XXIII
~ The Three Men ~
Sitting himself down at the long table strewn with cutlery and napkins waiting to be used, Kurt made himself comfortable as the rest of Carmen's entourage seated themselves busily around her. They had arrived and accepted their reservations at the Nobu Restaurant on 40 West 57th Street and going by everything he was seeing within the place, Kurt could believe Carmen when she'd said that she'd had to book five weeks in advance to be guaranteed seating for a party her size. For Nobu was high class all the way. The restaurant chain was very popular with the wealthy crowd as well as with celebrities. Kurt had often heard that they wouldn't often look at the menu in favor of requesting the waiters 'surprise' them with something, asking "ooh, what's this?" when they'd been delivered their food. It was one real quirky take on dining.
Continuing to look around as everyone picked up their menus and scoured the hot and cold dishes, the donburi and the chef's choice, Kurt's artistic mind widened as he took in his impressive surroundings. Nobu New York's design by architect David Rockwell evoked the beauty of the Japanese countryside with its natural textures, birch trees, wood floors and a wall made of river stones, as well as maintaining energy and excitement that pulsed through the room, creating a surreal effect. Kurt had read before coming that the restaurant had received three stars from the New York Times and a Michelin star to top it all off. The restaurant's perennial popularity and devoted following was a tribute to Nobu putting his own spin on traditional Japanese cooking, and as Kurt sniffed the delectable air, he knew that Mangia was in for some stiff competition.
Bringing his head back down to his menu and checking out what little fancies were going to make his belly button pop out tonight, Kurt decided on a wide range of sushi, sushami and rolls from Salmon Skin to Shrimp Tempura, to Soft Shell Crab to Spicy Bigeye Tuna, and to finally Bluefin Toro and Baby Abalone. It might seem much, but hey, they were here to celebrate. It had turned out that Carmen, very much like Carlson, was leaving the Monarch Theater after its winter show for a more prestigious production of Evita on Broadway. They all knew that their version of Wicked wasn't going to be any less than amateurish since they'd had a change of directors in the middle of its rehearsals, messing everything up, but no way did that act as a dampener to both Carmen and Carlson. They'd soon be leaving that dank and dismal theater. Finally!
As for Lola, it seemed her big break had yet to come along, but everyone was rooting for her. No way was she not going to end up in sold out comedies with the rare comedic talent she possessed. It was something many didn't have, and although Kurt had been said that his sarcasm on stage could bring out laughs from all the way from the back row, he didn't believe he'd have what Lola had. All he wanted to do was act, sing and dance, that and model. It was all performance in the end, yet the need to return to the stage was growing. Ever since Radio City Music Hall, his love for musical theater had flickered back to life, very much how a candle flickered back into a flame under the influence of magic. It had been there lying dormant, becoming a back seat passenger to modeling and it only served to make Kurt ponder to himself. Hmm...
At the sound of the waiter coming to take their orders, Kurt lifted his eyes from his menu and did a quick sweep of everyone around the long wooden table. There were some people he recognized as fellow actors and colleges from the Monarch Theatre as well as others Kurt didn't know. Carlson was sitting next to him, Lola to his left and Carmen next to her, yet the person that seemed to catch Kurt's eye was Joshua, who was sitting right opposite him. The boy had been shocked to see the man as part of the entourage, but after quietly consulting Carmen about it, she'd revealed that after one of her own friends had called in sick at the last minute, Carlson himself had invited Joshua. Whether that was to make it easier for Kurt and him to talk, the model didn't know. It was very inappropriate, yes, but he supposed Carlson did have good intentions.
"Hey Kurt? Thanks again for going out of your way to get Carmen that present, it was very cool of you," thanked Carlson, Kurt glancing at him with a smile before turning in his chair to face his friend. It really hadn't been that much of a problem to find a suitable present for the red headed party girl. In fact, he hadn't had to buy one in the end. He'd simply decided to gift Carmen with all the high-end skin care products he'd been given through modeling that he'd never used. He had enough cleansers, toners and moisturizers as it was. Anymore and he'd drown. "Want me to return me the favor, and I'll do it."
"You can make sure I get a front row seat to your Measure for Measure performance in the spring, as well as VIP backstage passes to make sure I get a hand shake from Mr. Angelo himself," smiled Kurt. "Look, Carlson, about what happened in Bloomingdale's the other day; I didn't know that Noah was going to behave the way he did. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable and I did have a talk with him once you'd left. He's just a little sensitive at the moment. He has this crazy notion in his head that every guy I talk to is going to steal me away from him, regardless of their sexuality."
"It's okay Kurt, it's alright. I'm fine. To tell you the truth it wasn't so much that it was uncomfortable as it was awkward, because seriously, with the evils Puckerman was giving me? Let's just say I wouldn't want to play against him at one his college football games," chuckled Carlson. "Besides, I guess it would have been weird not for him to be that way around you after your accident, after Joshua and after everything else that's happened to you. I have to say Kurt, that not once have I met someone who has had so much drama in so little time. Everything seems to be happening to you."
"I know, right? I don't ask for it to come my way, it just does," sighed Kurt, picking up his fork and stroking it ever lightly along the blade of his knife. Drama had been with him earlier on today before Carlson had come round to sign the present card. He'd been on the phone to Noah, and although the man had wished he'd have a good time, the slight discomfort was still lingering on his tonality. Kurt knew in time it would leave, but for now, he'd have to pass it off as loving concern. "Anyway, I've had a talk to Noah about this jealousy problem he's having and he seems to be calming down from it."
"I really don't know why he'd get jealous of me, Doll face. I mean, unless he knows about that one time I kissed you the first time we met, I don't think he has anything to worry about," chuckled Carlson, Kurt briefly smiling before glancing his eyes away before immediately his sight on Joshua. If Bloomingdale's had been awkward, this was so much worse, but yet Kurt didn't allow that as a social obstacle now. That would just acknowledge that there was tension, and so with an intake of breath, Kurt smiled at Joshua. "Kurt, if there should be anyone he should get jealous of, it should be Joshua, right?"
"Speaking of Joshua, not that it's not nice to see him again, but did you really have to invite him, Carlson? I really would have preferred to talk to him in private instead of, you know, at a dinner where everyone now knows our business," hissed Kurt. "I'm affectively the cruel one because I've shunned aside the man who saved me from drowning in favor of one who just walked onto the scene. It looks bad. In fact, I'm surprised Joshua accepted to come. I'm shocked how he can sit there and not look at me with contempt whilst at the same time accuse me of being ungrateful. This was such a bad idea."
