A/N:

SORRY FOR THE WAITING! This chapter was a bitch to write. This is the last chapter, guys! I might make a sequel, but for now this will be the final chapter, and it makes me kind of emotional. I've been enjoying writing this story, and I'm quite happy with it. Thank you so much for all your kind reviews!

And don't worry! I have more Puckurt fics coming up, in a different universe than this one, so stay tuned.

There's a lot going on in this chapter, so that's why I had to take a little longer to get it done. Also, I haven't gotten time to write in a while because I've been an emotional wreck. The Props episode… Really? You had to throw that in my face right now? You can't just do that to me, okay? It is not okay. It was perfect though in all its misery. I just found it so sweet how much Puck helped Beiste without even knowing it. He is such an amazing person… Also, Rick the Stick is an asshole. Calling someone a loser when you have a mullet yourself… I say no more.

But here it is, and I hope you're not disappointed! This chapter was a bitch to write, but I enjoyed the challenge.

It took quite a long while for the couple to get out of bed the next morning. Kurt had apologized about ten times by eleven am, and Puck was getting slightly annoyed. "It's okay, Kurt," he said, kissing his neck softly.

Kurt shook his head. "I was awful," he said shortly, and Puck chuckled.

"No, you weren't."

Kurt let out an annoyed sigh. The two were silent for a moment, before Kurt turned towards his boyfriend. "I'm really glad you didn't do anything."

Puck's face softened and a warm smile appeared on his features. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him close. He smelled fantastic. "I could never do anything," he promised.

A soft sigh escaped Kurt as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend. "Mind if we sleep for a little while longer?" he asked.

Puck let out another chuckle, before he kissed the top of his boyfriend's head. "Sure thing, princess."

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The rehearsing for West Side Story had started and both Puck and Kurt were kind of cool about it all. Their parts weren't really all that big and they weren't particularly challenging either. It would be fine.

After their rehearsal one day, they were seated in Kurt's living room. Puck's mom was, as far as he was concerned, home with Sarah, and Kurt's parents were off in Washington. As for Finn, Puck had no idea.

They were both exhausted (Artie was a hard boss), and even though they had agreed to watch a movie, neither of them had found the force to even get up from the couch. So they were just lying there, Kurt cuddled up against Puck's side.

There was a silence between them. One of those comfortable ones, but Puck still had something to say. Contemplating whether or not to go there, he decided in favor of it; coughing slightly, he asked: "Kurt?"

He dragged his fingers through the smaller boy's hair, calling his name at first to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep.

"Hm?" Kurt asked, and Puck felt a bit bad for what he was about to ask:

"When do you think you will be ready?"

He spoke the words with as much concern as he could master, so there was no misunderstanding. It probably would be either way. He still ran his fingers through the boy's hair.

Kurt squirmed a bit uncomfortably. "Soon," he promised, with a weak smile, - "But you were right the other night… I wasn't ready then. But I might be… I might even be ready now, but I just want to be sure, you know?"

Puck nodded, and pulled his boyfriend into a more comfortable position. "Sorry," Kurt whispered, almost inaudible.

Puck shook his head. "Don't apologize. Your terms."

Kurt let out a small chuckle. "How don't you get tired of me?"

Puck grinned. "Your looks help."

Kurt slapped him lightly on the arm. "Screw you."

"You wish."

Kurt looked up at him, and Puck swore that if there was one person in this world who had a better death glare than he had, it was Kurt. And that death glare was he on the receiving end of now, and it was not fun. He still had to chuckle though, stupid as it was.

"Oh, you're funny, aren't you?" Kurt asked, the glare never leaving Puck.

"Sure am," Puck said, pinching Kurt's sides lightly, causing him to squeal and sit up on the complete opposite side of the couch.

Puck just regarded the ridiculousness of the situation. When a minute had passed, he turned to his boyfriend and said with a chuckle: "Gonna be mad forever?"

Kurt gave him the same glare, but he couldn't stay serious for too long. A small smile appeared on his features, but he tried to hide it. He failed. Frustrated he asked: "Why do I love you again?"

Puck shrugged. "You tell me." He gave a small grin and a raise of his eyebrows, and Kurt completely unconsciously licked his lips. Damn, why did he have to be so damn tempting?

Kurt gave him a sly grin. "Your looks help."

Puck couldn't do anything but laugh at that.

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Puck was really grateful Shelby had started to open up a little to him; not just by words, but also quite literally. She had finally allowed him to be a part of Beth's life.

Quinn had apparently made up her mind about the matter; she'd given her baby up and she stood by that decision. Puck had to admire her for finding that strength. But then again, he had always been more devoted to their baby than she had been.

He had come to visit Shelby on his own more often now, and he wasn't entirely sure if Kurt was cool with that. He pretended to be, of course, but his disappointment seemed to grow for every time Puck said he had to go on his own (which happened more often than not those days).

While Puck understood where Kurt was coming from, he thought it was just a bit unfair; they still spent a lot of time together. Puck was at Kurt's place nearly every day. It was a bit weird really, that they rarely ever were at Puck's place, but it just didn't feel natural. First of all, their house was really small, and second of all, he knew his mother still wasn't entirely comfortable having the two of them around the house. She still wasn't content about them.

She was doing a lot better when it came to her drinking, though, and that was a good thing, because it meant Puck and Kurt got a lot of time together.

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It was just one of those days. Kurt called Puck up, asking him to come over. He hated telling him no, but a promise was a promise.

"Sorry, I'm going over to Shelby's tonight…," he said hesitantly, - "Again."

Kurt let out a small sigh. "Okay," he said, and Puck could almost hear his face fall.

"I'm sorry," Puck said rapidly.

"No, go…," Kurt said, - "It's fine. What about tomorrow?"

"Sure," Puck said immediately, without thinking. He was afraid that if Shelby made a proposition for him to come tomorrow as well, he wouldn't be able to say no. damn, why was he getting so attached to all of this? It was Beth of course, and while Shelby was a cool and hot lady, she'd got nothing on his boyfriend. Beth was his weakness here. Come to think of it, nearly every decision he made, even before she came around the second time, was about her. He knew Kurt respected that, but he knew he didn't quite understand it.

So he headed off to Shelby's place that evening, ready to spend some more quality time with his daughter.

Quinn Fabray had given up on her daughter, and she stood by that decision. Saying she didn't care where Shelby and Beth were, however, would be a lie. She did. She cared for Beth, and since she reacted this way, with this motherly care despite her firm decision, she thought it was a little irresponsible of Shelby to settle not only in Lima, but also a mile from where she lived.

Okay, so she didn't know if Shelby knew that she lived such a short distance away, and frankly, Quinn only found out where Shelby lived by complete accident:

She was going for a walk that evening. It wasn't particularly late, about ten pm, so she figured nothing exciting was going to happen.

