Fic :: (Puck/Kurt) "sometimes everything is wrong"
Title: sometimes everything is wrong
Pairing: Noah Puckerman/Kurt Hummel (preslash)
Rating: PG 13
Summary: A little coda for "Grilled Cheesus". Kurt gets a surprise while at the hospital with his dad.
Author's Notes: Written in snips and pieces all of Wednesday at work. Read over and betaed by the lovely carolinecrane
Kurt woke up, his face warm where he laid it beside his fathers. He counted the beats of the machine, slow but not too slow, not like before. He braved a look at the monitors.
Normal. Everything looked normal. His stomach still churned at the numbers, worse then the week before when he had no idea what they meant.
He heard a scuff of shoe against the floor and turned to find not a nurse or Carole, but Puck. He licked his lips and felt the skin around his eyes crinkle - he couldn’t even remember the last time he did his moisture routine. Puck seemed oddly smaller then Kurt was used to.
“Hello?” Kurt tried.
A simple jerk of the head was the only response he got.
He looked around the room, half curious if he was just in some sort of dream. He checked the clock. The afternoon had gone by fast.
“You’re here for the prayer thing?”
It hadn’t been something that he wanted, but it made his dad and Carole happy something he was begrudgingly giving in to. He half thought his dad just liked seeing Kurt’s friends around. Or Finn’s friends. Or whatever.
He offered the other chair, the one across the bed and as far away as he could probably get away with, to Puck. He fidgeted with the blanket’s edge. They’d brought his dad’s favorite quilt; the hospital was an ice box. Puck looked as uncomfortable as Kurt, which was nice in a way.
Kurt found, embarrassingly, that as soon as his mouth opened he couldn't close it. "So who's your duet with? I haven't really been thinking about it but I know I should. The way this group pairs off makes it a little impossible to find anyone. Let alone someone whose voice can match mine. I don't want to do a sappy love song; I don't think I could stand it. Or a happy one in particular. But I'm also getting the feeling that I need to get over this whole thing as soon as possible or else Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury might make me join a group and 'really talk about this’..."
"It sucks."
It was the first thing Kurt heard from Puck the whole night, which was probably why his jaw was opened so wide. "Excuse me?"
Puck looked over at him. "This. It sucks. Hard."
Kurt just stared back, jaw slack and wide eyed. When he realized he had to do or say something, he went on autopilot. "That's what Sam said?" He put a hand up to cover his face. "That's what she said. SHE said."
The damage was done though. Puck was bright pink from holding back a laugh and when he leaned backward his hand slapped onto Kurt's and he let out a course laugh. "I think you got it right."
"Thanks?"
He was saved from having to actually respond any further -- cause what would he say to that?-- when Burt's hand moved besides Kurt and Kurt looked up in time to watch his dad's eyes open.
"We laughing?" Burt slurred a little. "I want to know the joke."
"He's awake!" Carole walked in the door, but from the look on her face Kurt half feared that she heard more than just Burt. He swallowed hard.
The crowd filtered in and circled the bed. He slipped back as far as he could and made it to the door. He was okay with his dad's faith but he wasn't willing to stay there for it.
He saw Puck halfway down the hallway. "Hey, Puck!"
Puck turned and frowned. "Go back in. You should be in there."
"Thanks." Kurt blushed, damn genetics. Puck shrugged and turned away. Kurt boggled after him.
Pairing: Noah Puckerman/Kurt Hummel (preslash)
Rating: PG 13
Summary: A little coda for "Grilled Cheesus". Kurt gets a surprise while at the hospital with his dad.
Author's Notes: Written in snips and pieces all of Wednesday at work. Read over and betaed by the lovely carolinecrane
Kurt woke up, his face warm where he laid it beside his fathers. He counted the beats of the machine, slow but not too slow, not like before. He braved a look at the monitors.
Normal. Everything looked normal. His stomach still churned at the numbers, worse then the week before when he had no idea what they meant.
He heard a scuff of shoe against the floor and turned to find not a nurse or Carole, but Puck. He licked his lips and felt the skin around his eyes crinkle - he couldn’t even remember the last time he did his moisture routine. Puck seemed oddly smaller then Kurt was used to.
“Hello?” Kurt tried.
A simple jerk of the head was the only response he got.
He looked around the room, half curious if he was just in some sort of dream. He checked the clock. The afternoon had gone by fast.
“You’re here for the prayer thing?”
It hadn’t been something that he wanted, but it made his dad and Carole happy something he was begrudgingly giving in to. He half thought his dad just liked seeing Kurt’s friends around. Or Finn’s friends. Or whatever.
He offered the other chair, the one across the bed and as far away as he could probably get away with, to Puck. He fidgeted with the blanket’s edge. They’d brought his dad’s favorite quilt; the hospital was an ice box. Puck looked as uncomfortable as Kurt, which was nice in a way.
Kurt found, embarrassingly, that as soon as his mouth opened he couldn't close it. "So who's your duet with? I haven't really been thinking about it but I know I should. The way this group pairs off makes it a little impossible to find anyone. Let alone someone whose voice can match mine. I don't want to do a sappy love song; I don't think I could stand it. Or a happy one in particular. But I'm also getting the feeling that I need to get over this whole thing as soon as possible or else Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury might make me join a group and 'really talk about this’..."
"It sucks."
It was the first thing Kurt heard from Puck the whole night, which was probably why his jaw was opened so wide. "Excuse me?"
Puck looked over at him. "This. It sucks. Hard."
Kurt just stared back, jaw slack and wide eyed. When he realized he had to do or say something, he went on autopilot. "That's what Sam said?" He put a hand up to cover his face. "That's what she said. SHE said."
The damage was done though. Puck was bright pink from holding back a laugh and when he leaned backward his hand slapped onto Kurt's and he let out a course laugh. "I think you got it right."
"Thanks?"
He was saved from having to actually respond any further -- cause what would he say to that?-- when Burt's hand moved besides Kurt and Kurt looked up in time to watch his dad's eyes open.
"We laughing?" Burt slurred a little. "I want to know the joke."
"He's awake!" Carole walked in the door, but from the look on her face Kurt half feared that she heard more than just Burt. He swallowed hard.
The crowd filtered in and circled the bed. He slipped back as far as he could and made it to the door. He was okay with his dad's faith but he wasn't willing to stay there for it.
He saw Puck halfway down the hallway. "Hey, Puck!"
Puck turned and frowned. "Go back in. You should be in there."
"Thanks." Kurt blushed, damn genetics. Puck shrugged and turned away. Kurt boggled after him.