Mail Order Bride 4/?
Title: Mail Order Bride 4/?
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending, crossdressing
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Author Notes: This is the result of a dare from a friend who said it wasn’t possible to make a believable historical mpreg. I can’t pass up a challenge, so here is my historical mpreg, whether it is believable or not I shall leave up to the reader. Also, just to clarify there are three genders in this universe; male, female, and intesex which are basically males who are able to carry children. Both female and intersex are referred to as carriers.
Summary: The year is 1855 and the east coast of America is tense with the possibility of an upcoming Civil War, but in Northern Minnesota Noah Puckerman knows nothing of such politics. He only has to worry about how he’s going to live with the bride he’s mother is sending him.
Word Count: 1,477
Puck
Puck floated on cloud nine for the next two days. Kurt had been a little standoffish after their fight, only letting Puck touch him to help him in and out of the wagon and then moving away as soon as his feet were on the ground. But something had changed while they were at Berry’s. Maybe buying the wedding ring had proved to Kurt that Puck was serious in his intentions.
Whatever it had been, Puck definitely wasn’t complaining about the results. On the ride back from town Kurt had let Puck wrap an arm around him, strictly for warmth. And within a few minutes Kurt had, of his own volition, snuggled as close as two people could get without crawling into Puck’s lap. Not that Puck would have complained if he had.
For the rest of the night and the next day Kurt had been sweet and open, allowing Puck to kiss him good night, though he moved away before things got to be too serious. He continued to make the most delicious meals with such modest provisions. Puck couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten so well.
What touched Puck the most though was when Kurt had asked to “help” Puck in the barn with the chores. He hadn’t been able to provide any actual assistance, but just having his company was nice. Before Kurt had come Puck often went for days without seeing another person and though he hated to admit it, it sometimes got lonely.
But when Kurt put his mind to it he could chatter away like nobody’s business. He talked about his friends and teachers from back east while Puck put the finishing touches on a table Widow Hudson had ordered. He talked about the trip to Paris his father paid for when he graduated with top honors from St. Timothy’s while Puck shoveled away the snow that had drifted in front of the barn door. He talked about the need for them to get some chickens of their own once spring came. “There’s so much room that it’s quite impractical for us to travel all the way into town to get eggs. I can’t believe you never thought to get your own chickens before.”
In fact, the only time Kurt was quiet was when Puck fed the mare and oxen. Kurt seemed in a sort of hushed awe of the big animals.
“I’ve never been so close before,” Kurt murmured softly. “My mother was killed when she was thrown from her horse, so my father never let me learn how to ride.”
“Here,” Puck scooped some grain into Kurt’s hand. “Hold your hand flat so she don’t nip you accidently.”
Kurt did as instructed and shyly held the grain out in offering to the mare. She whickered in thanks before dipping her head down to eat. Her wide mouth brushed against Kurt’s palm causing him to giggle.
“What’s her name?” Kurt asked when the mare turned her attention back to the hay.
“I never gave her one,” Puck said tying the feed bag back up.
“Well, that won’t do, she needs to have a name. From now on, let’s call her…Flame.”
“Flame?”
“Yes, see she’s has this little white patch on her forehead that looks just like a candle flame. It’s perfect.”
Actually, Puck didn’t think ‘Flame’ was such a perfect name for an old cart horse, but Kurt looked too pleased with himself for Puck to say anything negative.
“I suppose you’ll want to name the oxen too.”
“Of course, they shall be named Peter and Robert.”
“And how did you come up with those names?”
“Easy, there were two blacksmiths I knew back east who were named Peter and Robert. They were just like these oxen; big, strong and reliable.”
“You know,” Puck started awkwardly, “People have told me I’m pretty reliable. And you want to talk about strong, have you seen these guns?” Here Puck flexed slightly for Kurt’s benefit.
“Oh, I’m sure your quite strong,” Kurt laughed as he headed back into the house, “I just think it might be a little hard explaining to people why the ox was named after my husband.”
