed to lead from where he was, through the hallway and into the living room further down. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kurt closed his eyes. He'd been scared there for a minute. He'd genuinely thought something had happened. Well, something had, just something a lot more romantic. He shut the front door behind him and like a child, he followed the petals as if they were Noah's breadcrumbs, leading him to whatever the man had in store, and what Noah had in store was breathtaking.

Tens of Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom and Honey home candles had been lit in select places, offering the air a fruity smell in contrast to the rose petals that were everywhere. There was not a single surface not covered with the red flower, from the floor itself to the couches by the crackling fire. The coffee table had also its fair share of sprinkled rose petal rain, but on it was the highest tier from Noah's Ladurée birthday cake from the show. How it had been delivered here before Kurt baffled the boy but there it was, sitting comfortably on a plate alongside two other plates of pre cut cake. However, Kurt's feasting eyes on the confectionary shifted to the ruffling curtains of the balcony doors. Petals around it were being swept up by the light breeze and it enticed Kurt to come closer, to come outside, to inhale the night air that seemed so sweet.

Feeling himself heat up from the warm temperature of the room, Kurt undid his pea coat and let it drop to the petal covered floor as he wondered towards the billowing curtains and out onto the balcony. Now he knew the reason behind why Noah had left the theater early. He'd come to set all this all up, to prepare the evening for a night they'd hopefully never forget, and at this rate, Kurt wouldn't. He couldn't help but feel impressed at the vast attention to detail everything looked. Nothing seemed out of place, perfectly postioned for a perfect night. The lights were dimmed low with only the candles and the fire as glow like illumination, the fruit and floral accords from the candles and petals as well as the evening air brought the seductive perfume and the crackling of the fire and breeze brought the music for the night. Perfection.

"Hey babe," came a husky voice behind Kurt as the boy froze, his eyes widening as he slowly turned around to see Noah in the balcony doorway holding two flute glasses of champagne, the man's grin gracing his full lips. Returning the smile, Kurt allowed his eyes to travel, taking in Noah's attire. He was still wearing his suit from before except his jacket was gone, his shirt was unbuttoned, rustling in the breeze to reveal a tanned torso underneath, a man's silver steel necklace was looped around his neck and his shoes and socks had been shed in favor of bare feet. He looked so sexy. "Like what you see, baby?"

"You mean you or this penthouse love nest of yours, because it looks beautiful. Did you do all this all by yourself?"

"With help from Anita. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I would have accidently set fire to the place."

"Anita? Why would she be helping you? She did know who this was for, right?"

"Of course she did, Kurt. She wanted to make this night a night to remember... for the both of us."

"Again... why?" Queried Kurt, his brows furrowing as he questioned the maid's motives. Noah setting all this up was maybe too good to be true, for Kurt had never known the man to have much of an artistic eye. There was definitely the hint of a woman's touch in the petaled and flame flickering decor and Kurt could believe if Noah had been left alone with a sea of candles, flames of a greater kind would have flickered. "I mean, I know you and Quinn are finished but Anita did seem to have pretty strong views on marriage fidelity when she shouted at me. She must still disapprove of our affair."

"In some ways yes, but in others, no. She eventually came to see how happy you made me, that you'd brought back her 'nounours', and that it was so much better than what Q made me into; a depressed as fuck loner who locked himself up in his room and thought of you," revealed Noah. "In the end though, cheating on Quinn didn't seem like such a bad thing, because after Anita spied on me for Q, taking photographic evidence of us the day she shouted at you, she learned what kind of girl Quinn really was, the real reason behind the marriage and how she did it. Kurt, it was Anita who stopped the wedding."

"She did?" Gasped Kurt, his blue eyes widening once more as Noah nodded in confirmation. Anita was turning out to be more than just a mere maid in this whole thing. Her character role from extra to secondary was unexpected and Kurt couldn't help but deepen his frown in response. Spying, taking 'evidence' in the form of intimate photos of him and Noah together but turning on her boss in the final hour. What the hell? "Noah, what happened in that cathedral? All I know is that you ditched Quinn at the altar after you 'learned' something about her. Tell me, what is it that Anita told you?"

"It's something I should have known myself a long time ago. I mean, I've known Q all through high school so you would have thought I would have guessed that even though she acted as if she didn't want to marry me, she did, but only because all she was after, all she was ever interested in was my fortune," replied Noah. "Typical really, but believe it or not, her being a gold panning bitch isn't the worst of it. It wasn't my ma's idea to have me marry Quinn, it was Q's. She went to my ma and brainwashed her with dangerous drugs that could have killed her instantly if she'd overdosed, and all for money."

"Oh my God... Noah, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. My ma's had some tests done and she's fine. The affects of the drug have completely worn off."

"What about Quinn? What's happened to her?"

"Her trial's coming up, for which she will be found guilty and sent to jail for a very long time. I'll make sure of it."

"Well, at least she won't be around to stir any more trouble. I guess now that I know things; I can start to understand why she hired Anita as her spy. You flirting with other women was harmless to her, it didn't pose a problem, but if you fell in love, that was the real threat. There'd be no longer any use for her I suppose," analyzed Kurt. "Yet there's something I don't get. I know Anita chose her beliefs in marriage above seeing you happy, otherwise she wouldn't have shouted at me and taken those photos of us, but how did she found out the truth about Quinn? Who told her?"

"You won't know her, but apparently Anita got tipped off an hour before the wedding from a girl I knew from high school," answered Noah. "Her name's Lauren and she was like the female badass at school, the best on the wrestling team. We respected each other, had a mutual agreement not to piss each other off, and had each other's backs. I was surprised that she still had mine even after graduation, but when I asked her how she found out what Q did, she didn't tell me. She says she's saving the story for when she testifies against her in court, says that revenge will be even 'sweeter' that way."

"Wow, Quinn must have made an enemy out of the wrong girl in high school. I hope you thanked Lauren for what she did, and I hope you thanked Anita too. Both those women helped you out of that marriage just in time," replied Kurt. "Actually, come to think of it, I would like to thank Anita myself. Even if we did get off on the wrong foot, I want to thank her for believing what Lauren said, because I imagine she didn't have to without proof. It could have been a lie, but I think the part of her that missed her 'nounours' was just trying to find an excuse to come out because I think deep down she knew your marriage was wrong."

"You think so?" smiled Noah. "Well then I guess insisting she help me do this place up for us tonight was her way of apologizing for helping Quinn. She hasn't forgiven herself yet. She's still ashamed of what she's done, but I know Anita to be a good person, Kurt. She'd always have my best interests at heart even if I haven't always agreed with them. It's just that this time she was led astray and taken advantage of by someone who lied to her. She loves my family so much and she'll do anything to protect it. That's why she's also testifying against Q. She wants to see that girl in jail as much as I do."

"I'm sure she does, but let's not talk any more about Quinn."

"All right, let's talk about your rendition of Happy Birthday."

"You already did, Noah. You called it 'sweet' and 'wholesome'."

"Like I was ever going to tell everyone what I really thought of it, Kurt. I had a hard on throughout."

