Misses and Kisses
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first fic post ever.
Also posted on PUCKURT comm. :)
"Fag" comes another shout from the jocks, he kept walking, head down, hands stuffed tightly into the pockets on his tracksuit bottoms....yes...tracksuit bottoms, Kurt was wearing light grey trackies and a loose black t-shirt. He turned the corner, avoiding the ice cold slushies coming his way, dodging quickly and hauling his light frame into the boys toilets, his usually fluffy footsteps heavy on the ground, his head facing the floor.
It's fifth period at William McKinley, Kurt, thus far, has been having an awful day, today is the anniversary of his mothers death and his father has subsequently gone off the rails (as he does every year), Kurt woke up to find his father sprawled out on the sofa with beer bottles scattered around his feet. Staying home today just isn't an option, he'd only just arrived at school. His outfit looked perfect (despite it being odd), his hair looked untouched, from a distance he looked like normal Kurt.
Sitting carefully on the counter, Kurt checked his appearance in the mirror, frowning to himself, he sniffed a few times and blinked back tears. His attention was drawn quickly away from his reflection as he heard the bathroom door open, in stumbled Puck, laughing heartily, he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he noticed Kurt, slumped against the mirror, now sitting in the corner, legs dangling loosely off the edge, designer bag shoved on the floor carelessly. Puck stepped over the bag and stood by Kurt, towering over him slightly, Kurt moved his head upwards slowly, still not looking directly at the taller man.
"Are you alright man?" Puck asked, sounding genuinely concerned, he wasn't sure what did it, the fact Kurt looked so helpless or the fact he knew instinctively something was wrong from his attire. Kurt heard the tone in his voice and lifted his head, locking his eyes with Pucks and shook his head to indicate a no. Puck was taken a back upon seeing Kurt's face, his eyes were puffy and his face was red, he had been crying, unusual for the boy who normally wears mascara and has perfect skin.
Kurt did something unexpected, he lent forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Pucks waist, Puck hesitated before putting an arm around Kurt and squeezing lightly, he'd never seen Kurt anything other than upbeat, "What's the matter?" Puck asked as they both drew away, Kurt looked down at his sneakers and let out a small whisper "my mum died ten years ago today", he didn't even need to look up for Puck to know he was crying again, once again Puck hugged him, not expecting it even from himself, "I have to get to class I'm sorry" he said before squeezing Kurt's shoulder lightly and hurrying out of the room. Not that Puck and Kurt hadn't become somewhat friendly over the past few months, sure they still had sarcastic arguments and jokingly bitchy comments, but anything like this had never occured, they'd never even had physical contact other than Kurt being thrown into a dumpster by Puck.
By the end of sixth period, all Puck was thinking about was Kurt, much to his confusion, Puck hadn't told anyone he was gay, not even his closest friends, if you could call them friends, being a man-whore was a cover-up, a good one at that, he didn't know if he was attracted to Kurt or pitied him, all he knew was that he couldn't stop thinking about him, to tell the truth, it was not the first time he had found Kurt filling his thoughts, watching him sing in rehearsals, Pucks mind normally got caught up thinking about the boy.
The auditorium was full of Gleeks, Mr Schuester was waiting for Kurt to arrive, the rest of the team was getting edgy, especially Mercedes, "Where is he? He's never late!" she ranted whilst walking around the room, "He's probably putting on lipstick" Quinn joked, Puck simply rolled his eyes, "I'll go have a look for him" he offered, knowing exactly where he'd be, Mr Schue nodded as Puck exited the room, not waiting for permission.
Making his way back into the toilets, Puck once again clocked his vision on Kurt, still in the same position as earlier, he walked over to him again, instead of stepping over the bag he picked it up quickly and slung it over his shoulder, "you coming to Glee?" he asked lightly, Kurt nodded and went to move, he successfully hopped off the counter but his legs gave out slightly as his trainer adorned feet hit the floor, Puck put his arm out and supportively grabbed Kurt's waist, holding him up, he kept this position as he walked him out, opening the door, holding his bag and keeping him upright at the same time, he kept looking at Kurts face as they walked, looking for any signs of emotion, Kurt kept his vision focused entirley on the floor.
