Ahh, here it is. The last chapter of this twoshot-turned-series. I FINALLY FINISHED SOMETHING! CAN I GET A HELL YEAH? WOPWOOP! Anyway, I hope you liked reading this series as much as I loved writing it. I may or may not post an epilogue. I'm not sure yet. Anyway, I'll be launching a new series at some point of this or the next month. Anyway, here, I present the last chapter of…FIRST! (Ironic? I know!)

Disclaimer: I don't own glee. YET!:))Jk!

First: Dance

The Hummel-Hudson wedding was a quiet ceremony. The whole thing, of course, was organized by Kurt.

By the reception, Kurt finally let out a sigh of relief. Cake: Check. Food: Check. Refreshments: Check. Dad's suit: Check. Finn's suit: miraculously clean. Kurt stole a champagne flute from a passing waiter, the wedding: a success.

Kurt suddenly felt warm hands wrapping around from behind him, the voice softly humming to the song the ban was playing

"Awesome wedding" said the voice

"Hey, Dan" Kurt greeted, leaning on his date a bit

"Waddup, puddin' cup?'

"Other than the wedding being a hug success because of moi? Not much"

"You did great"

Kurt smiled a little SEE! Puck wouldn't even touch me in public. Let alone wrap his arms around me.

"Thanks." Kurt said "I'll see you later; I need to talk to the people in charge of the fireworks."

"Wow. You went all out, didn't you?"

"Of course" Kurt smiled "See ya"

"See ya"

He fixed the thing with the fire works pretty quickly. Afterwards he glanced around and sat on the low wall, closing his eyes and quietly sipping his champagne.

"Congratulations" greeted a voice he knew a bit too well.

"What?" turning his head to face Puck, wearing a breath taking tux.

"I said congrats. You organized a wedding and successfully threatened Finn enough to keep his tux clean. You deserve a prize"

"How about a million dollars?"

"I go with a dance" Puck said smiling and extending his hand "Madam?"

Kurt eyes his hand and said "You don't dance"

"And you don't drink" Puck pointed out "I see this is a day of breaking the rules"

Kurt raised his eyebrows at the still extended his hand

"C'mon, It's not like I'm asking for your appendix or something" Kurt let out a little laugh and stood up, placing his half drunken champagne on the low wall.

"You can't dance without any music" Kurt whispered

"Says who?"

"Society"

"Since when did I care about what society thinks."

"Touché"

Kurt wrapped his arms around him, relishing the warmth of Puck's body. Puck's arms wrapped around Kurt's body, resting lightly on his hips. Kurt's hands wrapped on his neck. They looked into each other's eyes, Blue piercing the auburn.

Kurt leaned onto him, breaking the eye contact.

"I miss this" Puck said

"Me too" Kurt answered with surprising honesty.

They stood there for a while, swaying their imaginary beats. Letting the world spin, the party go on, the cars pass them by, they didn't care. They just swayed, wishing the world to just slip away.

But they never get their wishes, do they?

"Kurt? Kurt!" A voice was searching for him

"Dan" Kurt said in a hurried whisper as he quickly pulled away from him, picking up his champagne flute and stepping away from Puck.

"Kurt" Dan exclaimed when he finally found his date "There you are!"

"Hi! Uhm, Dan this is Puck. Puck this is my date Dan"

His date Puck thought bitterly

"Hi" Dan greeted as he shook his hand with him.

"S'up?"

"Oh, Kurt" Dan said, turning to him "The fireworks are about to start. Your dad wanted me to call you"

"Oh. Right. Uhm, yeah. Bye Puck" He said, and walking away from Puck.

His Date Puck thought bitterly

Fuck

He's allowed to like other people; you know a part of him argued.

Puck walked to the group of people watching the fireworks a little later. Only to find Kurt and Dan there, holding hands like a couple.

A couple

So what if they're a couple? It's not like I should care

Right?

First: Clichéd moment

"It's raining" Rachel said pacing the floor "That's can't be in our odds"

"Rachel" Jesse said "We're indoors. It's in no one's odds except the plants. Plus, we're bowling, weather doesn't affect us."

Yes, as dorky as it was; WMHS glee club formed a bowling team, neatly dubbed as 'Ten Pin Strike' (Rachel named it, what do you expect?)

