Surfing Your High Hopes or Adios Kansas
Title: Surfing Your High Hopes or Adios Kansas
Summary: Kurt was sure that having Finn and his mom around would be weird, but it really wasn't.
Pairing(s): Sort of gen, sort of pre-Puck/Kurt.
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: None really, domesticity, boys crying. Un-beta'd
A/N: This is gen for now but I sort of want to continue it after this so it might become a series.
Kurt was sure that having Finn and his mom around would be weird, but it really wasn't. It had been for the first few weeks but after a few weeks of learning to share the bathroom and running into strange people in his kitchen it was like nothing had changed.
There were always people in the house now, Quinn was there almost every night and after a while it just became rote to set a fifth place. The Monthly sleep over with Mercedes and Tina soon extended to the former Cheerio and after only a few of those the four had come to a tenuous friendship that was foreign to Quinn who had only ever had acquaintances and politically motivated frienemies.
Finn's mom took over a lot of the kitchen duties but insisted that Kurt's company was welcome and before long they were gossiping about cute celebrities and swapping recipes like old friends. Kurt taught Finn how to change his oil and a flat and after a panicked call from Finn in the middle of Supernatural one night about what turned out to be a broken fan belt on his moms car Kurt realized that he and Finn had crossed the line from team mates and sometimes advice buddies into actual brothers. It was about that time that Kurt's crush on him fizzled out completely. Less than a week later Puck's mother found out about his quitting football to focus on Glee and kicked him out.
Puck had shown up on their doorstep with a backpack full of clothes and his guitar case and asked if he could crash on their couch. Finn had led him to the spare room, given him sheets, a towel and a slap on the back and wandered off to bed. Kurt had rolled his eyes when Finn told him this and made his way to the now occupied fist floor office cum bedroom that his father never used and knocked quietly.
"Hang on!" called Puck. After a few moments the mohawked boy had opened the door, red-rimmed eyes turning a confused stare on Kurt, "what's up Hummel?"
Kurt hesitated, "I - Can I come in?"
Puck's brow furrowed but he stepped back to allow the smaller boy inside. Kurt made his way to the big office chair as Puck sat on the edge of the fold out sofa-bed and looked expectantly at Kurt.
He cleared his thought nervously but when he spoke his voice was steady, "I know that you and I aren't close but I just wanted to let you know that if you want to talk I'm here to listen."
Puck's sucked in a shaky breath, "Th-that's what you came here to tell me?"
Kurt cocked his head in confusion, "Yeah, what were you expecting?"
"I- I thought you were gonna kick me out too," He answered shakily, "I've been horrible to you and to Finn and you-" He stopped speaking abruptly and looking away, breathing heavily for a few moments, "Why are you even talking to me? Let alone letting me stay here."
Kurt looked at his hands guiltily, the thought had occurred to him. He deflected, "If you thought we were going to turn you away why did you come here?" he asked, not looking up.
Puck was silent for a long moment, "I don't - I don't have anywhere else to go," he answered finally, words more of a sob than actual speech. Kurt looked up then to see Puck's face in his hands, shoulders shaking slightly. Before he knew what he was doing Kurt was sitting next to the boy at least twice his size and pulling him close. Puck tuned, gripping Kurt tightly and sobbing into his neck. Kurt was taken off guard by the unexpected embrace but returned it after only a moment's hesitation, muttering soothing sounds to the boy and stroking his hair like his mother used to do. Puck only sobbed harder. After a few minutes Kurt noticed the sobs begin to quiet and slow, but never stopped his comfort of the boy. Eventually Puck's breathing evened out and became deeper. Kurt gently moved the sleeping boy off of him and covered him up shutting off the light as he left.
The following morning Kurt, always the first to rise, stood in the kitchen in sleep pants making coffee that he wouldn't drink. I don't care how bad it if for your skin Kurt I need that coffee!
He turned at the sound of quietly shuffling feet to see Puck dressed in the same clothes he had worn the day before looking pale and sheepish.
"Hey."
