drabble-Off Character/ Pairing Round Three Prompt Two
Prompt: Finn/Puck
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Entry One: Ratings: M Warnings/Spoilers: Future Fic!, Miscarriage, Angst
Noah Hudson had made it home earlier than he expected. He wasn’t really feeling well enough to be staying at the office. His min started drifting to his baby, and he missed him. He missed felling his movements, feeling him grow inside him but now he just felt empty.
As Noah walked out to the front porch he took a deep breath and sighed. Why did this have to happen to him?
“Why?” He sighed looking to the sky. He felt hands wrap around his body as his husband snuggled tightly to him. Finn Hudson made his way into the house as he held Noah close to his body.
“Baby, thing like this just happen. No one knows why. They just do.”
Noah leaned back into his chest and inhaled his scent. He loved his smell. It made him feel a little better. Finn sensed that Noah was about to crack, so he held him firm. The moment was ruined by the doorbell.
Finn kissed Noah’s cheek as he walked over to the door.
“Did you order a package?” Finn asked as he looked at the package. “It’s addressed to you.”
Noah gazed at the package and looked at the return address. His body stiffened as he absorbed the information that he read.
“Open it.” Noah said trying to calm himself.
“What’s wrong?” Finn said before looking at the return address just like his husband and realising why Noah had tensed up.
The package was from a baby boutique, Noah had ordered a few weeks prior.
“Are you sure about this? I can send it back.” Finn said staring at the box in his hand.
“Yes I’m sure. I want to se it. Please, open it.”
He opened the package and pulled out the engraved silver baby rattle. It was the same type that he’d bought for his daughter Beth. He took the rattle from Finn’s hands. \
Finn watched as his husband’s body transformed from tension to absolute distress as everything hit him at once. Every emotion came to the surface and made Noah descend floor in a withering heap. The tears he’d fought for weeks came out in hysterical wails.
His cries and the fact he was on the floor broke Finn down as well as he surrounded him with his own quivering arms.
“My heart is broken Finn and I’m never going to be whole again.” He chocked out not letting go of the baby rattle.
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Entry Two: Being robbed, rating nc-17 because this may somehow be a trigger, future fic
He'd been watching the house for months and he knew the family was loaded. One was a veteran living off good ol' Uncle Sam, the other a somewhat known musician; they had two kids, ages seven and twelve. They'd gone out of town for the weekend for probably some stupid family vactaion and, desperate, he'd put the plan into action. Breaking through a garage window, he was relieved to find the door leading inside to be unlocked. From there, it was easy. He stuffed anything and everything he could possibly pawn into a pillow case, listening nervously for sounds as he ransacked the place. It was his first time but he knew not to leave any prints. And, doing one last sweep of the house, he for some reasonnoticed a note on the fridge.
Who knows what caused him to read it, maybe a pathetic desire to know what normal was after living most of his life in the barrios. All the same, it left him bitter as he ran back to the garage and climbed out the window; he was soon running down the dark, paved streets.
Puck,
I know I say it often but maybe I'm just sentimental with out 20th anniversary coming up. Anyway, I just wanted to say, I love you. I'm so grateful for the kids, and all the fun we've had, and despite the rough patches, we've made it out stronger than ever. Anyway, I don't want to get too mushy, so I guess I'll see you when you meet us at the airport.
Love you always, Finn
It sickened him, their happiness that is. And as he ran away with their material possessions, for a moment he selfishly hoped this would bring them down. Yet even still a part of him knew; he was below them. He was scum, and his attempts at hurting them, while momentarilly painful and inconvenient, would never truly touch them.
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Entry Three: Rated: PG,Warnigs/Spoliers: Taken liberty with hospital rules
"Daddy? Will Papa like my new haircut?"
Finn looked at the little girl in his arms as he made his way through the parking lot and into the hospital, "Yeah, honey, Papa is going to love your new haircut."
She seemed satisfied and held on quietly for the next few minutes enjoying the rare moment of being carried because sometimes, she had been told, five years old was too old to be carried. So, she held on for a few moment as her dad carried her off the elevator.
Finally, she was set on her feet again in front of the big desk area while her dad talked to the nurse before taking her hand and leading her down the hallway.
"Now, here's the plan okay? The baby isn't here yet, so we only get to be in there for a little bit before you have to go wait in the waiting room with everyone else, okay?'
She nodded. Finn smiled at her and for a moment he remembered when they were last on this floor, waiting or her; he had just made it back from he last tour in time for Noah's water breaking. This time, he was grateful to be stationed in the country, he wouldn't want to miss this for the world. He knocked and waited for his husband's voice to tell him it was safe to come in.
"Look who's here."
Noah Puckerman--Hudson looked up from the hospital bed he was trying to find a comfortable position around the rather large baby bump. He saw his husband enter the doorway followed by their little girl, he eyes widened as he eyes gazed over her hair.
"You finally let her..." He smiled patting the side of the bed for her to climb, he hand gazed the now bar skin on either side of the strip of hair.
"Do you like it Papa?"
"Of course I do." She beamed at his approval.
"When the baby comes, can he get a mowhawk, too?"
A nurse quickly interrupted their little reunion, "It's time, the operating room is ready."
Noah barred through the pain before he kissed the five year old on either side of her mowhawk before whispering, "Time to show Uncle Kurt."
"Do you think he'll like it?"
Finn and Noah's eyes met momentarily each imagine the various levels of freaking out Kurt would do upon learning they had allowed his goddaughter to get a her hair cut like Noah's high school days, "He's going to love it."