"It's only bowling night, Rachel" Mike added "Not a tournament"

"Still!" Rachel persisted "My coach said 'whenever practicing, you have to do it performance level'

"Crap. Her coach is as crazy as her" Artie whispered to a sniggering Mercedes and Tina

"Hey, where's Kurt?" Finn asked, finally noticing the fact that his step brother isn't there

"Date with Dan" One of the girls answered

"Wow, he's really serious about this guy, isn't he?" Puck commented, trying very hard to sound nonchalant

The girls quickly picked this up and said "Yeah, he really likes him"

"Really?" Puck said, seemingly uninterested

"Mh-hm" Mercedes said "Like the other day they were having a date by the park and weirdly, Kurt didn't even care that his Levi's were getting dirty"

Puck's eye started twitching

"Oh yeah!" Quinn lied "And remember there other day, Kurt told us he thinks he's falling for Dan"

"And you know what that means" Rachel said, knowingly. Let's see what'll happen if we push the right buttons.

"Er, what?" Puck said taking the bait

"Loooooove" The girls said in chorus

And with that, Puck snapped.

Kurt was confused. He was preparing for a date with Dan but he could only think of one thing; Puck

What is wrong with me? He thought Here I am getting ready for a date with a guy I really like and openly likes me back yet all I could think about is the guy who broke my heart.

You can't control your heart, Kurt a part of his brain argued you mind; sure but never your heart

Shut up!

What? I'm only pointing out the obvious

SHUT UP

Whatever

Kurt looked out the window, it was raining, He watched the rain droplets race down the glass. He stared at his own reflection, trying to understand what he really wanted

Flawed love or perfect likeness?

Puck was done being stupid. He ran out of the bowling alley, not caring at the fact that the alley clerk was shouting for him to return the shoes. He was no longer thinking

Noah Puckerman, for the first time in his 16 years of existence, let his heart do all the talking.

Puck ran to his pick-up truck, jumping in and revving up the engine. His truck sputtered to life but quickly gave out.

"NO! Shit! NO!" Puck said trying again but with no avail.

He jumped out of the car, the water reaching to his bone and opened the hood, releasing a thick cloud of smoked

"Of all days!" He said, kicking the tires in frustration. He stood there for a moment, without thinking, he grabbed his guitar from the back and ran 12 blocks to Kurt's house.

Kurt was made-up and ready to go. Yet he felt vaguely empty. An empty shell of a body without a soul. He didn't know why he was feeling this, he was happy.

Or at least, he was supposed to be.

Suddenly he heard music. An acoustic guitar was being played, He drifted towards it, his heart again taking charge of his actions. He entered the guest room and walked towards the window that facing the street. Only to find the person he was truly looking for.

Puck stood in the rain, his guitar at hand. He was frozen cold and his fingers were turning purple. But he didn't care. He strummed a few chords and sang;

There you are with your perfect way
you've got this little shine in your eyes

"Shut up!" screamed one of Kurt's neighbors

To hear one word would make my day
but there's no room for me in your life

"Probably because you suck!" shouted the man across the Hummel residence "Shut up!"

You've got me down on my knees
And in my mind I can see
How perfect everything could be
But you won't give us a try

"You fucking fags! SHUT UP!" yelled yet another neighbor of Kurt

But if I could change your mind
How would you want me
Would you say you need me
'Cause I need you now

Puck finished the song and glanced up to the window where he had seen Kurt moments before. Only to find no one.

Puck felt his world crash around him

Was I too late?

Puck turned, his shoulders slumped. He was too late.

"Hey" a voice said from behind him

He swiveled around to see Kurt, wearing his favorite Armani jacket, soaked and darken because of the rain.

"Hey" Puck answered

"How do I know you won't hurt me again?"

"You don't"

"I have a guy whose waiting whose perfect for me"

"Then what are you doing here? Standing in the rain with me"

Kurt let out a little laugh as Puck enveloped him into a hug. Putting every word left unsaid, every feeling every emotion into that embrace

"We sound like a bad cliché"

"And you what happens in clichés?"

"What?"

"They always have a habit of having a happy ending."

First: time Puck wasn't romantic

Puck glanced at the sleeping figure next to him. It's been seven years he thought seven years since that night under the rain

Puck smiled at the memory. Has it really been that long?

Puck and Kurt's relationship endured a lot. Fights. Break-ups. Make-ups. Baby sitting Quinn's kid. Almost losing Quinn's kid. Seven Christmases. 56 Chanukahs.

The sleeping figure lazily opened his eyes, a little smile forming in his lips

"Hey"

"Hey" Puck entwined their fingers together Its been seven years and I still feel my heart pound when I'm around him

"Hey Hummel?"

"Hm?"

"You busy next week?"

"No, why?"

"Wanna get married?"