Quinn wasn't really one to care about other people's lives. She'd had enough drama in her own to fill in for about ten more, so she frankly had no clue why she randomly took a look at the house beside her. The house had pretty big windows, and in the window stood a couple making out.

Usually Quinn would have just turned away rapidly and walked away, but there was something awfully familiar about the pair's silhouettes. She took one distant step closer, and let out a gasp as she recognized who the silhouettes belonged to: In front of her stood Shelby Corcoran swapping spit with no one but Noah Puckerman.

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Quinn didn't bother to stand there for any longer. She didn't know for how long the kiss had lasted; frankly, she didn't know anything. She just knew she had to get out of there, and head for Kurt's place immediately. And so she did.

She decided she could just walk, because there was no way she would change direction now. So she walked with as rapid and determined steps as she had ever used, heading for the Hummel/Hudson household.

If this had been the old Noah Puckerman; the Puck from way back when, she would have walked in and given him a piece of her mind. But this was Puck. And he was dating Kurt, who was, despite every façade he tried to put up, in a very vulnerable state. She couldn't believe it. Puck had even had her fooled! And that was saying something.

She knew she could have been playing her games more wisely, but as of right now, all she cared about was finding somewhere to rage. And the raging would take place at the Hummel/Hudson household.

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The West Side Story premiere was in two days, and Kurt had his part rehearsed. His boyfriend was off at Shelby's, and his explanation had been that he'd had to go alone. Deep inside Kurt felt a little sting of jealousy and also a little sense of doubt for the first time in this relationship. He shrugged it off. His boyfriend would never cheat on him. He trusted him that much.

He was seated in his room, doing homework, when the doorbell rang. His parents were still off in Chicago and Finn was, as usual, over at Rachel's place for some dinner with her. For whatever reason her dads were also out of town, so he had the house to himself.

He jumped out of bed, heading for the door, wondering who it could be. A slight hope told him it could be Puck who came home early from Shelby's. But it was probably just Finn who'd forgotten the key.

He didn't, however, expect Quinn Fabray to be standing on his terrace, her face flustered probably from cold, but also something very close to rage.

"Quinn," he said surprised, - "Come in, what happened?"

Quinn got in, took off her shoes, and she was standing completely limp in front of him. "Noah Puckerman…," she said, her voice darker than ever, - "He has really stepped in it."

Kurt looked worried and put his hands on Quinn's shoulders, almost to stabilize her. "What is it, Quinn?" he asked, - "What has he done now?"

He wasn't really sure what he was expecting.

Quinn raised her hands, only to let them fall again. "I saw him kiss her!" she exclaimed, wanting to cry. Kurt's face fell.

"Who?" he said, his voice almost completely lifeless now, and it killed her.

"Shelby," Quinn said, surprising herself how easy it was for her to say the words.

Kurt's big blue eyes softened, and tears appeared in them rapidly, even though no one fell completely. He took a couple of steps backwards until he reached the living room. "I need to sit down," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else, as he buried his face in his hands for a few seconds.

Quinn just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, chewing her thumb nail. She had stopped chewing her nails in freshman year, but right now she might as well go back to old addictions.

"What…?" Kurt's broken voice came abruptly, tearing at the blonde's heart, - "Quinn..." his voice sounded helpless now and Quinn let her motherly instincts take over, and walked towards him a little, wanting to wrap him in her arms and hug her. "When?" Kurt asked, - "How?"

His whole world, that he had spent so many months building up with Puck, was now falling apart. He should have known. He should have known it was all too good to be true. The boy he had opened up to completely, the one he had felt ready to give himself completely to after so many months, years, of misery, had been cheating on him.

"About half an hour ago," Quinn said, her voice almost as lifeless as Kurt's. She was trying to keep her rage at bay, - "At Shelby's house. I happened to walk by…"

Kurt was silent for a long while, before he cleared his throat, asking: "How long?"

Quinn shrugged. "I don't know…" While her voice gained a little more hope, she said: "It could have just been very quick…"

"It doesn't matter!" Kurt exclaimed, his voice finally breaking, - "He's…" He stopped, almost not able to say the words, - "He's been cheating on me, Quinn! … And…" His voice broke completely as tears started to fall. "He's everything I need to stay strong… He's helped me so much, he…"

Quinn wanted to say something to Kurt about not letting Puck have any credit for his courage, but instead she just walked rapidly over to where he was seated, and wrapped her arms around the boy. "It's gonna be okay," she whispered, as she kissed the top of his head, letting him lean into her embrace.

Quinn Fabray stayed the night at the Hummel/Hudson household. When Finn came home, he thankfully didn't even realize something was wrong. He seemed upset over something. Quinn would make sure to ask Rachel what about the next day. But right now her main concern was Kurt.

She put him to bed, and lay down with him, cradling him like a baby. She stayed with him through the night.

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Why the hell did he do that?

Puck woke up in his room the morning after, realizing it was Thursday and he had to go to school. Everything had seemed fine until he had finally sat up in bed, and realized that everything absolutely wasn't.

He had kissed Shelby last night. That much was clear. He'd had a couple of beers before he got there (he walked the way to her place, taking Kurt's advice on no driving after having been drinking), but that was really no excuse. Besides, who the fuck gets tipsy on a couple of beers? No one, let alone him.

It was his way of expressing himself. He tried to think back. Did he have any feelings for Shelby, whatsoever, besides the fact that she was the mother of his biological child? No. did he care about her? That was it. It was care. It had been a caring kiss. That explanation sounded as fucked up in his head as it did to everyone else who might or might not have to hear it.

But nevertheless, it was true. She had been upset about the whole alone-mother thing, and he hadn't really known what more to say besides: "I'll be here no matter what," and he had done what Puckerman does best besides expressing things through song; expressed it through action.

And he had never felt more awful about anything in his life.

He had to tell Kurt. No. Scratch that! He couldn't tell Kurt. The last time something like this happened, Kurt had almost broken up with him, and then he hadn't even been the kisser. Now he had initiated it, and if Kurt knew the entire situation, he would definitely leave him. And he couldn't have that.

Boy, had he stepped in it…

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Quinn woke up before Kurt the next day, which in her experience, was very rare. Kurt was not only a light-sleeper, but he also got up very early in a natural manner. Realizing they only had an hour before they had to be in school, she shook him lightly. "Kurt," she whispered, her voice even more raspy than before, due to the fact that she had been sleeping after having screamed a whole lot, - "Wake up, honey."

Kurt's eyes fluttered open. He had been crying the whole night and his dreams had been anything but pleasant. This time the demon in his dreams had been someone completely different from the one who usually haunted his nightmares, though. It didn't take long before realization hit him, and he had to fight to keep his tears at bay.