"Kurt, chill. I'm sorry about inviting him. I should have told you, but look, Joshua's not doing those things is he?"
"That's because he's a good person, someone who deserves to be treated with more respect than I've shown him."
"Well you'll soon talk to him and you'll have all this figured out."
"Only if Noah's irrationality hasn't already peaked and he has undercover spies here."
"Kurt, now you're being irrational. I know Puckerman is worried about you, but you can't let his insecurities rub off on you like this. You're here to eat and have fun, not suspect if you're if being spied on," soothed Carlson. "But from what I've seen Kurt, you're everything to Puckerman. It's so obvious. He's crazy in love with you. I bet you're as important to him as his family and you know what happened when a member of his family died. He lost his dad when he was only a wee kid, and it broke him, so how do you think he felt when you had your accident? Who do you think it reminded him of?"
"Oh my God... oh my God, I completely forgot about his dad," moaned Kurt, leaning forward and hiding his face in his hands. "You know, no one speaks of the man near Noah and he doesn't talk about him himself. Through all this drama, I hardly ever hear his father get mentioned so I guess I forgot about him, but it explains so much, you know? I remember when I first saw the newsreel of his death on the TV. I was around seven or eight at the time, before I knew who the Puckerman's were, but yeah, my mom had just asked me to set the table, but it flashed on the screen and I couldn't look away."
"How could you not look away from that newsreel, Kurt? I'm pretty sure that at seven or eight, the content you saw on that screen was likely the first time you ever saw gore," replied Carlson as Kurt nodded his head, his memories of that evening now flooding back to him. Never, not once at that point in his life had he ever seen so much blood. That's all he had seen. Blood. "I saw it too but they really should have censored it. I mean, what the hell kind of car crash must leave your car in that condition? It might as well have been Diana 2.0 because that SUV was like properly, smashed, mangled and disfigured."
"Well, it's not so much the car as it was the sheer amount of blood everywhere. It was splattered across the broken glass and all over the cracked black paint," shivered Kurt, his face wincing painfully. "I think, now I don't know this for sure, but I think there had been a car carrier in front them, and the driver of said carrier must of misjudged the height of the bridge ahead because he collided head on with it. In the end when it did, the cars came loose from the carrier, they fell down on the road below and unfortunately, Thomas Puckerman was in the SUV the first car plummeted down onto. It's horrible, isn't it?"
"It's the sort of thing you see in a Final Destination movie or something. Didn't they call it a freak accident?" Asked Carlson curiously, Kurt leaning back in his chair and covering his mouth with his hands as he stared in sorrow at the table. Not only had Thomas Puckerman died instantly in the crash, but by the time he'd been cut out of the crushed vehicle, he'd been unrecognizable. His body had been mutilated beyond recognition, his face gone. Some believed he'd been beheaded, others that his bones had been broken down into nothing but dust amidst his blood. In the end, there had been nothing left of not only a man, a leader of a conglomerate empire he'd founded and helped build into what it was today, but a man of who's family had been severely struck, left to live out his legacy, forever bound to their grief.
"My poor, poor Noah. My poor baby," whispered Kurt, resting his chin in his hands as they adopted a position of prayer. No parent should have to bury their child, but no child should have to have their parent die in such a horrible way. A year after Thomas Puckerman's accident, Kurt's mother had died from breast cancer. The doctors had discovered her tumor too late and it had only been a matter of time before she too had left this world. In this moment, Kurt could relate to Noah's pain on such a level, he just wanted to run from the restaurant and go to him, to hold him and to cry for him. He felt like crying.
"Kurt, are you alright?" Asked Carlson worriedly, Kurt quickly nodding his head as he grabbed his napkin and dabbed at his watering eyes. Once putting it down, he leaned into Carlson and wrapped his arms around him. He needed someone to hold on to. He needed comfort. "Now we know why Puckerman's like the way he is, Doll face. He fears loss. He fears the pain it brings. If he'd married Quinn, I'm betting he would have only lasted a couple months before he'd try to return to you, but if you'd died in your accident, I really don't think he would have survived. I think... I think he would have taken his own life."
"Please don't say that, Carlson... please..." begged Kurt, wincing at the man's words, partly because he hadn't expected to hear to such a thing but mostly because he now believed them to be true. What if he had drowned? What if Joshua hadn't reached him time? Would Noah really have done something reckless? Kurt didn't want to think of the man going over to the road and flinging himself into a speeding vehicle or returning to his apartment, taking out a revolver and shooting himself in the head, for it's exactly what Noah would have done, and as Kurt came to realize this, tears welled in his eyes once more.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to say that, it's just; both you guys seem so vulnerable. You've both lost a parent, you've both suffered because of it and it was just a matter of time until we found out who is emotionally stronger... you, Doll face," reassured Carlson. "Puckerman may have the muscles, he may come across as the football playing, bicep bulging, manly man in your relationship but all he is inside is a scared little boy crying out for his father. Whilst with you, you look like a fragile little thing wishing to be rescued, but in fact, you're upbringing has made you stronger as a person. So much stronger."
"Really? I don't think it was particularly strong of me to get drunk at my photo shoot. I did not go easy on the cider that day," scoffed Kurt, a dry and humorless laugh escaping from his lips as he pulled away from Carlson and leaned back in his chair. Yet even though he had drank that day, he'd come to realize through his intoxicated eyes that life was very beautiful. No matter how hard it was to survive, it was still beautiful. Theo's death in a way had cemented that in his mind forever, like an epiphany, something he'd longed for ever since he'd been that little boy beside his mother's death bed.
Life back then had been a battle no child should have to suffer through. He'd lost someone dear to him, only to be followed up by the bullying and the constant torment of his peers regarding his sexuality, and he'd suffered heartbreak when he'd fallen in love for the first time. He'd always known life to have a purpose, that's what his mother had used to say, but he'd always wondered what purpose he himself was fulfilling. Back then, it seemed as though he had no use for himself. Always in his room, in his own company, cut off from the unfriendly world outside. Now that Kurt came to think of it, Carlson was right. He had wanted to be rescued, and he had been. Literally. The lake could have claimed his life. Noah could have claimed his own because of it, but Kurt was here now, more emotionally stable than ever and appreciating life for all its beauty.
"Carlson?"
"Yeah, Kurt?"
"Do you think I've changed since we first met? For the better?"
"Sure you have, Doll face. I mean you're still you, but I think the love of a certain Puckerman may have done something."
