So I didn't expect this chapter to come together like this. I wanted to prolong this story another two chapters maybe but once I got started I just couldn't stop and this is the final chapter. Its long and full of ups and downs but I think as an ending it came out rather nicely. Don't worry, I have plans for another story but it won't be a sequel to this story. I realized that that way I ended things here was very good and I don't want to ruin this story with a not as equally entertaining sequel. But my next story will be pretty different and hopefully you'll look out for it. Now, to the final chapter...
Kurt could not contain himself anymore. It was like every emotion he was holding inside burst out of him at that very moment. He looked out into the crowd and saw his father and his step mother Carole all smiling at him. He tried to hardest to hold back tears but it was all too much. The underclassmen in the glee club were right in the front cheering for him and he was beyond overwhelmed by the love he felt. Even from Blaine and Sebastian. At this point he would smile at anyone that cheered for him. It was graduation day and he had finally finished! He managed to maintain a three point nine GPA throughout high school and he was going to pursue all of his dreams. The glee club had gone to nationals and won! He became popular the last two weeks of school and did not have to worry about being slushied or thrown into the garbage bin or slammed into the locker room. He finished high school on an amazing note. No one could bring him down.
Well, nearly no one.
He looked from the crowd to the guitar playing jock who was singing their walking song. The jock did not look his way and did not try to make eye contact. Similarly to how he had been behaving for the past four months.
After that day in the locker room, Kurt had gone home and cried on Santana's shoulder for nearly two hours. She had rubbed his back and tried to soothe his pain but inside Kurt had felt like he was dying. Everything was confusing and he didn't know how to express it but through tears. But eventually the Latina had stopped his tears and made him realize that this was the best thing for him. Not being around Puck or having him in his life would only make him a happier person. Kurt had only agreed in fear of being hit by the cheerleader if he tried to argue. But everything she had said was true.
The first week had been the hardest time. He constantly saw the Jewish teen in the hallway and he knew that if he had the chance, Puck would attempt to pull him off and convince him to hear him out. But thanks to the protection of Santana, Kurt was never alone in the hallway long enough for that. Puck would try to make eye contact but instead he was met with the bitchiest glare of Santana. And when Santana wasn't around, Quinn made sure to keep Kurt from falling for the jock's charm. After that week, Puck didn't try to talk to Kurt. He didn't make eye contact and he didn't even try to sit by him in glee. It was as if the two never met each other.
And Kurt couldn't have been more appreciative of that.
That following month at regionals Kurt and Quinn sang a duet and managed to lead the New Directions to victory—though Finn and Rachel beg to differ that it was their moving ballad. From that point Kurt knew that he was meant for great things. So he auditioned for NYADA with Rachel. But secretly, Kurt knew that it would be hard for both of the teens to get in; which is why he also sent applications to NYU and to FIT—the Fashion Institute of Technology. So when Kurt found out only days before nationals that he hadn't been accepted into NYADA he wasn't too disappointed. He got into but of the other schools he'd applied for but decided that FIT was the perfect choice for him. Though he would not become a Broadway star anymore, he was still happy with the idea of being a fashion designer or even a fashion stylist. Going to nationals was just the best feeling for the boy. Unlike the year before, the team truly came together and work towards winning, and when their name was called at the end of the competition not one person didn't have a smile on their face. There were a lot of tears, a lot of congratulations, and plenty of hugs. But the only two that didn't acknowledge each other was Puck and Kurt. They didn't even look in the other's direction. It was truly as if they were invisible to each other.
But for Kurt, the other boy's presence never went unknown. Kurt always could tell when Puck was near or when he had just left. He remembered the boy's scent or the way he walked and if those things didn't trigger his presence it was his silly hairstyle. (A silly hairstyle that Kurt once hated, and then loved to rub his fingers through and now can only see as another memory to a chapter of his life he never wanted to revisit.) Whenever Puck was near Kurt didn't acknowledge him though. It wasn't like the Karofsky situation when he tensed up whenever the boy was around. It was simply the fact that he knew that Puck was near him. There was nothing to be done or said about it, he just knew the boy was there.