"Are you up for school today?" Quinn asked, stroking his hair.

His first reaction was shaking his head, but then he changed his mind with a small nod. "I have to confront him."

"He's not worth it," Quinn insisted, - "You should take it over the phone, he doesn't deserve anything better."

"I wanna force him to face me," Kurt argued, sitting up slowly, - "I have to go."

Quinn nodded understandingly, and mouthed an okay before she got out of bed. Her clothes, hair and makeup were a mess all together, but she couldn't even bring herself to fix it or even care.

Fifty minutes later they were on their way out the door, heading for Kurt's car. "I'm gonna go get the mail," Quinn said, heading for the mailbox, but Kurt stopped her.

"Just leave it," he said, - "Let's just go."

She didn't argue. She just followed Kurt into the car, and got by the steering wheel. She knew Kurt was in no position to drive now. They drove in silence to school, and when they reached the McKinley parking lot, they caught eye of Puck who walked out of the truck.

"Now's your chance," Quinn said, squeezing Kurt's hand comfortingly, - "Give him hell. He deserves it."

Kurt took a deep breath before he nodded slowly and got out of the car. Quinn hurried inside the school building, as Kurt walked with determined steps towards Puck.

"Puck!" he yelled, his voice cold as ice.

Puck's head snapped in his direction, a weak grin resting on his features, which disappeared quickly once he saw the look on his boyfriend's face. He knew what this was about, and now he could say buh-bye to the best thing that had ever happened to him. He deserved it, even, he fucked everything up. As he did with everything.

Kurt was standing a few inches away from him, and he let his guard down, now just looking nothing short of heartbroken.

"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Puck let out a defeated sigh. "Baby, I'm sorry, it was just a way to express myself. She was having a hard day and…"

"I don't wanna hear excuses!" Kurt exclaimed, roaming his hand through his hair in a defeated manner, - "God, Puck, for how long…?"

"Only that one time, Kurt," Puck said, and the sincerity was evident on his face, Kurt had to give him that. The boy wasn't a liar. That still didn't change much.

"How could you…?" Kurt couldn't finish, and damn it, he wasn't going to cry. Only that he was.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I…"

"Don't call me that," Kurt's voice was cold, but it had that light shiver to it that revealed that he would start sobbing any minute.

There was a long break where none of them said anything. Kurt broke that silence: "Maybe you were right…," he said, coldly as ever.

Puck gave him a confused look, and Kurt responded to it: "Maybe you are more like your father, after all. Your irresponsibility shows that off clearly."

Kurt walked off to the car, heading home. He couldn't stay at school any longer. Puck was left, looking much like a ghost. His looks, however, were nothing compared to how he felt. He walked over to his car, and got by the steering wheel, unshed tears blinding his vision. But he wasn't going to cry. Only that he was.

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As Kurt got by the steering wheel, he could hear his phone buzzing, but he couldn't bring himself to care about that. Puck's phone buzzed as well as he drove out of the parking lot. It was from Mike:

"You should really check today's newspaper!"

Puck let out a defeated sigh. He didn't care. Probably some football team that had won some match and he really didn't care about that now.

Kurt drove in complete anger, but he didn't cry anymore. Now he was just angry. Angry and betrayed. And where the hell was he gonna go? Going home would just be too fucking depressing. So he decided to head off to the Lima Bean. He and Blaine used to go there a lot when they were still at Dalton. He hadn't really talked to Blaine in a while, which made sense, seeing as they didn't go to the same school. They still stayed in touch through Skype and Facebook though.

He parked his car outside the Lima Bean, and walked inside, ordering a Grande nonfat mocha and sat down by a table that had only one chair. He really didn't feel like getting any company right now.

Right as that thought stroke him, he took a good look at a boy who was seated by another table, all by himself. The boy was tall and slim, wearing a Dalton uniform out of all things. He could have said he was ugly, but that would be an absurd lie.

The boy caught his eye and gave a weak grin. Kurt smiled back weakly, taking a sip of his mocha, his glare never leaving the boy's. The boy let out a weak chuckle, before he got up, brought his coffee, and stalked over to where Kurt was sitting. Kurt looked down. He still didn't feel like getting any company, but at least this boy had noticed him.

"Hey," the boy said, a somewhat cocky tone resting in his voice.

Kurt gave another weak smile. "Hey," he said.

"Mind if I take a seat?" the boy said. His voice revealed he was clearly interested in him. it was almost ridiculous how much this boy sucked at subtleness. He was almost worse than Puck. Almost. Focus Kurt, don't think about him!

"Sure," Kurt said, not really thinking. He really didn't want the company, but he figured it would be rude if he refused*.

The boy sat down, and reached out a hand. "Sebastian Smythe," he said.

Kurt tried to give a real smile for once as he shook his hand. "Kurt Hummel."

Sebastian's eyes widened a bit. "Didn't you use to go to Dalton?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes, how did you know?"

"Blaine told me about you." Sebastian leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. His sly smirk was definitely not unattractive.

"Oh…"

"He and I dated for a couple of hours," Sebastian said, his grin widening.

Kurt gave a frown. "Don't give me that look. My relationships usually don't last for more than twenty minutes."

Kurt had to contain himself not to roll his eyes. That sounded an awful lot like someone he knew.

"You're looking a little down?" Sebastian said, and even though his voice didn't contain any form of concern, only curiosity, Kurt was glad someone at least bothered.

He nodded slowly. "Boyfriend troubles?" Sebastian guessed.

"Yes," Kurt said a little surprised.

"Who'd give a pretty little thing like yourself up?"

Kurt blushed, and Sebastian regarded him shamelessly. "However," he said, - "That only allows you to be completely free. Like me."

He gave a light shrug, and this time Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that was pretty much my boyfriend's problem."

He flinched immediately at the fact that he had said 'was'. "How can that be a problem?" Sebastian asked, and Kurt really didn't have time for this. He would have gotten up and left, hadn't Sebastian come up with the following offer:

"But boyfriend troubles…," he said, leaning forward with his arms on the table, almost whispering now, - "I can help out with that. Just meet me at Scandals tonight and we can have a good time."

Kurt swallowed slowly, and during any other circumstances, he would have refused immediately, but as of right now he couldn't even bring himself to care about nearly anything. "Okay," he agreed, - "I'll meet you there."

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Kurt headed for Scandals at seven pm that night. He knew he should probably get some rest, seeing as West Side Story had its premiere already tomorrow night, but he didn't care more now than he did that morning. He hadn't spoken to Puck; in fact, he had only tried to keep his thoughts off him.

