Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I own any of the characters in this story. If I owned Kurt, oh the things I'd do to him…

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Puck runs his fingers through Kurt's brunette hair. He gazes at his soft face, eyes closed and a smile lingering. He plants light kisses on his eye lashes. Kurt nuzzles his face into Puck's neck. Puck drifts off to sleep soon after Kurt begins to purr.

That's how his movie would open. A sweet moment between two characters, who may or may not be in love. May or may not have just had sex. May or may not intend to do it again.

Kurt wakes up and looks at his clock. 9:45 am. Puck is no longer lying next to him. His mind races for a moment, before he relaxes. His dad is off on a "mini vacation" with Finn's mom and Finn disappeared the day before, promising he'd be back before their parents returned. Kurt doesn't take the time to put on anything, but boxers. He walks upstairs and to the kitchen, where he finds Puck. He's bending over in the fridge. He stands up straight and closes the door, eggs in hand.

"Noah," Kurt whispers. Puck saunters over and places a kiss on his forehead.

"Good morning Kurt," he murmurs, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "I trust you slept well?"

"Great. You?"

"Your bed is really comfy, and having you next to me only made it better," Puck smirks. He returns to cooking. Kurt just leans against the wall, watching as he cracks eggs into a bowl and stirs them rapidly, adding milk. Kurt, unable to resist, walks over behind Puck. Puck smiles as Kurt wraps his arms around his waist, resting his head against his shoulder blade. He's so small. Puck finds himself thinking.

"How did this happen?" Kurt asks, almost to himself. Puck soaks a piece of bread in the egg mixture and puts it on the pan, before glancing at Kurt. His eyes are closed and his face is peaceful.

"You know, I was just thinking about that earlier." Puck smirks at the French toast when he feels Kurt's lips on the back of his neck. His hands move up and down his well-muscled stomach.

"And did you come to a conclusion?" Kurt asks, stretching his neck to nibble on Puck's ear. Puck glances down at Kurt's feet. He's on his tip-toes. He can't believe how cute he finds Kurt on his tip-toes.

"I actually did."

"So what is it?" Kurt inquires, letting his fingertips slip just under the band of Puck's boxers.

"It all started at the first rehearsal when we came back to school. You know after Beth was born. After regional's. After summer." Kurt thought about this silently.

"You're right. That's exactly when it started."

Okay so the story is now going to a point of memories so it'll be Kurt and Puck's POV back and forth. Never anyone else's. I dislike writing in past tense though so it'll be in present tense though. Thank you for reading and a review would be GREATLY appreciated. Good reviews are like crack to me. Keeps me awake at night to write more. :P