Fic: Tomorrow Belongs To Me - 2/4
Part 2
~*~
“Shit, dude, what took you so long?”
“Nice to see you, too, Puck,” Kurt mumbled, pushing his way in and leaving his heavier bags for the boy to bring in. “And don’t call me dude.”
“Bro! You okay?” asked Finn, getting up from the couch to hug his brother.
Kurt held on tight, falling into the support his brother gave him.
“I’m surprised you didn’t call,” said Finn when he got no reply. “Puck saw the article this morning.”
“Dudes, he here yet?” Sam’s voice drifted down the hall.
“Just got in,” Puck replied.
There were quick footsteps and Kurt suddenly found himself in a Finn and Sam sandwich. The thought made him chuckle, and the small release of emotion was the gateway to the rest.
It was another twenty minutes later before Kurt got himself under control. By then he’d been moved onto the couch, curled up next to Finn, Puck at the other end and Sam on the floor in front of him, holding the box of tissues. Kurt could barely get over how well they were taking his tears. They always seemed to flounder whenever one of their girlfriends cried.
“I only found out a few hours ago,” he said. “Then I waited to hear Blaine’s two cents before coming here.”
“What did he have to say for himself?” Puck asked, arms folded across his chest.
Kurt sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing good. Fuck, he didn’t even ask me not to leave. He didn’t even say he was sorry.” Kurt punched the couch next to Finn’s leg, drawing a startled yelp out of the boy. It seemed to break the tension and Kurt suddenly found himself giggling.
“I still need to go into work tomorrow,” he said, once he calmed down again. “I have one more scene to shoot with him for this episode.”
“Tough break, man,” Sam mumbled, patting one of Kurt’s feet. “Will you be able to do that?”
Kurt took a deep breath, gaining a little strength from the solid and constant touch of Finn’s hand on his back. “Once I get some sleep and a fresh start I should be able to get through tomorrow.”
“We’re here for ya, bro,” said Finn.
Kurt just smiled, curling into the boy and letting himself finally relax.
~*~
The next day was a lot harder than he expected. The scene called for him to profess his love to Blaine, revealing that his jerk of a character actually had a heart. They finished just before lunch and Kurt felt the tears as soon as the final cut was called.
“I can’t do this,” he said to Jimmy, their director. “It’s too fresh. I know I’ll get there, but this is too soon.”
Jimmy sighed, nodding a bit. “It’s shit.”
Kurt had no idea what exactly that was supposed to be referring to, but he waited, hoping for some positive feedback.
“We’re a day or two ahead of schedule for the season,” Jimmy sighed. “I’ll give everyone the weekends off. And you can take next week. We’ll shoot all the scenes you aren’t in. That enough time for you?”
Kurt smiled, wiping away a grateful tear. “That should be plenty. Thank you so much, Jimmy.”
“Yeah, well, that’s all the sympathy you get. I’m pretty sure it’s you two that got this show a second season. Who knows what’ll happen now?"
Nodding, Kurt walked away, quickly heading to his dressing room to avoid having to talk to anyone else. He was not in the mood for any more questions.
Walking into the townhouse, Kurt noted that the shower was running and was grateful that he’d get a few more moments of peace before he’d have to once again face the world. Lying on the couch, he let himself think about what he needed to do in order to move on, knowing he’d have to see Blaine everyday.
He was very surprised when Puck appeared, only a little surprised at his lack of a shirt, and not at all surprised that he cringed at the tears on Kurt’s face.
“You okay, man,” Puck asked, clearly uncomfortable and unsure of how to react to this situation.
Kurt sighed. He opened his mouth to say yes but quickly shut it and shook his head. He was nowhere near being able to lie about it yet.
“Shit.” Puck ran a hand over his head and took a deep breath, and walked over. Putting out a hand he waited for Kurt to take it, but the boy only stared at it. “Come on, Kurt. You need rest and I doubt you got very much sleep last night on the couch.”
Kurt just wiped away his tears. “I’m fine. I just want to be alone.”
Rolling his eyes, Puck sighed and reached down, pulling Kurt up and practically over his shoulder. It said a lot that Kurt didn’t do more than groan and hit half-heartedly at Puck’s back.
“Please, Puck. Just leave me alone.”
Puck quickly went into his room, carefully settling Kurt on the bed. “I don’t have to work until Monday. I’ll attempt to sleep on the couch and you can get at least a few nights sleep.”
“Why are you doing this?” asked Kurt, already feeling drowsy. Puck was right, he hadn’t slept very well.
“Just go to sleep Kurt.”
~*~
He wasn’t sure how much later it was, but when Kurt woke up again he didn’t feel any more rested. Rolling over he saw Puck walk in with a glass of water. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Barely an hour. And you’ve been tossing and turning.” Puck held out a glass of water, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Drink some. You aren’t getting sick are you?”
Kurt sipped at the water. “No. I just don’t think I’m used to sleeping by myself anymore.” He put the glass on the side table before nuzzling back down into the pillow. “It definitely has nothing to do with the comfort of the bed.”
Puck smiled, “Wouldn’t you expect me to have a high quality bed?”
“Touché.”
Puck shifted, as if he was going to lie down and Kurt stared in surprise. “What are you doing?”
Without answering, Puck lied down completely, wrapping his arms around Kurt. “You said you’re not used to sleeping alone. You need sleep and I’m the only one here.”
Kurt wanted to argue, but once again he found sleep pulling him away. He couldn’t help but feel confused though. Just the night before, Puck had barely touched him with his foot. Now he held Kurt in his arms… in his bed? If Kurt wasn’t so tired and heartbroken he’d giggle at that idea.
For now he relaxed into the warmth and strength that was another man’s arms. He’d leave it for later whether or not he noticed that he fit closer to Puck better then Blaine.
~*~
Part 2b