Chapter Twenty-Five: Love

When Kurt woke up, he was snuggled into Noah's side. So as not to disturb the still sleeping boy, he gingerly tilted this head upwards to look at his slumbering face gently lit by the early morning sun. Carefully he reached up and traced a finger over one dark eyebrow, marvelling at how innocent and how beautiful Noah appeared when he was sleeping.

Kurt noticed that this close - and why hadn't I noticed it before - the jock's eyelashes were long enough to rival Santana's maybe even Quinn's and he made the mistake of trailing his fingertip over their very tips. Disgruntled, Noah's nose scrunched up before he opened his eyes.

"Hey." He whispered, smiling brightly at Kurt, his voice husky from disuse and damn if that didn't cause a miniscule stab of arousal.

"Hey."

"Did you sleep ok?" Noah asked, his hand gently drifting to rest over Kurt's abdomen - over Smidge.

"Yeah, I was tired after our wonderful date." The countertenor smiled as Puck's cheeks pinked, but he could tell that he was glad for the compliment. "What time do you have to be at the shop?"

Noah glanced at the clock on Kurt's bedside, "I'm leaving with your dad around eight this morning, so I should get out of bed really." Belying his words, he clutched Kurt close to him and inhaled the fruity scent of his baby-mama's hair.

Kurt shimmied as close as he could and gave Noah's waist a squeeze before landing a small slap to a muscular arse-cheek and pulling away and standing from the bed to pull on a pair of cotton pants over his boxers.

"Come on, Sweetie, the sooner you leave the sooner the day is over." Puck whined and his mouth turned downward in a pout as he buried himself under the covers. Kurt smiled and, sitting on the bed, continued in a sing-song voice, "C'mon, I'll make you breakfast... If you're lucky I might even be inclined to bring you and Dad lunch, too."

God, can he get any more perfect? Noah thought as he rose from the bed, pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's sweet mouth and jumped into the en suite shower.

Shaking his head the pale boy chuckled before throwing on one of the t-shirts Noah had left once before to cover his torso and heading upstairs, humming Good Morning under his breath.

It took Noah twenty minutes to shower, shave and brush his teeth and he crept up behind Kurt in the kitchen to slide his arms around his slender waist and press a kiss to his cheek.

He rubbed a tender hand over the slight swell in Kurt's abdomen and smiled widely when the slender boy sighed and leaned back into him as he plated up the food. He got a good-natured elbow to his ribs as Kurt moved to put the plates at the breakfast bar.

When Burt arrived in the kitchen, stomach rumbling as he smelled the bacon - an unusual treat after his heart attack - he saw the two boys talking intimately to each other, smiling. He could honestly say that he had never seen Kurt look this happy - not even when he discovered that he was not, in fact, the only openly gay boy in Ohio.

"Morning, boys!" He greeted cheerfully.

Kurt's, "Morning, Dad." was echoed with, "Hey, Burt." and he grinned.

"What do you have planned today, Kurt?" He asked as he sat opposite the boys and took a sip of his tea.

"Not a lot, I was thinking I'll drop off lunch for the two of you at the shop," he grinned as Noah fist-pumped the air, "and the rest of the day, I'll likely work on homework and my portfolio for college."

Burt nodded, "Do you do requests for lunch?"

"I do low fat requests."

Burt pouted, but smiled when he realised he could probably mooch some food off Noah.

"Okay, Noah." The mechanic said, smiling at his son, "Let's head to work."

"Sure thing, Mr. H."

A few hours after the two main men in his life had left, Kurt was working on his portfolio, just as he had said he would. He had already come up with several flattering designs for male-maternity wear and he was just finished measuring a pattern for a shirt he was planning to make when it occurred to him that he should also pull out some designs from Glee.

Getting up from his sewing table, he made his way very to his dressing table and pulled open one of the larger draws. He stopped short of taking anything from the draw when he noticed his diary sitting atop all of his designs for Nationals; he ran his slender fingers over its leather cover.

"Huh. That's weird." He muttered, "I must have been really tired." He put the diary on the dresser and, with a slight frown of confusion, continued looking for the designs he wanted to add.

As he sat back at the sewing table, he glanced at the time, he had a half hour before he needed to think about making lunch to drop off to his dad and Noah, so he decided to cut out and attach the pattern he had designed to some fabric he had invested in to make a shirt before Smidge had happened. He smiled and ran a hand over his stomach.

Once he was done, he checked the time again and, tidying his portfolio away and leaving the ready fabric on the table to continue later, he made his way upstairs to the kitchen.

For Burt, he made a salmon salad and for Noah he made a tuna-mayo sandwich. He packed a diet coke with each - he wasn't stupid he knew that Noah would sneak his dad some of the treats he would buy for himself. He supposed Noah sympathised with his dad's need for sugary and fatty foods, but he couldn't stand the thought that his dad could have another heart attack at any time.

Sighing, he ran a hand over Smidge, "What shall we have?"

