Gemma and The Hallway Hands (Part 9 of ?)
Title: Gemma and The Hallway Hands (Part 9 of ?)
Author:emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck, Finn/Mercedes, Will/Gemma (OC)
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Word Count: 1611 words
Spoilers: Season One.
Genre: Romance/Slight Angst/Dashes of Fluff
Warnings: het romance (see parings)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Don't rub it in okay. I'm still in the depression stage.
Summary: McKinley High gets a new school nurse and she takes special notice of one Noah Puckerman... Get your mind out of the gutter... not that kind of notice.
Previously on GATHH: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Kurt is surprised that no one has answered the door but then he sees that Finn has fallen asleep with Sports Center on. When Kurt makes it to the door he can't see anyone through the small window of the door. History has taught him that he should run and lock his door behind him.
Instead he slowly pushes the door open to reveal something that makes him happy he decided to be brave. Noah is pacing up and down his walkway, his shoes scuffing along the cement. A nervous hand running through his hair. His head shoots up at the creak of the door.
“Noah, what are you doing here?” Kurt breathless whisper cuts through the darkness of the night.
Noah doesn't really respond. He just walks towards Kurt, stopping when he reaches the bottom of the three stairs that lead to the front door. Kurt follows and takes one step down towards him. The one step between them force them to the same height.
Kurt can feel Noah gaze burning him. Skating around his features like he's trying to see how they all fit together. A shy, questing hand reaches forward towards his face. Everything moves in slow motion and Kurt can catalogue the details.
Noah's tired eyes. His bunched shoulders. The soft skin of Noah's hand. The way his eyes cross slightly as it nears him and he can see fine, white, long-healed scars on the top of Noah's hand. The sparks that skate across his bottom lip as the crooked knuckle of Noah's right hand brushes almost close enough to touch.
“It's almost healed.” The fine red line almost gets lost in the color of Kurt's lips.
“Yeah. It's almost like it never happened.” Noah shivers at the sensation of Kurt's breath over his fingers.
“We both know that's not true. You'll always see the marks we left on you.”
Kurt's downward cast eyes tell Noah just how right he is.
“I'm so sorry I was ever part of it.”
“I know that, Noah. I'd forgive you anything.”
“Do you really? Forgive me, I mean.”
“I have to, Noah. Not loving you hurts more than any of that other stuff.”
Noah just stares as him until Kurt raises his hand towards him. Fingers ghosting over the left side of Noah's head.
“It's almost gone. Your mohawk. It's almost gone. Are you going to shave it again?” Noah shaking his head makes Kurt's fingers collide with the soft new hair. His fingers stay buried there for a minute until he slides his hand down to cup Noah's jaw.
“Good to hear. I miss your hair. Remember your curls? I always loved those curls.” Kurt's eyes get a faraway look and that's when Noah glances towards the hand at Kurt's side. He sees his note clutched in Kurt's fist.
“You read it? What do you think?”
Kurt's hand left Noah's face to clasp the hand still hovering over his lip.
“Well Noah Puckerman, I think it's high time we went on a date.”
Noah looked at their hands creating a bridge between the distance and smiled. The booming voice that broke through the haze made Noah drop Kurt's hand.
“Kurt, what the hell? Who's ringing the doorbell that this time of night? Are those assholes back again?”
Burt Hummel stood at the front door, sleep wrinkled and ready for a fight. His son's blush and the wide eyes of the strange boy made Burt ready to fight for another reason.
“I'm sorry for coming by so late, Mr Hummel. It was something that couldn't wait until Monday.”
“Dad, this is Noah. You remember him, don't you?”
Burt's eyes narrowed. Yeah, he sure the fuck did remember Noah.
“Well did you get what you came for then, Puckerman?”
Noah gave Kurt a long look. “Yes sir. I think I did.”
“Good. Now go. Your mother's probably worried about you.”
“Yes, sir. See ya on Monday, Kurt.”
“Bye Noah.”
Noah was halfway down the walk way when he heard it.
“Kurt, is that boy your boyfriend?” Burt whispered.
“Yeah dad. I think he is.” Even from five feet he could feel Kurt's blush.
“Hey, Puckerman.”