Puck, however, hadn't. not only was he thinking about what Kurt had said at the parking lot, and how right he had been, but he was most of all thinking about the fact that the best thing that had ever happened to him… he had let that slip through his fingers. The one thing he had promised himself not to fuck up, he had managed to fuck up so badly nothing could ever be repaired again.

Puck didn't really appear like an emotional guy. When he got upset, he usually acted it out through anger. Even now, in the privacy of his home (his mom and Sarah were having dinner at his nana's place), that was the case. He didn't scream this time though, and he didn't feel like punching anything either. He was just plain angry. Or upset or whatever you want to call it. He needed something to take his mind off this entire deal. He had lost Kurt. He had screwed it up with him, just like he had screwed it up with his father and now also probably Beth, seeing as Quinn would hardly let Shelby get away with this. For the second time in Beth's case. And maybe had he deserved all that. He was definitely sure he had deserved all that.

That was when his thoughts went to Mike's message from earlier that day. The newspaper and that stupid match should get his thoughts off everything. He walked over to the kitchen, and found today's newspaper. Sitting down, he looked through it, searching for the match Mike must have been talking about. There was no match. What caught his attention, however, was in the middle of the newspaper, when a large black and white picture of a middle-aged man covered almost the entire page.

Puck didn't know what but something about the man made him uneasy. He didn't look particularly special. He looked quite ordinary actually; he had dark, ruffled hair, he was unshaved, and he was neither thick nor thin. He looked quite ordinary but there was something in his eyes that screamed 'psycho'.

He let his eyes flicker to the article. The headline almost made him fall over, and that was really saying something, because it took a lot for him to black out: 'RAPIST ON THE RUN'.

He felt his throat go dry, and a lump forming. He didn't know if he wanted to throw up or cry or both. He brought his fist to his mouth, biting down in pure anguish, not caring about what kind of mark it would leave. He rapidly read through the rest of the article, and he was sure: It was him. 8 victims. All men. Arrested two years ago.

He folded the newspaper together and threw it across the room, not caring that he broke some of his mother's china in the process, and then he stalked towards the bathroom, leaning over the toilet, starting dry heaving, trying to empty his stomach, but seeing as he had hardly eaten anything that day, not much came up.

He shakily stood up, and that was when he realized: He had to warn Kurt! How stupid was he?

He all but ran into the living room, reaching for his phone, and typing in Kurt's number, listening to the tone, praying to anything or anyone that he would pick up. The tone seemed to go on forever, until Kurt's voicemail came up, and he cursed out loud, leaving the following message:

"Kurt, I need you to call me right now! I know I'm an asshole and I'm sorry, but that's not the point. I need you to call me. It's dead important!"

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Kurt got Puck's message as he was seated in his car on the way to Scandals, and he cursed under his breath. He was probably just going to break up properly or come up with another lousy apology. Angrily, he shut off his phone as it gave another ring, and threw it in the backseat of his car. He couldn't take more of his boyfriend as of right now.

Meanwhile, Puck was in the middle of the realization of how much of a total asshole he really was, and as he called the third time, he realized he wasn't going to get an answer. He contemplated shortly whether he should go to Kurt's place or strip search the town for him, before he realized he could do both. He grabbed his keys and headed for his car, driving off to the Hummel/Hudson household. As he stood on their terrace, having ringed the bell, he texted Mike quickly:

"Thanks for telling me, man."

He stood there for two minutes, before realizing that no one was home. Fuck motherfucker fuck shit, this was not gonna be good!

He ran off to his truck again, and as he sat down, his phone rang. Heading out of the driveway, Puck picked up the phone.

"Are you okay, man?" It was Mike.

"No," Puck said, and he knew Mike was shocked at how easy it was for him to abruptly admit that, - "I'm freaking out. Kurt and I, we… We had a fight, and I don't know where he is!"

"Shit…," Mike said. He was a smart boy; he knew Puck had already checked on his house.

"Tell me about it," Puck said angrily, as he continued driving nowhere.

"So what are you gonna do?" Mike asked, and Puck wanted to yell at him and say that this was no time for a chat, but he just couldn't, - "Gonna try and find Kurt or the rapist?"

The rapist? That wasn't a bad idea, actually. Whomever he found first didn't really matter all that much, for as long as he didn't find them together. He shuddered violently at the thought.

"Dude, are you there?"

"Yeah," Puck said, - "I don't know, both?"

"You could find him and go all LAPD on his ass, you know?"

Puck let out a shuddered sigh. "I am not a man of the law enforcement, and there is no police brutality in the world that can compare to what I'm gonna do to that monster once I find him."

His voice was low and threatening, and Puck knew Mike was almost frightened by him at the moment. Under usual circumstances, he would find that flattering. Now, however, were not usual circumstances.

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Kurt drove into Scandals' parking lot, and parked his car, leaving his phone in the backseat. He probably wouldn't need it anyway. He locked his car and got out.

As soon as he entered the bar, he caught eyes with Sebastian, who was seated by the bar counter, ordering a couple of drinks. Kurt figured it would be okay to have one. He would probably not be leaving this place in a long while anyway, and if he was, he always had friends to pick him up.

He was pretty careless as of right now. "You are so hot; even I can't believe your boyfriend ever let you go."

Kurt blushed again. "You don't look too bad yourself," he complimented, and Sebastian grinned cockily. Kurt had yet to make up his mind about him, but he didn't really care at the moment. He didn't care about anything at the moment; he just wanted to feel good again.

"And more importantly," Sebastian said, - "I can't believe you let yourself get tied down to one man. Was he really that hot?"

Kurt let out a sigh, and then he nodded. "He was."

Right as his mind drifted to his boyfriend, he thought he caught eyes with something oddly familiar in the crowd of the bar. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked across the room, and quite right; there was someone familiar in the crowd. A man. Quite tall, middle-aged… And by that Kurt went limp. His jaw fell slightly, and he went numb. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible… He was supposed to be in jail. How…?

"I gotta go."

He hadn't even realized he had said the words, but Sebastian looked like he just fell from the moon. "What the…?"

"I'm sorry, I really gotta go," Kurt said, as he all but ran out as fast as his legs could carry him, praying to whatever god he didn't believe him that the man hadn't seen him yet.

Sebastian's eyes flickered to the man in the crowd who apparently had some weird connection with Kurt. The boy shuddered as the man licked his lips seductively, and headed in the same direction Kurt had been heading. Deciding something was wrong, Sebastian got down from the bar chair, putting his leg out, blocking the man's steps, causing him to fall to the ground. He regarded Kurt as he got out of the bar, and muttered a 'sorry' to the man.

The man just cursed under his breath and stalked after Kurt. Sebastian hoped he got away quickly, because something was definitely not right here. Also, the man should really invest more in personal hygiene.

