My first Purt. :3 Very proud of this, hope you like it! Apologizing in advance for any mistakes I may have made.

Criticisms are welcomed, of course. Disclaimed, warned, etc.

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i. mercedes

Mercedes blinked, trying to digest both what Kurt had just told her and the sight in front of her. Kurt sighed impatiently and told her to pay attention.

To which she replied with a raised eyebrow. "What is he doing?" she asked.

"Hm? Oh, Noah." He turned to the jock who had an arm slung around his shoulders and had been trying to feign interest in the latest Lhuillier collection the gleeks (well, Kurt) had been talking about.

"Yes, what are you doing?" he asked Noah challengingly.

"Whoops, you're right. My bad," Noah teased, dropping his arm so that he was holding Kurt by the waist instead. Mercedes other eyebrow joined her already raised one, and both proceeded to go past her bangs.

"That's not what I meant," Kurt huffed. "You should be at your sister's Girl Scout event- you promised her you'd go chaperone."

"Only because she made you make me go," the taller boy grumbled. Still, he did take off his arm and left, not without kissing Kurt good bye and giving Mercedes a small salute.

ii. glee (and football)

It was a normal Lunch period. Tina was still subtly telling Artie she was sorry for whatever it was she had done, Rachel was trying to convince Mercedes that she didn't have the right vocal range for her the solo Mr. Schue had given her, Mercedes had stopped listening and had gone to listening to her ipod and Artie was cleaning off the sauce that wouldn't come off his shirt, because some moron hadn't seen him and still hadn't when he obviously hit the gleek.

Kurt was helping Artie get the worst out of his suspenders when the loud bang of a lunch tray hitting the table made him jump. The entire table stared as Puck sat down, beside Kurt. Finn sat down beside his best friend, shooting the table where the football team sat a very disapproving glare.

"What happened?" Rachel asked.

"Jacobs kept wondering why Kurt was still in the team and called him a filthy cocksucker," Puck growled, shoving huge chunks of meat in his mouth, trying hard not to get up and beat the fuck out of his teammate.

Kurt rolled his eyes and lightly shoved the jock. "I don't know what you got upset for. You of all people know the truth in those words," he pointed out.

Puck ignored Tina and Artie's wide eyes, Rachel's gapping mouth, Mercedes' little smile and Finn- well okay, Finn didn't really look surprised.

"Still didn't stop me from telling him to suck his dick and stop saying shit about people."

iii. mrs. puckerman

She had a dream once. She was in a synagogue, dressed in white. There were only a few of them there, all scattered in different pews. She recognized some faces, like Finn Hudson and she tried to smile at him but he was busy looking at the altar. So she shifted her gaze and there was her Noah, in a very crisp black suit. Someone was reading the ketubah but for some reason, she seemed to be the only one hearing it. Beside Noah was someone in an equally crisp, but white suit. She gasped as she realized that that was the Hummel boy and- good lord, they did not just do that-!

She woke up with a start- things were starting to fall in place. Like why Kurt Hummel kept coming over, where Noah was probably spending his free times, why he didn't want to talk about his lack of a relationship and the smile that often graced her son's face.

That was not ordinary dream. That was God's way of telling her to accept her son for who he was- and that meant not expecting him to date a nice Jewish girl anytime soon- or possibly forever.

Well, Kurt Hummel was nice. And he sort of was a girl- nearly two out of three was better than nothing.