"Really, because I was just singing. I had no intention of raising Puckzilla to full salute in front of six thousand people," replied Kurt innocently before deflating. "Sorry, Noah, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I know it was inappropriate and I know a lot of people will criticize my 'lack of indiscretion', but to tell you the truth, I didn't intend to sing it that way. I meant to belt it out like a Broadway star, but I was nervous and so my voice came out breathy and before I knew it, I was parodying Marilyn Monroe. I have to say I'm a little disappointed with myself. I could have done so much better."

"No baby, don't say that. You don't have to think what anyone else thought. That song was for me, and I loved it. I really did," smiled Noah, nearing Kurt as he offered the boy a full flute of champagne before running his fingers through his chocolate locks. "Kurt, your voice was in tune, it was sensual and it was perfect. There's nothing wrong with bringing sex appeal to a song. Some work better with it, and besides, it gave me an excuse to kiss you at the end. It gave me the perfect opportunity to show the world that we love each other, that you're my boy and that we are together."

"So, I'm guessing your mom doesn't have a problem with me does she?" Asked Kurt tentatively, Noah firmly shaking his head as the brunet smiled in return. Looking down at his champagne flute, Kurt noticed the almost miniscule bubbles in the liquid popping one by one. He wasn't a fan of the drink unless it was the sweetest kind and so he gave it a sip to find out. It was. It acted as the fizzling sweetener that had him sighing in relief that Emily Puckerman approved of him. "Noah, apart from the inappropriate first impression I must have given back at the theater, what does your mom think of me?"

"Well it's not as if she hasn't seen you before, Kurt. It's hard not to notice the hottest model on the New York fashion scene when he's posed on most magazine covers," grinned Noah. "She called you a 'delightful little thing' and that it was no wonder I went after you because you are 'gorgeous'. I'm not going to tell you anything else she said because she was a little drunk at the time, but no, she doesn't mind that I'm bi, nothing's happened to the company and she thought you were 'glorious' when you sang on that stage. She's actually the one who told me to join you there once you'd finished, and I did."

"Was she? Well, you have a quite a few women in your life who care about you, Noah. You're lucky."

"I am, but what they did would have been pointless if you weren't here with me now, Kurt."

"And what do you intend to do with me now, Mr. Birthday Boy?"

"Kurt, you don't get it. Everything they did would have meant nothing if you'd... if you'd d-drowned in that lake."

"Noah, don't think that. I'm fine. I'm... oh baby, come here," gushed Kurt, putting his champagne flute on the floor as no sooner had he straightened up then he'd been engulfed in Noah's arms. The man was crying, and that had only ever happened once before back in Lima when Kurt had nearly left him. He'd threatened him by cutting off all ties after a massive fight and it had been then that Kurt had learned the man's ultimate weakness, a weakness that was now returning in the form of big fat tears raining on his jacket. "It's all right, Noah. Everything's all right. It was an accident. It was-"

"No Kurt! It wasn't just an 'accident'!" Roared Noah, pulling himself from Kurt and roughly wiping away his tears as he seethed at Kurt menacingly. "After your dad told me to go home, I went straight to the hospital desk to found out exactly what happened that day! See by then the cops had given them all the information they needed and through them I found out that according to people on the shoot, you were hammered! You sailed out onto that lake with that other model completely wasted! I mean, what the hell, Kurt?! Why would do that?! What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I... I wasn't thinking, Noah," faltered Kurt, gulping as he took in the man's rage filled face. Again, he'd only ever seen Noah this distressed in Lima, when the man had been plagued with the thought of losing him, but this time, it seemed worse. Noah was absolutely mental, and Kurt really had no idea how to calm him down. He didn't want to reveal the true reason why he'd been drunk that day. He didn't want to be perceived as emotionally weak, neither did he want to hurt his pride, yet by the looks of it, Noah really wasn't going to let it go without an explanation. "Please Noah, calm down. Plea-"

"No I won't, Kurt! They said you needed help getting to pose, that you were stumbling all over the place, peering over the side into the water and apparently, at one point, you were pointing at some birds in the sky where you actually followed them to the end of the boat and nearly fell off!" Shouted Noah. "Then they told me the sail knocked that other model in the water, that you were still falling around the place but this time, you actually jumped in after him! What the fuck, Kurt?! You were off your face! Like that other model you could have drowned! They said you fainted before you were even rescued!"

"Noah please, calm down."

"The fuck I will! Since when do you drink?!"

"I don't, but I promise I'll never do something like that again."

"How do I know that Kurt! How can I know that you're not going to drink and risk your life again?!"

"Of all the people who I thought would understand why I drank that day, I thought it would be you, Noah!" Retaliated Kurt. "You were getting married and I was upset! I'd spent two weeks busying myself with anything that would distract me from thinking of you, but that day it's all I could think about, so I drank! I thought it would soothe me, but it didn't! It embarrassed me in front of everyone, endangered Theo, and after he fell overboard, I tried to save him! I tried to throw him the rope but when he disappeared, I panicked and jumped after him! Only then did I know I was too late! His face, Noah! His dead face!"

"You... you tried to save him?" muttered Noah, his mouth unable to further form coherent words as his heart welled for the upset boy in front of him. Kurt, like him, hadn't been happy during the time they'd been apart. He wouldn't have guessed from the way the boy seemed to have moved on so quickly, which to Noah had been another emotional blow, but now to hear that Kurt had tried to save the life of someone else in the midst of a period where he probably didn't want to live himself, that was something that touched Noah deeply. "Kurt, I'm... I'm sorry. The hospital didn't tell me this."

"Of course they didn't, Noah! Only I will ever know what truly happened out on that sailboat! Sure that camera crew is keen to rush to its own defense by claiming to have seen how I was like, but what about how they threw us into a boat without telling us how to sail it, or what about when I was trying to save a life?! Did anyone of them try to help us?! No! Did they just stand there and watch?! Yes!" Shouted Kurt. "The only decent one there was Joshua! He was the one who swam all the way over to us when he saw Theo fall in! He's the one who sailed us back to land! He's the one who saved my life!"

"Josh...," muttered Noah, his outrage returning in waves as they hit against shores of vehemence. Joshua had played a significant role in all this, but there'd been a reason why Noah's mind had chosen to ignore him. His hands would cave into pulsating fists so that the veins on his arms bulged dangerously and his jaw could clench so hard it felt as if his teeth were sinking back into his gums from whence they came. Josh and Kurt had courted, kissed, maybe fucked on silk, who the hell knew what they'd done. To Noah, his boy had been vandalized, a heinous crime to which Kurt had fully consented to.

"His name is Joshua, Noah, and yes, I found out from my dad that immediately after he saw what was going on, he dived straight into the lake and saved me before I drowned! If he hadn't, I'd be dead!" Snapped Kurt. "You really thought I wasn't hurting, Noah?! You really thought I could return to my life to the way it was that easily?! Well, you're wrong! Every day was an emotional chore for me, so just lay off okay! Besides, it's not as if you didn't behave normally yourself during that time, or did you sail easily through it? You didn't act at all irrationally when you first learned of me and Joshua, surely."

