Catalyst

Chapter 26

By Dani J.

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have decided to just be friends and the dapper boy realized he really missed Dalton Academy so he's gone back. No Klaine-bashing is intended, it just wouldn't have worked for this fic. However, Kurt has an admirer in a new kid… and Puck isn't happy at all but doesn't seem willing to step up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever. Blame RM and company for this unfairly attractive and addictive group of characters. Well, except for my cute, original character, Kristopher.

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Last chapter: Puck groaned and let Kurt plunder his mouth; damn, Kurt was hot when he was in charge!

They kissed and rubbed against each other, hands finding flesh as they moved their clothes aside. Finally Kurt tore himself away, his lips already plump and red and Puck leaned forward to kiss them again.

"Uh-uh," Kurt admonished playfully as he moved out of his reach. He however, slid his hand down Noah's arm caressingly until he reached his hand and then tugged him towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. "Good things come to those who wait, haven't you heard?"

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Puck was sure that if he tried to answer he'd probably sound like the cavemen that Kurt had often accused him of being so he satisfied himself by nodding stupidly. Kurt's giggles were the sweetest thing and in the midst of all the lust roaring through his body, Puck had room to acknowledge the love in there as well.

Kurt, for his part, was looking forward to their finally coming together and as they reached the bottom of the stairs, he let go of Puck's hand. He moved farther into his bedroom, already beginning to undress and he called over his shoulder, "Don't just stand there, Noah, get naked!"

Noah made a soft, inarticulate sound but did as he was bid, as quickly as he could, toeing off his trainers and glad for the fact that he hadn't worn socks. He hopped on one foot, trying to get rid of his clothes while trying to take in every inch of Kurt's beautiful, pale, smooth-skinned body.

He almost fell when Kurt slid his jeans down his long, muscular legs, bending forward to hold onto the edge of his vanity as he tugged the encasing material over one foot. Puck heard him swearing never to wear tight jeans again but he knew that would never happen.

He actually finished undressing before Kurt did but he stood where he was, waiting for Kurt to finish. He could feel how hard he was but he didn't spare a look down at himself; all his attention was focused on the naked, sexy boy before him.

Kurt glanced up after finally wrestling off the stubborn material and smiled as his eyes took in all of Puck's naked, magnificent form for the first time. He said nothing but reached his hand out to the other boy, a soft look in his glowing eyes.

"Come, let's get in the shower," and he led Noah into the huge en suite bathroom, closing the door behind them and shutting out the world… at least for now.

Never had the possibility of a shower been more fraught with potential and Noah ignored the way his cock twitched and bobbed as he followed Kurt obediently.

Warm, soapy water. Hands stroking. Beads of fresh, sparkling water. The soft shush of movement. Spiky eyelashes fluttering up at him... Then… warm… wet... suction.

Puck let his head fall back against the wall of the shower as he struggled to keep from grabbing onto Kurt's thick hair. He locked his legs in place and closed his eyes tightly, knowing he wouldn't last long if he looked down at what Kurt was doing.

His gritted his teeth as he concentrated on not thrusting deep into that hot, wet space that was Kurt's wicked mouth.

Suddenly, though, the wet warmth was gone and he couldn't hold back the whine as he raised his head and then dropped his chin to look down at the boy kneeling before him. "What_?!"

Kurt rose in one smooth motion and then smirked at Noah's bewildered face, licking his plump, wet, pink lips.

"I think we can move on to the next stage of this plan, don't you?" Kurt held back a chuckle at the pout that was both adorable and sexy on his boyfriend's tanned face. He reached over and turned the taps off, shaking his head and watching beads of water flick from his hair and onto Noah's skin.

Large hands grabbed him before he could step out of the tub, however, and he let out a little "eep!" as his body collided with Noah's. "Noah Puckerman!"

His lips were caught in a deep, sucking kiss and he could do nothing but give in to the hungry demand, not minding at all, as Noah was one hell of a kisser.

Gradually the kiss eased off and Noah stared down at Kurt's dazed, heavy-lidded eyes with a satisfied air. He loved watching the color come and go in the fair-skinned boy's face, and he could feel that Kurt was just as aroused as he was. Payback, anyone?

Kurt pretended to huff in annoyance as he moved away from Noah's insistent hands and he grabbed a towel to hand to the buff teen before wrapping himself in his. "Oh, come out of there and stop looking so smug!"

Noah chuckled and followed the imperious boy, loving his sexy, straight-backed strut as they left the steamy bathroom and headed towards the huge bed. He didn't bother to dry off completely; they would just be getting sweaty in a little while, anyway, but he did appreciate having a chance to wash off before they started anything serious. He had to admit he was pretty curious as to what Kurt had in mind. Would they go all the way, or would Kurt want to wait?

