Sorry for the wait guys! This one's a tad longer than the other's and still not happy with the smut, but oh, well. Here it is; Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: The Big 'A'

As Kurt pulled up outside Noah's house, he felt the butterflies begin to flutter around in the pit of his stomach. This is a big step, Kurt, he told himself, but you can take solace in the fact that Noah is an honorary virgin in this aspect... At least with guys...

Sighing, he checked his hair in his rear view mirror one last time before stepping out of his baby and confidently striding up the driveway. Overall, he did feel pretty confident; people lost their virginity all the time after all. Besides, he knew that he looked good. He was wearing his tightest of skinny jeans which hugged his ass and thighs beautifully, accessorised with a black leather belt, mid-calf high boots, leather of course – not the easiest thing to find in his size – and a cream knitted jumper that had a tendency to slip of one pale shoulder. His clothes had always provided a security blanket and today would be no different.

After brushing imaginary lint off his clothes he summoned the courage to raise his fist and gently tap on the door.

Noah was in a pickle. He didn't know what Kurt was expecting – well, other than the obvious – but he knew that Kurt was a romantic and he felt that he should go that extra mile to make Kurt feel as though he had made the right decision and to make himself feel worthy of the gift he was being given.

With this in mind, he had spent hours tidying the house after the departure of his Ma and Lily to his Nana's in Columbus. He had cleaned the house from top to toe, from his bedroom to the kitchen, and made sure that Kurt would feel relaxed as possible. He'd even gone as far as to invest a little money in flowers and in making dinner seeing as it was about four in the afternoon, he figured that Kurt may not have eaten yet – or at least that was how he justified himself.

He had managed to shower and find clean clothes to change into. A pair of old jeans, faded in all the right places and that clung flatteringly to his ass and a tank top, over which he had put a short sleeved button up, leaving all the buttons undone.

He was just giving himself a onceover in his mother's full length mirror – I look hawwwt – when the doorbell rang and he smiled. Kurt was here.

Running a hand over his Mohawk, he went downstairs to let the countertenor in, grabbing the bouquet of half a dozen coral roses. He had asked the florist for a bunch of flowers that would mean 'I want you' or something similar. Apparently his end choice had meant something like 'I desire you and want you to remember me' which, after briefly thinking it over, Puck had decided was pretty much what he wanted to convey.

Before he opened the door he took a steadying breath and smiled as he thought of all the effort he had put in.

"Do you know how long it took you to open the damn door?" Was the first thing Hummel asked, playfully glaring at the taller boy. Noah knew his mouth was open, but Kurt looked absolutely stunning, all pale skinned and nervous.

"Nice to see you, too, Kurt," He smirked, stepping aside to allow him entry.

Although the two of them had been messing around for quite sometime, Kurt hadn't been over to Noah's for more than a handful of times and the only places he knew where Noah's room and the upstairs bathroom. As a conditioned reflex, he immediately headed for the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Noah asked, amusement lacing his voice and Kurt turned to tell him that he was heading to the bedroom when his eyes caught sight of the bouquet in his hand, held to his muscular chest. "These are for you." Puck mumbled, his face heating up, "And if you follow me, I'll get dinner ready."

Kurt was speechless. He had expected tonight's events to be almost like a business deal. Go to Noah's, go upstairs, lose virginity, leave... But once again, Noah was just full of surprises as he gently led Kurt into the kitchen and moved him to sit down at one of the counters, handing him the flowers as he did so.

"On the menu tonight, we have; grilled chicken with rice and peas – I know you like to be healthy – however for desert we have a sinful lemon cheesecake." He grinned at the still-shell-shocked Kurt.

Kurt cleared his throat, "That's lovely, Noah, but you really didn't have to do this." He murmured, running his lean fingers softly over the rose's petals, "I'd already made up my mind to... you know..."

Noah crossed the small kitchen to where Kurt was sitting, looking somewhat lost in this situation. He smiled gently and caressed Kurt's soft cheek, forcing him to lock gazes with the larger boy. "I know," he said softly, "but I know how much this means to you and I wanna do it right." Kurt smiled gingerly up at him, "So, let's eat, Kurt."

"Okay." Kurt said quietly, a blush painting his pale skin.

Dinner went by without much fuss after that. Kurt was truly surprised at Noah's insight and even more shocked by his cooking skills. Alright, the food was simple enough, but just the fact that he had made it without burning it or the house down was enough to impress the countertenor. The last time Finn had cooked, Kurt was forced to redecorate the kitchen. The chicken was just right and the rice wasn't undercooked. The cheesecake was absolutely divine and Kurt had moaned appreciatively as the first mouthful had touched his taste buds. Noah had noted with no small amount of smugness that it was the same noise Kurt made when he would swallow Puck's seed and he felt himself harden underneath the counter.