"You know, I was first in love with Noah a long time before I met him," revealed Kurt, Carlson turning to look at him in surprise as the boy nodded in response. "I was thirteen and I thought him the handsomest boy I'd ever seen, and even though back then I believed him to be straight and that in the end I was only going to get myself hurt, which I did, I still fell for him. Mind you, it wasn't the same kind of love as I have for him now. It was more like extreme puppy love, young love, something like that. I didn't know what love was so I was never able to define it, but yes, I was young, stupid and in love."
"Wow, it must have been awkward when you first met him," chuckled Carlson, Kurt smiling as he again nodded in response. When he'd first Noah at the Padova Pad, the feelings he'd had were long gone, but for him, the whole thing had been a little tense. He had still thought the man was handsome as hell, but he'd known what would happen if he ever let himself get lost in those hazel eyes again. It was why he hadn't wanted to meet Noah, but yet still have the man take notice of him, strange as that sounded. "So how did you know you'd fallen in love with Puckerman again? Was it hard to find out or what?"
"You know, I thought I'd have an inner debate with myself if it ever happened again. I knew I was feeling what I'd felt before, but like I said, this felt so much more powerful, as if it were more potent than last time round," replied Kurt. "Before I told Noah I loved him, I'd said he needed to give me time. See by then, he already loved me and he was upset that I didn't feel the same way, which I didn't think I did, but a few hours later, I said I loved him and I knew that it was true. Plus, I will always remember his reaction. His face broke out into a smile so wide; a coat hanger could have fit in there."
"Well, next time your man starts to get even the tiniest bit jealous, anxious or insecure, tell him you love him, because I have a feeling he's going to be a sucker for that line," grinned Carlson as Kurt made a mental note to ring Noah after tonight's dinner and tell him just that. He had to do it anyway. His boyfriend had asked him to call once he'd finsihed, had said that he wanted him to return to the penthouse because he missed him. Noah missed him. He missed him, he missed him, he missed him. Oh, it made Kurt's insides turn to jelly. "And make sure he says he loves you too, Doll face. You're someone to love."
"Oh, don't worry about Noah doing that, Carlson. He says that to me all the time," smiled Kurt, catching a glimpse of the waiter coming back with their drinks, followed by their various plates of delicious food. Yet the distraction of raw fish atop sticky cold rice didn't prevent Kurt from revealing something he suspected. "Noah has so much love to give. He really does, Carlson. He treats me like I'm everything to him, he's so loving, and I don't know this for sure, I'm only guessing, but I think he's going to ask me to move in with him soon, I can almost feel it."
"Really? Oh, that's great, Kurt! I would say it's a bit soon but since you and him, you know, got more than acquainted during his engagement, and you're both in love, that's great," congratulated Carlson, leaning over hug Kurt before kissing him on the cheek. However, as he pulled away, he noticed that Kurt, instead of being happy or showing any real sign of a positive reaction to speak of, looked more nervous then when he was before a run way show. His smile was played, his fingers entwined, and his left leg was moving up and down rapidly. "What? What is it, Kurt? Don't you want to move in with him?"
"It's not that, Carlson. I mean, I don't mind moving in with him. His penthouse is more than big enough for the both of us, and waking up next to him would make me happy, it's just... there's something else," answered Kurt uneasily. "The day you and I met in Bloomingdale's, Noah and I had gone around town. We'd seem St. Paul's Cathedral and I said if I ever had to marry, I'd marry there, though once I said that, Noah gave me a look and before I know it, he's going around casually checking out rings from all the luxury jewelers. I asked him why, he said it was for his mom, but I knew he was lying."
"You mean... you mean you think he wants to ask you to marry him?" asked Carlson incredulously, his eyes bulging and mouth gaping as Kurt bit his lip and observed him, his leg still going up and down restlessly. The boy didn't want to get married. He was only nineteen. He hadn't intended to give away signs for such a thing. It was only a passing comment! Now he was dreading the next time he saw Noah. He was going to have tell him all of this, and Noah was going to get upset and Kurt was going to feel bad, and it was going to ruin everything. "Kurt, if you don't want to marry him, you don't have to."
"I know I don't have to, but... I don't know. Maybe he has got it in his mind to marry me, but perhaps he's not going to do it until he graduates from Harvard or until he's asked me to move in. He's so unpredictable sometimes," replied Kurt, his mind imagining his possible wedding day. With his hand, Noah would lift his sorrows. Kurt's cup would never empty for Noah would be his wine. With a candle, Noah would light his way through darkness and with a ring, he would ask Kurt to be his. The vows of the church, vows of a marriage. "I'll just have to talk to him. I'm seeing him tonight, so I'll see how it goes."
"Hey everyone!" Announced Lola, Kurt blinking from the sudden shift in volume as he turned to look at the blonde beside him. It looked as if she were preparing to give a toast going by the way she was tapping her spoon against her crystal glass, but when she didn't stand up once everyone had their attention on her, he thought not. However, he was grateful for the distraction. He needed to either listen to use or start cramming sushi down his throat pronto. "I've got a little game we can all play. Lick your finger and then rub the rim of the glass. It should make your glasses sing."
"That doesn't actually happen does it?" Asked Carmen, frowning at Lola as the girl nodded her head. It did indeed happen as Kurt remembered how he'd used to do it when he was younger. He'd line up a whole row of glasses and make them sing like a choir of crystal voices. The sound would echo like in a stone church around his kitchen and it would sometimes drive his father mad. That and placing raspberries on his fingers and eating them one by one, blowing bubbles everywhere in the house and finally drawing little faces on his hands and speaking only through them. He'd been so carefree back then.
"This takes me back," smiled Kurt, watching as everyone did what Lola said before doing it himself. He'd learned in school that as your finger moved along the rim, it alternately slipped and stuck to the rim, just like a violin bow slipped and stuck as it moved across a violin string. It produced the vibration patterns with its own special natural frequency for that glass. Changing the speed or pressure one used with your finger could make the sound louder or softer and make the glass vibrate and sing more easily or not, but it didn't change the vibration frequency. For Kurt, he could listen to their songs all night long.