The rest of the Glee clubbers looked shocked as they saw the boys enter, Puck walked Kurt over to the chair and sat him down, taking the bag off his shoulder and draping it over the chair, raised eyebrows from the group, Puck made his way over to Mr Schuester as he heard Mercedes shuffle across the floor "Baby, are you alright? What's the matter?", Puck turned slightly and saw her perched on the floor in front of Kurt, who raised a small but sad smile as she kissed him on the cheek and fussed over him.
"Mr Schue" Puck began, he nodded to notice Pucks presence "take it easy on Kurt today, he's not himself",
"I know" Will replied, a tone that indicated he actually did KNOW what was the matter. "Right everyone, time to show your songs!" Mr Schue yelled out, everyone sat down and waited for someone to volunteer, Mr Schuester walked over to Kurt and whispered "You don't have to if you don't want to" Kurt nodded and when Will walked away stuck his hand slowly up in the air, "I want to sing" he squeaked out, trying to sound confident but his voice broke half way through, causing the Gleeks to look at him, the group kept quiet as Kurt walked to the piano and started to play.
To Where You Are - Josh Groban
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTdqdOC2DtI
Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory, so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are
Puck squeezed his eyes closed tightly, he hadn't cried in years, but hot tears were slowly streaming down his cheeks, his eyes glued on Kurt, Mercedes was crying too, she glanced at Puck and was shocked to see him crying, one of her many talents is that she could read people like books, she raised an eyebrow but was drawn back to Kurt as he started the third verse.
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are my
Forever love
Watching me from up above
And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave
As Kurt went into the second chorus, even Rachel was crying, as Kurt hit the high note of the second chorus, she fought back the urge to clap and just listened silently, Finn hugged her as he noticed the tears, Mercedes had silently grabbed Pucks hand, a gesture which shocked him, but he didn't protest, he gave it one gentle squeeze and placed both their hands on his knee, she knew.
Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are
I know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are
The Gleeks sat silently, stunned, Kurt was crying silent tears, those closest to him knew exactly what was the matter the moment he started the song, Puck eyes were still closed, taking in the song, Mercedes swallowed her tears and gently let go of Pucks hand. She stood up, clapping, the rest quickly joined, clapping his performance with gusto, Kurt walked over and hugged Mercedes tightly, her arms wrapped around his slight body as though if she let go he'd break, she picked him up off he floor lightly as he buried his face in her hair and sighed, she set him back down, wiping a tear off his cheek as she did so, Puck couldn't help but smile, that was true friendship, something he had never known, he felt close to Mercedes, they had, had late night conversations online and become somewhat friends.
When Glee was over and everyone had performed their songs, Kurt asked Mr Schuester if he could use the auditorium to practise, of course Mr Schuester agreed, the group cascaded out in a huddle, Puck, however, sat at the piano, hands gliding across the keys but not pressing, he had always wanted to play piano but never had the patience to learn. Kurt placed himself next to Puck on the piano stool and pressed a few notes, Puck watched his fingers as they moved lightly, grazing the keys.
Kurt bit his lip as he hummed a tune that Puck did not know "I'm sorry" Puck started, Kurt looked up, shocked, he could have sworn Puck was having a brain aneurysm today, "It's okay, sorry for dragging you into it" Puck's fingers stopped abruptly "You didn't drag me into anything Kurt, I wanted to help" he sighed as he placed his fingers back on the keys, "I can't do this, I suck at piano" he grunted, running his hand through his Mohawk "Put your hand back on the keys Noah" Kurt demanded, Puck ignored the butterflies in his stomach when Kurt called him his real name and did as he was told, Kurt rested his hand on Pucks and glided it over the keys with his fingers, he stopped when he felt Pucks fingers entwined with his, Puck rubbed his thumb along Kurt's knuckles and turned to look him in the eyes, Puck Leant in and placed his forehead on Kurt's, as Kurt brought his lips up to meet Pucks.
"What was that?" Kurt asked as they pulled away, "That was a kiss Kurt" Puck smirks, rolling his eyes Kurt gives him a serious look which tells him to explain, "I don't know" Puck admits with a sigh, "Are you....gay?" Kurt asked with a faint smile "I don't know" Puck replies again, "Do you like me?" Kurt asks, pressing for any information he can get "I don't know" Puck replies, voice raised in frustration, Kurt frowns and stands away from the piano, "I don't need this today" he groaned as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the auditorium, "I'm sorry" Puck whispers to himself, more confused than ever, he heads out of the double doors, get's in his car and heads home, commence a night with no sleep and constant thoughts of Kurt.
first fic post ever.
