Love In Orange Dayglo (Part 2 of ?)
Title: Love In Orange Dayglo (Part 2 of ?)
Author: emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2737
Spoilers: Season 1
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut/AU
Warnings: dub-con and non-con are the major ones and I'll post more as I finish each chapter. This chapter has a completely non-consensual blowjob. I tried not to get too graphic but I still think it's kinda harsh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets six months in Lima Minimum Security Prison. Puck is his cellmate.
AN: This is a fill for the glee_kink_meme, here for one Miss twisted_ingenue Kink, like whoa. I do want to let people know that none of the non-con will happen between Puck and Kurt. Also Kurt will NEVER be anally raped. I just couldn't do it. Please let me know what you think because I left my comfort zone about eighty miles back. Also I am epically sorry about how long this took to get updated. I hope to be much quicker for the next few chapters.
The scuffle that breaks out across the room doesn't even make him raise his head at first. Puck warned him about looking where you weren't meant to be looking. Boys like him had to keep their heads down in a place like this. It been less than twenty-four hours but Kurt can still identify Puck's grunt as he is thrown to the floor. Kurt lifts his gaze in time to see the way Puck's cheek hits the concrete hard enough to send his head ricocheting back towards the ceiling. The small pieces of apple try to force themselves back up and Kurt swallows heavy three times before his stomach cooperates.
The big guard has his knee pressed deep into Puck's lower back. Even from three feet away, Kurt can see that he's fighting for breath. Through everything Puck wears a stoic look, like this has happened before and all these fuckers are crazy to think they can break him with some alone time. It make Kurt kind of proud that Puck chose him. He smiles lightly to himself before raising his head to look at Puck on last time before his trip to solitary. The arrogant look doesn't leave Puck's face until they're almost out the door. Puck looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Kurt across the room.
What Kurt sees there makes him hide in the cell for the rest of the day and forces him to feign sleep when one of the nice guards leans in to tell him it time for dinner.
Puck is scared. The fear dances wildly in his eyes and shoots daggers of icy fear through Kurt's veins. Solitary has nothing to do with the terror Puck felt. The hole was a place he'd gone more times than he could count. No, the fear wasn't because he would be alone for twenty-four hours. The fear came from the fact that Kurt would be too.
Dread settled deep in Kurt's stomach. Tyler chattered beside him about how great Finn was. Kurt spent the next half an hour trying not to cry.
**
Hunger gnaws at Kurt's stomach. He knows that he won't be able to keep hiding in the cell until Puck gets back. The thought sends his clenching belly into a deeper tailspin. Cramps double him over and he knows that he has to go down for breakfast. The night had been eaten away by the taunting jeers of Jasper's gang. The hateful promised whispers of what was going to happen when they got him alone.
When Kurt finally realizes he has to get up and face the day, the soft scent of Puck floats around the room. It clings to the rough wool blankets and Kurt can almost smell Puck on his skin. He knows he's wasted too much time, when James peeks his head inside the cell. This is only Kurt second day but he knows that James is the kind of guard you want on your side. He's the kind of guy that will talk to you like you're human. He's the kind of guy that will give you a soft, warm smile that gives you the courage to make it down to the mess hall for breakfast. Kurt pulls on one of Puck's thin sweaters before he ventures out of the safety of their cell. The soft slide of cool fabric almost make the eyes burning holes into his back bearable.
However unforgiving the mess hall was the day before, had nothing on the crushing weight that settles on Kurt's chest when he had to walk in alone. Tyler slides his arm around Kurt's waist just in time to catch him as his knees give out. Tyler pretends he doesn't hear the shuddered frantic breaths that flow out of Kurt. At the punk table everyone that can actually look in him the eye, gives him a sympathetic look. Their lips pull into tight lines and the sad nod of resignation makes dread sit heavy in Kurt's stomach. The corn muffin on his tray rattles as his hand shakes and Kurt knows he has to eat. The dry bread falls down his throat like lead. It sits heavy inside of him but he forces a second bite down.
He is in tense negotiation with his stomach and his gag reflex when it happens. Tyler's nervous chatter stops as a meaty hand lands beside Kurt's tray. The fingers clench as harsh breath starts to hit the back of Kurt's neck. The corn muffin Kurt is eating falls out of his limp hand and Jasper's fingers lock around the hair at the back of Kurt's neck. Jasper forces Kurt's face down onto the tray. The harsh slap of Kurt's face hitting the metal masking the panicked gasp that forces its way past Kurt's lips.