The evening continued in a festive spirit. Kurt had been tempted to order another dish of sushi and sashami considering he'd ravaged them all in a carnivorous manner, but he'd had to move on to his main course in which he'd chosen a Kumamoto Oysters with Maui Onion Salsa if he'd wanted to save some room with it. For dessert, he'd ordered a slice of Coconut Cake, which had consisted of coconut sponge, milk chocolate coconut cremoso, coconut stracciatella mousse and Thai tea gelato to top it all off. It had been divine. However, he'd originally decided against any type of dessert, thinking the calorie intake might go a little overboard, but it was Carmen's party. Everyone else was splashing themselves out on any edible confectionary they ordered on the menu with Carslon being the ultimate food guzzler. As a result, Kurt could only laugh.
When the food had all been eaten and the bill had been paid by everyone except for Carmen, instead of leaving the restaurant, they'd decided to chat and talk amongst themselves. Since Carmen had booked the party as a private event until they wished to leave by their own accord, they were all situated in a secluded part of the restaurant known as the Back Room. Curtains had been drawn to create a private ambience, for which there was no sound barrier, and the furniture in the room had had to be dictated to the space available for everyone, but since there was only around twenty to twenty-five people at the event, not much had had to be removed. For Kurt, it made for quite a comfortable place to relax as the hum of conversation filled the room. Everyone was having a good time and all he could feel like doing was taking a nap in it all.
However, before he could even begin to fathom closing his eyes, Carmen had asked to swap with Lola so she could sit next to him and talk to him about that had happened over the past few weeks. Kurt had had no choice to tell his friends exactly what had had prior to the accident, the accident itself, to what had happened afterwards, all the way up to Noah's birthday celebrations. He didn't think he'd need to let them in on Noah's hints of marriage, but what he'd said was already plenty for them all to digest as well as their food when he'd finished. Upon hearing of Joshua's heroism, Carmen had declared a toast leaving everyone clapping in the wake of a blushing man who didn't know what to do but fiddle with his hands and look on over at Kurt with a smile that the boy returned gratefully. Now there was no awkwardness left dwindling. Just unmade peace.
Soon after, Carmen had returned to the topic of Noah. Even though she was a little tipsy from the amount of champagne she had consumed, she had instructed Kurt to no longer alienate them when it came to his relationship problems and that he should not allow for Noah's co-dependency to get in the way of other projects he might want to have a go at, for example, focusing on furthering his modeling career and traveling abroad to places like Europe and Asia, or if he was still interested, to re-audition for NYADA. All three of them wanted to see their baby boy Kurt to not just restrict himself just because Noah was protective of him, but to go out and do what he himself wanted. To Kurt, they made it sound as if Noah was an anchor, keeping him down, but he wasn't. The man would do anything to make him happy. Anything.
Kurt knew that Noah just needed time. Hopefully, it wouldn't take that long. Within a couple months, he'd be back to the swaggering man of sex that would have Kurt jealous if he even checked out a girl or some other twink. Noah would be fully secure in their relationship, he'd have no doubts and he would trust that Kurt would stay faithful, wouldn't go on any perilous photo shoots and would love him unconditionally, for the man was nothing but a big muscly teddy bear in Kurt's eyes. The more you squeezed and cuddled him, the more love he'd dispense like buttercream frosting freshly squirted from an icing pipe bag. Ooh, it made Kurt squirm in delight as he thought of his adorable Noah in his penthouse atop a high sky castle. Now he couldn't wait to return to him. Kurt couldn't wait to surprise the man at the door with a kiss. He just couldn't wait...
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Glee
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Kurt and Lola ran as fast as they could down the Manhattan Street, the wind coursing through their hair like a cold blow dryer and their eyes constantly on the lookout for pedestrians that they could accidently bowl straight into the road, cars that could be left angrily honking in their wake and the two men chasing after them, all four young, happy and beautiful souls laughing their heads off. It was around midnight and they had all just left Nobu restaurant. They'd stayed there talking until the place had closed and most of the others including Carmen herself had caught cabs home, that's if they could afford a cab. It was suspected that their fares for the ride home may have been sacrificed for more drinks and light and spicy noted Sake or regrettable splurges on Soy Caramelized Bananas, Candied Pecans and Malaga Ice Cream.
Now, however, Kurt was running as fast as he could from both Carlson and Joshua as they light heartedly pelted after him and Lola. The boy had intended to walk back to Noah's penthouse, to return to his boyfriend and to spend the night there, but he hadn't known the dinner was going to end this late. When he'd rung Noah once they'd finished, his poor boyfriend had been asleep, or had just fallen asleep from waiting for him on the couch and at this Kurt had felt guilty. Noah had mentioned that he'd had to do revision for his finals this semester and Kurt knew all too well how exhausting it all could be on one's brain. In the end, Kurt had suggested he stay at his own place for tonight and that he'd come by tomorrow if he wasn't too hungover or dopey enough to get out of bed. He already had a problem falling out of it.
Noah had tried to argue, had tried to insist that Kurt return to the penthouse, saying that he wouldn't be able to rest knowing he wasn't there with him, but the man hadn't put up much of a battle. He'd ended up getting lulled back to sleep as Kurt had sung him a lullaby over the phone. It reminded the boy of when children claimed they weren't tired, that they could stay up forever when in the end; they'd fall asleep quicker than they'd thought. It was very sweet, and it made Kurt miss his boyfriend even more, but now, he needed his wits about him. They were making their way to Kurt's apartment. However, making their way probably wasn't the best way to describe it. Kurt couldn't remember how it had all started, but one minute they'd been talking like adults and now they were behaving like kids high on not caring how they looked to anyone.
All four of them looked positively ridiculous. Their running footsteps whizzed by each block, their disruptive voices were bouncing off buildings that were trying to sleep and yet, none of them cared how childish they looked. For Kurt, it was so liberating. He had never been able to do something like this back in Lima, firstly because the people running after him would be laughing at him as well as wielding water pistols loaded with urine, and secondly, he'd always been somewhat of a goody two shoes, never wanting to get into trouble. Kurt still enjoy getting into trouble, but tonight was the night to go wild. Carlson was flinging his hand out to grab Lola's ass, fingers caressing her dress making her squeal whilst Joshua made to wrap Kurt up in his arms and spin him around in circles only to miss by a mere frustrating inches. So close. Yet so far.
Turning onto Kurt's block and running down the road at breakneck speed, it didn't take long for Kurt to fumble around for his keys that were so deeply buried in his pocket he could hardly feel them. The stone stairs to his building loomed ever closer as if beckoning them to hurry along before their sexy attackers claimed them and as both he and Lola climbed the steps two at a time, the key was entered into the lock and the door was opened. They'd been granted extra time when their pursuers had ungracefully tripped and stumbled on the first couple of stairs, eliciting a chorus of laughs from the model and his blonde friend from above, but even though he had, it didn't stop them. Their chasers were still persistent, wanting to win, and as Lola made to close the door, she screamed as Carlson placed his foot in the way and smirked at her, his eyes glinting.