"Fuck you, Kurt. I know what you're doing and I'm not going to stand here and give you the satisfaction of giving you a reaction," snarled Noah, but it was only a matter of seconds before said reaction was born. "I was in fucking pieces when we broke up, Kurt! I felt and looked like shit! I locked myself in my room, hardly ate, never slept, I was slowly killing myself to death! Then when I heard of you and that Josh guy, you know what I almost did?! I nearly raped Quinn over your pictures to make it feel as if I were cheating on you to! I couldn't believe what you'd done! As if you no longer loved me!"

"I was trying to move on, Noah! I was trying to love again!"

"You now saying you're in love with your swimming savior, eh Kurt? Or are you still just fucking him?"

"Why? Are you afraid to look at him again and wonder if I found him a better fuck than you?"

"Don't push me, Kurt. Fucking answer me, are you still his whore? His thigh spreading, come swallowing little wh- argh, fuck!"

"How dare you!" Screamed Kurt indignantly, snatching the flute glass out of Noah's unsuspecting hand and chucking its contents right into the man's face. Stumbling back, Noah brought his hands to his drenched skin and from the pained cry and set of sore moans that followed; Kurt knew that he'd struck bull's eye. "Me?! A whore?! Takes one to know one, Noah! You've spread more thighs and come down more girl's throats than the loosest gutter slut in Amsterdam! Joshua and I treated each other with nothing but respect, and to have you accuse me of using him solely for sex is just plain spiteful!"

"Spiteful?! I'm not stupid, Kurt! Even though I was pissed that you'd gone off with him, I knew what you were using him for! Don't give me that 'trying to move on' bullshit or that 'trying to love again' crap, he was nothing but a fuck buddy, Kurt! You only used him to keep your bed warm at night, and to stain you're fucking Egyptian cotton sheets with!" Accused Noah. "And yet the best part of it is, I bet he had no clue about you and me! That even as a fuck buddy he couldn't compare to me! For you see Kurt, no one is better than me! No one has what it's got to fuck you so good you melt on a mattress, but me!"

"You think you're so grand! That just because you're Noah Puckerman, you can make statements like that! That just because you've got the body, the sex appeal and the dick to match your huge ass ego that you can go around boasting something that everyone in this city makes fun of you for!" Retaliated Kurt. "Well here's an eye opener for you Noah, I never slept with Joshua! Not once did we do that, but since you think you're all that in bed, I'm going to return to him with everything you and I did that never failed to get me off to make him scream until his lungs are bust. Here that, baby, to make him scream!"

"Take. That. Back."

"No."

"I told you not to push me, Kurt! Take it all fucking back, right now!"

"Or what? You're going to tear my clothes off and force yourself upon me as you nearly did Quinn?"

"I'd never rape you, Kurt. I'd never to need to because I know you'd consent. Why else would you have come back to me? Why else would you have really sung Happy Birthday to me the way you did? I know why, because you crave me. You want another ride on me. So guess what baby, I'm all yours. Ride me," provoked Noah, his arms outstretched as he beckoned Kurt nearer, but Kurt did not move an inch. He hadn't minded the man's light boasting in the past, seeing as it had been a way of gaining praise, something he'd lacked when little, but now it had gone too far, and Kurt wasn't having any of it.

He stared at Noah, stared deep into those hazel eyes, and all he saw back at him was a mountain of insecurity, masked by a vaunting like attitude of bravado. It was sad that they were fighting like this, ruining the man's birthday night on a matter that could have been so easily settled if they'd just been mature about it all. As a result, Kurt didn't know what to say. It seemed words weren't going to get him anywhere and in that moment, he decided it best if he left. Noah needed to wake up, get over his jealousy, possessiveness and pride and grow up, because there was no way he'd get through to him when he was like this. However, no sooner had Kurt come to that decision, then he knew Noah had caught on. The man now knew Kurt wasn't going to ride him. He wasn't going to touch him. There wasn't even any 'craving' to speak of. He'd gone too far.

"Kurt? Kurt, where are you going?" Exclaimed Noah as Kurt made to round him but only ended up being stopped with large hands landing on his small shoulders. Yet Kurt was still not having any of it, and as he shrugged off Noah's hands, he made to round the man again, but like before, he was stopped. This time however, Noah gently pushed him against the wall and pressed his warm body against his. The man made to kiss him, to capture his lips with his hands caressing his body but still Kurt continue to rebuff him. So much so that Noah's anger rose until with a snap, he lashed out. "Fucking kiss me, Kurt!"

"Oh I'm sorry, Mr. Birthday Boy. Being the supposed 'whore' that I am, your mom only paid me to keep you company for an hour, and guess what, it's been an hour. Maybe next time you'll waste less time on foreplay and more on the play, but it's just as well. I wouldn't have kissed that mouth or ridden that dick of yours for all the money in the world!" Shouted Kurt, shooting out his hand and clawing his nails down Noah's chest with a vengeance. Crying out in pain, the man stumbled back and at this, Kurt ran. He pelted from the balcony towards the front door, his head never looking back, his feet never stopping.

Kurt wasn't going to admit it, he would find it contradictory if he did, but somehow the way Noah had manhandled him up against that wall had been a major turn on. He'd been dominated into a space that had simmered down to nothing and the sexual tension between them had been almost too uncomfortable not to appease. They hadn't been intimate in a month and it could have been so easy to give into Noah with the kiss that had been demanded oh so passionately. For the man may have been pointing out Kurt's supposed lust for him, but Noah's own sexual desires were through the roof. The man wanted him just as badly, maybe even more by the way he was sprinting after him, and somehow at this, Kurt didn't know whether to stop and give in or to continue escaping. Though in the end, his thoughts had been answered. Noah had caught him.

"Hell no, Kurt! This is one birthday party you're not getting out of early!" Barked Noah, hauling Kurt against his chest as the boy struggled in his arms. The man then returned them both to the living room, his arms clenching tighter around Kurt with every squirm the boy frantically made. "If you think I'm going to let you go back to that other guy just to piss me off, you're wrong! He's not going to be screaming shit! You got that, Kurt?! You're with me! I met you first, I loved you first and you're not going anywhere without me making it clear to you that you're fucking mine! You're staying here with me!"

"Noah, stop it! You can't do this to m- Noah! Stop!" Pleaded Kurt, as without further time to protest, he was thrown onto the petal sprinkled couch as Noah landed firmly on top of him. Tonight was really shaping up as a repeat of their night in Lima, but this time, Noah wasn't waiting. He pinned Kurt down with his weight as he rained kisses along his pale neck, unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned Kurt's jeans as he pulled them down much to the boy's despair. However, as Noah's erection came to frot against Kurt with a powerful thrust, the boy caved. He just couldn't resist. "Oh God, N-Noah... fuck me."

"Yeah, Kurt... gonna fuck you so good, gonna fuck you so hard," voiced Noah through his kisses, throwing off his shirt to the ground as Kurt also rid himself of his jacket. The man was thrusting harder now, so much harder like he said would, and although Kurt loved it, there was still that simmer of anger within from before. It seemed to roil there, begging to be released through some violent way or another and so as Noah growled lustfully against him in mid kiss, Kurt bit his lip. Yelping, Noah pulled back to look down at Kurt with a look of pissed confusion, but as Kurt winked at him, he finally got it.

