Chapter 5 Kurt is stalking Kim

"Swap," he said.

She pushed up and stood. He sat down, and started to push the weights up.

"There was a time that my dad was stuck up. He did tit jobs as if they were going out of fashion, and was always talking about my mom having work done to help her career. He had porn stars on his books, celebrities."

He couldn't argue with Elsa's assessment. It was all true.

"What happened?" she asked.

"He was at a party, getting his name out. Mom was there, and she kept asking him to leave. She hated being with him when he was selling the perfect body. Everyone always assumed that she went under the knife to be so slender. You know liposuction?"

"Everyone knows about lipo."

"Yeah, well, my mother didn't have any of that crap. She's a model who was happy with her faults."

"She sounds like one hell of a woman, who doesn't like to be crossed."

He chuckled, swapping once again with Elsa. "She is."

"So what happened?"

"Dad was determined to stay, and so we stayed. I was twelve at the time. At around one in the morning, we decided to leave. I sat in the backseat, and they were arguing. Mom called him a pretentious prick who didn't care about anyone but himself. She accused him of having an affair, and everything. He shouted at her, told her she was nothing but a whore. Anyway, to cut a long story short as that is embarrassing as hell, Dad wasn't paying attention, and he crashed into another driver. Mom's face slammed up against the glass, and I was struck as well."

He turned, showing her the scar down the left side of his body where the metal of the car had somehow crushed, striking him in the side.

"Oh my God. How did I not know this?"

she asked, reaching out to touch his scar. The mark didn't bother him.

"It's not something I advertise."

"What happened?"

"Mom had lacerations to her face, and after my accident, I had to go to the care unit for kids. Dad had to switch and change between my room, and my mom's room. It was a hard few weeks. Dad got to see all these people that had suffered. I shared a room with a kid who had suffered burns to part of his face and neck. It was like my dad had only ever seen a way of making the beautiful even more beautiful. To hold them up to a higher standard than anyone else."

"The work had gone to his head?"

"Yeah. After we got out of the hospital, Mom asked for him to change, as otherwise she wanted a divorce, and she'd take me with her. There was no way her son was going to turn out like him."

Noah shrugged. "Holy molly, I can't believe I just said that to you."

"I'm really pleased you did. I talk about my mom all the time." She shrugged.

"Parents, huh?"

"They suck at times."

"Your dad is different now?" she asked.

"Yep. He still does the tit jobs, the lipo, and stuff. However, he now has a foundation to help those that have been hurt. It's a good job that he does."

"You're proud of him?"

"Yeah. There was a woman about two months ago who had gotten away from her ex, but he'd left her scarred. Every time she'd look in the mirror, she'd remember this guy. My dad, he healed her, and now she is doing better than ever."

Noah smiled. "How can I not be proud of a guy who does that?"

She smiled, and he couldn't help but look at her. She was so beautiful.

Where the hell had all that truth telling come from?

He never shared any of that kind of crap with anyone, not even with Kurt, Adam, or Ryan.

Noah didn't understand it. Sure, he'd grown up with Elsa being in the background of his life.

They had gone to the same preschool, kindergarten all the way up to high school.

Never had he given her more than a passing thought, and yet right now, he was telling her stuff he didn't even tell his most trusted friends.

It made no sense, no sense at all.

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.The following Saturday, and three training sessions, about to start her fourth, Elsa waited outside of Bruce's gym.

She glanced through the food diary checking to make sure she'd put everything in order, and that it was easy to read.

When she spotted Noah's car, she climbed out, holding onto her bag.

"Hey, baby," he said.

Handing him her diary, she offered him a beaming smile. "Meet you in the warm up room?"

"Hold your horses." He leaned against the car and scanned the pages.

She waited patiently, flicking the ring of her keys around her finger.

"Okay, I think I can see where we can make some adjustments."

"You want to talk about it now?"

"Would you like to go somewhere else to talk about it?"

"How about we work out and then talk about it?"

"Fine, after we've worked out, there's a cute little deli a few blocks from here, and we can go over this then."

He placed the diary in his sack, and together they headed into the gym. Sarah was on the front desk, and she offered them both good mornings.