Kurt didn't know, he might have been wrong, but he'd always felt like there was something there sizzling in-between his two friends. Carlson would always tease Lola on her ditziness and she would in turn always joke about how much of a pig he was, but even through all the lighthearted insults and such, there was something Kurt felt was there. However, he didn't have time to analyze anything because with a push that had Lola running towards the stairs, Carlson opened the door and pelted after them. These two pursuers were insufferable. The lion like roars and growls were sure to alarm the neighbor's cat and Kurt was worried someone was going to come out and beat them with a broomstick or newspaper roll for disrupting their journey to dream land. Yet, they wouldn't have had a chance. All four laughing lunatics were speeding like crazy.
Reaching his door and unlocking it, Kurt laughed at the way his pursuers were still tripping on the stairs, their curses filling the air with rounds of "ow!", "shit!" and "I'm so wasted!" It really wouldn't be of any wonder if by the time they'd caught up with him, the palms of their hands would be reddened from the falls and their knees and shins bruised to the shade of Tyrian purple. Opening the door, Kurt and Lola bolted into the apartment and quickly slammed the door behind them, slumping to the ground as they tried to catch their breaths. Their chests were still heaving as if a weight was crushing down on their rib cages and their mouths were gasping, both for gallons of air and the need for water. Their throats were thoroughly parched yet before Kurt could get up and shake himself off from his hysterics, someone knocked on the door.
"Doll face! Kurt, let us in!" pleaded Carlson's voice beyond the door, his lazy rapping instigating yet another round of laughs from Kurt whilst Lola tried to get regain her posture. She too had collapsed to a heap on the floor but as she tried to get up, it was no use. She had fully exhausted her body considering how much alcohol was in her system so it was up to Kurt to pull himself up from the door handle and open it for the two pursuers who looked even worse than they did. It was hilarious. "My God you guys are fast motherfuckers. Wouldn't want to take you down in a marathon."
"Shh, my neighbors will hear you and we've probably already pissed them off enough. Come in," giggled Kurt, opening the door wide for both Carlson and Joshua to stumble through as they tried to remain on their two feet. It was obvious everyone was going to stay the night. There was no way Kurt was going to let them all run about like safari monkeys, thought it was probably just as well. He had drunk a sip of alcohol at dinner which meant he was free to lead his posse of intoxicated into his bedroom and onto his bed. "Just don't make too much noise, okay. Just lie there and I'll get some water."
"Hey Kurt, your bed's really comfy. Come lie in it with us and then we can play 'who am I?'" Moaned Lola, shifting on Kurt's bed as she snuggled herself deeper into his comforter. 'Who am I' was one of the games they'd played back at the restaurant. It had been amongst a string of them following the singing glasses and everyone had found it terribly amusing. There had been a Jesus Christ, Mozart and Alexander the Great as well as more modern faces including Barack Obama, Rosie Huntington Whiteley and to Kurt's surprise, his boyfriend, Noah Puckerman, which had funnily enough been stuck to him.
"No more playing tonight Lola, you need to get to sleep."
"No Kurtie, come join us for snuggles."
"Snuggle with Carlson. There's plenty more of him to snuggle than me."
"But if you come we can make a threesome. A foursome if Joshua joins."
"Okay, this is getting too weird. I need water," replied Kurt, turning around and heading to the kitchen, Joshua following closely behind him. When the model entered, he pulled out several glasses, poured some Evian water into each and drowned his own before turning around and only noticing Joshua in the doorway. The man against the frame, his lids justly slightly drooping but his eyes were very much fixed on Kurt's as the boy offered him a glass of water. Voicing his thanks, Joshua accepted the glass, gulped it down before wiping away a trickling droplet from his chin. "Do you want another glass?"
"Yeah, I think I'll go for another one," nodded Joshua, smiling softly as Kurt took the glass from his hand, refilled it from the plastic bottle and returned it to him. There the man gulped it down again but as Kurt made to move away, he grabbed his wrist. "Listen Kurt... I can't stay here for the night. I only came here with you guys because I wanted to speak to you. I haven't seen you in two weeks and when Carlson invited me over to this dinner thing saying you'd be there, I pretty much jumped at it. Don't blame him though. I didn't have to come, I just wanted to... to see you, to see how you were doing."
"Oh... well, I'm... I'm doing good, but I know I could feel better if I do something first," muttered Kurt, putting down his glass on the counter and bringing himself into Joshua. There he wrapped his arms around the man, placing his head on his chest where he could hear every heartbeat quicken at the contact. Joshua had been a companion in those weeks following his breakup with Noah, and although it hadn't worked out, Kurt would always remember this man. "Thank you for saving my life, Joshua. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most. You're such a... such a good man. I'm so lucky."
"So is Puckerman," replied Joshua, Kurt bringing his face away from its warm perch to look up at the man's knowing face. Of course, he would know. Everyone at this point did, and Kurt was starting to regret how it had been done. He hadn't thought of who he might be hurting, for Joshua had always been in the firing line. "I know you and him are back together, Kurt. I knew the minute we first went out that you were in love with someone else even though I didn't know who it was back then, and even though I tried to make you love me, I knew it wouldn't work. I just wanted to be close to you. You're so beautiful."
"You do know that if I hadn't met Noah, and you I had first met at a fashion show, I would have gone out with you in a second," smiled Kurt, giggling as Joshua grinned down at him. It was true. Joshua was very much Kurt's type. He was masculine, warm, kind hearted, and a swimmer's body worth drooling over, but as long as Kurt had known Noah, he knew the Puckerman would always be the one for him, even if there were other extremely attractive men out there in New York. "That's right, I would have snapped you up and kept a hold of you because you, Joshua, are amazing."
"You do know that even if you had met me first, Puckerman would have noticed you sooner or later," replied Joshua as Kurt came to ponder what had just been said. If Noah had met him after Joshua, how could have things turned out? Would Noah have had just a simple crush that would have deteriorated over time or would he have pursued Kurt out of love? One thing was for sure, in both reality and out, Noah and Joshua would not get on either way. "Seriously Kurt, you've probably been told this before, but Puckerman really loves you. I knew it even before he said it when he held you by the lake."
"Joshua, you don't have to say this... please don't say any more, it's hurting you."