Kurt wanted to play dirty. He wanted to play rough. The argument from before had unknowingly set the mood for angry sex and it was coming out in all its different forms. The boy was now biting Noah's lip harder, enough to draw blood when they kissed, he was digging his nails painfully deeper into his biceps and finally, he was slapping Noah's smirking face with a satisfaction that only seemed to sweeten the pleasure. For Noah, he'd never had sex of this violent a nature before. It was so animalistic, so savage and wild. S&M at its lightest with a hot as fuck kinky deviantly twisted tasting aspect that had his raging hard on growing into a greater pole of steaming steel. It was enough to join Kurt in his play by placing his own hand on the boy's throat and pressing lightly, sucking painful hickey's on his pale neck and biting down hard on his ears. Fuck!

"Oh baby, you like it rough, don't you," moaned Noah, helping Kurt untangle himself from his tee shirt that revealed a chest that looked so tempting amongst the flowered field of roses all around. To be honest, he had originally pegged Kurt as someone only up for vanilla sex. Not that what they'd done had been stale and dull by any means, he'd just never thought to see his boy beyond that flavor. Oh how he'd been wrong. Kurt wasn't just Peach Melba or French Custard, but also Black Cherry and Double Dutch Chocolate with Noah's whipped cream set to spray. "Fuck, Kurt... gonna make me come so bad."

"Well, prepare to come baby, because tonight I'm serving you," smirked Kurt, flitting his eyes over to the coffee table next to them where Noah's birthday cake was, and at the sight, an idea popped into his head. Flipping and switching their positions, Kurt came to straddle Noah, jumping onto the muscular mount like a jockey ready for the gallop. Noah's face meanwhile was rife with chuckling surprise, his eyes still lust blown as if the more Kurt took control, the more he succumbed to the boy above. "When you serve the birthday boy, you must make sure that he always comes first. It's a hard, hard job."

"Fuck yeah, Kurt. That's it, serve me. Make me come," encouraged Noah, adjusting his shaft to rub in between the globes of Kurt's ass as his hands squeezed almost painfully tight onto the boy's grinding hips. However, Kurt had other plans. As he leaned over to the coffee table, he snatched a piece of pre-cut cake from its plate and crushed it onto Noah's bare stomach. There he grated it savagely along the man's defined abs, smearing his torso with fondant icing, meringue and cream, letting it drip everywhere as the boy sank his hands into it all before licking each jam soaked finger. "Oh Kurt... I fucking love you."

"Oh... oh God...," muttered Kurt, freezing in mid lick as he seemed to deflate from his lust filled high. Just a minute ago, they'd been like wild animals in heat, wanting to get off. They'd been frisky with each other, voicing they're carnal needs without shame but now, after having heard words that to Kurt were nothing but romantic, he couldn't help but know why people didn't utter them when having sex of this nature. It acted as a sweet dampener, ridding one of anger somehow and increasing the loving intimacy. It served to open Kurt's embarrassed eyes. He'd forgotten himself. "I'm sorry, Noah."

"What? Why?" Frowned Noah, pulling himself up from the lying position on the couch and turning Kurt's face to look at him with his fingers softly to his chin. He'd understood that he'd said he loved Kurt in the midst of the moment, but that surely couldn't be the problem now could it? The words had just out when he'd bit his lip and shivered in delight as the jam from the cake had trickled into the groves of his muscular stomach, looking like a red river in a golden trench. It had tickled and pleasured him yet his 'server' now looked like he'd gone too far. "Kurt, what is it? What's wrong, baby?"

"I... look at me, Noah. Look at what I'm doing, you must think I've gone nuts," Murmured Kurt. "I mean I'm no sadist. I'm not a masochist either yet there I was doing just that, and what the hell am I doing to this cake? I'm supposed to be eating it not throwing it at you. You and Anita put in all this effort to make this place look the way it is, to set up for an evening you're not even supposed to be setting up since you're the birthday boy, and here I am acting crazy. I'm shouting at you, I threw a drink in your face, I'm hurting you and now I'm wasting expensive batter and frosting by mashing it up on your perfect abs!"

"Kurt, hey, take it easy," soothed Noah. "Look, I've got to admit this evening didn't go the way I planned. I'd originally pegged we'd be having sex for the third time right about now, but that's only because I've been in blue ball hell for weeks. The important thing is that you're here, because if you weren't, I'd either be at my after party or here all alone with cake for company. I don't care that we had a fight, I don't care that we're not 'making love' just because there are candles and petals all around us telling us to. You've made this night so far the most interesting, and that's a present I'll remember forever."

"Really? So you don't mind that I'm playing rough?"

"Are you kidding? Angry sex is hot! Those are a pair of sharp claws you've got there, you little kitten."

"And what about the cake."

"Again, no one can make food sexy other than you, babe. You've made it into a fetish of mine."

"A fetish? Ooh, you are a dirty boy aren't you," giggled Kurt sinfully, leaning in and licking Noah's lips lightly before ravishing them, his hands pushing the man back down on the couch as he eyed Noah's caked torso. He'd always wanted an excuse to lick the man's abs. His tongue was going to flicker out and lap up every crumb from this body. His lips would be glossed in jam and his chin glazed in fondant for the birthday boy always came first and Kurt always cleaned up after himself. "Well, in that case Noah, I don't want to leave this cake out on your stomach like this. I always finish what's on my plate..."

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Glee

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Opening his eyes to the sight of the sun's golden rays peering in through the curtains and the baby like hum of the city outside, Kurt glanced around and took in his surroundings. He was currently tucked comfortably in Noah's warm bed, the duvet engulfing him and keeping him safe, yet nothing could compare to the strongly built arm that was draped around him from behind. Noah's hand was splayed out over his stomach as if nursing an unborn baby underneath Kurt's skin and the rest of the man's body was pressed up against him, spooning him yet lightly rustling his hair with his breath. Kurt giggled. Noah wasn't awake. He doubted he would be for some time since by the look of the digital clock on the end table, it was only seven o'clock. Noah looked like a man who enjoyed his lie in's and judging by what they did last night, he'd definitely need it.

After an eventful start to Noah's birthday soirée last night, things had become a lot more heated. Kurt had spent around two to three minutes lapping up like a kitten hungry for its milk, every squashed chunk of cake that had he'd pressed to Noah's stomach. It would now count as one of the most arousing acts of foreplay they'd ever engaged in and the boy had been planning to continue servicing the man with a lick of a certain leaking member further down south, but unknown to him, he'd already been stimulating it. Noah's stomach had turned out to be a golden field of hidden erogenous zones, and so with every lick Kurt had laid on, the man's arousal had multiplied, with every kiss or brush of his plump lips that had been given, Noah's moans had increased until with a climactic roar, he had come all over his freshly licked skin.