On impulse, Noah scooped up some of his own cheesecake and reached it across the table to hover before Kurt's sumptuous lips. Kurt regarded him curiously for a moment but leant forward to take the dessert, tongue wrapping around the fork and eyes closing as he savoured the treat. Noah's breath quickened as Kurt reciprocated and offered some of his cheesecake to Noah. And it continued, with a few scattered laughs as one or the other would end up with the treat smeared across their mouth or chin.

Then, before either of them really knew how it happened, they were leaning across the counter top to kiss one another. Noah's hand wandered over to take Kurt's own, slender one, lacing their fingers together as his other hand grasped at the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him closer. Kurt moaned and Puck thought it was time to take this to the bedroom.

Pulling away he stood and moved around to stand in front of the now blushing countertenor, running his calloused thumb over the back of Kurt's supple hand. Kurt looked down at their hands, swallowing audibly. He was nervous.

"Come on." Puck murmured softly, not wanting to startle the boy in front of him, "Let's go upstairs."

Kurt nodded and his grip on Noah's hand tightened just a little as they meandered up the stairs, each wrapped in their own thoughts.

Noah was just hoping that everything was going to go according to plan. In his room he had set up numerous candles that he had to light but he thought that it would give the romantic setting that Kurt needed.

Kurt was wondering if this was the right decision. But he knew he trusted Puck – a frightening revelation considering the boy was once his bully – and that he was, at this point, thinking with his heart. And his heart was certain that Noah was the one it wanted.

Noah stopped them outside the door to his room, turning to hold Kurt's flushed face in his hands. "Close your eyes." He whispered. Kurt eyed him suspiciously for a moment, but did as he was asked. Noah kissed him chastely on the lips before opening the door and leading the smaller boy inside. Swiftly he went about the room and lit the candles.

"What are you doing?" Kurt muttered, "Tidying up your man-crap?"

Noah chuckled, moving back to the countertenor and brushing a hand tenderly through Kurt's immaculate hair. Instead of the screeching objection he was expecting Kurt leaned into the caress with a nervous smile. Noah lowered his head and kissed the smaller boy gently before murmuring against plump lips, "Open your eyes, babe."

Blue-grey eyes locked onto hazel briefly before scoping around the room. Kurt's breath hitched. The floor was clear of debris – a much welcomed change – the bed had been changed and the ratty sheets, that Kurt had grown accustomed to, had been changed to a brand-new dark cotton blend. Then there were the candles, gently bathing the room in a seductive glow and bringing forth a romantic feel.

"Oh, Noah..." He croaked, his hands coming up to cover his mouth with shock.

Puck dragged a hand over the back of his own neck, looking down a little embarrassed, "Well, yeah... Like I said earlier; I, uh, I know how important this is to you and I want to do it right... even if that means losing some of my badassness." Suddenly, he had an armful of Kurt who had launched himself at Noah in gratitude and wobbly emotion.

"Thank you, Noah..." He whispered, his voice shaking with nervousness and a few happy tears. He wrapped his arms around Puck's neck and kissed him passionately, one hand scratching in between broad shoulders. Noah kissed the smaller boy back, allowing his own hands to run up and down the slender body shivering anxiously in his arms, before grabbing at the backs of Kurt's muscular thighs.

"Wrap them 'round me." He muttered between kisses and as the smaller boy did so, he made their way to the bed, gently laying Kurt down upon the duvet. They kissed leisurely, hands gently exploring one another until Kurt, with shaking hands, began to slide Noah's shirt off his shoulders, fingertips lingering on the skin of his impressive arms. Noah shrugged it off the rest of the way and rose to his knees to remove his undershirt, Kurt's blue eyes raked approvingly over his tanned and muscular torso as his pale cheeks flushed daintily.

Noah allowed his hands to brush along Kurt's jaw as he softly kissed him before letting his them wander to the hem of Kurt's sweater to push it up his slender belly to rest, bunched up beneath his chin. Kurt's own fingers clenched themselves in the sheets and Noah kissed and nipped down the countertenor's jaw line to bite into his tantalizing collarbone, sucking a mark into existence there. Kurt writhed upwards and gripped Noah to his chest, hips thrusting forwards as he tried to gain friction.

"Noah..." He moaned as the larger boy lapped at a rosy nipple. Puck chuckled airily, huffing warm air against the pale canvas in front of him. Kurt grabbed impatiently at Noah's head before slipping his hands down the footballer's chest and playing with his dusky nipple in return.

Puck moaned and sucked another hickey into Kurt's skin. The countertenor panted and wriggled his hands down Puck's abs to toy with the waistband of his jeans before popping the button.

Noah pulled away and looked up into misty blue eyes, "Wait a minute, Kurt." He smiled reassuringly when Kurt's face became concerned. "I want to see you." He whispered, tugging on Kurt's clothes.