He settled on a chocolate-sauce version of Puck's lunch and, after a moment's thought, decided to pack it up with the others so that they could all eat lunch as a group.

The first thing the countertenor saw as he pulled up to Hummel's Tires and Lube, was Noah under the hood of a Toyota pick-up with Burt standing right alongside him. Grinning, he grabbed the lunches from the passenger seat and headed towards the two in a sneaky manner, tip-toeing deviously.

He barely contained the giggles bubbling inside him as he slapped Noah on the backside, causing the bigger boy to yelp and smack his head on the truck's bonnet. Kurt let out an undignified shriek of laughter before he bent over chuckling, holding out the lunches to his two favourite men. When Noah realised who is was he started to laugh too, and Burt shared a chuckle with the two boys, clapping Puck on the shoulder.

"Lunch is served." He managed to get out between giggles.

They headed towards the break room and sat around the small table there. Noah quickly went to his jacket and retrieved a hankerchief, he handed it to Kurt and Burt gave them a questioning look.

"Coffee." Noah said, pointing to the brewing pot and Burt nodded in understanding.

Kurt inhaled the tea-tree oil-dabbed hanky before handing the two men their lunches. as he knew he would, his dad looked disappointed by what was in his box and leaned over to scope what was in Noah's before resigning himself to the salad.

Lunch was quiet overall, with the exception of when Kurt caught Noah looking at him strangely, like he was trying to judge something.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Seriously, what?"

"It's nothing, a surprise and I'm wondering about it is all." After the wonderful surprise the previous night, Kurt's face lit up and he pecked Noah on the cheek before wiping his hands on a spare towel and standing.

"You leaving?" Burt asked, seeming a little surprised.

"Yeah, I'm working on a project at home and I want to get it done today, so I'm going to head back." He removed his dad's cap and pressed a kiss to his bald head, kissed Noah quickly on the lips and left.

Standing in front of his full-length mirror, Kurt admired his handiwork. Granted it had taken him a little longer to make the adjustments needed, but overall it was a beautiful shirt, with an interesting button system that would allow him to adjust the shirt throughout his pregnancy. It was more of a dress shirt, but he supposed that when he reached the later months of his pregnancy he could look into making more casual shirts for mooching about the house.

As he turned to admire it from the back, his diary, still sitting where he had left it that morning. he stared at it a little longer and suddenly something clicked in his mind.

I left it on my bedside table... Then... How the hell did it get in my dresser? His eyes widened when the penny dropped, Oh no! and he rushed to the diary, no no no no no...

Throwing the diary open, he flicked though pages and pages of his thoughts and feelings before finally landing on the page he had written the night before. His heart was attempting to beat out of his chest, Oh god, if he's seen it... He skimmed his eyes down the page and gasped.

There, at the bottom of the page, in Noah's beautifully messy writing, was a reply to Kurt's own sentiments and it was almost as though he could hear Noah voicing those words to him. Hear him whispering them into his ear.

Tears gathered on his lashes and he smiled brightly, grabbing his journal, before deciding that he needed to see Noah that instant. He rushed up the stairs and to the front door.

"Where you going in such a rush?" Burt laughed from his chair.

"Noah's." Kurt called over his shoulder, "I have to tell him something."

As he drove, he could barely contain his excitement nor his nervousness. He was almost vibrating with it by the time he arrived at the jock's house.

Shakily, he turned off the engine and stepped out of his Navigator. He tried to walk calmly to the Puckerman's front door, but he found his strides getting faster; however as he stood on the doorstep, he couldn't bring himself to knock as his nerves got the better of him.

What if he didn't think about it? Does he realise what it means? How much it means? He thought back to the night before, how Noah had been the one to pull away and the reason he gave, "the closest I've ever been to someone..." and decided that Puck knew exactly how much those words meant.

He rose his hand and knocked sharply three times.

"Kurt!"

"Hi, Lily. Is Noah about?"

"Yeah, come in, I'll get him for you, he's in his room." The countertenor shut the door behind him and stood in the living room, hands in front of him holding the journal.

"Kurt, is everything ok? Whats..."

Kurt held up the journal and smiled gently. "I was reading this."

Noah's eyes widened and he looked down, running a hand over the back of his neck and a blush staining his cheeks. "Yeah?" He returned his gaze to the beautiful boy standing in his living room. "I mean it, you know - and not just because of Smidge. This is it for me."

Grinning, Kurt put the book onto the coffee table and approached Puck. Sliding his hands around the jock's muscular neck, he felt tear prick at his eyes as he whispered the words he was almost bursting to utter.

"I love you, Noah."

Puck smiled too and squeezed his arms around Kurt, holding him closer still and inhaling Kurt's unique scent.

"I love you, too, Kurt."

They stayed there, in the centre of the living room, and revelling in their mutual feelings, swaying gently to unheard music.

Life with Kurt is just getting better and better.

Sorry for such a late update guys - hopefully it won't be as long a wait until the next chapter.