Disclaimer: I don't own Mary's Song (Oh My My My) or Glee.

Note: Welcome to my next Puck/Kurt story! This will be a twelve-chapter story taking you through the Taylor Swift song "Mary's Song (Oh My My My)". As of now, "Another Kartie Story" is cancelled, and "Visions in the Dark" is on hiatus. Sorry about that; if you really want to know why I made those decisions, please private message me. I will be starting the spinoff to the Fire series next week as promised. For now, I give you this, and I hope you enjoy it. Chapters will get longer as the story progesses; this is just the obligatory shorter intro chapter.

Summary: AU: Kurt and Puck are best friends who grow up next door to each other and fall in love in their teenage years. Heartbreak, betrayal, cuteness, and an ultimately happy ending. Listening to the song is recommended. Kurt's mother is alive and Puck's father never left them; age difference of two years between them.

She said, I was seven and you were nine

I looked at you like the stars that shined

In the sky, the pretty lights

"Catch me if you can!" Kurt Hummel giggled as he ran through his backyard, his best friend, Noah Puckerman, chasing after him as the sun went down, casting shadows across the grass, the sky alight with color.

"The Puckasaurus will get you, Kurt!" Noah sprinted after the smaller boy, successfully tagging him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him down to the ground, laughing all the way.

"You're so much fun, Noah," Kurt smiled, tangled up in the older boy.

"You're real fun, too, Kurt. I don't even care that you're two years younger than me. You're my best friend in the whole world, and nothing can ever change that."

"Really?" Kurt breathed, studying Noah's face carefully.

"Really," Noah nodded solemnly. "I wouldn't lie about that, Kurt."

Kurt flushed happily. Noah was his hero, his brother-figure. Noah was his Superman, his knight in shining armor, the one who had comforted when he was getting picked on in school, the one who took on the role of older brother, friend, and confidante. Kurt looked at Noah, his eyes shining, proud to call the coolest kid in school his best friend.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Noah asked, sticking his tongue out at the boy.

"Because I love you," Kurt blurted out. It was true; he did love Noah very much.

"I love you, too," Noah looked confused. "But let's keep playing, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt agreed, getting up and tagging Noah. "You're it!"

"Nuh-uh," Puck stood and ran after him, Kurt giggling as he was chased round and round the yard.

"They're such good friends, aren't they?" Elizabeth Hummel mused to her own best friend from their place on the back patio of her house.

"Yes," Norah Puckerman smiled to herself. "And it's strange, because Noah isn't like this with any of his other friends, not even Carole Hudson's son. His friendship with Kurt is…different. Not bad, just…different."

"I've never heard Kurt laugh or seen him smile as much as he does when he's around Noah," Elizabeth said. "He just lights from within."

"Noah, too," Norah replied.

"You don't think they…" Elizabeth turned towards the other woman.

"I don't know," Norah shrugged. "I doubt it, though."

"You're right," Elizabeth chuckled. "Imagine it, Kurt and Noah in love!"

"Indeed," Norah suppressed a smile of her own.

"Noah," Kurt said as they slowed to a stop, both out of breath and panting.

"Yeah, Kurt?"

"D'you think we'll always be best friends?"

Noah paused for a moment, looking the small, pale boy from head to toe. He tapped his foot, drawing out his answer silently, causing Kurt to squirm. "Yes," he said finally. "Yes, I think we'll always be best friends."

"Good," Kurt flung his arms around the Jewish boy. "Because I never want us to stop being best friends."

"Me, either, Kurt. Me, either."

"So do you wanna sleep over my house tonight?"

"Sure," Noah nodded. "Let me just ask my Ma. Hey, Ma!"

Norah looked up. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Can I sleep over Kurt's tonight?"

"Yes," his mother nodded. "Yes, you may."

Noah rolled his eyes. "'Kay, I'll just go get my stuff and then I'll go over."

"Okay," Kurt whispered, eyes sparkling as he watched his best friend go through the bushes to his own house, wondering how he got so lucky to have a friend such as Noah.