Kurt had to be thankful for the whole ordeal though. Because of what the boy had put him through Kurt learned life lessons that he would be able to take with him to New York. First and foremost: don't fall in love with someone who can't love you out loud. It was his biggest rule and he never intended to ever break that rule again. Even though Puck had said that he loved Kurt aloud, it was the point that he did not want to be public about his feelings that killed Kurt most. And he wasn't going to relive that ever again.
From now on Kurt was going to love himself until he was able to find someone who wasn't ashamed of themselves of him. This is the logic that brought Kurt to stand on the very stage he was on smiling like a fool. He was sitting next to Santana as they waited for the graduation ceremony to be over. He looked over to the smiling Latina and they both reached for each other's hand. He gave it a firm squeeze before looking back at the walking graduating class. Finally, principal Figgins announced the graduating class of 2012 and they all stood and cheered while some tossed their caps into the air. Kurt felt the tears building up in his eye and falling as he embraced Santana.
"We did it Sanny," Kurt said while giggling. "We are out of this place!"
Santana pulled back and wiped the tears from her eyes. "And that's not the end of us Lady; you have four more years of me." She said.
When Santana found out Brittany wasn't going to be graduating with her she had been disappointed but she didn't want to end her dreams. She initially wanted to go to school in Louisville so she would be close to the blonde and be able to cheer in college, but she realized that wasn't what she wanted to do with her life. Of course she loved Brittany, but she didn't want to start her life settling for being comfortable when she could venture out and take risks. So she applied for Tisch Theater department at NYU and got in. She and Kurt decided they would get an apartment together near both of their schools. They were going to be together again and they couldn't be happier.
"Don't worry; I'd take twelve more years with you bitch." Kurt said and kissed his best friend's cheek.
They both released their hold on each other and agreed to meet back up with each other in the choir room with the other glee club members after they saw their parents. Kurt walked down the stairs of the stage and was instantly crushed by his father. He heard many jumbled words of encouragement and congratulations from overenthusiastic father. This was the first time he had seen the man so emotional and happy at the same time in a while. Kurt knew his father was proud of him and he was touched. After speaking to Carole and Finn the two newly graduated teens walked together to the choir room.
There all of the members were chatting and making plans for that night. Many of the eighteen year old members were making plans of going out to a dance club or even getting matching tattoos, and Kurt was overwhelmed with happiness at the sight of the team all being happy at one time. Kurt looked over at the drums and saw Puck standing there on his own just smiling. He knew he shouldn't, but there was something that just told him that he should talk to the boy.
"Hi." Kurt said when he approached the jock.
Puck looked at him and his smile faded, a frown taking its place instead. The boy didn't verbally respond but gave a head nod.
Kurt rolled his eyes instantly knowing he had made a mistake. "Well congratulations on graduating. I heard you're going to LA and I wish you the best."
He turned on his heel and began to walk to where Santana, Quinn, and Brittany were sitting. He expected the jock to stop him, or call him back, but he didn't. So Kurt joined the girls and they started to make plans of their own to spend the night out on the town together.
"Well guys, that's it." Mr. Schuster said as he entered the room slowly. His eyes were rimmed red and it was obvious he had been crying. "All you seniors did it. You made it through what is considerably the hardest time in your life and you all came out successful. I couldn't be any prouder of any of you. I love you guys so much."
The seniors all ganged up and pulled the emotional Spanish teacher into a group hug. Nearly everyone was on the verge of crying again so they broke apart and took seats in the risers.
"So if there is nothing else goodbye you guys." Mr. Schuster said. He brought his hands to his lips and blew a kiss to all of the students before walking out. Sniffling the whole way.
"Wow, I have never seen Mr. Schue so upset." Finn said.
"Yes well honey, he is simply upset that his first glee club team has mostly graduated and now he is going to have to find someone as talented as me for next year." Rachel said.