“Mmmmm... I can't wait to get you alone.” Jasper's stale breath skates over Kurt's ear as his menacing erection was pushed ominously against Kurt's spine. With one last hard push against the side of Kurt's face, Jasper lets go of Kurt. His jaw is on fire and his veins run cold. As Kurt lifts his head, he sees Jasper tossing his corn muffin from hand to hand in the air wearing a smirk that makes Tyler turn his head away when he sees it.
Kurt is barely able to make it back to the cell before he throws up in the sink.
**
The rest of morning is lost in spinning thoughts and deep breaths meant to calm his nerves. They never said how long Puck was going to be gone and Kurt knows he was stupid to think that Puck coming back was going to make everything okay. Puck might be gone for a long time. Tyler said that he usually didn't go away for more than a few days. That seemed like a lifetime to Kurt.
The longer he forced himself to sit in their tiny little cell the more insecure he began to feel about what he had here. Puck had never laid public claim to him. They hadn't even had more than a couple conversations before Puck went away. Kurt was so lost in the way Tyler waxed poetic about how lucky he was that Puck chose him that he didn't even think about the fact that Puck hadn't yet. Kurt was so lost in the soft smell and deep brown eyes that he hadn't considered the fact that Puck might not want him.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror and realized that he really wouldn't blame Puck for not wanting him. His pale skin looked sickly in the harsh light. His thin body seemed out of place here. The fact he had even been stupid enough to hope that Puck would want him turned his stomach.
Kurt had just finished folding the sweater he had worn to breakfast, when the loudspeaker announced that it was time to shower. Tears sprung to his eyes as he gave a fleeting glance back to the comforting cotton on the middle of Puck's bed.
**
The room itself wasn't scary. The cool blue tiles reminded him of all the times he would go swimming at the YMCA pool when his mom was still alive. The strong smell of industrial soap made Kurt long for the days of bubble baths. They were all stood in a single file line. The order they were in was very deliberate. Anyone else from the outside really wouldn't be able to see it but Kurt could. It was exactly like everything else there. The alphas were first. All standing straight, tall in the face of what they were being asked to do. Each alpha was directly followed by his punks. His boys. Thin boys that stood out strung between the men that took care of them. The first few guys in the line had four or five of these kinds of boys behind them. The number of boys dwindled between each until the line got to Finn. He had two other boys behind him plus the new addition of Tyler.
Kurt watched as each group took their turns disappearing into the shower room. He noticed how only one alpha was ever allowed at a time and that every single one of his boys had to follow. They were never left on their own. As Tyler strutted behind Finn, he threw Kurt a small smile. Despite his nervousness, Kurt found himself returning that smile.
Standing wrapped only in a towel was pushing all of Kurt self-consciousness to the surface. The fine mist of water that came spilling from the shower room landed heavy on Kurt's skin. A shiver ran through him as his turn to shower came. The room was empty except for him and two other new boys that hadn't been claimed yet. The heat and rush of the water made the tension in Kurt's shoulders ease. He started to hum softly under his breath as the water cascaded over him. He glanced at the guard by the door and gave him a small smile. The smile the guard gave him in return made his heart clench and suddenly everything felt too quiet. The room was too empty.
He saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye a split second before familiar fingers pulled at his hair. His tiny screech was muffled by the water. The thick thud of his head colliding with the tile got lost in Jasper's laugh. He crumpled to his knees at Jasper's feet. A thick hand wrapped around the bottom of his chin, forcing him to look his attacker in the eye.
All he heard was the angry bite of no teeth and a stinging slap to the side of his face before Jasper forced himself inside of Kurt's mouth. Kurt's feet stayed splayed out between Jasper's legs. His hands limp at his side. Jasper's nails dug angry grooves along Kurt's jaw and thin rivulets of blood flowed down his face like tears before falling over his lips. The salty taste of his own blood made his gag reflex work even faster. Tiny black spot appeared in front of Kurt's eyes and one vicious thrust sent his entire body careening farther into the wall. The thin skin of his thighs scrapped against the tile and the back of his head ricocheted against the wall behind him.
In the background, Kurt thought he heard a scuffle. He thought he heard an angry growl. He thought he was about to be saved. He closed his eyes in defeat because before he had gotten there, he had thought a lot of things. He thought he would belong to someone. He thought he would belong to someone like Puck.