“Yea..yes, sir.”
“I expect you here on Monday for a proper meet the father dinner. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Kurt gave him an awkward wave while keeping his hand at his side. He saw a sleepy Finn give him a thumbs up from the doorway.
Dinner with Burt ' I own a shotgun' Hummel.
Fuck!!!!
**
Kurt didn't really see that much of Mercedes that weekend. Sure, she was at his house almost the entire time but her and Finn had locked themselves behind the closed door of the basement. Finn told him he was really being a bro by staying upstairs most of the weekend. He didn't know if being a bro was a good thing. But the blissed out smile on Finn's face when he came scavenging for food told him that Mercedes was going to have tons to spill when the time was right.
Monday seemed to come too quickly and far too slowly all at the same time. Kurt thought he heard Noah call once but his dad had answered the phone. The bark of 'Noah, it's not Monday yet is it? That's what I thought. ' made Kurt smile into his hand.
Kurt trailed behind Finn and Mercedes on the way to the front doors. Their fingers were laced together, contrasting like beautiful piano keys. Finn was prancing around like he had the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm and Mercedes was walking with her head down, blushing slightly at all the added scrutiny. From Kurt's point of view Finn was absolutely right. Most beautiful girl in the whole world.
Finn was leaning against a neighboring locker, waiting for Mercedes to get her books, when impulse struck him. He leaned down, lifted Mercedes chin and pressed a light kiss to her upturned mouth. Mercedes still had her eyes closed when Rachel appeared like a ninja and grabbed Finn's wrist from under Mercedes chin.
“Finn Hudson, what do you think you're doing?”
“Rachel, not that it's any of your business but I'm kissing my girlfriend.”
Rachel's stutter made Finn's blood boil.
“Gir..lfriend? What about us?”
Mercedes' face flashed with anger. Obviously thinking that there was actually still an us between Finn and Rachel.
“You told me to move on, Rach. That's what I did. There is no us. Not anymore.”
“But there is with her?”
“Yeah, actually. A pretty major us. Like with capital letters and everything.”
Mercedes' shy smile made Kurt's heart sing. His girl was happy.
“Her, though? I mean it's Mercedes.”
Kurt saw the smile slide from her face and tears form in her eyes. Finn advanced on Rachel like he was actually considering hitting a girl. Kurt locked one of his hands to Mercedes' while he pushed his body between Finn and Rachel.
“Rachel Berry, if you continue to shoot your mouth I will be forced to bitch slap you up one side and down the other and from the look of a couple other people in this hallway, I'll have some help.”
Rachel finally took in her surroundings. She saw Finn's flared nostrils, his eyes flaming in a way she had never seen, Mercedes' tears and the gathering crowd of glee clubbers forming behind the pair.
Tina's eyes looked like she wanted to go vampire on her ass. Artie just looked disappointed. Mike and Matt were shaking their heads at her. Brittney's eyebrows were drawn together and she looked confused because Santana seemed really mad. Both Santana and Quinn looked like they were crafting various ways to hide her body and a quick look at Noah told her they might have help.
She cut her losses and started to back down the hallway. The glee club had just performed a mutiny. For the first time in her life, Rachel thought maybe she was in the wrong.
Finn turned away from Rachel's retreating back and pulled Mercedes into a hug. She sobbed into his chest. Leaving tear stains on his clean shirt. He took her face in his hands and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Mercy, don't listen to her. I meant everything I said this weekend. Please don't forget that, baby.”
When Kurt saw her smile he knew that it was safe to leave them to their moment. His eyes locked with Noah's across the hall. Noah strolled up to him and took Finn's place by their lockers.
“So, fill me in about tonight. What's the plan?”
“You're really going to come?” Kurt attempt at casual was betrayed by the shock in his voice.
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?” Noah moved slightly to bump his shoulder against Kurt's.
“Tell me everything I need to know to survive this dinner.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I can't really take you on that date, if your dad kills and mounts me on the living room wall like a trophy, can I?”
“Well, I would like to keep you around for a bit. So first of all, never call him sir. He hates that.”
Noah blanches as the color drains from his face.
Dinner with Burt 'I have a shotgun, I hate to be called sir and guess what kid, you just called me sir four times' Hummel.
