(drabble) "No Expectations." - PG-13
Title: No Expectations.
Author: digitalchoco
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Lil angsty, lil fluffy
Word Count: ~270
Warning: Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOX, I don’t own Glee, I don’t own anything. Come to think of it, I am very poor.
Summary: He had never expected him to come home again.
A/N: I need to write something that is not for school. Seriously, I'm inches away from killing myself right now.
He had never expected him to come home again.
If there was one thing Kurt knew, it was to never expect things. Never expect to end up being happy, never expect having a perfect life.
Never expect Noah coming home alive.
He had hoped, every second of the day, but he had refused to expect it.
Every day was painful, and every time the phone rang Kurt feared the worst. The incredulous amounts of ‘what if’s in his head made him tremble with fear.
What if Noah had been injured? What if his helicopter had crashed? What if he had been taken hostage?
What if he had died?
He had forced those thoughts out of his head, forced his body to function during the day only to break down at night. Screaming, crying as nightmares thrashed through him. Pictures of a disfigured body that he knew all too well.
That was why this scene was so bizarre.
Sitting by their table, deliciously tanned skin stretched over defined muscles, dressed only in sweatpants. Maple syrup dripping from his blueberry flavoured waffle to his exposed chest, making Kurt smile a little as the man simply ignored the sticky substance. They had sent a kid to fight a war.
Walking over to him, laying his hands on Noah’s shoulders, made it even more bizarre. He couldn’t tell if it was a dream or if he really was home.
“Hey babe.” That voice effectively erased every trace of doubt in his mind. This was as real as it could get, and that made him smile even wider, placing affectionate kisses on Noah’s jaw.
“Welcome home, soldier.”