Before he was a statistic, Kurt had always thought a lot of things.
**
“Seriously, Paul. You really think I'm gonna go three days without a shower? You got another thing coming. Especially after Trangious threw his jizz at me. What the fuck are you doin' out here anyway? Ain't you supposed to on soap watch?” Puck's voice made the guard flinch.
Puck knew that he was hitting shower time right at the tail end and he would be lucky if they let him shower. The animal next to him in the hole was always pulling gross shit like that. He hoped he wouldn't have to settle for three days of hoe baths. Paul was usually a hardass but for some reason he let Puck slip in as the last punk scurried out. The steam clung to his skin and his body ached for the hot water.
As he turned the corner, Puck stopped short and what he saw. The water that boomed through the small room did nothing to mask what has happening. The gagging, sick sound made Puck's veins fill with venom. Every piece of him hoped Kurt had passed out. His body flew towards Jasper in instinct. The think rush of mine made Puck crazy. The thought that someone was hurting his boy made him lose it.
The minute he pulled Jasper away, Kurt crumpled to the floor completely. Puck used his surprise to his advantage. He rained down punches until Jasper was motionless underneath him and tears of fury welled in his eyes. His knuckles split with every punch he couldn't stop himself. Everything was too familiar, too real. Strong arms pulled him up by his armpits. He struggled against the tight grip until he realized that it was James.
“Puck, c'mon man. It's me. It's Jimmy. Fuck, man.” The calm voice in his ear made Puck's blood slow. He looked at Jasper crumbled on the floor for a brief second until the thin whimper sounded from behind them. Puck pulled himself out of Jimmy's arms and went to kneel beside Kurt.
His eyes stayed locked on Kurt's face as Paul comes in from outside and sees what turning his back had caused.
“What the fuck happened here? James, we have to get these two to the infirmary.” Paul's shocked voice makes Puck's blood boil. But he has to keep Kurt away from Jasper. He turns pleading eyes towards James.
“Jimmy, please? Let me take care of him. I'll fix him up in our cell. Please?” Puck desperation seeps into every word. James just nods as Paul looks on slack-jawed. Puck wraps Kurt in a few towels and carries him toward the exit. James places a hand on his shoulder as he passes.
“I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner.” James whispers. Puck nods, slightly sad before he walks out the door.
The guards are left with a blood-soaked floor and a mess to clean up.
**
The hallways are empty as Puck heads back to their cell. He's thankful that they let him out right before the yard was opened. The loud noise that flowed from outside seemed to amplify the terrified gasps that were forcing themselves past Puck's throat. Kurt's body was trembling as he was cradled to his chest. Glassy eyes looked back at him and he knew Kurt couldn't see him. Water from his wet hair mixed with the lines of blood on his face. Each drip that landed on his forearm made him want to go back to the shower room and beat the fuck out of Jasper some more.
The quiet whoosh of Kurt's breathing filled the small cell and Puck laid him down on the bottom bunk. He carefully dressed Kurt as fast as he could and bundled him up under the thick blankets. He grabbed a flannel and let the hot water from the tap flow through the thin cotton. Each swipe over Kurt's face turned the cloth bright red and Puck cursed himself every time the water turned the sink pink with Kurt's blood.
Puck looked at Kurt's face once all the blood was gone. He was the most beautiful thing Puck had ever seen. He ran his thumb over Kurt's swollen bottom lip and shuddered in pleasure as Kurt's warm breath skated over the roughened skin. Puck knelt by the bed and stared at Kurt. A few deep, warm breaths passed over his skin and Puck could see the moment Kurt's eyes started to clear.
He scrambled back in fear before he realized where he was. The sharp hint of fear and relief made Kurt's eyes wide. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. The glazed look overcame his eyes again. Kurt's hand shoots out to curl tightly around his fingers.
Puck sat on the floor with his hand tucked firmly in Kurt's. His back protested as the edge of the bed pressed angrily into his spine. Kurt shudders increased and he started to mumble softly.
The words seemed familiar to Puck. They reminded him of working on cars with his dad in the garage. It reminded him of summer and fruit punch. It reminded him of home. He understood why Kurt found comforting in the words and couldn't help but sing with him.
His soft voice mixed with Kurt's and he tried to remember that they were once the kind of boys that knew all the words to Coat of Many Colors.
Hours later, when the small light of his bunk is the only light they have, Kurt won't be scared anymore and Puck won't be able to stop singing.