Puck stepped to the front of the room and called for everyone's attention. "I know that you all have shit to do but I just really need to get something off my chest before we all leave. So if you could all sit down real quick."
Everyone took a seat and gave the boy their full attention.
"So if you hadn't noticed, I have changed a lot over high school. Between Quinn getting pregnant, and then Beth being given up, and juvie, then Beth coming back, and almost flunking high school, I have been through a lot of shit." He said. "But through most of that there was one person that was always there for me and I took advantage of them. I used the shit out of them for emotional problems and a few months ago I screwed it up hugely. And I have been beating myself up for it for months. I came up with a song I wanted to sing to them awhile back but I decided not to sing it because they hated me." He looked eyes with Kurt. "But today they came up to me and all my feelings couldn't be held back anymore. So I would like to sing this song to them real quick if you don't mind."
The club nodded in agreement and prepared for the song. Kurt tensed up when he made eye contact with the teen and he was unsure of what the boy was about to do.
"So before I sing, I just want to let you all know," He took a seat on the stool and looked at Kurt. "That I am madly in love with Kurt Hummel. I have been for a while and even though I was embarrassed to admit it, I am. And I need you back Kurt. I can't do this hating each other thing anymore. I love you. So much."
Kurt was lost in the words. He didn't care about the gasps or the looks he was receiving, he was locked into Puck and there was nothing else going on but the two of them. The music started and Puck began to sing.
"I miss those blue eyes/How you kiss me at night/I miss the way we sleep/Like there's no sunrise/Like the taste of your smile/I miss the way we breathe," He sang. Instantly his eyes narrowed in on Kurt's and the two looked at each other as if no one else was in the room. "But I never told you/What I should have said/No, I never told you/I just held it in/And now I miss everything about you/I can't believe it, I still want you/After all the things we've been through/I miss everything about you/Without you, whoa..."
Puck stood up and started to walk over to Kurt as he continued to sing. "I see your blue eyes/Every time I close mine/You make it hard to see/Where I belong to/When I'm not around you/It's like I'm not with me/But I never told you/What I should have said/No, I never told you/I just held it in"
He reached Kurt and grabbed both of the boy's porcelain hands into his own. "And now I miss everything about you (still you're gone)/I can't believe it, I still want you (And I'm lovin' you, I never should have walked away)/After all the things we've been through (I know it's never gonna come again)/I miss everything about you/Without you, whoa..."
Kurt's mind raced at a million miles per hour with memory after memory of the two. Their first hug, their first kiss, the times they laughed and joked, Puck picking the boy up and swinging him around as they kissed, Puck holding him in his arms as they lied down together, them falling asleep together and him being woken up by Puck's gentle kiss. But it wasn't only the good memories that flooded his mind; the bad ones returned also. Kurt having to walk in the cold that day, Puck yelling at him in the auditorium, the hateful words that had been tossed at him, their argument at the party, their argument in the library, their argument in the locker room, the looks they gave each other when they weren't talking, the days when Puck had bullied him freshman and sophomore year. Everything just hit Kurt at once and it was as if he had spent his entire year with this man, when in reality they had undergone all their problems in the length of a few months.
"But I never told you/What I should have said/No, I never told you/I just held it in/ And now I miss everything about you (still you're gone)/I can't believe it, I still want you (And I'm lovin' you, I never should have walked away)/After all the things we've been through (I know it's never gonna come again)/I miss everything about you/Without you"
Kurt looked down from the Jewish boy's eyes and sniffed to calm his tears. Puck lifted his chin up however until they once again regained eye contact.
"I love you Kurt." He said gently.
Kurt shook his head and cried still. "You can't do this to me Noah. You can't make me fall in love with you and then hurt me the way you did and think I can just take you back."
"I don't expect you to just take me back, but I want you to give me a chance to get you to trust me again." The other boy said softly.
Kurt looked around the room and realized all the members of the glee club were watching indulgently waiting for Kurt's response. Kurt looked to the ceiling and then back at the boy in front of him. "I'm sorry Noah. I can't."