"I've got to, Kurt. It looked as if he'd die if you'd died, which makes me know for sure that you'll be loved."
"What are you sayi-"
"I love you."
"Oh... Joshua," whispered Kurt, his breath catching in his throat as the man came to hold his pale wrists tight against his chest. Silence seemed to tick away, each droplet from the kitchen tap mimicking the sound of the clock as time went by. Kurt didn't want to break a heart, he wanted it intact, but both he and Joshua knew that it was inevitable. The boy could only hope that Joshua only thought he was in love, or maybe in love with the model he saw on the runways and in the airbrushed photos on glossed magazines, not him. Not him. "Joshua... you know... you know if things had been different... maybe..."
"Shh, I know Kurt, I know," smiled Joshua sadly, grazing his fingers along the boy's jawline before leaning in for kiss on the cheek. For Kurt, he didn't think it would be enough. He knew the man wanted to delve in a parting taste of his lips, for this would be the last time he'd ever be this close to their presence again, but they both knew that what belonged to Noah, remained Noah's. Kurt was with Noah and therefore, a mere kiss on Kurt's porcelain cheek was all that was given. However, it didn't prevent Kurt from doing the same, a kiss on the cheek, a kiss engraved there forever. "Goodbye, Kurt."
And with that, Joshua was gone. Kurt was left alone to stand in the kitchen staring unblinkingly where his ex-boyfriend had once stood. In some ways, he felt like crying, as if crying would be able to drain away the pain, but he knew it wouldn't. He knew what Joshua was going through. He'd been through it himself years ago. There was no healer, only time. Kurt looked around. He looked towards his bedroom entrance where Lola and Carlson were fast asleep on his bed. It lured him into the room but instead of joining them, he went over to the window. Looking down he saw him, Joshua, walking down the apartment building steps and glancing back up at Kurt's window, smiling, before walking on down the street, never looking back. It was the last time Kurt ever saw him again but he would never forget him. Never.
Farewell, he thought. Farewell, my lonely savior.
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Glee
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Turning his pillow over so that the cooler side now met his face, Kurt rolled his body so that even more stretches of his skin could meet cooler surfaces. The duvet was winded around his legs as if he were climbing a rope and the angle of his body was splayed out in a position that made it looked as if he'd just fallen from a skyscraper or just been raped. He didn't usually sleep in such an unrefined way, it was just that the last few days had been nonstop, something his body was very much imitating. He just couldn't seem to stop fidgeting and moving position until with a loud thump, Kurt rolled off the bed and landed on the ground below. Crashing out of bed was not something new and hitting his head on something definitely wasn't new. Disorientation and pain were his coffee in the morning, and it was one real kick to the system, that was for sure.
It had been two weeks since Carmen's party and Kurt was currently at the Puckerman penthouse apartment nursing his throbbing head. Noah wasn't around, he was in Massachusetts taking his finals at Harvard, and as a result, Kurt and Anita were both going to have the joy of arranging the boy's affairs, because very much like how he'd predicted, Kurt was now living here. Noah had asked him to move in with him the day he had come over following Joshua's love confession and subsequent leave, and very much true to form and of course how he felt, Kurt had said yes. He now had a residence on the Upper West Side and now he had another one on the Upper East Side. He should have felt on top of the world, considering he was in penthouse high enough to be so, yet what had recently happened in his life brought it all back down to Earth.
First of all, he had decided to listen to what Carmen had said concerning traveling, allowing himself to go on shoots abroad instead of staying in New York. It had all educated him on different cultures, broadened his sense of adventure and given him an appetite to see much, much more. At the end of last week, he'd flown over to London, Paris and then Milan to participate in a six-day shoot. It had sucked a lot of energy out of him, but he had enjoyed it. What he hadn't enjoyed however, was leaving Noah behind. Their plans for having Kurt move in had been postponed until he returned from his trip, and to say his boyfriend had been disappointed could be played on repeat for ages. Noah had really wanted to help Kurt settle in, even film it, it meant that much to him, and in response, Kurt couldn't help but feel guilty and a tad selfish.
Secondly, though he had enjoyed going abroad, he'd felt as if the modeling had got in the way. Kurt had wanted to stroll around the cities, take in the architecture, taste the food and speak to the natives even though his French was weak and his Italian was next to nothing. His strict schedule had prevented him from doing all that, and when he'd seen an impressive street performance showcase on the Champs-Élysées in Paris, his love of theatre had returned to him yet again, this time, even stronger. He really did feel as though he should think of prioritizing NYADA above modeling, have them switched around, and he had wanted to tell this to Noah in person, but as soon as he'd returned to New York, Noah had been off to Harvard. His finals were approaching, and once again, they found themselves all alone without the other.
Now, as Kurt untangled himself from the duvet, attempted to make the bed haphazardly and open the balcony doors to air the room, he began to think that this really wasn't the best start to a relationship. They always did have their ups and downs, many in fact, but some survived and both he and Noah were certainly going to jump over this hurdle. Kurt smiled. The hurdle was already shrinking anyway. Once Noah was done with his finals, he'd return and Kurt would let him in on his news of wishing to return to the theatre. His boyfriend would be so happy of the decision and they'd both unpack Kurt's stuff together because Kurt would have known that it was something Noah wanted to do with the two of them together. Hopefully, that's the way it would go, but first of all, Kurt had to have a shower and possibly, a breath mint.
An hour later, with clean smelling clothes on his back, his hair and skin done and a fragrance from a certain boyfriend lingering on his selected pulse points, Kurt entered the living room and looked around. His moving boxes packed full with his things from his previous apartment had been stacked neatly in one corner since he hadn't allowed them to swamp entire areas which would only render moving around difficult. It wasn't fair on others and since he enjoyed lots of space himself, it wouldn't have been fair on him. Not everything from his old place was here. Like his things in Lima, not everything had made the move and so only what he needed and personally wanted stood before him as he inspected that nothing had been damaged, squashed or deformed from a travel which was just over the park from here. Not that far at all.
Checking the time on the clock on the wall, Kurt took note that it was only nine o'clock in the morning. He had an idea of taking his laptop out and skyping Noah at Harvard, but he had no idea of the man's timetable. It was possible he was in the middle of a final right now, but deciding to give it a go anyway, Kurt went for it. He searched around for his laptop, being careful not to cause an avalanche in the process before finally locating it in the box marked 'Electronics' in black marker. It was an organized packing system that his father had suggested he take up before he'd left for New York in September and it just made looking for what you wanted that much easier. Pulling his laptop from the back, unwrapping it and setting it up on the coffee table, Kurt gusyed himself in his reflection on the screen as he opened Skype with anticipated eyes.