Author: emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2737
Spoilers: Season 1
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut/AU
Warnings: dub-con and non-con are the major ones and I'll post more as I finish each chapter. This chapter has a completely non-consensual blowjob. I tried not to get too graphic but I still think it's kinda harsh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets six months in Lima Minimum Security Prison. Puck is his cellmate.
AN: This is a fill for the glee_kink_meme, here for one Miss twisted_ingenue Kink, like whoa. I do want to let people know that none of the non-con will happen between Puck and Kurt. Also Kurt will NEVER be anally raped. I just couldn't do it. Please let me know what you think because I left my comfort zone about eighty miles back. Also I am epically sorry about how long this took to get updated. I hope to be much quicker for the next few chapters.
The scuffle that breaks out across the room doesn't even make him raise his head at first. Puck warned him about looking where you weren't meant to be looking. Boys like him had to keep their heads down in a place like this. It been less than twenty-four hours but Kurt can still identify Puck's grunt as he is thrown to the floor. Kurt lifts his gaze in time to see the way Puck's cheek hits the concrete hard enough to send his head ricocheting back towards the ceiling. The small pieces of apple try to force themselves back up and Kurt swallows heavy three times before his stomach cooperates.
The big guard has his knee pressed deep into Puck's lower back. Even from three feet away, Kurt can see that he's fighting for breath. Through everything Puck wears a stoic look, like this has happened before and all these fuckers are crazy to think they can break him with some alone time. It make Kurt kind of proud that Puck chose him. He smiles lightly to himself before raising his head to look at Puck on last time before his trip to solitary. The arrogant look doesn't leave Puck's face until they're almost out the door. Puck looks over his shoulder and locks eyes with Kurt across the room.
What Kurt sees there makes him hide in the cell for the rest of the day and forces him to feign sleep when one of the nice guards leans in to tell him it time for dinner.
Puck is scared. The fear dances wildly in his eyes and shoots daggers of icy fear through Kurt's veins. Solitary has nothing to do with the terror Puck felt. The hole was a place he'd gone more times than he could count. No, the fear wasn't because he would be alone for twenty-four hours. The fear came from the fact that Kurt would be too.
Dread settled deep in Kurt's stomach. Tyler chattered beside him about how great Finn was. Kurt spent the next half an hour trying not to cry.
**
Hunger gnaws at Kurt's stomach. He knows that he won't be able to keep hiding in the cell until Puck gets back. The thought sends his clenching belly into a deeper tailspin. Cramps double him over and he knows that he has to go down for breakfast. The night had been eaten away by the taunting jeers of Jasper's gang. The hateful promised whispers of what was going to happen when they got him alone.
When Kurt finally realizes he has to get up and face the day, the soft scent of Puck floats around the room. It clings to the rough wool blankets and Kurt can almost smell Puck on his skin. He knows he's wasted too much time, when James peeks his head inside the cell. This is only Kurt second day but he knows that James is the kind of guard you want on your side. He's the kind of guy that will talk to you like you're human. He's the kind of guy that will give you a soft, warm smile that gives you the courage to make it down to the mess hall for breakfast. Kurt pulls on one of Puck's thin sweaters before he ventures out of the safety of their cell. The soft slide of cool fabric almost make the eyes burning holes into his back bearable.
However unforgiving the mess hall was the day before, had nothing on the crushing weight that settles on Kurt's chest when he had to walk in alone. Tyler slides his arm around Kurt's waist just in time to catch him as his knees give out. Tyler pretends he doesn't hear the shuddered frantic breaths that flow out of Kurt. At the punk table everyone that can actually look in him the eye, gives him a sympathetic look. Their lips pull into tight lines and the sad nod of resignation makes dread sit heavy in Kurt's stomach. The corn muffin on his tray rattles as his hand shakes and Kurt knows he has to eat. The dry bread falls down his throat like lead. It sits heavy inside of him but he forces a second bite down.
He is in tense negotiation with his stomach and his gag reflex when it happens. Tyler's nervous chatter stops as a meaty hand lands beside Kurt's tray. The fingers clench as harsh breath starts to hit the back of Kurt's neck. The corn muffin Kurt is eating falls out of his limp hand and Jasper's fingers lock around the hair at the back of Kurt's neck. Jasper forces Kurt's face down onto the tray. The harsh slap of Kurt's face hitting the metal masking the panicked gasp that forces its way past Kurt's lips.