Puck watched him go, not even trying to deny that the grin on his face was because Kurt had referred to Puck as his husband.
Kurt
Kurt took deep, steadying breathes as he washed up the dishes from dinner. Puck had gone out to lock the animals up in the barn for the night and Kurt needed to get himself under control before Puck came back.
So what if he was getting married tomorrow? He’d always known he would get married someday, longed for it even. He’d spent whole afternoons as a little kid planning out his wedding down to the smallest detail.
But there was a big difference between thinking about walking down the aisle towards a faceless man and knowing that Puck was going to be the one waiting for Kurt at the alter. There was a big difference between wishing there was someone to hold him during cold nights and knowing there were so many other things two people could do to keep warm on cold nights.
And that was the heart of Kurt’s nervousness, wasn’t it. He surprisingly wasn’t all that worried about the actual wedding. Kurt knew that he didn’t love Puck, but he liked him well enough. Puck was a little crude and a lot lustful, but he was a good man. He would be a good husband and, Kurt expected, a great father. So, no, Kurt didn’t have any problems marrying Puck. He was just a little apprehensive about the things that happened after the wedding.
Like the fornication.
With Puck.
Who clearly knew his way around the bedroom, unlike Kurt who knew only what his father had told him and knowing Burt Hummel that was probably only the bare minimum. Not only did Kurt know very little, but he had absolutely no practical knowledge.
What if Kurt wasn’t able to meet Puck’s needs? Would Puck be angry? Would he go back to whoever he’d been sleeping with before?
These were the thoughts that had Kurt so on edge the night before his wedding; which was ridiculous because there were so many other things Kurt should be worrying about tonight. For starters, he needed to find which suitcase he had put his wedding dress into and air it out; make sure there weren’t any wrinkles.
By the time Puck came back from the barn, Kurt was elbow deep in his fourth suitcase and cursing himself for not being more organized in his packing.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m trying to find my wedding dress for tomorrow. I know I brought it, I just can’t seem to...Aha! Here it is.”
Kurt pulled the plain white dress out of the suitcase and carried it over to the table. It had survived the long journey quite well, without any visible wrinkles.
“That’s it?” Puck asked.
“Yes, it’s a little unorthodox for you to see it before the wedding. I’ll have to put it on tomorrow while your hitching Flame up so we don’t get any bad luck from you actually seeing me wearing it. My coat should cover it all up.”
“It’s a little more old-fashioned then most of the clothes you have.”
“It was my mother’s. It’s one of the few things of hers that Father kept after she died. I’ve never considered wearing anything else for my wedding.”
“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful in it, you always look beautiful.”
Kurt could feel himself blushing. “I thought we agreed that you were going to stop this sort of behavior?”
“I’m just stating a fact. Though I don’t see what harm it would be for us to-,”
“Don’t start Puck. You promised me you would wait until after the wedding,” Kurt said firmly.
“All right, all right, I guess I’ll just head up to bed then. But answer me a question first, why is it so important to you? It’s not like anyone would know.”
“But I would know Puck and I would know that it wasn’t what my father would want for me and I know it wouldn’t feel right,” Kurt explained.
“Well, then I guess another day won’t kill me. May I ask for one more kiss to get me though the night?”
Kurt blushed again but he walked around the table, stood on tiptoe and pressed his mouth against Puck. Puck wrapped one hand around the base of Kurt’s skull, but otherwise he didn’t try anything untoward. As Puck walked up the loft’s steps Kurt realized he was breathing easy again. Puck knew Kurt wasn’t a good kisser, but he kept coming back for more anyways. Hopefully, that would mean he would be patient with Kurt in more amorous activities.