Also posted on PUCKURT comm. :)
"Fag" comes another shout from the jocks, he kept walking, head down, hands stuffed tightly into the pockets on his tracksuit bottoms....yes...tracksuit bottoms, Kurt was wearing light grey trackies and a loose black t-shirt. He turned the corner, avoiding the ice cold slushies coming his way, dodging quickly and hauling his light frame into the boys toilets, his usually fluffy footsteps heavy on the ground, his head facing the floor.
It's fifth period at William McKinley, Kurt, thus far, has been having an awful day, today is the anniversary of his mothers death and his father has subsequently gone off the rails (as he does every year), Kurt woke up to find his father sprawled out on the sofa with beer bottles scattered around his feet. Staying home today just isn't an option, he'd only just arrived at school. His outfit looked perfect (despite it being odd), his hair looked untouched, from a distance he looked like normal Kurt.
Sitting carefully on the counter, Kurt checked his appearance in the mirror, frowning to himself, he sniffed a few times and blinked back tears. His attention was drawn quickly away from his reflection as he heard the bathroom door open, in stumbled Puck, laughing heartily, he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he noticed Kurt, slumped against the mirror, now sitting in the corner, legs dangling loosely off the edge, designer bag shoved on the floor carelessly. Puck stepped over the bag and stood by Kurt, towering over him slightly, Kurt moved his head upwards slowly, still not looking directly at the taller man.
"Are you alright man?" Puck asked, sounding genuinely concerned, he wasn't sure what did it, the fact Kurt looked so helpless or the fact he knew instinctively something was wrong from his attire. Kurt heard the tone in his voice and lifted his head, locking his eyes with Pucks and shook his head to indicate a no. Puck was taken a back upon seeing Kurt's face, his eyes were puffy and his face was red, he had been crying, unusual for the boy who normally wears mascara and has perfect skin.
Kurt did something unexpected, he lent forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Pucks waist, Puck hesitated before putting an arm around Kurt and squeezing lightly, he'd never seen Kurt anything other than upbeat, "What's the matter?" Puck asked as they both drew away, Kurt looked down at his sneakers and let out a small whisper "my mum died ten years ago today", he didn't even need to look up for Puck to know he was crying again, once again Puck hugged him, not expecting it even from himself, "I have to get to class I'm sorry" he said before squeezing Kurt's shoulder lightly and hurrying out of the room. Not that Puck and Kurt hadn't become somewhat friendly over the past few months, sure they still had sarcastic arguments and jokingly bitchy comments, but anything like this had never occured, they'd never even had physical contact other than Kurt being thrown into a dumpster by Puck.
By the end of sixth period, all Puck was thinking about was Kurt, much to his confusion, Puck hadn't told anyone he was gay, not even his closest friends, if you could call them friends, being a man-whore was a cover-up, a good one at that, he didn't know if he was attracted to Kurt or pitied him, all he knew was that he couldn't stop thinking about him, to tell the truth, it was not the first time he had found Kurt filling his thoughts, watching him sing in rehearsals, Pucks mind normally got caught up thinking about the boy.
The auditorium was full of Gleeks, Mr Schuester was waiting for Kurt to arrive, the rest of the team was getting edgy, especially Mercedes, "Where is he? He's never late!" she ranted whilst walking around the room, "He's probably putting on lipstick" Quinn joked, Puck simply rolled his eyes, "I'll go have a look for him" he offered, knowing exactly where he'd be, Mr Schue nodded as Puck exited the room, not waiting for permission.
Making his way back into the toilets, Puck once again clocked his vision on Kurt, still in the same position as earlier, he walked over to him again, instead of stepping over the bag he picked it up quickly and slung it over his shoulder, "you coming to Glee?" he asked lightly, Kurt nodded and went to move, he successfully hopped off the counter but his legs gave out slightly as his trainer adorned feet hit the floor, Puck put his arm out and supportively grabbed Kurt's waist, holding him up, he kept this position as he walked him out, opening the door, holding his bag and keeping him upright at the same time, he kept looking at Kurts face as they walked, looking for any signs of emotion, Kurt kept his vision focused entirley on the floor.