“Mmmmm... I can't wait to get you alone.” Jasper's stale breath skates over Kurt's ear as his menacing erection was pushed ominously against Kurt's spine. With one last hard push against the side of Kurt's face, Jasper lets go of Kurt. His jaw is on fire and his veins run cold. As Kurt lifts his head, he sees Jasper tossing his corn muffin from hand to hand in the air wearing a smirk that makes Tyler turn his head away when he sees it.
Kurt is barely able to make it back to the cell before he throws up in the sink.
**
The rest of morning is lost in spinning thoughts and deep breaths meant to calm his nerves. They never said how long Puck was going to be gone and Kurt knows he was stupid to think that Puck coming back was going to make everything okay. Puck might be gone for a long time. Tyler said that he usually didn't go away for more than a few days. That seemed like a lifetime to Kurt.
The longer he forced himself to sit in their tiny little cell the more insecure he began to feel about what he had here. Puck had never laid public claim to him. They hadn't even had more than a couple conversations before Puck went away. Kurt was so lost in the way Tyler waxed poetic about how lucky he was that Puck chose him that he didn't even think about the fact that Puck hadn't yet. Kurt was so lost in the soft smell and deep brown eyes that he hadn't considered the fact that Puck might not want him.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror and realized that he really wouldn't blame Puck for not wanting him. His pale skin looked sickly in the harsh light. His thin body seemed out of place here. The fact he had even been stupid enough to hope that Puck would want him turned his stomach.
Kurt had just finished folding the sweater he had worn to breakfast, when the loudspeaker announced that it was time to shower. Tears sprung to his eyes as he gave a fleeting glance back to the comforting cotton on the middle of Puck's bed.
**
The room itself wasn't scary. The cool blue tiles reminded him of all the times he would go swimming at the YMCA pool when his mom was still alive. The strong smell of industrial soap made Kurt long for the days of bubble baths. They were all stood in a single file line. The order they were in was very deliberate. Anyone else from the outside really wouldn't be able to see it but Kurt could. It was exactly like everything else there. The alphas were first. All standing straight, tall in the face of what they were being asked to do. Each alpha was directly followed by his punks. His boys. Thin boys that stood out strung between the men that took care of them. The first few guys in the line had four or five of these kinds of boys behind them. The number of boys dwindled between each until the line got to Finn. He had two other boys behind him plus the new addition of Tyler.
Kurt watched as each group took their turns disappearing into the shower room. He noticed how only one alpha was ever allowed at a time and that every single one of his boys had to follow. They were never left on their own. As Tyler strutted behind Finn, he threw Kurt a small smile. Despite his nervousness, Kurt found himself returning that smile.
Standing wrapped only in a towel was pushing all of Kurt self-consciousness to the surface. The fine mist of water that came spilling from the shower room landed heavy on Kurt's skin. A shiver ran through him as his turn to shower came. The room was empty except for him and two other new boys that hadn't been claimed yet. The heat and rush of the water made the tension in Kurt's shoulders ease. He started to hum softly under his breath as the water cascaded over him. He glanced at the guard by the door and gave him a small smile. The smile the guard gave him in return made his heart clench and suddenly everything felt too quiet. The room was too empty.
He saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye a split second before familiar fingers pulled at his hair. His tiny screech was muffled by the water. The thick thud of his head colliding with the tile got lost in Jasper's laugh. He crumpled to his knees at Jasper's feet. A thick hand wrapped around the bottom of his chin, forcing him to look his attacker in the eye.
All he heard was the angry bite of no teeth and a stinging slap to the side of his face before Jasper forced himself inside of Kurt's mouth. Kurt's feet stayed splayed out between Jasper's legs. His hands limp at his side. Jasper's nails dug angry grooves along Kurt's jaw and thin rivulets of blood flowed down his face like tears before falling over his lips. The salty taste of his own blood made his gag reflex work even faster. Tiny black spot appeared in front of Kurt's eyes and one vicious thrust sent his entire body careening farther into the wall. The thin skin of his thighs scrapped against the tile and the back of his head ricocheted against the wall behind him.
In the background, Kurt thought he heard a scuffle. He thought he heard an angry growl. He thought he was about to be saved. He closed his eyes in defeat because before he had gotten there, he had thought a lot of things. He thought he would belong to someone. He thought he would belong to someone like Puck.