It was something that fascinated Kurt. He hadn't even been touching Noah's manhood yet through it all, and without direct stimulation, the man had been able to come. However, not only had said silver shot landed on Noah's stomach but also on Kurt's unsuspecting face. That night the boy had upgraded from a pearl necklace from back in the Hamptons to a full on facial. It was something he didn't quite know how he felt about, seeing as facial's were known to be one of the most degrading of sex acts, yet he knew Noah hadn't meant to do it. His seed had landed on Kurt's skin before they'd even realized it and even if angry sex could allow Noah to humiliate Kurt in that way, it wouldn't be done maliciously, it'd be done because it was hot, and since they respected each other as they did, they could get away with anything of the kinkiest nature.

Making quick but smooth work of detangling himself from Noah's arm, Kurt slipped out from the bed and headed into the en suite, where he showered and dried himself. He'd cleansed his face a little longer than usual, just to make sure that the scent of Noah's man milk was no longer lingering and he'd also allowed himself time to massage his muscles and body after last night's rompant activities, since after their animalistic highs, they'd made love all not long. They had retired to Noah's bedroom and it had been a time when love itself had driven them down the road of sex, not lust. Kurt could only smile at the memories of each session they'd had as he fixed his appearance in the mirror. Noah had been so tender with him, had held onto him so closely that Kurt couldn't help but revel in the man's need for him. They belonged to each other now.

Exiting the bathroom, Kurt re-entered Noah's room and looked around. He was wearing nothing. His clothes had been left in the living room and he couldn't go in there in fear of Anita, if she was around that is, clearing the half-eaten cake, flat champagne flutes and trampled rose metals that had been trodden and lain on throughout last night's shenanigans. With that, Kurt could only search the room for underwear and at least a tee shirt to clothe his naked torso in. He looked in the wardrobe, up and down and everywhere, until he found the neatly folded piles of underwear in a dresser drawer. They were all boxers, since it was the only thing Noah seemed to wear, or not. The man had said that he'd go around commando during lazy days in the penthouse, and now that Kurt was back, it would allow for 'easier surprises for spontaneous sex'.

Slipping on a pair of the smallest boxers he could find that would be able to cling onto his hips without the danger of falling off, Kurt now went on a mission to find a tee shirt, but before he could even start, he noticed one neatly slung over a chair in the corner of the room near the en suite door. Approaching it, Kurt noticed a pale note attached to the same Marilyn Monroe shirt Anita had snatched away from him all those weeks ago when he'd first visited Noah's penthouse. There it was, as if it were waiting for him, looking just fit for him with the actress's smiling face on the plain white tee with a red nose and a pair of geeky glasses printed over her eyes. It was a shirt that had been designed by Stella McCartney for Red Nose Day and Comic Relief back in March and as Kurt hesitated to touch it, his eyes were drawn back to the note.

Hello Kurt,

I hope you and Noah had a wonderful time last night. It was a bit of a shock to see you at Radio City Music Hall, but a pleasant one and immediately afterwards, I insisted I helped Noah set up the penthouse for your arrival. I hope you liked what we did with the place. I have to admit it was hard to to find all the petals and candles at such quick notice but we managed in the end. Noah wanted it to be perfect for the both of you. You have no idea how happy he was to have you back, he couldn't stop smiling, and I couldn't either. I'm so glad your well, Kurt. I'm so glad you returned to Noah. The love he has for you is unfathomable.

I want to apologize to you for everything I said you back when we first met, but not on a post it. Maybe next time I'm in the apartment we'll be able to talk, but for now know that I am sorry. In a sign of peace, I wanted to leave you the Marilyn Monroe tee shirt that I took from you. It was a gift given to Mrs. Puckerman for the donation they gave to Comic Relief, but she gave it to Noah who gave it to Quinn, but since she is no longer here, it now belongs to you. I'd figure you'd need something to wear after last night. Your clothes from yesterday have been washed and the living room, cleaned. Today, New York is open for you and Noah.

Take care,

Anita

Smiling to himself, Kurt picked up the tee shirt and slid it on, enjoying how the soft material caressed his skin as he snuck out the bedroom and out into the corridor. Noah had been telling the truth concerning Anita. The woman really did want to make amends and Kurt, although he had a history of keeping grudges against people who had wronged him, most notably his high school peers, he felt it the right thing to forgive Anita. As for what she'd mentioned in her note, the maid had indeed cleaned the apartment, or more specifically, the living room. The remains of the cake had been stored in the fridge, kept cool and ready for breakfast consumption. The petals had all been collected and put into a large glass bowl to resemble potpourri consisting entirely of roses and the Jo Malone candles had all been cleared with one or two now accommodating each room.

Settling himself on the couch, Kurt peeled the post it that was still attached to his tee and examined it once again. He'd liked the way Anita had ended the note by saying that today, the city was his and Noah's today. It was a set of words that had him wondering what they planned to do now. Back in Lima, Noah had mentioned romantic carriage rides in Central Park and Christmas kisses on the ice rink of the Rockefeller Centre, and now that they were together, Kurt didn't doubt for a second that Noah wasn't going to shout their love from every rooftop in Manhattan. They were officially dating now, and major changes in their relationship seemed to have simmered down to a simple 'boyfriend' tag on each other's hearts. Yet, for some reason or another, Kurt didn't think Noah was going to stop thinking of them both, and possibly, their future together.

Click! Looking up from Anita's post it, Kurt looked around to see Noah crouching down just a few meters away, a large Nixon camera positioned firmly in his hands. Gasping slightly at the slight intrusion but mostly at not having noticed Noah enter, Kurt watched as the man lowered the camera and winked at him. In response, Kurt couldn't help but smile, as well as drink in the sight of the way Noah was dressed. Similarly, to Kurt's half nude appearance, Noah only had on track suit bottoms and that was it, but it was all that was needed to be worn in the model's opinion. Noah looked so handsome and Kurt couldn't believe he'd been snagged by such a man. Noah Puckerman had been his teenage dream in high school and now said dream was immortalizing him on camera, taking picture after a picture of a simple Lima boy who couldn't believe his luck.

"You know, mister photographer, you're lucky I've had a shower and fixed myself up this morning, because if I hadn't, I'd be already grabbing your camera and smashing it. I nearly did it to several photographers the weeks they just wouldn't leave me alone, and believe me, they got the picture. Pun intended," smiled Kurt, deciding not to pose for Noah's pictures but to simply give off a care free vibe, a natural essence that could not be achieved without completely falling into a state of relaxation. It was very much like an actor told not to act and Kurt found it liberating, posing au naturel just for Noah.

"Kurt, you're a sight whatever way you look. You should know that."

"Typical. The photographers are always the charmers."

"And this camera would be missing out a lot on its favorite model if you smashed it."

"You know Noah, you've got model looks yourself. Maybe I should be snapping your shots for GQ."

"Nah, modeling has never been my thing," replied Noah. "I mean I've been in the odd magazine here and there. Teen Vogue was one of them but I never got into it. I just never thought it was that big a deal. They'd have me in hair and makeup for an hour, but I don't have any hair and I don't like wearing makeup. Then there was always the waiting when they'd change the angle of a reflector or adjust a soft box and there I always was wondering what the hell I was doing there when I could have been doing something so much more worthwhile, instead of frolicking in terrible clothes and acting like a posing narcissist."