A/N- Sorry this was such a short chapter, but I wanted the wedding morning to have sort of a start of a new day, start of a new chapter, start of a new life vibe going on. Don’t look at me like that, that’s legit literary prose right there ;)
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending, crossdressing
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Author Notes: This is the result of a dare from a friend who said it wasn’t possible to make a believable historical mpreg. I can’t pass up a challenge, so here is my historical mpreg, whether it is believable or not I shall leave up to the reader. Also, just to clarify there are three genders in this universe; male, female, and intesex which are basically males who are able to carry children. Both female and intersex are referred to as carriers.
Summary: The year is 1855 and the east coast of America is tense with the possibility of an upcoming Civil War, but in Northern Minnesota Noah Puckerman knows nothing of such politics. He only has to worry about how he’s going to live with the bride he’s mother is sending him.
Word Count: 1,477
Puck
Puck floated on cloud nine for the next two days. Kurt had been a little standoffish after their fight, only letting Puck touch him to help him in and out of the wagon and then moving away as soon as his feet were on the ground. But something had changed while they were at Berry’s. Maybe buying the wedding ring had proved to Kurt that Puck was serious in his intentions.
Whatever it had been, Puck definitely wasn’t complaining about the results. On the ride back from town Kurt had let Puck wrap an arm around him, strictly for warmth. And within a few minutes Kurt had, of his own volition, snuggled as close as two people could get without crawling into Puck’s lap. Not that Puck would have complained if he had.
For the rest of the night and the next day Kurt had been sweet and open, allowing Puck to kiss him good night, though he moved away before things got to be too serious. He continued to make the most delicious meals with such modest provisions. Puck couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten so well.
What touched Puck the most though was when Kurt had asked to “help” Puck in the barn with the chores. He hadn’t been able to provide any actual assistance, but just having his company was nice. Before Kurt had come Puck often went for days without seeing another person and though he hated to admit it, it sometimes got lonely.
But when Kurt put his mind to it he could chatter away like nobody’s business. He talked about his friends and teachers from back east while Puck put the finishing touches on a table Widow Hudson had ordered. He talked about the trip to Paris his father paid for when he graduated with top honors from St. Timothy’s while Puck shoveled away the snow that had drifted in front of the barn door. He talked about the need for them to get some chickens of their own once spring came. “There’s so much room that it’s quite impractical for us to travel all the way into town to get eggs. I can’t believe you never thought to get your own chickens before.”
In fact, the only time Kurt was quiet was when Puck fed the mare and oxen. Kurt seemed in a sort of hushed awe of the big animals.
“I’ve never been so close before,” Kurt murmured softly. “My mother was killed when she was thrown from her horse, so my father never let me learn how to ride.”
“Here,” Puck scooped some grain into Kurt’s hand. “Hold your hand flat so she don’t nip you accidently.”
Kurt did as instructed and shyly held the grain out in offering to the mare. She whickered in thanks before dipping her head down to eat. Her wide mouth brushed against Kurt’s palm causing him to giggle.
“What’s her name?” Kurt asked when the mare turned her attention back to the hay.
“I never gave her one,” Puck said tying the feed bag back up.
“Well, that won’t do, she needs to have a name. From now on, let’s call her…Flame.”
“Flame?”
“Yes, see she’s has this little white patch on her forehead that looks just like a candle flame. It’s perfect.”
Actually, Puck didn’t think ‘Flame’ was such a perfect name for an old cart horse, but Kurt looked too pleased with himself for Puck to say anything negative.
“I suppose you’ll want to name the oxen too.”
“Of course, they shall be named Peter and Robert.”
“And how did you come up with those names?”
“Easy, there were two blacksmiths I knew back east who were named Peter and Robert. They were just like these oxen; big, strong and reliable.”
“You know,” Puck started awkwardly, “People have told me I’m pretty reliable. And you want to talk about strong, have you seen these guns?” Here Puck flexed slightly for Kurt’s benefit.
“Oh, I’m sure your quite strong,” Kurt laughed as he headed back into the house, “I just think it might be a little hard explaining to people why the ox was named after my husband.”