The pained look that swept across his face broke Kurt's heart. He never intended on being the one to break Noah's heart, but he had to guard his own. And after everything that had happened within the last six months of the school year, Kurt couldn't imagine himself with the boy.
Puck nodded. He placed a kiss to Kurt's cheek and whispered into his ear, "I'll always love you." He backed away and released his grip of Kurt's hands. Without a word to anyone else in the room, Puck turned around and walked out of the room.
Kurt brought his hands to his eyes to wipe his tears and before he had a chance to subside his crying, he was attacked with questions. Questions he didn't want to answer nor was he going to.
The past two weeks were impossibly stressful on Kurt. He was constantly running around town getting what he needed for his descent to New York the following week. He made sure to spend at least one more day with each of the members in the glee club, minus Santana, Blaine, Sebastian, and Puck. Each time he was saying his goodbyes to his second family, he was asked on his situation with Noah Puckerman. To a few people he explained their story, but to others he stayed secretive. The last person he needed to spend time with was Finn.
Two days before he was set to leave him and his step brother were in his room packing his stuff and chatting about anything but Puck. But eventually the topic came up and Kurt reluctantly explained how everything started, and all the drama that came with the relationship.
"So Puck was the reason you were crying that one day?" Finn asked for clarification. Kurt simply nodded. "And you are the one that busted Puck's nose?"
"That I am not all that proud of, but yes that was me." Kurt explained.
Finn awed. "Wow, well I guess that all makes since. But wait, you said Puck admitted to spreading that rumor right?"
"Yeah." Kurt said while folding a sweater he had forgotten he owned. "What about it?"
"Its just strange that you smashed his nose for him protecting you." Finn shrugged and continued to pack some of Kurt's things into boxes.
Kurt paused his folding and looked at his brother. "What do you mean 'protect me'?"
"Well that day, Puck had overheard some guys in the locker room talking about you and saying some really messed up things. And apparently one of the guys started to form the idea of, uh, well, don't get scared or anything, but making you have sex with him. I guess I was super horny and wanted to make you into a slut or something. So one of the other guys asked about what if you called the police or something, but the guy had all these ideas to make sure that he wouldn't get in trouble. Since Puck was still on parole, he couldn't go bash the guy's skull in like he wanted to, so he made up that rumor about you being a slut and said you have STDs so that the guy wouldn't touch you. And it worked." Finn explained.
Kurt stood with his mouth open as he processed the information over and over in his head. "Why didn't you tell me this? You or Puck?" Kurt questioned.
"Puck didn't want you to worry about the guy and he made me promise not to tell. If you didn't know the story behind it, it was more likely you would remain calm and not act scared around school and ruin it all."
Puck hadn't hurt Kurt. He had saved him; he'd protected him from harm and tried to show that he was a good guy. Kurt instantly thought back to when he and Quinn had sung Holding out for a Hero and realized that Puck had tried to show his heroic side. Puck had truly loved him!
"I need to go find him." Kurt said pulling on the first pair of shoes he could find and grabbing his keys.
As he raced down the stairs he heard Finn call after him. "Puck is at the airport! He leaves for LA today!"
"What time?" Kurt shouted back.
Finn looked at his watch and then back at his brother. "In an hour. You can catch him if you hurry."
Kurt wasted no time getting into the car and driving to the airport. He was sure that he had broken at least twelve traffic rules but he didn't care at this point. He needed to find Noah. Suddenly, everything that the boy had done to him—the pain, the lies, the hiding, the words—none of it mattered. Noah loved him and through all they had encountered, Kurt loved him back.
Kurt reached the airport thirty minutes later and he rushed inside to find the boy. He didn't the boy in line for check in so he assumed he was already up at his terminal. Kurt sighed and ran to the security checkpoint.
"Ticket?" The lady asked him.
Kurt smacked his head and realized how idiotic he looked. "I don't have a ticket. I know this sound like a cliché love movie but, the man I am in love with is up at a terminal about to board a plane to Los Angeles and I need to stop him. He told me he loves me and I turned him down but then I found out he did such amazing things for me to protect me from homophobes and I realize now that he is the man I love and I don't want him to leave. I know I am rambling and you probably think I am crazy but I need to find him so please, help me."