"So what you're effectively saying is modeling is a waste of time? That I enjoy acting vain and conceited and that the clothes that are put on my back make me look ridiculous, even though I don't realize it because I'm clouded by my own self-absorption?" Questioned Kurt snidely, straightening up on the couch as his expression soured. "You know Noah, with an ignorant view like that, I'm surprised models have bothered to give you the time of day let alone sleep with you. Oh, it's all right to look at models, but no, you don't want to be one. You'd just be wasting your life thinking you're all that."

"No, no, no, oh shit, Kurt I didn't mean...," stumbled Noah, mentally kicking himself for being a jerk as he ran on over to Kurt before the boy made to leave. How could he have spoken so insensitively when Kurt was a model himself. The boy wasn't even vain. "Kurt, babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, it's just... fuck. Modeling is fit for some people, just not for me. I'm flattered that you think I should give it a go, but to tell you the truth, I do prefer watching models. I prefer watching you. Here, take a look at yourself. Can't you see why I'd rather look at you? You're beautiful."

"Oh..." murmured Kurt, blinking in surprise as Noah took a hold of the camera that had been dangling from its strap around his neck and presented before him the screen. Photo after photo of Kurt in mid laugh, smiling naturally or just gazing back at the camera with nothing but his twinkling eyes as a fashion accessory flashed by as Noah scrolled through them all. They were pleasing. Very pleasing indeed. "You know, out of all the photoshoots and catwalk shows I've done, these are by far my favorite. No fancy clothes, no exotic makeup, no artificial sets, just me. That is the real me. You mind if we keep these?"

"Not at all, they're ours. I'm going to transfer them to my laptop and phone so that when I'm away studying at college, I can look at these and think of my hot babe back home, be like my pin up boy always welcoming me back from the business lecture battles," grinned Noah, Kurt returning the smile as he leaned down to place a soft morning kiss to the man's waiting lips. "Are you... still mad about what I said before, Kurt? About modeling? I know I shouldn't have generalized because you're not like that. You're not vain, whatever you wear looks good and if it weren't for modeling, I'd never have met you."

"Exactly, if I hadn't been accepted into a single one of those modeling agencies, I would have continued my work experience in that theater, and you and I never would have met, we would never have known each other, and I wouldn't be here. Strange isn't it," replied Kurt. "Anyway, although I am upset that you don't think particularly highly of my occupation, no matter how many times you cover it up by saying how 'beautiful' you think me, I do expect you to morally support me, Noah. I am new here after all and I could do with you staying by my side. It'll just make life that much easier."

"Sure I will, baby. It's only fair since these pictures here will help care for my... needs when I'm away."

"Noah! Please. They're not even erotic... wouldn't you want something, I don't know, sexier?"

"Oh Kurt, you have no idea how far I could go with pics. They're fucking hot."

"Well, if you're sure. I'll be happy to pose for some more with... a little less on."

"Fuck, I'm the luckiest man in the world," breathed Noah, watching as Kurt burst into a set of giggles before the boy leant down to rest his hands on the man's broad shoulders. Not many of Noah's girlfriends in the past would have done such a thing, but then Kurt was no girl. He was prepared to do things that made Noah's toes curl with excitement. "Tell you what, let's go out today. I want to give you that shopping spree on Fifth Avenue you mentioned back in Lima. Anything you want on that street and it's yours. I want to make up for always having barged through your doors when you could have busted my ass."

"No Noah, you don't have to do that. If you promise to let me open the door before you come in then that should be a reward in itself. I only mentioned a shopping spree because I was annoyed with you back then. Besides, the last time I was on Fifth, you bought me an expensive fragrance which I've not by any means finished," laughed Kurt. "Noah, baby, you don't have to feel the need to reward me all the time. I'm not here for material gain, I'm here because of you. No matter how many presents you buy me or even shower on me, they'll never be enough, because those gifts won't be you. All I want is you."

"I love you, Kurt Hummel," gushed Noah, removing his camera from around his neck and effortlessly picking Kurt up in a bridal hold. There he brought them both over to one of the many wall length windows where they both stared out onto the booming city below before looking back at each other affectionately. "If all you want is me then all you have is me, babe. To be honest, it was also an excuse to be seen out in public with you as we are. I just couldn't wait to walk down that street holding your hand, to let the whole world know that you were mine, that you were on my arm and no one else's."

"Come here you," smiled Kurt, taking hold of Noah's face and angling it to his for a tender kiss that had both of them sinking into, and although Kurt was supported in strong arms should he buckle, Noah had only his near trembling knees. "If it means that much to you Noah, then we can do that. I don't mind. You can now hold my hand on our walks through Central Park, you can kiss me over a meal at Mangia, and you can do whatever you like with me, but if you continue to reveal your sweet desires to me the way you are then I'll have no choice but to fall in love with you again and again and again."

"Not a bad roller-coaster ride if you ask me," chuckled Noah, stealing another heart-swelling smooch with his boy's tempting pout before leading them both back to his bedroom. This was it. He was going to be able to finally enter society with someone he'd kept in the dark all this time, someone he loved, and out of all the things his family had or could have, it had been this luxury that he'd not been able to afford, until now. "Come on baby, I want to get to the stores nice and early before the crowds come pouring in. I've got things to buy and one hell of a hot babe to walk down the street with."

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Glee

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Four hours later and Noah and Kurt had left the penthouse and were strolling around Manhattan, their hands linked together as they enjoyed a day they'd both been waiting for for so long. It was the high from just being able to do anything they wanted together that made the sun shine brighter than it really was, and one of the best parts of it all was that it didn't seem to bother people at all. Of course they'd had the occasional looks and glances from passersby, recognizing their faces and confirming the rumors they'd all heard, that Noah Puckerman was really in a relationship with another boy. It had seemed to confuse many at first, given the man's womanizing past. Whispers were gushed behind hands and people would stare at the couple a little longer than usual but no one objected to them. After all, here wasn't anything to object to.

As a result of this reaction, which from New Yorkers only lasted a few minutes before returning to their own lives or to a sight that had a greater chance of at least shaking them out of their jadedness, both Noah and Kurt were free to live their day without any social problems what so ever. They'd gone to Mangia, taken their breakfast back to Central Park and eaten on the Great Lawn together, enjoying a Tasti D-Lite right afterwards to leave the greenery with frozen yoghurt on their tongues. Following that, Kurt had joined Noah on a shopping round that covered Bergdof Goodman, Barney's New York, Lord & Taylor as well as sightsee the National Historical Landmarks including the Empire State Building, the Rockefeller Center and St. Patrick's Cathedral, which Kurt had mentioned that out of all the churches in the city, this one would be the one he'd wed in.

However, immediately once the boy had mentioned the word 'wedding' in the passing comment, he'd felt a change in Noah's behavior. Of course, Kurt really hadn't meant anything by the statement, he'd just been attracted to the cathedral's architecture and its brilliant white shade of Tuckahoe Marble, a much more appealing looking church in his opinion than the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, the church Noah and Quinn had nearly wed in. Yet this didn't stop Noah from entering the cathedral and checking it out, taking in the interior and nodding in approval, as if he too wouldn't mind getting married in such a place. Kurt had later joked as they had neared the altar that it looked as if the man were church searching for his new wedding, but instead of receiving laughter or even a chuckle, Noah had given him a long look. A very long look.