No, Noah wasn't online. Kurt had been expecting that, he'd just not been wishing for it. Waiting another set of minutes before it was made clear that his boyfriend wasn't going to pop up with his masculine face and hazel eyes on his screen, Kurt huffed a sigh before getting up and heading into the kitchen to fetch himself something to eat. He had nothing to do today. Nothing was planned and he had a whole penthouse to waste time in. Noah had once told him that on days like this, he'd either walk around the place naked, stand by his window overlooking the city naked and of course, masturbate all day long, naked. Kurt erupted into laughter, so much so that he nearly spilled the milk that he had been pouring in his oatmeal. He was looking forward to the great times ahead in this place. No doubt, a lot of them would have him and Noah naked. Ha!
Walking back over to his laptop, Kurt was just about to sign off Skype in favor of watching fail videos on YouTube, when he heard a sound. Looking closely down at the screen as he deposited his bowl on the coffee table, he noticed that none other than Noah was trying to video call him. Kurt clicked on the answer button immediately and there on the screen flashed up his boyfriend, clad in an eye catching crimson red Harvard tee shirt. In the background was his dorm room with what looked like a Harvard football helmet on a shelf and beside that, his bed, desk and wardrobe. Bringing his eyes away from the background, Kurt focused on the foreground figure and smiled. He hadn't seen Noah in a week, not since he'd left for Europe. He hadn't been able to wish him luck for his finals before he'd left for college, which made him all the happier to see him now.
"Hey, babe."
"Noah, I was just about to call you but you weren't online. How are you?"
"I'm good. I've just come from my morning run."
"Morning run? You don't look like you've been running."
"I've just showered, but I hardly broke a sweat anyway. I usually do a couple laps of the campus early in the morning when no one's around, but since it's finals week, I have to cut back," informed Noah, Kurt nodding in response as he smiled back at the man on the screen. He didn't what it was but Kurt felt as though there was an awkward tension in the air between him and Noah now. It was strange, yet it seemed to break when Noah continued. "I miss you, Kurt. I wish I could have been there at the airport when you came back. It's what I was looking forward to do ever since you left, it fucking sucks."
"I know, I was looking forward to seeing you to, but the crew wouldn't allow me to catch an earlier flight. I'm sorry," apologized Kurt, as his anger towards his agency grew. If it hadn't been for them, he might have met Noah holding a bouquet at the airport like they did in films. Damn! "I do have some good news though. My things have arrived from my place, and if I just move the laptop... like so... there, you can see all my boxes over there. See? I haven't unpacked a single thing, except this laptop and my toiletries. I know you want to be here when I do the rest, so I'm holding it off until you return."
"That's great, Kurt! I can't believe you remembered that I wanted to do that with you. You're amazing, thanks!" Grinned Noah happily, Kurt turning and adjusting the angle of the laptop so that his boxes in the background were in perfect view. Once he'd settled into position, he kneeled down so that his face was in line with the camera at the top of the screen. It was a personal tick of his when people weren't centered on video calls. It was so annoying. "Damn it babe, I wish I was over there with you. I'm pretty much stuck here doing revision all day. I had my first exam yesterday and the next is tomorrow."
"Oh, I hope it went well. You're always saying how you seem to do well in your assignments and dissertations, so I'm sure you've done good, but that's all I'm saying. I don't want to jinx it for you," smiled Kurt, winking at Noah as his boyfriend sounded a deep chuckle from his chest. It wasn't the same over Skype, but that chuckle would always do something to Kurt's stomach. Like a feather stroking soft fuzz. "Noah, honey, I really want to talk to you, but I'm afraid I'm posing too much of a distraction to what you should be doing. I don't want you to fail any of these exams because of me. I'd feel awful."
"Kurt, baby, if you think that you don't have a presence here in my dorm room then you're wrong. You know those photos I took of you in that Marilyn Monroe tee shirt? I chose my favorite one, blew it up to a huge ass poster size and stuck it on my wall. Wanna see?" Smirked Noah, shifting his own laptop so that the next thing Kurt was seeing was indeed a poster of him, clad in only Marilyn's face and his bare legs, smiling. "Yep, there you are. I pinned it up as soon as I got here. It welcomes me back to this room, keeps my hand busy at night and whenever I look at it, it always makes me think of you."
"Well, it's bound to make you think of me Noah, but don't you think you may have blown it up a little too much? What must your friends think?" Asked Kurt, removing the hand that had been clamped to his mouth out of pure shock. Noah hadn't been kidding when he'd said Kurt would become his pin up boy. He was Noah's Farrah Fawcett, his sex symbol that sent his heart racing, his libido surging and any other emotion bubbling to the surface. As a result, Kurt couldn't help but smile, yet the sheet size of it was a bit much. "I mean, it's the first thing you look at when you enter your room, no?"
"Sure it is, but I don't care what others are going to think. I'm not going to take it down or replace it with some bimbo. Besides, my friends don't care. They've seen it and think you're cute. There's nothing to worry about, baby," smiled Noah reassuringly, returning the laptop to its original position as he looked back at Kurt on the screen. God, he missed him so much. "Anyway, just a couple more days and I'll be able to see you for real, Kurt. Seriously, it's been too long. I feel like a bad boyfriend for leaving you in that penthouse. You must be bored out your mind stewing around in there."
"I only got up an hour ago so I've yet to get bored, Noah. I mean, I have a photoshoot tomorrow, but in the meantime, I had an idea that I could ask Anita to bring out the Puckerman family photo albums. I want to see all your personal pictures from when you were a baby to when you were in high school. I bet you looked so cute as a kindergarten toddler," laughed Kurt, Noah moaning before head banging his forehead onto the desk in embarrassment. Taking pity on the man, Kurt made a deal. "Okay Noah, how about I see your family albums and you in return can see my high school music videos. Fair?"
"You know, I was planning on stealing that DVD whilst we'd unpack your stuff, babe. I know you don't want me to see it but if it's anything like a motion picture version of the pin up poster I have of you, then you'd be my own little porn star here on my laptop," smirked Noah, Kurt rolling his eyes as he hid a smile of his own. This man was quite something wasn't he. "Seriously Kurt, you can't stay in there all day. I know what it's like, it's so fucking boring. I think there's a Butterfly exhibit at the Museum of Natural History you could go check out. Or Coney Island maybe... anything for you to not see those photos."