Kurt was heading for his car in panic. He unlocked it, got into the backseat and grabbed his phone. He was not a promoter of violence, but as of right now he wanted to punch himself in the face for having shut it off. He didn't really know who to call… Only that he most definitely did. Right as the phone required his code, he caught eyes of the man, who was stalking out of the bar, heading straight for his truck. He didn't know why, but he quickly got out of the truck, and started running. Thankfully, he was generally faster than the man.

He didn't really know where he could be heading, but he figured inside the bar would be more safe. At least there were people there. He ran inside and found Sebastian.

"There you are! Who the hell was that…?"

"I need to borrow your phone!" Kurt said panicked.

Sebastian frowned. "Why…?"

"Just hand me your phone, please," Kurt begged, close to tears now. This couldn't happen. Not again.

Sebastian quickly reached for his phone and handed it to Kurt. Kurt quickly headed for the bathroom and typed in Puck's number.

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Puck was driving, still heading for nowhere, without having seen either Kurt or the rapist, when his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, and was about to ignore it, when he decided the better of it. He grabbed it and picked up. "Hello?" he said a little too hectically for anything to be good.

"Puck?" the voice was whispered and panicked, but Puck knew all too well who it belonged to.

"Kurt? Where are you? Are you okay? I tried to call you…"

"I'm okay so far," Kurt said, his voice even more whispered but less panicked, - "Puck, you need to come pick me up. I'm sorry for everything I said…"

"Forget about all that," Puck said firmly, not bothering to mention that he was the one to apologize. That talk could wait. "I'll get you. where are you?"

"S-Scandals…," Kurt said, and he didn't really sound like he wanted to admit that, - "Puck… He is here."

And that was when Puck took a u-turn and took the fastest way he possibly could to Scandals. His heart was beating and the blood was pounding in his ears. "Kurt, listen to me," he said firmly, but the panic was all too evident in his voice, - "Hide somewhere. Isn't there a garage there or something?"

Kurt had no idea why Puck knew that, but he had other things on his mind as of right now. "Yes," he said. He firmly remembered that there had been.

"Hide there," Puck said, - "I think it's pretty dark there, so it would be hard for him to find you. Has he seen you?"

"He's looking for me, actually," Kurt said, holding back a sob, and Puck drove faster.

"Hide there," Puck said, - "And I'll come get you as soon as I possibly can."

"Okay," Kurt whispered, - "Drive carefully."

"Screw that," Puck scoffed. There was a break but no one hung up.

"Kurt?" Puck said, his voice a bit weaker now.

"Yes?"

Puck sighed. "Remember that no matter what happens, I love you."

Kurt was silent, but Puck could hear his rapid breath. "I love you too," he whispered, and he sounded like he meant it.

They hung up, and Puck continued driving as fast as he possibly could.

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The garage might have been dark, but that didn't mean no one would find him there. As Kurt had been standing there for five minutes, he could hear rapid steps coming closer. Steps he knew for a fact didn't belong to Puck.

He contemplated running, but he knew there would be no use. All he could do now was fighting him off if he tried anything. Maybe he could keep him off if he fought enough. That was pretty much the only thing he had in mind now: He had to regain his honor and he had to fight back.

Quite right, the man came closer, and he had a sly grin on his features. Kurt felt like throwing up at the sight of him. He was exactly like he remembered him, only even less hygienic. He went for a run past him, but the man grabbed a hold of him and threw him to the ground. He let out a yelp at the realization of what was about to happen.

Truth was, he hadn't really processed it yet. The worst event of his life was about to repeat itself. The man hovered over him and pulled both his wrists above his head. He could actually hold them together with his one hand. Kurt knew it was a bad time to even think, but he wondered if the man remembered him.

As he kicked and fought all he might, he got answer to the question: "Well, well, I see you've gotten feistier since last time."

Kurt let out a sob as the man's lips attacked his neck. He hadn't realized he had started crying until now. The man trailed his hands down his upper body. "I bet you've been waiting for this, huh? I remember how much you loved it last time… How you came all over my hand and how wonderful it was…"

"No…," Kurt whimpered. He felt the man's hand go to his zipper, and right as he just closed his eyes and braced himself for everything that was to come, the weight of the man was suddenly gone. He heard a loud thud beside him and he dared to look up. The man was laying on the ground, and above him stood no one but Noah Puckerman.

His boyfriend (yes, god damn it, this wasn't over) reached out a hand and helped him up. He pulled him into a brief hug that spoke volumes, and when he saw the man was about to get up, he reached for his car keys. "Take those and get in my truck," he commanded, - "Wait for me there, and if I'm not back within fifteen minutes, drive off."

Kurt's eyes widened. "I'm not gonna do that."

Puck didn't have time to argue. "Just get in the truck. I'll be there, okay?"

Kurt ran off to the car as fast as his shaking legs could carry him. Reasonably he knew he shouldn't be worried; Puck was about the same height as the man, but he had more muscle on him than he could ever dream of. But Kurt didn't think reasonably right now.

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Seeing as the man was only halfway standing up, it was pretty easy for Puck to knock him to the ground once more. The man got up again rather quickly this time, raised his fist and landed a good punch on Puck's cheekbone.

It wasn't until then Puck's instincts finally took over. This was the man. This was the man who had ruined the life of the one person he loved most in this world. And he didn't deserve anything that was good in this world.

He landed a good punch on the same spot as he'd been hit, and the man took a few stumbled steps backwards. He knew it was girly, but he couldn't help but land a kick in the man's groin. It was too tempting. The man once again fell to the ground and this time he couldn't get up. Puck made sure to land another kick in the same spot just for effect. This man shouldn't be able to get an erection again.

As he landed a few good kicks more, he was sure the man couldn't move properly. "You see," he said, - "That boy over there. That boy you fucking raped… That boy is my boy. And anyone who hurts him in any way, is going to pay. With blood."

"Your boy over there…," the man said weakly, coughing through his words, - "He… He enjoyed it."

He let out a vicious laugh and Puck kicked him so hard in the ribs he could hear them break. "You don't know shit, do you?" he asked. By that he snapped out his phone, and called the police. That wasn't something he did very often.

"Hey. I think I've found a guy you've been looking for," he said, - "Yes…" He looked down at the man. "Hey, shithead. What's your name?"

The man coughed. "I'm not gonna tell you that."

Puck landed another kick to his ribs. "Jason Andrews."

"Jason Andrews," Puck said, - "Yes. Scandals, if you know where that is…? Yes? Good… Noah Puckerman."

He held his breath, wondering if the police recognized his name. Right then a tall and thin guy came along. He looked like he wanted his attention. "Hold on a sec," Puck said to the officer, before he turned to the guy, - "Problem?"