The lady had wicked grey eyes and she simply looked at Kurt for a long time. "You know, I always wanted someone to do this when I was on the job." She said. A crocked smile came across her face. "Let's go get your guy."
The lady walked Kurt through security quicker than everyone else and she instructed him how to get to the terminal. Kurt ran with all his might until he reached the correct letter and number terminal. He looked around the waiting area and didn't see the boy he was looking for. He scanned harder and harder and he was nowhere to be found.
He sighed and thought about calling the boy's name out, but the thought wasn't smart considering there was a possibility someone else's name was Noah. And Puck wasn't a fitting name for the boy anymore; not now that Kurt knew the truth.
"Are you okay son?" A man carrying a red suitcase and black guitar case asked him when he saw Kurt's hurt expression.
Kurt instantly got an idea and asked the man for help, quickly explaining his situation. Luckily the man was not homophobic and agreed to a play his guitar for Kurt. Kurt stood up on a chair and the man played as he sang.
"All along it was a fever/A cold sweat hot-headed believer/I threw my hands in the air and said show me something/He said, if you dare come a little closer/Round and around and around and around we go/Ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know," Kurt sang. Soon a crowd began to swam and Kurt looked around for the boy he in search of.
"Not really sure how to feel about it/Something in the way you move/Makes me feel like I can't live without you
And it takes me all the way/I want you to stay." Kurt sang. And the guitar continued to play; Kurt realized that his chance of finding the boy were shot. So he began to step down from the chair. As his right foot touched the floor a voice perked up from the crowd.
"It's not much of a life you're living" They sang. Kurt stood back up instantly and his head followed the voice in the middle of the crowd. The voice he knew all too well. "It's not just something you take, it's given/Round and around and around and around we go/Ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know"
Noah began to walk to the front of the crowd as he continued to sing. "Not really sure how to feel about it/Something in the way you move/Makes me feel like I can't live without you/ And it takes me all the way/I want you to stay."
Noah stepped up on the chair next to Kurt's and their eyes remained locked on each other as they continued to sing. "Ohhh the reason I hold on/Ohhh cause I need this hole gone/Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving/Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving." Puck reached over and placed his hand on Kurt's cheek and they sang the ending of the song. "Not really sure how to feel about it/Something in the way you move/Makes me feel like I can't live without you/ And it takes me all the way/I want you to stay."
"What are you doing here Kurt?" Noah asked.
Kurt sighed. "Finn told me why you started that rumor. He told me everything."
"Never can trust that boy to keep a secret." Noah chuckled.
"Look I could sit here and tell you how dumb I was for not trusting you, and you could argue that I only want to be with you because I know you aren't the asshole you pretend to be. I could tell you how much you hurt me this year and you could tell me how much I hurt you. But can we just skip that part and realize that we are meant for each other?" Kurt said hopefully.
Puck sighed and looked down and back to the boy. "You do know I'm not perfect right? I fuck up and I can't promise I won't ever hurt you again."
Kurt nodded. "I know. But I can promise you, that I will never, ever, let you run me off again. If you choose to be with me Noah Puckerman, you're stuck with me for a while."
Noah smiled. "Promise?"
Kurt wrapped his arms around the boy's neck and rested his forehead against Noah's. "The waiting game is over Noah. You won." Noah picked the boy up by the waist and trapped his lips in a kiss. The airport terminal for the most part cheered and wolf whistled for the pair. Kurt giggled and hid his face in his lover's neck.
"C'mon babe, let's get out of her." Noah said.
Kurt and Noah got down from the chair and as they walked away Kurt, reached over and for the first time since they had began following around, Kurt and Noah held hands in public.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who read this story. Thank you to all the reviewers and favoriters and all that good stuff. Review and give me your final thoughts and hopefully you'll stick with me to the next story I am writing called Mercy. See you soon. xoxo