Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Note: So here is the alternate ending! It's not much, but it's the gist of what would've happened, had Puck not been shot. As a result, this story is now COMPLETE and will be marked as being so. I hope you like it.

"You know, we might have to kick Finn out of the house, unless you wanna have a threesome," Kurt giggled.

"No, thanks," Puck rolled his eyes. "Besides, I see Finn in the locker room all the time. So not worth it."

Kurt smacked his arm lightly. "He's my stepbrother! I see him in the shower!"

"Is he better than me?" Puck asked with mock jealousy.

"Of course not," Kurt blushed. "Your penis is bigger. And you have better arms."

Puck laughed. "Why thank you, sir."

"Anytime," Kurt moved closer to Puck.

"God, you're adorable," Puck slipped his hand into Kurt's.

"I try," Kurt giggled, lacing his fingers into Puck's, finding a strange, sudden comfort in the older boy's rough hands.

"And you succeed," Puck kissed Kurt's temple softly.

"You know what? You're the best boyfriend in the world," Kurt leaned his head against Puck's arm, enjoying how warm and strong it felt beneath his cheek.

"No, I'm pretty sure that would be you," Puck teased him.

"No, you," Kurt gave Puck a playful shove.

"No, you," Puck tickled Kurt's ribs gently, earning him another shove. "Come on," Puck picked him up and swung him onto his back. "Let's go home."


"Are you sure you want to do this?" a breathless Puck asked, lying on top of a half-naked Kurt.

Kurt nodded, unable to speak. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay," Puck pressed his lips to Kurt's forehead. "I'm just making sure…I don't want to hurt you…not just physically, but I don't wanna hurt you emotionally, you know?"

"I know," Kurt reached up to stroke Puck's cheek, causing a shiver to travel down the Jewish teen's spine. "But I think I'm ready for this. I love you, Noah, and I want to be with you."

"Forever?" Puck dared to ask, holding his breath as he awaited Kurt's answer.

"I don't know about forever," Kurt murmured. "But right now, yes. Maybe forever. All I know is that right now, in this moment, I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone."

Puck brushed a tear away from Kurt's long eyelashes. "I love you, you know."

"I know," Kurt brought Puck in for a longing kiss, feeling a newfound fire in his belly.

They made sweet love that night. And Kurt was not afraid, nor in pain.


Three months later

"God, I love you," Puck spooned Kurt, nibbling his ear gently.

"Love you, too," Kurt murmured, loving how warm Puck was keeping him, how he seemed to fit so perfectly into the older boy's large arms, how Puck's breath tickled the back of his neck.

"I have something for you," Puck got up.

"What's that?" Kurt sat up, pulling his boxers back up.

"Just this," Puck mumbled, handing Kurt a jewelry box. Kurt accepted it curiously. He opened it up to find a silver bracelet with "forever" inscripted in it.

"Oh!" Kurt's eyes welled with tears. "Oh, Noah, it's beautiful," he slid it on right away.

"I hoped you'd like it," Puck blushed. "Does it fit good?"

"Yes," Kurt admired it. "It's perfect." He dug around in his nightstand drawer. "I have something for you, too," he slid in close to Puck. "Here."

"What's this?" Puck waggled his eyebrows, unwrapping it. "Kurt…what's…?"

"A promise ring," Kurt said, sliding it onto Puck's finger. "With this ring, I promise myself to you…forever."

"Forever?" Puck's eyes widened. "You really mean it?"

"Check the back," Kurt flushed pink.

Puck turned it over. "K&N," he read aloud. "I love it," he wrestled Kurt into a bear hug, resulting in a sweet kiss.

"I'm glad you do," Kurt whispered. "And I'm yours forever, if you want me."

"I do," Puck kissed Kurt again. "I do."

And forever, Kurt was Noah's.