Double Fuck!!!!!
Author:emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck, Finn/Mercedes, Will/Gemma (OC)
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Word Count: 1611 words
Spoilers: Season One.
Genre: Romance/Slight Angst/Dashes of Fluff
Warnings: het romance (see parings)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Don't rub it in okay. I'm still in the depression stage.
Summary: McKinley High gets a new school nurse and she takes special notice of one Noah Puckerman... Get your mind out of the gutter... not that kind of notice.
Previously on GATHH: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Kurt is surprised that no one has answered the door but then he sees that Finn has fallen asleep with Sports Center on. When Kurt makes it to the door he can't see anyone through the small window of the door. History has taught him that he should run and lock his door behind him.
Instead he slowly pushes the door open to reveal something that makes him happy he decided to be brave. Noah is pacing up and down his walkway, his shoes scuffing along the cement. A nervous hand running through his hair. His head shoots up at the creak of the door.
“Noah, what are you doing here?” Kurt breathless whisper cuts through the darkness of the night.
Noah doesn't really respond. He just walks towards Kurt, stopping when he reaches the bottom of the three stairs that lead to the front door. Kurt follows and takes one step down towards him. The one step between them force them to the same height.
Kurt can feel Noah gaze burning him. Skating around his features like he's trying to see how they all fit together. A shy, questing hand reaches forward towards his face. Everything moves in slow motion and Kurt can catalogue the details.
Noah's tired eyes. His bunched shoulders. The soft skin of Noah's hand. The way his eyes cross slightly as it nears him and he can see fine, white, long-healed scars on the top of Noah's hand. The sparks that skate across his bottom lip as the crooked knuckle of Noah's right hand brushes almost close enough to touch.
“It's almost healed.” The fine red line almost gets lost in the color of Kurt's lips.
“Yeah. It's almost like it never happened.” Noah shivers at the sensation of Kurt's breath over his fingers.
“We both know that's not true. You'll always see the marks we left on you.”
Kurt's downward cast eyes tell Noah just how right he is.
“I'm so sorry I was ever part of it.”
“I know that, Noah. I'd forgive you anything.”
“Do you really? Forgive me, I mean.”
“I have to, Noah. Not loving you hurts more than any of that other stuff.”
Noah just stares as him until Kurt raises his hand towards him. Fingers ghosting over the left side of Noah's head.
“It's almost gone. Your mohawk. It's almost gone. Are you going to shave it again?” Noah shaking his head makes Kurt's fingers collide with the soft new hair. His fingers stay buried there for a minute until he slides his hand down to cup Noah's jaw.
“Good to hear. I miss your hair. Remember your curls? I always loved those curls.” Kurt's eyes get a faraway look and that's when Noah glances towards the hand at Kurt's side. He sees his note clutched in Kurt's fist.
“You read it? What do you think?”
Kurt's hand left Noah's face to clasp the hand still hovering over his lip.
“Well Noah Puckerman, I think it's high time we went on a date.”
Noah looked at their hands creating a bridge between the distance and smiled. The booming voice that broke through the haze made Noah drop Kurt's hand.
“Kurt, what the hell? Who's ringing the doorbell that this time of night? Are those assholes back again?”
Burt Hummel stood at the front door, sleep wrinkled and ready for a fight. His son's blush and the wide eyes of the strange boy made Burt ready to fight for another reason.
“I'm sorry for coming by so late, Mr Hummel. It was something that couldn't wait until Monday.”
“Dad, this is Noah. You remember him, don't you?”
Burt's eyes narrowed. Yeah, he sure the fuck did remember Noah.
“Well did you get what you came for then, Puckerman?”
Noah gave Kurt a long look. “Yes sir. I think I did.”
“Good. Now go. Your mother's probably worried about you.”
“Yes, sir. See ya on Monday, Kurt.”
“Bye Noah.”
Noah was halfway down the walk way when he heard it.
“Kurt, is that boy your boyfriend?” Burt whispered.
“Yeah dad. I think he is.” Even from five feet he could feel Kurt's blush.
“Hey, Puckerman.”
“Yea..yes, sir.”