Kurt hadn't known what to interpret from those hazel eyes that had dived into the deep blue pools of his own, but he'd decided, at least for now, not to give it much thought. Bringing it up to attention would only conjure up a conversation he was not ready for and not willing to discuss at all considering his personal views on marriage, and so he'd focused his attention on the things Noah was buying, including some of the more risqué items that Kurt would never dream of going out in public to purchase. Things of that nature were best left private and ordered anonymously online without embarrassment and hassle yet Noah being Noah had persuaded him to accompany him into stores the likes of Victoria's Secret and others to buy lace briefs, flavored lube, blind folds and yoga pants, as well as others that Kurt preferred to think of in the bedroom.

Now however, both Noah and Kurt had left Fifth Avenue in favor of Bloomingdale's on Third. Kurt was impressed that Noah was still shopping considering the man hardly ever did and had a less than enthusiastic attitude towards it. What he was shopping for though at this point, eluded the boy. It could range from anything from electronics to jewelry, often checking out the luxury ring selections these affluent department stores would have and although Noah had given out the excuse of wanting to buy his mother something nice for what she'd done for his birthday, Kurt knew it was lie. Emily Puckerman was a former beauty queen. If she wanted a ring, she'd get it herself. That is if she hadn't already a version of them all from her successful reign in the pageantry circuit. Yes, Noah was looking for a ring, and Kurt had an idea who it was for.

Standing in the furniture department of Bloomingdale's, looking over the wonderful Wedgewood pottery that was lining the shelves, along with intricate Lalique glass designs and beautiful Barracat crystal creations, Kurt wondered through the displays. He'd left Noah in the electronics department where the man had approached a Bang & Olufsen salesman concerning the BeoLab fifteen and sixteen loudspeakers that what he claimed 'unleashed a room's full creative potential with the art of hidden sound'. It had served to make Kurt frown and he had excused himself to further explore the store. He was glad he'd wondered off because everything before him sparkled. Palatial chandeliers, crystal blown blue horses, everything, including the hefty price tags that had been and fittingly glittered and glossed for Kurt to marvel at until a voice sounded from behind.

"Hey Kurt."

"Huh? Oh, Carlson, hi! Hey, what are you doing here?!"

"I'm looking around for a present for Carmen. You know her party's coming up soon."

"What? She's having party? I didn't know about this."

"Yeah, it's later on this week. Didn't she tell you?" Asked Carlson, Kurt shaking his head as he struggled to remember if he'd heard about this, but then again, he'd been home for two weeks so that was why. "She said she'd left so many messages on your answering machine that she can recite word for word your funny answering message without even thinking it. Lola and I probably could too since we've all been trying to reach you but you've never been home. We've wanted to know how you've been since your photoshoot accident. How are you, Kurt? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Don't worry Carlson, I'm well, but if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer not to talk about what happened that day here in Bloomingdale's," smiled Kurt apologetically, Carlson nodding in agreement as they both looked around. When Kurt returned his gaze to his friend, he was pleased to know that he was well and healthy. He hadn't changed, still cute, but Kurt was still surprised that he'd bumped into him. "All I am willing to say here is that I've recovered from it, I returned to my home in Lima for two weeks once I was discharged from hospital and I came back two days ago to perform at Noah's birthday gala."

"Birthday gala? Oh yeah, he turned twenty-one yesterday didn't he. I forgot about that. Not that I'd remember such a thing, but yeah, that's cool," nodded Carlson, Kurt returning the smile as they both began to stroll around the department, each of them stopping occasionally to view the different sets of furniture on sale. Kurt didn't think Carlson was shopping for expensive furniture he couldn't afford. He imagined it was solely to talk to him. "So you're saying you actually performed for Puckerman? I wouldn't have thought they'd invite you to do that seeing as, you know, you'd nearly drowned or something."

"Actually, I was more of a birthday surprise, the popping out of the cake king of thing, but not literally that. I sang for him," replied Kurt, giggling as he began to imagine coming out of a cake naked whilst Noah licked him down to the very last dab of fondant. Who knows, maybe he'd do that next year. "See I got in contact with one of Noah's friends who was organizing the finale and through him I was able to secure a place in the show. Noah had no idea I was doing this, hence why it was a surprise, but yeah. You should have seen his face, he was not expecting me at all."

"Wow, what did you sing?"

"Just Happy Birthday, nothing big."

"Really? Couldn't they have asked you to sing a better song?"

"I suppose, but I wanted to sing it. It was only appropriate."

"I guess. It'd be funny if you'd sung it like Marilyn Monroe. You didn't did you?" Asked Carlson, looking intently back at Kurt who shook his head defiantly only to end up nodding his head. Carlson's eyes widened before he burst out into a fit of hysterics, the cashier by a nearby till eyeing them in annoyance as Kurt, giggling, calmed his now chuckling friend. "God Kurt, you're a legend, you know that. I bet Puckerman couldn't keep his hands off you afterwards. Speaking of which, are you guys back together now? I know he didn't marry that Fabray girl but does he know of you and Joshua?"

"He does, yes. I've been meaning to talk to Joshua ever since I came back, but ever since I did, everything's been not stop doing this doing that. Don't worry though, I will get round to it because it's really not fair on him. He did save my life after all. I owe him everything," answered Kurt, taking a mental note to call Joshua immediately once he'd returned to his apartment. Actually he'd invite him over. it was the right thing to do and it was the least Joshua deserved. "Anyway, enough about me. How have you been? How are the girls? Is your new director better than Gordon or worse?"

"She's a woman actually, Mavis, and she's so much cooler than Gordon was. I'd say not as experienced but she's got the stuff. Makes me kind of sad that I'm leaving after we do Wicked because I auditioned for Angelo from Measure for Measure at the Richard Rodgers Theater on Broadway and I got it," smiled Carlson, chuckling as Kurt's mouth gaped before squealing in delight, embracing him tightly as the man laughed. "Thanks, Kurt. Carmen and Lola are good. They've both got some news as well, but I'll let them tell you themselves at the party, which I hope you're coming to. It's this Friday night."

"I'll be there, and don't worry about the gift buying. I'll buy Carmen something from the both of us. I can tell you're at loss at what to get," giggled Kurt, Carlson about to object before giving up and offering the boy a thankful smile. Turning around, Kurt glanced about until he caught sight of a mink blanket placed neatly on a couch. "Ooh, maybe she'll like this... actually no. I remembered she said she hated fur, even if was faux because she claimed that wearing 'a cutting edge hairy carcass from the steel traps of wintery Russia' just made her want to puke, so I think we'll stay well clear of that."

"Well we've got time, Doll face. You here alone or-"

"No, I'm here with Noah actually. He had to get some shopping done."

"So why aren't you with him?"

"Because he's the boring parent and I'm his kid who likes to run off. I'm bad."