"Morning," Kurt replied quietly, aware that the rest of the house would mutiny at being awoken this early.
"What are you doing up so early?" asked Puck, mirroring Kurt's hushed tone as he glanced towards the window at the dim pre-dawn light.
"I'm always up this early," replied Kurt quietly, retrieving the flour for pancakes from the cupboard.
"Oh," said Puck awkwardly, "thats surprising, I thought you'd be some bathroom hogging diva or something."
Kurt said nothing only arched an eyebrow at that. "Sorry," mumbled Puck, "I didn't mean it like that."
The smaller boy turned his gaze towards the toaster, "Yes you did, but it's okay," Kurt replied with a small smile, "besides, I am a bathroom hogging diva, I just do it before anyone else is awake enough to care."
Puck chuckled quietly, watching Kurt gather butter and jam from the fridge.
"Hey, Kurt?" said Puck suddenly.
Kurt looked up, startled, "I'm pretty sure that that's the first time you've ever said my actual name," said Kurt, before he could stop himself, surprise clear in his voice.
"Oh, um..." Puck faltered and Kurt cursed himself for ruining what might have been an important moment between them, "I'm sorry," said Puck, "I um... Just, sorry. And thanks. For last night, I uh..."
"You're welcome Puck," Kurt smiles, "I'm glad I could help."
"You did." The two stared at each other for several long moments and then around at the kitchen, the silence growing awkward.
"You um... want the first shower? Kurt asked, desperate to break the awkwardness between them. They'd had plenty of pregnant silences over the course of their relationship but they had usually been easily filled with animosity or scorn, this awkwardness was new and though Kurt didn't really want to go back to how it had been, he almost preferred it to this.
Pucks face broke into a small smile, "you don't mind?"
"This time," Kurt replied in playful warning, "By the time you're done there'll be Pancakes."
"Thanks," Puck turned to go but stopped half way, "hey, Kurt?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you aren't tough as nails," teased Kurt.
Puck looked at him strangely for a moment, confusion coloring his features before fading into a grin, "Yeah, thanks."
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Summary: Kurt was sure that having Finn and his mom around would be weird, but it really wasn't.
Pairing(s): Sort of gen, sort of pre-Puck/Kurt.
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: None really, domesticity, boys crying. Un-beta'd
A/N: This is gen for now but I sort of want to continue it after this so it might become a series.
Kurt was sure that having Finn and his mom around would be weird, but it really wasn't. It had been for the first few weeks but after a few weeks of learning to share the bathroom and running into strange people in his kitchen it was like nothing had changed.
There were always people in the house now, Quinn was there almost every night and after a while it just became rote to set a fifth place. The Monthly sleep over with Mercedes and Tina soon extended to the former Cheerio and after only a few of those the four had come to a tenuous friendship that was foreign to Quinn who had only ever had acquaintances and politically motivated frienemies.
Finn's mom took over a lot of the kitchen duties but insisted that Kurt's company was welcome and before long they were gossiping about cute celebrities and swapping recipes like old friends. Kurt taught Finn how to change his oil and a flat and after a panicked call from Finn in the middle of Supernatural one night about what turned out to be a broken fan belt on his moms car Kurt realized that he and Finn had crossed the line from team mates and sometimes advice buddies into actual brothers. It was about that time that Kurt's crush on him fizzled out completely. Less than a week later Puck's mother found out about his quitting football to focus on Glee and kicked him out.
Puck had shown up on their doorstep with a backpack full of clothes and his guitar case and asked if he could crash on their couch. Finn had led him to the spare room, given him sheets, a towel and a slap on the back and wandered off to bed. Kurt had rolled his eyes when Finn told him this and made his way to the now occupied fist floor office cum bedroom that his father never used and knocked quietly.
"Hang on!" called Puck. After a few moments the mohawked boy had opened the door, red-rimmed eyes turning a confused stare on Kurt, "what's up Hummel?"
Kurt hesitated, "I - Can I come in?"