Kurt could feel Noah's heated stare on him and he smiled to himself. Having Noah for a boyfriend was an incredible ego boost. He was unfortunately all too aware of Noah's reputation as a stud; who wouldn't be, as both the jocks and the Cheerios took such great pleasure in bandying his exploits about. They seemed to live vicariously through the rather sexually adventurous teen and Kurt wasn't too proud to admit that it felt good to have someone like Puck panting after him.

Call him shallow but getting him away from someone like Santana – and keeping him – was a serious coup. Honestly, though, Noah was a well of deep water with depths that Kurt was more than willing to plumb. Noah was not just a sexy body; he had turned out to be surprisingly sensitive… and that definitely upped his hotness factor for Kurt.

Now, though, he stopped a foot away from the side of his bed and reached for his bedside drawer. He glanced over his shoulder at Noah and with a little smile that drew out his dimple, he indicated that the other boy should get on the bed.

Noah practically leapt onto the bed, discarding the towel with a "Now that's what I'm talking about!" and bounced as he landed in the middle of the bed.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he removed the objects that he required and placed them on top of the bedside table. He waited for Noah to settle down, sprawled like a great cat in the middle of the bed, and then dropped his towel.

Kurt used to be painfully self-conscious about his body. Years of people looking strangely at you will do that. Now, though, he was more than glad for the late growth spurt that saw him sprouting up an unexpected five inches over one Christmas. Along with that, his shoulders had broadened somewhat, but he still had slightly feminine hips below a narrow waist; despite Coach Sylvester's cruel taunts (calling him pear-shaped in an effort to get him to lose weight) there was nothing he could do about that. Years of dancing and Cheerios training had given him long, smooth, nicely-toned muscles and he knew he looked good.

He was more than gratified at the way Noah's eyes widened fractionally as he took in all of Kurt's pale-skinned beauty. Kurt's eyes dipped to Noah's thick, blood-darkened organ, which twitched as he watched, and he smiled as he climbed up onto the bed beside the other boy.

"Kurt," Noah murmured as he reached a hand out to run down Kurt's smooth, silky-skinned flank.

"Noah." Kurt's voice was husky and a little lower than Noah was used to and so freaking sexy.

Noah tugged on one slender wrist and pulled Kurt onto him, groaning into the sweet mouth as Kurt settled on top of him. His hands went to the tight, round globes of Kurt's ass and he thrust up, gasping as Kurt counter moved down onto him.

The kiss grew heated, hungry and less than civil as both boys battled for dominance. Kurt didn't really want to dominate Noah but it was such fun to try. Eventually he let Noah win and sucked the larger boy's tongue into his mouth.

Noah rolled them over, settling Kurt beneath him but making certain not to rest all of his weight on the slender body. One hand wandered fitfully all up and down Kurt's delicious body, reveling in the satiny skin, and then finally rested on Kurt's cock, squeezing it gently and then pumping up and down, beads of pre-cum slicking the way. He loved the sounds that Kurt was making and he felt himself grow even harder as Kurt writhed beneath him.

He moved down the elegant neck to the sweet collarbones, kissing them and nibbling even as he continued to pump Kurt. When he moved to a tight little nipple and sucked it into his mouth, the sound that left Kurt made him groan against the damp flesh. If he wasn't careful, everything would be over and done before they even got started!

He eased back away from the tempting flesh and looked up at Kurt whose eyes were shut tight, one hand grasping the sheets desperately while the other stroked over Noah's head. His heart swelled at the sight and he was grateful that it was he who was here and not the other guy.

When Kurt realized that Noah hadn't moved in a while, he opened his eyes, puzzled. He watched Noah watching him and smiled softly. He let go of Noah's head and without looking, reached over with one hand to the bedside table and picked up the objects he'd put there.

Noah looked at the things, noticing for the first time that they were condoms and a tube of lube. He let go of Kurt's cock and took them from him. He looked a question at Kurt who nodded, biting down on his plump bottom lip, and then tore one of the condom packets open.

Next he opened the lube – and damn, if his hand wasn't shaking – and squeezed a generous dollop onto two of his fingers. Placing the tube on the bed, he looked down at Kurt's body; the slender singer had lifted his legs so that his feet were flat on the bed and Noah took a deep breath. He knew that Kurt wasn't a virgin but he would die if he hurt this boy whom he loved so much.

"It's okay, babe, go ahead," Kurt murmured, having sensed Noah's nervousness. He grinned reassuringly at the jock and then widened his legs further. He almost chuckled as he saw Noah swallow but then he held his breath as first one large, slick finger then the other breached him gently. "I'm not going to break, you know."