"I saw the whole thing," the boy said reaching out his hand, - "Sebastian Smythe."

"Puck."

"I'll let you go home with Kurt," he said, - "I can witness for you."

Puck decided trusting the boy would be the right decision, and he nodded. "Okay." He turned to his phone. "Sebastian Smythe will witness. He'll be here when you get here. Okay? Cool. No problem."

"Thanks man," Puck said, patting Sebastian's shoulder, - "He won't go anywhere."

He turned to the man. "And if they ask, you are gonna say you ran into a pole. Okay? And if you don't, this day will seem like fucking Christmas Eve and 4th of July combined in the aftermath. Got it?"

The man coughed out a 'yes', and Puck decided that was a good answer. As he walked off to his truck, Sebastian called after him: "Kurt was right about you."

Puck turned to the boy with a frown. "About what?"

"You are really that hot."

Puck rolled his eyes and gave a weak grin. "Of course I am."

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Kurt let out a gasp as the door to the truck opened, but he almost cried with relief as Puck climbed in. The larger teen immediately grabbed a hold on the brunette's face and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Are you okay?"

Kurt nodded, and just clung to his boyfriend for dear life. "I am now," he whispered, - "You saved me."

Puck gave a weak smile, and when they pulled away Kurt took the time to regard his boyfriend. A bruise was forming on his cheek, but other than that he seemed to be in pretty good shape.

"Are you? Okay?"

Puck nodded. "Yeah," he said, - "That Sebastian guy will witness for me if needed, so we can just get out of here any minute."

Kurt pulled Puck in for another embrace. "Can we just stay here for a little while longer?"

Puck let out a chuckle. "Sure, baby."

Little had they known this would be the most faithful night of their lives…

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They went back to Puck's place this time, seeing as it was closer. His mom and Sarah still weren't home, and Puck was more than okay with that. They walked into Puck's room, and got on the bed, not bothering to undress. They propped themselves up on their pillows, halfway laying, halfway sitting on the bed. There was a long silence between them, which Puck broke:

"I'm really sorry, you know."

Kurt looked at him with a weak smile. "You're forgiven."

Puck frowned. "Just like that?" he asked, - "That's not something you forgive easily."

Kurt took a deep breath, before letting out a sigh. "You saved my life, Puck," he said, reaching for his boyfriend's hand, interlacing their fingers, - "So yes, it's pretty easy to forgive you."

Puck sighed, and pulled his boyfriend closer. "Are we doing this, then? This relationship?"

Kurt smiled. "I wouldn't want it any other way." There was a break, before Kurt said: "Sorry about the comment I made this morning… You are nothing like your father. You're not irresponsible. The total opposite actually."

"You were right though," Puck commented, - "I should never have kissed Shelby. She had just, and I know this isn't any excuse, she had trouble, and I didn't know how to comfort her. That's that. You gotta believe me, Kurt."

Kurt sighed. "I believe you," he said, - "But please don't do anything like that again."

Puck nodded. "I won't…" There was another break. "You have trust issues with me now, don't you?"

Kurt shrugged. "It doesn't matter," he said, - "You'll make up for those."

Puck let out a chuckle, before he kissed the top of his boyfriend's head. There was a long break, before Puck hesitantly said: "This is gonna sound extremely wrong, but I'm just wondering… How far did he go?"

Kurt shivered a little. "Not too far. He just… What he said was the worst… You know, about me enjoying it and everything. But you came right before he was about to undo my pants."

Puck wrapped both his arms around him and pulled him closer. "Are your stance on sex still the same."

Kurt looked up at his boyfriend with a small smile. "Yes," he nodded, - "Nothing has changed there. I know the difference now."

Puck was relieved at that, but even if that hadn't been the case, he would have been fine with it. and Kurt knew this. Kurt knew this so well.

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The day after was the West Side Story premiere. It wouldn't really have been so terrifying, if they didn't have the entire Glee Club on their heels asking what the hell happened last night. They finally got to spread the entire story, and they were all in shock.

"And here I went being mad at Rachel…," Finn said, feeling guilty about himself. The only person who didn't understand shit of what was happening, was the cheerio who played Tony, whose name no one knew. He was basically just a total diva who expected to get everything on a silver plate either way. Like, even worse than Mercedes at the night of neglect. And worse than Rachel at all times.

"It's okay, guys," Kurt said, - "Now we better get out there and give them all we got."

They all agreed to that.

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Artie was having an after-party when the show was done. They were all getting ready. Kurt watched as Puck pulled off his shirt and stood before him in only his tank. Puck turned towards him with an astounding grin on his face. Why did he have to be so damn hot all the time? "Hey there," he said, as he pulled him in for a kiss followed by an embrace.

"Hey," Kurt whispered, taking in the scent of his boyfriend.

"You killed it out there," Puck complimented.

Kurt chuckled. "So did you. Who'd have known your bad Puerto Rican accent could be such a turn on."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Hey, at least I tried."

Kurt gave a crooked smile. "That knife wasn't bad either. Is it real?"

Puck gave a frown as if wondering why he was asking, but he shook his head. "No." He pulled it out of his pocket, regarding it, - "But it looks real, don't you think? Think I might keep it so that I one day can freak someone out."

Now it was Kurt's turn to roll his eyes. "How charming of you."

Puck gave another grin. "I try."

He pulled on his normal shirt, leaving it open. "So, you ready to party? I'll make sure you don't drink much tonight."

Kurt gave him a look. "Actually…," he said, - "My parents are still out so we have the house to ourselves…"

Puck knew Kurt was looking for some quality time with him at his place, but there was just something in his boyfriend's eyes that seemed different. Did he know that look? You bet your ass he knew that look. He was the master of that look.

"What are you suggesting here…?"

Kurt grabbed Puck's hand and they headed for the auditorium that was completely empty now. "Make love to me tonight, Noah," Kurt said, with so much sincerity he could master.

For whatever reason Puck felt a chill down his spine at the mention of his first name. "You sure?" he asked, - "I mean… Is it the right time after what happened yesterday with both me and… him, and everything?"

Kurt shrugged. "All I know is that I'm ready," he said, reaching for his boyfriend's hand, - "And that I want this… As cheesy as I know it sounds, our relationship doesn't need any reason. It wasn't even reasonable to begin with."

And Puck is more than content with that explanation as he pulls his boyfriend into a kiss, as he lifts him up. With a squeal Kurt wraps his legs around Puck's torso and deepens the kiss, and at that moment, he knows this will be the night of his life.

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They were seated in Puck's car. As Kurt realized what direction they were heading, which wasn't for his place, he asked: "Where are we going?"

"My place," Puck said, - "To get the condom. And to get the lube. And then we're going to your place, and then I'm gonna rock your world."

Kurt let out a chuckle.