"I'm seeing them and that's final. I'm not passing up seeing you in diapers for Butterflies. Nope, plus I like it here, Noah. I grew up in a middle class home of average size and design so this is like whole other world to me. It's like one of those super modern apartments you see in the architecture sections of Tumblr," explained Kurt, looking around the living room before bringing his eyes back to the screen. "Plus I'm the one who's been the bad boyfriend. I went flitting off to Europe when I should have been moving in here. We could have unpacked everything before you'd gone to college. Talk about bad timing."
"Don't worry about it, Kurt. Just as long as you're there when I get back and not a sheet of bubble wrap has been touched, everything's good. I want us popping those bubbles together," grinned Noah as Kurt smiled endearingly back. Popping bubble wrap was always something that overtook the actual unwrapping process but he could just imagine it now, him and Noah engaging in a bubble popping battle, followed by both of them making out on yards of it. It was going to be a fun day that day. "So, babe, what's going to happen to your old place. Are you going to sell it or what?"
"Actually, no. I'm subletting it."
"Oh, how come?"
"Well, just in case. You know, if something were to happen."
"Like what?"
"Like if something happens to this penthouse and it goes up in flames, I'll have to move back into my old place until it's repaired, or if something happens to... us, I mean if our relationship were to... end, somehow or another, and me living here no longer works out, I'd have my old place to go back to," explained Kurt, his nerves now raw and electric as he took in the look on Noah's face. It was not a good one. The hypothesis was upsetting the man more and more. "Honey, I'm not saying anything is going to happen to us. I'm sure we'll work out just fine, it's just, I thought it best to do so, just in case."
"It's okay, Kurt. I get it, I get it. You just took me by surprise is all," replied Noah, Kurt observing closely how the man shuffled restlessly in his seat as he used one hand to rub at his forehead. Ever since Bloomingdale's, Noah's jealousy and anxieties about losing Kurt had improved. They were less pronounced, distinct and evident. It seemed the constant streams of reassurance from Kurt had worked, yet what had just been said had not helped in the slightest. "Actually Kurt, speaking of surprises, when I come back, I've got something big planned. It's... kinda important."
"Oh? You going to tell me what it is, or am I going to have to wait?" Smiled Kurt, glad that they'd moved on from what he'd just said in favor of something peaking his curiosity. In response, Noah could only shake his head and the uncomfortable look he had been sporting earlier vanished to be replaced with a shy grin that had Kurt wondering even more. Was his boyfriend going to make a big announcement? Was he planning for another one of their 'championship fuck fests'? Who knew, but it sounded important. "Who's the surprise for? Do you want me to help at all? I can lend a hand with organizing it if you-
"No!" Shouted Noah quickly, Kurt flinching away from the screen as he eyes widened. Well, that had been a reaction he had not been thinking he'd receive. He'd been offering his help and normally he would have been angry at being snubbed in such a rude way but at the look of panic he'd seen in Noah's eyes when he'd shouted, it only seemed to puzzle Kurt. Had Noah even told anyone else about this? Was this that big of a secret? "Fuck, I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't mean to shout at you like that, it's just, it's something I have to do myself. I can't have you helping me when... it's you I'm surprising."
"Me? You're surprising me... oh... I think I know what this is about," sighed Kurt as Noah's eyes widened in horror. "Noah, honey, we've gone through this before. If you're planning on buying me something or rewarding with something I've yet to know off, don't. Please. You need to stop thinking you're inadequate, because trust me, you're not. You're very good to me. You're charming, boyish and tender and I like that. Not to mention you're hot as hell with a body that makes me weak. It's all more than enough, so please, just make sure that the one thing you bring back is you, because I love you, Noah."
"Say that again, Kurt... please."
"I love you, baby."
"Fuck..."
"Noah, are you alright? You seem-"
"I love so much, Kurt. I miss you so fucking much it hurts," gushed Noah, Kurt's heart welling as his boyfriend threw his own out to him. If it weren't for a glass screen and a distance of hundreds of miles, this would have been the moment they'd have entered each other's arms and kissed, because though there were approximately 1,019,729 words in the English language, not a single one of them could be strung up to create a sentence that could describe what both of them felt for each other. Love was only the beginning. "Trust me, I'll be with you as quick as I can once my last exam is over."
"I'll be waiting," cooed Kurt, his lips morphing into a slight pout as his eyelids fluttered lower before looking back at Noah. In those seconds, both of them knew what Kurt was trying to say he also missed but didn't want to say aloud in favor of his body doing the talking. The boy was horny. It was too long since he'd had sex with Noah and he needed him badly. It was alright for his boyfriend, he had a freaking poster of Kurt pinned up on his wall, but what had Kurt to go on? He was sure he'd find something of use if he went rummaging around this place. Something to help that dirty mind of his. "Bye honey."
Winking back at Kurt before throwing him a genuine smile that put across all his love for the boy, Noah waved back at Kurt before the call ended. He leaned back in his chair as he observed the screen where his boy had once been and felt the inevitable heat rush into a certain member down south. Those last few minutes had been fucking hard. He'd seen the lust in Kurt's eyes, the way the boy's body had had let it be known how much he missed him, this time, sexually. Oh, how Noah wished he was over there, kissing Kurt, taking care of his frustrations, carrying him to bed and making him scream. In every short lived relationship he'd had, sex had never been a problem. It had been his speciality and he'd known how to keep his partners satisfied but to have Kurt all alone in that penthouse, horny and in blue ball hell, it was torturous for Noah.
However, the thought of letting Kurt down as an insatiable lover disappeared when he noticed something he'd kept hidden from everyone on his desk. It was an object that now went back to the surprise he had in store for Kurt, the big important surprise that had his heart beating wildly until his rib cage clattered like an internal xylophone, his palms sweating all over the arms of his desk chair but his excitement, thrill and sense of rush soaring higher than it had done on the Kingda Ka. It wasn't an object that was going to satisfy Kurt sexually, but this object was worth so much more. Wiping his palms on his jeans, Noah picked it up and felt it. Even for something of its small size, it weighed quite a number. Blue velvet lined it was. Harry Winston branded. Cushion-cut. A real three carat beauty, and to see it on a porcelain finger. Noah smiled. It was time.
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Author's Note: I've never dined at Nobu, but I have a friend who works as a waitress at the one in London, so I was able to learn all about her experiences from the celebrity customers she's served like William, Lady Gaga, and Matt LeBlanc, to Keira Knightley and Robbie Williams.
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