Noah huffed out a breath and then relaxed as Kurt's body took his two fingers without too much resistance. God! It was so hot and smooth inside! He closed his eyes as he moved his fingers in and out steadily, and then he withdrew to add more lube, and another finger.

Kurt rode the fingers hungrily, fighting to keep his breath steady as he imagined how much bigger Noah would be than his fingers. The feeling that roiled and curled through his stomach threatened to take his breath away and he groaned softly when Noah brushed that special spot inside.

"Yesss!" His soft hiss brought Noah's gaze up to tangle with his and they stared heatedly at each other as Kurt fought to keep his hips on the bed.

"One more," Noah murmured, his breath hitching and he did just that, adding one more finger, just to be safe. Finally, when both boys felt they were barely hanging on by a thread, he sat back on his heels to slick up his condom-covered prick, closing his eyes at the feel of his own hand on himself.

"Noah, Noah," Kurt all but chanted, and Noah lined himself up with the small, pink entrance and slid in, just the tip – and waited.

Taking a deep breath as he watched Kurt's eyelashes flutter down, he slid inside completely, forcefully, and groaned deep in the back of his throat as he bottomed out.

Kurt cried out, his hands flying up to grasp Noah's shoulders and his hips lunging up to get even closer.

"Oh, God!"

Which of them cried out was not important because they were both swamped with the feeling of tightness, heat, luscious smoothness – and Kurt's eyes almost rolled back in his head.

Noah panted as he stayed still for a few seconds before withdrawing and then repeating everything. He stared at Kurt's face, loving the look of ecstasy and the way he bit down on his plump bottom lip. He made a little annoyed sound and when Kurt looked back at him, he licked the abused lip and then kissed him.

That seemed like a signal because Kurt opened up to him in every way and Noah found himself deep in a vortex of feelings that threatened to swamp him. He plunged into the warm, willing, writhing body beneath him, unaware that he was saying Kurt's name over and over.

Kurt clung to him, holding on for the ride of his life. There was no way he had ever been fucked like this before… he would have remembered! He cried out as Noah's cock brushed against his prostate with every lunge and he felt his whole body tighten as he started the unavoidable slide towards whiteout.

Noah gathered Kurt to him, lifting the slimmer boy up onto his burning thighs, Kurt's legs wrapped about his hips, and he plunged over and over, Kurt clinging to him tightly in every way.

"I love you," he whispered into a flushed ear and tightened his grip on Kurt as he felt the other boy shudder. Then… there was wet heat spilling between them and Kurt sobbing in his ear, "Yes!"

Noah eased him down back onto the bed and, moving the long, toned legs up to his shoulder, he drove in once, twice and then felt his heart stutter as he sank in one last time, filling the condom and grinding against Kurt's firm ass. "Love you…"

Years later it seemed, he eased Kurt's legs down, one large hand rubbing at the tight thigh muscles as he helped Kurt straighten out. Then it was his turn to collapse, panting, and easing to one side so as not to squash Kurt. Their hands never left each other, roving and caressing as they laid there in silence, trying to catch their breath with deep gulps of air.

Kurt turned his head and stared at Noah, a soft, sated smile wreathing his swollen lips. He eased one hand down, slipped the used condom off the other boy and dealt with it before turning back to snuggle.

Noah loved that drowsy look in Kurt's beautiful eyes and if it was possible to capture that look in a painting, he would commission the greatest artist to do it. He chuckled at his own fancifulness and when Kurt looked at him, one eyebrow raised, he shook his head.

"You're beautiful, you know," he said, almost shy at saying the sappy words.

Kurt, however, blushed at the look on Noah's face and he rolled towards him to lay a soft kiss on his lips.

"Nah, I'm nothing compared to you, sweetie," he murmured, tracing one of Noah's eyebrows with a long, pale finger. "You manage to have both girls and guys panting after you."

Noah tugged him even closer with one hand, allowing said hand to wander down Kurt's curvy hip. "Only one guy – as far as I know… or care," he replied, smiling at the way Kurt stared into his eyes.

Now he knew why lovers always stared at each other so deeply. It was as if the whole universe was in Kurt's eyes and from the way the other boy was staring back, he felt the same way, too. A deep feeling of satisfaction that had nothing to do with their recent orgasm welled up in him and he smiled.

"Hmmm," Kurt chuckled, "you look like a very well-fed cat when you smile like that."

Noah hummed and then dropped a little kiss on the tip of Kurt's pointy nose. "Mmmm, I feel well-fed, too. That was amazing, Kurt."

