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Shit. That was the only word to describe it. Kurt was supposed to be his. All his. That was the point. No one else was supposed to want Kurt. That way Kurt wouldn't want to leave him or cheat or anything because Noah was the only one who wanted him.
Everyone abandoned him at some point, but not Kurt. Kurt had nowhere else to go, no one else who would be his boyfriend. That was the idea when he first courted Kurt anyway.
It didn't take much. Some kisses, a few cheap presents (not that Noah could afford more than cheap), and then letting Kurt blow him. More recently he'd contemplated fucking Kurt’s ass, but that seemed a little gay. Puck had hookups with cheerleaders to fulfill that need.
Oh, Kurt knew about them, knew Noah wasn't faithful, but as Puck reminded him, he wasn't going to do any better. Besides, Noah loved him. It was cute, that girly little gasp Kurt gave and the huge smile his face broke into whenever Noah said he loved him.
But now this hyperactive munchkin with a face full of eyebrows was making eyes at his Kurt. Worse, Kurt was liking it. Liking the attention. Liking the way Blaine treated him.
Kurt didn't have much self-esteem. Noah knew that. Hell, he played on it. It wasn't hard to make Kurt think that Noah would be the only one to ever love him. Except, now...
“Oh ghod yes!” the hobbit enthused, “I loved that Vogue cover.”
“I know! Wasn't it just fabulous?”
“The dress she wore was divine!”
“Yeah, I bought you that copy of Vogue,” Noah muttered under his breath. With a determined stride, he walked straight up to the hobbit. “Hi.”
Kurt smiled so broadly at him that Noah almost felt guilty. “Oh, Noah, this is Blaine. I met him when I was being a terrible spy.”
Blaine and Kurt laughed.
“Kurt, can I talk to you?”
“Sure.”
Grabbing Kurt’s hand, Noah dragged him away. He pulled Kurt into an empty dressing room and shut the door firmly behind him. Then he shoved Kurt into the door and kissed him hard. Kurt, his Kurt, responded with a whimper and a gasp. Tangling his fingers in Kurt’s hair, he yanked the other boy’s head to the side so he could suck on his boyfriend’s neck, leave a mark of ownership so that fucking hobbit would know who Kurt belonged to — well not who, but would know that Kurt was owned.
“Noah,” Kurt moaned, “Oh, Noah!”
Finally satisfied with the mark on Kurt’s neck, Noah whispered, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, oh, you!”
“Who loves you?”
“You!”
“That’s right. Don't you forget it.” He let Kurt go, opened the door and walked out.
Kurt, still shaking a little, emerged a few minutes later. Noah frowned to himself. Was Kurt shaking from frustrated desire? He couldn't tell. He'd never seen, or wanted to see because that was pretty gay, Kurt’s dick, but he assumed it was pretty small because even in jeans as tight as Kurt always wore, Noah had never seen him pop a boner.
But what if...
What if Noah wasn't doing it for Kurt? He'd always assumed that just being able to touch him was a thrill for the boy. After all, Puck was a sex shark.
What if that bushy browed freak could make Kurt hard?
Kurt might leave him.
Hell no! That was it. He was just going to have to make his boyfriend come. It shouldn’t be too hard. Kurt liked hot guys and he was a hot guy after all. That should make Kurt happy. Noah did like it when Kurt was happy. A happy Kurt gave excellent blow jobs, enthusiastic moans, and made delicious cookies. Not all at once, of course.
Well, and maybe he was going to have to be a little nicer to him. Not gay or anything. Just, you know... There was no way he was letting that hobbit get his hands on Kurt.
Step one, he sat next to Kurt on the ride home.
“Noah?”
“S’up?”
Kurt looked around, a bit nervous. He knew the rules and rule number one was that no one was supposed to know about them.
“So, that kid...”
“Blaine,” Kurt supplied, helpfully.
“Right, Dwayne. You like him?”
“He’s my friend.”
“He's a fag?”
“You know I don't like it when you use words like that, Noah.”
Puck just looked at him.
“Yes, he's gay also.” Kurt paused, but he couldn't help talking. He never could. “Isn’t he nice? We like so many of the same things. It's so wonderful to meet another gay kid. I was starting to think I was the only one in Ohio.”
Shit. Puck knew it. Kurt was falling for this freak. “You want to blow him?”
“What? No!” Kurt glanced around to make sure no one would hear him. “I would never. I love you,” he whispered.
“I saw you. You want to swing on his dick the way I let you swing on mine.”
“No. No, it's not true. I love you. Please believe me.”
“I wouldn't blame you,” Puck admitted softly. If Kurt heard him, he gave no indication.
Mercedes grabbed Kurt as soon as they stepped off the bus. “You all right? Did that thug do something to you?”
“No, it's fine.”
“Oh, boy!” She turned his head to get a good look at one of the hickies. “Wow.”
“That...that...uh...”
Santana wolf whistled. “Go Hummel!”
Kurt blushed.
“It was that boy, wasn't it?” Mercedes guessed.
“The good looking one?” Tina asked.
Kurt laughed. “They were all good looking.”
The girls laughed with him. Puck frowned, but Finn dragged him away before he could hear the rest of the conversation.