The rest of the Glee clubbers looked shocked as they saw the boys enter, Puck walked Kurt over to the chair and sat him down, taking the bag off his shoulder and draping it over the chair, raised eyebrows from the group, Puck made his way over to Mr Schuester as he heard Mercedes shuffle across the floor "Baby, are you alright? What's the matter?", Puck turned slightly and saw her perched on the floor in front of Kurt, who raised a small but sad smile as she kissed him on the cheek and fussed over him.
"Mr Schue" Puck began, he nodded to notice Pucks presence "take it easy on Kurt today, he's not himself",
"I know" Will replied, a tone that indicated he actually did KNOW what was the matter. "Right everyone, time to show your songs!" Mr Schue yelled out, everyone sat down and waited for someone to volunteer, Mr Schuester walked over to Kurt and whispered "You don't have to if you don't want to" Kurt nodded and when Will walked away stuck his hand slowly up in the air, "I want to sing" he squeaked out, trying to sound confident but his voice broke half way through, causing the Gleeks to look at him, the group kept quiet as Kurt walked to the piano and started to play.
To Where You Are - Josh Groban
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTdqdOC2DtI
Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory, so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are
Puck squeezed his eyes closed tightly, he hadn't cried in years, but hot tears were slowly streaming down his cheeks, his eyes glued on Kurt, Mercedes was crying too, she glanced at Puck and was shocked to see him crying, one of her many talents is that she could read people like books, she raised an eyebrow but was drawn back to Kurt as he started the third verse.
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are my
Forever love
Watching me from up above
And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave
As Kurt went into the second chorus, even Rachel was crying, as Kurt hit the high note of the second chorus, she fought back the urge to clap and just listened silently, Finn hugged her as he noticed the tears, Mercedes had silently grabbed Pucks hand, a gesture which shocked him, but he didn't protest, he gave it one gentle squeeze and placed both their hands on his knee, she knew.
Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are
I know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are
The Gleeks sat silently, stunned, Kurt was crying silent tears, those closest to him knew exactly what was the matter the moment he started the song, Puck eyes were still closed, taking in the song, Mercedes swallowed her tears and gently let go of Pucks hand. She stood up, clapping, the rest quickly joined, clapping his performance with gusto, Kurt walked over and hugged Mercedes tightly, her arms wrapped around his slight body as though if she let go he'd break, she picked him up off he floor lightly as he buried his face in her hair and sighed, she set him back down, wiping a tear off his cheek as she did so, Puck couldn't help but smile, that was true friendship, something he had never known, he felt close to Mercedes, they had, had late night conversations online and become somewhat friends.
When Glee was over and everyone had performed their songs, Kurt asked Mr Schuester if he could use the auditorium to practise, of course Mr Schuester agreed, the group cascaded out in a huddle, Puck, however, sat at the piano, hands gliding across the keys but not pressing, he had always wanted to play piano but never had the patience to learn. Kurt placed himself next to Puck on the piano stool and pressed a few notes, Puck watched his fingers as they moved lightly, grazing the keys.
Kurt bit his lip as he hummed a tune that Puck did not know "I'm sorry" Puck started, Kurt looked up, shocked, he could have sworn Puck was having a brain aneurysm today, "It's okay, sorry for dragging you into it" Puck's fingers stopped abruptly "You didn't drag me into anything Kurt, I wanted to help" he sighed as he placed his fingers back on the keys, "I can't do this, I suck at piano" he grunted, running his hand through his Mohawk "Put your hand back on the keys Noah" Kurt demanded, Puck ignored the butterflies in his stomach when Kurt called him his real name and did as he was told, Kurt rested his hand on Pucks and glided it over the keys with his fingers, he stopped when he felt Pucks fingers entwined with his, Puck rubbed his thumb along Kurt's knuckles and turned to look him in the eyes, Puck Leant in and placed his forehead on Kurt's, as Kurt brought his lips up to meet Pucks.
"What was that?" Kurt asked as they pulled away, "That was a kiss Kurt" Puck smirks, rolling his eyes Kurt gives him a serious look which tells him to explain, "I don't know" Puck admits with a sigh, "Are you....gay?" Kurt asked with a faint smile "I don't know" Puck replies again, "Do you like me?" Kurt asks, pressing for any information he can get "I don't know" Puck replies, voice raised in frustration, Kurt frowns and stands away from the piano, "I don't need this today" he groaned as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the auditorium, "I'm sorry" Puck whispers to himself, more confused than ever, he heads out of the double doors, get's in his car and heads home, commence a night with no sleep and constant thoughts of Kurt.