Kurt leaned back slightly and studied his face a little too seriously for Noah's liking. "Really, even after your vast experience?"

Noah could have been offended by that 'vast' but he sensed a touch of insecurity in the question and he pulled Kurt back to him.

Nodding, he said softly, "Yes, because I've never been in love before."

Sudden tears clung to Kurt's lashes but he smiled, a little tremulously, before burying his head against Noah's chest. He slung an arm across the large body, snuggling into its warmth and said softly, "I think that's the best thing anyone's ever said to me."

Noah nuzzled his hair and let one hand smooth down the long back. "I'm not good at words but I promise I'll always tell you the truth, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, feeling too emotional to say anything… and Noah understood.

They dozed off after that, both boys uncaring of their messy state and simply reveling in finally taking that step. If they woke up nearly an hour later to take that step again… well, who was counting?

"Kurt? What the_?! What's going on here!"

Kurt and Noah leapt up, the sheets happily hiding their unclothed state, and stared at Burt Hummel incredulously.

"Dad!"

Kurt stared, horrified, at his father whose face was so red, Kurt couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry for his heart. Beside him he heard Noah groan quietly and moved a consoling hand to his knee even as he waited for his dad's explosion.

"Don't 'dad' me, boy! You know what? Get dressed and get upstairs, both of you. We need to have ourselves a little talk." Burt stomped back up the stairs and paused to add, "About what's appropriate in this house!"

Kurt groaned and flung himself back on the bed. Puck stared at the door for seconds longer and turned to look back at his boyfriend who had one arm slung across his face and was muttering to himself.

"Uhm, didn't you lock that door?" His voice didn't come out in the usual Puckerman badass, 'don't fuck with me' way. Instead, he sounded scared and he wasn't afraid to admit that regular Burt Hummel scared him, much less furious Burt Hummel.

Kurt moved his arm to glare at him. "I don't know, maybe I did and maybe I didn't. I was kind of in a hurry!"

They stared at each other, one angry and one scared, until suddenly they were both grinning… and then chuckling. Kurt shook his head, smoothed one hand down Noah's arm in a soft caress and then he sat up.

"Come on, let's get a quick shower and then get upstairs before he comes back down. That would not be pretty."

Puck nodded at his boyfriend's words and whipped off the sheet to stumble after him into the en suite. This shower was nothing like the one they'd had hours earlier. Oh, God, how long had they been in bed? He looked around the room but couldn't tell as the bathroom had no windows. He remembered the room had been a little dim but, admittedly, his mind had been full of one angry papa bear glaring down at him in his naked state.

"What time do you think it is," he ventured timidly, glad that the glare Kurt threw at him wasn't actually meant for him.

"Hmmm, I guess it's after 6 or something. That's why he's home already," Kurt muttered, stepping out of the tub and stalking away to his closet, drying off with his towel as he went. Puck watched him leave and sighed; it was just his luck that the memory of his first time with Kurt would be ruined by getting mauled by Burt Hummel.

When they were finally dressed, Kurt in a stunning blue top that hung loosely over his butt which was enticingly clad in jeans shorts, they made their way reluctantly upstairs.

They found Burt sitting in the family room, staring a hole through the blank TV, and they took their seats without saying a word. After a lengthy, taut silence, Burt sighed and looked over at them.

He wasn't angry so much as … okay, he was pissed off. He knew Kurt had probably been active with that first kid, Blaine, but somehow, seeing him down there, wrapped up in Puckerman's arms like that… Ugh, it was a bit much to get his brain around. He knew, on a certain level, that Kurt was not a little boy anymore; however, he didn't want it thrown in his face that his son was actually sexually active.

"Okay, look," he began, suppressing a sigh at the way the boys – damn, young men now – clutched at each other's hands. They probably weren't aware they were doing it and it made him feel like he was coming off as some ogre. "You kids are old enough to know what you're doing, I guess, but_"

"Dad," Kurt interrupted softly, "no disrespect but, we're hardly kids anymore."

Burt looked at him, inwardly acknowledging that he'd just been thinking that, and he nodded. "Yeah, I get that but, look at it from my point of view, huh?" He leaned forward and clasped his hands between his knees. "I don't have anything against you, Noah; yeah, your reputation is that of a skirt-chaser but you seem to genuinely care for my boy."

He looked up just in time to see Kurt rolling his eyes but he ignored it and continued. "When you have kids yourselves, you'll understand where I'm coming from. That's a fact."