They headed for the Puckerman household, and Puck hurried inside to get what they needed. To say he was completely at ease would be a lie. Come to think of it, he didn't think he had ever had sex with anyone he really cared about, let alone loved. He'd better not fuck this up.

He walked out after a couple of minutes and got in the car, pulling his boyfriend in for a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, he pulled out of the driveway. "Let's go."

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As soon as they had locked themselves inside, Puck pulled Kurt in for another make-out session, backing him up against the wall. "God…," he muttered, - "Want you so bad…"

He was already getting extremely turned on and they hadn't gone anywhere yet. Puckasaurus still had it in him!

He started nibbling on his boyfriend's neck, and Kurt let out a moan that was surprisingly much lower than his usual voice, and damn it, if that didn't get Puckzilla in action, he didn't know what did.

"Mmm…," Kurt muttered pointing towards the stairs, - "Bedroom."

Puck pulled away and looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "You're sure about this, right?"

Kurt nodded, biting his lip excitedly. Damn, did he always have to be so hot? His face was flushed, his hair ruffled, and his cheeks matched his lips. He was utter (and inner for that matter) perfection.

By that Puck lifted him up, bridal style, and carried him to his bedroom. Kurt let out a squeal, but he didn't complain.

Puck put his boyfriend gently down on the bed, as he shrugged off his shirt. Kurt started unbuttoning his own, wearing a t-shirt underneath. Puck knew this was gonna be a cruel battle of the layers, but it was rather amusing. Kurt let the t-shirt come off as well, revealing his undershirt.

By that Puck pulled off his tank, and he had to grin at Kurt's amazed facial expression as he was shirtless in front of him. There was nothing he hadn't seen before, but everything became so much more real now.

Puck got into bed in front of his boyfriend, and he reached for the hem of his undershirt. "May I?" he asked, with a grin resting on his features.

Kurt let out a chuckle, and a small nod. The tanned boy rested his hands on Kurt's sides as he slowly lifted up his shirt. He was suddenly going at a much slower pace now, really savoring the moment. He leaned down to kiss on Kurt's neck again, moving closer to his lips as his hands started moving upwards. As his hands reached Kurt's chest, he started teasing his nipples with his fingers. There was something so incredibly amusing about the entire way Kurt's body reacted to his touches. The slow arousal of his nipples was like some ordinary miracle. It was weird; Puck had never thought, or rather felt, like this during sex, let alone during foreplay.

But now, right here with this boy, he just wanted to savor the moment. He never wanted to let it go, or let him go. He just wished that this, right here and now, was how it was meant to be. The two of them. And he wished it could always be like that.

Damn, when did he get so soft?

It was Kurt's little moan that brought him back to life, and action, and he removed the undershirt completely. He let his hands go to Kurt's hair after that, as he roamed his fingers through it, pulling him in for a soft kiss, softly tugging at his hair as his tongue slipped into his mouth.

It was all so fucking perfect.

He started touching him, everywhere. He let his hands go from his collarbone, down his upper body, before he finally reached the hem of his pants. As he did so, he again leaned in for a kiss.

Kurt, on his part, did his best to return the touches. It was so incredibly obvious how much experience Puck had, even though this was his first time with a boy.

As he let his hands go over his boyfriend's tanned body, he couldn't help but take in all the beauty of him. He wrapped his arms around his neck as he felt his hands go to his hips, and further down, using his legs to pull him closer.

Puck grinned against Kurt's lips as he slowly undid the button of his boyfriend's jeans. He then went for his zipper, before he started to; ever so slowly pull off his pants. Kurt shivered at how Puck's fingers traced ever so gently by his legs.

Once Kurt was fully undressed to his underwear, his erection obnoxiously apparent through his underwear, Puck shamelessly stripped out of his pants. To say that his erection was any less apparent would be a vicious lie.

He got back on the bed, bracing himself on top of Kurt. He let his thumb trace his flushed cheek as he asked, concern evident in his voice: "You okay?"

Kurt nodded with a smile. "I'm fantastic," he said. Puck grinned and pulled him in for a kiss, before he went for Kurt's underwear. "Shall I…?"

Kurt gave an encouraging nod, as Puck began slowly pulling down his boxers, licking his lips as Kurt's erected penis came into view. He had to contain himself not to suck him raw right then and there.

Kurt had to keep his eyes focused on the ceiling as his blush became even more apparent on his features. As Puck threw away his boxers, he had to chuckle. Reaching for Kurt's cheek, forcing him to look at him, he whispered: "You're beautiful."

Kurt's entire body relaxed at that comment, and he looked into his boyfriend's eyes, before pulling him in for yet another kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Puck got rid of his own boxers, and Kurt's eyes widened at the size of him.

"See something you like, baby?" Puck asked, as he delivered yet another kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Kurt couldn't even answer as he was too occupied focusing on his boyfriend's erection on his thigh as well as his own.

Puck started trailing little kisses down his boyfriend's neck, touching him gently in the process. He let his lips trail from his neck, down to his nipples, as he took the left one in his mouth and started sucking lightly on it, again feeling it harden.

Kurt let out yet another low moan at this, and he could feel his boyfriend's erection grow almost instantly at that.

Looking back up into the brunette's eyes for assurance that everything was okay, Puck let his hand trail down to his boyfriend's erection, palming it ever so gently. Kurt let out a series of gasps and moans at his touches. As if he wasn't hard enough as it was…

Puck let go of him after a couple of minutes, as he again asked: "You ready?"

Kurt nodded, and licked his lips as his boyfriend reached for the condom. Puck let out a small, low moan as he put it on his throbbing erection. He then reached for the lube and put a healthy amount on his fingers.

He trailed his hand over Kurt's erection once more, before slowly trailing it down for his entrance. Locking his eyes with his boyfriend, he planted a soft kiss to his lips. "Just relax, babe," he whispered, as he pushed the tip of his finger in just slightly, drawing little circles, stretching the best he could.

It was only a dull feeling. Not painful at all, but not entirely pleasant either. When Puck was sure Kurt had adjusted, he pushed his finger in all the way, ever so slowly. Kurt let out a soft gasp. It still wasn't painful, only a bit uncomfortable.

"You okay, baby?" Puck asked, between the kisses he was planting to his neck and jawline.

Kurt just nodded. "One more," he whispered. Even though it wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling, he was still incredibly turned on, and he wanted this to feel good as soon as possible.

Puck nodded and slowly added another finger. Kurt let out a sharp gasp. Now it was a little painful. He forced himself to relax. "Too much?" Puck asked.

Kurt shook his head. "No… Just need time to… Adjust."