Before he was a statistic, Kurt had always thought a lot of things.
**
“Seriously, Paul. You really think I'm gonna go three days without a shower? You got another thing coming. Especially after Trangious threw his jizz at me. What the fuck are you doin' out here anyway? Ain't you supposed to on soap watch?” Puck's voice made the guard flinch.
Puck knew that he was hitting shower time right at the tail end and he would be lucky if they let him shower. The animal next to him in the hole was always pulling gross shit like that. He hoped he wouldn't have to settle for three days of hoe baths. Paul was usually a hardass but for some reason he let Puck slip in as the last punk scurried out. The steam clung to his skin and his body ached for the hot water.
As he turned the corner, Puck stopped short and what he saw. The water that boomed through the small room did nothing to mask what has happening. The gagging, sick sound made Puck's veins fill with venom. Every piece of him hoped Kurt had passed out. His body flew towards Jasper in instinct. The think rush of mine made Puck crazy. The thought that someone was hurting his boy made him lose it.
The minute he pulled Jasper away, Kurt crumpled to the floor completely. Puck used his surprise to his advantage. He rained down punches until Jasper was motionless underneath him and tears of fury welled in his eyes. His knuckles split with every punch he couldn't stop himself. Everything was too familiar, too real. Strong arms pulled him up by his armpits. He struggled against the tight grip until he realized that it was James.
“Puck, c'mon man. It's me. It's Jimmy. Fuck, man.” The calm voice in his ear made Puck's blood slow. He looked at Jasper crumbled on the floor for a brief second until the thin whimper sounded from behind them. Puck pulled himself out of Jimmy's arms and went to kneel beside Kurt.
His eyes stayed locked on Kurt's face as Paul comes in from outside and sees what turning his back had caused.
“What the fuck happened here? James, we have to get these two to the infirmary.” Paul's shocked voice makes Puck's blood boil. But he has to keep Kurt away from Jasper. He turns pleading eyes towards James.
“Jimmy, please? Let me take care of him. I'll fix him up in our cell. Please?” Puck desperation seeps into every word. James just nods as Paul looks on slack-jawed. Puck wraps Kurt in a few towels and carries him toward the exit. James places a hand on his shoulder as he passes.
“I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner.” James whispers. Puck nods, slightly sad before he walks out the door.
The guards are left with a blood-soaked floor and a mess to clean up.
**
The hallways are empty as Puck heads back to their cell. He's thankful that they let him out right before the yard was opened. The loud noise that flowed from outside seemed to amplify the terrified gasps that were forcing themselves past Puck's throat. Kurt's body was trembling as he was cradled to his chest. Glassy eyes looked back at him and he knew Kurt couldn't see him. Water from his wet hair mixed with the lines of blood on his face. Each drip that landed on his forearm made him want to go back to the shower room and beat the fuck out of Jasper some more.
The quiet whoosh of Kurt's breathing filled the small cell and Puck laid him down on the bottom bunk. He carefully dressed Kurt as fast as he could and bundled him up under the thick blankets. He grabbed a flannel and let the hot water from the tap flow through the thin cotton. Each swipe over Kurt's face turned the cloth bright red and Puck cursed himself every time the water turned the sink pink with Kurt's blood.
Puck looked at Kurt's face once all the blood was gone. He was the most beautiful thing Puck had ever seen. He ran his thumb over Kurt's swollen bottom lip and shuddered in pleasure as Kurt's warm breath skated over the roughened skin. Puck knelt by the bed and stared at Kurt. A few deep, warm breaths passed over his skin and Puck could see the moment Kurt's eyes started to clear.
He scrambled back in fear before he realized where he was. The sharp hint of fear and relief made Kurt's eyes wide. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. The glazed look overcame his eyes again. Kurt's hand shoots out to curl tightly around his fingers.
Puck sat on the floor with his hand tucked firmly in Kurt's. His back protested as the edge of the bed pressed angrily into his spine. Kurt shudders increased and he started to mumble softly.
The words seemed familiar to Puck. They reminded him of working on cars with his dad in the garage. It reminded him of summer and fruit punch. It reminded him of home. He understood why Kurt found comforting in the words and couldn't help but sing with him.
His soft voice mixed with Kurt's and he tried to remember that they were once the kind of boys that knew all the words to Coat of Many Colors.
Hours later, when the small light of his bunk is the only light they have, Kurt won't be scared anymore and Puck won't be able to stop singing.