"Well I don't want to keep you from him; he's probably looking for you. That and we should probably leave anyway. That cashier over there is giving us the evils," whispered Carlson, Kurt subtly glancing at the cashier who was indeed fixing both of them with an irritated gaze, one so authoritative it really did make Kurt feel like a child. However, as they made to speed walk out, Carlson turned around and belted out his best Shakespearean voice to the cashier's shock. "Fear not, rash wanton with eyes of damask death! We leave thy kingdom of mink carcass to venture in lands away from thy venomous gaze!"

"Carlson! You just called her a brazen slut, what if she knows Shakespeare?" Hissed Kurt, wrenching his friend away from the entrance and out in the hall. Yet despite the noisy sound of the many escalators and bustling shoppers all around, nothing could drown out the uncontrollable laughter that had burst out on the scene. The expression on the cashier's gawping face had ignited every single humorous fuze within both Kurt and Carlson's bodies and as they descended onto the ground floor, their smiles still rich in chuckles, they were silenced as now standing before them was Noah. "Oh... hey honey."

"Baby," replied Noah, Kurt frowning at the way the man was eying both him and Carlson as if he'd just caught them making out in the dressing room of a children's store. It made the boy very uncomfortable and soon enough, Kurt began to take note of jealousy rising in Noah like bile. His hands were clenching around his crackling shopping bags, his shoulders were tensing and the look in his hazel eyes persuaded Kurt to rush on over to his side and allow the man to wrap an arm around his waist protectively. Thankfully, it seemed to appease Noah and Kurt blew out a quiet sigh of relief. "So, what did you get up with..."

"Carlson, the name's Carlson, Mr. Pucker-" answered Carlson but was soon stopped in mid speech when Kurt shook his head violently, a 'no' shaped onto his lips as his eyes bulged wide. The man didn't know what the big deal was but judging by the way Puckerman was eyeing him very much as the cashier had done earlier, he relented. "We bumped into each other in the furniture department and um, caught up on how we were and how everything was going. Actually, Kurt told me about how he sang for you at your gala yesterday. I wish I could have seen him and I know it's bit late, but Happy Birthday, man."

"Yes, I was telling Carlson about the way I sang it. He seemed to think it was pretty funny," giggled Kurt, trying desperately to ease the tension that was swamping them all. Poor Carlson looked as if he was being scolded by the headmaster and Kurt was not liking it one bit. He could understand why Noah would get jealous of Joshua, that was understandable, but his friends? Kurt feared this might be a regular occurrence. "Anyway, it was great seeing you Carlson. You don't have to hang around here anymore; I'll get us the present. Just remember to drop by mine before the party so you can sign the card."

"Will do. The thing starts at seven at Nobu so how about six-thirty?"

"Great. I'll see you then."

"Later, Doll face."

"Fare thee well, Angelo."

"Fare thee what? Since when do you speak Shakespearean?" Asked Noah, Kurt waving at his departing friend as the boy turned to lay his frosted eyes on the man. Noah's appearance was now returning to the way it was. His fingers were no longer digging trenches into Kurt's sides, his body was now lax and free and the mint green specs in his eyes didn't look as if they were giant fire balls, but as they had been. Yet all this just made to anger Kurt. He really had to face the man on this. It was ridiculous. "Kurt, I really rather you didn't wonder off. It's as if you planned on meeting him here or something."

"And what if I did? Can't I hang out with my friends? Actually, scratch that. Can't I hang out with my male friends like Carlson? Or are you going to scare them off so that I can relive my high school days where I had no boys as friends?" Shot Kurt angrily. "Noah look, I know you're protective of me and you care about who I'm with, but if you continue the way you are, you're just going to turn out like my dad, who enforced a curfew of six o'clock and a light's out rule of nine o'clock, rules that prevented me from... like... partying at my peer's houses... not that I was ever invited to them, but you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry, Kurt. Fuck. It's just that this was our day, out first full day out together as a couple and I just wanted you all to myself," murmured Noah apologetically, Kurt huffing as he relented to listen to a man who might as well of marked his territory but peeing on him as they did in the wild. Not a nice picture. "I know I keep on saying you're mine this, you're mine that. It makes it sound as if I fucking own you, as if you're my sex slave, which you're not, no matter how hot that sounds. It's because you only came back to me last night and I can't bear to see you with other men less you... leave me again."

"Leave you again? Noah, I'm not going to leave you again. You have to stop thinking that. They're thoughts that are only going to make it harder to trust me. You do trust me, right?" Asked Kurt as Noah nodded quickly. "Good. Besides, I guess I've grown fond of your co-dependent like attachment to me. I find it adorable how you're jealous of Carlson, who is only the first friend I made here and who's been with me through the good times and the bad. You needn't see him as a threat. He's not Angelo in real life, he has no intention of stealing me away from you. He's straight."

"Everyone thought I was straight and look how well that turned out, and I don't care how many times you say he likes pussy, actors never fully do. I'm telling you now, your Carlson friend would have no problem kissing you if he were asked... not that I'd let him," replied Noah, growling slightly at the thought as he brought Kurt closer into and him and nuzzled the boy's neck with his nose. It was then that he could feel Kurt's pulse points, little baby thumps that were pumping out a scent he knew all too well. God, it made his mouth water. "Hmm babe, you smell nice. You wearing the Creed fragrance I got you?"

"I am. I'm using it to attract men whilst I'm away from you, because you know Noah, another thing about your jealousy is that it's a real turn on. It makes me want to blow you behind a mannequin, makes me want to grab onto a fainting couch so tightly I rip out the upholstery as you beat me off, and it makes me want to spread these very legs for you right here, right now," cooed Kurt softly, his breath coming out hot and moist on Noah's ear so that as the boy made to lick away the beads of sweat already forming, Noah whimpered. He was so hard, it hurt. "But I'm no whore, so we're not doing that."

"W-what? No babe, let's do that. You can't say that to me and expect me not to want to do that. Puckzilla's already leaking his silver solution down there," begged Noah pleadingly, his hands tightening around Kurt as the boy looked back at him as if to say a firm 'no', but after catching sight of a perfectly pitched tent down below, he relented with a nod accompanied with a cheeky smile. Who knew if they were going to be thrown out of Bloomingdale's forever if they were caught but the idea of sex on a thousand dollar armless chair was so tempting. "Fuck yeah, Kurt. Come on, let's find a place."

As both of them went in search of the ideal room and piece of furniture to fornicate on, Noah was reminded of his high school days. Back then, he'd always had the mentality of a promiscuous stud with a 'wham, bam, thank you mam' attitude, one that had lead to most of the desks creaking and tables tottering from sessions of lip glossed make outs and skirt lifting sex. Yet now he was a paranoid and insecure man in love who scared away his lover's friends just because deep down he'd always thought Kurt to be too good to be true and therefore too good for him. What was happening to him? He didn't want to be the jealous, clingy boyfriend. He wanted to be the smooth talking sex stud he once was, but then that hadn't been the man Kurt had fallen in love with. He'd fallen for Noah, not Puck, and if Noah treated Kurt like the last jewel in existence, so be it.

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