Puck watched him go, not even trying to deny that the grin on his face was because Kurt had referred to Puck as his husband.
Kurt
Kurt took deep, steadying breathes as he washed up the dishes from dinner. Puck had gone out to lock the animals up in the barn for the night and Kurt needed to get himself under control before Puck came back.
So what if he was getting married tomorrow? He’d always known he would get married someday, longed for it even. He’d spent whole afternoons as a little kid planning out his wedding down to the smallest detail.
But there was a big difference between thinking about walking down the aisle towards a faceless man and knowing that Puck was going to be the one waiting for Kurt at the alter. There was a big difference between wishing there was someone to hold him during cold nights and knowing there were so many other things two people could do to keep warm on cold nights.
And that was the heart of Kurt’s nervousness, wasn’t it. He surprisingly wasn’t all that worried about the actual wedding. Kurt knew that he didn’t love Puck, but he liked him well enough. Puck was a little crude and a lot lustful, but he was a good man. He would be a good husband and, Kurt expected, a great father. So, no, Kurt didn’t have any problems marrying Puck. He was just a little apprehensive about the things that happened after the wedding.
Like the fornication.
With Puck.
Who clearly knew his way around the bedroom, unlike Kurt who knew only what his father had told him and knowing Burt Hummel that was probably only the bare minimum. Not only did Kurt know very little, but he had absolutely no practical knowledge.
What if Kurt wasn’t able to meet Puck’s needs? Would Puck be angry? Would he go back to whoever he’d been sleeping with before?
These were the thoughts that had Kurt so on edge the night before his wedding; which was ridiculous because there were so many other things Kurt should be worrying about tonight. For starters, he needed to find which suitcase he had put his wedding dress into and air it out; make sure there weren’t any wrinkles.
By the time Puck came back from the barn, Kurt was elbow deep in his fourth suitcase and cursing himself for not being more organized in his packing.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m trying to find my wedding dress for tomorrow. I know I brought it, I just can’t seem to...Aha! Here it is.”
Kurt pulled the plain white dress out of the suitcase and carried it over to the table. It had survived the long journey quite well, without any visible wrinkles.
“That’s it?” Puck asked.
“Yes, it’s a little unorthodox for you to see it before the wedding. I’ll have to put it on tomorrow while your hitching Flame up so we don’t get any bad luck from you actually seeing me wearing it. My coat should cover it all up.”
“It’s a little more old-fashioned then most of the clothes you have.”
“It was my mother’s. It’s one of the few things of hers that Father kept after she died. I’ve never considered wearing anything else for my wedding.”
“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful in it, you always look beautiful.”
Kurt could feel himself blushing. “I thought we agreed that you were going to stop this sort of behavior?”
“I’m just stating a fact. Though I don’t see what harm it would be for us to-,”
“Don’t start Puck. You promised me you would wait until after the wedding,” Kurt said firmly.
“All right, all right, I guess I’ll just head up to bed then. But answer me a question first, why is it so important to you? It’s not like anyone would know.”
“But I would know Puck and I would know that it wasn’t what my father would want for me and I know it wouldn’t feel right,” Kurt explained.
“Well, then I guess another day won’t kill me. May I ask for one more kiss to get me though the night?”
Kurt blushed again but he walked around the table, stood on tiptoe and pressed his mouth against Puck. Puck wrapped one hand around the base of Kurt’s skull, but otherwise he didn’t try anything untoward. As Puck walked up the loft’s steps Kurt realized he was breathing easy again. Puck knew Kurt wasn’t a good kisser, but he kept coming back for more anyways. Hopefully, that would mean he would be patient with Kurt in more amorous activities.
A/N- Sorry this was such a short chapter, but I wanted the wedding morning to have sort of a start of a new day, start of a new chapter, start of a new life vibe going on. Don’t look at me like that, that’s legit literary prose right there ;)