Puck nodded understandingly, now having both his fingers inside his boyfriend. His walls were so tight around him and it felt rather amazing. He wanted to add one more just to stretch him a little more, but he needed to know Kurt was ready. He would always need to know that he was ready.

Kurt eventually gave an encouraging nod, allowing him to add another finger. And so he did. Kurt hissed in pain, and Puck leaned down to again suck on his nipple, distracting him from any pain he had caused. Kurt immediately relaxed, and Puck eventually started palming his erection again, which had gone a bit softer due to the former pain, that was now resting only as a dull ache.

"Tell me when to move, baby…," Puck whispered, his voice enough to make Kurt harden again.

Kurt nodded after a few seconds. "Okay…"

Puck slowly pulled his fingers out, only to push them in, a little more determined than before, but still quite slowly. Kurt relaxed against them. They only felt slightly uncomfortable now, and he knew he could learn to enjoy this rather quickly.

Puck pulled them out again, and pushed in, repeating this gesture a couple of times, increasing his pace a little for every time. And then Kurt let out a gasp that was anything but pained; this was a gasp of pleasure. "Oh my god…"

Puck grinned as he crooked his fingers slightly as he pushed in, causing another pleasured yelp from Kurt. "Oh god… Oh god, Puck… Faster."

He could do that. He was now practically rimming him, and Kurt fucked himself against his fingers. Puck was mesmerized by the sight of his boyfriend, who looked like he was taken straight out of some porn magazine; his round ass filled, his face flushed. He was so fucking perfect.

"Puck… Fuck me… Please…"

Puck swore he could have come right then and there. He slowly pulled out his fingers, grabbed the lube and prepared himself, lining himself up against Kurt's opening.

Only laying there for a while, Puck looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "Hold my hand," he whispered, and Kurt reached for his hand, laying both their hands on his pillow beside his head, - "Squeeze it when it hurts, and tell me if it hurts too badly. Okay?"

Kurt nodded and his heart swelled with love for the man above him. "I love you," he whispered, and Puck leaned down to kiss him passionately. As he didn't pull back, Kurt realized what he was about to. He was about to make the experience as pleasant as possible.

Slowly propped himself against his opening, and pushed only the tip of his cock in. Kurt let out a gasp against his mouth and squeezed his hand slightly. Puck let out a low moan, before asking: "You okay?"

Kurt nodded, and Puck felt his muscles tense around him, until he finally seemed relaxed enough. "Ready?"

Kurt nodded again, and Puck pushed in all the way, his pace ever so slow. Kurt let out a gasp. Now it was entirely painful, but it still didn't hurt too badly. Even though it was painful, the atmosphere absolutely wasn't. Despite everything, he felt safe, protected, and nothing, not a single thing about this, reminded him of his past experiences with these technics.

Puck was trailing kisses along his neck, panting heavily. "Damn baby…," he moaned, stroking his cheek ever so slightly, - "You okay?"

Kurt nodded hesitantly. "Yeah," he said, and Puck felt him relax around him. "Move," Kurt commanded, and Puck grinned.

He could definitely do that.

He began at a slow pace, palming Kurt's erection in the process, letting go when Kurt was hard enough. All Kurt felt now was a dull ache that very soon would turn to some incredible pleasure.

Quite right; as Puck quickened his pace, Kurt let out that familiar pleasant moan, and Puck knew this was the cue that everything was fine. Fucking fantastic, in fact.

Puck's panting became a bit louder, and definitely more heated as his pace quickened, and Kurt didn't even let out coherent words.

"God Noah…," he moaned, and Puck let out a pleasant moan at the mention of his first name, - "Say my name, baby…"

"Oh…, oh god… Noah…"

His pace increased even further, and Kurt's hips buckled upwards. Puck knew those hip moves he pulled off were good for something.

Kurt knew he wouldn't last very long, which was quite suitable, because neither would Puck. A couple of minutes later, Kurt let out a long wail of 'Noah' as he toppled over the edge at Puck's command of 'come for me, baby'. Puck followed suit after, - "Oh god Kurt… So fucking hot…"

They slumped down on the bed, both completely out of breath. Puck immediately pulled Kurt as close as he possibly managed, trailing kisses along his neck, as he tried to regain his breath.

Kurt turned towards him, a teary smile on his features. concerned Puck stroked his cheek. "You okay?"

Kurt nodded a wide smile on his face. "I'm just so happy…," he whispered, his voice was hoarse from screaming.

Puck sighed relieved. "Guess I didn't screw up this, huh?" he said with a shaky laugh.

Kurt gave him a look. "You haven't screwed up anything, Noah," he whispered, and cuddled up against his boyfriend's chest.

They lay like that for a while, neither of them saying much. Rachel and Finn came home about ten minutes later, and Puck broke the silence as he heard what kind of action was going on in Finn's bedroom. With a pained expression he said: "Shall we tell them to keep it down?"

Kurt let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "No," he said, - "Rachel deserves her perfect first time. I know I got mine."

Usually Puck would probably argue and remind him that this hadn't really been his first time, but he decided against it. Kurt had gotten his perfect first time, and for once in his life, Noah Puckerman felt genuinely good about himself.

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They both took a bath together the morning after, before they went for breakfast. Little did they know that Kurt's demons now almost had completely vanished. His nightmares would become dull, weak and unreal through the next weeks, until they were no more.

Little did they know that they would stay together through the rest of the school year, only breaking up for an hour due to a misunderstanding revolving around their future plans. Little did they know that this break up didn't only result in some real good make up sex, but that the makeup sex came from the most heated angry sex anyone could ever imagine.

They knew, however, that Shelby and Beth would be gone within a couple of weeks, and that Kurt would stand by Puck the whole time, as the only one knowing that his world again was falling apart around him. But he would be alright.

Little did they know that Puck would get a surprising visit from his long-lost father who begged him for rent money. And he would give it to him, just so he would never have to see him again. Little did they know that Puck would fail the exam that he depended on for his way out of Lima.

And they would never know that the real reason why Puck, despite everything, got another go at that test, was because he gave a woman the kick to get the hell out of an abusive relationship. Noah Puckerman might have saved two lives that year.

Little did they know that everything Kurt had worked for that year would fall apart around him as he didn't get into NYADA. But they would be alright. By summer they headed off to California together.

And how everything went there, is another story for another day.

But one thing, I think everyone could keep in mind: Noah Puckerman wasn't stupid. Far from it. He had brains. He just didn't like using them all the time. But the secret, and the reality, was that he did use them all the time.

How else could he have accomplished the change he had gone through since sophomore year as gracefully and naturally as he had done?

And Kurt made sure to remind him of that from time to time.

A/N: That's it folks! I have several other Glee fanfics coming up, so stay tuned! I hope you liked this one, and I am contemplating making a sequel. Thank you for following this story!

*got the reference?