Later that night, Noah crawled through Kurt’s window. It was a common enough occurrence that Kurt always kept his window unlocked and cracked a little to make it easier for him.
“Noah?”
“Hey baby.”
“I didn’t tell anyone.”
“I know you didn’t, baby. Here, I brought this for you.” He handed Kurt one of those fake roses from 7-11 wrapped in a folded over paper bag.
“Oh, Noah, it's beautiful.”
“Cause I love you, baby. No one else loves you like me.”
Kurt smiled and leaned up for a kiss and Noah granted him one. Kurt’s lips were soft and plump. Noah liked kissing him, but normally he rationed his kisses, not wanting Kurt to get the wrong idea and think he was gay too or something. But now there was that fuckin’ munchkin on speed to think about.
So, Noah made out with Kurt on his bed until Kurt was whimpering. “You want to come, baby?”
“Mmm, that’s all right. This is so nice.”
“Nice? It's just nice? Fuck, are you gay or not? Do you not want this body?”
Kurt frowned. “Is there something wrong? You don't like when I, you know, get gay and stuff. It's so nice just to kiss you.”
“To kiss anyone.”
“You. It's only you I want to kiss. I love you.”
“You just love me because I'll kiss you. It's not like boys are lining up to do it. I'm your only option...only now I'm not. Now there's that midget.”
“Blaine.” Kurt sighed. “Look, yes, sometimes it would be nice to go out with a guy who actually admitted he was gay-”
“Admitted!?!”
“You're gay, Noah. Boys who kiss boys are not straight.”
“I'm not a fuckin’ fag,” Puck growled. Without thinking about it, he tightened his fingers on Kurt’s arms.
“Noah? Noah, that hurts.”
Letting go, Puck shoved Kurt away. “Fuck this. You're hot, you're cold. Make up your mind.”
“I think you should leave.”
“Kurt, baby-”
“Go.”
“I would never ever hurt you. I just lost my head for a moment.”
Kurt’s voice rose a few decibels, heedless of the sleeping people elsewhere in the home. “You already treat me like shit half the time, Noah, and I put up with it because I love you.”
“You only love me because I'm your only option.”
“Maybe that's true. Now, get out.” Kurt crossed his arms. Noah knew from experience that this would be it. Kurt didn't dig in his heels often, but when he did, he could be a stubborn bastard.
Noah left.
The next morning, Noah brought Kurt a cup of coffee. He'd done it before a few times at the beginning of their relationship. It was a sure fire way to get Kurt to forgive him, except not this morning.
“Oh, thanks, Noah. Plain black?”
“I thought, you know, you like coffee.”
Kurt sighed. “I do like coffee. Thank you. I have to get to class.” He walked away. Puck trailed after him, watching, and saw Kurt toss the cup in the trash after he turned the corner.
When Kurt was on his way to lunch, Noah grabbed his arm and yanked him into the janitor’s closet.
“Noah,” Kurt breathed. “Did you want something?” He began to fall to his knees even before he finished his sentence, but Noah kept hold of his arm, holding him upright.
“You threw out the coffee.”
“Noah?”
“I saw you. Why?”
“It's, well, I don't like it black.”
“How do you like it?”
“Medium blend with soy milk and a half shot of espresso.”
Noah just blinked at him. “I'm supposed to remember some fruity order like that?”
“Blaine does.”
“He knows your fuckin’ coffee order?”
“Of course. We go for coffee most days after school now. He gets a medium drip with room for cream and he puts two shots of cream and a shot of caramel in it.”
Noah growled. That fuckin’ hobbit was one step ahead again!
“Noah, you don't have to know my coffee order to prove that you love me.”
Kurt might say that now, but how long before he realized what everyone else seemed to already know, that Noah was just a Lima Loser. That was it. He was just going to have to do this boyfriend thing right if he wanted to keep Kurt.
After a few soul searing kisses, he let Kurt go to lunch. Then he went in search of Mike. Mike was wise and he could also keep his mouth shut. They found an empty bench outside and Noah explained the situation to him.
“And I'm gonna lose him because I've been such an ass,” he concluded.
Mike nodded. “Honestly, if I were Kurt, I'd leave you.”
“Not helping, dude.”
“Look, when I want a girl to forgive me, I go down on her. That's what I would do.”
“Dude, I can't do that. That's so gay.”
Mike blinked at him. “If you're not gay, why are you dating Kurt? I mean, just out of curiosity.”
“I told you, dude, because he won't leave me, only now he's gonna.”
“Hasn’t he always had the option of just not being with anyone?”
“He's lonely. Haven't you seen how the guys around here won't even get near him, afraid they're gonna touch him by accident or somethin’? They treat him like a fuckin’ leper, even you, Mike.”
Mike frowned, but he couldn't disagree. “You do too,” he finally said.
“Not when he and I are alone.”
“That might be something you have to do, go public.”
“Dude, no way!”
“Look, if you want to keep him as your boyfriend, you're going to have to at least be willing to do what Blaine is willing to do.”
Puck frowned. It was true. He was going to have to fight for his boy and that meant doing what gay guys did.