"Don't you dare throw them on the floor, Noah..." Kurt growled as he sat up and removed his knitted jumper completely, sinking back down to his elbows as Puck unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the belt-loops and unzipped the skinny jeans attached to Kurt's shapely legs. Looking up into Kurt's face, he chuckled and fingerwalked down his thigh before gripping the zip to Kurt's boots – they're definitely 'fuck me' boots – slowly he pulled the zippers down, watching as Kurt's eyes darkened with a lust well known to Puck by now.

Once the boots were removed, Noah seductively pulled off Kurt's black socks, lightly tickling the soles of his feet causing Kurt to giggle, before returning to the removal of skin-tight jeans, the slightly rough material dragging over Kurt's smooth skin. His slim erection was tenting his black boxers and Noah actually felt his mouth water a little at the thought of wrapping his mouth around it.

He looked up into Kurt's face, silently asking permission as he hooked calloused fingers into the waistband of the countertenor's underpants. In response, Kurt lightly stroked Puck's cheek and smiled. Keeping eye contact – I'm pretty sure I could drown in those eyes – the larger boy slid the obtrusive material off and within seconds had his lips encircling Kurt's cock. This wasn't new territory and Kurt was comfortable with it, his head flying back as his hands gripped at Noah's head and his thighs clenched, forcing him closer.

Then Kurt returned his gaze to Noah's, drinking in the sight he made. Full, pouting lips wrapped firmly around him a little red and slick with spit, cheeks hollowed as he sucked earnestly and hazel eyes staring up at the boy with an intensity that made Kurt shudder with delight and grasp the sparse hairs at the nape of Noah's neck.

"So good..." He moaned as Noah reached up to his bedside drawer to grab the tube of lube he knew was residing there as well as a couple of condoms and place them at Kurt's side.

Pulling off Kurt's dick, he pumped the length a few times as he pressed butterfly kisses into a sharp hipbone. "You sure about this, babe?" He murmured against smooth skin, rubbing the very tip of his nose there for a second. Kurt looked down at him as he, himself, reached for the lube beside him and passed it to Puck, before laying back.

"More sure than I've felt about anything, Noah."

"If you want to stop at anytime, just say the word." Noah said, running his thumb comfortingly across Kurt's hip as he took the lube and applied it to his fingers expertly. Kurt nodded minutely then gasped, throwing his head back and gripping the sheets, as the first finger breached his virgin entrance. "You've never done this before?" Kurt shook his head fervently and Noah felt his heart swell with something akin to pride. I'm the first one... ever... he hasn't even...

He took Kurt into his mouth again and suckled softly to distract from the second finger dipping into his entrance, sliding deep and curling to press insistently against Kurt's prostate causing the smaller boy to arch off the bed, panting. "Oh my Gaga, Noah!"

"Good?" Noah asked, smirking up at his soon-to-be lover. Kurt smiled down at him and spread his legs further apart.

"More, Noah. I need more."

Puck stared up at the smaller boy, the boy he had bullied, lying open and wanting on his bed and felt his mouth go dry. If I'd known he was gonna be this hot, I woulda tried this a lot sooner, slowly he raised himself up to kiss Kurt passionately, pouring everything into it until he felt as exposed as the boy beneath him.

As Kurt began to writhe and keen, Noah swiftly added a third and final finger to the countertenor's hole ruthlessly abusing his prostate until he was hesitantly pressing himself back onto those magic digits. Noah moaned into Kurt's mouth at his eagerness and pressed a little harder into him, causing the boy to whine.

"Noah...!" He gasped, pulling from the kiss and grabbing onto Puck's head as he glared at the boy above him, his cheeks tinted rouge with arousal and embarrassment. "I swear by my Gucci sweater, if you don't get a move on, I will be forced to continue this on my own!"

Puck chuckled and rubbed the tip of his nose against Kurt's, bringing his free hand up to push back formerly perfect bangs. "Alright, babe..." He sat upright again, gently withdrawing his hands from Kurt eliciting a mew, to rid himself of troublesome and, by this point, rather painful pants, when Kurt softly touched the hand about to unzip the fly on his jeans.

"Let me...?" Kurt asked, turning utterly innocent eyes toward him. Noah smiled and let his own hands fall away and letting his eyes fall closed. Patiently he waited for Kurt to unleash Puckzilla, allowing himself to let his own thought's wander a little as to what this all could mean. On one hand, this could work out brilliantly. Kurt would have the stick dislodged from his ass and not have to resign himself to being a virgin for the rest of his high school career as Noah sat back (perhaps literally in the future) and reaped the benefits as well... Or... Or this could go horribly, horribly wrong... If Kurt were to tell the population of McKinley his reputation would be on the line; plus, why was Kurt so ready to lose his virginity to him now, when only a month or so ago he had deemed Puck 'unworthy'?

