I feel like this is really late. Apologies. But the chapters with feelings in them are always hard for me to get through, since I don't like making them go through all the feels. However, it is a necessary evil, and I'm trying to get better at it. So, I don't own, please review even if you hate it, and now I'm done! Love- Maya

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Noah stared back at him. "What?" Kurt almost couldn't hear him.

He wrapped his arms around his middle as he let his eyes wander from Noah's. "Yup," he said as flippantly as he could. "I was taken quite by surprise, as one might imagine."

There were a few seconds of silence, and Kurt waited to hear congratulations on "finally getting some" or something as absurd. This was Puck, after all; how could he see someone kissing Kurt, especially when he didn't have to know whom, as anything but a good thing? But then he felt Noah's fingers tighten almost painfully around his. He looked to see Noah's jaw and shoulders locked, his face pale and his eyes hard and focused on Kurt's face. "You didn't want that." He said it so low, it was almost a growl, and it definitely wasn't a question.

Kurt sighed, a little in relief, and shook his head, unable to quite meet his eyes. "No."

"Kurt, come here."

"I am here, you dork."

Noah rolled his eyes and scooted toward him. Kurt leaned away a little, having exactly no clue what was going on, but Noah wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in to rest against his own shoulder. This embrace was a major breach of Code (Bro Code, that is), and Kurt found himself too curious to fight it. "When was this?" Noah asked quietly, as if to avoid scaring Kurt away.

Kurt pursed his lips; why was Noah so anxious to touch him today? "A little before the wedding. Noah, you don't need to, like, cuddle-rape me."

Noah snorted a little, but held Kurt a little closer. "It's not for you, it's for me."

"What?" Kurt looked up into Noah's face (ignoring how close it was) to see him looking blankly at the now-dim TV screen, his jaw still tight, the muscles wrapped around Kurt twitching with tension.

"So I don't go out and beat that guy's ass beyond recognition," Noah clarified.

Kurt chuckled, a little dark even to his own ears. "You don't even know who it is, and like hell I'd tell you."

"Then destroy everything with a dick at our school, just to be sure. Sonuvabitch is in there somewhere. I'd really rather not blow all that energy."

"So, what, you… hold me instead?"

Noah had the stones to chuckle at him, but Kurt didn't feel like getting his hackles up. "It makes you feel a little better. Don't lie," he cut off Kurt's oncoming protest, "I can tell. You were tense as the guy who dropped the soap, and now I can feel your body relaxing."

Kurt frowned and shifted awkwardly. "Quit feeling my body doing things," he muttered, fighting his blush.

"It's okay." Noah's breath stirred Kurt's hair a little. "I feel better, too." He went thoughtfully silent after that, and Kurt settled uneasily against Noah's body. He had only just gotten more or less used to the hugging thing; now he had to be prepared for impromptu full-on snuggles as well? He wasn't sure he could handle that.

"Hey, Kurt."

Noah's voice pulled him from his borderline-panicky thoughts. "What?"

"Was he your first kiss?"

When Kurt snapped his head up, the back of it landed on Noah's shoulder as he stared up at him with wide eyes. "I beg your pardon, but what does that have to do with anything?"

The arm around Kurt tightened. "It was, wasn't it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, sitting up straight and interlacing his fingers over his knee. "Well, can you think of anyone who would kiss me?"

Noah was momentarily quiet again, holding him just a little bit tighter. "Was it good, at least?"

Kurt sighed. "I don't even remember; I was too shocked. I can't imagine it was, though." He let his head fall back onto Noah's shoulder, knowing Noah wouldn't mind and needing the comfort. "It was rushed and sudden. Hard." He chuckled darkly. "Isn't that awful?"

Noah sighed and resituated himself around Kurt, so that his legs were on either side of Kurt's and Kurt's back was pressed to his chest, Noah's arms wrapped loosely around Kurt's shoulders. He was really, excessively cuddly today, and while Kurt liked it despite himself—it comforted him and gave him some of the skinship he lacked in his day-to-day life—it was somewhat confusing. "Yeah, it's awful," Noah agreed into Kurt's hair, "because you deserve better than that."

Kurt looked up into Noah's face (which, again, was way too close) with a furrowed brow to see Noah staring sadly down at him. This was all getting far too romantic for Kurt to deal with. "Why are you so touchy-feely today?" Maybe if he called him out on it, it would stop and Kurt could regroup.

But Noah just pouted at him. "Because it's my turn."

"There's a turn system?" Kurt blinked up at him. "To what?"

"Adam was all up in your bubble again today. It's my turn."

Kurt rolled his eyes; it wasn't like anyone was around to see, so he let it go. "Jealous mess," he muttered.

"Hot mess, thank you very much." With that, Noah picked up his controller again, leaving Kurt in the cradle of his arms and legs. Kurt sighed and followed suit, subsequently continuing to own Noah's ass. If Noah wanted him so close, for whatever nonsensical reason, he wasn't going to fight it anymore.