“I expect you here on Monday for a proper meet the father dinner. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Kurt gave him an awkward wave while keeping his hand at his side. He saw a sleepy Finn give him a thumbs up from the doorway.
Dinner with Burt ' I own a shotgun' Hummel.
Fuck!!!!
**
Kurt didn't really see that much of Mercedes that weekend. Sure, she was at his house almost the entire time but her and Finn had locked themselves behind the closed door of the basement. Finn told him he was really being a bro by staying upstairs most of the weekend. He didn't know if being a bro was a good thing. But the blissed out smile on Finn's face when he came scavenging for food told him that Mercedes was going to have tons to spill when the time was right.
Monday seemed to come too quickly and far too slowly all at the same time. Kurt thought he heard Noah call once but his dad had answered the phone. The bark of 'Noah, it's not Monday yet is it? That's what I thought. ' made Kurt smile into his hand.
Kurt trailed behind Finn and Mercedes on the way to the front doors. Their fingers were laced together, contrasting like beautiful piano keys. Finn was prancing around like he had the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm and Mercedes was walking with her head down, blushing slightly at all the added scrutiny. From Kurt's point of view Finn was absolutely right. Most beautiful girl in the whole world.
Finn was leaning against a neighboring locker, waiting for Mercedes to get her books, when impulse struck him. He leaned down, lifted Mercedes chin and pressed a light kiss to her upturned mouth. Mercedes still had her eyes closed when Rachel appeared like a ninja and grabbed Finn's wrist from under Mercedes chin.
“Finn Hudson, what do you think you're doing?”
“Rachel, not that it's any of your business but I'm kissing my girlfriend.”
Rachel's stutter made Finn's blood boil.
“Gir..lfriend? What about us?”
Mercedes' face flashed with anger. Obviously thinking that there was actually still an us between Finn and Rachel.
“You told me to move on, Rach. That's what I did. There is no us. Not anymore.”
“But there is with her?”
“Yeah, actually. A pretty major us. Like with capital letters and everything.”
Mercedes' shy smile made Kurt's heart sing. His girl was happy.
“Her, though? I mean it's Mercedes.”
Kurt saw the smile slide from her face and tears form in her eyes. Finn advanced on Rachel like he was actually considering hitting a girl. Kurt locked one of his hands to Mercedes' while he pushed his body between Finn and Rachel.
“Rachel Berry, if you continue to shoot your mouth I will be forced to bitch slap you up one side and down the other and from the look of a couple other people in this hallway, I'll have some help.”
Rachel finally took in her surroundings. She saw Finn's flared nostrils, his eyes flaming in a way she had never seen, Mercedes' tears and the gathering crowd of glee clubbers forming behind the pair.
Tina's eyes looked like she wanted to go vampire on her ass. Artie just looked disappointed. Mike and Matt were shaking their heads at her. Brittney's eyebrows were drawn together and she looked confused because Santana seemed really mad. Both Santana and Quinn looked like they were crafting various ways to hide her body and a quick look at Noah told her they might have help.
She cut her losses and started to back down the hallway. The glee club had just performed a mutiny. For the first time in her life, Rachel thought maybe she was in the wrong.
Finn turned away from Rachel's retreating back and pulled Mercedes into a hug. She sobbed into his chest. Leaving tear stains on his clean shirt. He took her face in his hands and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Mercy, don't listen to her. I meant everything I said this weekend. Please don't forget that, baby.”
When Kurt saw her smile he knew that it was safe to leave them to their moment. His eyes locked with Noah's across the hall. Noah strolled up to him and took Finn's place by their lockers.
“So, fill me in about tonight. What's the plan?”
“You're really going to come?” Kurt attempt at casual was betrayed by the shock in his voice.
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?” Noah moved slightly to bump his shoulder against Kurt's.
“Tell me everything I need to know to survive this dinner.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I can't really take you on that date, if your dad kills and mounts me on the living room wall like a trophy, can I?”
“Well, I would like to keep you around for a bit. So first of all, never call him sir. He hates that.”
Noah blanches as the color drains from his face.
Dinner with Burt 'I have a shotgun, I hate to be called sir and guess what kid, you just called me sir four times' Hummel.
Double Fuck!!!!!