"This one is cranky today."

"That's because for a date you're taking her to the gym. Shame on you, Noah."

"This is not a date," Elsa said.

"It's not?"

"I'm helping her out."

Sarah looked from Elsa then at Noah, and back again.

"Shame, you'd make a really cute couple."

"I'm going to go and get changed."

Elsa escaped into the ladies' room, and quickly changed into her workout gear. By the time she got out, he was already there.

"How did you get here before me?"

"I don't like wasting time."

They made their way down to the weight rooms where they were able to do some stretches.

"How do you feel to adding some swimming in say a week's time?"

"Sure, I don't mind. You're the boss. I'm just doing as I'm told."

"Right, I'm making Sunday our weigh in and measurements."

Elsa stopped stretching. "Why? Can't we do them today?"

"We could, but I'd rather do it before the next week. Each week we can start afresh."

"Ugh, I don't know if I can get away."

"We're ten, twenty minutes apart? We can figure something out."

"I don't want my mother to find out."

"She won't. I'm good at keeping a secret. Besides, we can always say we're working on a project together."

Elsa started to stretch up and then down, touching her toes.

Noah released a noise, and she glanced behind her to make sure he was okay.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, I'm all good. You continue your stretches."

"Considering I'm the nerd, you're acting weird."

He laughed. "Stretch, baby."

Elsa went through all of her stretches, and this time for weights, she used her legs and thighs.

She liked that Noah always alternated, and what she enjoyed was the fact they talked about everything.

"Have you heard Kurt is stalking Kim?" she asked.

"I talked to him about that. He says he's intrigued by her lack of interest in him. Sucker thinks he's got a chance with her."

She laughed. "He hasn't. I can assure you."

After thirty minutes on the weights, they headed into the treadmill room.

Climbing onto the machine, she waited for Noah to program her.

He always ran beside her. She would start on a steady walk, building it up to reach a run. She hated running.

No matter how tight she put her sports bra on, her boobs always bounced, and not only did it hurt, it made her aware of how big they were.

The boys made fun of her running, whether it was her body moving, or her boobs bouncing.

Ever since she'd grown breasts, she had avoided running at all costs.

Starting off on a walk, she accepted the water from Noah, and watched him out of the corner of her eye as he climbed on the treadmill, and started off jogging.

"You just like to show off, don't you?"

"My smoking hot body is used to showing off."

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her body just taking a steady walk.

The machine she was on beeped, and she picked up the pace.

Noah always leaned over, messing with the setting to make sure she kept on walking. It was easier to do this.

More beeps, and she went a little faster.

He pushed further until she was running, and again, she did so with her eyes closed.

It was strange at first, but she found the only way to run comfortably was by pretending no one was watching her.

Also, it allowed her the chance to pretend she wasn't running. It didn't stop her from getting out of breath.

She wouldn't open them until he started to slow everything back down to a walk. Time passed, she didn't know how much, and when she was back to walking, she looked over at Noah and smiled.

"I'm getting used to this."

"You look weird with your eyes closed. Don't ever go running in a park or something. You'd crash into stuff."

"I trust you. Besides, I can do the whole running thing with my eyes closed, not open."

"Is that some kind of sickness?" They had stepped off the treadmills, and Noah handed her some water.

"Not sickness."

"Then why?"

"You really don't know?"

"I wouldn't ask if I knew."

Elsa sighed, and then told him the story of the boys, and her body when she ran. She was even telling him stuff she hated admitting out loud.

"You should know. You were there, and one of the guys laughing your arses off because some of us girls have been cursed with big ones. If I was allowed, I'd get them reduced."

"Don't do that!" He snapped the words out, making her jump.

"Whoa, where did that come from?"

"You don't need to change yourself. Your tits are fine."

She frowned at him, but decided to let it go.

"There you have it, the reason I hate running, or working out in general. My body, it moves with me. I'm just not comfortable doing stuff like that, and a treadmill means I don't have to worry about it. Are we stretching again?"

"Yes."

"When do you want me to bring a costume for the pool?"

She didn't actually own one so she'd have no choice but to go ahead and buy one.

"A week after next?"

"I can do that."

Tbc!