Last Chapter Guys. Sorry this took me so long. I just wasn't inspired. Today i randomly was. Just so you know, this whole story was inspired by a dream and this last chapter was inspired by the song Kurt sings, which is also the title of this final chapter. I love you guys who've stuck with me even though its taken forever for me to upload. Love you, Please Review.

P.s. This is a longer one. Its that way cause I had a lot to say and cause well, I'm sucking up for how long its taken to write this. I also just wrote the ending to my Two shot "Letters to The Past", check it out.


Mr. Schue's assignment of the week had been long forgotten by all but two people after all the trials and tribulations of the past few days. To pick a song just to sing to someone in the room, with slight alterations to make it more personal, hadn't felt like that big of a deal after what had happened. Everyone had pretty much considered the assignment cancelled, well, everyone except Kurt Hummel and Noah Puckerman.

Kurt arrived early, as usual, with Mercedes in tow. He had decided that maybe he needed to sing it out, maybe it would help with the whole situation and help him loosen up a bit. Plus, he was having enough drama, getting beaten and raped was one thing, but having a crisis over the schools resident badass who happens to be straight? Well, he figured he might as well get one problem off his mind.

Puck arrived late, as usual, sliding into his seat just seconds before Mr. Schue entered the room. He avoided Kurt's gaze, and cursed inwardly as his hands started shaking. "Stupid hands," he muttered under his breath, earning himself a curious look from both Finn at his left and the little midget he called his girlfriend the next seat over.

"Well," Mr. Schue started his voice full of his usual pep, " since everyone's been a little caught up this week in all the drama, I've decided I'm going to cancel this weeks performances." Kurt was shocked, he had worked rather hard on this assignment, maybe it was to get his mind off Noah but still, he had worked hard. He was just about to mention that he wanted to perform when he heard another voice. "What?" Turning his head towards the sound he saw none other than Noah Puckerman.

Puck had worked all damn week on this assignment just to have in cancelled? Nu-uh! That was so not going to happen. "Mr. Schue I worked really hard on a number for this assignment," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I want to perform."

Kurt found his moment to step in. "Me too Mr. Schue. I've been working all week on it. I had to change some of the lyrics and everything." It was then he glanced up at the teacher, finally pulling his gaze away from Noah. "Can I still do my number?"

Mr. Schue paused, appearing to contemplate his answer, although he had known from the moment they had asked that he would allow them to perform. They both had some big emotions they needed to get out. He glanced at both boys, taking in their expressions of both desperation and nervousness. "Sure," he said, clapping his hands together, "Kurt, you first?"

"County road two thirty-three, under my feet, nothing on this white rock but little old me. I've got two miles 'til, he makes bail, and if I'm right we're headed straight for hell." Kurt wasn't really a big fan of country, but the song was just too perfect, just explained his feelings so well, that he made an exception for this particular song. He could have sang it in a higher register, but he decided that Miranda Lambert had the right idea, so he kept it low and tried to add some twang to make him feel more country.

"I'm going home gunna load my shot-gun, wait by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fight well now he's got one and he ain't seen me crazy yet. Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll don't that sound like a real man?" The meaning of Kurt's song hit everyone like a freight train, the emotion pouring out in bucket-full's. "I'm gunna show him what this boy's made of, Gunpowder and lead."

Will hadn't been expect something like this, but figured that Kurt had to get it out, so he allowed the boy to finish.

"Well its half past ten, another six-pack in, I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind. He pulls in the drive, gravel flies, he don't know what's waiting here this time!" Kurt put his all into the performance, the pain, confusion, anger, he set it all free. He needed this. "Hey, I'm going home gunna load my shot-gun, wait by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fight well now he's got one and he ain't seen me crazy yet. Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll don't that sound like a real man? I'm gunna show him what this boy's made of, Gunpowder and lead."