Puck's brow furrowed but he stepped back to allow the smaller boy inside. Kurt made his way to the big office chair as Puck sat on the edge of the fold out sofa-bed and looked expectantly at Kurt.
He cleared his thought nervously but when he spoke his voice was steady, "I know that you and I aren't close but I just wanted to let you know that if you want to talk I'm here to listen."
Puck's sucked in a shaky breath, "Th-that's what you came here to tell me?"
Kurt cocked his head in confusion, "Yeah, what were you expecting?"
"I- I thought you were gonna kick me out too," He answered shakily, "I've been horrible to you and to Finn and you-" He stopped speaking abruptly and looking away, breathing heavily for a few moments, "Why are you even talking to me? Let alone letting me stay here."
Kurt looked at his hands guiltily, the thought had occurred to him. He deflected, "If you thought we were going to turn you away why did you come here?" he asked, not looking up.
Puck was silent for a long moment, "I don't - I don't have anywhere else to go," he answered finally, words more of a sob than actual speech. Kurt looked up then to see Puck's face in his hands, shoulders shaking slightly. Before he knew what he was doing Kurt was sitting next to the boy at least twice his size and pulling him close. Puck tuned, gripping Kurt tightly and sobbing into his neck. Kurt was taken off guard by the unexpected embrace but returned it after only a moment's hesitation, muttering soothing sounds to the boy and stroking his hair like his mother used to do. Puck only sobbed harder. After a few minutes Kurt noticed the sobs begin to quiet and slow, but never stopped his comfort of the boy. Eventually Puck's breathing evened out and became deeper. Kurt gently moved the sleeping boy off of him and covered him up shutting off the light as he left.
The following morning Kurt, always the first to rise, stood in the kitchen in sleep pants making coffee that he wouldn't drink. I don't care how bad it if for your skin Kurt I need that coffee!
He turned at the sound of quietly shuffling feet to see Puck dressed in the same clothes he had worn the day before looking pale and sheepish.
"Hey."
"Morning," Kurt replied quietly, aware that the rest of the house would mutiny at being awoken this early.
"What are you doing up so early?" asked Puck, mirroring Kurt's hushed tone as he glanced towards the window at the dim pre-dawn light.
"I'm always up this early," replied Kurt quietly, retrieving the flour for pancakes from the cupboard.
"Oh," said Puck awkwardly, "thats surprising, I thought you'd be some bathroom hogging diva or something."
Kurt said nothing only arched an eyebrow at that. "Sorry," mumbled Puck, "I didn't mean it like that."
The smaller boy turned his gaze towards the toaster, "Yes you did, but it's okay," Kurt replied with a small smile, "besides, I am a bathroom hogging diva, I just do it before anyone else is awake enough to care."
Puck chuckled quietly, watching Kurt gather butter and jam from the fridge.
"Hey, Kurt?" said Puck suddenly.
Kurt looked up, startled, "I'm pretty sure that that's the first time you've ever said my actual name," said Kurt, before he could stop himself, surprise clear in his voice.
"Oh, um..." Puck faltered and Kurt cursed himself for ruining what might have been an important moment between them, "I'm sorry," said Puck, "I um... Just, sorry. And thanks. For last night, I uh..."
"You're welcome Puck," Kurt smiles, "I'm glad I could help."
"You did." The two stared at each other for several long moments and then around at the kitchen, the silence growing awkward.
"You um... want the first shower? Kurt asked, desperate to break the awkwardness between them. They'd had plenty of pregnant silences over the course of their relationship but they had usually been easily filled with animosity or scorn, this awkwardness was new and though Kurt didn't really want to go back to how it had been, he almost preferred it to this.
Pucks face broke into a small smile, "you don't mind?"
"This time," Kurt replied in playful warning, "By the time you're done there'll be Pancakes."
"Thanks," Puck turned to go but stopped half way, "hey, Kurt?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you aren't tough as nails," teased Kurt.
Puck looked at him strangely for a moment, confusion coloring his features before fading into a grin, "Yeah, thanks."
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