Then he was back in the present, with Kurt opening the top of his jeans and sliding them down to mid-thigh, his legs still spread open and wanting. The smaller boy took a moment to stare lustily at Noah's cock standing proud between his legs and leaking just a little. Kurt reached for the lube, allowing it to warm in his shaking hands before applying it to Puck's impressive length.

Noah flinched away and grabbed Kurt's wrists for a second, "Wait, Kurt," He looked at the shocked boy, "What about protection?"

Kurt smiled minutely and shook his head, glancing down at Noah's cock again, "You're clean, right?" Puck answered in the positive and Kurt's smile widened. "I wanna feel you for my first time." He whispered shyly, his face turning crimson as he looked Puck in the eyes.

Noah leaned forward to kiss Kurt as he let go of slim wrists and allowed the smaller boy to caress him with slick hands. Puck shuddered, moaning at the hesitant touches and kissing Kurt deeper as his hands slid into Kurt's hair, massaging gently.

When he felt that Noah was safely lubricated, Kurt laid back again, spreading his legs that little bit wider and Puck knew that the boy would have been unable to do so before the Cheerio's stint.

"You ready?" He whispered against Kurt's mouth, pressing the tip of his erection to Kurt's wet and open hole. Kurt nodded and as Puck pushed himself into that exquisitely tight heat, the smaller boy grabbed his broad shoulders and kissed him as he let out a pained whimper at the burn of the stretch. Noah continued until he felt his balls nestled, hot and heavy, against Kurt's tight rear.

He panted into the face of the boy under him. "Are you ok, Kurt?"

Kurt laughed lightly and through the few tears slipping silently down his face. "I have your monster cock inside me... How do you think I feel?" The countertenor growled and Noah chuckled, gently kissing Kurt's forehead. "Ouch... J-just stay still for a moment."

"Okay, babe." Puck smiled and shuddered lightly as Kurt's inner walls gripped him spasmodically as he adjusted. "God, Kurt... You feel so good around me." Noah let his head fall onto the boy's slim shoulder as he tried to gain control of himself.

It hurt. A lot. But, at the same time, being joined with the boy that Kurt loved made him feel complete. It made him feel as though everything he'd had to endure was worth it for this one moment. The deep set burn sparked a fire in Kurt and as the ache began to fade, he found himself beginning to writhe, holding desperately to Noah.

"You can move." He whispered, low and into the shell of Puck's ear, making him shiver.

Slowly, the boy above him rolled his hips, this arm resting at the elbow either side of Kurt's head; and as Noah tentatively increased his thrusting, until he was making languorously slipping from Kurt's entrance almost completely before pushing back in, the larger boy kissed the countertenor deeply, his own brow furrowing lightly at the passion rushing through him for the boy he once tormented.

As Noah's intensity grew, as did Kurt's. Their orgasms were approaching quickly, and though both knew that this ecstasy would not last, they were accepting of the fact that their stamina was greatly reduced due to their combined nervousness and passion.

Kurt began thrusting himself back against Noah, increasing the intensity for the both of them. Noah going deeper than before as Kurt's prostate was brutally stimulated until Kurt caved.

"Please..." He panted, watery eyes staring up at Puck, "Come with me, Noah."

Noah growled and slammed into Kurt as one hand slid down milky skin to pump the dripping cock of the countertenor. It was Kurt's undoing and he came with a mewling cry, his thighs clenching ever tighter to Noah's hips and his slick insides milking Noah's girth.

The way Kurt's head flew back, the cry resonating from his lips and the incessant contracting and shuddering of the supple body beneath him, tore Noah's own climax from him and into Kurt, leaving him to slump, quivering, against a smooth, heaving chest.

It was an hour or so before they awoke, Noah was still buried deep in Kurt's channel and though he felt himself begin to harden, he doubted that Kurt would be ready for intercourse again so soon – he was, after all, aware of how much it could hurt for virgin's the first time around. Kurt's slender arms were wrapped around him and his heart seemed to skip a beat when he looked into the innocent sleeping face of the boy he had deflowered. Beautiful.

Slowly, he withdrew himself, an unmanly whimper ripped from him as he watched his seed trickle from Kurt's open entrance. Kurt shifted in his sleep and his eyes open, briefly filled with pain before his vison cleared.

"Hey." Noah murmured, sitting up and stretching, muscles bulging subtly.

"Hey." Kurt croaked.

"How's your body?"

"Sore. But not the worst kind of pain." Kurt sat up cautiously, his arms shaking a little as he supported his weight on unsteady limbs. "Do you need me to leave?" he asked, wrapping the sheets around himself and endearing himself to Puck further. The larger of the two checked the time before replying.

"I'm pretty sure we have enough time to a shower... If you'd like?"

Kurt smiled and for some odd reason, Noah was reminded of the sun, "I'd like that, Noah." He said.