"His fist is big, but my gun's bigger. He'll find out when I pull the trigger!" When Kurt glanced at Puck at the mention of his gun, Puck almost laughed, the gun reference escaping everyone but him. He felt less worried and more satisfied with Kurt's song choice after that, knowing fully that not only was the smaller boy trying to deal with his problems, but he was fully trusting Puck, no, Noah to be there for him. He knew that he would be, he wanted to be.

"Hey, I'm going home gunna load my shot-gun, wait by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fight well now he's got one and he ain't seen me crazy yet. Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll don't that sound like a real man? I'm gunna show him what this boy's made of, Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead! Gun powder and lead!" When Kurt finished he was panting, but waited till the band was done before putting his index finger and thumb into a gun shape, the same one he had made on Monday, but this time he pointed it at Puck, and with a little wink and a smile, he finished the song with a "Bang!"

Silence. The quiet in the room was deafening. That is, it was, until Puck busted out laughing, Kurt following suit no less than three seconds later. The rest of the group just stared, muttering between each other that they didn't understand what's so funny and that the two gleeks must be off their rockers, which only resulted in more obscenely loud giggles from the two boys. Mr. Schue decided that now was probably a good time to intervene, clapping his hands to get the groups attention. "That was…amazing Kurt. There was so much emotion. Thank you." he then turned to Puck, who was trying to catch his breath. "Your turn Puck."

His hands shook for the second time today, and the nervousness spread to his abdomen, where what could only be interpreted as butterflies decided to take up residence. "Can Artie, Finn, Matt and Mike help me out here," he spoke, confusing the female half of the group, as the boys, minus Kurt, grabbed stools so that they could sit behind Puck. Kurt had half the decency to feel offended but it instantly changed to nervousness as the snapping of fingers and the boys voices began to mingle. He recognized the tune, an Air Supply ballad his father used to play for his mom when he was smaller. He figured the boy meant to sing for Quinn, or Rachel, but when the jock turned towards the small counter-tenor his heart almost stopped in his chest.

"Everybody needs a little time away, I heard him say, from each other. Even lovers need a holiday, far away, from each other." Noah grabbed Kurt's hand, startling the rest of the group, but he continued singing, staring into the smaller boy's blue-green eyes. "Hold me now. It's hard for me to say I'm sorry. I just want you to stay. And after all that you've been through, I will make it up to you, I promise you. And after all that's been said and done, you're just the part of me I can't let go, of." The acapella quality of the song was shocking, the boys in the back creating the beat and emphasizing Pucks words. Kurt died a little right then, Puck was serenading him in front of everyone, and he honestly loved it.

"Couldn't stand to be kept away, not for a day, from your body. Wouldn't wanna be swept away, far away, from the one that I love." Puck rose from his knees, walking around Kurt's chair but never once taking his eyes off the kicker. He sat next to Tina who he glanced at with a smile, asking her for a little help with his eyes. When she joined in on the next chorus, the shock must have worn off, as the rest of the girls joined in soon after, the boys continuing the ooh's in the background. "Oh, hold me now. It's hard for me to say I'm sorry. I just want you to know. Oh hold me now, I really wanna tell you I'm sorry, I could never let you go." Puck continued on his own, standing again and pulling Kurt out of his seat and into his arms. "And after all that we've been through, I will make it up to you, I promise you. And after all that's been said and done, you're just, a part of me I can't let go, of. I can't let go….."

Kurt smiled up at Noah as the tears started rolling down his face. Puck raised his hands, resting it on the small boys cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumbs. "I love you," he said, keeping his words short and sweet, knowing that's what Kurt needed. The kicker softened his stance and collapsed into the arms of the big jock. "Ya know," Kurt started, mumbling into Noah's chest, "sometimes you're really stupid…" Pucks face turned into a confused frown, his heart beating faster with every second. "But then you do things like this, and I can't help but fall in love with you…"

When Noah and Kurt shared their second kiss, the applause from the rest of the club was deafening. Mr. Schue clapped along, smiling the whole time. No one heard him mutter, "Its about time," under his breath, because no one needed to, they were all thinking the same thing.

THE END