He watched the color come up in Kurt's face and the sheepish expression on Noah's. "I remember what it was like at your age and, believe me, I got this same talk from my dad. I just don't…" he sighed again. "I want you kids to respect each other, okay? Don't let this be just about the…ugh, the sex."

It was his turn to turn red. He didn't know if he was having such a hard time because it was just plain embarrassing talking to your kid about sex after you'd caught him in bed with a lover, or if it was the whole gay thing. He really didn't know and he wished he could just take the coward's way out and avoid the topic, but he felt he really needed to address this.

Kurt glanced at Noah and then back at his dad. He could see the other man was struggling and decided to give him a break.

"Dad, this isn't just physical, between me and Noah. I would hope you'd know me well enough by now?" His voice was soft, maybe a little reproachful and he felt Noah give his hand a squeeze in quiet support. The other boy hadn't said anything yet and Kurt didn't know if it was because he was just plain scared of Burt or thought it was between him and his dad. Either way, Kurt was going to clear things up, once and for all, with his father.

When Burt gave a little nod, he continued. "I know Noah loves me as much as I know you love me, dad. Different ways but I feel that same way; protected, safe, warm." He looked pleadingly at his dad and turned to look at his boyfriend with a little smile. "Noah has been nothing but respectful of me… and after dealing with Blaine who, frankly, was more into himself than me, and then Kris, who turned out to be a great big fraud, I know Noah is the genuine thing."

He looked at his dad who was staring at him with wide eyes. Kurt thought maybe it was the part about Kris that had startled him, but he smiled now, big and bright at the older man. "I love Noah, daddy, it's just as simple as that."

He felt Noah's hand jerk in his and he tightened his grip. He let loose a little giggle at the identical stunned look on the others' faces and leaned back against Noah contentedly.

Burt watched them a bit and then sighed before letting a smile curve his lips. Yeah, he could see the glow surrounding his boy and he had to admit, he had not seen that before and it made him relax.

He watched as Puckerman pressed a kiss against Kurt's cheek, and the way Kurt colored at that made Burt's heart swell. Yeah, the boys were in love and there was nothing he could do about it. Honestly, he was just glad that Kurt was happy. The shock of seeing them wrapped up so intimately downstairs was waning and he clapped his hands on his knees, breaking them apart and he stood up.

He held out his hand to Puckerman who got up and took it slowly. "Well, Puckerman, you know the deal," he said in a faux-grumpy manner. "I have a shotgun and I know how to use it."

"Da-ad!"

Kurt's supposed outrage at Burt's pronouncement was undermined by the giggles streaming from the slender boy. The other men looked over at him and smiled unconsciously before Kurt got up and hugged his dad tightly.

"Thank you, daddy," Kurt whispered and Puck smiled wider, loving that Kurt and Burt had such a close relationship. When Kurt eased back, Burt, surprisingly pulled Noah into a tight, brief hug. Noah was startled to say the least and he looked over Burt's shoulder at Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt simply giggled at him.

When they stepped apart, Burt turned to Kurt with an eyebrow raised exactly as Kurt would have done it. "So, what about dinner? I'm starved!"

Kurt stared at him, looked at Noah who was looking at him like a hopeful puppy, and then threw his hands up in the air. He stalked away towards the kitchen, muttering all the way and ignoring the light chuckles behind him.

Marching into the kitchen, he let the little smile take over his face and sighed in relief. Damn, that went a lot easier than he'd expected, and he grabbed the Chinese takeaway menu from the magnet on the fridge and flicked through it.

"Is Chinese okay?" His yell could have been heard clear down to his basement and he grinned when Noah came bounding into the kitchen.

Carole was pulling a double shift – a friend had had an emergency – and Finn was over at Rachel's so it was just the three of them for dinner. Over Chinese food and laughter, Kurt told his dad about Noah's sneaky move that day. His proud gaze more than anything convinced Burt that the kids were going to be okay.

Noah, aware that Burt was still observing them, basked in the warmth of Kurt's regard. Finally, unable to stop himself, he reached up and took Kurt's unoccupied hand and held it throughout the rest of dinner. Burt might have flicked one eyebrow at him but he was done denying anything. Kurt was his boyfriend and if he couldn't man up in front of his dad, he didn't deserve him. Simple as that.

Kurt, sensitive to the faint undercurrents beneath the laughter and chatter, smiled inwardly. Noah was turning out to have layers to him that more than pleased him and he admitted to himself that he had dodged a bullet where Kristopher Marshall was concerned. Humming with a satisfaction that went deeper than the delicious food provided, Kurt's lips curved into that special smile that Puck so loved.

Life was good.

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TBC

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A/N: Up next, the epilogue. Hope you folks have enjoyed this little trip into my Glee-verse.

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