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Voting is Below. Enjoy.
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Entry One: Ratings: M Warnings/Spoilers: Future Fic!, Miscarriage, Angst
Noah Hudson had made it home earlier than he expected. He wasn’t really feeling well enough to be staying at the office. His min started drifting to his baby, and he missed him. He missed felling his movements, feeling him grow inside him but now he just felt empty.
As Noah walked out to the front porch he took a deep breath and sighed. Why did this have to happen to him?
“Why?” He sighed looking to the sky. He felt hands wrap around his body as his husband snuggled tightly to him. Finn Hudson made his way into the house as he held Noah close to his body.
“Baby, thing like this just happen. No one knows why. They just do.”
Noah leaned back into his chest and inhaled his scent. He loved his smell. It made him feel a little better. Finn sensed that Noah was about to crack, so he held him firm. The moment was ruined by the doorbell.
Finn kissed Noah’s cheek as he walked over to the door.
“Did you order a package?” Finn asked as he looked at the package. “It’s addressed to you.”
Noah gazed at the package and looked at the return address. His body stiffened as he absorbed the information that he read.
“Open it.” Noah said trying to calm himself.
“What’s wrong?” Finn said before looking at the return address just like his husband and realising why Noah had tensed up.
The package was from a baby boutique, Noah had ordered a few weeks prior.
“Are you sure about this? I can send it back.” Finn said staring at the box in his hand.
“Yes I’m sure. I want to se it. Please, open it.”
He opened the package and pulled out the engraved silver baby rattle. It was the same type that he’d bought for his daughter Beth. He took the rattle from Finn’s hands. \
Finn watched as his husband’s body transformed from tension to absolute distress as everything hit him at once. Every emotion came to the surface and made Noah descend floor in a withering heap. The tears he’d fought for weeks came out in hysterical wails.
His cries and the fact he was on the floor broke Finn down as well as he surrounded him with his own quivering arms.
“My heart is broken Finn and I’m never going to be whole again.” He chocked out not letting go of the baby rattle.
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Entry Two: Being robbed, rating nc-17 because this may somehow be a trigger, future fic
He'd been watching the house for months and he knew the family was loaded. One was a veteran living off good ol' Uncle Sam, the other a somewhat known musician; they had two kids, ages seven and twelve. They'd gone out of town for the weekend for probably some stupid family vactaion and, desperate, he'd put the plan into action. Breaking through a garage window, he was relieved to find the door leading inside to be unlocked. From there, it was easy. He stuffed anything and everything he could possibly pawn into a pillow case, listening nervously for sounds as he ransacked the place. It was his first time but he knew not to leave any prints. And, doing one last sweep of the house, he for some reasonnoticed a note on the fridge.
Who knows what caused him to read it, maybe a pathetic desire to know what normal was after living most of his life in the barrios. All the same, it left him bitter as he ran back to the garage and climbed out the window; he was soon running down the dark, paved streets.
Puck,
I know I say it often but maybe I'm just sentimental with out 20th anniversary coming up. Anyway, I just wanted to say, I love you. I'm so grateful for the kids, and all the fun we've had, and despite the rough patches, we've made it out stronger than ever. Anyway, I don't want to get too mushy, so I guess I'll see you when you meet us at the airport.
Love you always, Finn
It sickened him, their happiness that is. And as he ran away with their material possessions, for a moment he selfishly hoped this would bring them down. Yet even still a part of him knew; he was below them. He was scum, and his attempts at hurting them, while momentarilly painful and inconvenient, would never truly touch them.
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Entry Three: Rated: PG,Warnigs/Spoliers: Taken liberty with hospital rules
"Daddy? Will Papa like my new haircut?"
Finn looked at the little girl in his arms as he made his way through the parking lot and into the hospital, "Yeah, honey, Papa is going to love your new haircut."
She seemed satisfied and held on quietly for the next few minutes enjoying the rare moment of being carried because sometimes, she had been told, five years old was too old to be carried. So, she held on for a few moment as her dad carried her off the elevator.
Finally, she was set on her feet again in front of the big desk area while her dad talked to the nurse before taking her hand and leading her down the hallway.
"Now, here's the plan okay? The baby isn't here yet, so we only get to be in there for a little bit before you have to go wait in the waiting room with everyone else, okay?'
She nodded. Finn smiled at her and for a moment he remembered when they were last on this floor, waiting or her; he had just made it back from he last tour in time for Noah's water breaking. This time, he was grateful to be stationed in the country, he wouldn't want to miss this for the world. He knocked and waited for his husband's voice to tell him it was safe to come in.
"Look who's here."
Noah Puckerman--Hudson looked up from the hospital bed he was trying to find a comfortable position around the rather large baby bump. He saw his husband enter the doorway followed by their little girl, he eyes widened as he eyes gazed over her hair.
"You finally let her..." He smiled patting the side of the bed for her to climb, he hand gazed the now bar skin on either side of the strip of hair.
"Do you like it Papa?"
"Of course I do." She beamed at his approval.
"When the baby comes, can he get a mowhawk, too?"
A nurse quickly interrupted their little reunion, "It's time, the operating room is ready."
Noah barred through the pain before he kissed the five year old on either side of her mowhawk before whispering, "Time to show Uncle Kurt."
"Do you think he'll like it?"
Finn and Noah's eyes met momentarily each imagine the various levels of freaking out Kurt would do upon learning they had allowed his goddaughter to get a her hair cut like Noah's high school days, "He's going to love it."
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Poll Character/Pairing Round Three
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